Growth topic composition 1 It's another year of spring, willow green, spring back to the earth, and everything recovers. What a picture of spring back to the earth! But I sat at my desk, bound by piles of homework, looking helplessly at the blue sky and white clouds.
Time flies, the sun flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have bid farewell to my primary school life and entered my junior high school career. Once upon a time, middle school students symbolized growing up and being sensible in my eyes. Now, middle school students are equivalent to mountains of homework and frequent exams.
Walking into the gate of middle school, parents and teachers plan junior high school life for you. Textbooks, exercises and papers have broken my yearning for middle school. School, canteen and home are as busy as machines at 3: 01, for the unknown in June three years later. I want to have a rest, but I can't. Teachers and parents keep urging me to study English, mathematics, foreign languages, politics, history, geography and life, and all subjects are indispensable. I can only keep writing and counting.
The homework is ok, but the exam makes everyone nervous. The first monthly exam in junior high school, I have long been used to being excellent, ranking outside the 20 th. Yes, who doesn't want to get the first place and full marks every time, but the reality is cruel. I tried, but nothing came of it. Looking at the dazzling score on the paper is like stabbing one knife at a time. I cried, got bored, fell down and suddenly woke up. This is not a junior high school in my dream, but a battlefield to discuss hero's sadness with scores. Knowledge is everyone's weapon. For the first place, I will fight with my opponent on the paper! Winners become role models for everyone, while losers are ignored.
In psychology class, I told my teacher about my troubles. The teacher said with a smile, a person needs to grow, needs to grow. It is inevitable that you will encounter troubles. But don't be afraid, because it is your responsibility. God is fair. Everything he gave you was the best arrangement.
Yes, everything is the best arrangement, people need to grow, need to bear, need to bear troubles and responsibilities. And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.
Everyone will grow up, they will grow up, and they don't want to leave footprints left by their past growth.
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The window of seven years ago
Opening the window of seven years old, I vaguely remember the scene of posting couplets to celebrate the New Year at the age of seven. Happy, happy. At that time, I was also pure, and I didn't understand the sinister world. I only know that I should laugh when I am happy and cry when I am sad. And now, where is the self on the face that used to be a clear expression? Seven years old, a happy childhood, but lost in the growing years.
Diary of ten years old
Close the window of seven years old and open the diary of ten years old. The handwriting is faintly visible, but it still reminds me of my joy when I was ten years old. Children's Day and birthday are both spent on the same day. I am happy from ear to ear, but I don't know that this is not good, because I can only receive one gift. At this time, the self should be considered pure. When I was a child, I always disapproved. It's really ridiculous to think about it at the moment.
Thirteen years old.
Close your ten-year-old diary and look at yourself at the age of thirteen. Has lost the innocence of that year. Maybe this is the so-called growth. Thirteen, very good age. It's really impossible to look like seven or ten years old. Growing up, really cruel, took everything from me. And the ego can only live in the real world. Growing up, I buried my little perfection in my memory. Passerby A never understood the story and sadness of my growth.
Growth is a cruel fact, which makes people betray the perfection of the past inadvertently; Growth is synonymous with hypocrisy, which makes it easy to put on a heavy mask; Growth is a story with only a beginning and no end. It is easy for people to let go of the past and everything before, including memories.
The story of growing up is sweet, sour, bitter, salty and beautiful.
On the way of growing up, I encountered many troubles and many interesting things, but what impressed me most was a disgraceful thing.
I was just in the third grade at that time. I made a big mistake on a sunny morning. I know this is a bad thing, but colored paper has always attracted me. I took advantage of that classmate's absence and secretly took it out and put it in my schoolbag. I was so nervous that I was afraid of being found out. My hands are full of sweat, but looking at the beautiful colored paper, I think it is worth it.
In the afternoon, the classmate told the teacher that her colored paper was missing. She was so anxious that she almost cried. I was very timid at that time, afraid that she would find out that I took it, and I was afraid of being discussed by others. I looked down and my forehead was sweating. I only heard the teacher comfort her and said, "Is it in the bag?" Look carefully. "The classmate hurried to the front of the desk and immediately opened his bag to look for it. I saw her bag turned upside down, but I still couldn't find it. She was so depressed that she sat motionless in her seat.
