中英文的都有:
小小少年，很少烦恼，无忧无虑乐陶陶……”每当听到三年级的小朋友唱起这首歌，心里总是酸溜溜的……
小时侯，我很想长大，因为长大了，就可以干许许多多自己想做的事情，不必背着妈妈的叨唠，爸爸的责备。
可是真正等到自己长大了，却出现了许许多多的烦恼。长大了，作业渐渐像小山似的多起来。放学后，我不敢去玩，去看自己喜爱的书，我怕自己的作业完成不了，我只能拼命让自己的笔在本子上蠕动着，等到华灯初上，我又骑着自行车狂奔在回家的路。课程也逐渐地繁重起来。每当晚上回家复习时，我望着一大堆的书 ，真不知该去复习哪一科，是语文？还是数学？还是地理？还是……
我多想有时间去玩会啊！去打打羽毛球，看会儿电视就恐怕成为了我最大的享受了吧。每当看见一大群小孩子们蹦蹦跳跳的样子，我就多想和他们打成一片啊！可玩着玩，我又想起了自己可怜的功课，结果又没心情去玩了。我多想再回到童年，丢掉那无尽的烦恼，再重新当一回无忧无虑的小孩
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昏暗的台灯下，我凝视着这一杯茶，沸水一次又一次的冲击，让我感到了茶的清香。那苦涩中略微含着的一点甘甜，也被我贪婪的嘴给霸占了，眼的朦胧，勾勒出朦胧的记忆，可记忆却已不再朦胧。
作业之多“难为”了嬉戏之少，老师之严肃“阻抑”了欢笑之渺，压力之沉重，“造就”了在梦幻中的我们——成长的烦恼。打开厚重的回忆之书，那思绪点点，也许是不倦回眸的一些往事。
“初”来乍到，一个脆弱的我，被“敌人”瞄准了“弱点”猛开了一炮，那个不堪一击的我，在“血”场上牺牲了，可一个“睡里挑灯看卷，梦回铃响背诗”的我又一次站了起来。那段岁月，正在黑暗中迷茫的我，学习之余，有时我也找一席尚未枯黄的草地，有时也会是书桌前、窗台边，看伫立在远处的一排排树正在拼搏，为的只是能发出最后的一丝艳绿。那些是什么树？我无从得知，可这又有什么关系呢？只要它们是树，就足够了。当我看着它们发呆时，心里就会思绪万千，当我的眼睛重新回到树的时候，心情豁然开朗，压力荡然无存，转而投身于繁忙的学习之中。
似乎茶的清香已弥漫了“世界”，我的心情也随之沸腾起来。
我的拼搏，战胜了烦恼，战胜了一切，让那似乎是最后一丝艳绿，同样放出等同于盛夏的光彩。“少年不知‘烦"滋味”，可在这“山重水复”的转弯处时，有谁要是放松下来，等待你的便是“沼泽千里，棘丛万丈”。反之，若要是拼搏和毅力，等待你的便是“柳暗花明，青山绿水”了。莫非你还真要让烦恼化作青烟一缕，缠绕你的灵魂，让你烦闷，让你苦恼吗？
若成长是一篇著作，那么烦恼便是藏在段落深处的错字；如果成长是一张白纸，那么烦恼便是附在背面的一个瑕疵。这些微小的东西似乎是似曾相识，似乎是一直打扰着我们，在成长的大自然中，过去那似微风抚面般的学习，现已被暴风雨般的学习和压力的进攻吹散在记忆的深处了。
双手已经感觉不到茶的温度了，弥漫在屋子里的清雾也悄然消失。更加用心地品味那“苦中有乐”的水，去品味成长的烦恼，“烦着烦着”，时光也“走着走着”，经历也“多着多着”，再一次去品味那茶，那“苦涩”似乎已随着温度、随着用心灵丈量的时间而荡然无存了……。
Little boy, little worry, worry-free ... ... Le Taotao "Every time the third grade to hear the children sing the song, was always sour ... ...
Xiao Shihou, I would like to grow up, grow up because you can do many things they want to, do not have to talk on and on the carrying mother, the father of the blame.
But when his real grown up, but there have been many troubles. Grown up, operating gradually as more and more like the hill. After school, I can not play, to see their favorite book, I would be afraid of their own work can be completed and the hard so I can only pen in his book on peristalsis, Huadengchushang wait, I rode a bike in the running to go home Way. Courses are also heavy up gradually. Every home in the evening review, I looked at a lot of books, I really do not know where to go Review Section, is the language? Or mathematics? Or geography? ... Or ...
