Excellent composition of growth and transformation 1 A cicada, after several transformations, climbed out of the darkness, embraced the light and sang loudly.
A person, after several changes, walks out of the haze, the sun is shining and flies freely.
Overcoming yourself is a growth transformation.
When I was a child, I liked to play. Because of fun, I often delay my study. I always disdain the good advice of my family and look at each other coldly. Until one day, my grandfather, who often accompanied me, died. On the surface, I tried hard not to shed a tear, but the death of my grandfather in my heart was a great blow to me, which made me feel the cruelty of life for the first time. I can't face the reality, my mood becomes restless and my academic performance plummets. The head teacher found out and deliberately left me a long talk on a Friday afternoon. The teacher's words, like a ray of sunshine, penetrated the cold and terrible barrier in my heart and made me feel warm. Finally, I overcame my negative self.
I still remember when I was in primary school, because my deskmate was afraid of the teacher's punishment, she put all the mistakes on me and let me take the blame. I have suffered unbearable injustice. At that moment, I even completely denied myself. The understanding and relief of my good friends made me realize that people are not 100% perfect, and life is not smooth sailing. In the face of setbacks, I calmly and bravely accept the fact that has happened, regard it as the baptism of life, and let myself grow up slowly.
But the transformation must be getting more and more gloomy?
Last summer vacation, in order to take part in the National Fine Arts Grade Examination, in addition to finishing the homework assigned by the school teacher on time, I began to paint day and night, starting with material selection and composition, paying attention to every detail and doing my best. When I was holding the certificate of passing the National Art Grade Seven Examination handed over by my teacher, I smiled happily under the envious eyes of my brothers and sisters.
On the road to growth, never stop. It is in this repeated erosion and transformation that I have the courage to bear great failure, and I will get up again from where I fell; It is also in this repeated erosion and transformation that I enjoy the joy of getting a little success after hard work.
When people come into this world, they are just like cicadas emerging from their shells, and they are also undergoing growth and transformation. Only by experiencing the baptism of growth can we bathe in bright sunshine and fly freely.
I have never stopped growing in recent years, but I will never forget the transformation of that growth. It makes me shake hands with a letter forever.
Elementary school. I was about to raise my hand to admit it when the teacher sternly asked who left the health responsibility and ran away. I suddenly changed my mind, and a new feeling grew in my heart. If I don't admit it, don't I have to stay at school? I buried my head silently. My mood is extremely contradictory. I looked up, afraid to face the teacher's sharp eyes, afraid to bow my head, and afraid that the teacher would notice my guilty behavior. Just as I was about to admit it, the teacher changed the subject. I have a wonderful feeling in my heart that abandoning responsibility can make me so relaxed. I should have been severely criticized and then stayed at school to sweep the floor, but now I can go home naturally as if nothing had happened. This novel luck overwhelmed my original guilt, and I felt as if I had stepped into a swamp and got deeper and deeper.
This phenomenon lasted for a long time, but fortunately I met you.
You asked me if I had done my homework in junior high school. I habitually say that I just forgot to bring it. Unconsciously, lying seems to have become a habit of mine. Like an addict, I know the harm, but I enjoy it. There was a flicker of doubt in your eyes, but you patted me on the shoulder as if to relax me. You gave me a comforting smile and pretended to be angry and said that the teacher would believe you next time.
The teacher believes you! My heart twitched, and a lot of guilt surged up, completely covering up my luck and secret joy. I'm going to ask.
I stood in front of him and asked, "Why did you choose to believe me?" ?
You put on that comfortable smile and said, "Of course I believe you. I trust not only you, but also the whole class. I think you are all honest, so don't lie for a task. How wronged he is when he blames a classmate. " When my heart is shaking, my guilt will be stronger. She went on to say, "Besides, a good boy like you won't lie. The teacher always thinks you are honest.
Life is always growing, and in the process of growing up, all my understanding comes from chess.
The happy time in kindergarten and the time of ringing laughter are unforgettable. But this is your first step towards society.
