My mother likes flowers.
There is a small potted plant in front of the window, with only a few morning glory. Mom said this seed is for others, and I don't know what to do. But my mother still insisted on watering these morning glories and pinned her hopes on them. I looked at the barren soil and drooping leaves and didn't expect much.
After a few weeks, my mother excitedly pointed to the morning glory and said, "It's almost over. The morning glory is in bloom. " Sure enough, the small petals burst open, revealing the dim sum core inside. Red and smart, it seems to be softer than silk, as delicate as water, like a baby who just woke up, ready to continue to grow and usher in the next unparalleled bloom. When I was in a good mood, I suddenly felt that the flower was so strong. When they grow up from humble land, they are no longer humble, but boasted.
Later, my mother gradually had no time to go to work, so she stopped watering the flowers. She just remembered to water them occasionally and ignored them. Morning glory will gradually dim, without the color of the past. I was in a bad mood that day, and the morning glory hung down, and my mood was over. Looking at the drooping petals, they have turned yellow, and I only feel that even the evergreen plants next to them are eclipsed and lose their luster. I quickly watered it. Amazingly, the morning glory stretched a lot in a short time.
Gradually, I got into the habit. Every time I go home, I will take a look at the morning glory, see the color of its petals and remember its unique expression. My mother once told me that morning glory is actually a plant that grows easily. If you water it often, it can be full of vitality, so I always believe that she will grow into a delicate and charming flower one day, and I am waiting for it to grow. ...
I fell in love with the morning glory, which bloomed quietly and thanked me silently, but I firmly believe that its withering is not a storm, and it will come when it comes. But in the growth of recharge your batteries, and then quietly shine in front of everyone without interest.
Today, I grew up with morning glory. If it grows, I will grow; If it is brilliant, I will be brilliant.
It was a winter, it got dark earlier, and the cold north wind blew on my face, which was very painful. I'm not afraid to walk at night, so after school, I walk home humming. At this moment, the telephone rang. I looked around and finally saw a brand-new mobile phone beside the snowdrift.
Pick it up and see, only one corner of the screen broke a scratch, who must be in a hurry. I patted myself on the cheek, wondering whether to return it to the owner. I can't believe this is happening to me.
Don't believe those people in the news who say that they are calm from picking up their mobile phones to returning them. This kind of thing won't happen to them. You can't feel the excitement at all.
I'm still thinking: are you still there? Or keep it for yourself? These two thoughts are like two little people, a white face and a black face. The white face said: Of course, it is not easy for others to make money. Have you forgotten the truth that the teacher taught you to pick up money? "
The black-faced man laughed and said, "What is it? Every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost! Don't you forget the news report that the boy found his mobile phone and returned it, and the owner gave him some winter vacation homework as a thank you, don't you forget? These are the blood and tears lessons of' predecessors'! "
I shook my head, trying to sober myself up. Thinking and thinking, I think the white face is right. When the bell rang again, I pressed the "answer key" ...
The next day, I returned the phone to the owner as promised. Instead of buying me winter vacation homework, my host thanked me-it seems that there are still many good people in the world!
On the way back, I couldn't help thinking deeply about life and society: I used to laugh when I saw this kind of news, thinking that it was easy to return things to their original owners, but only after I really realized it would I admire those people with conscience, who chose morality between interests and morality. Like most people, I chose to stick to the moral bottom line. Maybe this is growth!
For everyone, the understanding of growth is different, because everyone sees things from different angles. For me, growth means change.
When I was very young, I had absolute trust in adults, that is, parents. I think they are absolutely right, regardless of their actions or thoughts. So I listened to them, because it was my belief at that time.
Then I began to grow up, and I began to get rid of their thoughts and behaviors. I think I should ask myself more things and not always rely on them. From then on, I knew I was growing up unconsciously.
Growing up also has troubles, and my growth has gradually brought troubles to me. I don't know when I learned to lie. Actually, lying is not a mistake, but an instinct of self-protection. But when did I learn to lie? It seems to cater to people around you.
I never lied when I was a child, not that I wouldn't, but that I didn't need it. Everyone around me listened to me. I was just a dummy when I lied. I thought it was far away from me, but when I grew up, I found it beside me.
When I learned to have my own thoughts, I walked into lying. There are more and more people around me. I didn't want them to think that I was a man full of thorns, so I learned to follow others' wishes. Because I hope I can be so-called red.
