Growing troubles

Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but I can't find a happy feeling. I only find the bitter troubles and lose the happiness of freedom. I think it would be great if there was no trouble in my life! But life can't be without troubles, just like a short cloud will appear in the sun. Although the troubles are short-lived, I am afraid that I will be stunned and disheartened, and I will be at the feet of trouble.

Walking on the way home, holding the math test paper that had just been sent. I walked slowly with heavy steps. The calculation questions on the test paper were completely annihilated, and none of them was spared. The fork in the test paper is like a sharp blade, stabbing my heart.

As soon as I entered the house, I came across a lot of questions from my mother. "How is the class heard? How is the dictation? Is the text back? Is the score down?" I said nothing. The default is not to answer the mother's question. She took out my book... After a few seconds, there was a stern accusation in the living room. I am crying in bed silently. Obviously remembered very seriously, obviously checked, why is there still carelessness? I silently questioned myself in my heart.

Since I was in high school, my mood has changed like a sky. When the clouds are overcast, the mood is boring, and if it is slightly unsatisfactory, it will spit out a giant thunder like the sky and destroy everything. When the wind is sunny, the heart is like water, and from time to time, laughter is screaming, and happiness surrounds itself, as beautiful as the evening glow.

My troubles are countless, but I think that everyone will have countless troubles on their way to growth, but we must learn to believe in ourselves and encourage ourselves, because, on the cloudy days, it also There will be sunny times, big difficulties, and it will have a day to be solved.

The ruthless passage of time brought me from the ocean of childhood joy to the troubled desert. Growing up, like a leaf in my life stream, drifting on the stream. Sometimes played by the fish lovingly; sometimes it is gently touched by the microwave; sometimes it is beaten ruthlessly by huge waves. My deciduous boat is not easy. For me, sweet and sour, salty and salty, all kinds of flavors. I long for the sweetest taste, but I am sour and salty. I only have to bring them together to mature!

Time, flying fast, I grew up in the twinkling of an eye. When I look at the blue sky, my growing footprint will surface on the riverbank in my mind, no matter how bitter or bitter, no matter how sad or sad, a little bit A little bit of my mind...

First day: the promise under the cherry tree