My Growth Story Composition I
Walking on the golden beach, suddenly looking back, leaving a string of golden footprints, is also a bit of growth.
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/kloc-the spring and autumn of 0/6 years left many stories. Whenever I recall these stories, my heart will be filled with emotion.
When I was a child, I grew up with my grandparents. At that time, there was a vine in grandma's yard. Every night, my grandmother held me under the tree to enjoy the moon and count the stars, and told me the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and Wu Gang cutting Guangxi. I fell asleep while listening. I remember there was a river in front of my grandmother's house, and there were often some geese swimming in it. When I have time, I clamor for grandma to take me to see the goose, and grandma will go to see the goose behind my back. When I am happy, I will sing, "Goose, Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. "
When I was in primary school, my grandmother stopped hugging me and couldn't move. I no longer clamor for my grandmother to take me to see the geese, but often go to see them alone, which is very free. I don't speak my mind to my grandmother. My grandmother said, "When my granddaughter grows up, she alienates her grandmother." By the second day, the river in front of grandma's house was muddy, and there were no more geese. I seldom go to grandma's house, and sometimes I even think she is nagging: "Eat more, don't be hungry." "Watch out for the car and step aside." "Well, I see." I hardly go to grandma's house to avoid her nagging.
One day my mother said to me, "Go and see your grandmother. She is alone at home. " "Can't you see I'm busy? I am too busy with my homework, and I have to go to see my grandmother? " "Go, go, you haven't been there for a long time. Your grandmother should miss you. " When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I saw her cooking. When she saw me coming, she said, "There you are." "hmm." After a while, grandma brought a bag of things and said, "Come on, eat, this is for you." "Leave it to me, why don't you eat it?" "I'm old, eat also wasted, you eat. Look, the child has grown tall again. You must be tired from studying, but you need to add more nutrition! ..... "I inadvertently looked up and saw my grandmother's kind eyes, which were full of love, joy and warmth. In an instant, there was a warm current in my heart, warm and sweet. I put down my things: "Grandma, I'm back." "Why didn't you come for a while and leave?" "hmm." "Then you have to eat something before you go." "No" "Slow down on the road and watch the car ..."
I packed my things at home and went to grandma's house again. Grandma was surprised to see me back. "Why are you back again?" "I decided to stay here for a while." Grandma smiled happily after listening.
Remember, my friend, never let the person who loves you wait. That kind of waiting is actually another form of injury. Every step you take, there are people who love you with you.
My Growth Story Composition II
Stories of growing up, like the stars in the sky, are endless. Today I will choose the brightest star to tell you.
When I was young, I went to my grandmother's house in autumn. I always see big brother holding a big clip made by grandpa and picking red persimmons. Every time I pick one, my eldest brother will say excitedly, "Wow! I picked another one! " Because I am young, I can't pick, so I can only "watch" on the side. I feel tall this year and I am in the fourth grade. I'm sure I can help my grandmother pick persimmons!
One afternoon in early autumn, we came to grandma's house, and grandma warmly received us. I said excitedly, "Grandma, I want to pick persimmons!" " Grandma said, "OK, OK, look, I'm picking it." "I saw grandpa busy. I ran over in three steps and said, "grandpa, let me pick some!" ""Grandpa looked at me and said with a smile, "You didn't pick it, did you?" Then he patted his chest and said confidently, "How do you know if you don't try? You can do it. Please believe me. " As I spoke, I jumped on the ladder like a monkey and swished halfway up. Oh, no, I forgot I have acrophobia. I looked down and felt my body shaking, and closed my eyes in fear. What should I do? Going down or coming up, there are so many pairs of eyes staring at me on the ground. At this moment, I don't know where I got the courage. I began to climb step by step, and finally climbed to the last step, bang! I landed on my feet and stood firmly on the roof. Whoo! How exciting!
At this time, the eldest brother shouted on the ground: "Hurry up, wait until the flowers fade." I woke up from a dream and quickly aimed at the persimmon folder and caught it! I pulled hard, yeah! I can't believe the persimmon hasn't moved! I pulled again, but it still didn't move. It seems that I have to change my tactics. I turned around with a clip in my hand, huh? Why don't you come down? I'll turn around. Haha, persimmons are easy to catch. Great! I took a big clip and looked for the next target. I saw a big persimmon, a clip and a turn. Wow, it worked. I hummed a ditty excitedly. Although it took some effort, I can finally pick persimmons by myself. It seems that I have really grown up. How can I not be happy?
At this time, the sun has quietly set down the mountain, and the people who collect crops have left in twos and threes, and the noisy fields have gradually returned to calm. Only birds are still bathed in the afterglow of the sunset glow and flying freely in the sky. Looking at a basket full of persimmons, my heart is as sweet as honey.
