Growth is a road, which can lead childishness to maturity; Growth is a road, it can lead innocence to calm; Growth is a road. It can experience wind and rain and see rainbows; Growth is a road, feeling sadness, there will be happiness.
Growth is a kind of responsibility and a kind of relaxation; Growth is a kind of pain, but it is also a kind of happiness. I feel my own growth, which makes me learn to be considerate and grateful, tolerant and caring. This is my growth.
In the past, I always thought my parents were too busy to accompany me on the way home, to eat with me, and didn't care about me & hellip& hellip; However, after that unforgettable event, I learned to grow and gain a lot.
It was an ordinary day. The pattering rain hit the eaves and made a crisp Ding Dong sound. It compiled into a rain ditty and echoed in the sky. I came out of school and looked at the dark color in the sky as if it were my face. I opened my umbrella as if nothing had happened, and let the raindrops drop on the umbrella and splash transparent water. I stepped on the snow on the ground and made a 'creak creak' sound under my feet, adding new notes to the little song of rain. It's the twelfth lunar month. The cold wind is blowing, and even the trees are shivering with cold. My heart is as cold as a piece of ice in this ruthless winter. I shrunk my stiff neck, quickened my pace and ran home.
Suddenly, I found that the security guard at the door looked at me and picked up the phone next to me to report something to another person. I hurried to find a hidden place where I could hear the voice, hid, and listened quietly: 'Hey, she's back. Well, God loves her. She's in. " Suddenly, I vaguely heard the tired voice on the other end of the phone. It was Dad. My heart was hot, and I heard my father anxiously ask me. I seemed to see the traces of years on my father's kind face, but I still smiled kindly. My tears gushed out, and I rushed home like an arrow leaving the string. I sat quietly in the cold home, tears on the ground, there is infinite guilt.
Jingling bell -- the phone rang. I hurried to the phone. My mother's weak voice came from the phone. She booed me. I gently put down the phone in my hand, tears gushed out again, and my heart was twisted like a knife. Is this growth? Is this the pain of growth? I asked myself again and again, crying earth shaking, until my eyes turned into two red and swollen 'balls', I stopped crying.
The door opened and mom and dad came back. I jumped at them and gave them a big hug. I saw a happy smile on their faces. The mother said, 'our daughter has grown up!'
I said to myself quietly, maybe this is growth!
The road of growth is endless, the song of growth is sweet, and the price of growth is painful. I learned to be considerate and caring in the warm father's love and mother's love, and I learned to be tolerant in pain. I am growing up step by step and becoming more mature in the experience.
Vi. composition on Growth: a footprint on the road of growth_ 800 words in the first semester of grade 6, something happened that I can't forget. It was a sunny morning. On Thursday, on that morning, our school held a team leader election, and I was one of them.
The campaign is divided into four steps: competitive speech, talent competition, teacher introduction, and then voting.
There are five candidates: me, Chen Yuefei, Zhou Ying, Zhu Yuchao and Xu Shuang. My heart is tight. I know I don't have much hope, because Chen Yuefei's talent show is full of Manchu and Han people, which is very attractive. There are many delicacies in it, which makes people salivate, and my talent show is English reading. However, I can't lose heart. Without self-confidence, I lost the first step.
On the evening before the election, I thought of forming a 'family and friends Group' to show me my certificates, awards and published works. So, early the next morning, I rehearsed my 'family and friends Group', telling them what to do and what to pay attention to later: tell them to hold the certificates and works high above their heads & hellip& hellip; As time went by, at 7:50, we were going downstairs. Standing on the wide playground and facing the eyes of so many people, I felt a little nervous.
Here we go, first, second & hellip& hellip; The fourth is me! I gave my competitive speech on the stage, performed my talents, and stepped down. In the next time, my mind was blank until voting. My mind was excited and my heart jumped wildly. I was out of breath. I stood with four other students and received the students' votes.
Voting starts in grade one. " Wow -- 'all the children in grade one flocked to Chen Yuefei. Chen Yuefei said in the Manchu and Han banquet just now, please eat so many delicacies. They think they really have some! And they couldn't understand my English recitation. Seeing more and more tickets in Chen Yuefei's hand, my heart beat. At the beginning of the second grade, a little girl ran to me and stuffed the ballot into my hand. A warm wave surged in my heart. She gave me hope and opened the prelude to my ballot. I raised my right hand gratefully and made a neat team ceremony. Then, one ticket after another was stuffed into my hand, and many teachers handed me the ballot & hellip& hellip; Every time I receive a vote, I will thank them for their support, trust and encouragement.
