A short story of growth (a collection of 15 pieces) A ??short story of growth 1
The river of time flows slowly, leaving deep footprints of growth. Looking back suddenly, on the road of growth , records joy, records sadness, and accompanies me along the way. In my growth path, there have been many growth stories.
The growth stories are like five-flavor bottles, containing sourness. sweet. bitter. hot. Salty taste. Let's open the floodgates of memory. To recall the fun stories from childhood.
One morning when I was five years old, I had a sudden idea as soon as I got up and asked my mother, "Where did I come from?" My mother smiled and said, "You! It was me who "I picked it up from the trash." I said angrily, "Impossible! I'm so harsh on you and I keep beating you." I thought; I must have picked it up, otherwise why would you keep beating me? Thinking of this, I burst into tears, and the more I cried, the sadder I became. My mother had to coax me; "No! You came out of my belly, not picked up." But I still didn't believe it and cried desperately. My mother had no choice but to call my father who was working at work. After explaining the situation to my father, my father said to me, "Don't listen to mom's nonsense. Men should not cry when there is nothing wrong." I said while wiping away my tears; "Got it." So I hung up the phone. No more crying. My mother smiled and said, "I'm right!" I thought to myself, I don't believe you anymore. If you beat me and scold me, it's all for me, okay? When I was sick, you cared about my condition meticulously. I should really listen to my mother.
Through this incident, I learned that no matter how parents “cheat”, no matter how young their children are, they will never be able to cheat because the parents have deeply imprinted it on their children’s minds. A short story of growing up 2
Father and son live in the mountains, and they drive their bullock carts down the mountain to sell firewood every day. The father is more experienced and is responsible for driving on rugged mountain roads with many curves. The son has good eyesight and always reminds him when he is about to turn: "Ba, it's a turn!"
Once my father was not able to drive due to illness. Down the mountain, my son drove alone. When we got to the bend, the cow refused to turn. The son tried all kinds of methods, got off the car, pushed and pulled, and used green grass to lure it, but the cow didn't move.
What is going on? The son was puzzled. In the end, there was only one way. He looked around and saw no one, and shouted loudly into the cow's ear: "Ba, turn!"
The cow moved in response.
Cows live by conditioned reflexes, while people live by habits. A successful person knows how to cultivate good habits to replace bad habits. When good habits accumulate, he will naturally have a good life. Growing Up Story 3
Liqiu Township, north of Daliang, the capital of Wei State, is often haunted by ghosts who like to dress up as nephews and brothers of local people. One day, an old man who lived in the countryside of Liqiu drank wine at the market and walked home drunk. On the way, he encountered a Liqiu ghost pretending to be his son. The ghost pretended to support the old man while pushing him left and right, making the old man suffer enough along the way. After the old man returned home, he fell asleep on the bed without taking off his shoes or putting on his clothes.
The next day, after the old man sobered up, he remembered the hardships he suffered on the road home drunk, and scolded his son severely. He angrily said to his son: "I am your father, and you have the obligation to honor me. But yesterday you made me suffer a lot on the road. I ask you, is this because I am not kind enough to you on weekdays, or is it because What other bad intentions do you have?"
When the old man's son heard this, he felt like hearing a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Where did this happen? The old man's son felt very aggrieved. He shed tears sadly, kowtowed, and sighed to his father: "What a sin! How could I do such an unkind thing to you? Not long after you left home yesterday, I went to Dongxiang to find someone to collect the debt. Go. When you were walking home from the market, I was still working in Dongxiang. If you don't believe it, you can go to Dongxiang and ask."
The old man knows that his son has always been honest and honest. Filial piety, so I believed what he said. But who is the person who looks a lot like his son? The old man thought about it, and suddenly he remembered the Liqiu ghost.
He suddenly realized and said: "Yes, it must be the evil that people often say is caused by the ghost!" At this point, the old man suddenly had a plan in mind. He planned to go to the market the next day and get drunk, and then take advantage of the drunkenness to assassinate the Liqiu ghost on the way home.
The next morning, the old man got drunk again at the market. He stumbled back alone. Because his son was worried that his father would not be able to return home after being drunk outside, he came out of the house at this time and went to pick up his father along the road leading to the market. The old man saw his son walking towards him from a distance and thought it was the ghost he met last time again. When his son approached, the old man drew his sword and stabbed him. The old man was bewildered by a ghost that looked like his own son, and eventually accidentally killed his biological son. Growth Story 4
Yan Zhenqing has loved calligraphy since she was a child. Since his family was poor and could not afford paper and pen, he often used a brush dipped in yellow mud water to practice calligraphy on the wall, practicing all day long.
