At that moment, I grew up and wrote a 400-word composition (I). Life is like a journey, whether it is long or short. In this game,
On the journey, there are always some unforgettable things, just like the first time. At that moment, I grew up for the first time.
"You see, what highlights this place written by the author? Who knows, tell me. " Accompanied by the teacher's text and the falling snow outside the window, I remembered that again.
This is an ordinary early winter afternoon. The faint clouds, the breeze and the intoxicating sunshine sprinkled on people's cheeks are extremely warm. That winter, this life is unforgettable; That afternoon, I will always remember; That man, I will repay him with my whole life.
Three years ago, my composition class teacher held a parent-teacher meeting and said, "At the parent-teacher meeting, I will give a lollipop to anyone whose parents come!" " "The next day. My mother took me to the parent-teacher conference. I thought happily: Ah, now I can get a colorful lollipop, and I can taste my beloved lollipop generously at school. Suddenly a phone call broke the harmonious atmosphere. It's my uncle. He said, "Sister, come quickly. My mother fainted at work. She is in the emergency room. Come on! " Mother shouted, "What? What's going on here? You stay there and watch your mother. I'll pick up my dad right away. "As soon as I heard this, I was anxious:" Mom, what happened to grandma? Are you okay? " Mother frowned and said, "Your grandmother fainted at work. I have to get there quickly, so I can't give you a parent-teacher meeting. Go to class by yourself, don't worry about your grandmother. " "What, fainted? You go quickly, I'll go to class myself. " I said. Yes, I didn't cry because of a candy, and I didn't let my mother visit my grandmother. Instead, I let my mother go. At this moment, I grew up.
This is the first time I have learned to understand other people's feelings. My mother said to me, "Ya Ya, you are grown up and sensible. I'll buy you two lollipops when my mother comes back. " I asked myself: am I eating a lollipop? Oh, no
Once upon a time, grandma took good care of me. When summer comes, grandma will get up early to cook a bowl of mung bean water and put it in my cup in order to relieve the heat for me. When making up lessons during the holidays, grandma always holds a sun umbrella and smiles in the crowd when I leave school; Playing the quilt at night, grandma always gets up in the middle of the night to cover me with the quilt, and sometimes she can't sleep well all night. Grandma often tells me that she wants to stay healthy and grow up with me ... I can't live without her. Now I send my mother to see my grandmother in the hope that she will be healthy. How can I cry? I thought the same thing.
"Li Zhuoting! What are you thinking about? Get up and answer why the author wrote this? " I just came to my senses and said, "I probably love his grandmother too much ..."
At that moment, I grew up and wrote 400 words (Chapter 2). Since I joined the Young Pioneers, my mother often said, "You have grown up!" But I thought to myself: Is wearing a red scarf an adult? But when I was in the third grade, one thing made me realize that I really grew up.
I take the school bus home after school every day, and the place where I get off is still some distance from my home, so my grandfather will pick me up every day. But one day, my grandfather was ill and my father asked me to go home by myself, which was really a big challenge for me.
I got off the school bus that day, crossed a path in fear, and then walked home in fear. I turned around as I walked, for fear that someone would follow me and kidnap me. I finally walked to the door of the community and suddenly saw a man wearing big sunglasses on the phone. Such a horrible person won't arrest me, will he? My heart is in my throat. Suddenly, I saw the security guard standing guard, and I was relieved. Fortunately, I was assured. I quickened my pace and quickly entered the building. I got on the elevator and reached the door. I looked around. No one was there, so I took out my key and opened the door quickly. When I got home, I calmed down a little and told my grandfather what I had just experienced. Unexpectedly, grandpa didn't trust me and kept watching it on the balcony!
With this experience, I won't be nervous when I go home by myself. I know: I have grown up!
At that moment, I grew up. The word "grow up" is both familiar and unfamiliar to everyone. Some people may think that growth is a long process, but it is just a sentence to me.
When I was a child, I always blamed my parents for being workaholics and seldom resting. Even if I have a holiday, I just do housework at home, unlike other parents who take their children out to play on weekends. But a boring summer vacation made me change my mind.
It was a sultry summer, and I was watching TV at home after finishing my summer homework. I accidentally glanced at the dusty corner. Hum, my mother always says that housework is too tiring. I'd like to see how tired it is.
From the beginning, I picked up the broom and cleaned it hard. I didn't know, but I was shocked. Before I finished cleaning the room, I was out of breath.
At this time, I thought about the situation when my parents cleaned up. I am exhausted after cleaning one room, not to mention they have to clean the whole room.
