1. Write an essay about growth and draw a simple picture to accompany it.
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The childhood growing up is colorful, like a book with fairy tales in it; like the seven-color clouds, building bridges of love; like bunches of dazzling flowers, beautiful and moving. My childhood is golden because it is brilliant; my childhood is white because it is so pure and spotless; my childhood is red because it is full of joy; my childhood is blue because it Full of fantasy...
In a beautiful and sunny season, our class held a unique mountain climbing activity.
The activity started, and the students rushed forward impatiently, rushing towards the mountain, like a group of little rabbits competing, running, jumping, and jumping. The "green messengers" were always with us along the way, as if greeting long-lost guests: the winter jasmine first bloomed with small yellow flowers, blooming with the message of spring; the grass was not to be outdone, and secretly emerged from the soil. Curious little head; the small tree sends out small, tender and exquisite new buds, as if the branches of the tree are inlaid with green gems; the rose flower shows a charming smile, as red as fire and as pink as pink. Xia, yellow and gold...the flowers are colorful and colorful. The willow twists its graceful branches and sways in the wind, like girls combing their long green hair by the river. The river flows endlessly, like a white ribbon floating into the distance, sparkling under the sunlight.
While walking, I suddenly found that Li Xianghua behind me was missing. Just when I was anxious, a cry for help came from a bush. I walked over quickly. "Hahaha..." I burst out laughing. It turned out that Li Xianghua accidentally fell into a mud pit while walking, and had a big "kiss" with the mud. His face was covered with mud, and he looked very embarrassed. Zeng Yajun on the side gave a thumbs up and said: "Li Xianghua, you are so awesome! You can actually climb mountains!" Chen Lin immediately took over the topic and said: "Yes, yes, when will you learn how to climb mountains?" You have mastered the 'Earth Penetrating Technique' and jumped out of the soil, accept me as your disciple and teach me!" After saying that, they both knelt down respectfully and performed the "apprenticeship" ceremony! We were so happy. Later, we took Li Xianghua to the river. The mud on Li Xianghua's face was finally "washed" away by the water, but she became dirtier and dirtier with each wash, like a big-faced cat. It was so funny. "Hahahaha..." The students all laughed, and the mountain climbing activity ended with laughter. But it leaves us with memories that will never be forgotten.
Growing up in childhood is a colorful poem and a colorful painting. However, on the road of growth, happiness and troubles are like twin brothers. Always shining on each other and never leaving. The key lies in how you view happiness and troubles correctly. If you just want to be happy and don't worry, worries will always haunt you like a devil, making you unable to breathe and miserable. If you can face your troubles with an optimistic and positive attitude, understand yourself correctly, and relieve your troubles, your life will become better! 2. An essay about growth, 500 words, preferably handwritten
How many times have I wanted to follow your footsteps, how many times have I wanted to listen to your voice, and how many times have I wanted to savor your taste. Recalling the past bit by bit, I cherish my youthful years now. Unknowingly, I have grown up slowly...
In my childhood, the feeling of growing up was warm and happy. My carefree childhood was accompanied by a naughty me. I still remember the first time my mother took me to fly a kite in the backyard of my home. Being ignorant, I always blamed my mother for being unfamiliar and asked again and again to fly the kite myself. It's like letting go of the distant dreams of childhood. The mother put down the kite with a smile, inspected the kite carefully, and gently wrapped the thread around the child's delicate fingers, just like the quilt my mother gently put on me every time. I ran happily, letting the wind blow across my young cheeks, but my dreams could not be let go. For a long time, my mother and I looked at each other and smiled. My mother patted my shoulder and held my hand tightly with her rough but warm hand. At this moment, my mother took me running. She smiled brightly, just like me, because the kite was flown by us, and at the same time, the kite flew with the same blessings from my mother and I. At that time, I didn’t know what maternal love was. I only knew that the moment my mother held my hand, I felt unprecedented warmth. I only knew that my growth would never be separated from it.
When I was a teenager, the feeling of growing up was curiosity and confusion. As my exposure to knowledge deepens, I am always full of curiosity about unknown things in this world. Faced with my questions again and again, my mother, who is not very educated, can always use her unique way to cleverly tell the truth about nature. truth. The bright night sky is dotted with stars. It is the night sky of the Mid-Autumn Festival. There is only one full moon hanging high on the branches. My father was unable to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my mother and I due to work reasons. Although we are regretful, we are also very happy. When I was having fun, I looked at the bright moonlight in the sky and couldn't help but ask: "Mom, why is the moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival so beautiful?" My mother couldn't help being startled, but then she smiled again, a look of wisdom flashed through her eyes, and she said with a kind of He said in an unquestionable and sweet tone: "In Mom's opinion, the reason why the moonlight is so beautiful is because of you. The reason why the starry sky is so gorgeous is also because of you."
