At that moment, I was in grade five.
What is life? Different people have different opinions. Some people say that life is like wine, and childhood is like cocktail, colorful and sweet. When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up, just hoping that the stars and the moon would never grow up. So I asked my mother strangely, "Why do I always grow up?" . Because you don't eat enough, eat more and you will grow up. Mother answered me with a smile. From then on, I will eat and drink more every day. A year later, I asked my mother, "Have I grown up?" Mom still said in a joking tone: "Soon! Soon! As long as you eat more, you will grow up. "
Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are. In this way, I asked my mother, "Have I grown up?" My mother always said, "Soon! Soon! " I am very confused in my heart. Since it's coming, why does it always grow up?
A few years later, I was in junior high school, and I still asked the same question, but she still said, "Soon!" " Soon! "So, I retorted angrily," I'm in junior high school, so why do I always grow up! "Am I a child?" Mom just lowered her head and said, "You are too young, you must arrive ..." "Stop" I interrupted her angrily and went out without looking back. I only hear sounds like water drops and stones.
Then I came home, and my mother was not at home. I am anxious to think, have I run away from home? I looked for her everywhere and finally found her at grandma Wang's house. He was talking about why this happened, and she let out a cry of sadness. While listening to her mother, Grandma Wang advised her to pat her back with her hand. Reminds me that I always cried when I was a child, but my mother always took care of me in every way. Some things my mother took care of flowed out of my mind like a river, and tears fell unconsciously. I hugged my mother at once, and my mother was shocked by this sudden happiness and hugged me tightly at once.
At that moment, I grew up!
The fifth grade "At that moment, I grew up" composition 2
I had a wonderful childhood, and I lived carefree every day, filled with laughter everywhere. Now I am a teenager, I know how to be grateful and secure. Who knows, the turning point of childhood and adolescence is that moment. It's a sunny afternoon. My mother and I are walking. Suddenly I saw a little girl begging with her paralyzed mother. At this moment, a middle-aged woman gave her a piece of bread. She looked at the bread, swallowed it, but resolutely opened the package and fed it to her mother. Look at her skinny and rough hands and feed them to her mother bit by bit. There is no reluctance in her eyes. At this time, I was shocked by this scene. I thought I had to eat everything first. How could I give it to my parents first? If there is something we like to eat, our parents will be angry if we eat too much, not to mention the little girl feeds all the bread to her mother. At that moment, I was moved by the little girl's behavior. In my mind, I repeated the scene of my rudeness and my mother grabbing food. I felt ashamed and turned red. I approached her quietly and gave her ten yuan. She took it, looked at me watery and said thank you. When I got home, I couldn't get out of the scene just now. I reflect that I really don't love my parents enough, just for myself. By contrast, how much that little girl loves her mother! After reflection, I know a lot, I know gratitude, I know. ...
I seem to have grown up overnight, become sensible and be much more polite to my parents. My mother also praised me for growing up, but who knows how I grew up? But at that moment, watching the little girl feed her mother touched me deeply and made me grow up. Although that moment is short, it will stay in my heart for a long time, and I will always remember it because I know that I grew up at that moment. I'm not so selfish as a child, but generous and don't care about anything. At that moment, I really grew up.
The third composition of the fifth grade "At that moment, I grew up"
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 milk tea with warm hands and warm hearts, 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 became every exhortation, every nagging, every hug, every cup of milk tea full of love ... 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 (her).
The fourth composition of the fifth grade "At that moment, I grew up"
Sometimes, time does not mean growth. On the day of the inscription, it began to rain, and it was dark, like a child who wanted to cry but couldn't. Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the sky in half, and there was a loud bang, and there was a scream in the classroom of Class 5 (3). I was worried when I looked at the pouring rain that followed. How can I go home without an umbrella? Will grandpa come to pick me up?
Stepping on the bell, I hurriedly pulled a classmate with an umbrella and ran to the school gate. Colorful umbrellas set up a wonderful stage for the rain, and the sound of rain came and went, playing a brilliant symphony. Not only that, but also the wind is very strong. I tightened my clothes and looked around. While complaining that grandpa didn't come to pick me up, I had to go home with my classmates under an umbrella.
After all, it rained too hard, and the water on the road splashed on the trouser legs and shoes, wetting a large area; The rain splashed on my cuffs along the tip of the umbrella, which made me feel very uncomfortable.
I was just about to complain again when I suddenly saw a hat in front of me. Isn't that grandpa! Grandpa hurried over and handed me an umbrella. "It doesn't matter, is it? Not wet? " Grandpa asked with concern, "It rained too hard and came a little late." "Hum, it's so late, I'm soaked!" I said grumpily. Say goodbye to your classmates with an umbrella. A man ran away by himself, leaving grandpa alone.
Looking at the pedestrians on the road and the umbrella in his hand, I felt the residual temperature on the handle, and suddenly I felt that I had knocked over the five-flavored bottle, which was not a taste. I couldn't help slowing down and being absent-minded all the way.
When I got home, when grandpa took off his raincoat, I was surprised to find that grandpa's cuffs, trouser legs, neckline and lower edge of his coat were all wet! I froze. Grandpa is wetter than me!
"Don't get wet, or change your pants and wipe them again." Grandpa said. These words are vague in my ears, leaving only the scene in the rain in my mind. Grandpa took care of me for six years, but I always acted like a child. I really don't know when I will be blessed. Grandpa has aged a lot in the past six years, but he never complains, and I ...
At this time, the rain stopped immediately, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, looking at the sky, I found that at that moment, I grew up.
At that moment, I was in grade five.
As always, my father drove home for the New Year in a car with a red ribbon on the rearview mirror, and the red ribbon was flying in the air. For peace, grandpa and grandma live in a remote mountain area. "wow! Finally, I went home. " Grandma ran out to welcome me with both hands, but grandpa and dad rarely talked, and grandpa smoked a pipe in the room.
At night, because of the custom, a red ribbon is changed every year to keep the drivers safe. Grandma smiled and gently untied the red ribbon and gently tied a new one. I ran out to watch the fireworks, laughing and jumping. Suddenly, a short and thin figure caught my eye. Later, I saw the white-haired man step by step towards my father's car, trembling in the snow. I just want to walk there, but I still want to see who this person is. As soon as I hid, I found it was grandpa. Grandpa wants to untie the red ribbon on the car. I thought to myself: Is the red ribbon that I saw in recent years grandpa's? Later, grandpa untied the red ribbon, put his hand into his pocket, gently took it out like a baby, and tied it carefully, but grandpa shook his head again, as if to say, "Alas! My red ribbon may not guarantee his safety. " Grandpa took off his tie and tied grandma's tie.
My grandfather and father are not like a father and son. They seldom say hello and talk. Even so, grandpa loves me very much and often touches my head.
Grandpa went back, gently untied the red ribbon, put it in his pocket, took out a new red ribbon and tied it. I was shocked and thought: Is the red ribbon I saw these years my grandfather's, and my grandfather and father, unlike father and son, are all like this? At this moment, I have grown up.
"Get on the bus, there are many things in my company!" Dad said. I said goodbye to my grandparents and got on the bus. As the car drove farther and farther, grandpa's figure gradually drifted away, and the moon in the sky was covered, but the fireworks in the air were still bright and the red ribbon danced. I realized what fatherly love is. My father used to be as strict with me as my grandfather was with my father, but it was actually a deep fatherly love. I also understand that things should not look at the surface, but mainly at the essence of things. At that moment, I grew up.