During this time, I am very upset. The happy smile of the past is gone forever.

That's because I can't seem to be taken care of by my parents. I told my parents something about school, but she didn't want to hear it, and she didn't think it was meaningful. I asked my father a question, but he didn't help me answer it, but let me think for myself. My parents are very busy at work every day. They hardly ask me about school, and sometimes they don't even come back to cook. Let me do it myself. The colorful clothes in the room are now a burden. It takes about a week to change a dress, and you have to wash it yourself.

I was restricted a lot, and only then could I get more love. ...

My mother doesn't know when to start coughing and vomiting. Father often stays up late for work, and his white hair increases a lot instantly; And the family is in a mess, which makes everyone in the family upset. Seeing this scene, I quietly thought: my mother doesn't want to hear my trivial things at school, for fear that those things will affect my study; My father didn't help me solve the problem because I was afraid that I could only rely on him and not think independently. My parents are busy with their work. Isn't it for me in the end? Parents let themselves cook because they want to live since childhood. When they grow up and go out to work, they don't need their parents to accompany them. Do your own thing, wash your own clothes, and be frugal. Now my family is experiencing a violent sandstorm. When I meet the most difficult time in my family, only I can stand up and stop all this darkness. Only I can save this family.

In an instant, I grew up, I really grew up. Because I cracked this confusing spell; I learned to love my heart with my heart; I understand that happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why are we unhappy every day?

The old smile resurfaced. At that moment, the sun rose, the sky was bright, I grew up and everything started again.

It is the end of the year again. One side of the desk calendar on my desk rises high, and the other side is as thin as a cicada. After several times, 365 days will be the curtain call of my life.

I can't help but sigh: "I have grown up!"

Time flies like a blink of an eye. Suddenly, I changed from a babbling baby to a middle school student. Before I could savor it, my childhood left me.

Although I have grown up, I will always be a child in the eyes of my parents. They protected me like flowers in a greenhouse, making me lose the original of my peers. Sometimes I also complain about their doting, and even want to tell them loudly: "I have grown up!" " "But I always knew that they protected me because they loved me. Thinking of this, I take back that sentence. I don't want to upset my parents. I understand their hearts, but my heart is crying and I am waiting for their understanding.

One day, I asked my parents to go to my classmate's house to play. They didn't stop me from going, but let me play with confidence. I was surprised and walked out of the house with doubts. At this time, my father stopped me and said to me, "Do you want my father to take you?" I stopped. I solemnly said to my father, "I have grown up!" " "This makes me feel particularly comfortable, just like a stone falling in mid-air. Dad didn't say anything but smiled at me. In his face, I saw his hope for me and his cultivation of me over the years. Every parent has an unspeakable love for their children. This kind of love needs no words. Parents silently give love, and as children, we feel little by little and return little by little.

When I grow up, the tasks on my shoulders are very heavy, not only limited to eating, drinking and having fun as a child, but also including knowledge learning as a child. I want to learn to help my parents share some things, so that parents can feel that their children are growing up and make them feel relaxed. This is growth.

In Class 3, the teacher suddenly asked me, "What is your ideal?" I'm at a loss. I don't know how to answer this question at the moment. I once had my own ideals, starting from childhood.

When I was a child, I knew nothing. My mother asked me, "What is your ideal?" I opened my eyes wide and asked curiously, "What is an ideal?" My mother told me: "Ideal is what you want to do when you grow up." For example, be an engineer who can draw design drawings, be a worker who can produce parts, and be the director of a thing. "I thought about it and asked my mother," Where is the most corn? "Mom smiled and said," There are so many corns in the countryside that they can be turned into a mountain, which is planted by farmers' uncles. "I replied without thinking:" I want to be a farmer when I grow up, and I want to be a farmer who can grow corn when I grow up! " "At that time, I was a greedy cat, and I liked corn best. My mother was shocked by my answer. She told me, "Being a farmer is very hard." I said, "As long as I can eat corn, I am not afraid to be a farmer no matter how hard I suffer!" " "

