GoodbookcompanionIgrowup
Myfavoriteabookwithoutsidelessonis《scienceinthegame》。Readthisbook，canmakeIthepartdoesthegameeasily，partstudyscientificknowledge。Haveagoodtimeinthegame，realrealizethefunthatmovebrain"sbegin。
《Scienceinthegame》thisbookinconcerningthewater，air，color，sport，chemistry，mathematics，coldhot，humanbody，andplant，animaletc。，theinsidestillhasthevividandelegantpicture。
Passtodothesegames，Iwillacquiremanyveryinterestingknowledgeandhappinesses，infine，thisbookcanletmeunderstandthesecretwithinscienceworldinthehappiness，isnecessarilystudyofouryoungchildgrowth。
我是一个活泼的女孩，有些像男孩子。当我升上初中时，一天妈妈告诉我，我长大了，不要和男孩子接近，我不明白为什么，如果要这样的话，我不想长大，可以无忧无虑地与伙伴们玩。
Iamalivelygirl，likeaboy。WhenIwasamiddleschoolstudent，mymothertoldmenottobeclosetoboysbecauseIhadgrownup。Ididn"tunderstandwhy。Ididn"twanttogrowupifIhadtodothat。Iwantedtoplaywithmycompanionsfreely。
WhenIhear'Whatdoyouwanttobewhenyougrowup',Ifeelconfused.Asa7thGradestudent,Ireallydon'tknowhowtoanswerthis'easy'question.Iwanttobeabegger,maybeIcangetmanyusefulthingsfromlivingaroundtheworld.Allright,it'sEcho’sanswer,andmaybeheranswerisfromPippiLongstocking.IwanttobeaAmericanAssociatoofadvertisingAgenciesofficer.Ithinkit'sagreatjobforme.BecauseIloveartanddraw.
WhenIgrowupIwanttobeanengineer。Iwanttobuildabighouseandasmallhouseformyfatherandmother。Wewilllivetogether。
Therewillbeagardenandplaygroundinfrontofthehouse。Wewillgrowbeautifulflowersandfruittreesinthegarden。Wewillgrowgrassintheplayground。Iwillbuyabigcar。Iwilltakemyfatherandmothertomanyplaces。
Ihavesomehobbiessuchasreadingplayingtabletennishistorysinceandsoon.ButIlikehistorybest.
IstouteditwhenIwaseight.WhenIgrowupIwanttobeahistoriaminthefuture.Iwillstudyhard.Iwillreadsomeabouthistorybooks.Ihopemydreamcancometure
EverynightafterItuckedherintobedIsangtoherasillysongamade-upsongoursong.“Staylittlestaylittlelittlelittlestay;littlestaylittlestaylittle.”
ShewouldgiggleandIwouldsmile.ThenextmorningIwouldsay:“Lookatyou.Yougrew.Thesongdidn’twork.”
IsangthatsongforyearsandeverytimeIfinishedshecrossedherheartandpromisedshewouldn’tgrowanymore.
ThenonenightIstoppedsingingit.Whoknowswhy.Maybeherdoorwasclosed.Maybeshewasstudying.Maybeshewasonthephonetalkingtosomeone.OrmaybeIrealizeditwastimetogiveherpermissiontogrow.
ItseemstomenowthatoursongmusthavehadsomemagicbecauseallthenightsIsangitsheremainedababy...fourfivesixseveneightnineten.Theyfeltthesame.Theyevenlookedthesame.Shegottallerandherfeetgotbiggerandsometeethfelloutandnewonesgrewinbutshestillhadtoberemindedtobrushthemandherhairandtotakeashowereverynowandthen.
SheplayedwithdollsandPlay-Doh.ThoughCandyLandwasabandonedforMonopolyandClueacrossatablethereshestillwas.Foryearsshewaslikethosewoodendollsthatnestoneinsidetheotheridenticalineverythingbutsize.
Oratleastthat’showIsawher.Sheroller-skatedandice-skatedanddidcartwheelsinshoppingmallsandblewbubblesanddrewpictureswhichwehungontherefrigerator.ShedevouredYodelsandslushesandwokeearlyonSundaymorningstowatchDaveyandGoliath.
Sheneversleptthroughthenightnotattenmonthsnotattenyears.Whenshewassmallshe’dwakeandcryandI’dtakeherintobedwithme.Whenshegotbiggershe’dwakeandmakeherwaydownthehallandinthemorningIwouldfindherlyingbesideme.
Sheusedtoputnotesundermypillowbeforeshewenttobed.Iusedtoputnotesinherbolognasandwichesbeforeshewenttoschool.SheusedtowaitbythephonewhenIwasaway.Iusedtowaitatthebusstopforhertocomehome.
Thesongthenotesthewakinguptofindhernexttomethewaitingatthebusstop—allthesethingsendedalongtimeago.Upstairsnowisayoungwomanagrown-up.Shehasbeengrownupforawhile.Everyoneelsehasseenthis—everyonebutme.