On this day, Yan Zhenqing was practicing calligraphy seriously on the wall again. Suddenly there was a heavy rain, and the rainwater leaked from the broken roof and flowed down the walls. He looked at it and suddenly had an idea.
Yan Zhenqing felt that the traces of water leakage were like the handwriting of a brush, thick and natural. He was so motionless that he didn't even hear his mother's voice asking him to get a bucket to get the water.
Yan Zhenqing carefully observed life and experienced nature. After repeated practice, he used this line in calligraphy, creating the famous "house leak mark" brushwork, and became a calligraphy master of his generation. Growth Story 5
Like other children of the same age, 3-year-old Tom likes to eat snacks, drink carbonated drinks, and like all kinds of novel toys. His mother also regarded him as a child who did not understand what a sense of responsibility was and could not do anything except eating and drinking. However, an unexpected opportunity completely changed her mind.
That year, Tom’s family moved to a new city, and Tom also entered a new kindergarten. Two months later, the kindergarten will hold a parent-teacher meeting, and Tom's mother is also invited. On the way to the kindergarten, my mother jokingly said to Tom Liu: "Son, my mother hasn't fully adapted to this city yet. She doesn't know anyone in your kindergarten. You have to help me when the time comes." Tom said seriously Said: "No problem, Mom. I know all the teachers and children there, including the parents who pick up and drop off the children every day." Mom thought it was refreshing to see his serious look, but she just smiled and didn't take it to heart. When he arrived at the kindergarten, Tom began to fulfill his promise. He accompanied his mother to the conference room responsibly, introduced his mother to the principal and other teachers seriously, introduced every child in the kindergarten to his mother, and finally told his mother about the children. Name and who is their dad or mom. Then, Tom brought his mother to a sofa and brought her a glass of water, "Mom, you sit here first, I'll go to the toilet and be back in a while." It was precisely because Tom's mother unintentionally behaved Out of respect for Tom, this inspired Tom's sense of value and responsibility. Growth Story 6
I am very cute and my skin is green. Many adults and children like me very much. My name is Mung Bean. There was a class of children who wanted to learn how to grow vegetables. After careful selection, they chose me, and I began a strange journey.
First, they put my companions and I in the cold water for a SPA. After relaxing our bodies, we slept on soft beds made of cultivated soil. In order to prevent us from catching cold, they also covered us with The quilt made of a wooden board was so comfortable that we quickly fell asleep.
After sleeping comfortably for a whole day of beauty sleep, I opened my eyes slightly and stretched out. Something wonderful happened. I found that my companion and I were not only beautiful in appearance I have changed, and my strength has become so strong that I can actually lift the "quilt" covering me up high. Just when I couldn't believe it, I heard a burst of exclamations from the children. They shouted: " Look! The little mung beans can actually lift weights!” My companions and I couldn’t help but feel extremely excited and proud of ourselves!
As the days passed, my companions and I breathed the fresh air, enjoyed the breath of spring, and were intoxicated in the scene of the flower world. We grew taller and taller, and our green arms were full. The tender green leaves show people their strong vitality. I like my new self very much!
From the expectant eyes of the children, I can see their joy for new life. I hope they can continue this action so that the life of every little seed can continue! A short story of growing up 7
I always remember the colorful childhood, interesting things when I was a child, and the "footprints" of my growth. I opened the curtain of memory and saw what happened in the past again.
I remember that when I was in the first grade, that day was July 7th - the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met. I don’t know where I heard it from: the night the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met, I could hear their conversation while sitting under the vine. Children are very curious. So, I decided to go under the vine and listen. For some reason, the weather became extremely cold that night, but, being young and ignorant, I still moved my stool and sat under the vine at the door without hesitation.
From time to time, a gust of wind blew, which made my body crawl with goosebumps. Let’s go. I was unwilling to give in, so I pricked up my ears and listened carefully. After a long time, I still didn’t hear a word from them. I already I was extremely impatient, so I simply shouted to the sky: "Hey, what are you doing? Why don't you talk?" The dark blue sky with a few traces of black was so quiet, without a trace of sound, so I simply sat back under the tree again and came over. An adult smiled and said, "What is this kid doing? It's so late!" Yes, it was really late. If there weren't street lights, I should have given up long ago.
