Grow up composition

In study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which is a kind of verbal activity for people to express their thoughts in written form. So, how to write a composition? The following is my growth composition for everyone, welcome to share.

Growth composition 1 looks like an apple, sweet: like a plum, sour: like an olive, and astringent ... It is precisely because of these ups and downs that childhood has become so beautiful.

From birth to learning to walk, from babbling to entering school, in a blink of an eye, I am already a primary school student in grade six. The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze; Like a mist, it was evaporated by Chu Yang.

I remember wearing a red scarf for the first time in grade one. I was so happy at that time. I kept rummaging for the red scarf. When I got excellent results in the competition, I was so happy that I wanted to let the whole world know the good news with a certificate in my hand.

Washing dishes, washing clothes and cleaning the house for the first time, insist on doing it yourself every time you try, and enjoy the joy and freshness of success alone.

Gradually, I grow up and understand, but the "burden" on my shoulders is getting heavier: graduation classes, more and more homework, and more and more pressure from my parents ... Although it will be annoying, just keep an optimistic heart. Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms are in full bloom. I want to seize the present and not let time slip away from me.

Growth is full of happiness. Looking back on the road of growth, it is long, not long, only ten years; It's been more than ten years. Go and go, come and come. In the days to come, I will mature bit by bit and move towards a brilliant tomorrow bit by bit!

Growth is like a glass of lemonade with sugar, both sour and sweet. In my memory from childhood to adulthood, there are many unforgettable stories, each of which records my growing experience. Now I will share the most interesting ones with you!

When I was seven years old, that is, in the summer vacation of grade one, my mother took my sister and me to travel to Swan Mountain. When we got there, we went to buy tickets, because I was over 1 m tall and couldn't get a free ticket, but my mother didn't have enough money, so it was not easy to come once. My mother said to stay and let me go with my sister. But we are children, and my mother is not at ease. It's too late for dad to send money, because the tickets will be sold out soon. So my mother said to me, "Let's go home!" I thought to myself: I can't play in Swan Mountain when I go back. I won't do such a business at a loss!

I thought about it and said, "I was squatting when I bought a ticket, so I don't need to buy a ticket!" " "

Mom said, "This won't do."

My mother couldn't stand my coquetry, so she said, "Since you want to go so much, I will promise you!" " ! But this is the first time and the last time. "I nodded happily and agreed.

I squatted when I bought the ticket, and the conductor said, "This child doesn't have to buy a ticket" (what was the psychology here at that time? If you can write it, it will be more substantial. Haha, I succeeded. In the process of playing, I said to my mother, "I'm so smart!" " "Mom said," You guy ... "I quickly said," I know it's wrong to evade tickets. "Then I made a face and my mother was amused by me.

Although it has been a long time, I still remember it deeply.

Gorky once said: "Fable is the ladder of human progress." It is impossible to live without fables. When you count how many good fables you have read in your life, you may answer, "I have read countless fables." However, when you really calculate and really "taste" a few good fables, there may be only a handful.

The fable gives the reason.

I once read The Old Man and the Sea. This article tells the story of an old fisherman. He finally caught a marlin by himself. He didn't catch any fish for 84 days in a row, but the fish was too big. The big fish dragged his boat for three days before he was exhausted. He killed the fish and tied it to one end of the boat. On his way home, he was attacked by sharks many times. Finally, when he returned to Hong Kong, he was left with only his head and tail and a spine. Although this is only an essay with a simple story and short length, this article tells me a profound truth: no matter what you do, you should try your best to finish it, and you should learn the quality that the "old man" in prose should try to solve no matter how difficult it is.

Fables give wisdom.

After reading the fable of Children's Encyclopedia, I know why the electronic computer is also called a computer, who invented printing and gunpowder, why the lifebuoy is yellow, whether coal invented gas, and whether the bacteria in the refrigerator will freeze to death. This fable made me understand the doubts in my heart and the strange things in the world.

