What does bitter tea mean?

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. How to write a good composition? The following are eight essays on the growth of senior one that I have compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Senior one growth composition 1 reading is enough to make people happy, colorful and brilliant.

Reading a good book is like talking to a bosom friend. Reading space does not need to be gorgeous and elegant, as long as it is comfortable and peaceful. It is the silent friend of the book that makes me understand that reading makes me gain more knowledge and enrich myself constantly.

Now, I like reading books in my spare time. Not for the Golden House, not for Yan Ruyu, not for a thousand millet, not for the honor of that paper, just for reading. Reading has become an indispensable part of life. Whether sitting or lying down, if there is no book as a companion, you will be at a loss and uneasy.

I like the dead of night best, only a desk lamp, trudging in the sea of books. If it is still raining outside the window, it is a good time to study. When all is silent, it is easy to enter the realm of books by dim light and listening to the sound of rain. You can swim up and down in the world of books without any obstacles, read San Mao's free and easy life, read Zhu Ziqing's deep fatherly love, read Lu Xun's iron bones ... You can also gallop freely in the book, follow Lu Xun to watch social dramas, follow Robinson to sail and sail into the ordinary world, and even "float" to witness Scarlett's elegance, a gone with the wind beauty. In the book, the exchange of spiritual objects and ideas is realized, sometimes awakening and sometimes being born. That kind of profound experience, like a wisp of fragrance sent to you by an empty valley and a secluded orchid, comes back and forth endlessly.

A good book in hand, I will unconsciously be attracted by it, it is difficult to give up, so I concentrate on reading it. When you turn pages, this book will seep into your skin, flowing and rushing with your blood. It's hard to understand, but you can enjoy it.

Reading needs leisure, leisure, leisure. If you are busy and upset, you can't read. What an elegant life it is to watch the ancients singing by the Zehe River, playing the piano under the moon and studying undisturbed under the pine trees ... However, this life has gone away with old friends. Therefore, in the real society, as long as you have an elegant and broad-minded heart, you can take time off from work, instead of waiting for a lot of time to appreciate the fun of reading. As long as you take a break, you can still appreciate the profound meaning of this book. Once you step into the heart of a book, that kind of tranquility is also endless, and only readers can appreciate the ups and downs with the book.

In the book, I can appreciate the lofty artistic conception of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later"; In the book, I gained the confidence that I was born with, especially the general taste in my heart. In the book, Robinson Crusoe taught me to be a strong man in life and face life with a smile; "Bitter cauliflower" taught me to cherish today's happy life ... when I study, I can put aside my troubles; When I am studying, I have a quiet mind. I can recite a few words with Li Bai, "Don't look at how the Yellow River water moves into the sea and never comes back", or I can recite a few words "I'm worried if I'm broken."

What is bliss? So is reading. In the vast sea of people, the bustling crowd is chasing for secular interests. Only books, only good books, are the pure land of one party and the paradise for one party to fly their souls.

Reading makes words have eternal value, which is more ethereal than images, clearer than memory and deeper than meditation. It puts you on the shoulders of giants and puts you above the minds of great men. Reading is an important way for people to socialize, turning natural people into social people. Most of what we know about the world, life and society comes from reading.

Reading cannot change the length of life, but it can change the width and thickness of life. Through reading, you can see the whole world, think about the ages, talk to the wise and talk to the great. What a happy thing it is for a person with limited life.

The significance of reading is that it establishes a world of spiritual life on the level beyond secular life. A person's reading history is his spiritual development history. Reading makes people transcend animality and not become moving puppets and walking dead. Stopping reading means cutting off communication with the world and soul, and life has entered an infinite cycle. It can be said that reading saved us.

We can't change the starting point of life, but we can change the end point of life by reading.

I tossed and turned in silence and loneliness, but in the end I couldn't get out of that deep pool. What attracted me at first was the simplicity at the beginning. Whether I lost to maturity or innocence, I really dare not jump to conclusions. I'm just afraid that this little answer will make me struggle with more dreams.

