成长需要勇气

成长需要勇气

成长是舍弃，你需要勇气忍受失去的痛苦；成长是挑战，你需要勇气战胜途中的风雨；成长是责任，你需要勇气挑起肩上的重担。

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带着幼稚的思维，尚未成熟的脸，我正品尝着成长带来的酸与甜，这个时候，我需要做什么？

一幅美好的画面展开在我的记忆当中。躺在大地的怀中，感受她流动的血液，散发的体香。抬头望着蔚蓝色的幕布上，几缕被风儿追赶的云，慢悠悠地跑着。天的颜色在我的眼中闪烁，和同伴海阔天空地闲聊，银铃般的笑声充满整个田野，飘荡在空中。现在，我只能在题海中挣扎，快要被淹没。当疲倦的眼望向窗外，只能隔着玻璃看天空，成长让我失去了与青草大地为伴的日子。我需要勇气，让自己不再悲伤。

当学习、生活上的困难和挫折像潮水一般向我涌来，我睁着迷茫的双眼问：“奶奶，我该怎么办？”也许爷爷奶奶还会一如既往保护我，一如既往地为我遮风挡雨，不让我受到一丝伤害。但这不能成为永远，总有一天我会走出呵护，独自去面对，因为我已经长大。太多的呵护只会让我的心像鸡蛋壳一样不堪一击。我需要勇气去接受挑战，尽管我会遍体鳞伤，但只有风雨的洗礼才能让我变得更加坚强。

爷爷奶奶依然会无微不至地照顾我，但更多的却是期望。在他们

眼中我已不是那个只会哭闹的小丫头了，我自己也认为我已经长大了。再也不能依偎在奶奶的怀里撒娇。望着爷爷奶奶已经苍老的脸，时间的流逝在他们身上留下了不可磨灭的痕迹，这标志着他们为我的成长付出的心血。我的身上已多了一份责任，我需要勇气挑起肩上的重担，为爷爷奶奶撑起一把伞。

成长需要勇气，抹去悲伤，战胜困难，挑起重担，走向美好未来……

It takes courage to grow up

Growth is the abandonment, you need courage to endure the loss of pain; growth is a challenge, you need courage to overcome the wind and rain on the way; growth is the responsibility, you need the courage to shoulder the burden of shoulder.

-The inscription.

With childish thinking, immature face, I am tasting the growth of the sour and sweet, what do I need to do at this time?

A beautiful picture unfolds in my memory. Lying in the arms of the earth, feeling her flowing blood, the fragrance of the body. Looking up at the blue curtain, a few strands of clouds chased by

the wind ran slowly. The color of the sky twinkled in my eyes, chattering with my companions, silver-bell laughter filled the field and floated in the air. Now, I can only struggle in the sea of title, is about to be submerged. When tired eyes looking out of the window, only through the glass to see the sky, growth let me lose with the grass for the day. I need courage to stop being sad.

When learning, life's difficulties and setbacks like a tidal current to me, I can also open my eyes to ask: "Grandma, what should I do?" Perhaps my grandparents will protect me as always, as always to shelter from the wind and rain, so that I am not hurt. But this can not become forever, one day I will go out of care, alone to face, because I have grown up. Too much care will only make my heart like an egg shell as vulnerable as a blow. I need the courage to accept the challenge, although I will be bruised, but only the baptism of the wind and rain to make me stronger.

Grandparents will still take care of me, but more expectations. In their eyes I am no longer the only crying little boy, I also think I have grown up. I can no longer snuggle up in my mother's arms. Looking at Grandma and Grandpa's aging face, the passage of time left an indelible mark on them, which marked their hard work