At that moment, I felt that I had grown up and no longer understood the hardships of adults like a child.
At that moment, I grew up. The snow is still falling, and the sun is covered by clouds. I got up early, sat in the oven, baked the stove and watched TV. I look out the window from time to time-it's covered with snow. The whole earth is surrounded by white, wrapped in white.
I glanced out the window again. "dad" As usual, I suddenly appeared. He didn't respond to me. I am curious. What is my father doing in the yard in the cold weather? So I went to the back door and opened it. The cold wind came at me like a swarm of bees and stabbed me like a thousand knives. It feels really bad. "dad! What are you doing? " I let out another cry. "Can't you see I'm busy shoveling snow? There is too much snow in the yard to pile up here. Go into the house quickly, it's too cold outside, stand here and be careful not to catch a cold! " He heard my words, answered me and asked me a few words of concern.
I stood in front of the door, and my father saw that I hadn't entered the house yet. Hardening drove me in. He came to me.
I found my father's hands red with cold, and so did his face. I stood at the window and watched my father shovel snow. At this moment, I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart, sour.
I seem to understand something. I pushed open the back door again, withstood the storm, ran to my father's side and said firmly, "Dad, you have a rest and I'll help you." At that moment, I always felt that I was not who I used to be. I grew up. Dad was surprised and stopped to look at me with strange and surprised eyes, as if thinking: You were not sensible in the past, why today ... Dad just wouldn't let me do it, so I had to rely on my own malicious, grabbed the shovel in one hand and shoveled it into the snow quickly. Dad looked at me with a wry smile and said nothing.
At that moment, I acted like an adult. I am so calm and rational. At that moment, I really felt that I had grown up, not only physically, but also psychologically, because I knew how to care for my parents and repay them.
At that moment, I grew up and wrote 400 words (Chapter 5). At that moment, I grew up! Because I realized the greatness of maternal love.
I remember that time, in early winter, the Chinese teacher left us an essay entitled "Motherly Love". I stared at the composition topic alone, racking my brains and not knowing where to start. Of course I know that my mother loves me, but in my impression, there seems to be nothing particularly worth writing in the composition.
When I got home, my mother was as caring and considerate as every day. I responded absently, but my mind was still immersed in how to finish this composition. Inadvertently, I saw a cup of milk tea made by my mother on the table. I picked it up and took a sip The temperature is just right. I don't know how my mother calculates the time. She always lets me drink a cup of milk tea. I especially like drinking milk tea. The combination of rich milk fragrance and refreshing tea fragrance always brings a warmth in the cold winter, which makes me unable to relax and release the fatigue of the day. Besides, my milk tea is a secret recipe. My mother said that the milk tea sold outside was convenient but not nutritious, so she always made it for me herself. Especially in summer, I can also drink milk tea, which my mother specially prepared for me. Holding this cup of warm-hearted milk tea, I seem to realize something in a trance.
At this moment, the door opened and my mother came in with a thick quilt. She looked at Xia Houdun who had waited for a while and asked me with a smile, "What's the matter? Cold not cold? I sent you a quilt, but the heating hasn't come yet. Cover the quilt at night! " Put the quilt on my bed and replace the original thin quilt. Mom's smile is so beautiful and familiar. Beautiful, I'm afraid only mothers in the world have such a smile; I realize that I seem to have inadvertently forgotten its existence. At that moment, a small sun seemed to rise in my small room, which filled my room and instantly lit up my heart.
At that moment, I found the answer: Yes, maternal love is great. It turns out that maternal love is always by my side. It has become every mother's exhortation, every nagging, every hug and every cup of loving milk tea. At that moment, I felt as if I had grown up, and I was grateful for my mother's unknown love. At the same time, I also realized that I really should grow up and repay everyone around me with a grateful heart.
When I came to my senses, I followed my mother's footsteps and walked out of the door. "Mom, I'll make you a cup of milk tea today!" "
I wrote the composition very smoothly that day, because I realized the greatness in the ordinary and understood that the true meaning of love is to do every little thing for him.
I grew up at that moment. I believe many people will feel that they have grown up in an instant. Of course, I also had that moment, on my sixth birthday.
When I woke up in the morning, my father was by my bed. After waking up, I smiled and said, "Happy birthday, this is your birthday present." After that, I dodged my bike and said, "But I can't ride a bike."
"I will teach you." Dad finished, pushed his bike downstairs, and then I came down.
