There are joys and sorrows, feelings and tears on the road to growth. These are all good memories on the road of life. Among them, the learning process of guzheng should have the deepest influence on me!
Counting by my fingers, I have been studying guzheng for six or seven years, and the meeting with guzheng was completely accidental.
I still remember when I was five years old, I went out to play, and I happened to pass by a musical instrument store, where I was having a guzheng class. I was shocked when I walked to the door. How wonderful the piano sounds! The tinkling sound of running water, the surging sound of waterfalls and the sound of fingertips sliding over the strings fascinate me.
"Mom, I want to learn guzheng, too!" On the way home, I told my mother my wish with great interest. "Learn guzheng? Yes, but you must think clearly, do you really like guzheng? " Mom replied.
I nodded eagerly: "Of course!"
"Well, I'll give you a lesson in a couple of days. You have to learn one thing persistently! " So, I officially became a member of the Guzheng class.
But guzheng is not so studious, showing a score recognition makes me very headache! But as the saying goes, "Where there is a will, there is a way." Now, isn't it a difficult task for me to recognize music? How can you easily admit defeat in such a small trouble? I have been making progress with this indomitable spirit. But no matter what I do, I will encounter bottle collars, and of course I am no exception. I once thought about giving up. I asked myself again and again why I chose to learn guzheng, but in the end my reason won! I won't give up and I don't want to give up. I can't let myself lay the foundation for many years and waste it! This belief has been with me for six years.
When I was very young, although I liked playing the piano, I always thought it was a hard job. Although practicing piano is very hard now, I am always happy when playing music. It is like walking on a road full of mud and thorns. It's hard, always scarred, but when we reach the finish line or where we want to go, and look back at those times when we fall and get up again and again, we will find that it's all worth it! It's just like growing up! There will be ups and downs on the road to growth, but when you grow up, your injury will become glory!
Do everything the same, never give up, not afraid of difficulties, climb to the top of the mountain and see the most beautiful scenery.
Chapter II The Road to Growth 8th grade's composition is 800 words.
Growth is exploration, pursuit, persistence and protection. The guardian of good humanity.
When I was growing up, I would like to thank my family for their teaching and support. They have always encouraged me and supported me. The road to growth is like a rolling mountain. I will always try to climb to the top and experience the feeling that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... Although the process is very hard, I will step by step through what I have learned. Growth needs a process.
In fact, one thing in life will make us grow a lot, or learning can also make us grow, which makes me remember deeply.
Once, my mother and I went shopping for clothes. The weather is very sunny. We are happy to buy clothes. When I arrived, I bought clothes for dinner. We saw an uncle with long hair, tall and thin. His legs are bad, so he can only crawl. Passers-by looked at her with strange eyes. He looked at them with a rice bowl and asked for money to buy food. What's more, no one gave him a penny. He climbed up to my mother and me. I only had two dollars left in my pocket, so I handed it to him. After a while, somehow, it rained heavily. It is raining harder and harder, and it is still thundering. My mother and I ran to shelter from the rain. I think, he can't walk, where to shelter from the rain? I picked up my umbrella and ran to the original place to find him. Fortunately, he didn't go far. I handed him my umbrella and he said, "Thank you." My mother also came over and said, "Brother, are you sure you haven't eaten? I have 20 yuan here. " My mother asked me to buy rice for this uncle. I went to buy a bowl of hot box lunch and gave it to this uncle. I am very happy to see the smile on my uncle's face, and our hearts are also very happy. It's sunny. I went back with my mother. My mother told me not to stay away from the disabled just because my parents are ugly. We should learn to help each other. Even if we don't have much ability, we can ask for help. Really let me gain a lot and grow a lot. I will help them when I see people like them in the future. In fact, every little thing can make us grow a lot, and step by step growth can bring us closer and closer to our goals.
Growth is like a ray of sunshine, we can grow up in difficulties and hardships. As the saying goes, "sunshine always comes after the wind and rain, and it grows like sunshine." We can grow up after good nutrition.
