Growing up composition 1 The flavor of time keeps flowing, and we have been growing. But what does it feel like to grow up? If you ask me, the real taste of growing up is moving and missing.
In the summer vacation of the year when I graduated from primary school, my mother sent me to a "cram school" that I had never been exposed to, where I learned new knowledge and took many "first steps" in my life.
In one Chinese class, the teacher took out a thick stack of beautifully printed stationery and distributed it to everyone. When we asked what to do, the teacher just smiled mysteriously and said nothing. Just as we were guessing what medicine was sold in the teacher's gourd, the teacher clapped his hands on the platform and solemnly said, "Today, each of our classmates will write a letter to their parents. Anything that they usually want to say to their parents but are embarrassed to say can be written here ..." Oh! Write to your parents? I have never written to them. But I had to obey the teacher's instructions, so I buried myself in writing with others.
The letter has been written, and there are only a few words on the huge stationery, or I just wrote it as soon as I thought of a sentence and handed it in. Because it was a small activity in the class, I didn't care too much. Unexpectedly, at the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher sent the letter to the parents accordingly! Then I read my mother's reply carefully. In the reply, I learned that my mother also carefully read the "letter" I wrote in my composition, and my mother also told me what she had said for many years. For an instant, I found my eyes moist and my heart was mixed. This is the first letter I received from my mother since I was a child.
Adults always say that when we grow up, we can do many things by ourselves. But physical growth does not prove that we have grown up, but more, psychological growth.
The taste of growing up composition 2 Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the building. Falling in love with the floor is worrying about adding new words. " Why don't teenagers know the taste of sadness? From small to large, all teenagers know and understand emotions.
I always feel that this sentence is wrong. He said that teenagers don't know what it's like to worry. You don't say! Why don't teenagers know these smells when they grow up? However, once I have said this, what have I experienced and what have I not experienced?
How deep is it to grow up? I'm afraid all the joys and sorrows have grown up more than once, but this kind of happiness, anger, sadness and joy has become a "routine." Others have been tasted "rarely". Can we relive the taste of growing up?
West Zhejiang, although it is extremely easy to say. Whenever I do well in the exam, my family's praise will naturally reward me with WeChat. Every time I go out to play, I am very happy ... although I log in rarely, I always remember it deeply. Once my sister touched my right hand while writing, and then I had to rewrite that word. More often, when I go to the toilet, my sister writes the number on paper. I ... Hey, what's this? Hey, I almost cried ... Happiness is common, and my sister's funny actions always make us laugh. ...
"Home cooking" is over. "Very little. How can I export it?
Hey, it's good to grow up!
The smell of growing up composition 3 also reminds me of the pink peach garden all over the sky, with pink petals flying in the air with the wind. I was only 6 years old at that time, and I spent my childhood with my grandmother. What impressed me most about my grandmother was in that Taoyuan. The pink peach garden is full of peach trees, and the ground is covered with green lawns, which is an ocean of flowers.
One day, my grandmother took me to this Peach Blossom Garden to play. I like flowers and trees here, and I like birds nesting in trees. Grandma took my hand and stopped in front of a peach tree. Her pale hand picked a peach blossom and pinned it to my braid. She held the next branch for me to hold in her hand and said; "Rou Er, give grandma a dance. Say that finish, grandma carefully sat down under the peach tree. I nodded happily. I think graceful dancing will make grandma feel pleasing to the eye. I shook my pink skirt and danced briskly under the touch of the wind. In this carefree childhood, I lived happily.
I didn't grow up in Taoyuan, nor did I grow up in my grandmother's house. My grandmother died when the peach blossoms withered that year, but the day before her death, she said to me; Rou Er, give grandma one more dance, and grandma will take it away. But grandma took everything away early. Suddenly, bitterness invaded my heart.
On the road of my growth, it was enough for us to experience the ups and downs, but it was beautiful and unforgettable when I grew up. Like a pink peach blossom garden, it blooms in my mind in an instant.
The taste of growing up composition 4 childhood is very beautiful and often reminds me; Childhood is very bitter, and I have to attend remedial classes every weekend; Childhood is relatively happy and is liked by many people. But the memory of childhood growth is sour.