In the evening, I wanted to tell that classmate that I took the colored paper, but I couldn't say this sentence.
The next day, when I went to physical education class, the teacher saw that I was unhappy and saw my heart. After class, the teacher gently said to me, "Come to my office tonight, and I have something to say to you." In the evening, I came to the teacher's office. The teacher waved me over. I walked slowly to the teacher. The teacher looked at me and smiled and said, "I guess you have something on your mind." Is it related to your classmate's colored paper? "I was silent for a moment, carefully thought about it and told the teacher without reservation. Instead of criticizing me, the teacher praised my courage to admit my mistake when I knew it. The big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I can't make big mistakes for a moment's pleasure in the future.
In this matter, I understand that everyone will make mistakes, but we must have the courage to face them. As the Disciple Rules says: If you can change something, you will lose it. If you cover it up, you will get a mistake.
At 8 pm on August 8, the Beijing Olympic Games, which attracted worldwide attention and was expected by the whole country, kicked off at the National Stadium. This is "a magnificent epic masterpiece", "with strong artistic shock and appeal", which shows the glory and dreams of the Chinese nation in a highly concentrated way and greatly inspires the national pride of the people of China.
The large-scale cultural performances at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games are unique, reflecting the styles of China and China. The grand scene contains the charm of epic, which is a visual feast with civilized charm and gives people a strong shock. Some netizens said that from the four inventions of papermaking, movable type printing, compass and gunpowder, to calligraphy, Kunqu opera, Beijing opera and Chinese painting, from the Maritime Silk Road to the modern "starry sky", taking history as a mirror and dazzling cultural heritage as the latitude, the large-scale cultural performances at the opening ceremony showed the world the splendid civilization of China for 5,000 years, with few essence and moving points. The giant "footprint" of fireworks, along the ancient central axis of Beijing, from Yongdingmen and Tiananmen to the National Stadium, symbolizes the historical footprint from ancient China to modern China, with far-reaching implications.
The large-scale cultural performances at the opening ceremony brilliantly displayed the essence of China culture, demonstrated the concepts of harmony, combining rigidity with softness, and harmony between man and nature, and implicitly expressed the "China voice" of peaceful development and building a harmonious world. The large-scale cultural performances at the opening ceremony artistically told the world the harmonious connotation of China culture and let the world know China better.
The unprecedented success of the large-scale theatrical performances at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games has aroused the national pride of the people of China and inspired the sons and daughters of China to forge ahead bravely for the great rejuvenation of the nation. I can't express my pride when I see the splendid fireworks over Beijing and the athletes from all over the world gathered in the National Stadium. I cried when I raised the national flag.
The success of the large-scale cultural performances at the opening ceremony is only the beginning. There is still a lot of work to be done to run an Olympic Games on such a scale. We should stay awake and not take it lightly. Some netizens said that hosting the Olympic Games is a huge systematic project and there will be many difficulties, so they will continue to work hard.
Growth topic composition 5 The leisurely world is disturbed one after another, whose dream is shaken by a touch of purples.
Floating dreams are mixed with sadness and joy. Whose heart is drunk by the wisps of smoke left by lead China?
Looking back, I have left 12 deep footprints on the road of life. Gradually pick up the fragments of the past and see the taste of growth.
When I was still babbling, every day I grew up was brand-new and every footprint was beautiful. I will be ecstatic that I have grown taller and know more and more knowledge. Carefree, I always look forward to the outside world, always looking forward to the time coming soon. It looks as sweet as cotton candy and will never be forgotten.
Time flies, and the little girl in the past has to face the first hurdle in life. I am no longer as naive as before, and I am no longer excited about getting a little thing; Don't run around behind adults; Will not chat with friends who have no distance; I won't rush in the playground, but what is in front of me is the increasing homework, the constant exams, the blow of ranking after exams, and the pressure of parents' ambitions. At this time, for me, growth is as sour as lemonade. Savor carefully, what have I lost, the most childish childhood?
