Developmental pain

Since I went to school. Needless to say, it is such a heavy schoolbag, and it is not necessary to say that it is called a book with high "gold content". My parents' nagging and their oppression have been bothering me for months. The older you get. The troubles are getting heavier and heavier, and I can't breathe.

Time slipped away quietly, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life became a memory, and I also entered a brand-new middle school era. However, my troubles are approaching, and one piece is coming at me.

Just after school that day, my homework was just finished at school. I want to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my nervous and tired body. Before you start, the "machine gun" aimed at you and began to "shoot" at you: "Don't review quickly, you are a junior high school student, and you still have time to watch TV leisurely here!" At this time, I had to go back to my room with a "serious injury" and bury myself in the sea of books. Why can't parents feel their children's mood now? You can only curse easily, even ... hey! I can't help it Competing with my mother is asking for trouble. Why bother? Might as well read a book. ...

Another time was even worse: I had a lot of homework that day. As soon as you come back, go back to your room and do small copywriting. I just sat down. "Come down quickly." Mom shouted, "Liu Yi, look what good things mom bought for you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that my mother bought me my favorite glass! In the past, it was all some composition books and some math exercises. Who knows ... hey! Ideas plummeted. My mother whispered to me, "Look, you are in middle school. It is better to buy more composition books for you to read, so that you can learn more. Those math books are of good quality and detailed. Otherwise, you should read more books every day ... "I interrupted my mother and said loudly," You know, I have a lot of homework now and the tasks assigned by the teacher. Growing up, I have always obeyed the wishes of your adults. After the vacation, I was asked to learn this and that, and my brain almost exploded. Should I really do something like "robot" all day? " Mom and someone who seems to have changed just now said loudly, "I'm buying these from you now, not for your future, not for your own good?" My "fire" retorted: "Do adults have to love children so much that reading dead books is enough? "We get up at 5: 40 every day. Aren't we tired of running to school early? With so much homework, who knows my pain? You only know reading and reading. Do you think the children are free? " "Hey, I've been trying for years, but it's not for your own good. You don't know anything about your parents? " Mom said sternly. "Like those who only know how to read dead books, it's not their own will, it's all forced by your parents. Some high school students even forced themselves to go to school for their parents. This is nothing else, but you adults forced it. " I sobbed and said loudly ... My mother was so angry that she walked into her room in the last war of words. I'm tired of noise myself. I ran into the room to do my homework as if nothing had happened. On the surface, there is nothing wrong with me, but in fact, I feel very sad: no matter how bad my mother is, I should not talk to her in such a tone. But their paternalism is unbearable. Why do adults hold our own ideals in the cradle? I really want to. ...

Maybe my mother is right, but I am too nervous to study, which makes me like this. Anyway, I can't treat my mother who raised me for many years with this attitude. Hey! I still have to apologize to my mother!

Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why can't I find a happy feeling, a happy rhythm and a free happiness? I'm really upset. ...

Developmental pain

Growing up-worrying and happy, but more surrounded by worrying contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I'm worried about a two-sided me.

At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it. This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart. ...

Every time before going out, my mother always nags: girls should sit still and stand still, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly and almost recite them backwards. My mother is just a routine, just a repetition. But in my opinion, these are all putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh, dance and sing with my classmates ... and enjoy the happiness of free growth. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But these can't stop us, we are still enjoying our fun.

What am I? My mother's good girl? Young and energetic teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me.

The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing up, feeling growing up, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles!

Developmental pain

"The sun will still climb up tomorrow morning, the flowers will still bloom tomorrow, the beautiful birds will disappear, and my chicks will never come back …" Dance of Youth led my thoughts to the past. Unconsciously, I have grown up and entered adolescence.

I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these acne. I started asking my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... after waiting for a long time, the acne has not improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying!

After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own thing when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like nagging. But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I will have a strong feeling of homesickness. I miss my parents and sometimes I cry secretly. I'm surprised myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.

What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse. I often talk back when I disagree with my parents or discuss something. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After an argument, I always think I am wrong. In this way, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.

I have grown a lot since I entered middle school. My old clothes don't suit me, so I need to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to buy it. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two things, but my mother said that children should not dress too mature. Finally, I had to buy some clothes for older children. But shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip cost a lot of money!

Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. Some worry that their studies are not going well, some worry that they have acne, and some feel wronged because they are not understood by their parents ... I think this should be growth.

Nouns, good sentences and epigrams:

Confidence in success is like an alarm clock in the brain, which will wake you up when you need it.

Although the ant nest is small, it collapses thousands of miles.

The most useful resource is our reputation, which works for us 24 hours a day.

Great miracles are not accomplished by strength, speed and physical agility, but by character and will.

A stumbling block is a stepping stone.

And the power of knowledge.