要求具体点,字数什么的~几年级的~交作业还是干什么。。。
Growing Pains
In Memory of the Past Days
Looking
into the mirror, the man there is no longer that little boy singing and
laughing all day long with his treasured toys. Instead, there stand a man who
is legally an adult, though he is still immature and sentimental. People say
youth is the most precious and the most brilliant in our long period of life,
and I agree with it. We are strong in body, quick in mind, we are always full
of passion, energetic and high spirited. Youth is the sun in the morning and
the rainbow in the sky. We have grown up, suddenly. Looking back of the old
days, it seems being a college student can be so cool and so pleasing, no more
homework waste your time, no more criticism spoil your mood, no more ignore let
you down. We can find our own way and go on it without interference, we can do
whatever we want and achieve whatever we have dreamt.
But gone
with it, are our indelible years, sweet and sour, worth remembering and
unforgettable.
Still remember the days when dad, mom and I
sit around the table, talking about all kinds of things, about happiness and
sorrows, about dream and wishes. Every time I am happy and excited, there are
mom and dad with whom I can share the joy. Every time I am upset and
distressed, there are mom and dad who smile at me and fuel me the power to go
forward. Every time I achieve my little success, it’s them who encourage me and
tell me “carry on”. Every time I put my foot wrong, it’s them who pull me back
and guide me the right way.
Still remember the days being crazy with
best friend, chasing around on the playground, skipping class to a long waited
movie, playing an innocent prank on someone…… the simple, pure and treasured
friendship started to grow in that infancy heart.
Still remember giving the gift to that girl
I love. Though don’t know what love is and means. It’s like magic which attract
you and let you forget all the sorrows and sadness. Seeing her smile became the
best time life can’t be replaced.
Days are gone. No more stupid, no more
spoil, no more kidding, it’s our turn to strive and fight for our dream. Little
bit perplexed, little bit nervous and little bit excited, not sure what life is
in store of me, but not afraid, not regret, not sad. I will keep going and
never give up.