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How to name the composition of the growth story
An inch of time is an inch of gold. In a blink of an eye, I have unconsciously passed nearly 1 1 spring and autumn, and spent countless inches of time ... Many unforgettable things happened during my growth, just like seashells by the sea. Colorful and varied, but what makes me feel the most beautiful is the bud. That's what you did in ignorance. ...

My sister came to my house in the summer vacation of freshman year. Mom just bought a bunch of oranges. I took two big yellow oranges, one for me and one for my sister. I said, "How delicious is it?" My sister nodded and said, "It's delicious but not as delicious as you." We all laughed. But who knows, I accidentally ate the seeds in my stomach. Sister, watch and see. Pretending not to see it, she said solemnly, "Eat oranges instead of seeds. If you eat it, it will take root and sprout in your stomach and finally bear fruit. " I broke out in a cold sweat after listening to it. As long as I think about taking root in my stomach all afternoon ... I'm afraid. You will definitely want to tell your parents, but you are afraid that they will worry. My heart is restless and I can't stop beating.

At night, I finally fell asleep. But I had a strange dream. I had a bud on my head. My classmates stopped playing with me when they saw me. The teacher hates me and even my parents don't want me. I was lonely, no one noticed me ... I sat up and cried. My mother was awakened by me because of the noise. I rushed over and asked, "What's the matter?" Mom, I have a little bud on my head. You don't want me. Mother said, "silly child, you have a little bud there." I told my mother the truth in detail. Mother smiled and then said to me, "it takes air and soil to grow things ... is it?" ? Your sister is teasing you. You've been cheated! That's when I realized. Sister, wait for me, and I'll fool you next time.

How's it going? This is very interesting. In fact, my growth experience is like a photo recording my growth. Everything in the photo is reflected in my mind and I will never forget it. In fact, growing up is full of happiness, like a sweet toffee. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness; In fact, the experience of growing up is full of troubles, just like a cup of bitter coffee. Looking back on the bitterness left in our mouths, let's look back on the immaturity of childhood.

This is what I remember most clearly from my childhood. It is the most beautiful shell, the most dazzling star, the sweetest candy, the most beautiful photo and the sweetest coffee. Growing memory is the most beautiful part of life.