Growth, like a river with a long history, has caused waves in my life journey; From small to large, like a lush tree, my footprints are recorded in the annual rings. Ah, my growth is like a poem and a dream.

Growing up day by day, I am changing, I am harvesting, flowers bloom and fall, quietly.

I was still young. When I was a child, I was naive, naughty, lively and smart. Growing up, for me, is from being happy as a lollipop to no longer taking pleasure in sugar. At that time, I cried every day to let adults tell stories with me and play games that bothered adults. My childhood flowed in grandma's yard, and grandma became an inseparable relative in my mind.

Growing up, I realized that I was not always like that. When I was a child, one accident followed another, and pranks almost became my whole life. Once, I turned a blind eye to a little water in the tank and jumped in at once. As a result, I sprained my foot and my clothes were soaked like a drowned rat.

Now it seems that I was a little bastard who didn't know anything at that time. It was in the process of my growth that I lost those things and gained many new things.

Then I went to primary school. This made me realize for the first time that what is printed in black on thin paper and stuck together is called a book. For the first time, I knew that the world was not just as big as Suifenhe. For the first time, I made friends with people other than my parents ... one after another for the first time, I learned a lot. Yes, growing up freed me from my naughty childhood, let me know what to do and what not to do, and also know that I have to finish my homework. Growth will really bring happiness to people and a more wonderful world.

Now, growth is a dream of soaring in the blue sky like an eagle. The dream is in my heart. I will only do it if I let it fly. Only if I do it bravely will my dream come true and I will succeed. With the growth of my dream and flying high, I have given my favorite gifts-sense of responsibility, friendship, youth and gratitude to others. Me too, my dream is growing day by day. Growth makes me fly my dreams, growth makes me work harder, and growth makes me chase and soar. Growth makes me more mature and more rain or shine.

When I grow up, you are like a tree ring, recording the storms I have experienced; It is a calendar year after year, which tells my changes invisibly; Like a beating note, it plays a movement that touches my heartstrings; It is a river that jumps happily, flows happily and has no fear.

The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory. ...

Golden childhood is beautiful, colorful teenagers are beautiful, leaving my growing footprints everywhere.

I grew up in a library full of books.

From the day I first learned to read, books became my mentor, taught me knowledge and taught me to be a man. Every Sunday, I will plunge into the library and swim freely in the sea of books. Sometimes I want to make a floor and stay in the bookstore. On my tenth birthday, my sister gave me a library card. I can borrow my favorite books and read them at home. Now, I have read a lot of books in my bookstore and learned a lot from them.

The campus full of friendship left my growing footprints.

When I was in grade five, I met a good friend. Her name was Jiao Xiangou. We once made a beautiful vow on the ladder on campus: to be the best friends for life. Every time between classes, we will stroll around the campus and talk about everything and exchange our reading experience. Under her influence, my personality gradually became cheerful and my courage gradually increased. Once, the Chinese teacher misunderstood me. I want to explain to the teacher, but I don't have the courage. She asked me what I was afraid of, and I said I was afraid of nothing. She said, "In this case, you have no reason to be afraid. It doesn't matter if you go. "

With her repeated encouragement, I finally got up the courage to walk to the office. From then on, whenever I encounter difficulties, I will think of her, and I will have courage to think of her.

When I was a teenager, my growing footprints were left in my warm family.

Now, I am more and more aware of my parents' love for me, that kind of selfless love. When I get to middle school, I have to get up early every day because I have to study by myself in the morning. But after a hard day, my mother got up earlier than me. In the symphony of pots and pans, I began to wash my face and brush my teeth. After washing, I am waiting for a hearty and emotional breakfast. A few pure lilies are embroidered on the white tablecloth, and some blooming flowers are inserted in the vase. Two fried eggs, a glass of milk and some delicious snacks. This is my breakfast. For more than a year, I started my study life with this breakfast every day.

Beautiful parks, amusement parks full of laughter and busy streets. . . . . .

I grew up anywhere.

Comments: The author draws materials from bookstores, schools and families, and writes his own growth footprint with smooth brushstrokes and sincere feelings. It can be seen that the little author is a caring, knowledgeable and positive teenager.

Spider story

Today, I was lying in bed alone with my eyes half open and half closed. Inadvertently, I saw something black on the wall. I thought: Could it be a spider? Out of curiosity, I stood up and looked forward. Unexpectedly, it actually moved. Ah! It is really an "eight-legged freak"! I shouted in horror. You know, the insect I am most afraid of is spiders. This spider is black and big, which is very scary.

