Growth composition 1 The taste of growth is in every moment of life. Growth is a process of life experience, and only those who have experienced it personally can understand the ups and downs.
Acid comes from my carelessness and my mother's strictness. And happiness comes from the fruits of hard work.
vinegar
Sour, for me, is a good start. I am careless and often forget things. Once, I left my Chinese book at home and ran around like an ant on hot bricks. In the morning class, the teacher found out The teacher severely criticized me and my classmates looked at me. Salty tears fell down, making me want to find a low seam to drill down. The vinegar in the seasoning bottle suddenly overflowed my mind. Sour, but let me get rid of the bad habit of carelessness.
pepper
Spicy, really spicy! My mother is strict with me. Originally, I had enough homework, and I finished it very late every day, but my mother asked me to practice the violin, so I had to drag my tired body from the simplest twinkling stars to the world famous songs. The hard work in the middle can't be explained in words, spicy!
sweet food
"Sweet Honey" Happy Sang Song! It is said that happiness and trouble are twin sisters, and happiness is based on trouble. Once, after a semester of hard work, I finally got good grades in the final exam. I went home happily and told my mother my grades. My mother gave me a thumbs-up and smiled like a peach blossom, praising me for being great. My heart is as sweet as honey ...
I will remember the growing pains, and I will cherish the growing happiness. Trouble and happiness will always be with me.
The taste of growing up Composition 2 Sunset rolls up sand and rolls up my thoughts. ...
Grandma's old house has been demolished, leaving only a big piece of broken bricks and loose sand. The locust tree in the yard also fell down.
When I was a child, every year when Sophora japonica was in full bloom, I would always happily gather around the coffee table with my friends and compete to eat Sophora japonica cake. The air is filled with the quiet and sweet fragrance of Sophora japonica.
I still remember one time I buried a cherry pit in a crack in the brick, hoping it would grow up happily. ...
At the age of four or five. When I looked up, I saw my grandmother looking at me kindly. I jumped up and suddenly wanted to be taller than my grandmother, but I was only as tall as the shortest button on her dress. "Grandma, how can I be as tall as a small tree?" "You have to eat more! Even more! "
Oh, I want to eat more, I want to dance more! I took grandma's hand and jumped up happily. Jumping higher and higher, first I saw the button in the middle of grandma's clothes, then I saw grandma's shoulders, and finally I saw grandma's head.
"The girl can grow up!" Grandma looked at my face and was very happy. Stretching wrinkles happily, laughing and bending eyebrows. ...
I went out to buy food with my mother when I was in primary school. I grabbed the big wax gourd with my mother's arm and panted upstairs. "Take a break, son!" Don't be exhausted! "Mother shouted at the back. I grit my teeth and went to the sixth floor. Opening the door, my father had a surprised expression on his face. When I turned around, my mother's face was full of happiness and pride. My heart is as sweet as a peach ...
As I grew up, I suddenly felt a sour and bitter taste. Is this growth?
"Yes," my mother told me. This is growth. Only by working hard in the heyday of youth can we reap a joy.
"Yes," my father told me. This is growth. Without the barrier of rocks, where can there be spray splashing?
So this is the taste of growing up, bitter with sweet, full of flavor.
The taste of growing composition 3 in the process of our growth, we will taste all kinds of flavors. There are sour ones, sweet ones and naturally spicy ones.
When I was a child, my parents loved me very much and would satisfy me if I didn't say anything. They know my every thought and often give me unexpected surprises. At that time, I was so happy At school, I am also excellent, I study hard and my grades are among the best in my class. Little red flowers and awards are my pride. After the holiday, my relatives and friends praised me. I am immersed in praise and very happy. The taste of growing up is sweet like a lollipop. ...
As I grew up, my parents paid less attention to me. Once, my sister and I had an argument, and my sister cried, and my mother scolded me and cried. In the past, whenever I cried, I would do what my mother said, but that time I only cared about comforting my sister and didn't say a good word to me. "I am her own, and I can't compare with my sister." I thought with grievance. The taste of growing up, like lemon, is sour and sour until it reaches the heart. ...
