The road to growth is bumpy and smooth. Many things in the rough need your efforts, and friends and relatives in the flat will give you some help. The road to growth is monotonous and colorful. Monotonia spends most of her time studying, but Colorful still has time to do her own thing. The road to growth is boring and interesting. Boring, I have to do a lot of things I don't want to do, and I am interested in doing what I want to do when my parents are away.

The first morning star when I was growing up was my mother, who brought me to this strange world and helped me get familiar with it. It was my mother who taught me to walk and let me have fun with my feet; It was my mother who taught me to speak, so that I could express my thoughts better. It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the history of words; It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the long and interesting history of China. The second morning star is my first teacher, who brought me into the ocean of knowledge and let me know the fun of learning; Bring me into the river of books and let me understand that reading is an interesting thing; It brought me into the stream of my classmates and made me gain pure friendship.

It is inevitable to stumble on the road of growth. I remember once, I went to an essay contest with confidence. I thought it must be the first prize, but I didn't expect to get an excellent certificate because of my hard work. I am disappointed, but failure is the mother of success. In order to strive for this tone, I studied the composition book hard, often took part in composition classes, actively signed up for an composition competition, and finally entered the final in an composition competition, although I don't know the result yet.

Let's work together on the road of growth.

2. Growing story composition 300 words In my life, I have many growing experiences. Growth seems to be an overturned "four-flavor bottle" with four flavors: sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. This also means that in the process of growing up, you will definitely encounter these four different flavors. Let me give you a brief introduction.

Bitter: On February 4th, 65438, we didn't do morning reading, but there was noisy.

Because of this, the teacher took us to the small playground. As soon as I went out, a cold wind blew and I trembled all over. The teacher said, "If you don't know the cold, you don't know what happiness is."

We have been reading the text on the small playground. After a while, our faces were red with cold and our hands were stiff with cold, but I didn't shed a tear, because I knew that we were happy living in such an environment, so we shouldn't be born happy. "Since then, I have learned that life is not always smooth sailing, and only after experience can I understand the true meaning of life.

These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow and make me forge ahead. Only by understanding, experiencing and reflecting on one thing can we grow, understand and mature.

3. Growth story composition 300 words model essay:

1 I don't know when I started, but I have a kind of worry in my heart. I added a small lock to my thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with people.

I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?

Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

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Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.

I was innocent when I was two hours old. Also made a lot of jokes. Now that I think about it, I still have new memories.

Mom and dad are very busy at work. I went to a small kindergarten class when I was two and a half years old. At that time, the teacher was in class and I couldn't listen. One day, all the children were drawing pictures, and I was rocking my chair to play. I rocked my chair, fell down and hit the corner of the table. The tooth pinched a hole in the tongue, and the skin on the lips was scratched, and bright red blood flowed out. You can't take medicine, you can't dress it, you can only endure it. I didn't shed a tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten.

As soon as I learned to speak, my mother asked me to speak when I met someone I knew. A woman of the same age as my mother is called "Auntie", and a woman of the same age as my grandmother is called "Grandma" ... Another day, after kindergarten was over, I went to the school where my grandmother worked. The teachers gathered around and asked me what to call them. I opened my eyes wide, some called "auntie" and some called "grandma". Teacher Ren came over and asked me what to call her. I studied her for a long time. She is older than her mother and younger than her grandmother. I temporarily invented a name called "Auntie". As soon as I called "grandma", everyone present laughed. I still call her "grandma" until now.

In the first grade, I began to learn computer from my grandmother. I learned to input Chinese characters, arrange pages with word, edit various forms with excel, and make simple electronic tabloids with word! My greatest pleasure is browsing the Internet. I applied for a free email address and a "online composition book for primary school students" online. There are dozens of my "masterpieces" in the composition book. Recently, I wrote "Change" which has been posted on the website of "Online Composition for Primary School Students".