I know that true friends will no longer depend on your thorns, but how many true friends can you find? Although there are, it is too few after all. A bosom friend is hard to find. As I grow up, my desire is getting bigger and bigger, so I hope to be a popular person. People often avoid lying, but lying is casual, because we often need its cover-up and protection.
I sometimes wonder whether change is good or bad, but I often find that there is no positive solution to this problem. I can only adapt to it, turn it into your own, make up for my past shortcomings, and strive to be more perfect.
The understanding of growth here is limited, because I haven't really grown up yet.
We are always changing and growing.
Interesting things in growth, like pearls in the deep sea, will never fade in my heart. I like exploring, so I have many good memories.
It was a dark night in a month, and my friends and I discussed exploring. I pointed to Xiao Mu's house with a flashlight in one hand and casually said, "The adults said it was a haunted house! Who dares to go with me? " "That's a good idea. Come, let's go together! " Li Shanshan, a good friend, said boldly. It was so dark that a cool breeze blew from time to time, which made us shudder.
Holding the flashlight tightly, I carefully explored the door of the haunted house. I didn't expect the door to open slowly because of the inertia of the wind. This scene can't help but be creepy. I took a flashlight and took photos everywhere. I took out a candle prepared in advance from my "adventure bag" and lit it. It suddenly lit up. "Cha!" Suddenly, a furry ball appeared from the hut, and everyone exclaimed, "Ah, a ghost!" " "As soon as they turned around, a" big crocodile "suddenly flashed behind them, which made them exclaim again. Gradually, we settled down. "Shh, you listen! Footsteps! "Jin Hangkai said. Footsteps are getting closer and closer to us, and the sound is getting louder and louder. A familiar figure appeared, but the light was too dim to see which warrior it was! "ouch! My little ancestor, what are you doing here at night? "Oh, it's my grandmother! What a false alarm!
Everyone's childhood is beautiful, my childhood is exciting and unforgettable, just like a bright pearl in the deep sea, which will never fade in my heart.
When I was five hours old, my mother said that I was a little baby and needed my mother's help in everything. Therefore, I have a wish since I was a child: I hope to be a big boy and help my mother.
When I was two years old, I brought slippers and rubbed my back to my mother after she came home from work, singing "My good mother, come home from work …", so I grew up. When I was four years old, I began to learn to dress. Although sometimes I need my mother to rearrange it, I still have a sense of accomplishment, so I grew up again. At the age of six, I learned to help my mother wash dishes, sweep the floor and wash socks, so I grew up again; When I was seven, I learned to take care of others. One day, mother had a fever. I learned that my mother poured water for her to take medicine when I had a fever, and put a wet towel on her head to reduce the fever. I grew up again. When I was eight years old, I wanted to go home by bus, but my mother didn't agree. However, she couldn't help me, and finally agreed, on the condition that my mother would accompany me to the bus stop a few days ago. I also agree to cherish the opportunity. My mother woke me up early this morning and told me to take the No.29 bus and get off at 200. Be careful when crossing the road. After breakfast, my mother and I walked towards the station. I was happy and scared all the way. I'm glad I can finally take the bus by myself, which means I'm grown up and afraid of what to do if something happens on the road. This is the first time in my life to take a bus alone. When I arrived at the station to wait for the bus, I quickly made several good friends, including Han and Pang Chunyu. In the small talk among friends, my fear decreased a little. The no.29 bus has finally arrived. My friend and I got on the bus with my mother's uneasy eyes and thousands of instructions, and arrived at school smoothly. So I learned to take the bus by myself and I grew up again.
My mother said: I grew up like a swallow, from being fed by my mother to preying on myself, from featherless to featherless, never flying into the blue sky and leaving my mother's arms. ...
Everyone will go through this process about the word "growth" in the first grade composition 6 of "Growth". This process is very simple, that is, now you are two or three years old, slowly reaching twelve or three years old, and gradually growing up to thirty or forty years old. This is the process of growing up. Everyone is. I'm not special. I've been through this process. Let me tell you one thing that can show that I have grown up:
From the birth of my parents to the twelfth year when my parents raised me, something happened. Although it is a small matter, it fully shows that I have grown up.