When I play chess with children, my skills are not high. When I saw that the situation was against me, I regretted playing chess again and again. I look like a rogue, how can the other party agree? When we were angry, the two of us fought, and the teacher quickly pulled us away, cursing and cursing.
When we told the teacher everything, she stared at me with round eyes, and a cocoon hand grabbed my ear and held me to the top as punishment. From then on, I knew that the world was not centered on me.
Entering primary school for the first time ushered in another height of life, followed by the "novel" course. After the study, the students get together in twos and threes to play chess and have a fierce competition. People nearby are making suggestions, mixed with the whistling wind outside the window and the singing of birds. When I stepped into the trap of others step by step, I suddenly realized. But I found myself in a mortal position, and there was nothing I could do. I racked my brains, but there was nothing I could do, so I had to wave and hold a white flag. Since then, I have learned to choose and avoid wasting more time.
In junior high school, face is more important, and a game of chess has become a battle of "dignity". On the battlefield, I have changed a lot, and my intelligence has been fully exerted. But the other side is not good stubble, sinister trap again and again, tempting temptation again and again. Helpless, the other party has the ability to know secrets and is slightly better in psychological games. Finally, the calculation. There were many onlookers, some whispering, some feeling extremely, some pointing out the maze, and even more mocking. Under a pair of fiery eyes, I will be defeated step by step and played by my opponent. Should I give up and end this battle, or do my best to cross the rubicon and try my best? I firmly believe in myself, and I am not afraid to die and fight with each other. Even if you lose, you must be admired and let your opponent pay the price! After all, I didn't escape the failure, but my choice made others admire. From then on, I learned to struggle, even in the case of certain death.
Now, the lights illuminate the whole night. How pleasant and wonderful it is to play chess with friends in the moonlight!
Although the butterfly's figure is glamorous, some people may not know how much suffering it bears behind it. Once, it kept eating leaves, then got into the pupa, quietly expecting that one day it would break into a butterfly.
But you should know that the road to become a butterfly is not so smooth, and there are often difficulties waiting for you. They will be stepping stones and ladders to your success.
Another math exam, the teacher came into the classroom with a report card. I was full of expectations for my score, but it was ungrateful and gave me a heavy blow. I've never been good at math. Although I have made up lessons, my grades still can't go up. But my mother didn't give up on me. She has always believed that no one is stupid, just a matter of diligence. I stared at the bright red score and careless wrong questions, feeling guilty, and especially encouraged my mother.
When I got home, I wanted to hide, but my mother spoke first. "Is it a math test today?" I nodded. "How was the exam?" I looked down, and my mother instantly understood what I meant. "Don't be sad, this is just an exam. What's the big deal? As long as you try your best, there will be no regrets. " Then mother said, "If you can't even accept this little setback, how can you succeed?" I suddenly shed tears and felt guilty that I had failed my mother's expectations. At the same time, I also figured out that if you don't believe in yourself, who will? Don't be knocked down by this small failure Be confident and optimistic. From then on, I began to study math hard. With my mother's encouragement and my hard work, my math scores have improved step by step. In this exam, I got an A in math for the first time. I am very happy and grateful to my mother who has always supported me.
It turns out that cocoon breaking is not so smooth. Under the careful care of the master, the worm will become stronger, break the cocoon into a butterfly and fly to the other side of success!
Changes in growth are like changes in cicada shells. After the cicada has hatched, it grows up and understands a lot, so does its growth.
I always lived with my mother when I was a child, and my father went out to work. When I was a child, I was a little shy. In the words of our country, I can't help blushing when I talk to strangers, and sometimes I get a little excited and turn around and cry.
At five or six in the morning, my mother and I were selling mushrooms on the roadside. Mom sometimes goes home for a while and asks me to look after the mushrooms. Soon after mom left, many people came to buy mushrooms. A stranger came to me to buy my mushrooms. At this time, my heart beat faster, and I blushed like a ripe apple. Even there were tears in my eyes, as if I were about to gush out. Just when I was at a loss and embarrassed, my "savior" came-my mother. Mother ran around with them neatly and sold out the mushrooms at once.
