灵鹊做题网谁给我写一篇关于成长的意义的英语作文,尽快!
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谁给我写一篇关于成长的意义的英语作文,尽快!
The Meaning of Growing Up
Another month has passed and I cannot help but ponder what is the true meaning of growing up.
My mind starts to wander back to the days when I was a little boy, acting all spoilt, needed plenty of attention, crying at every single little thing that I couldn't get or have. There were no worries back then. Everything is pretty much 'in-your-face'. There was no need for pretense. People can look at me with their opinions. I shouted when I felt like shouting, I ran when I felt like running, I screamed when I felt like screaming. Sadness never lasted really long. It was so easy to cheer up. It was so easy to be forgive and forget. Everything is cheered up by a candy bar or a toy. Even when I never did have the most expensive toys in the world, sometimes, a simple marble or a bottle cap will do. I pretty much liked everyone and everyone, no matter how ugly or no matter how naughty I thought they were. Even the class bully is sometimes a friend. There was a wonder for everything. The wonder built on a certain naivette that things were easy and all things in the world are good, like having an ambition of being a policeman when I grow up.
Now that I am and adult I realize, to be adult it means to sometimes be deceitful. Smile even when the times come when I feel like crying. Sadness lasts a lot longer when you are all grown up, to the point where it sometimes spirals into depression. It is never really easy to cheer up. Our greed for the material grows. We slowly learn how to hate. Ambitions and dreams are shattered as we slowly delve into the dirty muck of society. We learn that sincerity is hard to come by and people don't always mean what they say. Then there is accountability and obligations. We've even learned how to lose friends.
I don't think I enjoy growing up anymore.
Another month has passed and I cannot help but ponder what is the true meaning of growing up.
My mind starts to wander back to the days when I was a little boy, acting all spoilt, needed plenty of attention, crying at every single little thing that I couldn't get or have. There were no worries back then. Everything is pretty much 'in-your-face'. There was no need for pretense. People can look at me with their opinions. I shouted when I felt like shouting, I ran when I felt like running, I screamed when I felt like screaming. Sadness never lasted really long. It was so easy to cheer up. It was so easy to be forgive and forget. Everything is cheered up by a candy bar or a toy. Even when I never did have the most expensive toys in the world, sometimes, a simple marble or a bottle cap will do. I pretty much liked everyone and everyone, no matter how ugly or no matter how naughty I thought they were. Even the class bully is sometimes a friend. There was a wonder for everything. The wonder built on a certain naivette that things were easy and all things in the world are good, like having an ambition of being a policeman when I grow up.
Now that I am and adult I realize, to be adult it means to sometimes be deceitful. Smile even when the times come when I feel like crying. Sadness lasts a lot longer when you are all grown up, to the point where it sometimes spirals into depression. It is never really easy to cheer up. Our greed for the material grows. We slowly learn how to hate. Ambitions and dreams are shattered as we slowly delve into the dirty muck of society. We learn that sincerity is hard to come by and people don't always mean what they say. Then there is accountability and obligations. We've even learned how to lose friends.
I don't think I enjoy growing up anymore.