Turn your head and look forward. In two months, I will graduate from primary school. Will Class Five, which has experienced six years of wind and rain together, fall apart? By then, perhaps, even the ugliest school uniform will not be put on; Perhaps, no matter how annoying the classmates are, they will never see each other again; Maybe no matter how bad the alma mater is, it will never come back; Maybe it will be bitter when you grow up? I don't know. But what will stay there forever, the purest childhood?
The drizzle is cool, and the blue sky is autumn; The world is noisy and desolate.
Dream of death, spend zero.
Daisy, under careful care, got into trouble because she suddenly lost the care of others. At this time, she unexpectedly found a way to survive, and adversity gave her motivation. This delicate little life has learned to go through the ups and downs and grow more tenaciously!
Adversity is an opportunity that God gives you to challenge yourself and a way to surpass yourself. "Three thousand more can swallow Wu", that is, the hard work of the King of Yue in those days has paid off. For myself at that time, it was a challenge, a savings of strength, and a display of potential. The final victory of the King of Yue came from the road of adversity. He overcame the painful adversity by himself. Therefore, success is no longer an unreachable dream.
French painter John. Francois. Miller once fell into poverty and despair because a painting could not be sold. And his expression and desire for beauty made him wave his brush in the face of difficulties and frustrations and draw a dazzling picture! If, in the face of adversity, he flinches and winces, then immortal works will never be born!
Heroes have suffered many hardships since ancient times. In life, we will inevitably fall into adversity. When we fall into it, we must be brave and optimistic. Every experience is a growth. When you walk through a long road full of thorns and look back, you will find that adversity has cast our way to success. "Jianfeng Bao comes from tempering, and plum blossoms are bitter and cold." The more broken the spice, the stronger the fragrance. Adversity is a magical mirror, which can show fearless warriors their heroic qualities and explain the meaning of life. Only those who are in adversity can raise the sails of life and sail to the other side of success!
It is often said that no boy is naughty. However, when I was in primary school, I found a circle: put soil in the rice jar and nails in the eggplant ... I was "doing evil". Never got a false name: "the little devil on earth". Mother often sighs: "How can I honestly raise such a black sheep?" And so on, such as crime in a previous life. I'm finally in the first grade, and I'm still going my own way. When I went to visit my grandmother who was ill in hospital, I also cut watermelons and other fruits into pieces with a fruit knife. Grandma protected me and no one dared to say anything about me. The first day is really "a leopard cannot change his spots."
On the first day of junior one, I actually brought two sticks to play in the desk. The teacher just gave me a meaningful look. She is very amiable and has a charming smile on her face. My heart exulted: what a gentle teacher, hehe, with a bad smile in my heart. A few days later, when I saw something, I tore it to pieces. Just when I was going to dissect a sparrow crazily, the teacher chose me as the representative of Chinese class. Now I'm stunned and flattered. Chinese is the main course, so I can afford it. You know, the six years of primary school are spent in letting parents be scolded and beaten.
"I have a heavy responsibility", so I don't destroy things anymore. I settled down to recite words and ancient poems to do math problems. My mother proudly showed off to my relatives and friends: "Look at our children, they are more sensible, their academic performance has improved a little, and they have become class representatives." Once my hand tickled like a white claw scratching my heart. I took out my notebook and saw my name written on the class representative's name. I felt like I was punched: the class representative would definitely disappoint the teacher and make the students unconvinced. I also thought of the teacher's training for me. How can I be so unprincipled?
I woke up, this is my heart is maturing. Physical age and psychological age should grow side by side, so as to become "people" who never need to remember and never forget. What the teacher said at the class meeting: "A person with a split personality is a person whose mind does not grow."
The sun was setting, but I missed the last bus in a hurry and set foot on the journey home alone in the night arrival.
The wind kept sweeping through the forest, and wisps of hair passed by my ear in Sanda's face, leaving only the whistling arrow; It passed by, leaving only a bleak back; It ignored everything in front of it, went straight to the bushes, brutally sword after sword, and finally there was only a piercing "creak" in the silence.
I stopped, but I dare not put it down again. My eyes are dim and my brain is buzzing. Only my heart is still pounding, like a piano music without rhythm, like the strings of a finger bomb, lacking orderly rhythm.
