In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my collection of 10 500-word stories and essays about growth. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

500-word collection of growth stories 10 1 It seems a little early to say "there is a girl growing up in the Liu family", but I am growing up. So our family is "the Liu family has a daughter who grew up."

My growth doesn't seem so obvious. Everyone else's figure is in the stage of "the grass grows and the warbler flies in February", but mine is stagnant.

The wardrobe was changed a few days ago, and the clothes were turned out two years ago. I measured it casually, but it's not much shorter. Doesn't that mean I'm running out of time these two years?

Seeing that everyone else is soaring, I am still so short. I really doubt whether my growth hormone is less than others'.

Walking hand in hand with my mother one day, I suddenly found that my shoulders were catching up with her.

This just summed up a truth-it turns out that my body has been growing quietly! Unconsciously, I also grew a piece. I dare not say that my growth is very strong, but at least I can prove that I am growing.

Just, if I keep growing taller in this "gentle" way, when can I grow taller?

He grows slowly, but the acne on his face is very threatening.

A year ago, I was still laughing at my friend who was one year older than me as a "acne girl". One morning a year later, I suddenly found a big red pimple on my mouth. As a result, I also became a "war pox family", and I could only look at the clean skin of others and sigh.

In fact, growth is not intentional. Growth often inadvertently began its "crazy age"

Now go to school every day to learn knowledge, isn't it also preparing for growth?

It is not difficult to grow up. Take your time and let nature take its course. One day, people will grow up, acne will disappear and knowledge will accumulate. By then, a girl will really grow up in the Liu family.

The story of growing up is the story of a person's life. People's life is constantly growing and progressing. Why end the story of growing up prematurely?

The story composition about growth 500 words portfolio 10 2 budding birds fly to the clouds, holding back their tears before finding the rainbow, expecting more light.

Growing up, I never gave up. A spirit of competition has taken root in my heart. On the side of the road, the bicycle was speeding, which aroused my competitiveness again.

I came to my own river. The scenery there is very unique. Looking at the beautiful scenery, my heart is full of joy. Holding a pencil and watching the tip of the pen flow over and over again on the white paper, I suddenly had an idea that I was going to grow up. So, I made a big decision. I wrote four big characters on white paper: I want to draw.

I have been a boy who loves painting since I was a child. At school, the teacher praised me for being smart, but unfortunately I was not diligent enough. At home, my parents praised me for my eloquence, but unfortunately I was not sensible enough. Now, I've decided to give it a try, change the past and try to live my dream.

The bird flew over the clouds. Even if the blazing sun melts its wings, it will not be discouraged and still fly high into the sky. ...

Yes, I have seen the fiery sun again and again, and it can't melt the fiery heart of the bird.

I began to draw such a scene, thinking of warning myself, but the birth of the pen tip again and again ended in the abandonment of waste paper. My heart is shaking, I will never give up and never fail!

I hold back my inner pain, but my heart has been hit again and again. I can't give up. Past success tells me that the birth of a work has to go through many hardships.

Seeing this, my mother said to me, "You will always be my pride!" " "

I smile ...

The budding birds swept through the clouds, holding back their tears before finding the rainbow, and the clouds broke and faced the sun.

Even if the heart is burning, it will pass through the center of the sun. ...

Everything finally settled.

I finally understand: I was crying when I was born, the people who love me are laughing, I have been laughing, and the people who love me are crying. All the way, a cry and a smile. Two expressions of life, let me know in my childhood failure: "Love to see clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, calmly watch flowers bloom and fall, come and go."

When I was very young, I was a lovely and obedient boy, but I was afraid of the dark and didn't dare to sleep alone, so I needed someone to accompany me in the dark. I have made great progress with my age. But I'm still a little afraid of the dark. I must find a chance to exercise my courage.