That was when my parents were on a business trip. They sent me to my grandparents' house. Although my grandparents love me very much, my uncles and aunts have different attitudes towards me. They gave birth to a little girl, and when I came, they hated me.
Once, my grandparents went out to visit an old friend. At this time, my uncle and aunt came out with their little daughter. I saw their little daughter holding a bottle of rainbow candy in her hand. I dare not fight with her, and my saliva is rolling in my mouth. Finally, I couldn't help walking over and begging my uncle and aunt: "Uncle and aunt, can you give me a rainbow candy?" My aunt said coldly to me, "Ask your sister yourself!" I told my sister again, and my sister said to my aunt in tears, "Mom, I don't want to give it to my sister." Hearing this, menstruation shouted at me, "Did you hear that? Go away! " I walked away. Although my face is very happy, I have been crying in my heart.
My grandparents finally came back, and I cried in my grandmother's arms. I felt that I met my mother there.
Childhood, you made me happy and miserable. Childhood, I want to keep you.
Growth is like a box of exotic beans, and no one can guess what the next moment will taste. Some people say that growing up is sweet; Some people say that the taste of growth is sour; In my opinion, the taste of growing up is like a cup of coffee, sometimes bitter and sometimes mellow. ...
I remember it was an unforgettable afternoon. ...
"come on Come on! " The classmates next to me cheered me on. This is the scene of the high jump competition of the sports meeting, and I represent class 604!
I rushed to the railing and jumped down, only to hear a "crash", alas! The pole fell off. what can I do? My heart is like a cup of bitter gourd juice, but I feel a little bitter and my tongue is numb.
I have one last chance. If I can't jump, I will miss the championship!
"50 19!" The referee called my name: "Prepare for the third jump!" " "
I trudged onto the field when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Zou Weibo, don't be nervous, think about jumping again, think about the movements and footsteps in the air ..." It was Dad! He came to watch my game! I rushed up excitedly and hugged him tightly.
"But I ..." I faltered. "Don't worry, you have to believe in yourself, you can do it!"
Looking at my father, I suddenly felt full of confidence: "Good!"
I stepped onto the runway and spread my legs. The moment my left foot stepped on the jumping point, my right leg was lifted and bent back hard-Oh, my God, I passed!
I feel as if I have taken a bite of honey and my heart is full of joy.
To grow up is to taste the taste of life and experience the joy of life: "Ah, the taste of growth-how nice!" "
The taste of growth composition 6 in my growth, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, which makes the growth process full of happiness and leaves good memories.
ferment
Once, I rode a balance car to class. On the way, I was knocked down by the mirror of a battery car behind me. The owner of that car ran away without even saying "I'm sorry" I endured the pain and got up by myself. I shook my head helplessly. Look, who are these people?
sweet
In every family, we are the apple of mom and dad's eye. In my childhood memory, my parents will affectionately call me "baby" and be obedient to me. I remember every time I got a little red flower or a little star in kindergarten, my mother would give me a chocolate. On my birthday, my father always prepared a big cake for me … at that time, I always thought my life was as colorful and sweet as a lollipop.
difficult
With the growth of age, the grades are getting higher and higher, the homework is getting more and more, and the exam questions are getting more and more difficult. I write my homework to 12 every day. In the past, I took the math test 100, but I haven't taken the test 100 since the fifth grade. However, what is waiting for me is the scolding of my parents. I am always silent, but at this time, who can understand how bitter my heart is?
fragrant
Since growing up is bitter, it is naturally spicy. Whenever we don't do well in the exam, then mom and dad will naturally beat us, and the burning smell makes me shudder to think of it.
Look! This is the "ups and downs" of my life, which makes my growth happier! Only after experiencing wind and rain can you see the rainbow. You have to taste all the ups and downs before you can feel the happiness of growing up!
The taste of growing up Composition 7 The sun is shining with burning sunshine, and annoying cicadas are singing boring songs on the branches, which can't help but remind me of that afternoon. That day, my parents went out and left me alone. The noisy cicadas made me jump out of bed angrily, rushed out of the room and accidentally broke my mother's beloved vase.