Later, I remembered this experience and thought for a long time. So I made up my mind that I must let myself go in the future. At first, I slowly talked to people I didn't know and looked them in the eye, but I stopped every time.
I was very dependent when I was a child. I rely on my mother very much, and sometimes I need my mother to accompany me when I eat and sleep. I am afraid of the night, filming my mother leaving me. These have been hitting me, destroying me and imprisoning my growth path.
With the growth of age, the imprisonment slowly appeared cracks.
The turning point of my growth and transformation was when my mother went out to work with my father. I was secretly sad when I knew it. After they left, my heart was shattered and I cried. Slowly, my mood returned to calm, and Ann meditated for a long time. I don't think I can always rely on my parents, be afraid of the dark and be shy. I can't be short.
When I was in the first grade, I began to deal with strange friends. At first, I spoke intermittently, but later it was smoother than a jingle. I learn to cook, wash clothes and do housework by myself. I often sleep alone at home, with no one to accompany me, and I no longer need anyone to accompany me. I am no longer destroyed, I defeated him, I was liberated from imprisonment, and I changed in my growth.
Everyone's personality will have shortcomings, but we must learn to break free and become the best ourselves.
The caterpillar was so ugly as a child, but who ever thought that one day it would become a butterfly and fly to the sky? Caterpillar has been eating mulberry leaves to replenish energy for itself since it was born. Just when they formed pupae, the mulberry leaves they swallowed became the most important nutrition for them to become butterflies. When they stick their heads out of the pupa, they may show the world a butterfly as beautiful as a flower. If the butterfly in the story is replaced by the future us, then the caterpillar is the present us.
Butterflies are beautiful, but their transformation is painful. The road to transformation is not smooth sailing, and so is the process of growth. Therefore, growth is a kind of transformation, and only through setbacks can we break out of the cocoon.
When I was a child, I lived in the north with my mother. At that time, my family lived deep in an alley. At the turn of spring and summer, an old man who collects rags often passes through the alley. He often drags an old tricycle and shouts "collect junk".
One day, the weather was sultry and he came again. The cry of "collecting rags" broke the tranquility of the alley, and the hoarse voice awakened the excitement of summer and attracted a burst of cicadas. My ears are hot and dry, and my heart is very annoying. "Why do you want to collect waste at noon? Very annoying. Why not think of others? " He doesn't seem to think about others, and his shouts keep rising.
I was fidgeting, and suddenly, it began to rain in the sultry sky. I thought the old man who collected waste stopped shouting at this point. Who knows what he shouted again? The shouts floated in the wind, and I just wanted to yell at him, "Stop! Stop shouting! " Listening carefully, I can't help but be dumbfounded.
"It's raining, collect clothes ..."
His shouts echoed, swinging to the window of every household, and several hands rushed out of the window, and the clothes that had been hanging in the window suddenly disappeared.
It is his job to collect waste products, but he thought of others, and the person who didn't think of others was actually me.
His kind reminder seems to turn into a drizzle, which moistens my heart and the hearts of people in the alley. Since then, I have been eager to listen to his loud cry, because his cry seems to remind me to think more about others!
This is a change in my growth path. I believe that one day I can turn cocoons into butterflies!
Some people say that a person's life will grow three times. And I, from a newborn baby, became a boy of 13 years old. In these thirteen years, I have also experienced three different stages.
Since I was born, I have lived happily and carefree. I was given to me by my family, just like a treasure in my hand. My parents have always taken good care of me, worried about me and met all my requirements. It was not until I went to kindergarten that I found that other children were taken care of by their families like me, and they were the darlings of their own families. Kindergarten teachers treat all children equally. If you do it right, they will praise you and give you encouragement. But if you do something wrong, they will not hesitate to point out your mistake. At that time, I thought that people around me loved me very much and walked around me all day as if I were the center of the universe. How naive this idea is.