Mother heard the crying and came over and asked, "What's the matter?" I stammered, "Here's a spider …" Then she pointed to the spider on the wall. Who knows, my mother casually said, "What do I think? Isn't it spiders that make a fuss? It won't bite. What are you afraid of? " Say that finish and went out. I thought: What is a little spider afraid of? I am hundreds of times older than it! It can be pressed into patties with one finger. I think so, but my eyes are always fixed on the "eight-legged freak", fearing that it will climb into my crib. I saw it crawling and crawling. When it climbed to the edge of the air conditioner, it suddenly fell. My heart thumped and I stared at the spider. I didn't expect it to swing in mid-air. It turned out that this spider was doing acrobatics with the silk it spit out. When it has played enough, it rises like a spring. I sighed, but fortunately I didn't fall into my bed. Alas, it is so.

When I was congratulating myself, I didn't expect it to climb to my crib at a fast speed. I was taken aback. The joy just now has vanished, followed by the heartbeat of "drumming", but this spider didn't know it at all and was still crawling in the direction of my crib. I jumped out of bed and went to move my "rescuer" ... grandpa. Grandpa saw this scene and tore up a newspaper. He put the newspaper in the path of the spider and waited for it to "trap itself", only to see the spider really climb up along the newspaper. Grandpa gently picked up the newspaper, opened the window and put the spider back into nature.

I asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, why didn't you kill the spider?" Grandpa smiled and said to me: "Spiders specialize in mosquitoes and are beneficial insects. We should protect them. " I nodded and thought: you can't just look at the appearance of a thing. Only by knowing more knowledge can we better protect and use them.

Being a nanny for the first time

During my growing up, many things happened every day. They are like stars in the sky, shining in my heart. Today, a shining star crossed my mind again.

I visited my grandmother's house this morning, and my two-and-a-half-year-old son Xiaoding was sent to her grandmother's house for care during menstruation. It happened that my grandmother had something to do, so she gave Xiaoding to me. Grandma said to me when she left, "Be a good nanny and look after the children." Isn't that Doby boy? It was simple, so I agreed.

Who knows, to my surprise, it's not easy to be a nanny. As soon as grandma left, troubles kept coming at me like waves. Look at this little guy. He made a mess of toys, one for the east and one for the west. He hasn't played for five minutes and wants to eat again. I can't help it! I have to work around the house. Worst of all, he was about to pee, and his masterpiece "Boy's Urine" spilled all over the floor. Now I'm busy again, changing my pants and mopping the floor ... If it weren't for my precious son with menstruation, I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't give him a good beating.

"Be a good nanny." Grandma's words have been ringing in my ears. How can I be a good nanny? Funny? Scared? Neither. I have to think of a new way to complete the task given to me by my grandmother, and I secretly made up my mind.

I tried several ways to tease the baby, but they all ended in failure, almost killing me. I am sweating with anxiety. What should I do? I looked around for help, hoping for a hint. Suddenly, my eyes fell on the VCD in the living room, and I immediately had an idea. Yes, that's it! I plugged in the power supply, turned on the VCD switch, put on the song disc, and a beautiful and moving song came from the speaker. Gee, strangely, my cousin seems to be attracted by the charm of music and can't help dancing with it. You see, he twisted little ass, clapped his hands, hummed milk to the music, and his eyebrows blossomed with joy. When I saw my cousin having a good time, I couldn't help laughing. Time, like running water, passes quickly. In a short time, grandma came back, saw her little cousin safe and sound, and wowed me that this little babysitter really had a way. ...

Through this incident, I understand that no matter what a person does, he can do it well as long as he thinks calmly and carefully.

Walking alone at night for the first time

In our life, there have been many firsts. The firsts are like footprints, which are printed on the road of our growth. Among them, the scene of my first night walk is the most unforgettable and haunts me from time to time.

That was five years ago. At that time, I was a guest at my grandmother's house. One night, my cousin bought two popsicles for me 10 yuan and asked me with concern, "Can you do it?" I stammered, "It should be ... it should be ok." I walked out of the house, a little scared, but promised to buy popsicles for my cousin, so I had to bite the bullet and go forward. Because there are tall and straight poplars on both sides of the road, the wind rustles when it blows, and I am afraid. I went to the canteen and bought two popsicles.

I bought a popsicle and ran all the way. When I passed by the cemetery, I suddenly heard the voice of brotherhood of the Wolf. I came to an "emergency stop" and only heard someone shouting, "Get the snow pole!" I turned blue with fear and said, "Who are you?" At this time, a black shadow jumped out of the cemetery. I took a few steps back in fear. At first glance, it turned out to be my cousin. I immediately gave my cousin an ice cream, and we went home after eating.

