Good morning! I’m very glad to stand here and give you a short speech.
Man’s life is a process of growing up, actually I’m standing here is a growth. If a person’s life must constituted by various choices, then I grow up along with these choices. Once I hope I can study in a college in future, however that’s passed, as you know I come here, now I wonder what the future holds for me. When I come to this school, I told to myself: this my near future, all starts here. Following I will learn to become a man, a integrated man, who has a fine body, can take on important task, has independent thought, an open mind, intensive thought, has the ability to judge right and wrong, has a perfect job.
Once my teacher said :” you are not sewing, you are stylist; never forget which you should lay out to people is your thought, not craft.” I will put my personality with my interest and ability into my study, during these process I will combine learning with doing. If I can achieve this “future”, I think that I really grow up. And I deeply believe kindred, good-fellowship and love will perfection and happy in the future.
How to say future? Maybe it’s a nice wish. Lets make up our minds, stick to it and surely well enjoy our life.
Everybody will learn to grow up, when they are small, they have to overcome all kinds of problems, because they are young, so they will take more time to grow up. The road to be mature is not easy, the kids should learn to be nice to other, be considerate and take care of others. Of course, it need time to be an adult, the road to grow up will be mixed with happiness and sorrow.
We grow slowly, slowly from ignorance to maturity. Human growth is like taking the stairs, step by step, step by step. This is the metamorphosis of growth.
When I was born, my father and mother were happy, and everyone saw the welcome and joy of this new life. Slowly, we will babble to call out father and mother, they are more happy, the eye is full of favour. Later, I will leave, my parents are more careful, afraid I touch the fall. Later, my mother recalled that although my father often stopped my mother to ask her not to hold me, but as long as my body was shaking, the first one who rushed forward to support me was my father. My grandparents came to my house and played around me. My arrival adds a touch of color to the home. I wish I had always been like this.
When I was in primary school, I was brought to the door by my mother without knowing anything about the school. The mother looked at me nervously and said, "baby, is this your first day of school? Is your mother telling you everything you remember?" Remember. I answered them straight, and repeated my mother's words. Mother looked at me with a smile, forehead wrinkles tight frown relaxed at the door of the classroom, looking at the crying not let parents go, don't want to go to school, play, mom just relax eyebrows tight again, she looked at me, eyes filled with concern. I ran to my seat and sat down, saying, mama, let's go!" My mother looked at me with surprise, and after a moment, her face returned to calm, and she smiled and went away. But the worry in the eyes is still unobliterated. At this time, I think I grew up, because I was brave. Didn't cry, didn't let mother worry.
The junior middle school. In the face of still more than a year and a half of time to take an examination of this competition fierce battle field I, can't help stepping up the pace of study, less impetuous, more prudent. From innocence to maturity, it is also a metamorphosis of growth.
In this semi-finals, it didn't work out the best. In the face of the students' comfort, I forced a smile. Back home, I felt relieved and relieved. Then my father came in and asked me about my half-time score. I looked into his eyes. I could not carry it anymore. I had to endure the tears for several days. When he learned of his performance, he sighed and I looked up at him. His eyes had been so much more bloodshot that the anger in his eyes had slowly subsided. Dong, the door closed. The wall clock was impotent and seemed as if there was no one to tell the old story. I had no choice but to cry when my mother came in. All right?" "She asked carefully. "No." "I said. I could see the look of my discomfiture in her brown pupils and her concern about me. In my memory, she was worried about me all the time. "Don't be upset." "Well... There was another silence. Her mother got up and said, "come on, mother believe in you. The door closed in silence. Looking at the back of my mother leaving, my heart couldn't help it. Believe? Me? The three words echoed in my head. Yes, I can't completely deny myself because of one failure. You can't be unhappy because of your unhappiness, but your family is negative. Reflecting on myself, I walked toward the door, gently turning the door, opening the door, and a new beginning.
Long is a process, is responsible for oneself, towards maturity, is the path that grows. Please accept these changes and become a contributing person to society.