Now, I 12 years old and have grown up. This is a happy thing. However, I found that my temper has gone bad. I used to be like a gentle lamb, and I had to rely on others for everything. Now when my parents criticize me, I talk back. When my classmates bother me, I reply to them. My parents asked me to do something, and I was reluctant. Only when they are fierce, do I "carry it out" slowly. Now I, sometimes like a grumpy lion, have a different attitude. I often ask myself, "Have you really grown up?" But I still can't change my bad habit. Growing up tastes a little spicy. ...
The taste of growing up is varied, and life is like a five-flavor bottle. I think: there will be more flavors waiting for me in the future!
Growing up composition 4 Childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, in which there are our fantasies and longings. My childhood was a seasoning bottle filled with sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.
ferment
The taste of childhood is sour, like drinking vinegar. Mom and dad went out to work. I was so hungry that I cooked a bowl of noodles at home. When I was ready to put the seasoning, I couldn't tell what the seasoning was, so I just took a bottle and put it in. As a result, when I ate it, it was too sour. It turns out that I put too much vinegar in it.
sweet food
The taste of childhood is sweet. As sweet as drinking a glass of honey water. Once, I got 100 in math. I went home happily and handed the test paper to my mother. When my mother saw it, she quickly praised me for being smart. Then my mother took me to the mall and told me to buy whatever I wanted. It's sweet to get the gift I want.
difficult
Childhood tastes bitter, just like eating bitter gourd. My cousin came to my house to play, and I took out all my toys. He took a fancy to a pink car, so he threw my car to the ground and broke it for me. When my mother found out, she asked, "Who did this?" The younger brother quickly said, "It's not me, it's my sister!" " "Mom gave me a good scolding. I really can't tell you how bitter it is!
fragrant
Once I got 89 points in English test, because I often talked with my deskmate in English class during this time. The teacher said to me mercilessly, "You can't get such a low score if you don't talk in class!" " "The teacher also gave me a good scolding, and my face burned.
This is my colorful childhood, childhood is my happiest time, and I love my happy childhood.
The taste of life is like a five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of ups and downs.
That summer vacation, my calligraphy was not good enough. My father asked me to take a calligraphy class reluctantly, but I went anyway. In class, I basically didn't listen to the teacher, only heard the last sentence of the teacher: "Next, please write according to the method I just taught." I was in a hurry, so I wrote it casually twice. I did not expect the teacher to accept it. I had to bite the bullet and wait for the storm to come. Sure enough, the teacher said; "Please' appreciate' what this classmate wrote. There is no pen here. " The students laughed and wondered who wrote it. I dare not look the teacher in the eye. I glanced at it, but the teacher's stern eyes still made me feel very excited. Being criticized by the teacher really doesn't taste good in my heart. It's sour.
I didn't say a word when I got home. I watched TV until after ten o'clock after supper. My mother asked me. "No homework tonight?" I said grumpily, "No."Although I had a hard time with my teacher, I still didn't dare to stop writing. I didn't start writing until my parents fell asleep. At that time, the teacher also said that today this classmate wrote twice as much homework as others. I have to write with resentment. Although I was sleepy, I finished it in a daze.
I got up the next morning and was very surprised to see my handwriting last night. Is this my handwriting? I like ghost paintings, so I can't help it. It doesn't feel good to be criticized by the teacher. You should rewrite it. It's really difficult to practice calligraphy!
When I got to school, the teacher read my homework and said nothing. The big stone in my heart fell to the ground. However, the teacher actually put my homework on the projector! I was nervous again in an instant, but my worry was unnecessary. The teacher praised me, and my heart was as sweet as honey.
Learning calligraphy gave me a taste of growing up. There is sweetness behind the bitterness!
The smell of Grow-up Composition 6 also reminds me of the pink peach garden all over the sky, with pink petals flying in the air with the wind. I was only 6 years old at that time, and I spent my childhood with my grandmother. What impressed me most about my grandmother was in that Taoyuan. The pink peach garden is full of peach trees, and the ground is covered with green lawns, which is an ocean of flowers.
