The day passed quickly. what do you think? Act now and keep a diary. How to keep a diary is appropriate? The following are nine short articles in my growth diary. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.
Growth diary composition 1 growth is a familiar word. Everyone is growing. Growth can be varied. When we are educated, when we know our mistakes, or when we are tempered by difficulties, we will grow. ...
I still remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I heard the adults talk about the 16th National Congress, but I didn't know anything about the 16th National Congress. One night, when I was eating with my relatives and watching TV news, my grandfather asked himself a question: "Longlong, what is the 16th National Congress?" I replied, "Sixteen adults are in a meeting." Hearing this, the relatives laughed. Dad told himself, "Long Long, the 16th National Congress is the 16th People's Congress convened by the Party, the first person."
Now, I have grown up, and I am already a sixth-grade pupil, and I am no longer the "little Tao Qi" who knows nothing. I can dress myself, tidy my room and go to school by myself ... I also help my mother do some housework when I am free. When my parents are tired, I will massage them with my little hands.
Yesterday, my aunt's unit next door was going on a business trip, so she took her brother home and asked her mother to take care of it temporarily for one day. Unexpectedly, grandpa called to say that grandma was not feeling well and asked her mother to accompany her to the hospital. Helpless, I can only give myself the job of managing my brother. Mother was very uneasy when she left, urging her to take care of her brother. After mom left, the naughty brother jumped up and down on the bed for a while, then picked up the broom and said, "Here comes my old grandson!" " "Dangerous actions one after another, so can't do it. I thought to myself that my brother usually likes to listen to the story of the Monkey King's Three Beats and One Hundred Bai Gujing, so I tried my best, and my brother really listened with relish. Then, I taught my brother to put together puzzles, draw pictures and do math problems ... Soon it was four o'clock in the afternoon and my mother came back. Seeing this scene, a gratified smile appeared on her face.
Now, I feel that I have really grown up and can solve many things independently. I hope we can face up to the difficulties, overcome them tenaciously and make continuous progress in the future. This is the real growth.
Time flies, and it's Wednesday in a flash. At noon, our class started cleaning together.
I am always in charge. If a classmate is absent, I will help him clean up. Zheng is going to paint, so I will clean the windows instead of him. I first took a dry cloth and wiped my teeth on the window ... "Hey, why can't this dirty thing be wiped off?" I opened my mouth and blew hard, wiping it back and forth with a dry cloth. The glass began to blur and gradually became bright and transparent. Wow! I'm so excited that all the dirty things are gone.
The cleaning is over. As the general manager, I began to check. I looked around the classroom and found that it was well cleaned. But when I opened the broom cupboard, ah, it was dirty, and the broom tilted left and right, which was a mess. So, I asked Xu to take out all the brooms first, and then we swept them into the cupboard. In a short time, the cupboard was cleaned, and finally the brooms were neatly arranged in a line. After packing, I went outside to have a look. Everything is clean, and I'm relieved.
We all work hard to clean.
On Saturday, the teacher asked us to observe in kind of garlic.
I first dug some soil in the vegetable field next to the community, poured it into the flowerpot on the balcony, then peeled off the garlic one by one, carefully broke off the garlic one by one, gently inserted the garlic roots down into the flowerpot, then covered it with a thin layer of fine soil, and finally sprinkled some water. At this time, garlic cloves are like lovely babies, sleeping neatly in the cradle, as if to say, "It's so free and comfortable here, so friends don't have to squeeze together, thank you, little master."
Early the next morning, I excitedly ran to the balcony, thinking that garlic would grow, but it was still like a sleeping beauty, with no movement at all. How I wish it would grow up quickly, so that I can eat delicious garlic sprouts.
One day, two days, the third day, wow! Finally, three sharp little heads emerged from the flowerpot-my garlic baby sprouted! Green with a little yellow, like naughty children competing to breathe the fresh air of nature. I quickly measured it with a ruler. Wow! It's already a centimeter long, and I jumped three feet high happily. This is my own garlic sprout!