Unconsciously, I was promoted from kindergarten to primary school. In this place, I learned that there is something called learning. Growing up day by day, I learned how to get along with my classmates happily, how to respect my teachers and how to honor my parents. With the careful teaching of teachers and the laughter of students, the six-year primary school life is fleeting and will soon end. I am also facing the gate of the middle school that will be opened for me. My heart is full of helplessness and helplessness. At that time, I wanted to stop time, be a carefree pupil forever, and keep my parents young forever. But time is like a river, which keeps flowing forward.
Finally, I entered junior high school. Teachers are no longer as kind as primary school teachers, and their learning tasks become very heavy. Such an environment makes me feel great pressure. I often think of giving up, but I always think of my responsibility: learning is my own business, and I rely on my own consciousness. Only by studying hard can I make my future life better; My parents have high expectations of me. I can't fail them, otherwise how can I repay their kindness in the future. My grandparents are old. If I can succeed as soon as possible, I can take them on a trip and enjoy their family. I am also a member of society and a pillar of the country's future. If I don't work hard now, how can I contribute to my country in the future?
I changed from a child who knows nothing to a junior high school student. Isn't it a transformation?
Everyone has an extraordinary growth experience, and every growth will make people more sensible. Just like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, it becomes more dazzling after transformation.
When I was a child, I was a wayward child and never understood my parents' good intentions. When I spend money; When I wear new clothes; When I lie in bed early to rest; When I was eating delicious rice at the dinner table. I don't know where these things come from. Did it fall from the sky? That's not true. I didn't realize until now that these things didn't fall from the sky or appear in front of us out of thin air, but were the fruits of my parents' hard work.
I have never thought about these problems before. Until one time, I went to the place where my father worked. As soon as I walked in, beyond my imagination, there were not many computers and beautiful desks, and there were no uncles and aunts in neat work clothes. But there are a few shabby wooden tables with nails everywhere, and there is only a shabby computer in the office. Dad was hurt, too. Looking at the unhealed wound on my father's hand, it seems that there is a hot air in my heart. At this moment, I know that everything is not what I imagined. Now I understand everything. Understand the good intentions of parents. On weekdays, what my mother told me was not that my mother was wordy, but that I was wrong. The money we spend is the hard-earned money of our parents, so we must not squander it. Now learn to save money for your family, remember what you want to buy, buy everything when the price is cheap, and be a responsible little helper.
Usually, I don't do housework because I feel tired and bored. But after one thing, I grew up. As soon as I got up that day, I found my mother doing housework, washing clothes and sweeping the floor ... it was only after six o'clock, and my mother got up so early every day to do housework. Looking at my mother's hard back, I suddenly burst into tears-on weekdays. I don't do housework when I feel very tired. Mom will be tired, but she has no complaints. In the days to come, I will help my mother to do something that I can, so that my mother can rest for a long time. Be a responsible person.
Entering junior high school, I found that I had grown up and understood my parents' good intentions. Try to be a responsible person. Show yourself differently and bloom like a lily.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, we have gone through eighteen spring and autumn periods. Today we stand on the threshold of eighteen and look back. We suddenly found that we grew up because of experience, matured because of growth, and lost our playfulness and innocence when we were young. We deeply feel that growth is not just a clever word, nor is it a threshold that life must pass, but a process of our transformation.
This transformation is like turning a pupa into a butterfly. If butterflies really want to fly among flowers, they must go through the test of life and death at the moment they break out of their cocoons. Although this process is difficult and cruel, the tension and beauty of life are fully displayed at the moment of rising and flying. The transformation of growth also requires experience and suffering.
Growth means that when you fall, you cry gently and leave you. Instead, you stand up and smile to heal the wound. To grow up is to say goodbye to the person who can always find an excuse, and instead, to be demanding of oneself and tolerant of others. Growth is to resist the temptation of the outside world and give way to the lofty ambition of "I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". Growth is a process of "self-cultivation", and it is a spiraling understanding and contribution to oneself, family and society. Growth is to be happy even if you burn the midnight oil and feel exhausted, and have no regrets. ...
These growths have witnessed the transformation of our phoenix nirvana and eagle hitting the sky. However, the phoenix nirvana seems magical, but in fact it experienced a fire. The eagle may hit the vastness of the sky, but it can't drag the wings of the young eagle. Any kind of transformation is a painful but better process.