Finally, the opportunity came. It was a Friday night, and my mother asked me to sell things in the shop below. I said, "I'm not going." My mother said, "Xiangxiang is a man. Can you do something for my mother?" I thought about it and promised my mother to go, because I wanted to be a man, not a coward who was afraid of the dark. However, I felt sorry as soon as I came. The lights outside were very dim. The trees there move around like ghosts, which is terrible. I don't want to go, I want to go home, but when I can go, I think to myself, I have come down and I have to help. I walked on. I heard a strange sound. I screamed loudly. Looking back, it turned out to be a kitten. Then I quickly ran to the store. ...

After I bought it, I went to a place where the lights were not on. I try to think of an interesting thing so that I won't be afraid. I remembered Doraemon. I laughed as I walked, and I went downstairs. I thought: I actually walked through this unlit path, and my heart was full of sweetness.

Now, I am not afraid of the dark, because I know that fear comes from the heart. If I want to conquer fear, I must conquer my heart.

Life is a leaf of white paper, and each of us paints his own color. Life is a glass of wine, and each of us tastes his own taste. Life is a slow road, and each of us is a long passer-by. Opening the door of memory, that incident made me unforgettable.

It happened when I was eight years old. On Sunday, after I finished my homework, my mother said, "Take me to my grandmother's house to play." I immediately got up and put on my clothes and went with my mother. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I saw my grandfather picking pumpkins in a small clearing in the yard. Pumpkin is chubby, and the pumpkin in Huang Chengcheng is like a big lantern. Unconsciously, the afterglow of the sunset dyed the window lattice of grandma's house red. I said to grandpa, "Grandpa, how do you grow pumpkins?" Grandpa replied, "As you sow, you reap." I especially like eating sugar. I think, as you sow, you reap. With a bold guess, I went to my grandmother's house to get sugar and tools for growing sugar, and planted sugar in the open space in the yard.

I opened the sugar bowl first, like a gentle white elf. I tasted it, and it was very sweet. I dug with a shovel first, reluctantly poured the sugar as white as snow into the pit, then buried it, and then watered and fertilized it with a kettle. Mom came out to take me home, and I thought, can this wish come true?

A few days later, my mother took me to my grandmother's house to play. I can't wait to see how sugar grows, but it doesn't germinate. I asked my grandfather why. Grandpa replied, "Only plants can plant, blossom and bear fruit." "I suddenly realized that only plants can grow.

This is one of the things I grew up in, which I will never forget. Childhood is like a happy river, it is just a wave inside.

Story composition about growing up 500 words collection 10 5 There are countless childhood events. They are like pearls on the beach. Now they want me to pick the most exquisite pearls and give them to everyone.

I still remember one time, I was alone at home. I am like a bird released from prison, spreading my wings freely at home. You can do whatever you want. I can steal a spoonful or two of my favorite applesauce or some sweet candy quietly. However, while we were enjoying special food, I suddenly remembered that my father bought many delicious foods yesterday, including French fries, sausages and carbonated drinks ... "Wow! Great! " I can't help crying proudly in my heart. I took out all the food, turned on the TV, jumped on the fabric sofa, took the food in one hand and the remote control in the other and tuned it to my favorite station. At this time, I seem to live a fairy-like daily life.

Soon, the waste piled up like a mountain. I turned my head and thought, I have made such a mess at home, and my mother will undoubtedly scold me when she comes back. What should I do? At first I was angry and anxious. A good idea suddenly occurred to me: I might as well throw it out of the window at once, so that my "direct evidence of illegal crime" would disappear. My thoughts are just beginning to tangle. A black angel and a daytime messenger jumped out. The dark angel helped me to take out the garbage, and the messenger of the day stopped me. That's it. They are fighting in my mind. In the end, the dark angel won. I took out the garbage on the ground and threw it out with all my strength. When I was triumphant, I didn't expect to hear a cry from the bottom of the building, "Ah!" I thought: Oh, I must have hit someone. What should I do? I was worried, but I'm sorry I didn't apologize. I regret it very much. I folded the paper into a paper plane, wrote my apologies on it and flew to the window.

When my mother came back, I told her the whole story. My mother touched my head and said to me kindly, "People are not afraid of making mistakes. If they make mistakes, they will be good children. Seeing the smile on my mother's face, I realized that when I suddenly grew up, because I knew I should be honest and correct my mistakes.