Two days later, the first three garlic trees began to branch, and other garlic species were not far behind, scrambling to emerge, with sharp buds against the soil. A week passed, and the stems of the first three garlic trees were about five centimeters taller than before. Garlic leaves hung down like a girl's long hair, and other garlic also grew a lot, like tall and straight soldiers, waiting in neat queues for the inspection of the chief. The whole flowerpot is lush, full of green, congratulations!
Ah, garlic has finally become a garlic seedling!
Growth Diary Composition 4 20xx April 7th Thursday sunny
In today's reporter's class, the teacher gave us some sunflower seeds to plant at home and observe its growth process.
As soon as I got home, I asked my mother for a flowerpot and put soil in it. I carefully buried sunflower seeds in the soil, and my mother told me that the growth of sunflower needs enough water, so that the seeds can germinate after absorbing enough water. After I planted the sunflower, I watered it enough and covered the flowerpot with a layer of plastic wrap. In this way, seeds with temperature and humidity can germinate quickly.
Saturday, April 9th, 20xx is fine.
This morning, it was found that the soil where sunflowers were planted was higher than that in other places. When I gently pull open the soil, the original sunflower has grown pale yellow buds and spread the soil. Hey, the sunflower is sprouting! I jumped three feet for joy! Cover the scraped soil gently so as not to disturb its growth.
Wednesday, April 13, 20xx is cloudy.
Today is the fifth day of sunflower germination, and the soil has emerged from the bud. There are two leaves in the pale yellow bud, tender and green, which are very attractive. I looked at it and felt flattered, as if I saw a sunflower in full bloom.
20xx May 12 Thursday cloudy
As the days passed, the buds grew taller and taller, and the wind blew and swayed. I took some chopsticks and put them in the soil. I gently fixed the seedlings on the chopsticks with cotton thread. This way, we are not afraid that the seedlings will be blown down by the wind.
I carefully observed the seedlings of sunflower. They now have six leaves, and there is a thin layer of hair on the leaves, which feels very soft and interesting. The color of leaves has also changed from light green at the beginning to green now.
20xx June 12 Sunday sunny
As usual in the morning, I came to the balcony and was immediately shocked by the touch of stone! I saw a round flower on the top of the sunflower seedling, golden yellow, like a small sun, nodding to me gently in the morning breeze. Ah, what a beautiful sunflower! Pale stems, dark green leaves and golden flowers, I think there is no more beautiful flower in the world!
Three-year-old growth diary composition 5
I'm three years old and I haven't learned to speak for a year. Supposedly, my parents should take me outside, show me the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green grass, and teach me to know these things and say their names. But my parents are not like this. They always use too much work as an excuse to make money after eating every day. I really don't understand whether money is really needed most in life.
My parents locked me in the house, bought me some literacy cards and children's tapes, and let the country girl with no nanny experience take me. After my parents leave, sometimes I cry because I feel unwell, but the little babysitter will make me cry and read me her Qiong Yao novels. Parents at the weekend occasionally takes time to get close to me. They hug me and hug me, but I feel strange to them. I am in their arms, but I feel far away from them. My heart is outside in the garden. Through the glass window, I saw some children of rural migrant farmers playing happily on the grass outside. I envy them very much.
be five (years old)
Five years old, the poet said that five years old is called childish childhood. Naivety should be beautiful and make me yearn for it, but my five-year-old child is not. When I was five years old, my parents spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy me a piano. They didn't ask my advice. They forced me to learn the piano when they saw other children learning it. I feel very sad. I really don't understand my parents, and neither do my parents. My parents' greatest expectation is my greatest disappointment! Every day when my mother comes home from work, she will practice with me. To me, every note made by the piano is so annoying and frightening. My loving mother is sitting beside me, and my son's body is close to his mother, but I feel my heart is far away from his mother.
