Growing up, I had an extra responsibility.
Looking back suddenly, I found that we have grown up gradually. I don't know when the word 18 years old has been on my lips. Once upon a time, I thought 18 years old was so sacred, only knowing that when we grew up, we could fly higher and farther. At this time, when I really want to face it, I suddenly feel a sense of loss. I am worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number of 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility!
In the two years of high school, we unconsciously spent the 6-year-old flower season and experienced the 17-year-old rainy season. I used to sigh in confusion and find myself in peace. We grew up in confusion and peace. As a result, I began to get used to thinking about everything around me with my own brain. Perhaps this kind of thinking is superficial, but we proud but not blindly obedient children are eager to bid farewell to our youth and ignorance with reason and maturity.
18 years old is an end and a beginning. At this moment, in the alternation of gain and loss, in the transition between forcing and giving up, we feel happy and suffering. Almost all the pain comes from the pursuit of dreams. When we have experienced countless pains to realize our dreams, we finally appreciate the joy, and then we understand that pain often breeds the seeds of happiness. Growth is not an easy thing, and pain is not necessarily a bad thing. In pain, we know that when reality cannot be changed, we should change ourselves in time, but we always love to bargain with reality, because we deeply love this world, a world of happiness, warmth, love and pain. In the process of growing up, we learned to discover and cherish, and we learned to smile and appreciate the beauty of the small knots that we can't untie in our hearts. Because we know that as long as we turn around freely, we can find new beautiful scenery.
growing up is a pain, but I don't want it to leave scars. Growth is a kind of transformation, and it takes hardships to break out of the cocoon.
You are often lonely when growing up. You should learn to cheer for yourself when no one is cheering. Don't be afraid, don't worry, face everything you encounter in your growth bravely and frankly, give yourself encouragement, give yourself faith and give yourself happiness. In the journey of growing up, what we need is a calm experience, a calm perception and a brave face.
standing on the threshold of an adult, you may still have immature faces in front of you. Young and bright eyes reveal a trace of cynicism, and a faint sadness lurks in a lonely smile. Perhaps growth is like this: sadness and joy, loss and joy, noise and tranquility.
The bitter days have turned into fragrance in the pictures of memories. Whenever the night comes with light steps, the prosperity and noise of the day gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories. In my memory, the wishes and beautiful promises I once made, the persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into leaves of happiness and have been carefully collected by me.
Yes, growth records pain, but also engraves happiness. Along the footsteps of growth, step by step, we are moving towards maturity and the future.
growing up, I have one more time to think.
growing up, I gradually learned to think. Although I don't know what is waiting for me, I pursue a self-confidence and believe that I can control my own destiny. When I grow up, I learned to face my destiny firmly. Every lonely night, when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, confidence and courage are my only luggage. I buried myself in my favorite book, one. People are most afraid of getting sick in a foreign land. That loneliness and helplessness can be described as extremely strong. They are particularly homesick. They miss their mother's kind smile, steaming meals, warm words, and warm quilts. When they carry boiling water once, they are accidentally burned, and their feet are swollen with blisters, which makes it inconvenient to walk. When they go upstairs and downstairs, the doctors say that they are afraid of infection and need infusion. They stay alone in an empty dormitory, which is heartbreaking for homesickness. The experience of growing up makes me strong in pain and makes me better when the clouds are gone!
There are not many dazzling auras under the growing sky. I just work diligently and happily in the rice fields of my life, and then wait quietly for the harvest season. I have been working hard on my work and study, being strict with myself, believing that hard work will yield, always striving for perfection, and having tasted the sweetness of harvest. Those hardships are nothing in the face of achievements, although sometimes I feel very tired, a little lost and confused, and I also have a persistent and arrogant attitude. I never give in to the so-called fate when I am not appreciated! Over the years, I have never given up my pursuit of life, relying on hard work to get out of remote mountain villages and towns and find my own place in the bustling metropolis. I have been telling myself to work hard and not to stagnate.
Fate, like a naughty boy, always likes to play jokes on you. When you are in high spirits, it gives you a few kicks. When you are at your wit's end, it gives you a faint hope. Just like the song goes, "No one can succeed casually without experiencing wind and rain", after many experiences, the edges and corners of your body are gradually smoothed away, and you learn to be calm and forget those unpleasant people and things. Only by rereading the diary can scenes emerge from my heart, and slowly appreciate the smile on my lips, so I have regrets and regrets about life, and I still have good thoughts, and I live a relaxed and simple life without so much burden.
I like to see my daughter chirping happily around like a bird. From her, I seem to see my young self again, such as the years of flowers, those fiery passions, clear laughter, and the youth with no regrets. The best years in my life are the germination of those youths, and the days are gone forever. I have experienced the process of being a wife and a mother and a life from conception to arrival, and I remember the maternal love that was once neglected. I have been paying the greatness without asking for anything in return, knowing the true meaning of love, and learning to take good care of the childish heart from my mother. My daughter has grown up little by little, learned to care for others, learned to be modest and honest, and learned to love the world. The happiness and joy on her face is a great comfort to me. Who said that maternal love can create a world? Yes, for women, family and children are the center of support in their lives, in the quiet night. In a deep sleep, my daughter will hug my neck with her soft arms, give out a uniform nasal inhalation, and giggle from time to time, staring at her sleeping face for a long time, a kind of maternal love arises spontaneously, and if possible, I want to do my best to create a clear sky that can shelter her future from wind and rain. But on second thought, my daughter will eventually grow up, have her own life, and experience difficulties and obstacles on the way. Love can't be arranged for everything. We should properly let her know the cruelty of life and cultivate the courage to withstand blows and failures from an early age.
After experiencing the flowery spring, burning the splendor of midsummer, and stepping into the harvest autumn, women have the self-improvement of Qiuju, endowing the plum blossom with frost pride, and have a diligent spirit of willing ox. They learn to be tolerant and add elegance, and look at the world with confident eyes. There will always be lush green in the growing world and the melody of the sun in the growing theme. May there be enough broken sun in the journey of growth to decorate my life and let me enjoy the many "wealth" brought by growth! I wish I could cherish the past and experience the ups and downs of life.
it's drizzling outside the window, the sky is gloomy and quiet, and the breeze blows the hair on the forehead. On the most suitable days for memory and meditation, life always advances in constant reflection, knowing that there are ups and downs on the road to growth, and that the years of growth are stormy, moist in spring, hot in summer, cool in autumn and clean in winter, which everyone must experience. The road ahead is still very long, and there will be lingering rainy season and haze.