高中英語作文：成長的足跡

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Growth is a road, it can lead your childish to mature; grow is a road, it can lead the innocent to sleep; grow is a road, it can experience the storm, you can see the rainbow; growth is a road, feel sad, there will be happiness. Growth is a responsibility and a relaxed; growth is a pain, but it is also a kind of happiness.

I feel my growth, let me learn consideration and gratitude, tolerance and care. This is my growth. I always thought that Mom and Dad were too busy. I can't accompanied me to go home. I can't accompany me. I don't care about me ... But after I experienced my never forget, I learned to grow up. Harvest a lot.

That is the usual day, the little rain of the dragonfly is on the eaves, makes a crisp, compiled a rainy, echoing in the sky. I came out from the school and looked at the black color in the sky, as if it was my face. If I have no unpaged umbrella, I dropped on an umbrella with a raindrops and splashing transparent water. I stepped on the snow on the ground, and I made a "cheap" sound in my feet, adding new notes to the small songs of the rain. It is the day of the twelfth lunar month, and the cold wind is blowing, and the trees are frozen. My heart is like this cold and ruthless winter, frozen as a piece of ice. I contracted the stiff neck, and immediately accelerated the footsteps and ran back home. Suddenly, I found that the security guard at the door hopes me, picking up the phone next to him, and other people. I hurriedly found a hidden but I heard the voice of the voice, I heard the ear quietly: "Hey, she came back. Well, I loved her in." Suddenly, I vaguely heard the phone.

Tired sound is Dad. I was hot, and I hangled my father anxiously asked my situation. I seem to see my father's kind face, filled with traces of the years, but still smile amaper. My tears came out, I was like a broken arrow, rushed to my home. I sat quietly in the cold and clear home, and a drip of tears was hit on the ground, and it was an infinite embarrassment. Kingling Bell - The phone rang, I hurried to the phone, the phone came from my mother's weak voice, she was warm against me. I gently put down the phone in my hand, and my tears came out again, and my heart was like a knife. Is this growing? Is this the pain of growth? I asked myself over and over again, crying over the earth, until the eyes became two red "balls", I stopped my cry. The door opened, Mom and Dad came back, I pounce, gave them a big hug.

I saw a happy smile on their face. Mom said: "Our son grew up!" I quietly said to myself, maybe, this is growing! " The growth of growth is endless, the growth of the song is sweet, the cost of growth is painful. I learned a consideration and care in the warm father's love and mother love, I learned tolerance in pain. I grow up step by step and more mature in the experience.