Fables give people happiness.

I have read the fable Peter Pan, which tells that Peter Pan took little Wendy and his two younger brothers to an island on a dark night. Little Wendy acted as the "mother" of the lost children on the island, taking care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation and fighting pirates. When I saw the lost children scrambling for the cake made by "mom", I immediately burst into laughter, which was from my heart.

Fables give me reason, wisdom and happiness. Fable accompanied me through the purest and most beautiful childhood.

Growing up composition 4 There are countless bright moons across your roof; I can't count how much sunlight passes through your wall. But growth will always bloom in these alternating gaps, gentle and playful.

1 1 at the end, the rain stopped, the golden sunshine jumped out of the clouds playfully, and the seven-color rainbow jumped out with it, as if everything in the world was shaking hands and making peace, but all this would be reduced to ashes. "Ding-"The ringing bell was accompanied by my uncontrollable heartbeat-the exam results came out.

Walking on the road, the previous scenery turned back to the clouds. I found a bench to lean against him and sat listening to the light songs when the rain fell from the eaves; Listen to Qin, elegant pearls are everywhere. I slowly close my eyes, let the wind pass through my eyes and feel the subtlety of the breeze. I recalled the trace of the red pen on the paper in my mind and imagined that my mother would criticize me, so I couldn't help crying. But I quickly changed my mind to appreciate the tranquility brought by the scenery, so that I held back my tears. Looking at the rain flowing down from the eaves, once floated to the eaves with the wind and high clouds, Lu Ge danced and flowed.

Look down again, ah! That is a blooming flower. I was thinking: the previous storm just passed through the flowers, which is why the flowers are so beautiful. When I saw this flower, I thought of myself. Flowers can still bloom after the storm, so what does it matter if I am criticized a little?

The ruler is good, but the inch is short. Meiyu together, as long as you look carefully, there is always something unsatisfactory, and so am I. There are twists and turns on the road of life, ups and downs, and indispensable. Only through these can we taste the happiness of growing up.

I haven't been out of books since I can remember. There is a big bookshelf in my home, which is full of all kinds of books. Books, like my best friends, have been with me until now.

The bookshelves are full of beautiful things, such as Water Margin, The Journey to the West, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, epigram and so on. There are also some professional books and many foreign classics, such as Gorky's Mother and Hugo's Les Miserables. Many books have turned yellow and seem to tell their history. As far as I can remember, I never knew how to read, so I began to look through those books. At first I read some illustrations and learned some intermittent plots. Later, when I knew the words, I began to chew the contents. When I come across new words, I have to look them up in the dictionary. Although I read slowly, I like it very much. I remember sometimes even forgetting to eat. My mother has told me several times that it's time for dinner. Well, I promised, but I still buried myself in my book. The faint ink in the book makes people feel uneasy and comfortable. In this environment, I grow up day by day. By the time I went to primary school, I had read all the four classical novels and some foreign cultural relics. I can recite many poems naturally and fluently. Everyone likes me very much and praises me for being smart. Many students often stop me and let me recite poems for them. After I recited it, they all gave a thumbs up and praised it, and then dispersed in a hubbub.

After school, I study all kinds of knowledge harder, because only by knowing more knowledge can I understand the profound connotation of all kinds of works more deeply. Ask the teacher and my parents in time if you don't understand. They always patiently explain to me, and I like them more after understanding the essence and connotation of the book.

When I sleep, I always put some books at the bedside, so that the faint book fragrance enters my dreams, and I sleep soundly every night. Thank you for your silence and indifference, and thank you for growing up with me!

I have been running since I grew up. I'm afraid of falling in the dark. How small and beautiful life is, the more I fear it. -inscription

When I was young, I was naive, immature and sincere, but I was full of curiosity about the world at a young age. I don't know when it started. I like to discuss with my friends the story of an ugly duckling who was spurned and turned into a beautiful white swan. This beautiful story opened a young heart and made me curious about everything in the world, and my mind was full of all kinds of whimsy.