Through this incident, I understand a truth: there are no ghosts in the world, and scaring myself is not fun at all.

Neighborhood feelings

In today's society, the friendship between neighbors is almost zero. But that day, for the first time, I felt that "a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor." Warm.

It was the weekend after the mid-term exam, and Xiaomi asked me to ride a bike.

The intense review made me unfamiliar with bicycles, and the faucet kept twisting, as if it were an untrained wild horse. Xiaomi said, "I think you can take your bike home!" " In case something really happens. "She seems to be worried about my skills, so I shook my head helplessly:" Well, lest you always yell here! " "Say, turn around, push the car and millet, walked home.

"Mom!" I shouted countless times, but no one answered, alas! I must move my bike by myself! Xiaomi and I struggled to lift our bicycles and walked up the stairs one by one. Suddenly, an old woman came down from upstairs. Isn't this the old woman on the second floor? I said, "Hello, Grandma!" "ouch! What about lifting the car? Let me help you! " Say that finish, picked up the bike and went up. "Grandma, we can take it ourselves." I looked at her thin and short figure, and my heart showed a trace of unspeakable gratitude. "No, I just came down for a walk! Now the old people are idle! "

The bicycle was carried to the third floor. I said, "Grandma, you can carry it here. We will carry it ourselves." But grandma didn't mean to put down her bike at all, and said to me, "Is there such a saying as helping others to the end and sending them to Buddhist paradise?" Grandma turned her eyes to Xiaomi, and Xiaomi quickly hid behind me and said, "Hmm …" Before Xiaomi finished, grandma picked up her bike again, and I was embarrassed to say it, so I helped her hold the rear of the car to lighten her burden.

Grandma nagged at something while carrying the car. In the dark corridor, grandma lit up my heart like a lamp.

Nowadays, "a distant relative is better than a close neighbor." This sentence won't be far away for me, because there is the old woman on the second floor.

Interesting thing

"Amy, come and see, what is this?" As soon as I entered the room after school, I heard my mother calling me in the living room. I came to the living room. Look, mom excitedly raised a green and white hula hoop. Recently, many people like to play hula hoop! Mom, dad and I all want to lose weight through it. In a word, our family is full of strong curiosity about this little hula hoop.

My parents and I didn't turn hula hoops. We think it's simple. Never eaten pork, never seen a pig run? Mom appeared first, only to see that she put the hula hoop around her waist, held her breath, turned her hands sharply to the right, and the hula hoop turned. Unfortunately, after only half a turn, the hula hoop fell heavily to the ground. Next, my father and I appeared in turn, and the result was worse than my mother. Hula hoop fell to the ground again and again, making a noise. Alas, it seems easier said than done! Mom picked up the hula hoop and her eyes fell on my aunt who just entered my house: "Why don't you try?" . Aunt took the hula hoop around her waist and put her hands gently. The hula hoop turned quickly and smoothly. Look at her calm appearance, her waist and crotch just swing slightly, and the hula hoop seems to stick to her, which we envy.

Auntie taught us the skills of hula hoop: we don't need brute force, we need dexterity. The key lies in the crotch, and the speed and stability of the hula hoop are controlled by the movement of the crotch. But it's no use just knowing the skills. You must practice more. My mother and I started practicing. After two days, my mother turned around. I can spin in a few days, but it's not as light as menstruation's. I'm nervous all over, and my body swings a lot, like doing manual labor. Every time I turn around, my mother and aunt are laughing beside me. They say my stomach is like a pig. Hum, I'm not afraid of their blows! I'm always better than dad!

The hardest part is my father. At first, he underestimated his enemies too much and thought that playing hula hoop was just a childish thing. With his extraordinary athletic talent, it must be easy to deal with this small plastic ring. I tried several times and found that it was far from perfect. In the face of our ridicule, my face was a little uncomfortable, so I calmly put down the hula hoop and said, "I will learn it in two days." At night, I was lying in bed and heard the noise from the living room. I secretly opened the door and saw my father practicing hula hoop. Oh, what a pity to die! I tell you, my father's best performance on the hula hoop so far is one and a half laps.

Hula hoop is really a great fitness equipment, which brings health and happiness to our whole family!

One of the most unforgettable things.

The most unforgettable thing in my life is stealing four-color peppers. The taste of those four-color peppers is really indescribable and unforgettable.