One day before the summer vacation this year, after school, I was looking for information on the Internet in the school computer room. My English teacher (my teacher, he taught my father, so I called him) asked me to find him English exercises for middle school students. I found it quickly with Baidu. Open it and see that it is a compressed file. Download it to disk e first, find it after downloading, and decompress it. Favourite looked at the topic and said, "Linlin, this is it. Arrange the pages and print them out with a printer. " I did as touts said. The onlookers looked around and said, "This little thing is better than all of us!" " I was very proud when I heard the teachers' praise. But I will never be proud, and I will continue to work hard.

Childhood is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. These things are good memories for me.

4. Growth Story Composition 300 words Terrible night

The years of growing up are like running water, coming and going in a hurry. Before you know it, it's time to change again. Around every child like me, there are joys and troubles that irrigate our growth.

Remember, it was one night when I was six years old. "Chu Er, go to sleep quickly." I slowly picked up my toothbrush, which wriggled on my teeth like a snail. I walked to the room trembling, because today I promised my mother to sleep alone.

I was on pins and needles when the door slammed. I closed my eyes at once, but something that shouldn't have appeared in my mind-a ghost. When I opened my eyes, the gentle moonlight reflected on the glass. I kept staring at the glass, but it didn't take long for my heart to come back. The curtains were blown like ghosts by the wind, so I immediately put the quilt over my head. At this time, "music" (the sound of opening the door) made something appear in my mind that should not have appeared. At this time, the door slowly opened with a "ah" and I shouted, "Why are you late? Why don't you sleep? " Mother closed the door angrily, so I tucked in and went to bed without thinking about anything.

The next morning, the sun woke me. As soon as I opened my eyes, the bright sunshine shone on my eyes, as if nothing had happened ... At night, I lay in bed and thought: How can there be ghosts in the world? Can people live if there are ghosts? So I don't have to be afraid, as long as I don't think about anything.

Now, I am not afraid of the dark, because I know that fear comes from the heart. If I want to conquer fear, I must conquer myself. Dare to travel all over the world, be timid and dare not move. Life is full of sunshine, full of flavor like a five-flavor bottle, and full of hardships and tempering. Let's go forward with colorful life stories and finish the journey of life.

The 5.300-word growth story composition is around every child like me, but it is this worry that has taught me knowledge that happiness cannot give me. It's all the nutrition I need. I can't turn back, merry-go-round. I find that they don't understand me more and more. What I hate is that the joy of growing up has not slipped away. Doll, justice and evil ... Only when happiness and trouble coexist can we grow up well and come in a hurry. This is not an understandable way to solve problems in Olympic Mathematics.

Growing pains. Grow up.

Happiness and trouble are always two inseparable souls. That scene is really exciting. Did you miss it? Others haven't finished yet, so you should be independent. When making new friends, hold fast to the glorious years; When you receive a holiday gift ... think about it. Childhood memories are endless, but they are endless. They reflect each other, so that I have a regretless growth experience, bid farewell to nostalgia and taste bitterness for the first time. I have grown up. Count the happy events of the past year. Suddenly woke up from a dream, can't rely on others! Take part in school military training and give up everything. This is not a literary knowledge that can be learned by "learning the sea without limits", and you often speak ill of me. Almost everyone doesn't want their troubles to stay around. I grew up again. I don't understand why so many people are against me. Everything makes us happy. I am already reading extra-curricular books: Light and Darkness, Tolerance … just like a cup of tea. Unconsciously, there are happiness and troubles that irrigate our growth, black and white. Is it the trouble that makes the colorful road of growth better and moves us?

Everything has shortcomings. Fate plays tricks on them all the time, and happiness is always with me, irrigating my growth: strength. I am very satisfied. Some people feel that there is no happiness in the world, and the speed is always twice as fast as that of other students, so they leave in a hurry?

A year went by in a hurry. But I don't think so. Sweet as candy, it's all in my pocket. They just want to be happy! I also went to a concert.

Happy growth, happy, happy or sad, catching up with the pace of growth in growth, I cried for my mother. Whether it is happiness or trouble, when the clock strikes zero, these beautiful things will be left behind by us when we grow up.

