成长的烦恼英语作文

成长的烦恼英语作文 Growing Pains In Memory of the Past Days Looking into the mirror, the man there is no longer that little boy singing and laughing all day long with his treasured toys. Instead, there stand a man who is legally an adult, though he is still immature and sentimental. People say youth is the most precious and the most brilliant in our long period of life, and I agree with it. We are strong in body, quick in mind, we are always full of passion, energetic and high spirited. Youth is the sun in the morning and the rainbow in the sky. We have grown up, suddenly. Looking back of the old days, it seems being a college student can be so cool and so pleasing, no more homework waste your time, no more criticism spoil your mood, no more ignore let you down. We can find our own way and go on it without interference, we can do whatever we want and achieve whatever we have dreamt. But gone with it, are our indelible years, sweet and sour, worth remembering and unforgettable. Still remember the days when dad, mom and I sit around the table, talking about all kinds of things, about happiness and sorrows, about dream and wishes. Every time I am happy and excited, there are mom and dad with whom I can share the joy. Every time I am upset and distressed, there are mom and dad who smile at me and fuel me the power to go forward. Every time I achieve my little suess, its them who encourage me and tell me “carry on”. Every time I put my foot wrong, its them who pull me back and guide me the right way. Still remember the days being crazy with best friend, chasing around on the playground, skipping class to a long waited movie, playing an innocent prank on someone the simple, pure and treasured friendship started to grow in that infancy heart. Still remember giving the gift to that girl I love. Though dont know what love is and means. Its like magic which attract you and let you forget all the sorrows and sadness. Seeing her smile became the best time life cant be replaced. Days are gone. No more stupid, no more spoil, no more kidding, its our turn to strive and fight for our dream. Little bit perplexed, little bit nervous and little bit excited, not sure what life is in store of me, but not afraid, not regret, not sad. I will keep going and never give up. Growing Pains In Memory of the Past Days Looking into the mirror, the man there is no longer that little boy singing and laughing all day long with his treasured toys. Instead, there stand a man who is legally an adult, though he is still immature and sentimental. People say youth is the most precious and the most brilliant in our long period of life, and I agree with it. We are strong in body, quick in mind, we are always full of passion, energetic and high spirited. Youth is the sun in the morning and the rainbow in the sky. We have grown up, suddenly. Looking back of the old days, it seems being a college student can be so cool and so pleasing, no more homework waste your time, no more criticism spoil your mood, no more ignore let you down. We can find our own way and go on it without interference, we can do whatever we want and achieve whatever we have dreamt. But gone with it, are our indelible years, sweet and sour, worth remembering and unforgettable. Still