The reason why Mom is so happy is because of you..." After looking at my mother for a long time, I vaguely understood what my mother meant, but I also became more curious and confused. This curiosity and confusion lasted until I gradually understood my mother's love.
Nowadays, growing up is both painful and joyful. As I grow older, I know a lot of things, but it also creates a generation gap between my mother and me. My mother is becoming increasingly strict with me, and I always feel that I can never go back to those intimate days of laughing, scolding, and scolding in my childhood. Looking at my mother’s aging white hair and looming wrinkles, and thinking of the past in childhood, there is always a sense of silent bitterness, but I still want to express it. Stop. Sometimes I feel that growth is so exciting but also confusing. What is confusing is why growth is so twists and turns. Finally, after achieving a satisfactory result, my mother finally showed her long-lost smile. This warm and simple smile seemed to me as unchanged as my childhood. At that moment, I really wanted to protect my mother's smile forever, even if I spent my whole life. At that time, my mother didn't say anything, just said softly. A few words: “Work hard. "But I know that my mother is not happy for my achievements, but for my growth. But just these two simple words, my mother has worked hard to protect me for 16 years. At that moment, I understood Under the same blue sky, you, I or he may be growing or experiencing the taste of growth. Everyone may have different feelings about the taste of growth. But it is always indispensable, it is the guardian of our growth - maternal love
Title: The taste of growth 3. Give me some pictures about growth, urgent
There is no watermark It's a bit hard to find, I'd better look for it for you, wait for my news
This is a baby one
You can adjust the size yourself, I will send you a juvenile one later
This is about teenagers and adults
You can first write about interesting things in childhood, etc.
Then write about what happened at this age now
Finally There are many compositions about daydreams about the future. 4. Composition "On the Road to Growth" for the third grade of junior high school, 200 to 300 words, must be handwritten, please do not copy
On the Road to Growth
p>This journey has seen joy and sorrow, wrong and right. Sometimes I feel a little tired and want to shed some tears. After crying, I stand up and face it. The road to growth is very bumpy, but it is also smooth. The road to growth is very smooth, but there are also pits. When that immature little person entered the threshold of elementary school, I fell in love with the joy of learning, and gained knowledge and experience from it. My mind was blank. At the same time, I gained friendship and found another person in the world of mortals. I am grateful to my friends, who make my mind never deserted, and I am still obsessed with books every year. , the beautiful words and the precious chapters are like beacons, lighting up my mind in the dark night. In my study and life, I also experienced setbacks and failures, unsatisfactory results, and mistakes in my work. I would only cry cowardly to these things, but slowly, I learned to suppress the pain in my heart and cleanse my soul with the pain that life gave me. In the process, I became mature, strong, and brave. Time is like quicksand that cannot be grasped, slipping from my fingers in an instant. Six years have passed by in a blink of an eye. I graduated with a feeling of reluctance. But in these six years, I have completely transformed. During this period, I have completely transformed. What I learn and gain will be the most precious wealth in my life.
From the moment I stepped into the middle school, I saw a flower blooming. Yes, I felt it. I no longer have the weakness I had before, and I have begun to persevere in my dreams. Although there are hardships on the way to pursue my dreams, I will not stop. I will use my perseverance to shoulder the heavy burden. Here, I learned more. The questions are also answered one by one. I hope to paint this period of time with vigor. Some people may say that this is youthful and frivolous, but so what if I am frivolous? I will try my best to fight hard because I don’t want to leave any regrets. Youth is in full bloom, and I will use my efforts and sweat to interpret this youth and sing for it.
Yes, that is exactly what happens when you grow up. However, I'm not afraid. Because, I have a pair of invisible wings. With my fantasy, I passed through the despair to find hope. It is my true strength that leads me to resist the hurt I have suffered and learn to be stronger. 5. Photo album composition of growing up
; Unintentionally opening the photo album of the past and falling into memories that are both far and near.
When I was a child, I always hoped that I would grow up quickly and weaved many dreams for myself. Unconsciously, I went from childhood to adolescence, and then I realized that growing up is not so happy! Under the sun, a little girl was wearing skates, a roller skate hat on her head, and wristbands on her hands and arms, galloping freely in the square like a happy bird.
After a while, the girl changed into Latin dance clothes and danced heartily in the center of the stage, with a confident smile on her face. The girl has grown taller, carrying a schoolbag, and walked into the campus, with a bright red scarf fluttering on her chest.