The speed of growth continues; Teachers don't care about me as much as before, and their minds are full of troubles that make them unable to imagine happiness! And every time I do my homework! The school organized an autumn outing. Think again. All the partners around me grew up with me? Yes, it's time to change in a year! And when the competition won the prize, the creator created the two poles of things. Mom said it was to bid farewell to the past and live up to the years. I only know that I can't grow up for the second time. I have added so many shining stars to my growth record, and I can't wait to go to my next destination, ice cream. I still have unyielding stubbornness and naughty rebellion.

I giggled at the thought. It's really interesting, and I don't need to look back, but I don't understand it more and more ... I have experienced a lot of fears, but I really can't remember it at first and I understand it. It is this flaw that makes me really perfect, thinking that I have no troubles. I have countless troubles, and the years of growing up in such a short year are like running water.

6. The story of growing up is 300 words. I believe everyone has many stories of growing up. There is happiness, sadness, pain and fun. In short, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.

I also have a beautiful growth story, which I will never forget. Next, I'll tell you a story about my growing up-the first time I slept alone:

I remember one day when I was five years old. Usually my mother will sleep with me, and then she will leave me when I fall asleep. However, today, my mother let me sleep alone.

So I had to go back to my small home and sleep alone.

I don't know why, I couldn't sleep in bed, so I got out of bed, picked up crayons and paper and drew some protective covers. After painting, I hung these protectors on my bed and looked at them. My heart is much calmer, but I'm still a little scared. Then I spent the night in fear.

The next day, when I got up early, my mother said to me, "You are so brave!" " "At that time, my heart was sweeter than eating honey.

From then on, I began to sleep alone. It's really "everything is difficult at the beginning"!

7. The story of growing up, more than 300 words. Every time I go home, I will see a wall recording my height when I was a few years old. Looking at them, it seems to tell me about my growth. A little girl ran to the wall, clamoring for her father to make a mark on the wall, and sighing at the horizontal line: "I have grown taller again!" " "

I remember when I was born, a yellowed photo witnessed my happiness: a chubby little girl picked up a so-called "heavy" paper bag with immature hands. Although her face was flushed, her face was still filled with the joy of success. Of course, moving things is nothing more than a challenge for people like me who can't walk steadily. Now that the difficulty has been solved, can I not rejoice in my success? So success is to carry my schoolbag when I am one or two years old. Of course, as I grow up, I am not satisfied with carrying a bag. It has also become a compulsory course for me to send watermelons to my father who took the postgraduate entrance examination in summer.

When I was five or six years old, a "monster" came to my house, which scared me all over the house, but I couldn't help being curious. I walked up to it, stood on tiptoe, pressed a rectangular white key with my little hand, and a crisp noise came into my ears, which scared me. Thus, the electronic organ entered my childhood. In the first class, I only teach "doing". I pressed the key excitedly, shook my head and twisted my body, playing and singing like a young musician, and appeared in front of the piano. One day, when I got the certificate of Grade 10, I felt like I was seven or eight years old, and when I was one or two years old, I picked up a paper bag and felt the joy of success. Perhaps the inspiration of the electronic organ made my childhood life more musical and less boring.

At a rich birthday party, when a huge cross was printed on a beautiful big cake, I suddenly realized: I have gone through ten years, and after a turning point in my life, I should make some changes! Grandma came to me, and a book printed with "10 Happy Birthday" caught my eye. This book opened the way to success for me at the age of ten. Reading a book and savoring it has become my pleasure.

I am growing up, and growing up has brought me countless happiness. Every happy person is made up of success. May my life be full of happiness.

8. How to write a growth story in 300 words:

An inch of time is an inch of gold. In a blink of an eye, I have unconsciously passed nearly 1 1 spring and autumn, and spent countless inches of time ... In the process of my growth, many unforgettable things happened, just like seashells by the sea. Colorful and varied, but what makes me feel the most beautiful is the bud. That's what you did in ignorance. ...

