The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. My spine is dead, and my mother has worked hard ... The yellow bird, with its voice. ...

Fifteen years old, what a beautiful word. Youth is like water. In this rebellious season, we leave traces of our own transformation. ...

I still remember that gray time, and the only warm image is my mother.

At that time, I was changing, trapped in a dark cocoon like a pupa, refusing people to stay away. I ran backwards in the crowd, stabbed others several times, but left without looking back. Blank exercise books, blood-red test papers, stuffed with schoolbags. These used to be my proudest things.

Butterflies have just emerged from their cocoons, but they can't fly to the sea in front of them. It fell, drowned in cold water, and slowly sank, sank. ...

I'm beginning to fall. Running around with messy hair and shouting all day, he became a surly child. I thought I was abandoned, but I wasn't. Because of her.

At that time, I always walked into the house in an awkward posture and then walked straight into my room. When eating in a restaurant, I always meet my mother's eyes, which are full of ups and downs of sadness. I don't want to see him, but I dare not. I'm afraid I will burst into tears. Lying in my room late at night, I always feel that the days have passed in a daze. The only thing that is clear is my mother's eyes. I know I love her, but I am too stubborn.

When I got home that day, I was still embarrassed to walk into the room, only to find a white letter on the table. I picked it up and saw that it was my mother's handwriting.

"Small cities, whose youth will change. The newborn butterfly can't fly over the sea, but the happiness on the other side is waiting. So, please fly in my wind. "

My tears welled up without warning. My mother always knew that I was just a fragile child, but she always wrapped herself in a thick cocoon. I began to try to remember, what I saw was my mother's silent efforts, but I didn't see my return, only I was injured again and again.

Butterflies are lifted by the wind and spread their wings in the sun. It saw the blooming flowers on the other side, so it flew more and more fiercely.

I became smart, and my neat short hair stuck to my ears. I began to smile at everyone and walked quietly through the classroom every day. Once the lions come back.

Mom, I learned to fly with dancing wings. Thank you, thank you for the wind.

At the age of fifteen, I am a little mature.

At the age of fifteen, I am more tolerant.

I used to haggle over everything and didn't want to suffer a little. I will hold a grudge against those who have wronged me, even if they are not careful. Thinking about revenge. After such a long time, my friends around me seem to ignore me and then leave me. "This year, I am fifteen years old. I should change my behavior and learn to be tolerant. " I don't know how many times this sentence has appeared in my mind, but I have never changed my normal state and become tolerant.

On Mother's Day, I went to a boutique and picked out a beautiful crystal ball. When I walked out of the shop happily with it, a man who looked in a hurry jumped on me. Suddenly, the crystal ball slipped from my hand and came into close contact with the ground. I saw the glass fragments of the crystal ball all over the floor. She and I were shocked, and passers-by looked this way. I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and shouted "You ..." Before I could say it, the little girl who was only eight years old was flushed and her big eyes were full of tears. "Elder sister, I'm sorry. I want to catch the bus, so ... "I didn't speak, and when I saw the stone at her feet, I realized that it was because she had gone too far and tripped over the stone beside me. I would definitely ask her to buy me another one at ordinary times, but I really don't know what to do when I see her plain clothes and some worn-out schoolbags.

At this time, she seemed to think of something and dried her tears. Looking for something in the bag with a big smile on her face. After a while, she took out a beautifully packaged small box. Open it and see, there are some unusual small stones in it. She said, "I found this by the lake yesterday. I want to give it to my mother. Can I pay you with this? "

I looked at those little stones. They all have different colors. It's really weird. I looked at the little girl's sweet smile again. She smiled and said something I couldn't believe myself: "Forget it, you'd better give such a beautiful little stone to your mother." She must like it very much. " So, I picked up the broken crystal ball on the ground and took it home. The mood seems to be still so good.

I didn't give those pieces to my mother, but put them in my small cupboard. I will cherish them, because they taught me tolerance.

When I was fifteen years old, I learned tolerance and added a precious thing to my life bag-tolerance.