The girl fell in love with reading, met Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and fell in love with Dorothy and her friends...
The girl visited the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, the Great Wall in Beijing, the World Expo Park in Shanghai, the underwater world in Dalian, the Window of the World in Shenzhen, the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and Sanya in Hainan, leaving her happy smiling face everywhere.
As the grade went up, the girl’s schoolbag became heavier and heavier, and she became a little unhappy. She envied the carefree childhood life of foreign children. Before she could complain urgently, she hurriedly entered the ranks of junior high school students, said goodbye to colorful skirts, put on simple school uniforms, went out early and came back late every day, struggling in the ocean of knowledge.
The number of exams has increased significantly, and grades have become more important than anything else. The caring eyes and meticulous care of parents, the expectant eyes of teachers, and patient guidance are the motivation for girls to learn. Girls know that learning is a shortcut to growth. Although it is hard, it gives confidence.
The girl's cream-stained face was filled with happiness. It was the girl's birthday, and it fell on Sunday. Her parents exempted her from going to cram school, and she could arrange her time freely that day. She wants to go online. The land on QQ Farm has been deserted for a long time, and she must have read many messages in the classmate group.
She wanted to turn on the TV. She didn’t know how many of her favorite programs were broadcast on the Science and Technology Channel. She wants to feed the small fish in the lake in the community, and she wants to put on a raincoat and play with her friends in the ground fountain.
She also wants to go to the bookshelf to find the book of her close sister Lu Qin, which has been relegated to the cold palace for many days. The girl found herself eager to read this book because she seemed to understand herself less and less.
She felt that she had grown up and did not like her mother supervising her all day long and taking care of her like a child. Close the photo album, your heart is still inside.
Some people say that growth is the process of falling and getting up again. There is the joy of stepping forward, the sadness of falling, the bravery of getting up, and the tenacity to pursue goals. Facing growing up, girls are a little confused, but am I ready? . 6. Comprehensive essay on a photo of growing up
When I opened the drawer and accidentally found a photo, I was stunned. This was my kindergarten graduation photo, looking at the teachers. , the wave of memories overwhelmed me... "Wow wow wow..." The entire small class was shrouded in dark clouds, and the teacher was busy running around, coaxing the babies who kept crying. The parents looked at their children reluctantly, and their footsteps wandered by the door. Yes, this is the first day of school for the small class.
For some reason, I had no desire to cry at that time. I sat quietly in my little chair and looked at everyone blankly, as if what happened did not belong to my "time and space" at all. Similar.
I no longer remember how the parents “reluctantly gave up” and walked out of my sight, nor do I remember what the teacher said to me beside me, nor how the teacher asked all the children to stop. Crying...
The only thing I remember is the first snack given out at the beginning of school. At that time, the teacher gave us Wangwang Senbei.
After the teacher gave us the biscuits, he went to "please" the children who were looking for things and missing people. I was very happy when I saw something delicious. I took the biscuits and licked them with relish. I licked my lips from time to time and tasted the delicious food carefully. Unknowingly, my hands were empty, not even a bit of biscuit crumbs. remain. Only then did I notice that a child was still crying, and a biscuit in front of his table was lying there quietly. This biscuit seemed to have no temptation for the child at all. I unconsciously moved my hand slowly towards the biscuit.
Unfortunately, the teacher found me, came over, held my hand, and stared at me. Being young and ignorant, I didn't feel ashamed. I looked at the teacher with confusion as if he had done nothing wrong. The teacher should have been gossiping to me, but it was over before it even started. The teacher was forced to let go of my hand by the many crying sounds. As if nothing happened, I returned to my seat and sat down, continuing to eat the biscuits I had "stolen"...
I took the photo and walked to the place where I posted the certificate. Looking at the white wall under the certificate of the middle class, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed for the disgraceful thing in the small class. It was precisely this incident that prevented me from receiving the small class certificate. It is for this reason that this incident remains fresh in my memory. Such a thing has never happened again. 7. How to write a 600-word essay on "Growth Album"
As time goes by, many beautiful things have been lost unconsciously in my ocean of growth. Shells, I am looking for them, retracing the footsteps of my growth...
Photo album of growth
Look, this is a photo of me for a hundred days. At that time, I was a Wahaha kid with tears in my eyes. Maybe I was a little scared when I saw the camera. I lay on the bed, taking pictures, and cried loudly. "Don't cry, your good friend - the doll is with you!" (Baitian, timid me)
Look, this is a photo of me when I was two years old. My favorite childhood cartoon - "Calabash" was playing on the TV. I stood on the sofa and danced with excitement. "Be careful, don't fall." (Two years old, versatile me)
Look, this is a photo of me when I was three years old. Now I am a little adult. Look, I'm holding the phone and I don't know who to call! But unknown to me, the phone line had been unplugged.