IlookathertodayoneweekbeforeshegraduatesfromhighschoolandIamproudofherproudofthepersonshehasbecome.ButI’msadtoo—notforherbutforme.Therehasbeenachildinthishousefortwenty-fiveyears.Firstonegrewupthentheotherbuttherewasalwaysthisone...thebaby.
Nowthebabyisgrown.Anddespitewhatpeopletellme—youdon’tlosethemtheygoawaybuttheycomehomeagainyou’lllikethequietwhenshe’sgonethenextpartoflifeisthebest—Iknowthatwhatliesaheadwon’tbelikewhatwas.
Ilovedwhatwas.Iloveditwhenshetoddledintomyofficeandsetuphertoytypewriternexttomine.Ilovedwatchingherrundownthehallatnurseryschoolstraightintomyarmsafteraseparationofjusttwo-and-a-halfhours.Ilovedtakinghertobuystickersandforwalksandtomovies.Iloveddrivinghertogymnasticsandlisteningtoherfriends.Ilovedbeingtheonesheracedtowhenshewashappyorfrightenedorsad.Ilovedbeingthecenterofherworld.
“Mommycomeplaywithme.”
“MommyI’mhome.”
“MommyIloveyouthebestestandthewidest.”
Whatreplacesthesethings?
“Wanttoseemycapandgown?”shesaysnowpeekingintomyoffice.Sheholdsitup.
Shesmiles.She’shappy.I’mhappyforher.Shekissesmeonthecheekandsays“IloveyouMom.”Andthenshewalksupstairs.
IsitatmydeskandthoughmyhearthurtsIsmile.IthinkwhataprivilegemotherhoodisandhowveryluckyIam.
Toturnthecalendartoseefromthedailyrecordsofeachofthemind,pleasedwiththecalendarweepwithgrief,rememberthelastbitbybit,Ifoundthatsurprising----Igrowup.
Therewillalwaysbegreatinthepast:the"one-childuswhentheycouldgrowup?"InthepastIwastoobigtoaskpeoplespeechless,butIseriouslywanttotellmyparentsofyourdaughterIhavegrownup.https://www.zuowenku.nethttps://www.zuowenku.netfear,Iwouldalsoliketousemycouragetoseizeopportunities.InthepastIalwaysfacedifficulties,withatotaltimeandagainmadeaconcession,andBaotoutongku,nowIwillnotmakeconcessions,Iusemyconfidence,myintelligence,myspirittoovercomethedifficultiesandsucceed.https://www.zuowenku.nethttps://www.zuowenku.nettheparentsdidnotcry.Iamnotgoingtolosedollandcrying.IwouldlikeformyidealofhardworkandeffortIwouldhavepreferredtoclimbtheladder.AlthoughIgrewup,thoseintheamusementparkfun.'sInnocenceandlaughter,willalwaystoldme:"Bye!Bye!"The.ButIlikelivingahappy,IamdrunkonadaylikeSnowWhiteasthebeautifulworldofbooks,Itrytoabsorbthespiritofmynourishment,atasteofthebookIbroughttotheacid.Sweet.Bitter.Spicy.
Igrewup,learnedhowstrongandself-reliance.Iwillnotbecausethefather.Mother.Teacherscomeuptome,difficultanddiffuseintotheBaotoutongku,Iwouldliketofacelifewithasmile,Iwanttolivebrilliant.Brilliant.Igraduallybegantolearntopackmyownlife,Ihavetolearntoself-reliance,agreatdaughter.
Golden.Innocenceofchildhood,Ibidfarewelltothequiet,Igraduallyenteredmylife,thesecondseason----juvenile.Thisseasonformetochangealot,butitwillneverchangemylifeandIwilltowardtheidealofhardwork.Struggle.InthisseasonofmylifetoplayamoregloriousandmoreexperienceinlifeandIleave.Andtheeternalmoment.
WhenIgrowupIwanttobeanartist.Iwanttousemycolorfulpenciltodrawthiswonderfulworldtoeveryone.
SomeyearsagoIdidnotknowhowtousethepenciltodrawthepictureformymotherandmyfather.OnedayIfoundIcoulddrawanimalspeoplemountainsseasonswiththecolorfulpencilswithteacher’shelp.AsaresultIwanttobeaartist.EventhoughthisdreamisverysmallbutIstillmakemyeffort.Icanstudydrawinghardlyfromnowon.AnthenIthinkmydreamwillcometrue.
WhenIgrowupIwanttobeanartist.Whataboutyou?What’syourdream?
Iwouldliketogrowupquickly.Becausewhenthechildistoopainful.Theirlearninginschoolsisalsoeasy.ButnoparentsathomeinthedaysIread.Ifirstreadofallthepain.WhenIgotoschool"timesNewRoman"ItdoesnotmatterbutIputthemevenhavetoleavetheDepartmentofme,butmyfatherdoesnotletmegooutlookingforfriendstoplay.IthenKuahowlife!
Ihavesomehobbiessuchasreading,playing,tabletennis,history,sinceandsoon.ButIlikehistorybest.IstouteditwhenIwaseight.WhenIgrowupIwanttobeahistoriaminthefuture.Iwillstudyhard.Iwillreadsomeabouthistorybooks.Ihopemydreamcancometure