There is a small vegetable garden downstairs in grandma's house, which is grandpa He's paradise. He goes there every day to water the vegetables he grows. In this vegetable garden, there are cabbages and peppers. What attracts me most is pepper. Grandpa He planted four-color peppers instead of ordinary peppers. Four-color pepper is a kind of small pepper that can change color. It changes color every season. Spring is green, summer is yellow, autumn is purple and winter is red.

One day I was a guest at my grandmother's house. It's an autumn Saturday morning. Walking to this vegetable garden, I saw the small peppers inside, purple, which looked delicious. I thought: will such purple pepper still be spicy? It must be delicious, so I had an idea to choose one and try it. Nobody knows anyway.

I saw no one around, so I ran over. I pulled it with my hand and took it off. I ran to grandma's house like a treasure. When I got home and saw no one, I was relieved. Then, put the pepper washed with water into your mouth to chew. It doesn't matter if you don't chew it, it will break once you chew it. Suddenly, my tongue and throat were like fire, and it was too hot to speak. I quickly ran to the tap, no matter whether it was tap water or pure water, I swallowed it in one gulp, and the burning feeling gradually disappeared. I didn't expect these four-color peppers to be ten times hotter than other peppers.

This is really an unforgettable thing!

A pity.

In my mind, there are many things, including joy, anger, sadness, fear and so on. There is one thing I regret.

It was the third day of the first-year Chinese unit exam. Today, I handed out the test paper. I came to school early and sat in my seat waiting for class. The bell rang and the class began. I saw the teacher walk into the teacher with a test paper and said to us, "classmates, everyone did well in the exam this time, but some students didn't do well in the exam." Try harder! " After that, distribute the test papers. After listening to the teacher's words, I was ecstatic and thought I could get a high score this time. However, people are not as good as heaven. When the test paper was handed to me, I saw "8 1.5" clearly written in the upper right corner of the test paper. I was dumbfounded. My Chinese has never been below 87 since I studied, but this time I broke the record. I didn't listen to anything the teacher said, only that we should take it to our parents for signature after school.

I feel uneasy when I come home from school. I don't know how to solve this signature. I told my mother that I was afraid of being scolded by her and didn't tell her. What should I do with this signature? My heart is really "fifteen fights-seven ups and downs". My mother came over and saw me like this and said to me, "What's the matter? What's not telling me?" "No ... nothing." I quickly said. Suddenly, a good idea came to me. I remember last time I had a test paper with my mother's signature on it. I immediately took out my test paper and pen and drew 100 points against the signature on the test paper. Wow, it really looks like it!

Just when I was about to forget about it, my mother found this test paper and walked up to me in a daze and asked, "I don't think I signed it?" Seeing that I couldn't hide it, I told my mother the whole story. I thought my mother was going to scold me or even hit me, but nothing happened. My mother said to me gently, "silly boy, it doesn't matter if you get in." My mother doesn't blame you, as long as you try your best. But you pretended to be my mother's signature, lied to my mother and lied to my teacher. Is this what a good boy should do? " I looked down in shame and blushed at once.

Unforgettable things

After the mid-term exam, I only got 89 points. I hope there is a crack to let me in. The thought that my mother might criticize me angrily scares me.

When I got home, I hid the test paper in the bookcase and then pretended to do my homework as if nothing had happened.

In the evening, my mother came back. She saw something was wrong with my expression and asked with concern, "What's the matter, my expression is so strange?" I stammered, "No ... nothing."

Unexpectedly, my mother was really ingenious and suddenly asked me, "By the way, did the mid-term exam results come out?"

My in the mind a surprised! Carefully ask: "If I don't do well in the exam, will you say me?"

Mom seems to understand something. She turned back to her room and took out a box for me, saying it was a gift for me. I took the gift puzzled. Today is not my birthday, nor is it a special day. Why do you want to give me a gift? My mother saw that I was puzzled and smiled and said, "Just open it and have a look."

So, I opened the box held by my mother, and found a small hole under the box, with my mother's thumb sticking out and a smiling face painted on it!

Mom smiled again and said, "Your mother will be angry if you don't pay 120. But it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam as long as you work hard. If you continue to work hard, you will get good grades. Mom believes you can do it! "

My mood suddenly brightened up a lot. Thank you, mom. You gave me a good spiritual gift.