I think there will be time to play ah! To play badminton, watch TV later on, I am afraid I have become the largest enjoyed it. Whenever I see a large group of kids who look like the bounce, I think they mix and ah! Can be played playing, I think of his poor schoolwork, the results do not have the heart to play. I would like to return to childhood, then throw away the endless troubles, and then back again when a carefree child
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Dim lamp, I looked at the cup of tea, boiling water again and again the impact, I feel the fragrance of tea. That bitter taste in his mouth a little bit of sweet, I was greedy to the occupation of the mouth, eyes dim and hazy outline of memory, no longer has hazy memory.
Operating as many as the "hard" to play a little, the teacher"s serious, "inhibition," the laughter of vague, heavy pressure, "created" in the dream of us - Growing Pains. Open the thick book of memories, thoughts that little bit of, perhaps some of the tireless Review of the past.
"Early" arrived at that time, I have a fragile, "the enemy" aimed at the "weaknesses" Meng opened a gun, that I would not withstand a single blow of the "blood" at the expense of the field, a "sleep, burning the midnight oil to see Volume, Bei Shi Meng Hui rang "I stood up again and again. During that time, is the dark I am puzzled, to learn, and sometimes I have yet to find a seat of the brown grass, is sometimes desk, side of the window to see in the distance standing in the rows of trees are fighting for the Only be able to issue a final trace of the Green-yan. What are those trees? I have no way of knowing that this could be what is the relationship? As long as they are trees enough. When I looked at them in a daze, the heart will be thousands of thoughts, when my eyes return to the tree, suddenly feeling the pressure gone, turn themselves into the busiest of the study.
It seems that tea has been filled with the fragrance of the "World", my heart also boiling up.
My struggle to overcome the troubles to overcome everything, so it seems to be the last trace of the Green-yan, also released in the summer of the same luster. "I do not know Junior "trouble" taste," in which "a heavy water Complex Hill," the corner, if anyone down to relax and wait for you is the "swamp thousands of miles, miles Cong spine." On the other hand, if it is perseverance and hard work, your wait is "a new vista, green mountains and blue waters." Could you really let the smoke plume into trouble, winding your soul, your bored, let it upset you?
If growth is a book, then the trouble is hidden in the depths of paragraphs misprint; if growth is a piece of blank paper, the worry is attached to the back of a flaw. These small things appear to be familiar, seems to always bother us, in the nature of the growth in the past, it may ask the breeze as the study area, the storm has been like learning the offensive pressure and disperse in the depths of memory.
His hands have been feeling less than the temperature of tea, filled the house in the fog-ching also quietly disappeared. More carefully to taste that "there is suffering in music," the water to taste Growing Pains, "the trouble with trouble," time "walked" experiences "with more and more" once again to taste it Tea, "bitter" seems to have with the temperature, measure souls with the use of time gone by ... ....嫌多的话自己摘抄
踏过如歌的花季，走过如诗的雨季，忽然发现岁月已经摇走了17个春秋，过去的欢笑和悲伤，都已悄然放在旧时的枕边。如今，曾经的琴棋书画、风花雪月已变成了柴米油盐般习以为常。作业之繁多控制了嬉戏之时；老师之严肃“阻抑”了欢笑之渺；压力之沉重，“造就”了我们成长中如影随形的烦恼。打开厚重的回忆之书，那思绪点点，也许是不倦回眸的一些往事。
期中考试，我以作文离题而忐忑不安。一瞬间，我所有的骄傲和自信都沉入了太平洋。坐在餐桌旁，看着妈妈脸上阴云密布，我的心一阵阵打颤，我知道这是暴风雨的前奏。“不在沉默中爆发，就在沉默中灭亡。”苦口婆心的“政治课”拉开了序幕：“你太让我……”
“咚咚咚……”上帝保佑，我的救星——老爸回来了。老爸一直都是以思想为教育前列，一般不会像妈妈那样令我有种莫名的恐惧。爸爸嬉皮笑脸地说：“怎么样，期中考圆了你的第一梦没？”“又是骄傲成这样，你问你的宝贝儿子！”妈妈一脸失望地说。“没关系，考试又不是人生，失败就是次挫折嘛。”“哼，老是这样，平常你也不理，现在呢……”不知道什么时候，妈妈学会了指桑骂槐。我的眼泪在眼眶里打转，都怪我不争气，连累了爸爸。可爸爸似乎没有领悟冷嘲热讽的内涵，继续他的“牛论”：“别听你妈的，考试算什么，自己心中有数就行了，你老是争第一就是带压力，你妈不信，下次你给她‘突变"一下。”妈妈一阵唉声叹气。不过我知道，妈妈也是一时半会的满脸怨气，时间一逝就心平气和了，我也就埋头钻进了书屋。