I suddenly panicked and walked around, thinking: What should I do? What shall we do? Should I tell my mother? I paced back and forth, hesitating. Suddenly an idea popped into my mind and it would be nice to let these fragments disappear.
I quickly took out my broom and dustpan and quickly swept away the sundries without leaving a trace. I vaguely heard someone calling me. No, it's mom! I threw the debris out in a hurry and hurried back to my room. Mother walked in the door and walked through the living room. She seems to have found something wrong. She looked down at the floor for a long time, and then looked at the vase with her binoculars. Shit, mom must have found the vase missing!
My mother came to my room carefully and poked around in my room. I quickly closed the door and went back to my desk, sweating and sitting motionless in the chair. My mother sat next to me tenderly. I suddenly have a strange sense of tension. My mother said to me, "Where is my vase?" I hung my head and dared not answer. Mother asked again, but I had no choice but to tell the story in detail. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't scold me, but taught me: "Everyone will do something wrong, as long as they dare to admit it, they will pass."
From that incident, I learned that I should have the courage to admit what I did wrong, but I can't choose to escape.
The taste of growing up composition 8 The taste of growing up is like a seasoning bottle, with five flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Let me talk about the ups and downs of my childhood!
sweet
Once, my father and I went to the pigeon garden to play. After we bought the nutrition, we carefully opened the door to feed the pigeons. Dad picked up some corn and boldly held out his hand. A pigeon carefully flew to his father's hand and stopped to peck. Then the other one flew to dad's hand, and suddenly two pigeons competed for food and pecked dad's hand. When the fight between them ended, I asked my father, "Are you in pain?" Dad said, "It doesn't hurt!"
I reached out my hand timidly and a pigeon flew into my hand. Suddenly I was afraid of being pecked by pigeons, so I drew my hand back at once. Then, I held out my hand in horror, and a pigeon flew into my hand again. This time, I didn't shrink back timidly, but boldly let it peck my hand. Watching pigeons eat delicious food in my hands makes my heart as sweet as honey!
difficult
Once, I skated with a new trick "10 million meter sprint". As a result, I accidentally stepped on a branch. Although I didn't slip successfully, I really fell. My leg became bloody at once, and I couldn't make any big moves for a whole month.
Finally, after a month, I feel that the wound is almost healed. My parents took me to Qingdao to take photos. In order to ensure the "shooting effect", I put on a handsome squat. A sharp pain came, and the wound on the right leg was heartbreaking. Alas! It's really dumb to eat coptis chinensis. I can't tell you how bitter it is!
Think of me before, no matter what experience I have, I can always feel very happy in retrospect!
The taste of growing up composition 9 The taste of nature is sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and we will also experience various tastes in the process of growing up. Sometimes people are moved to tears, sometimes people feel pain, and sometimes people feel bitter. In short, the taste of growing up! Really knocked over the five-flavor bottle: everything is sweet, sour, spicy and salty.
I remember once selling newspapers in the first grade. We arrived at Guanggu Square as planned, and my aunt has bought a thick stack of newspapers, all of which we want to sell. I bought ten copies and looked around. "There's an aunt over there!" I run happily. But dare not, hurriedly put his hand back. Seeing that other children have sold one or two books, I have many, and I can't fall behind. I cheer myself up. Another aunt passed by, and I rushed forward, but I said like a mosquito, "Aunt, do you want to buy a newspaper?" And a pack of tissues. "She readily agreed.
Finally sold a copy! I am ecstatic. Turning their hair, a group of uncles are having lunch. I can't miss this great opportunity and rush up: "Uncle, do you want to buy a newspaper?" Send a pack of tissues. ""buy five copies! " An uncle said. But people will slip and horses will trip! No, once I shouted "selling paper towels to deliver newspapers. "In this way, 20 copies will be sold out soon.
I gave 20 yuan to my mother. My mother said, "You earned this money yourself, so spend it yourself!" "I rushed into McDonald's and bought my favorite wheat cyclone ice cream. Eating ice cream every day makes my face sweat, which is sweet and salty. Well, this is the taste of growing up.