In the year when I was in the sixth grade, one Friday after school, my classmates poured out of the school gate one by one, and I left the school gate with the flow of people. Then I waited by the side of the road like my mother said. The result was more than 30 minutes. Before my mother came, I thought about it: "My mother picks me up on time every day, but what happened today?" Just as I was wondering, I came up with an idea: I'll walk home by myself. No, Aunt Wang, I'm halfway. What if my mother comes? Just then, I came up with a good idea: I took my phone card to school and called my mother from a public phone. But my mother said, "I have something to do, but I can't get through." Let your father pick you up! " "I think," my mother may be testing me on purpose. "I called my father again, and my father said," You waited for more than 20 minutes before I could go. " I said, "well, don't come here. I'll walk home by myself, okay? " Dad said, "All right! Be careful when you go home! "
After returning home, my mother praised me happily, and so did my father. Finally, the whole family said that I was grown up and sensible, and I would come up with a good solution when I met something. Finally, my mother said to me, "Actually, when you called me, I was resting. I was not busy at all. I was testing you!" " "
In this way, I was successfully regarded as an adult by the whole family. I also feel that I have grown up a lot, but I still have to grow up completely. If I enter the university as a college student, I think I have fully grown up!
All seven people have troubles when they grow up. There is a song called "Little Boy", which sings "With the growth of age, there are more and more troubles". Growing up is like a boat in my life, sailing in the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves. However, my road to growth has not been smooth sailing, and I have experienced various bumps. Sweet, sour, spicy and salty, everything.
I am growing up, but the trouble of growing up is to catch up and not fall behind. Let my mood be in melancholy forever.
My mother often says, "Why are you so careless? Either you forgot to add the decimal point in mathematics, or you can't turn your head around; " So is Chinese. What should not be wrong is always wrong. ..... The result is always like this! "This is junior high school, so it often appears in my mind.
Every day when I come home from school, I am greeted by familiar questions: "Have you finished your homework? Do it after you finish your homework! When I heard these questions, I was upset, all my plans were in a mess, and I was very upset when I was doing my homework. How I wish my parents would stop urging me to finish according to my own plan. In fact, I know they are good for me, but I don't want to grow up with their parents' nagging like most children.
Life is wonderful because of competition-I always comfort myself with this sentence. Nevertheless, there are still many problems that I can't get rid of: as a student, I can't let my grades be too bad; As a daughter, I told myself not to let my parents down ... Day after day, year after year, my troubles gradually increased.
Therefore, troubles still follow me like shadows. The only way to solve this problem is to study, study and study again. When we grow up, our troubles will follow. But we can resist the "attack" of all troubles and learn to grow up healthily in troubles!
On the day of the eighth composition of the first day of junior high school, it was Women's Day on March 8th. After school, I rushed into the supermarket near the school like a tiger, trying to choose a particularly good gift for my mother. But as soon as I took the money out of my pocket, my heart was half cold-I only had three yuan! I have to bring a beautiful wishing bottle.
When I got home, I solemnly gave my mother the wishing bottle and asked her to write her wish on the wishing paper in the bottle and say it out loud in this year's New Year bell.
After my mother wrote her wish, I came with a wishing bottle. After I put the wishing paper in the bottle, I took it out when my mother wasn't looking. I opened the paper and read a few lines. Tears blurred my vision. The letter wrote: 1, let my baby and mother be happy forever! 2. I hope the baby will study hard and make progress every day. I hope I can earn a lot of money and let my family live a better life.
My heart is warm.
I am thinking: how selfless my mother's wishes are! She will do anything for us. But I didn't give anything to my mother.
My mother will teach me a lesson when I make a mistake; My mother comforted me when I was sad; My mother encouraged me when I worked hard; I am tired, and my mother cares about me; When I am serious, my mother tolerates me; My mother helped me when I needed it … and what did my mother get from doing these things? Just a "thank you". I comforted my mother when she was sad. I encouraged my mother when she worked hard. My mother is tired, so I care. But when my mother was a little more serious, I tried my best to refute her, and when my mother needed it, there was nothing I could do; I am impatient when my mother is unhappy; When my mother asked me to help her, I made an excuse and refused ... Now, I understand that my mother and I are both members of the family, and we should help each other, tolerate each other and understand each other.
In my growing journey, my mother always helped me to do things, satisfied my wishes and accompanied me to grow up. Let my heart be warm forever.
