Growing up only in an instant

There is a saying in an article: "Growth is a life experience, and growing up is suddenly enlightened in a certain situation." Now I will use the spell to open the door of my memory, and once again taste the growth of my growing history.

Time flies, I changed from a ignorant girl to a slim girl. Even so, my mom still keeps whispering in front of my ear, "Hey, when can you grow up?" Growing up? I have not grown up yet? I always don't care, I laughed. It wasn't until that time that I was unable to lose, I finally understood the true meaning of growing up.

"Teacher's Day essays, Xiaoqing is not ready to write an article? You can definitely judge your level!" Yes! Why don't I try it? How can I get a prize at my level! I am excited, with the confidence to win, a lot of good words from my mind. "Reading a million rolls, writing a pen like a god", the tip of the pen is spinning fast, leaving the most beautiful statement in the small squares made of black lines.

I am tired of holding my own smug reading over and over again, and every time I read it, my heart adds a good impression to my own articles. When I handed in the article, I seemed to see the first picture that flew over to kiss my cheek. I seemed to hear the teacher’s parents proudly praised me.

When I was excited to announce that I had the first message, I was more than happy. I was excited and raised my head. I stepped closer to the teacher’s office with a winner. Go back to my own article, can't wait to see the score of the article, can...

"78, 78, 86, 87!" God! Is this my score? This is the essay score I am proud of? Even the sixth grade can not match the score? I can't believe what I saw. I kept telling myself that it was just a dream. It will end when I wake up. I am still the one who is very proud. But why is there a feeling of heartache? Doesn't dream not hurt? A weak sense of loss came like a flood, reaching the whole body.

I hold the wall, pretend to be calm, do not want others to see my essays, just because I don't want others to look down on myself, I am so proud, always in the clouds, I don't allow myself to fall from the sky to the bottom like a meteorite. In the face of other people's inquiries, they can only be powerless to pretend not to smile with a smile. God knows how much I want to hide in a corner of no one to cry.

When I got home, "How is your daughter's essay? Is it a comment?" Looking at his mother's look of expectation, my mouth was opened several times and I still didn't tell the truth. Can only be blinking and perfunctory: "has not come out yet?" Then I entered into my own nest. I don't want to let my mother down, don't want the hope of the old face to disappear, but these words can only be buried in the deepest part of my heart, alone to drink the lost heartache.

In the evening, lying in bed, twirling and reversing, unable to sleep, as long as the eyes are closed, the scenes of the day will be shown in my mind over and over again like a movie, making my heart unable to breathe, biting my teeth, desperately The tears that will rush out of the eye are back, fearing that as soon as the tears fall, my heartstrings will be broken. Silent self-comfort, he is like a desolate house, eager to get a spring rain to wash away the dust on his body, so that he can reproduce the glory of the past.

Suddenly, I saw the dawn of the stars belonging to the dawn in the dark corner. I feel that my mind has taken a new stage and my thoughts have been sublimated. At this moment, I know that I am growing up! Yes! Take your own path and let others say it, why care about the opinions of others, be yourself, be happy! How can a person only be tall and high in the clouds, properly drop to see the lowest scenery, you will find that there is another beauty different from the height below! Why do I keep condemning myself in this failure, come out and climb back to the cloud, I am still confident and proud of me. No?

After this baptism of failure, I understood and tasted the taste of growing up. It is a bitter and bitter, and after the fine product, it is a kind of sweetness; it is the process of falling down the mountain and then climbing up. It is like drinking water along the way, knowing it; it is the stage of silkworm butterfly. The process "Liu Huaming Mingyou Village".

Growing up, really only in an instant, maybe in the midst of a heartbreaking failure...

Third day: Demon Moon