Growth Story
Everyone’s growth story is full of joy, anger, sadness, and joy; everyone’s growth story is worth recalling slowly. The stories of growing up are extremely colorful and continuous. The spicy ones are pepper and the bitter ones are homemade painstaking powder...
Opening my memory scroll, an incident during last summer vacation seemed to come back to me. Before my eyes.
One day during the holiday I was reading on the balcony, and suddenly I noticed two gray pigeons jumping outside the balcony, oh! I took a closer look at the two pigeons with two twigs in their mouths, and thought to myself, what are they going to do? I tiptoed and hid quietly behind the curtain, and found that they put down the twigs and flew away. After a while, they flew back with twigs in their mouths, oh! I understand, they were afraid that I would be lonely, so they came to be my neighbors! Just flying back and forth like this, I couldn't see them resting. The next afternoon after school, I rushed to the balcony and found that their little home had been built at some point.
Soon, the mother dove laid two eggs. Ever since her baby landed, she squatted down and wrapped it with her warm wings. She never left it again, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away from her. . What about the male pigeon? I haven't seen it again, it seems to have evaporated and disappeared. My curiosity finally made me unable to control myself. I gently pushed open the screen window and reached out to touch her feathers. Suddenly, she suddenly stretched out her neck and pecked at me with her sharp mouth. All her feathers stood up and her wings flapped. The slaps made me feel like I was touched by high-voltage electricity. Oh my god, I was scared to death! I hurriedly closed the window and tried to snatch her "baby" through the glass. I saw that her eyes were about to explode with anger. Her wings were beating the window desperately, and the glass was almost broken. I was a little funny. I thought to myself, don’t you know I’m just teasing you? Suddenly, I found blood stains on the glass, ah! It turned out that its wings were cracked.
From that day on, I put all the rice and millet at home, which pigeons love to eat, on a plate and put them next to it. It still thought that I was hostile to it and ruffled its feathers. It stared at me with wide eyes. I didn't dare to look at it, so I hurriedly tiptoed away.
Mother's love is really the greatest and most selfless love in the world! In order to protect her children, regardless of her own safety, her small body dared to fight against humans. I used to be ignorant, but as I grew up, looking at my mother, why was it not like this? Afraid that I am hot, afraid that I am cold, afraid that I will not have enough to eat, afraid that I will not be warm enough to wear,...
Motherly love! The most selfless love in the world!
Part 2: My Growth Story
Everyone has many growth stories, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was the first time I slept alone. Looking back, I still remember it fresh.
I remember one day when I was five years old, my parents had to work overtime, and I was the only one at night. If it were a normal day, they would definitely send me to my brother's house, but today, they said that I had grown up and could sleep by myself, and insisted on leaving me at home alone.
At night, the house was empty and silent. I finished eating, washed up, climbed into bed, turned off the light and went to sleep. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t fall asleep while lying on the bed tossing and turning. So, I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was so dark that I could even hear my own heartbeat. I was really scared. The horrible scenes I usually saw on TV flashed through my mind one by one, making my hair stand on end. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window, causing the empty clothes hangers to make a "ding-dong, ding-dong" sound. The clothes hanging outside were swaying in the wind, shadowy, and it looked like someone was outside. I was so scared that I hid under the quilt. Although I was sweating profusely under the quilt, I still didn't dare to come out. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I wanted to go out to cool off and take a breath, but I didn't dare. Suddenly, a voice appeared in my mind: "Long, you must not go out. If you go out, you will be discovered by bad people outside." "No," another voice said: "That's not a bad person at all. , it’s clothes, just go out.
"It's better to believe that there is something than to believe that there is nothing. Everyone says so. You must not go out." "Isn't this obvious?" Those were all the wind's pranks, they were clothes but not the bad guy. What's more, as long as you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. "...These two voices were arguing in my mind, making it difficult for me to make a decision. In the end, I got out of the quilt, but in any case, I was a little scared and spent that unforgettable night uneasily. .
The next day, my parents praised me and said, "Long, you have grown up and become brave. "After hearing this, a bright smile appeared on my face, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey.
Since then, I have had my own small room and slept alone. It is really the beginning of everything. "Difficult"!
Part 3: My Growth Story
As I grew up, I realized the joy of growing up.
First of all, I realized the importance of health I am taller than my peers. This is not "puffy". My muscles are strong and strong. This is due to my good eating habits and my unremitting exercise. I accepted all kinds of vegetables and fruits, and developed the eating habit of "eating well at breakfast, eating well at lunch, and eating less at night." My grandma and mother carefully arranged my diet and nutrition when I was very young, about three years old. Well, my grandpa took me to swim, and then taught me how to skate, ride a bike, play badminton, and occasionally football. Anyway, I exercise almost every day, rain or shine. In the training class, my swimming level also improved a lot. When I was in third grade, I participated in the swimming competition organized by Tianhe District and won the first place in the 9-year-old group. I exercise, I am happy!
Secondly, I experienced the joy of learning. When I was in the first grade, my expression skills were not good and I didn’t dare to speak when there were many people. I stuttered when telling stories. Later, with the teacher’s patient encouragement, I With the help of teachers and students, I was able to speak boldly in class, and my expressive ability also improved significantly. I also began to learn to write essays. At first, I didn’t know how to write essays, so the teacher taught us to write diaries slowly and asked us to read a lot of extracurricular books and ask us to remember. I learned good words and sentences and tried to use them in writing. This year, I won the honorary title of "Outstanding Young Pioneer" and my academic performance remained the same. I ranked among the best and began to pay attention to my calligraphy. I practiced whenever I had time, and my hard work paid off. I won the second prize in the second-grade hard-pen calligraphy competition. I actively participated in various cultural and sports activities, and represented the class in the school's first class. I won the fifth place in the 400-meter run in the sixth track and field meeting. I also participated in the school's essay competition and won the first prize. This was completed under the guidance of my mother. This year, I won the "Active Activity Award". In the third grade, I kept in mind the teacher's teachings: "There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world." I still maintained the spirit of hard study and worked hard to make progress. At the end of the semester, I was rated as a "Three Good Students". I am now a fourth grade student. I continue to work hard to maintain balanced development and overall improvement in each class. I am still rated as a "three good student" this semester. I study, I am happy!