One day, my grandmother took me to this Peach Blossom Garden to play. I like flowers and trees here, and I like birds nesting in trees. Grandma took my hand and stopped in front of a peach tree. Her pale hand picked a peach blossom and pinned it to my braid. She held the next branch for me to hold in her hand and said; "Rou Er, give grandma a dance. Say that finish, grandma carefully sat down under the peach tree. I nodded happily. I think graceful dancing will make grandma feel pleasing to the eye. I shook my pink skirt and danced briskly under the touch of the wind. In this carefree childhood, I lived happily.
I didn't grow up in Taoyuan, nor did I grow up in my grandmother's house. My grandmother died when the peach blossoms withered that year, but the day before her death, she said to me; Rou Er, give grandma one more dance, and grandma will take it away. But grandma took everything away early. Suddenly, bitterness invaded my heart.
On the road of my growth, it was enough for us to experience the ups and downs, but it was beautiful and unforgettable when I grew up. Like a pink peach blossom garden, it blooms in my mind in an instant.
In my memory of growing up, there are happiness, pain and joy. They are like three different flavors, sour, sweet and bitter.
ferment
When I first reported to the kindergarten, I clung to my mother's clothes and hid behind her, afraid to contact others. The classroom is very lively, some are playing games, some are playing with toys, and some are playing with puzzles. I'm the only one hiding behind my mother, even asking her to sit next to me in class ... Finally, I don't need my mother around, so I can take classes by myself, play bravely with my classmates, and learn to grow up independently. Now I feel sad when I think about it.
sweet food
Unconsciously, I went to the first grade. That was my first exam. When I saw the test paper, my heart was torn apart. The teacher handed out the test papers, alas! I did all the papers, and I was so happy that I could dance without the teacher. The paper was handed out, and sure enough, looking at my score, I jumped with joy. I took it home to show it to my mother. My mother is also very happy, praising my progress! That is sweeter than eating honey.
difficult
I believe no one wants to live in the first grade of primary school. I am in grade five now, and I have learned to be independent. At school, I always do my own laundry. However, at home, my mother helped me wash it; At home, I fell down, and my mother not only helped me get up, but also helped me touch my legs with distress. But now at school, whenever and wherever I fall, I will try to stand up and pat my injured leg. Those hardships are stepping stones to my growth.
Everyone has to go through these difficulties and tempering in the process of growing up. If not, they will definitely not grow up. It is these different tastes that make my growth path no longer monotonous.
Do you know what it feels like to grow up? I know, it's sweet and sour.
It is sour when it grows. In a roller skating competition, my sister and I stood on the same starting line. After hearing the gunshots, I quickly rushed to the first place. After half a lap, it was not far from the finish line. However, I accidentally fell down, and my mother only cared about my sister. My sister finally passed me and got the first place. I stood up and slipped to the third place. I learned to be independent and strong in this matter.
Growth is sweet. On my birthday, my happiest thing is that my family eats cakes and plays together, which is a kind of happiness.
Growth is bitter. In the summer youth summer training camp, I squatted in the sun and was punished by the coach because the quilt was not tidied up. I've been squatting for about an hour, and I'm already sweating. Finally, the coach couldn't stand it anymore and called me back. I got a bitter taste from it.
Growth is spicy, and it really makes people burst into tears! On Saturday, I told my father that I was going to the amusement park, but my father broke his word and didn't take me. I was so sad that I could only lie in the quilt and cry loudly.
In the process of growing up, we will always have these miscellaneous things, but it is precisely because of this that we will grow up!
The taste of growing up composition 9 temporarily ended the study life and started the summer vacation life. During this holiday, I read a very attractive book, the title of which is The Taste of Growing up.
The Taste of Growing up is a combination of many short stories, which is the author's attachment and memory to the past, his own growth process and his own mental journey and experience.
Each of us will experience some ups and downs, joys and sorrows when growing up.
The process of growing up is very long. On this road, there are many temptations testing everyone; Welcome everyone. There are also many difficulties.
However, the road to growth is also beautiful. Whether it is ups and downs, or joys and sorrows, it will make us experience in the prosperous period and make us more sensible and mature.
When reading this book, the truth contained in an article in the story gave me great enlightenment. The title of the article is "The Gift of Understanding". This article tells me that we should treat and influence everyone and everything around us with kindness in our life.
Reading "The Taste of Growth" has given me a lot of views on "growth". Because we are growing up, we should read more books, just like "making reading a habit"!
