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.

 

第二篇：眼镜的烦恼作文500字

眼镜的烦恼作文500字

妈妈有一个烦恼，爸爸也有同样的烦恼。而如今，我也面临着他们的烦恼。要问什么“家伙”惹的我们一家烦，一看我们仨就知道——眼镜。

在小学时，我坐在第三排。可黑板上的字仿佛整天披着一层纱。特别是碰上字小又潦草的老师，我可就惨喽！眯着眼看，睁大了看，或左边瞧瞧右边看看。一堂课下来，光几行字就够我忙活的了。于是我告诉了妈妈。妈妈便要求我每天跟着录音机做几遍眼保健操。可一上中学，哪有心思忙那个，有点时间不如多补充睡眠。就这样，我的视力越来越差，现在黑板上的字都蒙上了浓雾。看电视我总是坐在离屏幕很近的地方。妈妈说：“干脆你钻进去得了。”由于视力越来越差，我终于按上了一扇“窗”。

虽然戴上眼镜什么都清楚，可是太麻烦了。

比如说上课，只要老师一写字，我都得从书包里取出眼镜戴上。要是没带可就麻烦了。又得求别人，把别人抄好的笔记拿来抄。为此我欠下许多人情，还让听课的同学感到烦。可我有什么办法呢？

现在教室里的眼镜族的队伍在逐渐扩大。无论是谁都不低于二百度。这是为什么呢？我想：现在电视，电脑很普及，我们又都贪着看，只要一不注意保护，视力就在不知不觉中下降。今后恐怕大部分人都要戴眼镜。如果将来当个眼科医生，我想一定很有市场。

畅想归畅想，可现在我很讨厌眼镜，但又没办法。我只想告诉没戴眼镜的人，好好保护它。

如今提倡什么“无车日”，“无烟日”。我想有个“无屏日”，让人们好好保护眼睛吧！ 眼镜的烦恼作文200字

我是一个喜欢看书的男孩子，没事时就捧着一本书不停地看，走着看，躺着看，灯光不足的地方也看……久而久之，一双明亮的眼睛竟近视了。我从三年级时视力就开始模糊，本想配一副眼镜，却遭到爸爸的强力反对，视力一天不如一天，一直坚持到学期末，才知道就算是坐在第一排的座位上，黑板上的字还是一个个白团团，无可奈何，只好配上眼镜。 戴眼镜是一件很麻烦的事，它给我带来不少烦恼。夏天出汗时要摘下眼镜擦汗；冬天起

雾时镜片上一层水珠，要时不时地摘下来擦干净；不能打球。更主要的是爸爸说男孩子戴眼镜不好看。唉，天下谁人知我心。我多么后悔当初无限度地用眼，不恰当地用眼啊！

同学们，好好保护你们的“心灵之窗”吧！不要伤害了它，不然会给你们带来很多的烦恼。 眼镜的烦恼作文400字

爸爸是近视眼，按遗传理论来说爸爸的近视应该遗传给了我们这一代新人，大概遗传基因还没被激活，所以以前还不是近视眼。可由于我看电视太多，而患上了近视。

有时我觉得戴眼镜就像一位知识渊博的博士，但爸爸说近视可是终生的遗憾，很多职业工作都会向你关上大门。我十分害怕患近视，但没办法近视让你看任何东西都十分模糊，非得眯起眼睛才能看清楚，我就是吃了这个苦，但我又不敢跟爸爸说，所以隐瞒了一年许久。快上五年级的时候爸爸怀疑我患上了近视，我就这样被无情地抓去检查眼睛，检查结果是双眼各为0．5，于是我就配上了给我带来烦恼的眼镜。

转眼间，我的眼镜历史以有一年了。在这一年之中，我将眼镜带来的所有的烦恼总结成以下几点：

一我是个不大会拒绝的人，同学看不见黑板就找我借眼镜，有时不借给有些人我就要挨打，我于是不得不借给他们；容易解决的人，我又要绞尽脑汁想出各种办法对付。很多时候我总觉得自己的眼镜成了共用的，不时也想着一个弄不懂的问题，那就是这个眼镜倒底是为谁配的？

二我这个人总爱把东西乱放，这不，几个月前眼镜盒不知掉到哪里去了？眼镜只好找个地方放好，有时眼镜掉到了地上而这个眼镜又是透明的，所以每次寻找都要我这个大侦探出马，搞不好找到了也要挨妈妈一顿批惨不忍睹呀！

三自从戴上了眼镜同学们给我取了许多外号让人可恨的是有一个外号称“四眼鱼”。