The taste of growing up is understanding
The taste of growing up is to realize life.
The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.
The taste of growth is maturity.
Experience the taste of growth.
Second, I grew up in campus story composition.
Six years of primary school life is like passing clouds, and it has passed in a blink of an eye. What a wonderful memory.
What is still fresh in my memory is the school song: "Li Fenfang, a stranger in Gaoyou North, by the beautiful ancient canal. The windows are bright, the teaching building is clean ... "is a moving tune of this song, which accompanied me through the first stop of studying-primary school.
Of course, those teachers taught me how to be a man. After the teacher explained the knowledge in the book, I understood it more deeply. Helen Keller, who loves life and is indomitable; Confucius, who is well-directed and well-informed; Lu Xun, who cherishes time … I know him one by one. The teacher is so persuasive, I will always remember the teacher's inculcation and take the road of life well.
I also want to thank my second home-Chengbei Primary School. In recent years, Chengbei primary school has changed with each passing day. The campus has become bigger and more beautiful. Also honored to be rated as a provincial experimental primary school! Over the years, the school has carried out many activities, such as "hand in hand, I will add a piece of green to the west", so that everyone can add a piece of green to the west with the money from selling waste products; The "Spring Sports Meeting" is a good opportunity for students with good physical education to show their talents. I am a member of the Little snare drum Team in our school. Although the training is very hard, it has cultivated the spirit of being able to bear hardships. The game is so beautiful that you have to walk on the court. Really a little soldier spirit! What impressed me the most was the "Red Scarf Eco-cultural Street Activity". Let's review the scene at that time!
We held an auction, all the tools and the clothes of the auctioneer were intact, and the whole activity was as good as a formal auction. On the day before the activity, the classroom was decorated with colors by us. All the items in the auction were made of waste materials by ourselves. The starting price is one yuan, all the lots are auctioned out, and all the money from the auction is donated to the west. There were three teachers at the auction!
"Li Fenfang of Gaoyou North Momo." This sentence is absolutely true. There are many celebrities in our school! Wang Zengqi, who can really be called the "masterpiece" of China's literary world, was once a student of our school. There is also an off-campus counselor in our North Primary School. Although we don't meet often, every classmate who mentions him feels very cordial, and I am no exception. Who is he? He is the old soldier of the New Fourth Army-Wang's grandfather!
In this temple illuminated by the sunshine of knowledge, I have experienced many firsts: the first time I took a textbook; Raise your hand for the first time; Accepting the certificate for the first time; The first interview; The first debate and so on. Wow! Multiple firsts. My childhood also passed away in the first time again and again.
Dear students, I want to say goodbye to you. Even if we are separated, this big group will never be separated in our hearts.
Now, we must bid farewell to the beautiful campus; Say goodbye to the teacher who told us how to be a man and how to study; Say goodbye to classmates who get along day and night. I am attached to my classmates, teachers and alma mater. Now, my alma mater is about to celebrate its centenary birthday, and there is nothing I can do. Let's silently bless my alma mater!
(3) My story of campus growth
My happy growth story. In self-understanding, happiness is just a kind of love. My mother gave me deep maternal love. Bits and pieces of the past, such as spring rain, beat my heart, and touching stories emerged in front of my eyes. There was a person who loved me by my side that day. He braved the heavy snow and walked softly. It was cold that day. When she saw that I was wearing very little, I was moved to run away. Back home, she was already there. Sneezing, I asked him, are you okay? Do you want to drink some hot water? She said no, I'll go alone later. My happiness is brought by my mother. Her love is like a cup of thick milk, and his love is like a hard stone. Her love will never be forgotten. If one day I become a garden and a beautiful flower, my mother will definitely become a gardener in the garden. If one day I become a cheerful bird, my mother will definitely become a dense forest, so I can love you. If one day. I have become a small fish, and my mother will definitely become a fisherman to catch me. If one day I become a green meadow, my mother will definitely become a red sun to shine on the earth. If one day, time flies really fast, just call a small carriage and it will flow like a waterfall, then I will cherish the good times now, be myself and be a civilized pupil. This past full moon wine party included this lesson in a second in the park, so you can't make an appointment for this lesson. In the past day, I will get married. My parents' answer may be in the side, in Dongdong milk, or in your big hand. Maybe it's in my own clothes e
My story of growing up at school
In the sky in my memory, there are many beautiful stars, and each star records the story of my growth. Now I'll show you the brightest star.