Growing footprint

When I was a child, under the influence of my father, fighting between squares in chess would make me uneasy, but my father was good at chess, but he never let me. So after repeated failures, I complained to my mother with tears in my eyes, and her mother said, "Leave her alone!" " The child is still young. Father said, "Son, anything is meaningful only if you struggle. Before you succeed, you must accept failure. "Although I didn't understand his earnest words at that time, I knew it was very important. Oh! When I grow up, teach me to accept failure!

After school, although I am sensible, my mother always looks at me and says, "Hey, when can I grow up?" It was not until this happened that my mother looked at me with a smile-because when I was 9 years old, children of my age had learned to ride a bike, and I wanted to learn. My mother firmly opposed it, saying that I was young and afraid of hurting me. Under my stubbornness, my mother agreed. Finally, in the "lullaby" that I taught myself to ride a bike, a silver-haired grandmother was knocked down by me and sent away with guilt.

Grandma realized that she was a lonely old man when she came home, so I said, "I will come to see you often in the future." I did, and until now, my mother looked at me with confidence. Oh, grow up and teach me what responsibility is.

In fact, growth is like this, full of colorful sunshine, happiness of success, plain sureness, passion of struggle and boundless romance.

Growth is not as colorful as the writer described, and the road to growth is not smooth. Growth is the intersection of ups and downs. We are looking for new sweetness in the alternation of these four intersections, and may also inject new bitterness, but we firmly believe that "there is no eternal night in the world, and there is no eternal winter in the world"!

Pick up the footprints of growing up in the sun

Once upon a time, I was fascinated to hide in the corner for a period of time, quietly missing a growing palm print. -inscription

Holding the innocent skirt, I stumbled to bid farewell to childishness and fell into a strange environment-loneliness. I have been groping, sweating, and watching the sailboat of hope get lost in the whirlpool. It turns out that the drift bottle is like an expired ticket, and I don't know the news. As a result, the dream suddenly broke like glass in the eyes, and the lost heart sighed alone at Genting. When there is a haze in the distant sky, it never stops raining. Walking in the street, I accidentally saw a woman walking slowly on the zebra crossing in the middle of the road. She, eating melon seeds, is not elegant. However, in the torrential rain, occasionally passing cars whizzed past her, and she hit me calmly and serenely. Who else can calmly eat melon seeds and walk safely in such adversity? Just like this rain, even if it pours down, it can't stop growth. Fog can tell the direction. One summer night, the brightest star turned into a light fire that condensed in my palm every night. I started chasing with a smile. I want to learn a song on the way and sing it to Shan. Take a bunch of sunshine and give it to the pine forest; Pick up a red leaf and iron it in your heart; Don't want a daisy to bring unbeaten spring. Looking back frequently, what you get is not necessarily the gold powder memory of the distant mountain. Perhaps a wish to see the clouds was shattered in Yan's study, or perhaps a good date was lost by the residual lotus listening to the rain. Loss and pain will not be absent in growth, what is important is how to feel their value with your heart. People always overlap a life in different pains. If there is no such overlap in life, it is impossible to achieve its tenacity and breadth. Growth is like a heavy letter. If you don't experience the wind and rain on the road, you can't get where you want to go. At any time, pain is no reason for indulgence. I have always believed that growth is the naked miracle in the world. It makes people learn to care in warmth, ignite hope again and again, and write sweetly again and again; However, it clearly has a stubborn hard bone bulge, which makes people understand strength and responsibility in the mud. Growth is a kind of greatness that is constantly reviewed in ordinary pain. I wake up in pain and trudge on the road of growth ... I often wonder where the end of growth is and what kind of girl I will become in the future. Is that so? Simple eyebrows, stubborn lips, watery eyes, gentle smile like the wind, and occasional tears can't stop your full sincerity. It's low-key. No, it's calm. This calm passion can't be concealed. I like to travel, I like to record moving moments in words, I like literature, and I am so persistent. I always adhere to my own style, unrestrained, like a pine tree, free and happy to grow into a unique, an art, when I stand in front of those unparalleled beauty for a long time, from different angles, with different eager eyes to look up. They always give me inexplicable feelings and heartfelt sighs. I finally found that there is such a simple world outside the noisy world, and here, my mind is really full, and I really grow up in the harvest season. This mental growth has transformed my soul into the color of life. Some people say that if a wish in this world is frequently noticed, it will lay the groundwork and wait for the afterlife to pursue and stay together. Then, please let me appreciate the happiness and hardship of growing up all my life, and let me pick up the footprints of growing up in the sun. I believe that the warmest comes from the coldest, and the warmest is actually an understanding of the coldest. I believe that growth teaches us not only tolerance and sentiment, but also a belief that flowers can wither, but it will never be spring.