When I began to count the votes, my heart jumped wildly again: the final answer was about to be announced, whether I received happy laughter or depressed tears; Is it the realization of the dream of hope or the disillusionment of the dream of expectation& hellip;& hellip; Finally, Chen Yuefei became the leader of the young pioneers with 69 votes. I am the vice leader.
I am not discouraged, not discouraged. I know that this is only a footprint on my growth path. In my life, there are more roads and more footprints, and it is just one of them. I believe that after the baptism of this storm, I will be stronger, work harder, surpass myself and move forward to a new goal!! Growth footprint_ 800 words when I was young, one day, many guests came to my house. Ouch, the excitement at that time, grandparents, grandparents and some distant relatives I didn't know gathered together. Everyone was jubilant and happy, watching TV, eating sugar and drinking drinks. When it was time to eat, they all sat around a big round table. The dragon's gate array was happily placed, chatting, toasting and blessing each other. No one noticed me.
I was the first to finish my meal and wipe my mouth. I sat on the ground with my favorite toy in my arms and played with interest. As I played, I couldn't help glancing at the rice cooker on the ground. Every day, I watched my mother cook the rice. The hard rice can be eaten in a while. It's delicious. It seems that rice cooker is a magical thing that can make raw things cooked, soft and edible! I looked at the toys in my hand, and an idea came into my mind. I immediately excitedly walked to the rice cooker with some building blocks, opened the cover, put them all on the white rice, and pressed the button my mother often pressed, which immediately lit a red light. I feel very happy. After a while, the building blocks will be ripe. What will the taste be like? I must ask my mother to try it! Mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing proudly with my hands on my back and playing with other toys as if nothing had happened & hellip& hellip;
After a while, a 'roar of the lion in the east of the river' came from the living room: 'Mou & times& times;！ come here! come here! Look what you've done! " I ran over and saw my mother angrily pointing to the rice cooker, her eyebrows twisted into a ball. I went to the electric rice castle and saw that the large and small building blocks were still resting on the snow-white rice, steaming hot. I calmed down and proudly told my mother: This is the building block I cooked in the rice cooker like you! Didn't you say that rice cookers can cook things? After so long, the building blocks must be ripe! Try it! " Mother was stunned when she heard this, and all the guests around burst into laughter. My mother couldn't help laughing and said to the ridiculous and angry me, 'what a fool! How can an electric rice cooker cook the building blocks? Building blocks are not food. They are so dirty. Don't do this next time! If you do this again, you will be beaten! " Mom scared me. When I heard this, I opened my eyes curiously. I still couldn't understand why the rice could be cooked, but the building blocks couldn't be cooked & hellip& hellip;
Remember, when I was a child, there were a lot of such stupid things! There are several big piles! Now think about it, sometimes even I can't help laughing. Although it's stupid, in my heart, they are like shining pearls. Connecting them together, they dress up my distant childhood in colorful colors. Growth footprint_ 800 words in the process of my growth, I left many growth footprints, just like the beautiful and free clouds in the sky. The acid, sweet, bitter and spicy are different. When I gently pick off a beautiful cloud and taste it carefully, I will be surprised to find that the past makes me have endless aftertaste & hellip& hellip;
--Inscription
Three years old -- acid
'mom, you don't want me anymore. You left me here. ' She spoke with a cry and stretched her hands helplessly towards her mother. But the little girl's mother walked away without looking back. As soon as she turned around, the little girl cried loudly, but the little girl didn't see it. At the moment her mother turned around, she shed crystal tears. This cloud is even more sour than lemon. Now taste it carefully. It is a sweet love. My mother doesn't want me to lie in her arms forever. The little Eagle always has to learn to fly.
Seven years old -- sweet
'Happy Birthday! Oh, yeah! " The cries of my classmates pulled me from the scene when I was 3 years old to one day after school in grade one. That day, the students left very early, leaving me alone in tidying up my schoolbag. Just when I was confused, the teacher and students had come to me with a big cake. Everyone surrounded me hand in hand and sang a birthday song. Looking at the scene in front of me, I was stunned and stood motionless until someone shouted my name and told me to make a wish and blow the candles quickly. I woke up like a dream: Oh, It turned out that the teachers and students wanted to give me an unexpected surprise. As soon as I entered primary school, everyone gave me a sweet cloud, which has been deeply imprinted in my mind.
Eleven years old -- bitter
Eleven is destined to be a hard year and a harvest year. The sky is gray, and my mood is also gray. I am busy with the sprint of xiaoshengchu all day. In order to be admitted to my ideal school, I have been on the road of sprinting xiaoshengchu every weekend when others are still sleeping in a warm quilt; Every weekend, others