Yes, I have dreams and fantasies when I am young. At that time, I will point to that floating cloud and tell others that it is a fish swimming happily and carefree. They look for more partners in the blue sky and swim to the farther sky together.

Flowers bloom and fall, autumn wind and autumn rain, and another autumn comes naturally. After entering junior high school, I wonder if this is the so-called sentimentality. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, everyone always misses the past. I remember at that time, I was carefree every day, not caring or caring. Without a good sense of time, a day will often pass in a daze. I like being in a daze alone, and feel that being in a daze is the greatest pleasure in life. At that time, I hadn't decided how to go in the future, and I didn't want to get along with my classmates. Between sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and fall, but I still bid farewell to my childhood.

Say goodbye to childhood, everyone will change. Everyone will be more stable and mature than before. Although I don't know how much I have changed, I will know for myself that I am not the same as before. I won't be that heartless child anymore, because I know I have grown up. I don't just fantasize every day, but have my own plans, goals, pursuits and dreams.

Now, I bid farewell to my ignorant childhood and am about to usher in the stormy senior high school entrance examination, but my growth will not leave me. It will take me to continue to write the future with persistence and smile, and let me take a firmer step forward.

In the process of growing up, there are many things worth exploring and understanding.

It was a Saturday night, and I got together with my father, grandmother and mother to pack jiaozi. After much consideration, my mother agreed and gave a demonstration.

I saw my mother dip a little water in the edge of the dumpling skin with her left hand, and then put the stuffing in the center of the dumpling skin with a spoon. When both sides were lifted at the same time, a beautiful jiaozi was born, and I waved. Being jiaozi is so simple, but it doesn't bother me at all.

I hold one side of jiaozi and hold the thread on the other side. Come up, hold down the line over there and squeeze the existing one here. I braved the cold sweat on my head and realized that jiaozi was not easy, but I always told myself that I couldn't give up, and persistence was victory. Then I put the dough directly in my hand and pinched both sides at the same time. Although neither side showed up, I was relieved. But his stomach was broken, so I quickly made it up with dough to save a defective jiaozi. Look at my mom's jiaozi. They are all full of generals' stomachs, like victorious generals. My stomach is full of delicious meat, and mine is like a little soldier who was scared to death. Everyone laughed from ear to ear, but I didn't lose heart. The hardest part is actually in the beginning I continued to package jiaozi, and in a short time I finally mastered the skills of packaging jiaozi. I can make a decent jiaozi.

I tasted my own package of jiaozi and found it particularly delicious. It turns out that it is sweetest to enjoy the fruits of your own labor. I ate it crazily, which made me unforgettable.

Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it, I did it. I tasted the fruits of success and made me understand that there is nothing in the world that you can't do as long as you are willing to work hard.

Time is like running water, which is gone forever! In a blink of an eye, I was ten years old. Many stories happened in the process of growing up, but one thing kept fresh in my memory!

It was in the third grade, and one day on the way after school, my mother suddenly said to me, "Look, Feifei, that boy is really amazing. He walked home alone. I think he is younger than you! " I said unconvinced, "Hum, I'll walk home by myself tomorrow, so don't pick me up!" " "

The next day after school, I walked home with my head held high. Oh, my poor shoulder, I just walked to Wu Shan Square, and my schoolbag seems to have turned into a heavy stone on my shoulder! At this moment, an old man asked me, "Where is your mother?" I can't let strangers know that I am alone, or I will be bullied. I can only lie to him and say, "Mom is in the back!" " "Say that finish, a brisk walk, because at this time I regard everyone as a bad person. I'm so scared! I'd better call my mother to pick it up. No, I can't give up easily. I continue to walk bravely. People come and go on the pedestrian street, but I don't care, I want to go home as soon as possible!

