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 recess, we will? Are you all loyal to t? Braised orange stall? What's the matter with you? Scratch? Is this businessman willing to do it? Persimmons are like cockroaches? ㄗソゴ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ ㄥ? Are you fresh? Song Yao? Is the ant dish fresh? Stop? Are you afraid of shaking apricots? k？ What's the rate for decoration? Eat less cooking sickness and worry about it. Be good at it and be lazy! ?
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, I left a growing footprint in a 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.
I remember that it was a book with a thin black cover, which was sandwiched in a corner on the second floor of the bookshelf. I couldn't help but open it again. I saw on the first page that "my son was born at noon in 0 199 12 ... my son is one and a half years old. This afternoon, he built a house by himself with building blocks ... I came home and saw my son sitting in a drawer fiddling with his clothes. I really don't know how he climbed into the drawer taller than others ... my son ... "I couldn't help laughing and laughed happily. This is what I looked like when I was a child. Only by immersing myself in the memories of that year can I feel relaxed and calm my repressed and distorted mind.
I quickly scanned my growth history, and my mother was very careful. She recorded what I had forgotten. "My son is 8 years old and very compassionate. When he saw an old woman begging on the roadside, he did not hesitate to give her pocket money ... My son loves labor very much, and the heavy work of sweeping the floor and washing clothes is rushing to do it! " I was shocked. Now when you see beggars, you always use the word "cheat money". I can't wash clothes and sweep the floor. If my parents let me work, I will also prevaricate with words like "I am nervous about my studies" and "I have no time". I've changed so much, all negative changes. I have lost my sympathy and enthusiasm for my work, perhaps more unknown. I sat down in shock, and all kinds of mistakes flashed through my mind.
I am in a bad mood. I turned to the thick growth history and quickly turned to the third chapter. I saw my mother write: "My son has entered the third grade, and his learning task is heavy. I know he is under great pressure and has a bad temper. He made his father angry again yesterday ... his son's grades are not as good as those in primary school, and his future worries me and his father. Take it out on me if something happens ... "I was shocked again. I can't believe that I have done so many "bad behaviors" to my parents, the parents who gave birth to me and raised me. I use these to satisfy my "abnormal psychology".
An idea flashed like a crackle. Have I really grown up? Physically, I may have grown up, but psychologically, I feel that I have shrunk. I sat on the ground in dismay when familiar footsteps came. It's my mother. She patted me on the shoulder: "What's the matter?" I smiled apologetically and said nothing, then stood up and went back to my room.
There was a little fire in my heart and I had confidence again. I want to change myself, I want to repay my parents, I want to regret that black book, and I won't let my growth footprint stay!
"Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms are thanks, and there are times when they bloom again. " But childhood, how can that happy time be gone forever? Did it escape? Or should I let go? Yes, childhood will die, stay.
Just sporadic memories, just a few shells on the beach, just a few shallow footprints on the road to growth. ...
3 years old-literary enlightenment
When I was 3 years old, I was still a blank sheet of paper. At that time, I still didn't understand the world. My mother is my first teacher. She taught me to recite many ancient poems, recognize many words and recite many children's songs, which opened a window of literature for me. When I saw the clear river, "The water is bright and sunny, the mountains and the sky are rainy ..." I blurted out ... She laid a literary foundation for me.
6 years old-the road of Wushu
When I was 5 years old, I began to practice martial arts. At the age of 6, I made my debut in the International Hotel, performing China Wushu for the Japanese, and left my first shining footprint on the road of life! This gives me a lot of motivation. From then on, I won all three firsts in Group D of Hangzhou Wushu Competition, and won a gold medal in China Wushu International Exchange Competition of Hangzhou West Lake Expo! Wushu not only makes me keep fit, but also makes me understand the truth that "I will win if I love to fight" and taste the joy of success!
10 years old-growing pains
The burden is getting heavier day by day. Before I learned to live and compete, my classmates became more and more serious. So I study hard for the glory after the exam. At that time, I knew how to read and my ideal. There must be trouble behind growing up. I have tasted the taste of failing in the exam, and I have been criticized by the teacher for speaking in class.
12 years old-towards maturity
12 years old is a turning point in my life experience. I left my childhood and became a teenager. I feel that I am growing up and "mature", such as listening to songs, singing and playing computer. I have won many honors and awards, and have shown my "heroism" on the stage many times, but I have also tasted the pain of failure and the loss of "three stars". I am not proud of success, and I am not discouraged when I fail. In this way, I grew up in repeated successes and failures, and matured in repeated successes and failures!
Looking back on the road of growth, it is long, not long, more than ten years; Short, not short, more than ten years. This is my childhood, unhappy, slow, mobile days, I gradually grow up, in the future, I will mature day by day, towards a brilliant tomorrow!
-A growing footprint
Childhood is a person's best dream, and growing up is the most cruel destruction of this dream.
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Unconsciously, I have entered the flower season of 16, and I don't know how these years have come. I only know that when I am sensible and grow up, that kind of joy is less and less.