"Dad, how do you ride this?" I am full of doubts. Dad said, "look ahead and don't think about anything, especially: will I fall?" Don't worry, I'll stall you. "
I nodded and got on the bus. But it sounds simple, but it's hard to do. I'm still thinking, "Will I fall?" Just thinking, Kuang's bike fell down and my knee was bleeding. I was about to give up when my father said, "How can I see a rainbow without going through the storm?" I thought about it: Yes, how can I succeed without failure again and again? I quickly got up and got on the bus, fell down again and again and got up again and again. Then, I can ride for a while. After a while, I miraculously learned to ride a bike and won't fall down again. The moment I was able to ride a bike, I felt that I really grew up.
Yes! How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Success requires experience of repeated failures. There will be various setbacks on the road to growth, but after each setback, I will grow a little.
At that moment, I grew up and wrote 400 words (Chapter 7). Before that, I was a little princess with clothes and a mouth to eat. I wear warm clothes and eat well all year round, and I never worry about anything. So, since then, I have developed a bad habit of not doing housework and being lazy in self-evaluation.
For example, in my room, books are piled up like a mountain. This will lead to negative effects. And after taking a shower, I threw my little thing into the bathroom, leaving nothing behind and lying on the bed. However, I was comfortable, completely unaware that just a few meters away, my mother was washing my clothes.
But I'm much better now.
The reason for the change is that what we occasionally see is the deformation of TV programs.
It was noon in the scorching sun, which scorched the earth. I ate ice cream in the air-conditioned room and turned over my favorite programs. Suddenly a program caught my attention, Metamorphosis. What does this mean? I was about to change the channel when I found a teenager breaking the old lady's bowl. Why did he break it? After reading it for a long time, it turned out that an urban teenager wanted to transform the countryside and then replace the son or daughter of that family in the countryside to experience each other's life and transform it for a period of time. I don't want to be a problem for teenagers! I think I used to be a teenager problem, but I have to change it.
Now I don't want my mother to say that I will take the initiative to wash my clothes, help my mother clean the table, wash the dishes and sweep the floor. Now I've really changed a lot. I feel ashamed to think about it!
My mother praised me and said, son, you have really grown up! I feel that if I don't get rid of my bad habits, now I am like a child in transformation. Bad habits are really harmful! I plan to get rid of my problems more in the future, help my mother with housework and be a director's child.
At that moment, I grew up and wrote 400 words (Chapter 8). The first time I came into contact with a brush, I wrote calligraphy for the first time. I remember it was the first time to learn calligraphy.
When I was a child, my handwriting was not horizontal or vertical, which was not very beautiful. My parents firmly asked me to sign up for calligraphy classes. At first I thought, what is calligraphy? What kind of pen is a writing brush? My parents told me that only by practicing calligraphy can I write well. If I want to write horizontally and vertically, I have to start from practicing calligraphy. Later I asked, "What's that brush like?" Parents said: "Brush, its nib is made of very soft bristles, and the pen holder is very long. If it is stained with ink, it will write beautiful words. " The next second made me interested in learning calligraphy.
Under the arrangement of my parents, I signed up for a calligraphy class and bought a calligraphy toolbox from my teacher. When I first opened the toolbox, I saw a straight brush. The white nib waved to me again and couldn't wait to pick it up and take a look. How to use such a pen? I was a little nervous in my first calligraphy class, looking around. After listening to the teacher's words, I realized that the pen should be held like this, and the nib should be dipped in ink before writing. In this way, from the simplest stroke practice, with the constant training of the teacher, I can write a lot of calligraphy words with a brush, and the more I write, the better.
I also took part in a calligraphy competition. Fortunately, I won an award and a bronze medal in the competition. Later, I kept practicing calligraphy every day, wrote every stroke to the best, and made persistent efforts to win another prize.
Winning the prize filled me with confidence and pride. At that time, I felt I had grown up.
At that moment, when I grew up, I always thought I could be a little girl protected forever, hiding in the warm harbor of my parents and enjoying that little happiness.
Unexpectedly, happiness is so short. My parents said, "honey, we are going to Yancheng to do business." I will be independent when I grow up. " Because of that sentence, because of that incident, because of that place, I cried and cried, feeling so helpless. "Don't you want me?" I dried my tears and tried to get my mother to stay. "We love you very much and just want you to be more comfortable when you go out to work." "Money, you only have money in your eyes!" I interrupted my mother, growled at my parents, and then hid in the room, crying alone.
The next day, my parents set off. I didn't see them or say anything. A month later, my relationship with my parents is still so stiff. They called, and I was just perfunctory.