After crossing the pedestrian street, we crossed the road. There are no traffic lights on this road. I can't walk by the side of the road for a long time. My mother urged me to pay attention to safety in the morning! Rolling traffic flows like a river. After waiting for a long time, I finally got up the courage, seized the gap and trotted across the road. I'm so nervous that I'm jumping like a deer. Crossing the second road makes me bolder. Look left and right. When the traffic volume decreased, I crossed the zebra crossing with several adults.

Finally, I walked to the door of the community. Although I'm sweating and panting, I think today's sunshine is particularly bright, the sky is bluer than before, and white clouds are smiling at me! I hummed a ditty, carried my schoolbag and walked home happily.

I really feel that I have grown up!

Growing composition 9, declining scores and endless computer test papers make me more and more decadent. Suddenly I saw the dead wood outside the window. It is still lifeless and shows no signs of vitality.

This dead tree has sprouted several times. I came here because it is already here, just like a lonely old man, always here. ...

"Why did you only get that score again? How stupid? How did I give birth to such a daughter? I don't know anything. " The abuse of my parents began to spread in my ears again, to the depths of my heart, impacting my already heavy heart.

Suddenly looking up, the first thing that caught my eye was the dead tree that had been waiting there in the rain, which made me feel bored for a while. I pounded my leg so hard that my tears fell disappointingly. It's raining outside and the window glass is crying.

After a day, I failed in the exam again, sitting in the classroom, confused and helpless. Suddenly, she came up to me, patted me on the shoulder and comforted me and said, "Nothing, it's just a score. Doesn't necessarily mean you're not good. Everyone is gravel and will become a pearl one day. " You are great, but gold always shines. Come on! "I suddenly understood and said softly," Thank you! " "

I began to strive to become stronger, no longer decline, and gradually decadent.

The teacher's eyes changed from loss to expectation, and the students stopped laughing at me. My mentality has also changed, from "I can't do it" to "I can pass the exam in time."

Scores go up, smiles on faces increase, compliments increase, and confidence increases.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't paid attention to dead trees for a long time, and suddenly I found that dead trees had changed a little.

One morning, I was suddenly surprised to find that the dead tree had sprouted.

The buds are dotted on the dead trees, unique and dazzling, which seems to announce success and my success.

Dead trees began to sprout and I began to grow.

Growing composition 10 books can make our life more colorful. In the book, we can travel in the world we have never seen before and experience the experience we have never had before.

When I was a child, I held the book Andersen's Fairy Tales and read it in my parents' arms. What I feel inside is happiness and warmth. In my heart, I secretly hope to be a brave prince and look forward to being a respected hero ... Ah, what a naive time.

Entering primary school, fairy tales at hand are gradually replaced by novels such as Jinlong. Watching martial arts experts fly to the ground is omnipotent; Looking at the swords and shadows on the battlefield, I suddenly feel that the martial arts of the prince is still not as good as it is.

But this idea is only fleeting. Time flies, all kinds of "alternative" books appear in front of us. The relationship between men and women seems to be a hot topic in the book. Love, a romantic and hazy word, emerged in my mind and accompanied me into a thoughtful flower season.

I don't know when it started. The topic among classmates is no longer the quality of a martial arts master, but who is dating whom. A gentleman has a crush on anonymous; Their love was broken up by the teacher ... I began to feel how naive and ridiculous the past was. It seems that I have matured a lot and entered the world of adults. However, do we really understand "love"? Should I "love"?

In the discussion, I grew up slowly and walked into the school gate of high school. Our books have changed again, and the books in the hands of more students have gradually become various college entrance examination review materials, various classics, or philosophy books. ...

At different stages of our growth, we can see different books, whether good or bad. Books grow with us and play an important role in our growth.

Growth Composition 1 1 People are always faced with countless choices in their lives.

When I was young, what I chose was never something I could decide. Facing the ugly, warm and beautiful thin clothes, I have no choice. Before he could speak, the former had been put on the body. It seems that everything has been decided for me. I don't need to know how to choose my future.