I waited and waited again, and fell asleep unconsciously, half frozen to death! The next day I woke up and found that I was already lying on the bed in the house. My father said that when he saw that I didn’t come home last night, he went to look for me. When he went out, he saw me asleep under the tree, so he took me back. . ...
Only then did I understand that the so-called legend about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl was actually just a legend and a myth.
When I think about that now, it makes me laugh. Things from my childhood are still fresh in my memory. To me, they are all extremely precious, and they are all priceless treasures. Growth Story 8
A pair of smart and beautiful eyes, a small pink mouth, a head of black hair, a nose with two small holes, and a pair of helpful little hands . She is just the cute and smart me.
Everyone has his own childhood. Were you happy in your childhood? Isn't there a lot of sadness? Did you gain much during your childhood? For example: I know that children who love reading are cute and smart, the history of China, how to learn to be helpful, and how to be generous, caring and loyal...
I have my own growth story, do you have any?
My parents come back late from get off work every time and are very tired. However, they insist on cooking for me, washing dishes, helping me check my homework, and they have to take a shower themselves.
On Saturdays and Sundays, they are also busy cleaning, helping me check my homework, working at home and cooking for me.
I couldn’t bear to see my parents so tired, so I decided to help them out. (However, I can't help my parents from Monday to Friday because I have to do homework.)
On Saturday, I helped my parents wash all the dishes, water the flowers, and wipe the table. . After doing all this tiring work, my waist almost broke. (I said, aren’t mom and dad tired?)
On Sunday, I washed all the dishes, mopped the floor, swept the floor, laid out the shoes, and wiped the shoes (my shoes are the dirtiest!) and watering flowers.
To this day, I am not used to sweeping and mopping the floor. When sweeping, dust sticks to the broom as it comes, and you have to remove it with your hands (what a hassle!). When I mop the floor, I always can’t do it well. After mopping, the floor is not clean and seems to be even dirtier (so annoying!)
From this, I learned: I have to be serious about everything I do. Just do it, don't get distracted, maybe you'll even enjoy doing it! Growth Story 9
In my memory, growth is like jointed corn stalks. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller and one year older. Looking through my growth records, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw how cautious I was when I learned to ride a bicycle at the age of six.
When I was six years old, I saw my neighbor’s sister often riding a bicycle in the yard. I was very envious, so I begged my father to buy me one too. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bicycle.
A tall guy like me will definitely do something extraordinary! I happily got into the car. Unexpectedly, the handlebar did not obey the control at all, and I fell on my butt. I gritted my teeth and stood up, asking my dad for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of riding a bicycle: I need to be brave, stay calm, and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried riding it for a few laps, and the effect was pretty good.
"Practice yourself, you will definitely be able to do it." Dad encouraged me.
"Huh? Are you asking me to fall again?"
"You will never learn if you are afraid of falling."
Give it a go! I rode on the bike tremblingly, the handlebars shaking constantly.
"Don't worry, hold on tight!" I calmed down and the car finally stopped spinning.
"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.
"Click!" My funny expression was forever fixed: grinning, staring, as if I was not riding a bicycle, but stepping on a landmine. However, it didn’t take long before I was able to easily ride on the road. Not only did I learn to ride a bicycle, I also understood a principle of growth: there is always a process of learning something, and you cannot become fat in one bite. If you have to overcome difficulties and advance, you can succeed.
This is a little thing when I was growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow up and urges me to forge ahead.
Growing up, I have many stories that accompany me day after day.
When I was a child, I also had my little story, that is, my mother took me to play on slides and swings, played many games and toys, and many interesting things happened. These stories are from my childhood, so my childhood stories are small.
Time flies in front of my eyes again and again, slipping away under my feet. I have become a primary school student. At this time, I also have my many stories. These stories are no longer about moms and dads. I play with my friends, study, sit quietly in the same classroom with my classmates, and live in a "little home". I have my little story too. For example, there are many stories about playing badminton, shuttlecock, skipping rope, and learning with friends, but these stories are no longer as small as they were when I was a child. They have become slightly bigger now.
"An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." Now, I have grown up, become sensible, and am about to graduate and leave my alma mater. Now, I also have some interesting stories, but these stories are not as innocent and lively as they were when I was a child. These stories are about friendship, love, teacher-student love and learning. On the sports field, my companions shouted, "Come on!" In school, my parents and teachers encouraged me, and these stories became bigger and bigger.
