I do not want to grow up

The blue thoughts suddenly turned into the summer of the sun, the warmth in the air, not farther away, the winter seems to be no longer nostalgia, the green miss, looking back to me to say the same season, but the season, and then again Back in the past, the summer that was blown by the wind. The flow of the flow of the year, go to the past, memory stranded in the thoughts, remember the innocent smile that once had, feel familiar but far away, once I changed, grew up, everything around seems to suddenly disappear, strange filled all space. It’s not that I am sentimental, but that time has taken away childishness, I grew up! Growing up seems to be everyone's desire but it is a burden for me. Hours, my parents are a wall, I can hide in the corner, or cry, or joy, carefree, enjoy the love of my parents: friends are a mirror, can cry together, laugh together, play together, together Talk to the sky, no scruples, always immersed in laughter, living in the world that belongs to everyone. But when I grow up, my friends are more and more lonely, and more and more silent. In everyone's mind, the concept of friends is increasingly blurred. How far can a person carry all the memories, maybe in the forest, on the inscriptions, in the fallen leaves, I lost some of them unconsciously, obviously want to go to the shackles, but also in the future, forget what to do at the moment of bending over . Now the road is going, the night has begun to fall, only to breathe the feeling of thin, suffocating, I mourn the time with the wind, friendship annihilated in the wind. I still remember the summer of yesterday, the moment the breeze blew, it seemed to blow everything, only the loneliness and precipitation, now the wind is still blowing, the autumn rain follows the heat in the heart but does not retreat, as if to continue to close your eyes, familiar The face will come to the fore. I want to go back to the past, but the time is still passing, the past is very far, I use the cold fingers to knock out these words on the keyboard. Who will I think of when I am alone? There are only incomplete memories in my thoughts. I used to be afraid of black. Now I like to gaze at the darkness with my eyes open. I used to fear that one person will go home at night. Now the night is a peaceful paradise for me. I used to love fantasy. Now I am a simple and extravagant happiness. I used to laugh, but now I am just a tool that I use to disguise loneliness. I used to cry, and now tears only flow in my heart. I used to be lonely. Now loneliness is a kind of enjoyment and a habit. The whole world seems to be only me, and I grow up when the flowers bloom, even though I don't want to grow up.

Childhood, happy time, beautiful memories, childhood is as beautiful as spring, only happiness has no troubles. You don't have to listen to the shackles of an adult, you don't have to do housework, you don't have to do anything else. Only eat, drink and sleep. Grow up under the caress of my mother. When I was young, I was hungry, my mother cooked something for me to eat; when I was thirsty, my mother poured water for me to drink; when I was tired, my mother sang songs and slept me; I fell, my mother helped me up, comforted me; others bullied me. Dad helps me. There are still a lot of things, every bit of it is a happy and happy time. Under the love of my parents, I grew up happily and lived a happy childhood. I will never forget this moment. But at this time I have become a middle school student and a sensible child. Now I have troubles and sorrows, but I am worried about what I do, sometimes I am bored for a small thing. I have to study every day, and the time for activities is getting less and less. These things together, I am going to bother me. Sometimes, when I chat with my classmates and do other things, I am upset with my classmates because of my upset. Things are calm, I have to do all sorts of ways to reconcile with my classmates. Because they are all my good friends, I can't be separated from my friends because of contradictions. Now I still have to hear the embarrassment of my parents and do housework. It is like carrying a major burden. Although this is also a kind of love. I don't want to grow up, I have too many troubles to grow up, and I feel too tired. I really want to go back to my childhood. There are happy times, beautiful memories, and no worries every day. I am the happiest person in the world. I don't want to grow up!

Some time ago, there was a popular song called "Don't Want to Grow Up". That song sang a lot of people's voices: "I don't want to, I don't want to, don't want to grow up, there is no fairy tale in the world when I grow up; I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to Growing up, I would rather be stupid and stupid forever..."

Everyone is the same. When I was young, I always thought about growing up, but when I grew up, I found a lot of troubles and helplessness. Therefore, everyone must have "do not want to grow up", or else how to forget those distant and simple things?

Whenever I recall the things of my childhood, there is inevitably a taste that cannot be said. Because childhood is carefree, then we are all very naive, stupid, very happy... When we meet happy things, we can laugh loudly; when we encounter sad things, we will let go of the door and cry out loud. I want to cry when I want to cry, I want to laugh and laugh, what do I want to do. Don't pretend to smile; don't overshadow yourself; don't do what you don't like doing; don't care about other people's eyes, I am a child, I am afraid of who! Even if you do something bad, others will only say: "The child is still small..." No one cares about you.

Childhood has left me with wonderful memories, so I often think that if I can't grow up in my life, how wonderful!

I am afraid that I will grow up and have an adult's face. Wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, Dina made a crisp sound on the floor, attracting everyone's attention. You can't sleep with a doll anymore, you can't hold a candied haws, you can eat while walking on the bustling streets, you can't yell and yell on the street...

I miss the days before the age of thirteen. In those days, I have a lot of good classmates and friends. I know that these pure and beautiful friendships will not last for a long time, and one day they will be separated. So now I try to stealth on the Internet, I try to separate from them. But I can't help it at the end, I am afraid to be isolated from them. However, if you do not end this friendship for a short time, it will be more painful for a long time. I thought, would this be too cruel? no, I can not. They won't be because I don't show up, and if I miss a friend, they will still be very good. I really don't want to grow up. When I grow up, I have to be separated from my friends. Sometimes I prefer not to happen, don't know friends. There must be an end when there is a beginning, and there is no pain in the end.

I want to stay in my childhood, because childhood has too many wonderful memories, and too many things worthy of nostalgia. In the future, I will experience many joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. But growth is inevitable, and I grow up slowly. I never go back in my childhood, leaving only a good memory.

Childhood, why are you so beautiful? Do you have any charm that makes me want to stay in my childhood forever? What charm do you have for me to grow up?

Hebei Xingtai Nanhe County County Zhiguo Xiao 5th Grade: Yang Liuqing