Diary of a future writer: 400~500 words.

The footprint of children's growth allows us to grow in cooperation, I grow in reflection, and touch the troubles that accompany my growth. In my memory, the sky of my childhood is clear and transparent. Squeeze the water gently. -The day is at your feet, and the sound of peace is stepping on your feet. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Then one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. Life in the new era has replaced memory, filled the gap in the heart, and made the ideal ready. Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Growing up, we kept everything in our hearts, Only the ripples left in my heart are clear layer by layer. ....................................................................................................................................................... doesn't know when the word 18 years old was frequently mentioned. Once upon a time, I thought that 18 years old was so sacred, only knowing that at that time we had grown up and could fly higher and farther. At this time, when I really have 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 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! -bitter days have turned into fragrance in memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories. In my memory, my wishes and beautiful promises, persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into happy leaves, which I carefully collected. Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy. Follow the pace of growth, step by step impact maturity, towards the future. Time inadvertently bounced off my fingers, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints. There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. You never know its true value until you taste it. This is the story of growing up. Growth is a vibrant ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team. Growth is a process of color. Bright skirts floated away, and pink bows flew away. A school uniform, dignified color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks. A mountain of textbooks. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth. Growth is a slow-moving stream. Quietly, we grew up. Learn to be strong and learn to be calm. At the same time, I also learned to decorate and package. As the water flies, the purity and simplicity of youth are gone forever, just as Andrew West said in "Birch Tree": In the process of birch growth, those lateral branches and old branches are always decisively abandoned in order to make use of growth. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from naive to mature. Every time you shed a layer of body, pain is inevitable. Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain. Growing up is also a difficult journey. After the "sad subway", it is a winding mountain road, with a winding back and a vague front, full of thorns and flowers. Courageous pursuit, the road extends under your feet, and growth is the road. There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.

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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, 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 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 are wronged because they are not understood by their parents ... I think this should be growth.

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I don't know when the growing pains have merged into one. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles.

As I grow up day by day, I have more troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (I really don't want them to know)

That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me.

I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!

Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.

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Growing footprint

In my sky, there are no traces of birds, only footprints of growth-inscriptions.

A wanderer doesn't need direction, because he has carved a road sign on the journey of life and will never forget it. Just like my youth, the pain caused by those dark and white wounds has been forgotten by something called "growth" for a long time. And those beautiful scenery along the way will also be sweetly engraved in my heart by memories.

Those once lost, confused, unable to let go of the pain, facing the wind on the pavement, have gradually faded away, leaving a mature heart. Perhaps, I can't bear so much worry, but I know my responsibility, I know the way and how to go on.

I remember the class teacher said that the process of growth can't be smooth sailing, and no matter how hard you work, you won't fail. But every time after the thunder and lightning, the sky will always heal its torn wounds.

Youth is confirmed by different people in different ways. All stories can always make people see many things clearly through a set and some props, and always leave some faint memories, recording the happiness and hardships on the road of youth.

Of course, I tried, and all I got was a lot of scars. I hesitated, but I still walked hard all the way. The sunshine that accompanied me has always been in a corner of my heart, supporting me to go on.

There is an unforgettable song. Under the eaves of this city, everyone who is growing up is singing with heart. Once the wind and rain were dark, but it was just a foil for people and raised the sails. The future is waiting for us to explore, set sail towards the ideal distance, and use our youth and life to find our own sky.

There, there are no traces of birds, but there are footprints of my growth, because it belongs to me alone.

My sky,

In a higher place than that day ...

Beyond the distant sea ...

Growing footprint

In my sky, there are no traces of birds, only footprints of growth-inscriptions.

A wanderer doesn't need direction, because he has carved a road sign on the journey of life and will never forget it. Just like my youth, the pain caused by those dark and white wounds has been forgotten by something called "growth" for a long time. And those beautiful scenery along the way will also be sweetly engraved in my heart by memories.

Those once lost, confused, unable to let go of the pain, facing the wind on the pavement, have gradually faded away, leaving a mature heart. Perhaps, I can't bear so much worry, but I know my responsibility, I know the way and how to go on.

I remember the class teacher once said that the process of growth can't be smooth sailing, and no matter how hard you work, you won't fail. But every time after the thunder and lightning, the sky will always heal its torn wounds.

Youth is confirmed by different people in different ways. All stories can always make people see many things clearly through a set and some props, and always leave some faint memories, recording the happiness and hardships on the road of youth. (Not very smooth)

Of course, I tried, and all I got was a lot of scars. I hesitated, but I still walked hard all the way. The sunshine that accompanied me has always been in a corner of my heart, supporting me to go on. On the journey of life, there should be such a spirit.

There is an unforgettable song. Under the eaves of this city, everyone who is growing up is singing with heart. Once the wind and rain were dark, but it was the foil of dawn and raised the sail. The future is waiting for us to explore, set sail towards the ideal distance, and use our youth and life to find our own sky.

There, there are no traces of birds, but there are footprints of my growth, because it belongs to me alone.

My sky,

In a higher place than that day ...

Beyond the distant sea ...