Now that I have become a middle school student, I have said goodbye to my alma mater, my classmates, met new classmates, and made new friends. But on the road, I still miss my old friends and classmates. Their voices, faces, and smiles are still deeply in my mind. Therefore, the current story is mature, slightly with a touch of sadness and melancholy. But I know that there will be more stories in the journey of life. Let us cherish the time and create more stories! Helps me.
Growth Story 10
On our growth path, there will always be many ups and downs, ups and downs, and it is impossible to have a smooth journey. When I read the lesson "Reading for the Rise of China", I learned a lot.
The words of Zhou Enlai, the protagonist of this lesson: "Read for the rise of China!" made me think deeply and made me correct many shortcomings:
I often love in class I am a deserter. Whenever I desert during class now, the words "Study for the Rise of China" echo in my ears, as if to warn me: "No desertion! No desertion!...", I suddenly Feeling refreshed, I listened to the teacher attentively.
Sometimes because I didn’t sleep well the night before, I would yawn during class during the day. Often at this time, that sentence echoed in my ears again, seeming to remind me: "What are you going to do in class?" Can you yawn? You must study for the rise of China." I immediately woke up, cheered up, and listened carefully to the teacher's lectures.
Zhou Enlai’s words made me clarify my learning goals.
I feel like I have grown up! Growth Story 11
My memories are like the stars in the sky, I can’t even count them, but there is one thing that makes me What remains fresh in my memory is the first time I took a bus to school.
When I was in the first grade, because my home was far away from school and my grandparents were in poor health, my father had to drive out every day, so my mother sent me to school every day and then returned to work by herself. Sometimes there was not enough time. I would still be late for work, and I felt very sorry for my mother.
Once, I said to my mother: "Mom, let me go to school by myself tomorrow!" My mother said: "Why? I don't trust you to go to school by yourself." I said to my mother: "Mom , you are so busy every day, and you have to get up early to send me to school first and then dare to go to work. I think it is very hard for my mother. I can go to school by myself, so you don’t have to run back and forth:" Mom said: "Hey, My baby has grown up and is sensible. Well, since you think you can do it, mom believes that although you are a little worried, you will be independent one day, so let’s try tomorrow?”
The next day, my mother put me on the bus. I had to sit until the terminal before I could get off. The bus drove for about 50 minutes and finally arrived. When I got off the bus, I found that my mother was already waiting at the station. , it turns out that my mother is still worried and rides over first and waits here. When my mother saw me holding me in her arms, she kissed me happily and said, "My baby is great. He can ride a car to school by himself at such a young age."
That's how I took my first car ride. The experience of going to school, every time my mother goes to work in the morning shift, I don’t have to worry about no one taking me to school. Although I was still a little scared at the beginning, people must learn to grow and take the first step in everything.
This is a little story of my growth. Growing up story 12
When I was growing up, the first time I washed my mother’s feet is something I will never forget!
Mom’s birthday is coming soon. What gift should I give her? After much thought, I finally came up with a brilliant "plan".
In the evening, my mother had just finished washing her face and was about to wash her feet. I immediately brought the footbath filled with hot water to my mother and said to my mother: "Mom, today is yours." It's your birthday, let me wash your feet." Mom was surprised and happy when she heard this.
I asked my mother to sit down, took off her socks, and rolled up her trouser legs to prevent the naughty water from getting her trouser legs wet. I started to wash her feet. I squatted down, gently put her feet in the hot water basin, wet my mother's toes and insteps with a towel, and then gently rubbed her feet with my hands, carefully Rub it together.
Suddenly, I touched something hard on the sole of my mother’s foot. “Hey! Mom, why is the skin on your foot so hard and in pieces?” “Silly boy, this is a cocoon!” "Ah! Is this a cocoon? So many, so thick!" Yes, over the years, my mother has been going out early and coming back late every day. She has been so busy and worried about me... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say: "Mom, you have worked so hard. I will never make you angry again." "Silly boy, what are these?"
Mom stroked my head with a happy smile on her face. “But mom is very happy today.
You have really grown up! "Yes, when I grow up, if there is any work at home in the future, you can do more for me." "I said happily, while putting my mother's feet on my legs, imitating the way of a masseuse, gently kneading them, and sometimes pressing them twice in a decent way...washing After that, I dried my mother's feet with a dry towel and helped her put on her socks...My mother said happily: "You feel so comfortable after washing!" "After listening to my mother's words, I felt as if I had eaten honey, not to mention how happy I was.