At the age of eight
I just entered the second grade. I didn't expect to be so tired at school, exhausted physically and mentally. I get up at sunrise every day, study in the dark most of the day at school, and have endless homework when I get home. In order to ensure my health, my mother always spends money to buy me supplements, such as calcium, zinc, iron, brain and nerve. I seem to be a key patient in the hospital. I had some time during the holiday. I thought I could rest at ease, but I didn't expect my mother to arrange a full schedule for me to learn foreign languages, Olympics, art and mathematics. ...
Mom, when can I have a free world? When can I go back to my naive childhood? When can you walk into my heart, so that there will be no distance and no separation between our hearts?
The "spiritual distance" is really terrible. It can separate the closest father and son, mother and child. The "generation gap" is actually the distance between hearts. This diary-like work reflects the theme of the "generation gap"-the distance between hearts. The author chose three age groups in his life path, and wrote his mother's incomprehension of herself and all kinds of wrong practices that made him disgusted and unbearable under the psychological control of eager ambition with real and sensible first-hand materials. The theme is profound, which makes people think deeply and reflect: what kind of education is humanized education? How to love your children is true love? The language of the article is vivid and fluent, and the feelings are sincere, so it is very infectious to read. The structure of the article is also unique, with the subtitles of "three years old", "five years old" and "eight years old" and clear eyes. The selection of each part is closely related to the characteristics of different age groups, making the article more authentic and credible!
Growth Diary Composition 6199865438+February 25th
Listen to whose crying woke up the neighbors. Listen to who has happy laughter again; Whose voice is coaxing children? My home, of course, because I just came to this world.
199965438+February 25th
Today I am happier than ever, because today is the second time I have seen so many guests since I was born. I am one year old today! Mother cooked many good dishes to celebrate my birthday.
20xx65438+February 25th.
I am five years old this year. I can eat the cake and eat it myself. I know today is my birthday from the crowd. As soon as the food was served, my mother carried me to the table. Seeing so many good dishes, I don't care about the image of a lady in life, and I can't wait to reach out and eat. When my mother heard the news and saw the bad food, my fifth birthday party was ruined by myself.
20xx May 27th
Now I am a pupil, not the little girl who messed up the food on the table. Mom and dad have been much stricter since they went to school last year. Well, I always get into trouble everywhere. Every time I cheat, I make trouble with my parents for no reason, and I always get a meal.
20xx September 1
Now I am a middle school student. The study task is much heavier than before, and the homework is obviously much more than that of primary school, but parents and teachers have higher expectations for us.
Postscript: Time is tight now, so it's easy to keep a diary. In the process of growing up, the diary records our bits and pieces, but through a few lines, we will still realize the hard work and fun of learning. Yes, each of us will learn to mature and eventually grow through continuous learning.
Growing up diary composition 7 Sunday March 28 sunny day
Spring is coming, and everything grows! The peacock grass I planted is also ready to move! I am not happy to watch the malachite grass planted hard grow day by day, and it is full of fun to think about its growth!
At the beginning of the month, I gently put the seeds of malachite in a prepared flowerpot, buried them with soil, poured water on them, and finally put them in the corner of the room. I got up early the next morning and went to see it for the first time. Alas, nothing happened. Look after class at night, as if nothing has changed; The next day; The third day ... the sixth day, just when I was about to despair, wow! On the seventh day, on this day, my malachite finally sprouted! I solemnly introduced the new member to my family. Our family welcomed this new friend and helped to look after him. Grandma moves it out every day, saying that she wants to bask in the sun, let it photosynthesis and make it grow more luxuriantly. Grandpa is busy fattening it; Mother also helps clean the flowerpot; And I wander around it whenever I have time, watching it grow two green leaves from bean sprouts, and then grow taller every day, and I am indescribable excited!
I really hope that my malachite will grow healthily and vigorously under the care of my family and me!