I am still me, smiling, sobbing, sneering and sneering, but I seldom show my true self again, because I know that some things will not be needed after all, but camouflage is necessary for the simple reason that what I see through at a glance is the real scum. We are moving towards maturity, rugged, a default road, but there is no end. We are used to smiling and being polite, but in the end we dare not cry.

When you can't stand it, lie down. The greater the pressure area, the less the pressure will be, and the less the pressure will be to lie to yourself, but at the same time, you will give more people the opportunity to look down on you. You said with a smile, I don't care, but I can't find my original happiness anymore. Looking at the sky blankly, you say that raindrops fall because the sky can't bear his quality, and you say that tear drops is because the mind can't bear his quality. Now, the initial insistence has also fallen. Who can't stand it this time?

I will always have self-knowledge, not mine, and I will not pursue it, because I am afraid that my heart will be tired if I pursue it for a long time. All I care about is constant companionship, courage and self. It's just that I've referred to myself countless times, and I don't know how stupid I am until I look back. Once I couldn't stand the indifference of others, but now I can't find myself in the eyes of others. I used to treat everyone in my life seriously, even passers-by Now, I will only leave one sentence, if you leave me, I will cherish you.

I cried and laughed when I was a child. Grown up, laughed and cried. However, when I cry, I often look up and find that the whole world is changing from fuzzy to clear.

If the oath is too false, it becomes a lie, and if the lie is too false, it becomes a joke. So sometimes, I don't say things like promises and vows. I always say that time is ruthless and everything will change, including myself. I'm not just saying. Along the way, time has defeated how much innocence, robbed how much laughter and lost how much once. Everyone knows that what is left is the best, so how can we stop the lost years? So I dare not make a promise easily. I don't have the courage to watch time polish the disk of life. I'm even more afraid that I can't keep it, so I just say it lightly. In my opinion, it's better than an unintentional oath.

Some people say that there is a taste of bitter tea; There is a smell, called love with people you don't love. I said, there is a taste, called the taste of growth.

The taste of growing up is like the taste of life. It's the five-flavored bottle that was knocked over in the kitchen. There are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, which are the epitome of life.

Acid, the taste of growth is sour.

Everyone has accepted it when they grow up. For example, when criticized by the teacher; When being bullied by others; When I feel wronged, a sour energy gushes from my heart. Tears will unconsciously "pattering" from the eyes. When I was a child, I was wronged, and there was always someone to rely on. I went to my parents to coquetry or pour out my grievances. However, when I grew up and became sensible, I gradually learned to bear it and face it myself. When I grow up, the acid grows up, and it is no longer sad, as if it is far away from us.

Bitterness, the taste of growth

Just like hot coffee, when you drink it in your mouth and swallow it, bitterness will flow into your heart from the tip of your tongue and then spread to the depths of your heart. That kind of taste is really like today's day: although bitter, you have tasted life all over, savoring all kinds of life in your bitter study career and looking for future dreams! What really makes me feel that these two things have something in common is that coffee is cooked with heart, and a good mood will ripple in my heart; Learn with your heart, feel with your heart, feel with your heart, communicate with your heart, and flowers will bloom on the muddy road!

Some people say that the taste of Xiaoshengchu is fried peanuts: dark and bitter! Many students standing on the train to junior high school always exaggerate their pain. Why don't they think they can get exercise in hard life and mature as soon as possible? Lost innocence can't come back, and gained maturity can't be waved away. The trajectory of primary school life is so clear and marked!

Perhaps the days in primary school are bitter, salty and rebellious, but all these can't stop our trek. We are full of dreams and passions, and the flame of inner desire for success is burning. The most effective way to break through the encirclement at the last minute is to fight hard. Facing the third grade, we can only feel the most pleasant pleasure if we fight in the forefront!

Spicy is the most unbearable taste since childhood. When you are happy, if there is one thing that makes you sad immediately, it is spicy. In everyone's growth, there will always be some terrible things, such as the departure of relatives, the departure of friends because of misunderstanding, and the avoidance of classmates because of contempt, which will burn people's hearts. Who can stand this kind of suffering? However, when a person grows up, he must face and overcome these difficulties and restore his mentality to the previous state.