I tried to open my eyes wide and looked blankly ahead. There is still a ray of light in the sky. I patted my chest with my palm, pursed my mouth, and slowly put down my stiff feet. I clenched my palm, buried my head, and walked forward step by step to continue my night walk.
The road ahead is sandwiched between two mountains, and a gloomy atmosphere hangs over me. I can't help shivering. From the cracks in the branches, some pale moonlight was faintly revealed, and the forest was gradually shrouded in a layer of fog, and there were waves of insects ringing in my ears. I quickened my pace and wanted to get out of the forest before it was too late. A noise behind me completely shattered my slightly strong heart. This time, the thought is still rustling. It is repeated over and over again in my mind like a recording. My heart is like a tightly tied rope, and my breath is short and calm. In the ideological struggle, I covered my ears and ran hard.
I don't know how long and how fast I ran, but I finally woke up in the dim light and returned home.
My heart beat faster and my mind finally calmed down.
In the long night, the two stops are psychological self-fighting and emergency response to emergencies. Not necessarily successful, but growing up in the first attempt.
The first attempt, the second stop, the third growth and harvest.
Life is like a long river, and you and I keep running forward. Although we are ordinary, rivers and seas are always inseparable from us, so our ordinary contains greatness. As long as we are willing to take every day that belongs to us seriously, we will bravely face difficulties and move towards our own glory.
People's life can't be smooth sailing, the wall is hard, but we should dare to hit the wall, and don't be afraid to hit the wall because of pain. Pain is when you wake up from a dream, that is, when you make progress, the road under your feet will become wider and wider, and your steps will become more and more vigorous!
Want to give up running away, is it possible? Life is not as romantic as the story written by Qiong Yao. Don't cry, because the mountains have swallowed up the sun of hope. We have hands, so we can drive away dark clouds and move mountains with our hands.
Let's spread our wings and soar in the blue sky, whether chic or frivolous, whether lost or painful, maybe we will ride the wind and waves, maybe we will hit a wall, but we are willing to face the heaviness and vicissitudes of growth, chew life slowly, understand life slowly, understand the world slowly and embrace tomorrow. But too many blessings flooded our boat, too much love made our nutrition out of balance, too many fetters made our wings degenerate, and too many cares cut off our yearning for the blue sky.
Therefore, in order to grow and the future, we need setbacks and such friends.
Please don't complain that it is too difficult to grow up, and don't resent that the scars are too difficult to forget, because fate is in your own hands and success depends on your own efforts. If you are still addicted to memories, it is meaningless. Only by learning to be strong today can we have a better tomorrow.
Let's hold hands with our best friend-frustration-and make a commitment to our future life!
Growth topic composition 10 is colorful in the process of growing up, during which there are many unforgettable moments, which make me feel the fun of childhood when I think about it, and also make me miss that innocent and carefree time.
Before I was 8 years old, I stayed at my grandmother's house, and every day was like a funny story. In this way, year after year, I grew up and those wonderful and funny stories faded away. But one thing impressed me deeply, and my grandparents always made fun of me about it. I remember when I was 6 years old, I played with my friends. Suddenly a sheep came, and I found that every step the sheep took would drop "peas". I immediately ran over, picked up the black beans without thinking, put them in my pocket like a baby, and thought, I will go home and plant them now, and I will be able to eat my own peas next year. The more I think about it, the happier I am. I walked home singing.
Just as I rushed into the door, I shouted, "Grandma, grandma, come and help me plant peas!" " "Grandma looked at me with strange eyes, grabbed the so-called' peas' from my pocket and suddenly laughed." Ha ha ha ha ... Baby, baby, it's not peas, it's sheep manure. Do you believe me? Smell it carefully? "I put my nose in front of' Doudou' and smelled it, and a sour taste went straight to my nostrils. Ah, it's really sheep dung! Looking at grandma who was laughing, I blushed and ran out. ...
It turns out that life is full of knowledge, and only with the wings of experience can we grow. If childhood memories are like starry sky and the orchid is beautiful, then childlike innocence is a shining star. They make my memory more splendid and gorgeous!