My Growth Story Composition III
Growing adolescence is a beautiful music, growing adolescence is a colorful picture ... in these pictures, there are some mistakes and stupid things that happen in my life.
I remember it was a day two years ago. It was very hot that day. The sun burns the earth like a big fireball. I felt too hot, so I went to the store with my classmates to buy popsicles.
The owner of this small shop is an old man with white hair. He always smiles and looks very kind. On that day, students rushed to buy popsicles with money. Soon, all the students bought popsicles and ran away. Watching the students eat popsicles one by one, I really want to eat them, but I have no money in my pocket. What should I do? I hesitated a little, and then bravely said to the shopkeeper, "Grandpa, I gave you money. Where's my popsicle? " The boss probably can't remember who gave money and who didn't, because there were too many people. After listening to my words, he said kindly, "little friend, I forgot to give you an ice cream." I took the popsicle and went home happily.
In the evening, I sat on the sofa, reading my favorite book about honesty, and I was very happy. Suddenly, a sentence about honesty in the book left me speechless.
I thought: I cheated the old man in the small shop this afternoon and cheated him with an popsicle. Is popsicle more important than honesty? Popsicles can be bought with money, but honesty can't be bought with money. After a fierce ideological struggle, I decided to give the money to the old man in the small shop.
When I came to the shop, I was ashamed to say to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I lied to you with an popsicle yesterday. Sorry! " "After listening to my explanation, grandpa said," Alas! Just one popsicle, that popsicle, I'll give it to you! " Grandpa smiled and said that he didn't charge any money.
Now, I gradually understand the importance of honesty, a dishonest person, no one will associate with him, and he will accomplish nothing in the future.
My Growth Story Composition IV
The story of growing up is like a bowl of whole grain soup, which is bittersweet and memorable. Learning to ride a bike in my growing story is my most unforgettable thing!
I remember when I was in the middle class in kindergarten, I saw children about my age already riding bicycles in the community, riding fast and circling in the community again and again. I envy it and want to ride like this in front of others. So I asked my father to help me unload the auxiliary wheel of my bike and took the initiative to say to my father; Dad, I want to ride a bike, too Dad smiled and said to me; Really, learn to ride a bike and learn to wrestle! Prepare yourself mentally! I nodded at once. I got on my bike, held the handle, sat on my ankle and stood on tiptoe. Dad pushed me behind the bike with one hand. I pushed hard and immediately two small wheels turned. Dad pushed and ran, and strongly encouraged me to look forward, hold the handle tightly and master the brakes. Dad felt particularly safe around him, and rode around the community to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Just as I was triumphant, I suddenly saw a car in front of me, and my psychological center of gravity was unstable and I fell off my bike. The fall threw me over. Dad helped me home, and the fall scared me. I haven't dared to practice cycling in the community for a long time!
Over time, many children in the community will ride bicycles, and they will ride in groups after each meal. Envy and jealousy, I secretly made up my mind to learn to ride. I asked my father for help again and asked him to help me finish this arduous task. Every day, we will go downstairs to practice riding a bike, learn from the last lesson, control the brakes as much as possible, and slow down when turning. One day, I was riding a bike, and my father accidentally let go of my hand when I was riding a bike. I am ecstatic, I have never been so relaxed, flying in the blue sky like a newly learned bird!
Success is inseparable from the efforts behind it. This incident made me feel bitter and sweet, and also made me understand that as long as I persist in not giving up, I will succeed. My growth records my laughter and the new moments of every day!
My growth story composition five
If a person breaks her word, she will be punished as she deserves. On the contrary, an honest and trustworthy person will be praised by others.
"Jingle Bell …" When the bell rang, I saw the math teacher striding into the classroom with a big stack of test papers. "pa!" With a heavy sound, the test paper was put on the table by the teacher. The teacher said seriously, "This class is a quiz. Who dares to peek, I will give him zero! " "There were shouts all around:" Teacher, you suddenly attacked again. Can we review it? "The teacher picked up a ruler and smashed it on the platform, saying," I'll see who dares to protest! ""the whole classroom was quiet in an instant.
The exam began and the teacher quickly handed out the test paper. After handing out the test paper, there was only the sound of writing in the classroom. Halfway through, I was stumped by a question. Just as I was thinking about how to write this question, I had a brainwave-isn't that the study Committee member sitting behind me? So I looked around and saw that the teacher didn't pay attention, so I quietly turned my head to see the answer. Just as I turned around, I saw a huge figure beside me. "It's a teacher! My behavior must have been discovered by the teacher. " If not, the teacher asked in a low voice, "What were you doing just now?" I faltered and answered, "The students at the back were asking questions just now ..." Hearing this, the teacher criticized the study committee.