How time flies! In an instant, I was two years older. At school, in class, the teacher took pains to impart knowledge to us. The stories they told were so beautiful, especially fairy tales and myths, which took me into the hut of the seven dwarfs and Snow White and took me to the beautiful Alishan and Sun Moon Lake. I really like teachers, how gentle and kind they are, and how many stories and knowledge they have in their hearts! Slowly, I began to love teaching from liking teachers. In the third grade, the teacher asked us to write our own ideal, so I wrote my new ideal: a teacher who will be famous and glorious in the future. At this point, corn no longer appeals to me. I often dream of becoming a teacher, proudly stepping onto the platform, writing my life on the blackboard and teaching students what the teacher taught me. Dad told me: "Being a teacher is not as simple as you think. You have to prepare lessons and wholesale homework. I can't go to bed until late every day. " But I stubbornly shouted: "Great! Such a teacher can be called a good teacher. I must be a teacher! "

In an instant, I grew taller and wiser when I grew up. Entering middle school, I don't know how many times, the teacher talked about ideals and asked us to correctly understand ideals, fantasies and fantasies. I don't know when, I read a passage from Grandma Bing Xin: "The flower of success is often admired by people because of its brilliance. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice. " Yes, the ideal is beautiful, but it needs to be realized from now on. On impulse, I really admire those celebrities. How precious his spirit is! Now it seems that my childhood ideal was simplicity.

Soon, I walked from the door of a junior high school student to the door of a senior high school student. My thoughts are more mature than before, and the knowledge that senior high school teachers tell us is more profound than that of primary and junior high school teachers. Especially the head teacher, he not only talked about the knowledge in books, but also talked about some knowledge outside books, so that we could listen, watch and remember more. He also gave each of us a copy of "The Essence of Famous sayings and aphorisms" and copied some good poems, such as: "Knowledge is as precious as human blood. Without blood, people will be weak; If people lack knowledge, their minds will dry up. " Indeed, without knowledge, people will be like walking dead. Mr. Li Dazhao also said: "Knowledge is a candle that guides life to a bright and true state." Don't you think it's worth learning?

If you grow up ... Ah, I see, you should choose the ideal you can achieve and work hard for it to realize your life value.

I have grown up.

When I saw my cousin again, it was in the evening of a weekend at the end of May. He is wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, carrying a big bag on his shoulder and holding a big black plastic bag in his hand. He was covered with dust, so I could hardly recognize him.

My cousin is one year younger than me and lives in a town in Mianzhu. During the summer vacation, my father often takes me to my uncle's house for a period of time. My cousin, his classmates, the Russian, me and the three of us often go to quiet Berlin under the pretext of reviewing our lessons, sit on the wide lawn and pretend to recite, then throw the books into the sky, take out the poker hidden in our trouser pockets and start throwing poker. Great Berlin is so quiet. We are tired of playing. When we were lying on the lawn, we could hear the waves blowing over Berlin. After dinner, we often go to Mianshui River to cool off. The dam is very big. We waded barefoot into the cold water and chased each other. The mountain wind blowing from the foot of Longmen Mountain blows our skirts and hair.

My cousin was cheerful and his grades were not as good as Russian. Menstruation often criticizes him and compares him to a Russian. Whenever this happens, he makes faces at me. So when I saw Russian again the next day, I used yesterday's criticism to blackmail Russian into giving him a box of ice cream. Russians will spread out their hands and painfully declare that good grades are also a sin, and then reluctantly compensate each of us for an "Ili Zi".

It was almost the happiest time of my summer vacation.

But I haven't seen my cousin for almost two years. Because of the senior high school entrance examination, at the request of my father, I began to shuttle through various cram schools, and my cousin's shadow was gradually forgotten by me under the heavy study pressure.