My boyhood just slipped away. I am ... growing up.

Slowly, I learned to say "no" to the choices my parents made for me. I tried my best to break away from their control over me. I feel extremely excited. The air seems fresher than before. I am like a bird in a broken cage, curious about the outside world. Flying high, trying to stay away from the terrible cage, not knowing the sinister outside world, I made a decisive choice. ...

In this way, I am eager to make my own choices, as if to show off to outsiders, "Look, I can make my own decisions". I keep my eyes open and look at the dark reality. I groped my way forward on this endless road. The further you go, the more choices you have. There are many options, and I don't know how to choose. I realized that I was just a child after all, always confused by bright things. I want to back down. I don't want to pay for my mistake. When I looked back and longed for my parents' help, I suddenly felt naive and got rid of them excitedly. ...

I have stood at the fork in the road countless times, countless choices, countless tossing and turning between growth and failure, and countless losses.

After the punishment brought by the wrong choice, I always blame myself silently. Choosing to fight alone at the beginning will lead to today's bad results. If I had listened to my parents' advice, would the result be different? Unfortunately, there is no if in life.

On the way of growing up, I kept choosing, and finally, I learned to listen. Listen to other people's opinions before you choose, whether it is to your liking or not, because the advice is very ugly. Comprehensive opinions, think twice before you act.

Growth is a happy disaster. I suffered the consequences of the wrong choice, but I learned the joy of listening. I won't be afraid to choose because of the consequences, because I believe that the consequences of listening to the choice will not be too bad. Growing up taught me to listen. ...

The growth process of composition 12 is like the pain of a silkworm peeling its cocoon and spinning its silk, but it also has the instantaneous beauty of turning into a flying butterfly. It was a muddled road. I was a teenager standing on the road with a backpack. At the moment, my eyes are looking at the blurred horizon in the distance, and I don't know when this road will end and if there is an end. But I still whisper in my mind, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is not the mature result, but the painful and beautiful road.

When I was a child, like many people, I expected to grow up and mature. To reach the sugar box on the high table? Or to be able to show off as an adult among friends? I shook my head gently, I can't remember. Perhaps, growing up was just an unfinished wish in my heart at that time. However, I am eleven years old, and when I reach the mature entrance, I hesitate. I understand that growing up means you need to take on more responsibilities, and you need to learn to accept more realistic disappointments. Will my poems, my beautiful fairy tales and my whimsical dreams be hindered from growing up?

I began to feel uneasy in the days when I was depressed by this terrible fantasy. I am afraid that when I wake up, I will lose all the beauty that belongs to innocence. In those old days, it grew up in my heart, like a poisonous vine, tightly wrapped around my heart.

But now that I've changed, I'm beginning to feel that growing up is both painful and beautiful, but beauty accounts for a little more. Teenagers are dreamy and poetic. Who said that when you grow up, you will have no childlike innocence? I would like to drift with the flow in the innocent and beautiful ocean like the poet Jin Bo.

Growth, beauty and sunshine run through my twelve-year-old summer.

I still remember the most perfect memory of that door, but now that old iron gate has lost its luster. The laughter of the past will never appear again. The rusted sound flashed in my ear when I pushed the door. The same scene still exists in the door, but the laughter and laughter of that era have gone away from it, and the vision is still divided.

Walking on the path paved with fallen leaves, looking at rows of familiar classrooms, thinking of what you taught us, thinking of your sorry eyes. When I saw the tears in your eyes, my grievances disappeared with the tears.

It was raining outside that day, and you told us to go back to the office, but the rain seemed to be joking with you. When you walked into the office, it suddenly rained heavily and you were soaked to the skin. The rain soaked your clothes, but you only attended classes, regardless of the rain in your life. I vaguely see your body shaking. Looking at your figure, I can no longer feel the warmth of maternal love. It's very cold.