Growth topic composition 1 1 Open the door of memory, walk along the path and savor the interesting things of childhood. The little girl who relies on her mother has become a beautiful girl, but she will never forget the happiness of her childhood.
Childhood memories are endless, and everything makes us happy and moved. Dolls, ice cream and merry-go-round have been neglected in our lives, but they have added a little happiness and color to our growth. In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up from my dream. I cry for my mother. My mother said, "When you grow up, you should be independent and can't rely on others any more." Perhaps this is also a test in the process of growing up!
After a year, when the bell rang, I grew up again. Counting the happy things in this year, I really can't remember at first. But later, every bit of growth and happiness came to mind. Every time I do my homework, my speed is always twice as fast as that of other students. No one has finished it yet. I'm already reading extracurricular books! And the time when the competition won the prize; When making new friends; When I received a gift during the holiday ... seriously, in such a short year, I added so many shining stars to my growth record. This is not the literary knowledge that can be learned from "endless learning", nor is it an understandable problem-solving idea for Olympiad Mathematics. This is as sweet as candy. I still have unyielding stubbornness and naughty rebellion ... I am flying in the footsteps of catching up with growth and grasping the glorious years.
I giggled at the thought. I didn't slip away from growing up, but I won it all. I am as satisfied as candy and can't wait to go to my next happy destination. The pace of growth continues, and he can't turn back, and he doesn't need to turn back. Only by knowing the happiness of growing up can we cherish him better. Growing up, like a cup of tea. It's sweet at first taste, but it's memorable. ...
Growth topic composition 12 On the road of my growth, you "held" my hand and made me understand a lot of truth, what not to do, what to do, and the truth of being a human being.
To this day, I can't let go of "that thing" The cause of this incident is that I skipped school in the fourth grade and surfed the Internet. I surf the Internet for two reasons. The teacher at home doesn't teach well 2. I can't resist the temptation of surfing the Internet. When I got home in the afternoon, I thought my family didn't know I was surfing the Internet. That's because I'm glad they didn't find me. But what I didn't expect was that I was taken to a room by my mother as soon as I went upstairs. You said bluntly, "What did you do this afternoon?" I looked at my mother's stern eyes and said with trepidation, "I didn't do anything, but I have been at school." My mother crept up to me and said to tell me the truth. I think I'm close to guessing, so I explained everything clearly. At this time, my mother's eyes were sharper than before. At that time, there was silence around. I seem to hear my heart beating fast because I'm afraid of being beaten.
Finally, the sound of a pen falling broke the silence. My mother growled, "Who told you to surf the Internet? I don't know how much damage it will cause? " Do you think you can go to class tomorrow if I don't ask the headmaster once? "I said unconvinced," do you think I want to go? I won't go to school from today. "You can't help it anymore." Bang! "Your slap fell on my face, which made me sad. I rushed straight to my room. The next day, my grandmother told me what happened after you hit me yesterday. I regretted it in an instant and wanted to apologize to you. After apologizing, I went to school.
Maybe your slap woke me up, otherwise I would be a local ruffian now. Anyway, thank you for holding my hand all the time on this road.
Growth topic composition 13 "how to learn?" It is a question in the hearts of most sixth-grade graduates. Today, I have a deeper understanding of this problem, and the words "goal, direction, effort, habit and method" will be engraved on my mind forever.
Today, our head teacher invited her student, Zu Shaolei from Hua Yao Middle School. My heart was pounding when he walked into the auditorium. This is my first contact with students from famous middle schools.
I saw him on the platform, bowed politely and began to speak. The opening remarks were simple and funny, which made us have more expectations for his speech. Zu Shaolei first summed up the main points of learning: "goals, orientation, efforts, habits and methods", and then explained one by one: goals should be short, medium and long, and everyone should not set low goals. If they are tall, they are often impossible to achieve. If they are too low, they are too easy to achieve and the goals are meaningless. When studying, you should have self-control and pay attention. The way is to improve the absorption rate in class, concentrate in class, ask questions if you don't understand, and don't be embarrassed. Review first after class, and then do your homework. Usually use a small notebook to record the wrong questions and how to do them. The exam should be reviewed one and a half months ago, and we should relax step by step when we approach the exam ... Zu Shaolei also introduced us to the colorful problem activities after middle school. Listen carefully and make detailed records. At the end of the speech, the free question stage begins. Everyone asked questions enthusiastically. Many students raised their own questions and he answered them one by one.