When I was fifteen, I was more determined.

When I was fifteen, I fell in love with rock music and metal music. My MP3 player always contains some songs called "The Dead" or "Funeral Music". I'm not gregarious, but I yearn for the life of a group of friends. I finally seized the opportunity to improve my friendship with some classmates-I borrowed an MP3 player, but they will return it in less than five minutes, with an expression of disgust on their faces. Make unremitting efforts to pursue the life of a group of friends because of loneliness. But they all ended in failure. There is a simple reason. They like pop music and hate my favorite music. We don't have the same language.

So I began to become unstable and had the idea of giving up this kind of music for the sake of having friends. Because I'm so lonely. Until I met Jing Jun, I had the same hobby as him.

He is good-looking, with good grades, versatile and approachable, but he is unable to integrate into the mainstream students in the class for the same reason as me. But he formed a band, traveled all over the field and did some research on electronic music. At the school sports meeting, I found him sitting silently next to a group of classmates talking and laughing. When I saw the loneliness in his eyes, a warm current flowed through my heart-I still had like-minded people.

So I stand firm. Since God gave me this character and hobby, I will continue to develop wholeheartedly. People like us are doomed to be lonely. It is better to unite with * * * to make progress and study * * *' s "career". Loneliness is only occasional.

The more determined I am, the more determined I am to take this road and stop daydreaming. At this time, I suddenly felt that it was ridiculous to give up this kind of music. In fact, it is easy to find a group of friends who laugh and struggle together, but that's not what I want. How can I embarrass myself?

At the age of fifteen, I am more determined. I have faith, and I am no longer lonely.

At the age of fifteen, I am a little more sad.

"Ball, round and round, grandma took me for the New Year ..."

A few naive little girls are jumping rubber bands, so innocent and pure, how desirable. ...

When I was a child, wasn't I naive? Play house with children; Rolling hand in hand on the grass; Braving the cold and hitting the telephone pole in the snow ...

But this kind of leisure is getting weaker and weaker with the passage of time, and even it won't be long before it becomes gone, without a trace, and playing house is too naive. I have a bad relationship with my parents and have been to any house. Rolling on the grass? This is my favorite skirt. If it gets dirty, I'll be in a hurry with you. I'm not in the mood for snowball fights now. I just hope that the big heater around me can accompany me for a long time.

However, this is the case, with a lot less leisure and a little more sorrow.

When I was a child, if I quarreled with my children, I would say, "I will never play with you again." But in a few days, you will see them playing together again.

Now, our idea is not so simple. We may take interpersonal relationships seriously, perhaps because we watch too many TV plays. The memory of childhood is so simple that the troubles of the first day will be forgotten the next day. That would be great. Smile, ten years younger. If this life is all children's thoughts, isn't it a long life?

But when we enter middle school and adolescence, our thoughts become complicated. Think about your own learning tasks; My responsibilities in family, school and society; And interpersonal relationships and so on. Thinking about this, my mind went blank. Academic performance has been blindly declining, doing nothing at home, making no contribution to the school and society, and interpersonal relationships have plummeted. Is it because I didn't do well enough, because I began to be lazy, or because I am too narrow-minded, sitting in the well and watching the sky, and my thoughts are still a little naive.

Well, I'm at a loss at the thought of it. The road ahead is blurred by fog. What should I do? Why did I come here? And keep making mistakes? Is my choice wrong, or am I walking too slowly?

Now I understand, the footprints on the road tell me that in fact, many people have chosen this road, and they have all walked through it. They also experienced many tests and setbacks like me. In this regard, I can only open this mystery with smile, optimism and sincerity and continue my journey.

At the age of fifteen, I have been a little more self.

People, the most important thing is to be yourself.

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The waves in the long river of life move forward relentlessly; The rings of life go round and round. As soon as I closed my eyes, the strange smell of fifteen came to my face. The old man's smile told me that time flies and I have to learn to grow up.

Counting the bags, it is obvious that everything is ready, but there seems to be something missing. In the independent wind, I found myself a little less self.