I didn't like playing with children in the yard when I was a child. There are two reasons. First, because we live on the seventh floor, I don't like running up and down and panting, so the distance from the playground imprisons me on the seventh floor. Secondly, I like silence by nature. I prefer to enjoy it upstairs rather than making noise with the children-watching my friends play, reading my favorite comic books and playing with my own building blocks. ...
Perhaps, you will think that I am an unsociable person, but in fact, when I was in kindergarten, I had a good time with my playmates. Just like McDull, the protagonist in the cartoon "McDull Story", I was as happy as his partner in Springfield Flower Kindergarten ... Think about it, I prefer to stay upstairs quietly alone, perhaps because I want to have a pure land when everyone is busy.
When I was a child, I liked flying kites. I always let my father fly kites in the window on the seventh floor, and then I continue to fly kites by myself. Although the happiness of flying is usually for my father, I found another kind of happiness from it, a kind of happiness of flying continuously, right? ! I like flying kites. I like flying kites, because flying kites is like a beautiful dream. Flying a kite is like dreaming. I like dreaming. Because someone once told me that dreams can let me see the sunshine outside the window, dreams can let me see the Hai Xia in the horizon, dreams can give me constant calls and steps, and dreams can lead me to pursue one goal after another.
"It's easy to dream, but it's really difficult to realize your dreams. Realizing our dreams is what we have to do all our lives. When we look for and let go of our dreams in childhood, we will spend our whole life realizing them. When we arrive at the orchard in autumn, gently wipe off the sweat and dust left on our faces in summer, we can hear the dream that we once said about spring come true, then welcome the baptism of winter snowflakes, recall the harvest of a year, and finally rest in peace ... "This is the truth I found in the newspaper. I believe that my childhood dream will come true and my life will have a perfect ending, because, "I am not afraid of tomorrow, because I have seen yesterday and I love today" (White) I firmly believe I can!
footmark
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There are many footprints in a person's life, some of which are scattered by the breeze, some of which are deeply branded in his heart and unforgettable for a long time.
That was a few years ago.
That autumn, when I came home from school at night, I suddenly heard a cat meowing, so sad and sad. I was suddenly surprised, looking for a voice. I saw a mottled kitten curled up in the corner with a little sadness in her eyes. I can't help feeling sorry for this kitten. Why are you here? Where is its mother? Is it, with many questions, that I tried to get close to it, but it jumped to a distant post warily, and it stared at me as if it were a little scared. Oh, did we hurt it? I think so, too. Oh, that's pathetic. Let it be quiet. So, I waved to it, and it still kept a distance from me, but it also relaxed a little. With a wry smile, I silently turned and walked on the stone steps. Behind me came a long, worried cat meow, "meow-",so helpless.
When it was time for dinner, it suddenly occurred to me that the cat was still down there. He must be hungry. Hey, look at my memory. I hurriedly took the bowl and ran down quietly. Look, my cousin is throwing a piece of fish with chopsticks to eat. Why? At that time, my cousin also saw me and smiled at me. I smiled back at her. Needless to say, I have understood that such a lonely cat will be pitied by anyone who sees it. Therefore, my cousin and I both volunteered to be "nannies".
Since then, I have to play with it for a while after school every day, and it has gradually become lively. I like this motley kitten more and more. However, once, it also disappeared!
It was a beautiful day. At dinner, my cousin and I ran downstairs as usual, but there was no sign of it. I'm really worried and scared. Then I went to look for it separately with my cousin. I searched carefully and wanted to turn this lawn upside down, but I just didn't! I was in a hurry and ran aimlessly. "Meow-"I tentatively let out a cry, hoping that the cat could feel it, but there was no response! I kept screaming, but the only answer was the frog's cry. The wind makes me really cold, and my heart is cold. Maybe it wants to find its mother. After all, only in this way can we get the warmth of home. I'm ready to give up. Meow-"ah! It is so familiar, how many days and nights have I been accompanied by that cry, how can I be strange? Yes, it is! I was so happy that I tried to call more times. The meow of cats is getting clearer and clearer. Suddenly, a figure flashed in the dark. It's the cat! It keeps jumping around me. I am really happy, but what puzzles me is: since it is so happy to see me, why did it "run away from home" from the beginning? Later, I learned that the neighbor threw it out.
I was shocked when I learned that the kitten was thrown out by a neighbor's house. I go back to the first time I saw the cat, and my heartstrings seemed to be touched.
Alas, I thought I was going to forget something. Now, when I write it, the whole context is still so clear. Maybe you will ask what happened to the cat? It was, uh, dead. It was killed by someone else. Why? Living in this beautiful home, why can't we live in harmony with those animals?
I know: when I finish this final exam, it means that I will graduate from primary school and enter junior high school. Six years of primary school study is coming to an end, and students who get along with each other day and night will be separated ("live far apart")? A little sad), campus scenery, classroom furnishings, competitive friendship, arguments between classmates, how many emotional waves have been aroused! A comparison pulls people's thoughts back to the past. Looking back on my life in primary school for six years, I suddenly feel like a bottle of medicine with different tastes in bulk: some are sour, some are sweet, some are bitter and some are spicy ... It is also like a series of footprints left after walking on the beach: some are deep, some are shallow, some are long and some are short ... (Life is like this, ups and downs, we all have to taste it.