Sweet, the taste of growth is sweet.

This is the smell that everyone likes when they grow up. The joy of success, the joy of victory, and the joy of victory are all sweetness in growth. When I was a child, I always thought that having parents' love was happiness and sweetness, but when I grew up, I realized that sweetness also had its own contribution, not just the contribution of others. Therefore, the sweetness of growing up is more desirable, while the sweetness of childhood is unforgettable.

Sunshine is always after the storm: how can you see the rainbow without experiencing the storm? Only then did I deeply understand the meaning of these words. These words come out of my mouth at the moment, and there is no smell of standing and talking at all. After experiencing spicy, sour, salty and bitter, I tasted the last taste-sweet, sweeter than honey. Perhaps this is the true and most essential taste of growth-sweetness.

When you grow up, there are sour and sweet, bitter and spicy, but only when you grow up can you truly appreciate the help and understanding of these ups and downs. Only then can we know whether we have grown up or not. ...

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Every book on the shelf is my growing footprint.

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Last week, I visited the Book City. When I came out, I had a copy of Bi Shumin's Female Psychologist and a book of Yu Guangzhong's poems. Take them to see an old classmate who seems to be scared by these two books. He took a book of poetry and studied it repeatedly to make sure the book was true. He kept saying, "honey, is this really a collection of poems?" Is this collection of poems true? It won't be a romance novel in disguise, will it? " I listened to a big sweat: "What? I'm not allowed to read poetry? " The old classmate said affirmatively, "In the past, you would never read such a literary book unless you paid me back. You only see romance novels. "

This answer really surprised me. I haven't read romance novels. After the date, I hurried home and rummaged through all the books and spilled them all over the floor.

This is the epitome of my 17 years of life, including children's literacy cards, childhood fairy tales and fairy tales, several famous books, comics, a bunch of fortune-telling magazines, some science fiction novels and biographies, as well as romance novels, picture books, magazines purchased regularly every month and some famous books. I am willing to buy it and want to read it carefully.

You see, the footprints of growth are so clearly spread out in front of me.

There are two complete works of Andersen's fairy tales, one of which was bought by my mother, and there is no front cover and back cover. I still remember that my mother wanted to buy some books at random, but there were many illustrated fairy tale picture books for me to cure my noisy temper. Later, she saw me reading books quickly and frequently. For economic reasons, she bought The Complete Works of Andersen's Fairy Tales, a fairy tale master with more words and fewer illustrations. There is also a much more exquisite and large one, with a gray hardcover cover and famous illustrations, which is exclusively authorized by the Danish Andersen Association. Exquisite binding and typesetting are pleasing to the eye. This is a birthday present from my primary school classmates. I think the reason why he sent this book is probably because I force him to read Andersen's fairy tales by violence every day.

Now think about it, it was really stupid and naive at that time. I forced him to watch violently. After chewing, swallowing and excreting, how much nutrition can he have left in his mind? I made great progress in adolescence. When I recommend a good book to others, I will seriously introduce the content and my feedback to them. At that time, I read a lot of romance novels, science fiction novels and comics that I now think are worthless, but they also enriched my imagination and literary cavity (although my classmates agreed that they were all sour water).

Romance science fiction is interesting now, but it is decreasing day by day; Fairy tales and picture books are spiritual food before going to bed, enriching my dreams and inspiring my life sentiment; Poetry is a book a day, which gradually melts into my body and changes me bit by bit; Celebrities are a big meal once every two months, which edifies my sentiment and teaches me to live.

Sitting on the floor, chin cupped, eyes and eyebrows laughing. I think I'm growing up, and I've learned something good for myself, and I've learned to distinguish between good and evil, beauty and ugliness. These books in front of me taught me a lot.

On the way of growing up, I am glad that I have books all the way.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is still warm. Look at the new female psychologist. I can't wait to know what Bi Shumin wants to tell me this time.

Standing on the tail of the sixth grade, suddenly looking back, I saw that there were warm sunshine and overcast clouds on the road of growth; There are persistent dreams and insurmountable roadblocks; There is a lamp guarded by your parents, a bridge built by your teacher, a section of road accompanied by your friends, and an encouraging smile from passers-by. ...