Growing up composition 10 the taste of childhood! It's a dream in reality, it's the truth in the dream, and it's a tearful smile when I recall my childhood. Childhood is full of flavor, my childhood is a collection of ups and downs, like a seasoning bottle.
ferment
Once, I didn't take a nap at noon. In the afternoon, I was listless in the first class and fell asleep in the first class. As a result, he was criticized by the Chinese teacher and was punished for standing for three classes. After school, my legs are still sore.
sweet food
Once I was alone at home and my mother went out, so I was asked to be part of Unit 4 of the Chinese exercise book. As soon as my mother went out, I couldn't wait to turn on the TV and watch the programs I wanted to watch. After watching a movie, I suddenly found that it was already one or two in the afternoon, so I quickly turned off the TV, took out the Chinese answer and began to copy it into my exercise book. My mother came back and praised me when she saw that I had done a lot and had a high correct rate. At dinner, I cooked a lot of my favorite food. Although I cheated my mother by copying my exercise book, I felt a little guilty, but my mother praised me and made me as sweet as honey until it was sweet to my heart. I also secretly made up my mind that I must finish it myself next time and let my mother praise me.
difficult
There was a final exam, and I did little. My mother came home and asked me kindly, "Good boy, how did you do in the exam?" I was depressed and said, "Not good." Mother was very unhappy, so she took a thick and long wooden stick from outside and beat me badly. My heart is bitter and astringent.
Childhood can be like a song, it can be described, it can be ups and downs, but what remains unchanged is the taste of childhood, and it will always be happy. Whether it is setbacks in growth or beatings in scars, it will eventually find its own name, but it is actually happy.
Growth is a sailboat, carrying you to the depths of the turbulent sea; Grow up to be an amiable teacher, guide your study and lead you to the bright road. In the process of growing up, there are joys and sorrows; In the process of growing up, we will also feel the meaning of life.
I remember when I was a child, I came home from school, threw my schoolbag on the sofa, turned on the TV and watched all kinds of cartoons, which made me laugh. At that time, I felt that I was growing up happily.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, I have become an upright primary school student, and I am proud of it.
In the first grade, my Chinese was not good and I always made mistakes, but my teachers and classmates encouraged me not to make any more mistakes. This is my feeling: growth is the power to encourage and pay.
In the second grade, I felt a little stressed, and what I learned was more difficult. One day in the exam, I didn't know many questions, so I rang the doorbell and had to hand in my papers. I only got 70 points when I sent it. At that time, I felt great pressure to grow up.
By the third day, our study is heavier. This is my feeling: growth is sour.
Now, we have a new math teacher: Mr. Dong. He is very strict, which makes us under great pressure. My feeling at that time: growth is bitter.
The feeling of growing up is bittersweet and so on. If it is not sweet, it depends on your efforts!
The Taste of Growth Composition 12 Someone said, "The taste of growth is bitter!" Someone said, "The taste is sweet!" Open my growth manual. It turns out that there are pains and joys in growing up. ...
A small place in heaven
When I was five years old, I was too timid to even take a small train. After my parents knew this problem, they decided to let me take a thrilling roller coaster in the park. I was scared. Under my mother's constant persuasion, I reluctantly agreed! I tightened my seat belt, grabbed the pole and trembled slightly. The car has left and I can't see the people around me clearly. Wow, it will be over after a while! Suddenly I want to play again. Not as scary as it looks, but it's really fun! That's when I realized, don't be afraid to do things. Since then, I seem to be a different person and bold. Therefore, I am very happy to dare to try!
Painful novel
Last year, my writing regressed. Every time I do my homework, it says, "Keep it clean and without fonts. Are you serious? " These words! Angry and helpless, especially unhappy. After that, I began to doodle. Do you think that's enough? When I can't, the teacher wants to talk to my parents. After listening, mom went home to "close the door and beat the dog". After that, I never dare to scribble again, secretly telling you that the taste of being "repaired" is really-miserable!
I don't know whether to cry or laugh.
In a cool weather, I played with my mother's mobile phone for more than half an hour. My mother was worried about my eyesight and said, "What a beautiful day! You should go out more! " "All right!" I thought about it, so I picked up my cell phone, sat outside and played again. Of course my mother was amused by me!