Time slipped away unconsciously, the exchange meeting was over, and my heart was still fluctuating. I thought about my present state, which is really "my head is sweating and tears are dripping". After calculation, there are only two months before the senior high school entrance examination, but I still take my time and only finish my homework every day. If I were like everyone else, I would get the best grades now. But what's the use of complaining? Turning confidence into action is the best way. I've decided: from today on, my task is not only homework, but also reviewing and expanding. Starting today, I will prepare for the finals and get the best results!
Growth topic composition 14 "books or medicine, good reading can cure fools." I have this wise saying since I was a child. The different side of the book is vividly displayed in this sentence-the medicine for fools.
When I was a child, I couldn't read pamphlets alone, because my mother had read them to me before. Because I am exposed to fables and fairy tales, I know nothing about the boy's super idol Altman. Until the big class began to read the match seller. At that time, I didn't know much about words and the pinyin was not perfect. I have to spend a few minutes spelling a few lines on a page! Every time I finish reading a page, I will not only reread it carefully, but also slow down my work! There are also words that can't be remembered. Accumulated, there are fewer and fewer words that can't be learned. When I read that the little girl didn't sell any matches, I really wanted to give her a hand and buy all the remaining matches so that she could treat her father with money. When she fantasized about sitting by the fire and eating turkey with her grandmother, I seemed to be there and had a good time with her. To "the last match burned out, hope was shattered, and the poor little girl died on Christmas Eve." When I read this, I will feel sad, cry silently and pray silently.
After entering the fourth grade, I began to indulge in a series of detective stories called The Adventures of Little Tiger. I have bought 17 of these novels. I have read fables, fairy tales, science fiction, etc. But I like adventure books best, which may be the reason why I like excitement. I like these books. I like to close my eyes and think about the twists and turns in the story. I can pick up the book and continue to "plane" with my eyes open.
In addition, I have read The Journey to the West, A Dream of Red Mansions and A Hundred Thousand Why ... Although there is only little Copernicus in the magazine, I can read two or three books. Let yourself remember the characters, plot and truth in the story.
Knowledge is a treasure house, and books are the key to this treasure house. The treasure house of knowledge is addictive. Once this treasure house is opened, knowledge will keep coming to you. Immerse you in the sea of books; Enrich your knowledge; Let you change from a student of books to a teacher of books!
Growth topic composition 15 Many things happened on my growth path, which made my growth path full and interesting.
I was eight years old that year, and I climbed mountains and trees with my friends during the holidays. We jumped around in the mountains, my childhood was full of fun, and my growth was full of memories.
That time, my friend and I dug a bird's nest in the tree, and there were some small eggs in the nest. When we saw these eggs, we all jumped for joy, "Wow! Bird eggs! " A partner cried out, obviously very happy. Hearing the sound, all the friends gathered around looked at the eggs and smiled on their faces.
We take the eggs home and give them to the adults at home as treasures.
When I was a child, I loved to listen to the praises of my elders. As long as there is an opportunity, we will run to our elders, even if it is just a simple sentence, but as long as there is a little boast in it, we will be happy for a long time.
Climbing trees is the most indelible memory when I was growing up. There are many big trees on the back hill of my home. Among these trees, only in summer when the sun is not particularly bright, the trees are gloomy, just because these lush trees cover this mountain forest tightly. I have climbed trees since I was a child. Some of my companions once said that I was reincarnated as a monkey. Otherwise, how could I climb the tree so smoothly? When I was a child, I faced the doubts of my partners. I had to raise a hand to protect the back of my head and think, "I don't know."
Everyone really thought about this question seriously at that time, but they didn't come up with a correct answer at all. Even now, I can't give an answer. But if I have to explain it with what I have learned, I can only say that it is a genetic problem, because my family can climb trees.
I grew up with too much joy, especially in my happiest childhood.