On the way of growing up, I overcame myself and regained my confidence. When I was a child, I was like a flower in a greenhouse, relying on my parents for everything. I was timid and shy at that time. I remember that in the middle class of kindergarten, the teacher asked us to introduce ourselves, and it was my turn. In fact, I have long thought about how to say it, but I am embarrassed to say it in front of everyone. I can only prevaricate and hurry back to my seat. After school, I told my mother about it, and my mother encouraged me to try again on Monday. The following Saturday and Sunday, I practiced loudly in front of the mirror.

Finally, on Monday, I walked into the middle of the classroom in fear and trembling, afraid to look at everyone, just staring at the back of the classroom, "Hello everyone!" "I said the first sentence loudly, and both teachers and classmates looked at me with a smile. At this time, I suddenly felt very confident and introduced myself endlessly. That was the first time I spoke loudly in front of so many people! I made it! After primary school, Teacher Yang encouraged me, gave me confidence and created opportunities to exercise me. Now I am more and more confident in speaking in front of everyone.

On the way of growing up, I also have my persistent pursuit. I have been practicing Taekwondo since I was six years old. At that time, I set a goal in my mind that I must practice above the black belt. Gradually, my friends who practiced boxing with me gave up for various reasons. Only I work tirelessly, no matter how busy I study. Now, I am a red and black belt, and I am only one step away from my goal.

On the way of growing up, I learned to be strong. One afternoon in the fourth grade, I fell heavily in front of Building 27. My right side is badly bruised, and half my face is covered with blood. I almost hurt my right eye, and blood ran down my face. I endured the pain with tears in my eyes and said nothing. At this moment, I grew up and learned to be strong.

I am about to enter junior high school and become a teenager. The road to growth in the future is still very long, and there are all kinds of unpredictable difficulties waiting for me. I must learn to think independently, face bravely, and take every step of my growth path firmly.

We have grown from a crying child to a sensible and intelligent student. In the process of our growth, we experienced success, failure and joy. This experience is just a story, which adds a brilliant stroke to our life.

That was a story not long ago. One day, the teacher said that there was a competition, and each class sent the strongest players. My classmates strongly recommended me, and I was a little carried away. On the recommendation of teachers and classmates, I was elected as the class representative to participate in the competition. These days, my classmates know that I want to take part in the competition, and lend me books one after another, patting me on the shoulder and saying hopefully, "You must refuel!" " Our hopes are pinned on you. "

"I will try my best." I answered with a smile. Teachers often comment on and revise mine. Looking at the expectations of teachers and classmates, I am more motivated. I work hard every day to get a good ranking and win glory for my class. I don't want my classmates' expectations to fade.

A few days before the game, I was both excited and nervous. I am afraid that I will disappoint my teachers and classmates if I lose the election, and I have no face to face them. This idea is like a stone, and it has been pressed in my heart. However, this kind of worry is not superfluous. I lost the election! I walked on the road, my eyes glazed over and my mouth twitched involuntarily. I seem to be laughing at myself. In my mind, my classmates' trusting eyes, teachers' expecting smiles and their encouraging words echoed in my ears for a long time. But I let their expectations go up in smoke and disappear with my failure.

Unconsciously, I walked into a forest. At this moment, there was a clear birdsong not far away. When I heard the news, I saw a fragile bird lying on the ground, as if trying to fly high, but lost strength and couldn't get up. I want to help it. When it saw me, it seemed a little scared. Its black eyes kept turning, so I had to hide behind a tree to observe its movement. The bird flapped its wings hard, wobbled in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. It persisted and finally flew into the blue sky after three test flights. I was shocked by this scene. I have experienced it many times in my life. It doesn't matter if I fail. As long as you stand up from where you fell and try again and again, you will succeed.

Growth is a process of tempering. Without failure, there will be no success. No pains, no gains. You are a seedling, and when you grow up, you will become a towering tree. We should face up to the little things of growth correctly and be a successful person!