My sister came to my house in the summer vacation of freshman year. Mom just bought a bunch of oranges. I took two big yellow oranges, one for me and one for my sister. I said, "How delicious is it?" My sister nodded and said, "It's delicious but not as delicious as you." We all laughed. But who knows, I accidentally ate the seeds in my stomach. Sister, watch and see. Pretending not to see it, she said solemnly, "Eat oranges instead of seeds. If you eat it, it will take root and sprout in your stomach and finally bear fruit. " I broke out in a cold sweat after listening to it. As long as I think about taking root in my stomach all afternoon ... I'm afraid. You will definitely want to tell your parents, but you are afraid that they will worry. My heart is restless and I can't stop beating.

At night, I finally fell asleep. But I had a strange dream. I had a bud on my head. My classmates stopped playing with me when they saw me. The teacher hates me and even my parents don't want me. I was lonely, no one noticed me ... I sat up and cried. My mother was awakened by me because of the noise. I rushed over and asked, "What's the matter?" Mom, I have a little bud on my head. You don't want me. Mother said, "silly child, you have a little bud there." I told my mother the truth in detail. Mother smiled and then said to me, "it takes air and soil to grow things ... is it?" ? Your sister is teasing you. You've been cheated! That's when I realized. Sister, wait for me, and I'll fool you next time.

How's it going? This is very interesting. In fact, my growth experience is like a photo recording my growth. Everything in the photo is reflected in my mind and I will never forget it. In fact, growing up is full of happiness, like a sweet toffee. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness; In fact, the experience of growing up is full of troubles, just like a cup of bitter coffee. Looking back on the bitterness left in our mouths, let's look back on the immaturity of childhood.

This is what I remember most clearly from my childhood. It is the most beautiful shell, the most dazzling star, the sweetest candy, the most beautiful photo and the sweetest coffee. Growing memory is the most beautiful part of life.

9. Composition: I grew up in 300 words.

Growing up, I was full of joy, smile, confidence and success, but also full of anxiety, helplessness, pain and impatience. With the passage of time, I have not only grown taller, but also gained more and more knowledge under the guidance of my school teachers.

I have been a naughty egg since I was a child. Since Yiya entered the school, she has her own class. In class, I am often a minor preserved egg, and many things make the teacher unhappy, but I am lively, cheerful and good at thinking, which makes me a partner that children want to associate with. This is me when I was a child.

Growing up, I was a doormat. At school, I often hear complaints from my classmates, especially at noon. Whenever I see the teacher asking me to copy my homework on the blackboard, I will hear my classmates shouting and cursing. I am the representative of the department, and I am very helpless. The teacher forced me to copy my homework. Because I was not good at words, my classmates gave me a dirty look, so I had to admit it. For the homework assigned by the teacher, I worked hard and didn't say a word, just to finish the homework. I have to do my homework in every class at night, often until 10 o'clock in the middle of the night. This is me who is tired of homework.

Since childhood, I have been a good boy loved by teachers. With the growth of my grade, my thinking became active, so I became an active member in my class. In class, I spoke actively and became one of the students who answered the teacher's questions the most. My academic performance is very good. Learning is interesting (for now). This is me now.

The pace of growth continues, there is no turning back, and there is no need to turn back. Only by knowing that you can't grow twice can you grow up well and live up to these years. Whether it is happiness or trouble, it irrigates my growth and is the nutrition I need!

10. There are many life stories in the 300-word composition of growing up in the fourth grade. Of course, stories that accompany our growth are indispensable. x l e d u n e t

When I was 7 years old, my mother didn't allow me to cook by myself. I just wanted to do it. No, mom and dad are not at home on Sunday. Why don't I take this opportunity to fry an egg? x l e d u n e t

Let's get started. I pour the oil into the pot first. When there is smoke on the pot, I take the eggs out of the refrigerator, knock them out one by one, break them open and put them in the pot. The eggs squeaked and the music blew. Transparent egg white gradually becomes milky white, slowly expands like blowing bubbles, and surrounds the yolk, just like splashing waves. . x l e d u n e t

When mom and dad come back, I'll take out the fried eggs and let them taste them. Mom and dad just took a bite, frowned, and then ran to the pool and spit them all out. I took a bite, ah! It's terrible. There is too much salt. No wonder mom and dad spit eggs. x l e d u n e t

On the road of my growth, I will encounter many similar tempering. However, it doesn't matter, I will solve it with my wisdom and courage.