Third, I am! I have experienced the joy of making friends. I have made many friends since kindergarten. After I entered elementary school, I made friends with Guo Ruoyu, Pan Fengjie from our community, and my cousin Zhang Tong. , Zhang Xin, we study, exercise, and play games together, and we can learn a lot from good friends. By the way, my dad is also my "buddy". He takes me out to play, takes me to exercise, and helps me with tutoring. I study and sometimes help me with my homework. I make friends and I am happy!
I grow and I am happy!
Chapter 4: I grew up in pain
Father Time walked slowly past me in a wheelchair. The naughty time sneaked out of the old man's pocket, kept me company, and brought me two gifts - one was growth, the other was pain.
I don’t understand its meaning. I wonder if time is reminding me to grow in pain?
Time has given me two gifts - one is growth, the other is pain. As a teenager I fell in love with bikes and the speed with which the wind rushed past me while riding. But love has to pay a price. I was injured while playing with a car with my classmates. The steel bar of the bicycle cut my thigh, leaving a gash of more than ten centimeters in my leg, and red blood flowed out uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth in pain, but never cried. When greeting my family, I just opened and closed my pale lips to tell them "it doesn't hurt", pulled the corners of my mouth hard, and raised a smile. My family told me that as I grew up, I no longer shed tears over pain. I laughed so hard that the corners of my mouth hurt. I grew up in pain and gradually understood those two gifts.
Time gives me two gifts - one is growth, the other is pain. I can still endure trauma, but this time it is a mental and spiritual pain. I wonder if I can still find growth in the pain. My grandmother, who had always loved me the most, passed away suddenly, which made me forget to breathe for a moment, because the pain was so deep that even breathing was painful. The death of a loved one made me feel unprecedented pain. It was so painful that it felt like I had lost all consciousness. The pain spread too easily, and after a few days, my heart seemed empty. Immediately afterwards, my grandpa, who had always been healthy, suffered another stroke. The pain from the last time had not stopped, and a new pain came again. The grandpa who had suffered a stroke was lying on the hospital bed and told me: "Diannan, you have to grow up. Grandpa can't help at home anymore. You should study hard and help your mother with some housework." I persisted and did it, regardless of the pain, and forgot to cry. My family once again told me that when I grow up, I can help my family. I am happy because I once again learned to grow through pain, and I understand those two gifts better.
Time gave me two gifts - one is growth, the other is pain. I learned to grow in pain; I learned to grow in pain; I learned to grow in pain.
Growth is my own war, although it has no smoke and no casualties. But it made me understand that I cannot fall down in the face of pain, even if the pain is very strong, I cannot fall down.
I think I can say loudly to time, thank you! I have learned to grow through pain.
Part 5: Understanding Growth
Growth is a song, a simple and tortuous song, with movement and stillness, joy and sorrow, and "the long wind and the waves will meet" The majesty of "Sometimes" has the melancholy of "people have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes", and the open-mindedness of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountains".
Growth is a process. When we open our eyes and are lucky enough to come into this world, we begin to grow. From ignorance to knowledge, from innocence to depth, we write and direct endless stories. In retrospect, we may find many stories ridiculous, but it is these many ridiculous things that enrich our knowledge warehouse, make us understand that "knowledge is power", and make us realize the weakness and helplessness of ignorance. During this period, we have been through ups and downs. "When hundreds of rivers reach the east and reach the sea, when will they return to the west?" The passing time can only leave beautiful memories. However, doesn't the process of growing up also include the hard work of parents and teachers? Aren’t the expectations of our elders also placed on us as we grow? Therefore, growth is a group of vivid fusions, inclusive and gathered together. However, it is this colorful color that condenses a colorful and valuable life.
Growth is a kind of beauty. The beauty of growth lies in the fact that we constantly learn the old and bring in the new. It lies in the fact that its metabolism gives birth to gorgeous stamens, bright smiles and abundant harvests. We grow, and the history of our growth is to replace one way of life with another, based on one kind of maturity and moving towards another kind of maturity. In the process of growth, there are flowers and fruits, and most of them are still buds. Our parents and teachers all had bright smiles on their faces when they saw how beautiful we were blooming. "When the flowers bloom again, no one will be young again", yes, "It is too early for black hair to learn diligently, and it is too late for gray heads to regret studying".
Only by forging ahead can we "reach a higher level", absorb the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world, and create tomorrow's glory.
Growth is a fortune, "A horse will never gallop without another horse chasing and overtaking it." Horses need challenges, and human growth needs challenges even more. As long as you bravely accept the challenges of life, no one's life is smooth sailing, but different people have different understandings of the difficulties on the way forward. To the weak, difficulty is the abyss of heaven and earth: to the strong it is a priceless treasure. Success is very simple. It depends on whether you have the confidence and perseverance to face difficulties. We can regard any difficulty as an opportunity to exercise and improve. We can regard it as every challenge in life. You will be able to achieve all the good and happy things. have.
Growth is wonderful because of dedication, and dedication is beautiful because of strength. As long as everyone has a pair of flying wings in their hearts, they will surely be able to find a palace of growth that suits them!