Facing a river, the years are so long that the young trees behind them have been swaying in a forest. No one will pay attention to Liulin and listen to the cuckoo flow. Looking back, the steps of growing up were deep and shallow, but they left me eternal happiness. ...
What is it like to grow up? This is not the only answer. In the process of growing up, I realized and tasted ... in the process of growing up, we constantly contacted new things.
When I was a child, I played in the harbor my parents loved and walked into the library. I was attracted by the article, from which I read the sadness of Lu You and the madness of Li Bai ... but I was still chanting and thinking, like waking up in the middle of the night to listen to the bells that came with the wind outside the window, and watching ten thousand kinds of water lilies when the crescent moon rose. Is this pleasure of reading described in this sentence? ..... Gradually I grow up, and happiness is more like getting together. Dance wildly at the birthday party, and the bonfire in the field summer camp leaves endless happiness!
Although I am inexperienced, I have my own happiness. Out of the door, throw the crowded market and the noise behind it to the outside of the cloud nine. Get out of the noise and look at the scenery outside the book. There is light rain in spring, heavy snow in winter, and memories in the wind and rain, such as shell carving. I didn't know until I got out of campus that this was the joy of my growth.
Some people may ask, are you all happy when you grow up? Any trouble, any failure? Sure, but ...
In my opinion, failure and frustration are like a green olive. Taste sour at first, sweet at second taste. People often say that vicissitudes of life are a kind of beauty, and you can only experience real life if you have experienced vicissitudes of life. Are these setbacks and failures scars and wrinkles left by people's struggle in life? I remember a philosopher said: "People will make some mistakes when they are alive, and making mistakes is learning.
The taste of growing up 1 1 There is one thing that makes me taste the success. That is to drive your own Hummer.
That time, my father and I came to the Hummer world, but I looked at the dark caves and steep roads, and my heart was beating drums. I thought: will the Hummer slide down when it goes up? At this time, my father seemed to see through my mind, stepped forward and whispered to me: Don't be afraid! These are just illusions. They won't slip when you walk up.
After listening to my father's words, I went to the Hummer ticket office with confidence and bought a child ticket.
I was deadlocked at the entrance for a while, but I was still scared. I thought, isn't it a shame that the car doesn't listen to the command? But on second thought: you won't know until you try.
I sat on the Hummer carefully, not only didn't fall, but also sat firmly. My heart is full of joy, just like a flower blooming in my heart. While driving, I enjoyed the pure sky, flowing clouds and clear lake water with pleasure. Slowly, I drove my car into the forest. Wow! How horrible! It's dark and there's no one here. I gritted my teeth and drove on the asphalt road, feeling much more at ease. Gradually, the car drove out of the forest and headed for dad. Dad came over with a smile: OK, son! You have become brave!
This time, driving my own Hummer made me taste the joy of success, and I realized that the taste after paying was sweet.
Do you know what it feels like to grow up? I know, it's sweet and sour.
It is sour when it grows. In a roller skating competition, my sister and I stood on the same starting line. After hearing the gunshots, I quickly rushed to the first place. After half a lap, it was not far from the finish line. However, I accidentally fell down, and my mother only cared about my sister. My sister finally passed me and got the first place. I stood up and slipped to the third place. I learned to be independent and strong in this matter.
Growth is sweet. On my birthday, my happiest thing is that my family eats cakes and plays together, which is a kind of happiness.
Growth is bitter. In the summer youth summer training camp, I squatted in the sun and was punished by the coach because the quilt was not tidied up. I've been squatting for about an hour, and I'm already sweating. Finally, the coach couldn't stand it anymore and called me back. I got a bitter taste from it.
Growth is spicy, and it really makes people burst into tears! On Saturday, I told my father that I was going to the amusement park, but my father broke his word and didn't take me. I was so sad that I could only lie in the quilt and cry loudly.
In the process of growing up, we will always have these miscellaneous things, but it is precisely because of this that we will grow up!
Growth composition 13 The taste of growth is something that all of us must experience. Sometimes, I think the taste of growing up is bitter. On the road to growth, there will be difficulties that we need to overcome. Sometimes I feel that growing up is sweet. Think about the courage and strength to stand up again and again when you fall, and you will feel that you have grown up slowly.