I suddenly felt that in this quiet night, on this special day, I suddenly Grow up! I know how to be grateful! Mom, my son will do more things for you in the future!
Time flies, and the moon flies by.” In the blink of an eye, I went from wow to After falling to the ground, it has been 11 years since he was a primary school student. In each of these 11 years of experience, my mother's love accompanied me as I grew up, leaving many traces of my growth.
My mother told me that when I was young, I had a special dislike for kindergarten. Other parents happily sent their children to kindergarten and then left. But what about my mother? Every time I was sent to kindergarten, I had a special headache, because every time I sent me to kindergarten, I would pester my mother to take me home. Once, my mother finally sent me to the kindergarten, and the teacher hugged me inside. The aunt who was passing by saw me crying pitifully, so she took me back home, which made my mother dumbfounded...
Time flies so fast, I am now in the fifth grade of elementary school, and my mother's love is always with me. I remember that when I first entered the first grade, my literacy was very small. My mother worked very hard. She had to help me read the questions for my homework every day, teach me to do my homework, and taught me literacy seriously, which made me have a good impression of school life. , let me develop good study habits.
After the ups and downs of the past few years, I am now an excellent young pioneer, an outstanding class cadre in the class, and a good student of the teacher. I believe that I will work harder in the future and leave better memories on the footprints of my growth. A short story of growth 14
Hua Tuo studied under his teacher
Hua Tuo, ziyuanhua, was born in Peiguo (now Bo County, Anhui Province) in the late Eastern Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period. He was a famous person in ancient my country. medical scientist. "Mafei San" invented by Hua Tuo is a very effective general anesthetic drug, which is about 1,600 years earlier than Western anesthetic drugs. Hua Tuo made a huge contribution to world medicine. Don't think that Hua Tuo was born as a miracle doctor. Hua Tuo studied medicine when he was a child and went through a lot of hardships. Growth Story 15
Have you ever encountered a very critical moment?
At that time, what would be your brain’s first reaction?
You may feel that some difficulties seem insurmountable, but that's just because you haven't realized the huge potential you have.
One day, Napoleon and a guard rode through a large forest with their horses and whips raised. "Help! Help! Someone fell into the water!" Urgent calls for help came from a distance. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" Napoleon whipped his horse a few times with his whip, and the horse galloped towards the place where he was calling for help.
When they rushed to the lake, Napoleon saw a soldier struggling in the water and screaming as he floated toward the center of the lake. Several soldiers on the shore shouted in panic.
Napoleon shouted: "Can he swim?"
"He can only make a few gestures, and now he can't. What should we do now?" A soldier Said anxiously.
"Don't panic!" Napoleon immediately took a rifle from the guard and shouted to the fallen soldier: "Are you still swimming to the center of the lake? Why don't you swim to the shore?" The words just After falling, he flattened the gun and fired twice in front of the man.
As soon as the man who fell into the water heard Napoleon's order and the two gunshots, he saw two splashes of water splashing high in front of him. In panic, he hurriedly changed direction and swam toward the lake where Napoleon was standing. After a while, the soldier swam to the shore, and the people on the shore quickly pulled him up.
The soldier who fell into the water was saved. He was wet all over, like a "drowned rat." He turned around and found that it was Napoleon standing next to the soldiers holding a gun. He was frightened and quickly thanked him: "I accidentally fell into the lake just now, thank you for saving me.
But I don't understand. I'm about to drown. Why do you want to shoot me?
Napoleon laughed and said: "Idiot, if I don't scare you, do you still have the courage to swim to the shore?" Then you will really drown! "
The soldiers patted their heads, suddenly realized, and cast admiring glances at Napoleon. It turned out that Napoleon used death to force out the soldier's will to live, so that he could swim back to the shore, thereby achieving rescue. The purpose of man.
Everyone desires life. The more he desires, the more powerful he is: the more powerful he is, the more he can survive.
The same is true for success. When people are eager for life, they have enough strength to fight. The power of survival and success is often hidden deep in the heart and is not easy to be discovered. Even the owner of this power cannot easily discover it. This power is often only found in the heart. Only in critical moments can you be inspired and eventually erupt with amazing power like a volcano.
On the other hand, people or factors that can inspire your potential are worthy of gratitude and remembering throughout your life. < /p>