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.
when i was growing up, i had an old neighbor named dr. gibbs. he didn’t look like any doctor i’d ever known. he never yelled at us for playing in his yard. i remember him as someone who was a lot nicer than circumstances warranted.
when dr. gibbs wasn’t saving lives, he was planting trees. his house sat on ten acres, and his life’s goal was to make it a forest.the good doctor had some interesting theories concerning plant husbandry. he came from the “no pain, no gain” school of horticulture. he never watered his new trees, which flew in the face of conventional wisdom. once i asked why. he said that watering plants spoiled them, and that if you water them, each successive tree generation will grow weaker and weaker. so you have to make things rough for them and weed out the weenie trees early on.
he talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren’t watered had to grow deep roots in search of moisture. i took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured.so he never watered his trees. he’d plant an oak and, instead of watering it every morning, he’d beat it with a rolled-up newspaper. smack! slap! pow! i asked him why he did that, and he said it was to get the tree’s attention.
dr. gibbs went to glory a couple of years after i left home. every now and again, i walked by his house and looked at the trees that i’d watched him plant some twenty-five years ago. they’re granite strong now. big and robust. those trees wake up in the morning and beat their chests and drink their coffee black.i planted a couple of trees a few years back. carried water to them for a solid summer. sprayed them. prayed over them. the whole nine yards. two years of coddling has resulted in trees that expect to be waited on hand and foot. whenever a cold wind blows in, they tremble and chatter their branches. sissy trees.
funny things about those trees of dr. gibbs’. adversity and deprivation seemed to benefit them in ways comfort and ease never could.every night before i go to bed, i check on my two sons. i stand over them and watch their little bodies, the rising and falling of life within. i often pray for them. mostly i pray that their lives will be easy. but lately i’ve been thinking that it’s time to change my prayer.this change has to do with the inevitability of cold winds that hit us at the core. i know my children are going to encounter hardship, and i’m praying they won’t be naive. there’s always a cold wind blowing somewhere.
so i’m changing my prayer. because life is tough, whether we want it to be or not. too many times we pray for ease, but that’s a prayer seldom met. what we need to do is pray for roots that reach deep into the eternal, so when the rains fall and the winds blow, we won’t be swept asunder.
The ancients cloud: read ten thousand volumes, the lower pen is like having god. I grew up reading, and I was the mentor of my life.
Once, when I am reading a book, fairy tale story deeply attracted me, so dad home I also didn't hear ring the doorbell, dad thought I didn't go home, hurry came close to going to the school to find me. Reading makes me crazy, and it makes me get into the habit of going to bed every day.
I've made a lot of jokes about reading books too!
Remember once came home from school, I just want to take the "treasure" in the books in the bookcase out of view, but my father stopped me and said: "after school, the first time to do the homework, finish to do other things!" I dare not go against the orders of "boss", so I have to do my homework. But I unwilling, bent on reading, hence I thought of a scheme to stay - dad, when I put the book hidden under operation, concentrate on doing his homework, after father left, I will take out your book, read with relish. I thought it would be stolen, but dad appeared chaos, was an unexpected turn, dad caught was scolded by the father, I never read a book like this, but I love reading habits remains.
I love reading, reading and I have the pleasure of walking in the sea.
According to the new oxford dictionary of english, frustration, by definition, means the feeling of being upset or annoyed, especially because of inability to change or achieve something. since frustration seems to be a negative feeling, some people may be tempted to think that frustration is bad for people. they believe that constant frustration may cause serious mental problems. people suffering from such psychological problems often resort to violence or suicide, which poses a big threat to the people around them and thus causes instability to the whole society.
others, however, hold a different view. they maintain that it is beneficial to people. it goes side by side with success. it inspires people to overcome hardships and difficulties and achieve the final success. people with this view even go so far as to say that no frustration, no success. indeed, we cannot always hope to embrace success and never accept failure. and most importantly, only if we learn from many a failure can we do things better and finally overcome such a bad feeling as frustration.
frustration thus is part of our life experience. in our process of growing up, we may inevitably experience it when confronted with situations that don’t come up to our expectations. it is a test of our courage when it befalls us. if we let it control us, we may fall into the abyss of being inflicted by serious psychological problems. but if we harness it and take it as our source of inspiration, we may ultimately enjoy the glory of success.
i'm the only child in my family， the apple of my parents' eyes. my mother and father take good care of my and give me a lot of support throughout my life.
my father is the manager of a company and my mother is a teacher. they are both well educated and do well in their jobs. they know that knowledge is power. father often communicates with foreign friends and is good at english. i can learn a lot from him， especially english. his oninion on education is as advanced as that of my mother's. they often give me advice on my studies but never interfere in them. they seldom force me to do what i don't like to. they permit me to have different opinions. if something is good for me， they will persuade me to do it as they want. many people of our age say that there is a generation gap between their parents and them. however， it doesn't exist between us.
my mother is a math teacher. she is very clever and good at teaching. she can work out a problem within 10 minutes which would cost me 2 hours. i envy and admire her. i want to be a math teacher like her.
i'm lucky to have such enlightened parents. i'm lucky to have been brought up in such a happy family.