"Pa" and "Pa" flew over your hand and landed gently on my shoulder, but a burr on the stick went into my left ear, and you didn't notice. I look into your eyes and hate iron. I cried. You saw me. Say something after class, and then go to the office for class.

In the office, you told me that you were a girl. Although you are a little naughty, don't forget that you are in class. You look at my left ear and tears fall on my shoulder. You take it out with your wings and ask me if it still hurts. I said it didn't hurt. There are tears in your eyes, and your silly child is back in the classroom. I smiled and felt warm in my heart.

You are my first teacher and have taught me for six years. I'm sorry you didn't come the year I graduated. I understand that you are afraid to meet us, and you can't control your emotions.

Tiemenguan kept our perfect memory, the image and memory of my sunshine teacher. He blocked the way of passers-by, but he couldn't stop his memories. An iron gate records the six years I spent with you. I need sunshine and sunshine memories for my growth.

Growth composition 14 time is passing in a hurry, and we are also growing quietly. In the process of growing up, we have encountered setbacks and gains. We laughed and cried, which is ups and downs.

Acid! When we fail in the exam, when we are scolded by our parents and wronged, our hearts are always sour. What's the sour taste? It's the feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry. Do you feel the same way?

That's great. When we are praised by our parents, won the first prize and got something we like, will we feel flattered and sweet? It feels like eating honey, and it feels great!

Bitter! Do you feel hard when our parents ask us to go to work, when the study task is heavy, or when the teacher takes us back to summer camp? Although the feeling of hard work is not very good, after hard work, the harvest is fruitful.

Spicy! Spicy taste is very complicated, just like our youth. Sometimes we smile and have no worries. Sometimes we are lonely and silent. We always like to be alone and don't want to be disturbed by others. Sometimes we are straightforward and capable, and we always do whatever our parents give us. Sometimes, we are also rebellious. Our parents don't want to hear anything, so they just like to go their own way. Adults always say: teenagers nowadays are really puzzling. Yes, we are as complicated and exciting as spicy food. We have our own opinions and unique mottos. We always pursue freedom, positivity and optimism. Yes, this is also the unique personality of our teenagers. Only we have this unique personality.

On the road of growth, we will inevitably encounter some setbacks, failures and sadness. However, we will not give up our dreams because of this. We will always cheer up and continue to pursue our dreams, because dreams are far away and only those who are not afraid of failure and setbacks can realize them. That's who we are, living for them. This is the ups and downs of growth, and the road to growth is always colorful. There will be a rainbow after the storm. May our dreams come true.

Growth composition 15 I have a dream, that is, to own a brand-new variable-speed bicycle of my own.

Why do I have such a dream? Because my eldest brother, Wang Hanlong, is now in college, he had a variable-speed bicycle in high school, which cost more than 700 yuan. However, shortly after he bought it, it began to rain in Mao Mao. He accidentally slipped while riding a bike and damaged the transmission of the car. My grandfather pushed his bike to the mechanic for repair, but there was no transmission. The mechanic said that people who buy gearboxes now will regret it, because gearboxes break easily. This taught my grandfather a lesson that he would never buy a gearbox again.

Now, children all want to own a variable-speed bicycle, because it is cool to ride and very popular with children. My good friend Sun Xiaolong, in order to have a variable-speed bicycle, deliberately left the car unlocked when parking at school. When he came back from school, he saw that the car was gone, so he went home and begged his mother to buy a variable-speed bike. His mother had no choice but to buy him one. He came by bike after school today. He said, "Look! How terrible your car is! Look how cool my gearbox is, especially Yang Zeyu's car. It's so uncomfortable to ride! " His words made me very angry. It was a big mistake for him to trick his mother into buying a bike. How can he show off everywhere? What a pity!

However, I still hope to have my own variable-speed bicycle properly. As long as I study well, my father will definitely buy it for me. Come on, Yang Zeyu!

This is my growing dream!