You must think it's funny, right? This is my personal experience since childhood!
Growth Composition 13 Time keeps flowing, and we have been growing. But what does it feel like to grow up? If you ask me, the real taste of growing up is moving and missing.
In the summer vacation of the year when I graduated from primary school, my mother sent me to a "cram school" that I had never been exposed to, where I learned new knowledge and took many "first steps" in my life.
In one Chinese class, the teacher took out a thick stack of beautifully printed stationery and distributed it to everyone. When we asked what to do, the teacher just smiled mysteriously and said nothing. Just as we were guessing what medicine was sold in the teacher's gourd, the teacher clapped his hands on the platform and solemnly said, "Today, each of our classmates will write a letter to their parents. Anything that they usually want to say to their parents but are embarrassed to say can be written here ..." Oh! Write to your parents? I have never written to them. But I had to obey the teacher's instructions, so I buried myself in writing with others.
The letter has been written, and there are only a few words on the huge stationery, or I just wrote it as soon as I thought of a sentence and handed it in. Because it was a small activity in the class, I didn't care too much. Unexpectedly, at the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher sent the letter to the parents accordingly! Then I read my mother's reply carefully. In the reply, I learned that my mother also carefully read the "letter" I wrote in my composition, and my mother also told me what she had said for many years. For an instant, I found my eyes moist and my heart was mixed. This is the first letter I received from my mother since I was a child.
Adults always say that when we grow up, we can do many things by ourselves. But physical growth does not prove that we have grown up, but more, psychological growth.
Growth composition 14 time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and growth is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which makes me taste different flavors all the way.
Life is sweet. Whenever I get 90% in the exam, my mother rewards me for going shopping, going home and finishing my homework, and my father plays mobile phone. It's sweet to pass the exam well.
Life is bitter. After that exam, I became proud. As a result, the test paper was issued, and I only got 8 1. I feel very uncomfortable. As a result, I was beaten by my mother when I went back. It's really painful
Life is sour. I was not beaten this time, but misunderstood by my mother, and I felt worse than last time. The thing is, students come home to play. As soon as they saw my computer, they scrambled to play. I shouted, "You can't play!" The classmate said, "Nothing, just play for a while." He left after the game. Mom got up and said, "You stole the computer." "No, Mom, one of my classmates came to play computer at home." But my mother doesn't believe me. I am really wronged this time, and my heart is sour.
Life is spicy. Once, a classmate in our class made me very angry and came to get my stationery without my permission. I was so angry that I kicked him in the stomach. As a result, we got into a fight, and now I still feel annoyed when I think about it.
It is these smells that accompany us to grow up and experience the different pleasures of life.
The taste of growth composition 15 in my growth, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, which makes the growth process full of happiness and leaves good memories.
ferment
Once, I rode a balance car to class. On the way, I was knocked down by the mirror of a battery car behind me. The owner of that car ran away without even saying "I'm sorry" I endured the pain and got up by myself. I shook my head helplessly. Look, who are these people?
sweet food
In every family, we are the apple of mom and dad's eye. In my childhood memory, my parents will affectionately call me "baby" and be obedient to me. I remember every time I got a little red flower or a little star in kindergarten, my mother would give me a chocolate. On my birthday, my father always prepared a big cake for me … at that time, I always thought my life was as colorful and sweet as a lollipop.
difficult
With the growth of age, the grades are getting higher and higher, the homework is getting more and more, and the exam questions are getting more and more difficult. I write my homework to 12 every day. In the past, I took the math test 100, but I haven't taken the test 100 since the fifth grade. However, what is waiting for me is the scolding of my parents. I am always silent, but at this time, who can understand how bitter my heart is?
fragrant
Since growing up is bitter, it is naturally spicy. Whenever we don't do well in the exam, then mom and dad will naturally beat us, and the burning smell makes me shudder to think of it.
Look! This is the "ups and downs" of my life, which makes my growth happier! Only after experiencing wind and rain can you see the rainbow. You have to taste all the ups and downs before you can feel the happiness of growing up!
On the afternoon of April 2nd, all the teaching staff of Changyuan No.1 Middle School Educa