How time flies! When I was still sleeping in, it suddenly occurred to me that today is my sixteenth birthday. Oh, unconsciously, I have gone through sixteen spring and autumn periods.
Early in the morning, my parents got up to buy food, leaving me lying quietly in bed, thinking about my changes over the years. From babbling to growing into a fantasy teenager, my parents were always by my side. When I fell, my parents would encourage me to stand up. When I am depressed, my parents will comfort me to cheer up; When I succeed, my parents will be proud and happy for me; But when I am a little proud, my parents will also point out that I am not. ...
In this way, with the love of parents, I finally grew up. I have been able to consider other people's feelings and learned self-esteem, self-improvement and self-confidence. I am no longer a child who worries my parents all day.
Of course, it will inevitably make parents sad when they grow up. I am also very naughty and have my own rebellious period. Although I have caused my parents a lot of trouble and made them sad, my parents' love for me has never changed. ...
Perhaps in the eyes of my parents, I will always be just a child who will never grow up and need to be taken care of by others. How I want to be a good boy all the time! But I have grown up! Going to be independent!
You said that as long as I study hard, work hard and live well, you will be enough, and you won't expect anything from me. You will take care of yourself and won't worry me. ...
The wheel of time is still rolling forward. Maybe one day, mom and dad, when you are old and I have a life, don't forget my son! I used to be your son, now I am your son, and I will be your son in the future! If I can, I hope to be your son in my next life!
Yellow paper, vigorous font, I took out my pen and firmly wrote a few words:
Mom and Dad:
If you believe there will be a rainbow tomorrow,
Please continue,
My son will always support you!
If you stop believing,
Please go under the eaves,
Look at your son supporting the sun for you tomorrow!
Wave goodbye to yesterday's immaturity. On a certain day, I entered maturity. After bidding farewell to that innocent childhood, I entered the flower season. What a strange and familiar season. People often say that the flower season of 16 years old is green and full of vitality. Vague emotions sprout quietly in a corner of my heart. Then, in this beautiful season, a bud is in bud.
I stand at the starting point of sixteen years old, looking back at the past years, the footprints behind me have already been connected in a string, recording my every growth. Walking by the sea, the cool breeze slowly blows my face and clothes, and the traces leading to the front on the beach continue. I stood in a lonely posture, expecting someone to accompany me. Looking around, I was at a loss. An empty one.
At the age of sixteen, I began to record my age with a pen and began to like something called an article. Seeing a batch of essays written by later generations in the 1980s, my youth inspired me. The pen was gradually in my hand, and I never gave up. This is an affectionate year, and the pen tip always reveals a touch of melancholy. I sigh that things are impermanent, that things are different, and that things are different. With the infinite unknown world, I began to comment on human beings. The maturity of thought has already exceeded the physiological age. Growing up alone in the wind, smiling children have a cold face. He gradually got used to it and lost himself in loneliness. The road to growth must be your own. Standing at the age of sixteen, between one life and another, I finally learned to appreciate life.
I accidentally took a bus and suddenly saw another car pass by. There is a sentence printed on the back of the car: Twenty years have passed, but youth is not fade away. At that moment, I almost cried. Just like a beautiful crystal ball, this is the dream of all our children, just like Alice in Wonderland. However, when Alice grew up, she lost her key. Should she kneel down and cry or continue to walk bravely?
I remember one time, I felt that I had no partner on my life path, perhaps out of dependence, and I always felt lonely around me. Now, everyone comes and goes in a hurry like my passers-by. Can you get a confidant in life geometry? In the summer of sixteen, I began to indulge in my personal world. From then on, I decided to go my own way. I have a little idea about the blueprint for the future. Gradually, I learned to think about life. Then, I fell into the contradiction of my own design. I've been looking for my heart. On a quiet night, I look up at the stars. I am quietly waiting for this increasingly noisy city to fall asleep. Only my own heartbeat resounds through the night.
Sixteen-year-old, like a flower, carries my dream. The torrent of time is always moving forward. We will grow up one day. Pack your bags and leave now. May beauty and youth remain in my heart.
Time flies. At the age of sixteen, we have entered the flower-like season and stood on the threshold from youth to youth.
Counting the bags, I found myself a little more mature and a little less naive; Think more and follow less blindly; More action, less fantasy. ...
Are you sixteen? I sat quietly by the window, staring blankly at the deep sky full of stars. Yes, I'm sixteen. I don't know whether "growing up" is a good thing or a bad thing, but time tells me that people always have to grow up. Oh, sixteen, it's an irresistible natural law.
