Small in the way way of life rest, when awaking, already disappeared junior and innocent that I.
在人生的道途中小憩，醒来时，已不见年少天真的那个我。
—— preface
——题记
Lean in window edge, look up at the sky of that intoxicate, the days …… that yearns for that happiness I brandish the pen in beginning, everything after beginning to ponder the high school on me.
倚在窗边，仰望那醉人的天空，怀念那美好的时光……我挥动着手中的笔，开始思索我上高中后的一切。
There is rain of countless winds storm on the road that grow, this was destined we want conquer ego. Tall temporarily, mathematical course is not very be good at, often see the figure that mathematical teacher waves neatly on blackboard, hear the voice of writing on blackboard that chewing like fine bug then, always be ineffable in the heart produce a few fretted with impatient, down to is met always on mathematical class later condition not beautiful. Remember that talk with the teacher clearly as before, ” of “ set a high demand on somebody in the hope that he will improve, sound is gently, however faint divulge gives a kind of teacher's particular majesty. He makes me use a facial expression like the wide smile like the sky then, each word is showing downy light, encouraging me. Thinking back to repeatedly if the teacher says, my heart begins to rolling billows, I am staring at me in the mirror carefully, the butterfly that that is about to defeat chrysalis only and goes out, wanted oneself to flounce off the aurelian case that tied in the past only it seems that, can become a beautiful butterfly. My eye shot rises brightly suddenly, azure canopy does not have a cloud, prep against the ray of round of tomorrow. After wherefrom, I generated interest to maths slowly, cheer up after baptism, continue to take a step ongoing. Looking now the mathematical achievement of advance rapidly, my silent laugh, I grow in every little bit.
成长的路上有着无数风风雨雨，这便注定了我们要战胜自我。高一时，数学学科不是很擅长，每每看到数学老师在黑板上灵活地舞动的身影，听到那如细虫在咀嚼的板书声，心中总是莫名产生几丝焦躁与不耐烦，以至后来在数学课上总会状态不佳。依旧清晰的记得那次与老师的谈话，“恨铁不成钢”，声音平缓，却又隐隐透漏出一种老师独有的威严。他那如天空般广阔的微笑令我动容，每一个字眼都闪着柔和的光，鼓励着我。反复回想着老师说的话，我的内心开始翻滚着波澜，我仔细地盯着镜子中的我，那只即将破茧而出的蝴蝶，似乎只要自己挣脱了过去束缚的蛹壳，就可以变成一只美丽的蝴蝶。我的视野忽然明亮起来，蔚蓝的苍穹没有一丝云彩，迎着一轮明日的光芒。从那之后，我慢慢对数学产生了兴趣，在洗礼后振作起来，继续迈步前进。望着现在突飞猛进的数学成绩，我默默的笑了，我在一点一滴中成长。
One grows long way, it is the road that grow, arrive by ignorance composition muddled, mature by junior and flighty slow slow trend. See that pile pile of examination paper, can knit beetle-browed, seem an only tired pony. Become a problem tired, extend a lazy waist, moan, carry the first stroke of a Chinese character, continue to advance. Time already not much, extremely urgent of main sprint phase. Do not know what reason, the classmate in the class becomes quieter at a draught, the sort of full-bodied and enthusiastic atmosphere is in former days casual stealthily put an end to, be full of the class of mirth sound as one used to do, seem has one silk is solemn and stirring. Before the yearning, however not regret present effort, it is better tomorrow to be only.
有一条长长的路，是成长的路，由无知到作文懵懂，由年少轻狂慢慢走向成熟。看到那一摞摞卷子，都会皱皱眉头，好似一只只疲倦的小马。做题累了，伸个懒腰，呻吟一声，提起笔，继续前进。时间已经不多了，全力冲刺阶段迫在眉睫。不知什么原因，班里的同学一下子变得安静起来，往日那种浓郁热烈的气氛在不经意间悄悄消弭，往常都充满欢笑声的班级，好似有一丝悲壮。怀念以前，却不悔现在的努力，只为明天会更好。
In growing we also can hide because of the setback in corner escapism. Those compositions when still remembering strong enter a school? Innocent, muddled? Still do not agree hard? Face the teacher's criticism, meditate deeply, know oneself clearly, improve oneself. Below the teacher's help and indefatigable effort, the composition had very big improvement. That fork crossing with farewell former head, seem bestrews thickly dotted bramble kind, return mottled my shadow yesterday, the tear stains that remains on erase face, let a smile mount a face, engrave goes, also be indefatigable tomorrow effort at the same time!
成长中的我们也会因挫折而躲在一隅逃避现实。还记得刚入学时那些作文吗？天真、懵懂？还是不肯努力？面对老师的批评，深深反省，清楚地认识自己，改善自己。在老师的帮助和不懈的努力下，作文有了很大的改善。再回首原先的那个岔路口，好似布满密密麻麻的荆棘般，还斑驳着我昨天的影子，擦掉脸上残留的泪痕，让微笑爬上脸庞，铭记过去，同时也为明天不懈努力！
Every time Shan of Shan of curtain of night and come, of white day blatant disappear from the scene gradually, in hazy night, I often am immersed in brimless in memory. In memory, that once agonized, once fail, once hard, will be collected meticulously by me forever. The memory of those dribs and drabs in growing, recording anguish, also engrave next joy, along the road that grow, one step by step, do the purest the truest oneself.
每当夜幕姗姗而来，白日的喧嚣渐渐销声匿迹，在朦胧的夜晚里，我常常陷入无边的回忆之中。在回忆中，那曾经的苦涩，曾经的失败，曾经的努力，都将永远被我精心收藏。成长中那些点点滴滴的记忆，记录着痛苦，也镌刻下欢乐，沿着成长的道路，一步步，做最纯最真的自己。