自然，成长的烦恼不是独自“进攻”，一来就是一群。又是一个阳光熹微的明媚早晨，我依然沉浸在我的美梦中，然而梦还没完，“长官”便如影随形地吼起高八度：“快起来，书法要来不及了。”没有办法，只有起床啰。自从前几年练起书法，就有种莫名的拘束感，朋友在外驰骋，而我却是笼中之鸟。我知道父母是为我着想，多一门“手艺”，长大就多一份希望，但心里总不是滋味。没办法，收拾了“家伙”就匆匆赶到“前线”，两小时的练习就此开始。刚煎熬完书法，下午又是英语的天地。匆匆赶完午饭，英语时刻又悄然来临。
虽从哇哇坠地到现在殷殷少年，我一直沉浸在欢乐的海洋中，然而成长的日益增长，烦恼不尽而来，压力也从此日益沉重，偶尔的松懈便有如释重负的悦感。若成长是一篇著作，那么烦恼便是藏在段落深处的错字；如果成长是一张白纸，那么烦恼便是附在背面的一个瑕疵；成长是取舍，而烦恼就是舍中之取。
Ta Guo Song of the season, poetically through the rainy season, has suddenly found time shaking away the Spring and Autumn, 17, of laughter and sadness in the past, have been quietly on the old pillow. Today, Qin Qi"s painting was, has become a romantic Chaimiyouyan used to like. Operating range of control when the play; teacher"s serious, "inhibition" of laughter vague; heavy pressure, "created" hand in hand in the growth of our troubles. Open the thick book of memories, thoughts that little bit of, perhaps some of the tireless Review of the past.
Mid-term exam, I digress composition and uneasy. The blink of an eye, all my pride and self-confidence are the sink into the Pacific Ocean.坐在餐桌旁, looked at her mother"s face covered with dark clouds, waves Dachan my heart, I know that this is a prelude to the storm. "Silence is not in the outbreak, in the silence of extinction." Earnestly "political class" started: "You let me too ... ..."
"Dong Dongdong ... ..." God, my savior - father back. Dad has always been in the forefront of the ideological education for the general mother did not like so I have a nameless fear. Xipixiaolian father: "how kind, a round of the midterm of your dreams did I?" "Is proud to be so, you ask your baby son!" Her mother said with a look of disappointment. "It does not matter, the examination is not life, is the failure of frustration at them." "Well, always the case, you would not normally grounds, it is now ... ..." I do not know when, my mother learned to make oblique accusations. Tears in my eyes around, I do not blame live up to our expectations, the implication of the father. Dad can not seem to understand the connotations of cynicism, to continue his "cattle": "Do not listen to your mother, What kind of examination that he had a pretty good idea on the line, you always fight is the first to bring pressure on the mother you do not believe that the next Time you give her a "mutation" look. "Moan and groan a mother. But I know that the mother also will be 1:30 the face of grievances, the time passed away on a calm, and I buried it into the House.
Naturally, Growing Pains is not alone "offensive" to a group that is. Is a bright sunny morning of Xi Wei, I am still immersed in my dream, the dream does not end there, however, the "Executive" will be hand in hand to roar from high-octave: "fast, calligraphy to be too late." Not only to get up Hello. Since a few years ago, practicing calligraphy, have a nameless sense of restraint, he said outside a friend, and I was Longzhongzhiniao. I know my parents think, more than a "craft", grew up on more than a hope, but the overall feel bad. No way, to clean up the "guy" rushed "front line", a two-hour practice to start on this. Suffering has just finished calligraphy, the afternoon is the English world. Lunch rush hurriedly finished, the arrival of English at all times and quietly.
Although the girls fell onto the ground from the wah-wah to the present juvenile hopes, I have been immersed in the joy of the ocean, but the growth of the growing troubles are not from pressure from increasingly heavy, occasionally let"s have a sense of relief of Yue. If growth is a book, then the trouble is hidden in the depths of paragraphs misprint; if growth is a piece of blank paper, the worry is attached to the back of a flaw; growth is a trade-off, and the trouble is in the care of the check.
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