Young self, living in the eyes of others, everything is for others. I said this kind of life is very tiring. I laugh, you don't understand, people can't live in a vacuum. Since you are alive, you will naturally be affected.

In fact, I don't want to live for myself, but what about other people's comments?

One day, I went to buy clothes. My mother chose one for me and asked me how I felt. I said, "Whatever, as long as you look good." Mother put down her clothes and was silent for a long time, saying, "When did you become so indecisive?" Deep words, like endless wind, blew me to pieces. It suddenly occurred to me that I once said that I was an excellent person in the eyes of others, but in my own eyes, I was nothing. I was pieced together by others, and none of them belonged to me.

In fact, the most important thing for people is to be themselves.

In the independent wind, there are lingering words in my ears, and I suddenly wake up. I want to find that self and be myself.

I counted the bags again and suddenly found something more there.

The notebook of memory reminds me that I don't know when I started to have my own ideas; I don't know when to start doing what I want regardless of other people's eyes; I don't know when to start, I will make my own choice; I don't know when I started, I no longer live behind others' eyes; I don't know when to start being myself.

Yes, the bonus item in my bag is self. I want to be myself happily, and I want to be myself freely. I don't want to be bound by other people's eyes. I am me, the unique me.

At the age of fifteen, years have turned a new page for me. I want to take myself to the fifteen-year-old sky and fly freely.

When I was fifteen, I thought more.

A few days ago, I read the diary I wrote before, what lyric poems, and what a successful career one day, which made me wonder how I was such a person before. In the middle of the night, I secretly took several diaries of different sizes to the toilet and burned them, so as not to put them on the pillow and make me feel ashamed and shudder. I used to burn a diary, as if I could sweep away my previous sins and turn over a new leaf. It happened that what should be remembered was lost by a fire in winter, but what should be forgotten was unforgettable.

In A Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu likes to leave but doesn't like to get together, while Jia Baoyu likes to get together but doesn't like to leave. However, if there is no suitable one, how can I leave? Without parting, how can we meet again like my primary school classmates and primary school teachers? Because of fate, we met, because of graduation, we separated, but because of the passing of the roadside, we met again. At the age of fifteen, I am thinking about the definition of life reunion.

In Quiet, the boss who sells tofu can watch History of European Philosophy in the vegetable market, but the boss who sells meat is dismissive. He said, "Why do you go to the market to study?" Pose? ""I "said: maybe it is forced by life. The butcher knocked the knife straight and said, then shout loudly and hand over the tofu and sell it early. I'm quiet. I just want to sell meat. When I want to study, I don't care about anything except reading. Is this farmer's market a place to study? At the age of fifteen, I am thinking about the definition of the word peace in my life. "

In real life, some people say that vases are beautiful and quaint, and they have a unique flavor at home. Someone said, "The students in the art class are all vases, which can only be appreciated, but not practical." Sometimes, in romantic dramas, only lovers will say, "Even if the broken vase sticks, there are cracks." But I always see that vases are always longer than their much harder iron boxes, and the longer they are, the more valuable they are. At the age of fifteen, I am thinking about the definition of the word vase in my life.

On the day of burning the diary, someone said to me, "Don't burn it, what a pity, it can become a permanent memory in the future." However, at the age of fifteen, if I only have memories of the past, how can I think of my sixteen?

Time flies. At the age of fifteen, I stood on the threshold from youth to youth. The fire in winter will always kill more people than unforgettable. I will wash away the blank and add a new thinking point. It is possible that the current thinking will be erased after many years, but how can I move forward without thinking? Yes, at the age of fifteen, I have more thoughts about life. ...

At the age of fifteen, I have one more point to pursue.

People with dreams can fly higher.

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I remember that day, someone asked me, "What is your pursuit?" Somehow, at that time, I was speechless ... I suddenly realized that I was fifteen years old. Where is my pursuit?