500-word portfolio of story composition about growth 10 6 Looking at the award in my hand, I felt a sour feeling in my heart. This award reflects my sweat and hard work. I can't help but think of the story behind the award.

That day, when the teacher announced the list of oral English competitions, my heart was like fifteen buckets-seven up and eight down! I am looking forward to having my own name, but I am afraid of the trouble of preparing for the game. Just when I was in a panic, the teacher signed up my name! I'm both excited and scared. I am very excited that I can gain a lot of experience and memories in the competition, but I am afraid that I can compete with others. I confused the two ideas and started the preparatory work. However, this preparation work is hard.

The first round is self-introduction. I wrote a Chinese character for my father to translate into English. I listened to my father read it several times, and then read it slowly. In an introduction, half of the sentences and new words are new to me, and it is quite difficult to learn. One thing I remember very clearly is to introduce my parents' occupation. I've never heard the word "engineer" in it, and it's confusing to read. I just watched it three times, but I forgot all about it as soon as I turned around. This really worries me. Maybe dad has a good idea, and it will be easier to remember by using words with the same pronunciation as English.

In order to introduce myself by heart, I study hard whenever I have time, at noon and even when my mother drives me to school. When you have finished reading, start reciting. In front of the mirror, you have to make an expression, go back with feelings, and finally come back just right.

The second and third rounds are mostly events I am good at, so I can practice a little.

On the day of the competition, I sat there uncharacteristically calmly and recited my self-introduction. It was my turn to play, and I recited my introduction very fluently. I went well in the second and third rounds, played my own level and got this hard-won certificate.

In the process of growing up, there have been successes and confusions. They are very important, and with them, growth is extremely precious!

A collection of 500 words about growing up 10 7 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and I will be ten years old in the blink of an eye. During the ten years I grew up, many vivid things happened. Some are happy, some are sad, some are unforgettable, and some are touching. What I can't forget most is learning guzheng, because learning guzheng has taught me a truth: as long as I persist, I will gain something.

I started learning guzheng at the age of six. I remember when I first started learning guzheng, I couldn't play or recognize the sound. Teacher Zhang taught me hand in hand, one by one, very carefully. After a few days, I can already play a few notes, but I practice those notes every day and feel bored.

After a few days, I can finally play all the notes, but at this time there is a bubble as big as a bean on my thumb, which hurts when I play the piano. I really want to wear my nails early, but teacher Zhang told me that I can't wear my nails at this time, and I have to practice my basic fingering before I can wear them. And told me that this bubble will burst, then the skin will dry, new meat will grow, and it will bubble again. Huh? I thought to myself: playing the guzheng is so painful that I would have stopped learning it if I had known it. I have the idea of giving up. When my mother knew it, she encouraged me: "You stick to it and see what miracles happen? I believe that' nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb'. "

I listened to my mother's words, and my confidence doubled. I think, come on, there will be a miracle, I will succeed! I insist on practicing piano every day for at least thirty minutes at a time. Many things happen. I overcame many difficulties and finally played a complete tune, and gradually fell in love with guzheng.

Now I have learned the eighth grade of Guzheng and participated in many Guzheng competitions. I won the third prize in Shaanxi Guzheng Competition last year. In this year's national guzheng competition, I won the gold medal in Shaanxi Division. When I received these awards, my face turned into a flower. This is the harvest of persistence!

On the road of growth in the future, I will certainly encounter many greater difficulties and frustrations, and I will definitely go forward. "There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village." When encountering difficulties, we must remember the word "persistence". As long as we persist, we will win!

A collection of 500 words about growing up 10 8 In my memory, there are many short stories that happened to me. These stories made me grow up gradually, and what impressed me the most was learning guzheng.

One summer morning, my mother took me past the Children's Palace. I saw many sisters playing guzheng in the square in beautiful Hanfu. The beautiful posture and beautiful guzheng melody of young ladies are deeply imprinted in my mind. My mother read my mind and signed me up for a guzheng training class. From then on, my school guzheng career began.