When I was a child, I lived in the country with my grandmother and grandfather. Time passed so fast that I ran away in the blink of an eye. My friends spent my childhood with me and shared the taste of my growth.
Once, a classmate in our class asked for leave with a fever. It happened that she was on duty that day and no one helped her sweep the floor. So, the teacher said, "Who volunteered to help Chen Ying sweep the floor?" The whole class was silent. Even the monitor Li didn't raise his hand. So I boldly raised my hand and said, "Teacher, let me help Chen Ying sweep the floor!" " At this time, everyone turned to me. The teacher smiled and nodded.
After class, everyone looked at me with envy, and I felt very happy. Because helping others is happy, I can be happy myself. I feel grown up, too.
On another occasion, Grandpa Li in our village fell ill, his wife died and his son lived in the city. I don't go home often. What a poor grandfather! So, I went to grandpa Li's house. I saw him still in bed and didn't get up! Knowing that someone was coming, he opened his eyes and said, "Are you here to see Grandpa Li?" I said, "Well, Grandpa hasn't eaten yet. I'll cook it for you. " Grandpa Li sat up and said, "How dare you!" I quickly said, "Don't be polite to me, I will treat you as my grandfather." Grandpa Li said with tears, "Son, you have really grown up. I wish I had your granddaughter! " "
Now I know that the taste of growing up is sweet, and helping others is a kind of happiness to help others, and it is the happiness of growing up.
The Taste of Growth Composition 14 I believe that each of us has experienced the taste of growth, including ups and downs, which are all indispensable in our growth. The bitter taste of my growth. Once when I came home from school, I took a drink from the refrigerator as usual. I see a bottle with a red package like fruit milk. I didn't even look at it, so I took a long drink. When I swallowed it, my throat felt burning. I cried, and my grandmother, who was washing vegetables, heard me and quickly asked me what was wrong. Seeing the bottle in my hand, I asked, "Are you an alcoholic?" I nodded quickly, and grandma asked my parents to take me to the hospital.
When the doctor came out of the ward, mom and dad asked anxiously, "Where's the doctor?" The doctor said unhurriedly, "It's just that the esophagus burned a little skin, and it's nothing serious." Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief. Later, I learned that it was a gift from my grandfather. Like me, he put it in the refrigerator without looking. Hey! What a confused grandfather!
Having tasted the bitter taste, I know that I can't go in without looking at anything, so I have to learn a lesson. So whatever it is afterwards, I will read it first and then take it.
This is a bitter taste when I was growing up, and there are still many tastes I haven't tasted on the road of life. Let's continue to savor them carefully.
The taste of growing up composition 15 During my growing up, there were joys, joys and worries ... but every time I think about that, I suddenly feel that I have grown a lot. ...
That was last year. Although it is the fifth grade, my mother is still supervising my study. As soon as my mother left, I became very helpless. At that time, I remember that my mother's unit sent my mother and several colleagues to Xi 'an for training, which made me panic. However, I'm going to school, and my mother won't take me, but I have to go. So, on Sunday, my mother went to Xi 'an.
On the first day when my mother was not at home, I looked embarrassed. When I came home from school in the afternoon, all I saw was my father's figure, only remembering what my mother said to me when she left: "Be strong!" " So, I felt that I was no longer a child, so I went to do my homework and finished it. Because my father was very busy, no one gave me a detailed examination. Usually, my mother examines me.
In the future, I will do better and better because I am stronger. I want to change my usual dependence on my mother, and I believe I will do better! Every day when I come home from school, I don't play first, but carry my schoolbag to my desk to do my homework. I think I've grown up and become conscious. ...
On the last day, it's time for mom to go home. After school in the afternoon, I saw my mother. I rushed over, gave her a big hug and told her about these days.
Through this incident, I understand that I should do my homework by myself in the future, and I can't rely on my mother blindly anymore. I will become more conscious and self-disciplined. I have grown up. ...
In the process of growing up, I will gradually get rid of all the bad habits. Whenever I do my homework, I think of it.