I don't know which morning I got up early and felt dizzy. I touched my forehead and said, "Ah! I have a fever! " I took the medicine, asked the class teacher for leave and fell asleep. At noon, I woke up and touched my forehead. Well, that's good. I can go to school in the afternoon. Hardly had I got up and walked to the stairs when I heard a bang downstairs. My first reaction was: thief! Holding a stick, I walked downstairs carefully, found the sound and touched it. At that moment, I was shocked Familiar hair, familiar clothes, familiar back, it turned out to be my mother! Tears of disappointment fell like pearls with broken lines. "Mom!" It was a long time before I shouted. As soon as my mother turned around and saw the familiar face, her tears fell faster. "Are you better? Listening to the class teacher said that you were not feeling well today and went back early in the morning. " My mother came to my side and wiped away my tears. "Stop crying, son!" "I hugged my mother:" Mom, thank you, I will never be willful again, thank you! """Nothing, you are sensible."
The next day, my mother went to Yancheng again. This time, I didn't play the coquetry or cry. I just smiled and said, "Mom, I'll wait for you to come back for the New Year."
It turned out that at the moment my mother came back, my heart was hit by affection. It turns out that I also grew up suddenly because of that sentence, that thing, that place.
I grew up at that moment. My parents took care of me when I was sick as a child. When eating fruit, they always let me eat the big one, and they eat the small one. When taking a taxi, you are always asked to give up your seat, and several people are crowded together.
One day, my mother was ill, my father was on a business trip, my grandmother went to buy food, and my grandfather went to buy oil. I had to take care of my sick mother. I found a bottle of cold medicine first, then poured a cup of warm water for my mother and gave her medicine. My mother praised me for growing up.
On Saturday night, my mother said to wash the apples. I immediately pulled my mother back, took the apple from her hand, ran to the kitchen to wash the apple, and then sliced the apple with a knife and put it in front of them as my mother usually did. Everyone said in unison, "You've really grown up!"
Through these things, I feel really grown up.
At that moment, I grew up and wrote 400 words (article 1 1). I grew up, three years old. I can help my father find a mobile phone that runs around. I am five years old. I can help my father pass the teacup. I am seven years old and can help my mother sweep the floor and wash the dishes. I've grown up. I'm ten years old. I can go to the kitchen to help my mother cook, but in my mother's eyes, I am still a weak child in front of these ruthless knives and flames.
No matter how old I am, I am still a child in my parents' hearts, forever and ever. I was ignorant when I was a child, but now I am smart. Why? Because I grew up, how did I grow up? It was my parents who brought me up year after year, without complaining about being tired or suffering. When I grow up, I will repay my parents. How can I repay them? Start with small things, do some work for mom and dad, celebrate their birthdays, and surprise mom and dad on Father's Day and Mother's Day.
When I grow up, I no longer make my parents angry. I try my best to make my parents happy every day. I stopped crying when I was sick and took medicine, because I grew up! I stopped crying when I broke my skin, because I grew up! When my parents lend me a helping hand, if I can persist or handle it myself, I will say, "I can do it!" " "Because I have grown up!
At that moment, I grew up and wrote 400 words (chapter 12). In my memory, those unforgettable words are like stars in the sky, which are countless. One of the words, whenever I think of it, I will be very proud, and that is what my mother said to me:' You have grown up!
I remember that on Sunday night, my mother answered a phone call and said to me, "I'll go out and get the courier, and I'll be right back." Are you afraid at home? " Then I'll be scared if you go home early. I said to my mother reluctantly. Mother nodded and left in a hurry.
I walked around the house alone and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, a gust of wind knocked at the door like a demon. I was too scared to leave by the window. I looked out of the window. It was so dark that only the moon was dimly lit. The room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock. At this time, I had a feeling of fear in my heart. I think this room is terrible. I want to call my mother, but I don't want to give her any trouble, so I put up with my inner tension and turned off the lights and went to bed.
I can't sleep in bed. Suddenly, I felt something touching my back and my body was cold, which made my hair stand on end. I immediately huddled on the bed, closed my eyes and dared not open them. I thought, what are we afraid of? Didn't my mother say not to be afraid of anything? Yes, turn on the light. When I opened it, there was nothing in the room. Isn't this scary in itself?
One minute, two minutes, drumming, as if someone was knocking at the door, I was nervous. "Yuan Yi, open the door" is mom's voice! My nervous heart suddenly relaxed. I opened the door for my mother. My mother touched my head and asked me if I was afraid alone. I am proud to tell my mother that I was afraid at first, and then I was not afraid. Mother said with a smile that her daughter has grown up. After hearing this sentence, my heart was filled with joy.