Although that thing has passed, the picture at that time has been engraved in my mind until the day when the paper was handed out. Instead of criticizing me, the teacher praised me.
Through this incident, I understand that it is not terrible for a person to fail. The terrible thing is that that person has lost his integrity.
My Growth Story Composition VI
Growth, like a small river, has been flowing quietly. The fish in the water is a growing story, with both happiness and sadness.
On a hot summer day, I'm going to take the Piano Band Five exam. When I arrived at the stadium, my mother said to me, "Relax, son." I nodded, but it didn't last long The last voice I wanted to hear came to my mind: "Please wait in the waiting room at No.6018 and No.6018." I came to the training room to practice, but as long as I put my hand on the keys, my hand will tremble and my nervous heart will slowly rise. I looked up at the window, ah! The garden outside the window is really beautiful. Birds are singing in the branches and butterflies are flying in the air. Especially in the yard, the wall of Parthenocissus tricuspidata is so green that the sun shines on the tender leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. It seems that Parthenocissus tricuspidata is full of vitality, jumping on it like gentle and lovely elves, shining with charming and broad light. My mood gradually calmed down. I started practicing the piano. After a while, a series of voices came to my ears: "No.6018, No.6018, please perform on stage."
I took the music to the stage, greeted the audience and the judges, and then began to play. Let's listen to The Dream of Foreign Dolls first. It sounds as if the doll is right in front of us. Listen to To Alice again. The beautiful piano sound reveals Alice's beauty. After playing this song, the audience applauded as if they were tired. The judge teacher looked at me with a smile and said to me, "Little friend, you are one of the top ten." I jumped for joy. When I walked out of the stadium, I looked at the flowers and grass. I smiled happily.
The growing river flows quietly, and the small fish in the river are fast and slow. Growing up always makes me feel happy and extremely happy.
My Growth Story Composition VII
I like all the small animals around me. I like wild cats coming out of the grass. I envy other people's domestic puppies, and I often miss my neighbor's hamster. Because my mother taught me to love small animals, they have the same pains and joys as us.
When I was 2 years old, my neighbor Huang Yi and I went downstairs to play. We used branches to pull soil at will. For me at that time, such a move was also full of fun.
Suddenly, we dug out two soft, slippery and wriggling "bugs" from the soil. They are all brown, with sharp heads and no feet. They seem to be very dissatisfied with our attack and desperately want to get back into the soil.
Huang Yi and I are very interested in the prey we catch. We held it in our hands, touched it everywhere, picked it up and shook it a few times, watching it wriggle in the air. It was fun. At this time, my mother came to tell us that they were called earthworms. Eating rotten plants in the soil helps to loosen the soil and is of great help to flowers and trees. Mother asked us to put the earthworm back in the soil after observing it.
However, this is our "labor achievement" and we refuse to let go easily. We continue our own game and let earthworms struggle on the concrete floor in the sun. At first, the earthworm was still trying to wriggle, trying to find its way home, but later it became a weak swing. "Is it too hot?" Huang Wei said. "Shall we put them in the lake and let them swim?" I said. We all think this idea is very good. So I caught two earthworms and threw them into the lake. The earthworm didn't float, but sank directly. "Mom, mom!" I quickly asked my mother to save them.
Mom found out and criticized us. Mother said that the earthworm can't swim, and throwing it into the lake is equivalent to killing it. And let us remember that animals are also life, just like us, they will avoid pain and seek happiness, and we are not allowed to hurt small animals at will. This is the first time that my mother criticized me so severely. My tears came down, but I also deeply remembered that we should cherish small animals, even a bug, and we should not deprive them of their lives at will.
My Growth Story Composition Eight
Each of us will encounter some special things when we grow up. For example: I accidentally swallowed the water in the swimming pool when I was swimming ... Now, let me tell you what impressed me most when I was growing up!
Just after school that day, I ran home with a 100-meter toilet class. But who knows, when I ran to the crossroads, my foot slipped and I fell to the ground. I looked down and it turned out to be a watermelon skin. I shouted: "Who threw this watermelon skin!" No one answered, so I thought: The man who threw watermelon skin must have gone far. I have no choice but to throw the watermelon skin into the trash can. "Why is watermelon skin so slippery?" I thought about this question as I walked.
I didn't know this problem until I went downstairs: some people will leave a little pulp after eating watermelon, which contains a lot of water. As soon as I stepped on it, the water in the pulp was squeezed out and I slipped.
