Growing up I

　　Growth in the us, suantiankula, walking on the growth of waterway, head of the sun shines we walk footsteps, of course, the sky is not always clear, rainy season to speaking with you.

　　Graduation season time, for me is black, immersed in the academic life, as if through a swamp is full of thorns, but the result is not necessarily, perhaps return is picturesque scenery, perhaps return is vastness. My days as the rainy season, endless.

　　The rain has been. I sit by the window alone to taste a cup of green tea, leisure in grade nervous learning. Pale green leaves in the bath of the drizzle outside the window more pure and fresh, full breath light rain in the air, everything is so beautiful. Only teenage years, I forget time, forget the energy, ran to the distant place, blindly seek that in mind, the sea, Facing the sea, I got a change of mind and also have the courage to face life in the future. Thought so hard I will have a good return, however, think again my exam achievement is not ideal, in the mood to a trough.

　　"Well, your test paper." Little busy sending paper handed me A picture with A fork fork test paper, and A look at the score on the exam paper, I heart cold. Look at other students happily, holding his own paper discussed at the scenery the answer, I only feel groggy. The teacher on the platform knocked on the table: "everyone get the papers? The exam is good, but some of my classmates......" The teacher no longer, the temperature dropped to zero, I only sleep around me I feel the teacher sweep me like a knife sharp eyes I hasten to bow their heads. Teacher cleared his throat: "well, this paper bring back for parents to sign, that school! By the way, I wish you all a happy National Day!"

　　Walk on the way home, I am no longer interested in the stalls snacks, also no longer to I like to read in the little house. I dragged the heavy legs like lead back to the home, don't turn on the light, don't put down the bag and threw himself out of bed. I don't understand, why is it so hard still no progress. Such a thought, I decided to give up. I would like to even anger: that piece of paper I don't sign, love how how!

　　This kind of mistake in now, I think I am wrong, and wrong. Carefully think, life is always in the face of setbacks, if so give up, stick to a wrong idea, that efforts are not wasted? Looked out the window again, still under the rain, and my heart has fallen in the haze, I decided to still trying, even if there is no progress.

　　At night, I give mother signed the papers, her frowning brows stretch opened, relieved to say: "I knew you would think, a test is nothing." I looked up in amazement, see is the mother's eyes, trust I also smiled.

　　Growth is a necessary journeyed, it is not only a process, also is the final destination. Those who experienced the hardships into strips, clear texture, how also not erase mark in our heart. Grow up is a don't need to explain the transformation, the transformation must break the happiness, experience pain, after given, in my mind to become as a teenager.

　　Walk on the growth of the channel, unavoidably experience setbacks, don't worry, some of the flowers have to wait for spring. If a circuit, there are stars. If there is disappointment, have hope in bloom. The evergreen tree of hope, the life experience is long cover is new, so life sublimation. Growing up along the way, students accompanied with parents and teachers, we are not alone. Although some flowers in the spring a bit late, but each a flower, it will blossom. Grow so it is...

　　初一:趙凱歌