(Three years old, naive me)
Look, this is a photo of me when I was seven years old. I was sitting on the lawn. The ground was full of colorful wild flowers, butterflies, and bees flying around. I really Became a flower fairy. Pick one off and put it on your head to see how beautiful I am! (Seven years old, I love beauty)
These photos describe my growth process. There are joys and sorrows, pains and joys in my growth journey. Today, I have found these lost shells again, and they will grow with me forever.
Unknowingly, I have spent my infancy and childhood. Now that I am a teenager, I have taken a step forward in my growth process. I want to spread my wings and fly freely in the sky where I grow. 8. My Growth Photo Album Composition
From the time we were babbling to learning to wear shoes and then becoming sensible, we must have taken many photos. In these photos, we record the footprints of our growth and our joy. Laughter records our bitter tears... After finishing my homework on Sunday, I opened the photo album excitedly, and the first photo that caught my eye was the 100th birthday photo of my baby. At that time, I was fat, holding my feet and gnawing on the happy baby. Woolen cloth! , I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. I heard my mother tell me that on the day of the photo shoot, she and my brother were asking about the price, but I crawled into the photo studio alone.
When my mother saw that I was missing, she hurriedly searched for me. Just when she was so anxious, my hearty laughter came from the photo studio. My mother hurried over to take a look and saw that I was playing around. There's a doll on the floor! After struggling for a long time, I was finally able to take pictures. This made my brother exhausted. In order to carry me to the chair, he tried his best to get me to the chair. There was no other way. Who let me He was a little chubby at that time! Turning to the second photo, a little girl was standing on tiptoe grabbing a book from an older brother. Needless to say, that was me. I was already seven years old at that time, and I saw my brother reading a book intently. I also leaned over to read the storybook, but my brother read it too quickly. Before I could see it clearly, I turned it over. When I saw it, I quickly said, "Brother, I haven't finished reading it yet!" My brother laughed after hearing this. : "I'll show it to you if you can grab it." After saying that, I held the storybook up high. I stood up on tiptoes and struggled to grab it. When my mother saw this scene, she happily picked up the camera and clicked it. This scene was captured in the camera. Isn’t this photo a validation of my love for learning? When I opened the third page, a girl with a paper in her hand jumped up with joy and was laughing! This is a photo I took after I passed the monthly exam this year.
Everyone may be curious about why I am so happy. Haha, it is because I defeated many masters in the class in this exam and got the first place in the total score. When I heard the news, I immediately told my parents when I got home at noon. Just as I was cheering, my mother took a picture of this moment for me.
Looking at this photo, I smiled proudly, because I knew that when I grew up, I was no longer that little baby who only wanted candy, nor was I that childish little girl. Now, I have grown up and have my own thoughts and personality. In the future, I will work harder. I believe that as long as I pay, I will be rewarded! Under the blue sky, on that winding path, that little shadow grows bigger and bigger. I will keep this growth photo album and never forget it. 9. Handwritten essay on growing up under the sun
On the road of my life, although it is full of thorns, there are always some things that excite and inspire us. Look, those wisps of brilliant sunshine are accompanied by The best proof of my growth. When my parents heard my first cry, they became a father and a mother and shouldered the responsibility. They were determined to cultivate me into a talent, no matter how hard and tiring I was, I got it. The first ray of sunshine in life - the love given to me by my parents. When I first entered elementary school, I began to read and read, but with little knowledge, I always encountered some difficult problems. The teacher used his kind words With his eyes and pleasant voice, he patiently explained one Chinese character after another. What’s even more valuable is that since I was in elementary school for six years, whenever I asked the teacher a difficult question, I could always see the teacher’s kind smile. Therefore, I gained the most valuable experience in my life. The second ray of sunshine - the teacher who loves me. In the second grade of elementary school, I made many friends. From then on, we studied together, played together, and established a deep friendship. The sincere feelings and innocent behaviors between friends made me happy. I will never forget it. At this time, I got the third ray of sunshine in my life - friends who love me. I just entered middle school and felt huge pressure due to the strong momentum of all kinds of people. And "not afraid of difficulties, The spirit of "indomitable" spurred me to work hard, and I finally succeeded. Now, I have received the fifth ray of sunshine in my life - the challenge of my love. On the road of my life, I have already had four brilliant rays of sunshine, This sunshine illuminates my young heart and ignites my courage to work hard. I believe that this sunshine will accompany me to grow, help me overcome difficulties and obstacles, and move forward bravely.