That summer vacation, my mother took my cousin and me to Baiyangdian. On the third day, we went to the Grand View Garden by boat. When buying a boat ticket, you can't get a free ticket because your height is over 1 m. I need to buy a child ticket, but my mother doesn't have enough money. It's not easy to do it once. My mother stayed and let me go with my cousin. My mother is not at ease because we are children after all. The boat was about to leave, and it was too late for my second dad to send money. My mother said to me, "Cheng Cheng (my nickname), otherwise, you should go back to my second dad's house with my cousin first." I don't think I can go to the Grand View Garden when I go back to my second dad's house. I won't do this "losing money" business!
I thought about it and said, "Mom, I was squatting when I bought the ticket, so I don't have to buy the ticket?" Mom said, "This won't do." But my mother couldn't stand my indecision and said, "since you want to go so much, I will promise you, but this is the first time and the last time." I nodded in agreement.
I squatted when I bought the ticket, and the conductor said, "The child doesn't have to buy a ticket." Ha ha! I made it! When I was on the boat, I said to my mother, "I'm so smart!" " "Mom said," You kid ... "I quickly said," I know it's wrong to evade tickets! Mom? Salute! "Then I made a face and my mother was amused by me.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. I know it's wrong to evade tickets.
There are 600-word stories on my campus.
There are 12 classes in our school, and the students are very United, friendly and active. I have made many good friends here, including my outlook on late life, Wang Jiayi and Zhang Aocheng. Once we were playing games together, Jiang accidentally broke his nose. Everyone is anxious. Some people want to stop the bleeding, others are at a loss. I quickly went upstairs to get toilet paper to wipe Chi Zhirui, and then helped him wash the bleeding in the water room. Everyone severely criticized Jiang and then played games together.
Because the playground has just been paved with plastic, our school decided to hold a men's football match. The first game of grade four is against Class Three. The football players in our class lost 3-0 to Class 3 because they were out of form. But it is precisely because of this lesson that in the second and third games, we beat Class 2 with the scores of 1: 0 and 2: 0 respectively, and the most exciting part was the final. The cheerleaders in our class gathered all their strength to cheer for the players, while the football players were all alive and kicking, eager to knock their opponents down at once. At the whistle, the players on the field began to run, class three. The two sides launched a fierce struggle. Finally, our "God Foot" Li overcame many difficulties and scored a goal. The cheerleaders on the stage cheered. The next three classes are all in a hurry. Yu Chaocheng shoots with the ball. Fortunately, Jerry Wang, the goalkeeper of our class, reacted quickly and saved the ball at once. The cheerleaders shouted themselves hoarse, and the players in our class seemed to be more energetic and laughed until the end. Another whistle, the game is over. Our class beat Class 3 with a score of 1: 0. Everyone jumped up excitedly, applauded and cheered, and even the serious teacher Sun laughed.
This is my school. Life here is rich and colorful. I hope my life at school can be faster.
"Lu" My Campus Growth Story
Six years of primary school life is like passing clouds, and it has passed in a blink of an eye. What a wonderful memory.
What is still fresh in my memory is the school song: "Li Fenfang, a stranger in Gaoyou North, by the beautiful ancient canal. The windows are bright, the teaching building is clean ... "It is the moving tune of this song that accompanied me through the first stop-primary school.
Of course, those teachers taught me how to be a man. After the teacher explained the knowledge in the book, I understood it more deeply. Helen who loves life and is indomitable? Keller; Confucius, who is well-directed and well-informed; Lu Xun, who cherishes time … I know him one by one. The teacher is so persuasive, I will always remember the teacher's inculcation and take the road of life well.
I also want to thank my second home-Chengbei Primary School. In recent years, Chengbei primary school has changed with each passing day. The campus has become bigger and more beautiful. Also honored to be rated as a provincial experimental primary school! Over the years, the school has carried out many activities, such as "hand in hand, I will add a piece of green to the west", so that everyone can add a piece of green to the west with the money from selling waste products; The "Spring Sports Meeting" is a good opportunity for students with good physical education to show their talents. I am a member of the Little snare drum Team in our school. Although the training is very hard, it has cultivated the spirit of being able to bear hardships. The game is so beautiful that you have to walk on the court. Really a little soldier spirit! What impressed me the most was the "Red Scarf Eco-cultural Street Activity". Let's review the scene at that time!
We held an auction, all the tools and the clothes of the auctioneer were intact, and the whole activity was as good as a formal auction. On the day before the activity, the classroom was decorated with colors by us. All the items in the auction were made of waste materials by ourselves. The starting price is one yuan, all the lots are auctioned out, and all the money from the auction is donated to the west. There were three teachers at the auction!
