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, repeating it. 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 none of this can stop us, and we are still enjoying ourselves.

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'm 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 people worry that their studies are not satisfactory, some people worry that they have acne, and some people are wronged because they are not understood by their parents ... I think this should be the trouble on the road to growth.

touch control

Maternal love, an eternal topic, can never be explained. It is like the melody of music, sometimes inspiring, inspiring, quiet and comfortable, creating a brand-new self.

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I don't know how many white hairs are in the corner of my mother's bun, how many crow's feet are in the corner of my mother's eyes, how much effort my mother has devoted to me and how much sweat she has spilled. But all I know is that my mother gave me her heart.

In the past, I always looked dismissive of my mother's love, always impetuous in front of my mother, and I turned a deaf ear to everything my mother said to me. When my mother came to see me, I looked impatient. My mother can only sigh and say, "son, why don't you understand your parents' love for you?" Like an angry lion, I shouted at my mother, "am I thoughtless?" Why can't you see when I understand? Why didn't you consider my feelings when you had a big fight with dad? What do you think I am, air or waste! Do I have a place in your hearts? Do you still know that I have a daughter? " Mother was speechless, and tears flowed from the corner of her eyes, like a waterfall in Lushan Mountain, with a swift current. At this point, my heart twisted tightly. Maybe this word is more suitable to describe my mother. I know what I just said hurt my mother and me. I dare not look into my mother's eyes, and I don't want to see her cry. At this time, there is a powerful force in my heart that drives me to escape from here. I naturally obeyed my own wishes and fled.

Back in the dormitory, I pretended nothing happened and talked and laughed with my roommates. I don't know how long my mother will be away from there, but I know she must have come home crying. I don't think my mother will come to see her again.

Blink of an eye, it's Saturday again. Today, the weather is particularly bad, foggy and windy, but it doesn't affect parents to visit their children at all. I feel sour when I see the affection of other people's parents and children. I walked to the dormitory in despair. I'm not there anymore. I hope my parents can come to see me. But as soon as I went to bed, I heard someone calling me outside the window. I looked up and it was my mother. I thought it was an illusion. I rubbed my eyes and looked. It's really my mother. Unconsciously, she has reached the door of the dormitory. My mother's lips have turned purple with cold, she is shaking all over, her hands are red with cold, and she is holding my favorite fruits and potato chips. I froze for a while and said, "Mom, you are so cold. Why don't you dress warmly? Why did you come to see me in such a foggy day? " "Your dad said he missed you, let me, your dad is still outside! He has been outside for more than 40 minutes. Go out and see your father. " "Mom, why are you wearing such thin clothes? Aren't you afraid of freezing your body? " "I forgot to wear it. Your father was anxious to see you, so he asked for leave in a hurry. " "I see, then let's go find him." I didn't know what to say when I came to see my father.

"Son, is there heating in your dormitory?" It was dad who broke the quiet scene first: "Oh, it's so warm." My answer seems cold. My dad looked at me and said, "What did you say about your mother last time? Your mother has been crying since she came home and didn't tell me why. What are the tangled problems? Let's untie them here today! Do you know how good your mother is to you? She carefully selects each fruit, washes it and dries it before bagging it for you. Talking about whether I can kick the quilt when I sleep every night,

Will it freeze? Whenever she sees the weather change, she always says, "Xu, this child doesn't know if he has added clothes." This child loves to follow the trend and watch others. "

If she wears less, she won't wear much. What if it freezes? I can't. I have to see her. I'm still a little uneasy. Your mother didn't trust you to visit you that day, knot.

As a result, she came back crying What does your mother usually save on eating and drinking? Isn't it to save a few dollars to buy you something you like to eat? "

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault, I know. Mom, you have always loved me. I was wrong about you. This is my fault. Mom, will you forgive me? "

"Son, what did you say, how can mom blame you? Mom loves you, too! As long as you can understand your mother's kindness to you, your mother doesn't need you to reciprocate, just hope that you can see your smile every time you come to see you. "

"Mom, I will, and I will listen to you."

"Then let's go, you hurry back to the dormitory!"

"Well, I'll see you go back after you leave."

On the way back to the dormitory, my tears ran down my cheeks again. It turns out that I have always misunderstood my mother, and my mother's love for me can never be repaid.