The next day, my mother took me to the guzheng class with excitement. Unexpectedly, playing the guzheng is not as simple as I thought. I am very strict about sitting posture, and my back aches after sitting for a while. Annoying fake nails is also a burden, and he has to recite music ... These are not the most annoying. The most unbearable thing is to go home from school every day to finish homework and practice the piano. There is no time to watch TV.

After several days of patient practice, I finally couldn't help it. I said angrily to my mother, "mom, I don't want to practice." Other children can still play at home, only I have to practice the piano ... "When I said this, I began to cry. My mother touched my head and smiled and said to me, "As the saying goes, one minute on stage and ten years off stage, all you see is the surface of the scenery of your sisters, and others eat it." One day you will also be on the stage. " After listening to my mother's words, I seem to have the motivation to persist again.

With the examination level of guzheng getting higher and higher, fingering becomes more and more difficult day by day. The time of practicing the piano is definitely more and more day by day, and the scores to be memorized are also more and more. Although I feel very tired, I firmly remember what my mother told me and stick to it.

Finally, one day, the teacher took us to Kunming to participate in the Cai Feng Competition. Dressed like a fairy, after I played this song, there was thunderous applause from the audience. I laughed and finally realized that my mother was right. I will stick to my choice.

My parents have always taken good care of me. As I get older, I think I should do something for my parents.

I remember once on a sunny Saturday. I think sometimes my mother will wash clothes by hand, because she is afraid that using the washing machine will make the clothes fade ... This day, it happened that my mother was washing clothes again, so I decided to help her wash them once, so I went over and said, "Mom, go and have a rest!" " I'll help you wash clothes. ""Well, my daughter has grown up! "Although my mother hesitated after listening to my words, she finally promised me. So I started washing. First, I took a basin, filled it with water, rolled up my sleeves and washed it. I always feel that something is missing. Sure enough, my mother reminded me: "Son, you forgot to put the washing powder!" " "After hearing this, I suddenly realized that I quickly grabbed the washing powder and prepared to pour it into the basin. Who knows my mother suddenly stopped me and said, "son, don't pour like this, it's easy to waste more." After my mother finished, she taught me how to pour the least amount of washing powder ... After pouring the washing powder, I began to rub my clothes with my hands. After wiping, I soaked the clothes in water for a while, then took them out and twisted them hard. In this way, I finally finished washing one by one, and I was so tired that I was sweating. Mother looked at it and said happily, "Good boy, it's great that the clothes are so clean!" " "I smiled shyly.

Through this, I found that I have grown up and am not tall, but I can help adults!

Story composition about growth 500 words collection 10 10 Growth is like a road, sometimes straight, sometimes curved; Growth is like a rain, and only by personal experience can you see the dazzling sunshine; Growth is like a dark passage, until the end, you can see the light!

I remember when I was six years old, my aunt bought me a bike. I am so happy to look at the brand-new and compact bike! I couldn't wait to learn, so my mother asked me to start teaching. Mother asked me to learn to push with both hands first, and then sit on the pedal to practice. These movements are simple to separate, but together they always make me feel at a loss and in a hurry! Either the hand didn't grasp the direction, or the foot forgot to pedal. I really want to give up. But when I saw my mother clutching the car seat behind me, I didn't let go for a moment, so I settled down to riding again. Slowly, I mastered some riding skills and tried to let my mother let go and ride away crooked! Just as I was happy, a man came over. I am so scared that I don't know how to use my hands. I just heard a bang and fell off my bike. I was in pain and fear, so I cried loudly. My mother quickly helped me up and said earnestly, "It's not easy to learn the same skill!" "After listening to my mother's words, I dried my tears and helped my car to continue my study.

When I got on my bike again, I fell down many times, covered in soil and injured many times. Finally, I rode steadily. Great, I jumped for joy! I feel that if you do something, you must not be afraid of hardship. Only by persisting can you win.

Recalling these little things when I was growing up, I felt a surge of sweetness in my heart. My growth path is still going on, and the growth story is still happening. I believe that I will become better and better through continuous growth and progress!