Sixteen years old is really a lost spring. Between adults and teenagers, I don't know whether we are aunts in the eyes of children aged 4 or 5 or children in the eyes of aunts aged 40 or 50. I can't play house every day like before, holding a doll and chatting endlessly every day, crying for my mother every day ... Similarly, I can't have unlimited freedom every day like an adult, I can control my living space every day, and I can play late every day.
Sixteen is really a changeable summer. When I was a child, I always wanted to be an excellent teacher, trying to cultivate flowers in the garden, which made people envy and admire. Or I want to be an excellent policeman, like my brother, "get rid of rape and murder" and carry out the task with a gun. However, as I grow up day by day, my mind becomes more and more complicated: how tired I am as a teacher, and I have to worry about my students and send them away every day. How hard it is to be a policeman. Every day, rain or shine, as long as there is a task, it must be unconditionally obeyed and carried out. Maybe your life will be in danger ... your innocent and beautiful ideals as a child have been mercilessly stripped away by time and experience. /kloc-there is a thin screen on the road of 0/6 years old, and the future is looming in front of you.
Sixteen years old is really a sentimental autumn. Facing the rainy sky, I don't know when I will cry. Sitting at home, imagining that a boy will suddenly appear in front of me, always wanting to see more and then get lost. I also like listening to sad songs and reading novels that adults find boring. ...
I don't know whether growing up is a good thing or a bad thing, but time tells me that people always have to grow up and learn to go their own way. My luggage seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and my road is extending into the future.
When I was sixteen, I couldn't stop.
Comments:
Sixteen-year-old sky is really colorful. A sixteen-year-old girl is full of confusion, fantasy and sadness. In this dreamy season, boys and girls will always grow up and learn to walk by themselves.
Finally, this season, this day, this moment.
At that time, when the pointer, minute hand and second hand reached "12" at the same time, I was very excited, because after this second, I was about to start my 16 year trip.
It is said that sixteen is a girl's flower season, so I always fantasize about her mystery and look forward to her fragrance.
Now, I'm finally sixteen! I can give off the freshest taste of the flower season and write down myself; I can be fearless, willful and open, and show a positive attitude; I can say loudly to my mother, "Let me travel alone when I grow up"; I can have everything in the new world. ...
Girls who like flower season will be more confident and beautiful in flower season!
Ha! I'm sixteen!
The early morning breeze blew away the roses in the corner with a hint of coolness.
Sixteen-year-old, what a bright and clear age, people say that sixteen-year-old flower season, seventeen-year-old rainy season, how I hope to stay in this flower-like years forever.
But, I know, sixteen years old is a wave, and I am a beach. I can only keep the shell it sent me, but I can't. So cherish it if you have it!
Young people shouldn't worry, but I'm used to sighing alone with warm red candles in the cold leaves, for the hero in the book and for me.
/kloc-at the age of 0/6, my thoughts come and go, and my heart is full of pear blossoms and rain, like countless red flowers floating in a clear stream. I cry and laugh, so I am alone in my rainy season.
Vows are like the wind, and wind chimes are silent.
I used to hope that I could have a mature face and be free to talk and laugh with all kinds of people. Now, I am sixteen years old, and time has pulled my long hair out of my fingers. People and things from childhood still seem to come to mind. If you lose something, you will be scolded, and if you lose time, you will grow. I overlapped with the past, once hazy, and my feelings have changed dramatically. The box of memory exudes a touch of sadness.
Sixteen-year-old I like to put a piano piece on a CD, watch the pure words and enjoy a cup of fragrant tea. As my fingertips slide over the cold temperature of the book, time slowly passes at my fingertips.
Sixteen-year-old I also like to watch TV all night, arguing about the illusion and beauty of the online world, which is incompatible with our current state? Maybe, but we are in a rebellious era, because the cause and effect are not as clear as adults think, but I have my own principles, my thoughts are no longer that ignorant little girl, and my vision has become far-reaching. Maybe I have quietly buried the innocence of my childhood in my heart, maybe I was attracted by the circulating sunshine that afternoon, watching the trivial color lines intertwined, lingering and gradually disappearing, and those memories buried deep in my heart suddenly disappeared.
Everything, just because I am sixteen years old, maybe the beauty I pass by but look back will be an unforgettable time in my life.
When I was sixteen, I smiled like a flower. ...