In the past, I always shuttled between campus and home. On this road, I often complain with my classmates that there is too much homework at school, we have too little rest time and the teachers are too strict ... On this lifeless road, I complain about the boring campus life. What? My life is too boring, because there is no ideal? Don't-people have ideals and pursuits, even the most boring things will become interesting ... I decided to give it a try. I think, where is my pursuit? Where is it? Oh! I want to be a rural teacher, and I want to help those rural children who are eager for knowledge but can't learn it. What a great career this is. But-is it too common? Thought of here, I once again fell into helplessness. Why don't you be an environmental expert? A voice jumped out from the middle of the head-yes! Environmental experts! I'm going to northern Shaanxi to control the yellow sand soaked in the sky, and I'm going to the Yellow River to control its soil erosion ... but that's too difficult! The sound that followed brought me back to reality. Bitter ... yes, that kind of life is really hard ... after thinking for a long time, I haven't found my own pursuit.

At this time, it seems that another person said to me: "Fool! Why do you still consider such a trivial matter in your pursuit? Pursue what you like to do, pursue what you want to do, don't be bothered by other distractions, work hard for your pursuit wholeheartedly, and life will become interesting and rich. When your pursuit is realized, it will be so happy ... "

I suddenly realized.

Now, I am still on this unchanging road, but I find it is not dead, but a trip, a trip to the future, a trip to pursue. I have my own ideals, my own pursuits, and I will do my duty as a student-study hard, save energy for myself, start slowly on the glide path, and finally, make further efforts and rush into the blue sky. ...

My friend, you are right. Ideals and pursuits beautify my life, because I understand that I must constantly strive and should not waste time complaining. Thank you for giving me such a great gift on my 15 birthday. I will keep it in mind, work hard for it and fly to success.

What is your pursuit?

At fifteen, I have more responsibilities.

When I grow up/I'm often lonely now/I'm gentle occasionally/the stars twinkle/the brightest one remains/the past is like the wind/I'm crossing the night sky/your song. ...

Xu Fei's songs were played on the CD player. It is pure and quiet, soft, and the lyrics are slightly sad. Repeating "when I grow up" over and over again reminds me of 15-year-old me and 15-year-old me.

Dad always says, "My daughter has grown taller." Mom always says, "You're getting fat again." Teachers often say, "You are a junior three student." 15 years old, tall and fat, ready for further study. Sometimes I think: I have really grown up. However, why am I as playful and willful as before when I grow up, with a little conceit and inferiority? Is this growth? Why am I 15 years old and still like an inexperienced child?

"When I grew up/now I/forgot to be happy/"

People come and go/not many friends stay around/

Where are those innocent/innocent smiles?

White wings/beautiful angels/gone ...

Suddenly, I suddenly understood that my 15 years old is different from the past. Looking back on these days, I was stuck in a pile of books all day, and I spent more time chatting and studying with my friends on weekdays. This kind of me makes me feel strange. Looking back, the main theme of my life is probably playing, how to have fun. Unexpectedly, at the age of 15, I sometimes give up the opportunity of entertainment because of my study.

I still remember that day at home, standing behind my father, I suddenly found a white hair in his short hair. Suddenly, I feel very sad and have an impulse to cry. I stretched out my hand to pull it out of my father's head, but it was too difficult. I can't pull it down after a long time. My father felt pain and asked me, "What are you doing?" I was speechless and didn't know what to say. I have a vague feeling that I don't want my father to know that he has white hair on his head. I feel very puzzled when I think about it later. Why was I at the age of 15 at that time at a loss when faced with my father's simple question?

Now, I may understand something. 15 years old, I have grown up. Maybe everyone will grow up when 15 years old. At that time, you will feel that you have something more, which is heavy, but it makes you feel sacred. This matter made me think for a long time, and finally I understood that this is a responsibility. 15-year-old people, at this time must provoke responsibility. This responsibility will transform you and make you reborn.

I used to think that/the world is beautiful and no one cries/

Blow out the candle/wish/everything will come true/

Now I/miss the past/because I am so nostalgic/

In the naive years/only collected simple smiling faces. ...

15 years old, with an extra responsibility. This responsibility has taught me to grow.