When I got home, my mother quickly handed me a watermelon: "Eat quickly!" " ""yes, I want to make an invention with watermelon skin! "After that, I ate like a pig. After a while, I ate seven watermelons. I went to my mother's house, got some ropes and started my invention.
I put my foot on the watermelon skin, and then tied my foot with the watermelon skin with a rope. "You're finished! I'll try skating first. " I am happy to say. I walked into the corridor and slid from one end to the other, and then from one end to the other. "The test slides were successful. I want to show it to my friends. " After that, I ran to find my little friend.
Next, let me talk about the second thing that I remember deeply!
On this day, I got up in the morning and began to do my English homework. After writing, I glanced at the time: "It's half past ten! I'm half an hour late! " Then I went to an English class. In English class, I was punished for copying words. This matter is something I will never forget!
After writing this composition, I know that people have different unforgettable things in their lives.
My Growth Story Composition Nine
I remember one evening last summer vacation, I walked with my mother and walked into a shop unconsciously.
Soon after we walked into the store, I found delicious popcorn. Just when I was fascinated by the smell of popcorn and stopped, I reached out and grabbed my mother's skirt, saying, "Mom, mom, I want to eat popcorn." At this time, the person caught by my skirt said to me, "little friend, I am not your mother!" " Where do you think mom will go? "I heard this gentle voice and looked up. It turned out to be a strange aunt, and my hand was still pulling her skirt. My face turned red and I was embarrassed. I quickly let go and wanted to find my mother. But I looked around and looked for several rows of shelves, but I didn't see my mother. I can't find my mother. I am so sad that tears keep falling like broken beads. I wonder if my mother left me on purpose and didn't want me anymore. I looked up and saw an aunt who bought vegetables staring at me with big eyes, and the uncle in the trash can next to me stared at me, as if planning something for me. I'm very scared.
In this short time, some people in the shop came and went around me. A gray-haired grandmother kindly said to me, "what's wrong with you, little friend?" Why are you crying alone? What about your family? " I dare not answer. An uncle with glasses also said, "Why is this child crying alone? Is he separated from his family or abandoned by his family? " Others say that children's clothes don't look like they were abandoned by their families. I really want to find a hole to get into. Why don't I eat and be separated from my mother? When I was sad, I saw a man rushing by in the distance. I took a closer look. Isn't this the mother I've been looking for but can't find? I rushed to her and threw myself into my mother's arms. I said to her with anger and joy, "Mom, bad mother, where have you been? I am so anxious that I can't find you anywhere. " My mother comforted me: "okay, don't be sad, mom will take you home." Then hold me tightly and say goodbye to the people around you. "Great, I can finally go home with my mother," I shouted. At that moment, I realized that it's good to have a mother! It is an ordinary and happy thing to be accompanied by family when you grow up!
After this incident, I feel that growing up is like a starry sky, and some wonderful stories that happened in it made me feel the beauty of life!
My Growth Story Composition 10
The river of memory flows quietly, and the small fish in the river keep swimming, fast and slow, and gradually, they all disappear with time. However, there is a colorful little fish still in the river, and more importantly, it stays in my heart.
It was a winter in 20 17, and I participated in the semi-final selection of Lianxi story. The biting north wind can't stop my happy mood. I am very happy to come to the first floor of Minghui City in Chenzhou. When I walked in, I saw a big stage in the shopping center. People are going in and out of the busy shopping center. I looked around curiously and saw my friends who studied dance with me and the busy judges.
Half an hour later, the judge asked me to draw lots. At that moment, I was very nervous and my hands were shaking all the time. When the judge teacher put the number plate in front of me, I carefully drew one and prayed "good luck to myself" while drawing it. When I took out the number plate, I saw that it was number six. I ran to tell my mother, and her mother said, "Good luck is good luck!" " I'm not so nervous when I hear my mother say this.
The game has started. I walked onto the stage with a smile. First, I introduced myself, then I told a short story, and finally I acted this short story into a short play. Slowly, I devoted myself to the plot and forgot the word "nervous". After the performance, the judges gave me a thumbs-up and said, "You are the best!" " After listening to the judges' words, I was filled with joy and silently encouraged myself to say, "Come on! Duan Wei, come on! I am the best! " I walked off the stage happily. That day, after I came out of the competition field, I looked at the bright sunshine. Wuling Square is very lively, and my heart is as bright as this sunshine.
The river still flows quietly, and the small fish in the river still flows through the river as before, fast and slow, and everything is so calm. But my heart can't be calm for a long time, because of this growing story and this unforgettable little fish!
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