成长二三事

小时候，总是瞪大眼睛问天空：我什么时候才能长大。到现在，看到秋风吹落的树叶纷纷扬扬地落下，我想，心也跟着年龄一起成长就是长大。

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郭敬明说，留在原地是一种错误，我们要不断的告别，告别一些人，告别一些事，然后，又马不停蹄的追逐时光，如同无家的潮水。

今天穿上了平时最喜爱的衣服，可是……“咦，袖子怎么短了？”我并不相信，我会长得快，于是急忙找出别的衣服，可为什么？好像都那么短。难道？……是我长大了，真的吗？我真的长大了吗？我梦寐以求长大，就这样实现了？欣喜充满着我的每一根神经。是的，我长大了！

妈妈却说：光长个子，不长脑子。

望着眼前这道难题，我的眼泛了黑，天哪！就算打死了我也做不来这道题嘛！这时，我突然想起老师说过做题要换一个角度思考。于是，我便以几何的方式来解答。Oh！My god！竟然轻而易举地解答了出来。妈妈说过我“光长个子，不长脑子，”可现在，我脑子也长了。哈哈，我终于长大了。

爸爸说：长大并不是生理上的成熟。

看到妈妈在洗衣室一遍一遍地刷着衣服，汗水顺着脸庞不断掉下，于是，我放下手中的遥控器，走到妈妈身旁，轻轻地说了声，“妈妈，你累了，歇歇吧！”妈妈用好奇的目光看着我，我挽起袖子，洗我从来没洗过的衣服，心里默念着：是的，我长大了！

我终于懂得：成长更是心理上的长大。

慢慢咀嚼，成长像一杯柠檬水，酸涩中交杂着丝丝甜味；成长像一块可乐糖，淡淡的甘甜伴着渴望与新奇。当这些点点滴滴的味道在唇边绽放，一点一点，弥漫着，四处都是，而我们就是主角。

When I was a child, I always asked the sky with wide eyes: When will I grow up. Up to now, seeing the leaves blown by the autumn wind falling one after another, I think that my heart grows with age, that is, grows up.

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Guo Jingming said that it is a mistake to stay in place. We have to keep saying goodbye, saying goodbye to some people and some things, and then chasing time non-stop, like a homeless tide.

I put on my favorite clothes today, but... "Hey, why are the sleeves so short?" I didn't believe that I would grow fast, so I hurriedly found other clothes, but why? It seems so short. Is it? ...I grew up, really? Did I really grow up? I dreamed of growing up, and it came true? Joy filled my every nerve. Yes, I have grown up!

But my mother said: just grow tall, not brain.

Looking at the problem in front of me, my eyes went black, my God! Even if I'm killed, I can't do this question! At this time, I suddenly remembered that the teacher said that the problem should be thought from a different angle. So, I will answer in a geometrical way. Oh! My god! It was easily answered. Mom used to say that I "get tall, not brains," but now, I have brains too. Haha, I finally grew up.

Dad said: growing up is not physical maturity.

Seeing my mother brushing clothes over and over in the laundry room, sweat dripping down my face, so I put down the remote control, walked over to my mother, and said softly, "Mom, you are tired, Take a break!" My mother looked at me curiously, I rolled up my sleeves, washed the clothes I had never washed, and thought to myself: Yes, I have grown up!

I finally understand: growth is psychological growth.

Chew slowly, grow like a glass of lemonade, sour mixed with a hint of sweetness; grow like a cola candy, with a touch of sweetness accompanied by desire and novelty. When these bits and pieces of flavor bloom on the lips, bit by bit, diffuse, everywhere, and we are the protagonists.