Growing Diary Composition 8 Growing Diary During my growing up, my father, mother and cousin had a great influence on me. I remember one Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, my father stopped me and said to me; "Jia yi, grandma is ill. Later, we will visit grandma in Chaling's hometown. We may not come back until Sunday night. " As it happens, I just promised my classmates to participate in our own love activities on Sunday morning. It's rare to go out with classmates. It's a pity not to go. I said to my father; "You go, I won't go, I want to show my love to my classmates." Dad looked very angry and said to me, "Dad is very much in favor of your participation in the activity of offering love, but now grandma is seriously ill and we must go back." If you don't care about your grandmother when she is sick, then you have no conscience. What kind of love can you talk about without conscience, don't you think? Giving love begins with honoring the elderly. "I am ashamed of my father's words, but I also respect my father more, because he let me know that filial piety is also a kind of love. My mother is over 30 years old, but she is still studying for a Ph.D. and will soon face graduation. In order to write my graduation thesis as soon as possible, my mother gets up early and goes to bed late every day these days, working 16 hours. Seeing my mother working so hard, I said sadly, "mom, why are you working so hard?" Don't you already have a job? What are you studying for? " Mom smiled and said, "A person living in this world must pursue something. As long as he works hard and takes action, he is sure to succeed. ".Now that my mother has finished writing her thesis, I heard that she will graduate soon. Seeing her happy appearance, I felt lasting charm. Yes, we should insist on doing everything. As long as we make unremitting efforts, we will certainly realize our wishes. My cousin's playfulness showed me the serious consequences of playfulness. My cousin studies in Jingyan Middle School in junior high school and lives in our home. My cousin is a computer geek and a novelist. In order to play games, he often goes to Internet cafes. For this reason, my father often goes to Internet cafes to find him. In order to read the novel without letting adults know, he hid under the quilt and read it with a flashlight, and his eyes were nearsighted. My cousin's playfulness is often reprimanded by adults, but he just doesn't change. As a result, his grades have plummeted, from the top few in his class when he first entered junior high school to more than 40 in his class. In the senior high school entrance examination, my cousin really paid the consequences of being playful and failed to be admitted to Zhuzhou No.2 Middle School, the best high school in Zhuzhou. The cousin who was hit regretted it. He said to me, "Jiayi, don't be like me." You must work harder! " "Now, I heard that my cousin is much more sensible and studies hard. My parents often regard my cousin's learning experience as an example to educate and urge me.
Speaking of diaries, there must be many people who are big heads, and my primary school is no exception.
In primary school, I spent an hour writing a 300-word diary. At that time, I felt that keeping a diary became a burden in my heart, and I felt particularly annoyed. Therefore, I usually call every Friday afternoon "black afternoon"-two consecutive composition classes! Of course, it would be much easier if the teacher asked me to copy the composition and write while playing games.
After entering junior high school, keeping a diary has almost become a very common thing, because we keep a diary almost every day. After such a semester, we even feel that writing a composition and keeping a diary in junior high school is much simpler than that in primary school, and we have almost formed a habit. I can finish my diary in 20 minutes, which I couldn't finish in an hour before. I think this is my greatest progress. I just don't use many idioms.
After junior high school, keeping a diary has almost become a habit for me to express my emotional feelings. At first, I was almost determined and inspirational. As for the bad emotional feelings, I really dare not write them in my diary for fear that the teacher will see them and give me or other students "ideological education"!
Gradually, I write everything that happens every day in my diary, embellished with beautiful sentences, and don't write a running account. Therefore, many past events are recorded in my diary. The diary of senior one, which looked very long at that time, looks very rare now. I can't even believe my eyes! But that's how it came step by step. If a writer looks back at his original diary, will he be laughed at by his innocence?
Now I take out the composition of grade five or six, and I feel that the sentence is unreasonable and naive. However, it is in this diary that we cherish our growing process. Anyway, it should be worth cherishing and browsing. This is an affirmation of yourself, and it is also catching up with the past and remembering yourself.
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