Mianzhu is the hardest hit area of "5. 12" earthquake. At first, we couldn't get through, and our family was in a hurry. Later, we finally got it from my uncle and learned that their home was safe except that the house collapsed. Uncle and menstruation have to take part in earthquake relief, so they have no time to take care of their cousin, and his school has collapsed. So, I want my cousin to come to Chengdu by car. I hope my father can arrange for my cousin to study in Chengdu temporarily.

It didn't take my father long to give my cousin the school near my home, and my cousin lived in my room. When I come home from boarding school every weekend, I often see my cousin sitting under the desk lamp, lost in thought. I told him how our school donated money and materials to the disaster area, and he only gave a faint response, his eyes were a little blurred. On weekends, I took him to the amusement park, to KFC and sat in the spacious and bright hall of KFC. I saw him turn his head away from the TV program that showed the news of the disaster area.

I think there must be something deeply pressing on my cousin's heart. That weekend, we went back late. When we passed the Funan River, he suddenly asked me, "Brother, do you remember that Russian?" Of course I remember the curly hair and his silly smiling face that I can never finish combing. "Elder brother, you know? The Russians are dead! " I was immediately shocked. "He had rushed to the stairs and suddenly ran back. I knew he was looking for me, but he didn't know that I had rushed in front of him. When the Russian went in, he never came back ... "I just stood there and couldn't hear my cousin's words. I just felt that the night wind of Funan River made me cold.

In mid-June, my cousin will go back to Mianzhu. I have promised him that I will go to see Russian children with him after the senior high school entrance examination.

That night, I grew up

The teacher said that growth is a lifelong process, and growth is an epiphany of life in a certain situation. Now, when I read the mood behind those words, I feel I have grown up.

1 1 year old, grade two. No matter what I have done that should be criticized, people will always say that she is still young and will grow up.

My mother always sighs: I don't know when she will grow up!

I don't know what it means to grow up, but judging from the frequency of her saying this, I conclude that I can grow up quickly should be her greatest wish at present.

My mother became my Chinese teacher this semester. She is an excellent teacher, and almost all my classmates admire her. But I'm not my mother's satisfied student. She always said that she had taught many students, all of whom were excellent. If only I could be like them. My mother's behavior hurt my self-esteem. Although I dare not refute her publicly, I don't respect her like my classmates. She hit me, and I didn't resist, but I did.

Until that night, I happened to see my mother's diary. After reading a diary, I can almost recite it:

Dear child, please allow me to say I'm sorry.

Watching my daughter host the New Year's Day performance on the stage, I was filled with emotion. 1 1 years old, it is the third time that she has supported a large-scale school performance. As a matter of fact, she is a good child. She is kind and filial, and has good abilities in all aspects. However, no matter what she does, I can almost find reasons for criticism. She has been taking care of herself since she was three years old. We don't have time to teach her how to cultivate good habits, but we always blame her for this bad habit, blame her for that bad habit, and always compare her with others. Originally, we neglected education, but we always didn't know how to reflect. On the contrary, we blame her. How guilty I am to think of it!

I am thinking that there are really no wrong children, only wrong parents, and the poor children are the result of our neglect of education. As parents, we can't take love as a cover. If you really love children, you should pay attention to the way of expressing love, and everything should be conducive to the healthy growth of children.

The new year is coming. I write this diary closely, hoping to remind myself from time to time and say sorry to my beloved daughter.

I cried. The first time was very sad. I remembered everything my mother had done for me, delicious crucian carp soup and expensive ones; & gt Complete CD, written by my mother on the pillow & gt ... My mother really loves me, even if she hits me, she will cry if she doesn't turn around. Unfortunately, I have never felt it with my heart. I should say I still don't know how to feel with my heart.

I know I won't become what my mother wants at once, but this is the first time I know what I should do. I think I've grown up, at least not far from it.

It turns out that growing up is not determined by age or time. When we learn to accept the love of the people who love us the most, it really takes only a moment to grow up!