It's good to have you, just like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warming my heart; It's good to have you, just like a crystal dew in the twilight, nourishing my inner dryness; It's good to have you, just like the first spring in my life, irrigating my dreams. It's good to have you!

From babbling to toddler, from ignorance to self-reliance, you have taught me too much. When I was a child, you just helped me block all the shields and all the difficulties. When you grow up, you become a strict mother and give up in despair, leaving me alone to overcome all kinds of setbacks on the road to growth. I have been confused and rebellious, and I will have a cold war with you and quarrel with you, but you can always patiently enlighten me, as if at that moment, I was not a mother and daughter, but a friend who could talk to you. When I was in junior high school, I was always playful and didn't pay attention to my study. You are anxious and want to calm down and talk to me, but I am always absent-minded and turn a blind eye to your anxiety and concern. Now I know that it is very naive and immature. What really made me grow up was the senior high school entrance examination that experienced depression and crying.

On the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, I was not as urgent and nervous as I thought. On the contrary, I am more relaxed than before. Look in your eyes and worry in your heart. To this end, you specially ask for leave to accompany the exam. From getting up in the morning, to taking a lunch break at noon, and then reviewing and sleeping at night, you have been with me. During the exam, you wait outside for half a day. I know what you did for me.

However, the results of the examination are not satisfactory. The night I found the score, I felt very tormented and blamed myself. I feel sorry that you wasted three years on me. Although you didn't scold me, my heart is worse than yours.

Now entering high school, I am more mature, more advanced, and have goals that I didn't have before. Fortunately, with you, I have overcome the difficulties of life. Fortunately, with you, I can change my previous immaturity and become mature.

Motherly love is a kite in trouble. When I am depressed, the elegant melody floats, and my eyes turn green immediately. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead decoration and leave it fresh and natural.

It's good to have you, guiding my life like a mentor and covering my difficulties. It's good to have you!

Gratitude comes from the heart. As the saying goes, "A drop of water is the reward of the spring", not to mention that our relatives, teachers, friends and classmates have paid us not only a drop of water, but the sea of Wang Yang. Should we be grateful for their generous efforts? I've been thinking about this problem. After all, my growth is inseparable from the help of teachers, parents, friends and classmates. They have helped me a lot, and I don't know how to thank and repay them.

My six-year primary school life has always come with the encouragement of teachers and the support of classmates. I remember when I was in the third grade, I became the monitor again. Although the classmates are still around, because they have been together for three years, everyone has become very familiar and has no concern. Some students are even out of the control of class cadres. At that time, I just had a new head teacher, which made me feel at a loss-because I had neither prestige nor "backing" to help. I once thought about seeking the help of the class teacher, but I didn't know how to communicate with the teacher and chickened out.

However, just when I was at a loss, the class teacher found me. She shines on me like a star in the dark night sky, guiding me and giving me new hope. She used her own experience to teach me how to manage the class, how to help the teacher finish all the work, and how to get along well with the students. What the teacher said to me was like a key, which opened the door to a new world for me. After that conversation, the teachers will help me as much as possible. The teacher cares so much about me, but I don't know how to thank the teacher for his help and kindness. I think only by studying hard, rewarding teachers with excellent results and winning glory for the class can my heart be freed and I will not live up to the teacher's training.

Now I am a junior high school student, but during the military training, my heart is so reluctant to leave my family and walk into the campus of junior high school!

When I first started military training, I was homesick, because it was the first time I left my family alone, and I was always a little uneasy. However, when I feel homesick, my classmates will come to comfort me and my tutor will encourage me. Makes me feel less lonely. This kind of help also enhanced my confidence. I will do my best to help them. Only in this way can I express my gratitude to them.

Gratitude is meaningful. Look at all the people around you with a grateful heart. Be grateful to those who have hurt you and let them hone your will. Be grateful to those who encourage you, because they make you full of confidence; Be grateful to those who don't give you enough food and clothing; Be grateful to those who help you, they give you the hope of rebirth; Be grateful to those who laugh at you, because they arouse your self-esteem.

Learning to be grateful will broaden our minds and make our lives happier!