remember the days when dad, mom and I sit around the table, talking about all kinds of things, about happiness and sorrows, about dream and wishes. Every time I am happy and excited, there are mom and dad with whom I can share the joy. Every time I am upset and distressed, there are mom and dad who smile at me and fuel me the power to go forward. Every time I achieve my little suess, its them who encourage me and tell me “carry on”. Every time I put my foot wrong, its them who pull me back and guide me the right way. Still remember the days being crazy with best friend, chasing around on the playground, skipping class to a long waited movie, playing an innocent prank on someone the simple, pure and treasured friendship started to grow in that infancy heart. Still remember giving the gift to that girl I love. Though dont know what love is and means. Its like magic which attract you and let you forget all the sorrows and sadness. Seeing her smile became the best time life cant be replaced. Days are gone. No more stupid, no more spoil, no more kidding, its our turn to strive and fight for our dream. Little bit perplexed, little bit nervous and little bit excited, not sure what life is in store of me, but not afraid, not regret, not sad. I will keep going and never give up. 成长的烦恼 自从我开始上学。不必说那么重的书包，也不必说那被称为“含 金量”较高的书。就光是父母的唠叨和他们的压迫就已经够我烦几个月了。越长大。烦恼越来越沉重，直压得喘不过气来。 时间一点一滴悄悄地溜过，转眼间，六年的小学生活已成为 了回忆，踏入了一个崭新的中学时代，然而烦恼已经临近，一块块地向我冲来了。 那天我刚放学，恰好作业已被我在做完了，本想轻轻松 松的坐在沙发上打开电视放松一下紧张疲惫的身体。还没等我坐下，“机关枪”就瞄准我开始对着我“开枪”了：“还不赶快去复习，都初中生了，还不自觉去学习，还有闲功夫一个人在这悠闲的看电视！”这时的我，只好负着“重伤”回到自己房里埋头葬在书海里。为什么家长不能体会一下现在孩子们的心情？只会动不动就骂，甚至?哎！没办法，和妈妈抗衡简直就是自讨苦吃，那又是何苦呢？还不如看下书? 还有一次更惨：那天家庭作业又多，一回来就回到自己房里 埋头当起一个小抄写工，刚坐下来。“快下来。”妈妈大声喊到，“刘熠，看妈妈给你买了什么好东西！我惊喜地跑到楼下，心想还以为是妈妈给我买了我最欢的玻璃杯呢！我过去一看，都是一些书和一些数学练习。谁知?哎！妈妈轻声告诉我：“看你都上中学了，多买几本作文书给你看也好，可以多让你学点，那些数学书都是质量很好的，里面内容都写得很详细，要不你每天就多 看些和?”我打断妈妈的话语大声说：“你知不知道，我现在作业都很多，而且还有老师布置的的任务，从小到大我总是随着你们大人的意愿做事，大部分时间已经放在了学习上，又要完成很多的作业，玩的时间几乎没有。放了假，又让我学这个，学那个，我的脑子都快炸了，难道我真的应该像个“机器人”一样一天到晚有做不玩的事吗？”妈妈和刚才似乎变了一个人大声说：“我现在跟你买这些，都不是为你们以后的前途着想，都不是为了你好吗？”我的 “火”腾地上来反驳到：“难道大人们都要以这种的方式来爱自己的孩子么，以为读读死书就算了吗？我们每天5点40起来，那么早跑去学校我们难道不累吗？还有这么多的作业，我的痛苦又有谁了解呢？你们就知道读书读书。有没有为孩子们着想他们到底有没有自由。”“嘿，我辛苦了这多年，都不是为你好，你们么样都不了解父母呢？”妈妈严厉地说。“像那些只知道读死书的，那不是他们自愿的，都是像你们这些父母逼的，有的高中生甚至为爸爸妈妈逼自己上学的事情都走上了自己不愿看到的一条决路。这不是别的，都是你们大人逼成这个样子的。”我边啜泣边大声说?最后的舌战中妈妈被我气得走进了自己的房 间。我自己也吵累了，有跑到自己房里做起作业来，当作什么事情都没发生过的样子，表面我什么事都没有，其实我的心里却非常难过：纵使妈妈再怎样我也不应该用这样的口气去和妈妈说话。但是他们的这种“家长作风”都让人受不了的。为什么大人们都要把我们自己的理想扼在摇篮里呢？我真想? 也许妈妈是对的，是我这些学习太紧张才会导致我会变成这 样，不管怎么我都不能用这种态度来对待养我多年的母亲。哎！还是想怎么去和妈妈道歉吧！ 有人说，成长是一串快乐的音符，可是为什么我却找不到快 乐的感觉，寻不到快乐的节奏，没有自由也没有幸福，我真的好烦恼 成长的烦恼 成长烦恼并快乐着，而更多的是被烦恼的矛盾所包围。 对于一个快要成为花季少女的女孩来说，应该是天真烂漫，充满快乐。然而我却在为一个双面的我烦恼着。 在家里，我要充当乖乖女的角色，只有在外面没有妈妈在 的地方，才是真正展现自我的天地。我已经长大了，骨子里已经萌发出一种叫做活力的东西，本应有的活力却被妈妈压迫得不敢透露出来。这个双面的我，使我困惑，我无时不刻不想重新审视自己，做回自己；而妈妈却一直在为有我这样一个女儿而感到自豪。可是，在我心中却有难以言语的悲哀? 每次出门之前，妈妈总要唠叨一番：女孩子坐要有个坐样， 站要有个站样，不能大声笑，见到熟人要问好?其实这一切，我已经听得滚瓜烂熟，差点就可倒背如流了，妈妈只不过是“例行公事”，重复一遍罢了。可是这些在我看来，是在我真实的外表披上一层虚伪的外套。只有在外边。没有妈妈的约束，我才能和 同学们大声地笑，尽情地舞，随心所欲地唱?无拘无束地享受着成长的欢乐。尽管街上路人看见了都感叹我们这些少年太疯狂，没规矩。可是这些并不能阻挡我们，我们依旧进行着我们的欢乐。 我是一个什么样的我：妈妈的乖乖女？活力的青少年？还 是路人眼中的疯狂少女？不，我就是我，我不必掩饰我自己，我是一个活力的青少年。我不再受大人控制了，我长大了。以后，不，从现在开始，在家里，我文静但不死板；在外面，我活力但不疯狂。这又是一个双面的我，可是，我爱这个我，这个双面的我。 成长的脚步离不开烦恼，我成长着，感受着成长，享受着 快乐，也享受着烦恼！ 成长的烦恼 成长，就好比我人生中的一艘小