成长的烦恼 为题的英语作文

成人仪式结束后，同学们有了焕然一新的面貌，
更加懂礼貌，有了责任感，人生目标更清晰。但成长的烦恼总是有的。 你的同学TOM写信向你抱怨他妈妈还总拿他当小孩对待，并向你寻求帮助。 以书信的格式写封信给TOM

高一的吗?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

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