When we are little, we are eager to grow up, so that we can break free of parental discipline even leave them far. Since we were a little child, we have to be governed by teachers in school and endure parent’s ramble at home. These are our growing pains.
Besides, study, friendship, sometimes campus romance may trouble us. However, as we grow up, we gradually find that things mentioned above are not pains at all. There are much more serious things brother us. For example, we may be less sensitive to the simple happiness and loss them gradually. It’s hard for us to laugh from our heart. Moreover, we are in the age that we are eager to grow up but afraid to grow up either. The ambivalence afflicts us a lot.
However, no matter what happens in our growth, they are parts of our lives. We must accept them actively and do not let the pains prevent us from happiness.
Children’s education has been concerned by the public all the time. As they are the future and will decide a country’s destiny, so the environment matters so much to them. Most parents expect the school can provide the children a good learning environment and ignore the importance of home education.
School provides the children a direct stage to receive education. In the school, the teachers pass knowledge and educate them the right value. The children know their task and as everybody around them focus the attention on study, so they are affected by each other and have the strong desire to learn.
Home education is easy to be ignored by most parents, they think it is the teachers’ duty to educate children. Actually, most criminal teenagers have family issues. Parents haven’t set good example for the kids. Sometimes they are even the trouble makers. Without love, teenagers won’t grow up as the strong people.
Both school and family environment are important for the children, and they need to be nurtured with the good examples and learn knowledge.
I've been grown up
When I helped my mom clean the room last night,she smiled and said,"you've grown up."
I've been grown up,haven't I?It's true that I can help my mom.On the one hand,I can get experience for doing housework.On the other hand,my mom can relax.So far,there has been white hair on her head.
It's true that I have become such a person that I do as many as possible to help my mom.
Suddenly look back, that we have already grew up, when the word, 18 has often hung in the mouth. Once upon a time, that is so sacred 18 years old, only know when we grow up, can fly. But now, when I really must face it, when suddenly feel a vague unprepared. I worry about whether oneself can fully understand 18 this ordinary digital contain rich connotations, but I understand, 18 means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility!High school years, we spent six years before the flowering, 17 in the rainy season. Once in the confusion, and in quiet sighed for yourself in confusion and calm, we grow up. Hence, began to use my own brain to think about everything around, perhaps this is shallow, but we should not blindly follow a group of pride, to the child with reason and mature farewell once young ignorant.18 is an end, is a start. At this moment, and lost, in pursuit of the conversion between, we feel happy, also experiencing pain. Almost all of the pain comes from the dream. When we tasted suffering to realize your dream, finally, it joy appreciate that: pain, often breeds happy seeds. This is not an easy growth, pain and sufferings, is not bad, we know that, when reality cannot change, we shall timely change, but we have always loved with real bargain, because we love the world, the happiness and warmth and love and pain of the world. In the process of growing up, we learned that you, for we cannot untie those small knot, we learned to smile, to appreciate beauty of it. Because we know that just graciously turned, can find new and beautiful scenery.Growth is a pain, but I don't want to let it leave scar. Growth is a metamorphosis, experienced hardships to break cocoon.In the growth of the road is often lonely, to learn in no one's time to give ourselves. Don't worry, fear brave, frankly, facing the growth of everything for yourself in the faith, encouragement, give yourself to yourself. In the growth of the journey, we need is calm, quiet, bravely facing.Standing on the threshold of the adult, the eyes of the young people are still may face. Young, bright eyes, revealed a cynical smile, lonely lurk gentle sadness. Maybe this is sad to grow, rejoice, frustrated with relief, noise with halcyon.Once the bitter memories of the day, in the picture, has a fragrance. Whenever night with lightsome pace shanshan, the flourishing and noisy, and gradually disappeared in the quiet night, I often into the boundless memory. In memory, the promise of desire and beautiful promises that grasping the persistence and unremitting efforts, the blade into my happiness, elaborate collect.Yes, the pain and growth record, grow under the engraved along the footprint, step by step, we become mature and future.