With the growth of age, our outlook on life and values will gradually change, which are the external forms of transformation. The process of transformation may not be perfect. It is precisely because of imperfection that there is hope and perfection in the future. "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." There is no end to growth and no end to transformation. So, classmates, let's stand on the threshold of eighteen today and be braver. In our most brilliant flower season, bravely accept our own transformation and realize our own growth better. Let us feel the vastness of the world and the yearning for the blue sky at the moment when we break out of the cocoon. Let us spread our wings and draw the most beautiful traces and radians of butterflies in the sky.
Growth and transformation excellent composition 10 We will experience three transformations in the process of growth. Will change from an ignorant child to a sensible child.
For the first time, I found that we are not the center in our parents' hearts; The second time is to find that some things can't be done no matter how hard you try; The third time, I already know that there are some things I can't do, but I will still make silly efforts.
When I was a child, my mother always stayed with me and took care of me in every possible way. But everything has changed since my brother was born. Once, my grandparents and mother were playing with my younger brother, and I ran to "join" them. I heard them chatting, so I ran over and called "Mom", but my mother ignored me and was still playing with my brother. So, I ran over and called "Mom", but my mother ignored me and was still playing with my brother. So, I called "mom" again, but my mom still didn't hear me. I am very depressed. Since my brother was born, I have long been out of my mother's heart. In my mother's mind, I am already a sensible child.
The second time I grew up, I found some things that I couldn't do no matter how hard I tried. I used to have a rabbit. Very cute. It has white fluffy hair, a small mouth, four short legs and a short tail. I will take good care of it. But it still left me, which was a bolt from the blue for me. I buried it under the tree. However, nothing I have done can save its life.
The third time, I already know that there are some things I can't do, but I will still make silly efforts. Every birthday, my wish is to grow up quickly. There is nothing I can do, but I will still make this wish foolishly. I know this wish is silly, but I will try my best to make the so-called effort.
After these three growth processes, we are no longer ignorant children, but sensible and obedient children. In the process of growth and transformation, we need our efforts.
Excellent composition of growth and transformation 1 1 From crying baby to toddler; From babbling age to carrying a schoolbag to school. A person's life has to go through many stages of growth, and at each stage there will be a transformation of growth and experience new things. It's like a caterpillar breaking its cocoon into a butterfly and a silkworm breaking its cocoon into a moth. It was during this experience that I experienced many changes.
I have been interested in books since I was very young. In the cold winter, I lie in a warm bed. Listening to my mother tell me stories and tell me the Analects of Confucius, I listened with relish, especially when my mother told me the Analects of Confucius. As long as I read each article for half an hour, I can recite it. I'm curious to ask what this means. Dad said, you will know when you grow up!
I look forward to growing up. I hope to know more about some beautiful things in the world. This is my naive idea when I was a child. As I grew up, those books with fewer characters became my favorite. I don't like the story above, but I like to see the illustrations above. Sometimes I am fascinated, imagining these pictures moving in front of my eyes and then slipping away in an hour.
Time flies, and it's gone in a flash. In a blink of an eye, I should go to primary school. Teachers and parents began to ask us to read famous books, novels and books with good literary talent. I hated it at first. But once, I saw a classmate in my class holding a novel and reading it with relish. He ignored anyone who told him. I was curious and borrowed a book. Who would have thought that it was this book that opened the ocean of books for me and let me travel in the world of books. It turns out that Shen's weird and incomprehensible animal novels fascinated me. World famous works, which used to be boring and doubted the judges' taste, now let me understand a lot of philosophy. These books made it easier for me to write, which was originally difficult. With a wave of my hand, a composition was born from my pen.
Looking back on my childhood, books changed my growth and accompanied me. The "children's books" I read as a child enlightened me, improved my writing and made me understand many truths in the world. Book, you are the guide of my growth, and you are the origin of my growth and transformation!
Teaching summary of the first-grade math teacher 1
This semester, I undertook the task of mathematics teaching in senior one