Campus life is unforgettable, and teachers' rigorous teaching attitude and meticulous care for students are even more unforgettable! I remember that in the first grade, it was Miss Zhou who taught us Chinese. MISS ZHOU is only in his twenties. Although she is young, she is good at inspiring her classmates. She has a unique teaching method and is very experienced. Speaking of my present achievements, I have to thank her. Because she took pains to demonstrate and teach me pinyin again and again, which made it easier for me to study in the future. When writing a composition in middle school, she often told us: "There are mountains and roads to learn, but there are no cliffs to learn." She also said: "A penny of sweat is a penny of harvest. As long as you are diligent in farming, there will be a bumper harvest in the coming year. "
At that time, I could not understand such a profound philosophy. I think this may mean studying hard. Now that I think about it, I think what the teacher said is not unreasonable. This sentence has benefited me a lot and is a valuable asset. This paragraph can be omitted, because there is no specific content, and we should focus on the description of specific cases. ) I still remember a second grade, in which every class had a 50-meter relay race. Every class on the field is wonderful and the atmosphere is extremely active. I only vaguely remember the lithe figures of the athletes. But myself, I remember very clearly, I was weak and sick since I was a child, and my classmates were either very strong or very healthy. I'm not qualified to take part in this competition, let alone compete with other students. The sentence is a bit verbose, pay attention to the refinement of the language. As early as when the teacher was choosing candidates, I pretended as if nothing had happened and buried myself in the pen on the desk. But the teacher's eyes are really fierce. He can see through my mind at a glance and drag me into the competition. She also said to the class: "The game is a fair game. For the contestants, it is more important to enhance friendship and exercise courage while fighting for the championship. Regardless of winning or losing, the game focuses on participation. " The teacher's words gave the whole class great encouragement. But I still feel guilty. The whole class was in high spirits and the teacher asked me to attend. Didn't you mean to drag me down the class? Just when my brow was locked, a careless shoelace suddenly loosened. You know I can't tie my shoes. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I'll be here soon. Well, I tied my shoelaces together and tied a dead knot. Just then Mr. Zhou came up to me, squatted down gently, skillfully untied the pimple on my shoes and tied a bow. Smile at me gently, (the details here are vivid and meticulous, reflecting the teacher's concern for the students). Suddenly, my tension vanished. After a short pause, I immediately plunged into the fierce competition. I ran as hard as I could, putting down all the heavy ideological burdens. I only know that my teachers and classmates are still waiting for me. Later, I heard from my classmates that I ran faster than many people that day, just like a mysterious arrow.
This competition, our class won, and Miss Zhou smiled, just like a plum blossom in the corner of the campus. Once, I secretly asked Miss Zhou why she gave me hope. You know, my grades are not good and I have no money at home. Teacher Zhou paused, smiled and said to me, "Success or failure depends on yourselves. I'm just giving you a chance. " What a good opportunity, I am full of hope for the future adversity. The examination paper is almost over, and we are about to graduate. Teacher Zhou has been with us from the age of 20 to 26. In the six precious years of youth, Mr. Zhou taught us writing and life. Our childhood is inseparable from the teacher, and our grades are also causal with the teacher. Looking forward to the future, there may be countless ups and downs, or there will be more adversity, but I will raise the sail of life and move forward towards hope!
Footprint of growth
Time goes by like nothing. It seems that you can see it from the clock, but you can't turn it around and let it stay. In this way, it took away our bits and pieces? Little by little, all we can do is record that moment and look back later. ...
Photo, this is a photo of me when I was five years old. Every time I look at it, I always feel something in my heart. It is a true record of my life journey and a part of my colorful childhood!
On June 1 day that year, the kindergarten rehearsed many programs. In fact, there are two choirs in our class. I don't remember the title of the song, but I remember another song-Little Swan performed by a big dance team organized by the school. Because I joined the dance team, the teacher said I should have a long braid. When I was a child, I had little hair, so it took me a long time to force two braids. Braids are short, small and ugly, but I am confident, so I acted very well, and that program was well received by the school.
Self-confidence, will continue to surpass themselves!
I still have those ballet shoes, and the front is worn out. I was so tired during that time, I had to work overtime at night, and my feet were blistered, but I still insisted on training. Although I limped at home, I rehearsed as well as others.
Insist, I encouraged myself at that time!
But another person who opposes me is crowding me out everywhere, saying that everyone is pretending, calling me fake and hypocritical. Although the process of patience was unpleasant, I survived that time. Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't leave the dance team according to my temper. Patience was right.
Patience, the process of learning!
Self-confidence, persistence and patience! This is the pearl I picked up on the road of growing up. Although it is not as good as diamond, it will still shine in my heart for a lifetime.
Growth may be the process of "picking pearls"