"Li Fenfang of Gaoyou North Momo." This sentence is absolutely true. There are many celebrities in our school! Wang Zengqi, who can really be called the "masterpiece" of China's literary world, was once a student of our school. There is also an off-campus counselor in our North Primary School. Although we don't meet often, every classmate who mentions him feels very cordial, and I am no exception. Who is he? He is an old soldier of the New Fourth Army ―― Grandpa Wang!
In this temple illuminated by the sunshine of knowledge, I have experienced many firsts: the first time I took a textbook; Raise your hand for the first time; Accepting the certificate for the first time; The first interview; The first debate and so on. Wow! Multiple firsts. My childhood also passed away in the first time again and again.
Dear students, I want to say goodbye to you. Even if we are separated, this big group will never be separated in our hearts.
Now, we must bid farewell to the beautiful campus; Say goodbye to the teacher who told us how to be a man and how to study; Say goodbye to classmates who get along day and night. I am attached to my classmates, teachers and alma mater. Now, my alma mater is about to celebrate its centenary birthday, and there is nothing I can do. Let's silently bless my alma mater!
Wish: Happy birthday to my alma mater! Happy birthday!
"Qi" Composition: The most touching campus story of this semester.
The corner of the campus is very small. What happened is still unknown. Is the memory that has disappeared the best? Don't quarrel, don't quarrel over trifles ... this is not good.
Not long ago, probably when I was last semester. The rain on the horizon somehow "hit" on my head. It's been under the eaves for a long time The rain hasn't turned down. The wind is blowing hard. Take the schoolbag, cover your head with an umbrella and run. Come on, come on, we're here. After running for less than a few minutes, I finally came to school. "No, it's all wet, especially my schoolbag. It's really raining cats and dogs for no reason. I won't do' soaking chicken' in light rain! " I complained. In the rain, a mother and daughter are walking on the road to school. Mother quietly leaned her umbrella against her daughter and looked at her daughter, who was short and thin. I watched while joking with my mother, but I didn't go upstairs. I won't stop until my mother leaves, otherwise ... it seems that my mother's family is poor and my umbrella is broken. I saw the little girl seem to know that the umbrella was a little worn out. Embarrassed, I quickly pushed her mother into the rain and told her to go home. Mom is nothing but caught in the rain. It should be this mom who has to work. I turned my head and looked up and down at the little girl who was going upstairs to enter the classroom. Judging from her appearance, she should be a student in grade two or three. "Forget, forget, this time is really finished. Self-study early! " I ran towards the classroom. ...
As I expected, self-study in the morning was recognized by the teacher for the first time.
Morning self-study class ... nothing.
After the first class ... that's right.
After the second class ... something happened ... in the corner of the school toilet.
When I walked out of the classroom, I couldn't hold it any longer. Go to the bathroom right away ... as soon as I turned around and walked out of W.C., it was a little noisy, and the scene I saw was a quarrel. Really, why fight for no reason? I'm bored when I'm full and have nothing to do. Look at the formation of the two of them, they are going to fight again! Alas! In this case, the teacher still needs to come out to solve this matter. ...
After school at noon, I went downstairs. It was still raining, so I borrowed an umbrella from my classmate. Looking around, I saw the little girl again. I want to go, but I can't. I still want to wait until my mother arrives. After waiting for a long time, my mother came, still holding the broken umbrella, and the little girl saw her. I immediately pulled my mother to a corner and my drooping ears pricked up at once. I leaned over and only vaguely heard: "Really, didn't I tell you not to bring this umbrella this morning?" You'd better take it. "I poked my ear, and all I heard was a changed tone from my mother: no, don't do this." When she spoke, her mother held the little girl's hand. "Hum!" The little girl shook off her mother's hand unreasonably. I saw it. I almost blew my top. I really want to pick up my slap and hit the little girl in the face. But, but, I ... I stared at my mother's face, tired and pale. I really can't help it. I opened my umbrella and left. ...
I thought a lot in the rain. Why can't children in the world understand their mother's mind? Why do mothers in the world have to be so tolerant of their children? Why, why? ...
It is raining harder and harder. Here we go. The horizon is crying. It thundered, "Boom!" The sound is so loud, the rain and thunder are so loud, so loud. ...
"Ba" campus growth story (composition) is about 200 words.