The third road to growth 8th grade's composition is 800 words
Life is like a plate of spices-ups and downs, everything is ready; Life is like a century-old wine-intoxicating; Life is like the stars in the sky, bright and twinkling. There are pains and joys in the process of life; Let me tell you about my happy journey!
It was a cold 30-year-old night, and several of our brothers and sisters sat together to watch the Spring Festival party, which was an indispensable program in the Spring Festival. While we were watching the program on TV with a smile, my aunt brought a small box, and our curiosity was aroused instantly. We all bent down to see what was in the box.
Aunt said, "These are five pencil boxes that your little uncle bought in Shanghai. Four of them are from 28 yuan, and only one is from 50 yuan, but they can't be divided equally. They should be distributed in a fair way. "
I looked at five pencil boxes. There is a Fuwa on the 28 yuan, with only one floor. 50 yuan's pencil box has two floors and five Fuwa.
Sister said: "Do you want to use" stone ","scissors "and" cloth "? My sister's idea of "no" was rejected by me. " Do you want to draw lots! "Good" Everyone agrees with my idea.
Dad tore up the note and uncle signed it. In a short time, the sign was finished, and I drew it in order from small to large. I'm the second. My heart thumped when I drew the lottery, for fear that I would choose the wrong one again. I'll look at this for a while and hesitate about that for a while. Everyone is urging me: "Hurry up! There are people behind. " I finally made a choice, caught the third sign, and my palms sweated slightly.
I opened the note, wow! It turned out to be "5". I'm so happy. After I received the most expensive pencil case "5" from my father, my heart was sweeter than eating honey and candy. Look at their envious eyes. In my opinion, they are like a deflated ball, depressed.
"Ha ha ha ha", I am still happy for a long time in retrospect, and I feel that the air around me has become fresh.
This is a happy little thing for me. Although the process was tense, I finally got my own happiness.
I still use this pencil case now, and every time I see it, I will think of that tense and happy process.
This is a happy thing when I was growing up. What about yours?
The fourth road to growth 8th grade composition 800 words.
In the village next to the primary school, the grass is lush, and full of green, with wild flowers the size of coins, grows densely on a meadow, which is very comfortable from a distance. This can't help but remind me of something that happened last summer that I regret all my life and remember vividly.
The breath of summer hangs over the whole city, and the sultry weather makes people a little annoyed. Under such weather conditions, we have already ushered in the final exam, and I didn't pay much attention to this exam, because I can completely blame this failure on this unsatisfactory weather. Thinking so naively, I neglected the day before the exam, another day.
As the exam approaches, I know I won't do well in the exam, and there's really nothing I can do.
After two days' rest, the exam results have come out. At that class meeting, the teacher handed out the papers in all subjects to themselves. Looking at bright red handwriting and dazzling achievements, tears moistened my eyes. I think this is probably a pity.
When I got home, my mother had a test paper in her hand and her face was gloomy. She wanted to say something, but she was embarrassed. So we were silent for about ten minutes. I found my mother's face getting darker and darker. Sure enough, an explosive war began. My mother scolded me upside down in anger, and I was not in a good temper, so I slammed the door and left. I walked on the gray street, and the weather was gray, but compared with my mood, it was nothing. The gray environment is like a purifier, and I regret it more and more. How can I do this because of my grades? Helpless, I went to my classmate's house for the night.
The next day, I came home, but when my mother opened the door, I was shocked. My mother has several cuts on her leg. Although it has been treated, it is still red. I can't believe it's true. How did my mother get hurt like this?
It turns out that my mother went out for a walk half an hour after I left. Finally came to the village next to the primary school where I often go to play. But the village was being renovated for some time, and there was a sunken place, and my mother accidentally fell down. Hearing this, my eyes are moist again. This time, it's probably guilt and remorse.
I looked at this beautiful village, this completed road, and I decided that I would never be willful again and never let my mother get hurt again. Yes, I really grew up that day.