Life is like a game, you can't gamble, you can only fight. I grew up the same way. I walk into the "cage" of study with a heavy schoolbag on my back every day. I only have study in my mind, and I have forgotten the rest for a long time.
In the morning, as soon as it was gray, I had already started a new day, and the greetings between my classmates turned into a sentence that was on my lips, "How was the exam today?"
You know, I hate exams again and again, because if I fail, I will face my parents. If I do well, I will be compared again.
When I get home at night, I have to repeat a lot of "imperial edicts" from my teacher. In this way, day after day, year after year, there is no such happiness as childhood.
Today, I put on a new face for myself-a smiling face. In order to meet the beautiful study life, I once again stepped into the study journey.
In the morning, the greeting from classmates is still "Hey, it's time for the exam".
I calmed down and recalled my mother's encouragement last night.
The teacher came in to distribute the test papers. I sighed deeply and began to answer questions.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... Time goes by until the bell rings and the papers are taken away. Looking at the draft book and listening to Xueba's deskmate's answer, I felt cold: I have to be criticized again today, and my heart has been uneasy.
I expect to get higher scores. This mood lasted until the afternoon.
In the first class in the afternoon, the teacher asked the class representative to hand out the papers. Sure enough, my efforts were not in vain-my grades were so high that I lost them. Looking at other people's achievements, I am a little gratified, but looking at the 23 students in front of me, I am a little disappointed.
This is more than enough, forget it, I'd better keep working hard.
From this, we can know that achievement is our lifeline. Only by learning well can I not be hurt in my heart and be worthy of myself running around in my study every day.
May our tomorrow be even better!
About the growth of the first composition 10 Many times, I am thinking about what is growth? After thinking for a long time, there is still no answer. Slowly, I grew taller and fatter. Suddenly, I understood that I was "taking risks" on the road of growing up.
Growth should be a net of life, happiness and troubles. Some people, they hope that in their own world, there will never be trouble; They want their world to be full of happiness forever. However, they forget that it is worry that makes life colorful. When the creator built this world, he left behind extremely relative things: red and black, right and wrong, light and darkness ... It is precisely because of these extremely relative things that our life is meaningful.
As mentioned above, it is worry that makes our growth path colorful and life will not be monotonous. Therefore, troubles are also good friends and teachers. It is worry that teaches us what is tolerance and what is strength. What is understanding? It's like a cup of tea, the more you drink, the better it tastes.
Never worry, never be depressed, you never know what growth is and what life is. Only happy growth is an incomplete life growth.
And happiness and trouble are not contradictory. They are two inseparable souls, shining on each other. Just like a pair of twins, there is happiness, there is trouble; Where there is trouble, there is happiness. Our road to growth is like a boat sailing alone on the sea. Happiness and trouble are like two winds that raise sails. Let the boat named Growth reach the other shore safely in the stormy waves. Yes, only when happiness and troubles coexist can there be growth without regrets.
Growth is a slow-moving stream. Quietly, we grew up. Learn to be strong and learn to be calm.
When I was a child, I always felt that it was disgraceful to pack after dinner in a restaurant, but once, my mother's attitude changed my understanding of packing.
Once, I went to dinner with my mother and some aunts. After eating, my mother asked the waiter to pack. I glanced at the leftovers on the table and felt that my mother's behavior was shameful. I was impatient and said, "mom, don't pretend." What a pity. " But my mother ignored me, and I suddenly felt so embarrassed. My face was flushed and my head was on pins and needles. I hope this party will be over soon. Until I finished packing, my mother saw that I was still depressed there and said to me, "Didn't your teacher teach you to develop the good habit of thrift?" Isn't your ancient poem "Compassion for Peasants" easy to recite? Is this just superficial? "Seeing my mother talking more and more, I was ashamed, and immediately told my mother to keep her voice down. I looked at others out of the corner of my eye, and they all looked at me as if watching me make a fool of myself.
On the way home, I didn't say a word to my mother, but I was still angry with her. After returning home, my mother said to me earnestly, "son, do you know?" It is not easy for farmers' uncles to farm. The ancient poem "Compassion for Farmers" you learned before is very hard. There are also reports in newspapers and news that people in many parts of the world are starving, and even many children starve to death because of lack of food ... "My face turned white and red, and I got up the courage to say," I will definitely eat all my mother's bags tomorrow. "
Since then, I have never wasted any food. I will persuade others to waste, which has become an unforgettable thing on my growing up.