There are as many interesting things in childhood as raindrops, and the most unforgettable thing is a wonderful story of a stone. version
I galloped happily in that noise. But I accidentally hit a stone and fell flat on the ground. For a second, I was like an eagle just spreading its wings and flying high, and I was shot down by a fierce hunter in a blink of an eye. I fell to the ground and my head was broken. My heart stings like a thorn. I am burning with anger. I thought: I will avenge myself in the future.
I walked into the cram school scarred, and my teachers and classmates looked at me with strange eyes. This stone embarrassed me.
Time goes by, but I will never forget that stone. I am determined to find it and smash it. However, I looked, but I couldn't find it. I thought: this stone is really strange, it comes and goes without a trace.
The friend knew this and said disapprovingly, "Why get angry with the stone!" " "
It was on this day that I seemed to bid farewell to my childhood. I found myself growing up!
The "Nine" composition topics are: (I love my campus) and (My growing story).
Beautiful campus
Our school is very beautiful. Whenever I walk into this lovely school, it makes me feel refreshed and relaxed.
In spring, our campus is full of flowers, bees are busy picking honey, and butterflies join in the fun, not to mention the birds singing and twittering, so happy! Grass crawled out of the soil, looking at this strange world, the earth seemed soft and the students were playing on it. There are still catkins in the campus in spring. The naughty little seed fell on the students' faces, which made them laugh.
In summer, the wind is very hot, and the students' faces are hot and hot, as hot as a stove. The playground seems to be cracked, and cicadas call in the tree, as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot." The grass was too hot to lift its head and the flowers faded. They all hope for a heavy rain. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering and it began to rain cats and dogs. Wash everything on the playground, the trees are greener, the flowers are redder and the grass is more energetic.
In autumn, there are yellow leaves everywhere in the school. Now there are only a few branches left on the lush tree. They are not happy. The tender skin of the grass has turned yellow. The campus seems to be raining with fallen leaves, and it seems that boats are sailing and butterflies are flying. How beautiful!
In winter, the school becomes a white world wrapped in silver. The snow on the branches dressed the branches as silver bars, and the whole tree looked like a fairy dancing. The playground has been watered into a skating rink, and students can also play on it.
School is the world where we study and the paradise where we grow up. I love my school.
At the school gate, there is a publicity window on the left, which records the situation of the school and some excellent teachers. On the right are seven gold-plated characters pasted on scarlet granite. Shining in the sun, very dazzling. According to the teacher, it was written by the famous calligrapher Qi Gong. Walking into the school, there are four big trees on each side, guarding our school like soldiers. There are two publicity windows in the middle, one is for the teacher, and the other is for the flowing red flag of the weekly competition in each class.
When I was a child, I was a timid person, afraid to stay at home alone in broad daylight. With the growth of age, although I have made a lot of progress, I am still a little afraid of the dark and I really want to find a chance to practice my courage.
The opportunity has finally come. It was a Friday night. I am watching TV at leisure. My mother told me to go shopping in the supermarket. I thought to myself: this is a good opportunity to exercise my courage, and the money I get can also buy snacks. It's the best of both worlds. So, I rushed out of the door with the money.
However, as soon as I got out of the door, I regretted it a little. It was dark everywhere, and the trees on the roadside bared their teeth like monsters, which scared me to look aside. And I walked a path without street lights, so I could only walk a few steps and stop for a few seconds by the faint light in the residential building. In this way, I walked a dozen paces in fear, thinking: as long as I get to the place where there is light, I don't have to be afraid. It was so quiet all around, only hearing my heartbeat, I couldn't help but shrink my neck into my collar, just like a snail hiding in its shell for a sense of security. Suddenly, a white thing appeared in front of me, and I shouted "Ah". Unexpectedly, it was scared away by my voice, and I knew it was a white cat. At this time, I have already broken out in a cold sweat, hoping to leave this "horrible" place quickly. I quickened my pace and finally saw the signboard lights in the supermarket. I ran to the supermarket like a straw. ...
When I got to the supermarket, I was relieved and went home after shopping. I had to come to that dark path again, and the tense atmosphere hit me again. How can I be so timid? Don't! I want to be brave, I want to overcome my fear! I have to find a way. Then, I remembered the story of "Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse", thinking of their ridiculousness, and skipped forward. ...
Unconsciously, I have arrived at my door. I am both surprised and happy. I walked that path alone, and my heart was full of sweetness. 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.
How to write a story about me and the campus?
I think you can personify the campus. All the desks and chairs on campus are your friends. The more vivid you write, the better you speak.
But when you are young, those are lively ~