Heart-to-heart call, love and love transmission, just like notes. Only by piecing them together into a melody can we feel its melodiousness.

Love is speechless. Only by exploring with your heart can you realize the meaning of true love.

It can be said that every parent takes good care of their children. My parents are only one in the world. Every parent will write an ode to love for their children, and every note is filled with their parents' deep love. It may not play, but it is silently dedicating, waiting and waiting until you find, appreciate and sing.

Listen! Did you hear that? Do you hear the melody of maternal love? ...

Frustration is also beautiful.

Frustration is also a kind of beauty, but only a few people can perceive its color. For the weak, frustration can only be a stumbling block. When you meet again, you only know to bypass it, not just step on it. Someone once said: The laurels of world honor are all woven from thorns. At all times and in all countries, how many promising people have not suffered any setbacks? American President Lincoln failed in business at the age of 22, had a nervous breakdown at the age of 27, failed to be nominated as a member of Congress at the age of 34, and failed to run for vice president at the age of 46 ... Failure and setbacks tempered the great men of this century, and his bumpy experience made him brilliant. If, at the first setback, he was devastated, then, will there be Lincoln's silly boy in the world?

There's an old saying in China: "When a clam struggles, it becomes a pearl." . If pearls are the fruits of hard training of mussels, then success is the reward we deserve after accepting setbacks again and again. Just like climbing a mountain, when you overcome fatigue halfway up the mountain, when you regret it, you choose to persist. Waiting for you will be the beautiful scenery of "once you reach the top, all other mountains will be dwarfed". On the top of the mountain.

Setbacks are everywhere, and no one is always smooth sailing. Life is incomplete without setbacks. Natural and man-made disasters, their own defects, or just a math problem. People want to be "smooth sailing" and "all the best", but that's just a yearning and hope of people. Frustration is a part of our life. From the beginning to walk, learn to speak, learn to write, all the way from setbacks, grow in overcoming. It will hinder our progress, but without it, we cannot be strong. Without it, we can't have fighting spirit. Without it, we can't get a foothold in society. Frustration, is it beautiful?

Frustration is a breeze, which makes us clear-headed. Frustration is the oil in the oil lamp and the fuel for our progress. Frustration is a match that lights candles and hopes for progress. Frustration is a paving stone, paving a road to success for us. Setbacks are also a kind of beauty.

Frustration is also beautiful.

Some people say that setbacks shine because of exercise, others say that setbacks shine because of motivation, and I say that setbacks are beautiful because of different personalities.

People often bless others with "all the best" and "all the wishes come true", but no one ever encourages others with setbacks. In fact, setbacks are essential to life, which is more important than smooth sailing.

Frustration becomes better because of persistent practice.

Tan Qian was a historian in China during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. He began to write books at the age of 29, which lasted for 27 years, and finally completed the 5 million-word masterpiece "National Shortage". However, one night his house was stolen and the manuscript was unfortunately lost. After 30 years of hard work, Tan Qian was heartbroken, but he calmed down and started from scratch. Nine years later, he wrote this masterpiece. This manuscript is more perfect than the last one.

Frustration brought Tan Qian heartbreaking pain, but this pain did not make him fall, but brought him a new life and made his works famous all over the world. Without the loss of the manuscript, without his resurrection, without his continuous improvement. Maybe we won't see this masterpiece today. Setbacks can make life perfect. The key is whether we can beat it.

Frustration is beautiful because it can change people.

Deng Yaping began to practice table tennis when she was 4 years old. By the age of eight, she was highly skilled, but she was rejected by the provincial team because she was too short and had no future. Faced with the blow from heaven, Deng Yaping did not give in, but worked harder. Finally, she proved herself with her own strength.

Frustration itself is not beautiful. Frustration will become more brilliant only when people overcome it with persistence, hard work and renewed efforts. Deng Yaping used her own transformation to overcome setbacks and let a bright future come into view.

Cellier Smyer once said, "If there is only clear Wan Li, no rain, only happiness without sadness, only joy without pain, then such a life is not a life at all-at least not a human life." Yes, life is called life only when it has experienced setbacks, and life has become beautiful because it has honed its character.