People's life will not be smooth sailing, there are always many bumps waiting for you. Life is like a journey, along the way, setbacks have honed us again and again, and it is a stumbling block to the soles of our feet that makes our growth footprint firmer and longer.
The road to growth is like surging waves, full of twists and turns, joy and helplessness. It is happiness that adds some bright colors to it, but it is difficulty that makes it no longer monotonous. With the spur of difficulties and setbacks, our life will be more exciting. Occasionally, I will look out the window, see the lawn withered and green outside the window, and see the clouds rolling in the sky. When I grow up, my mood will slowly return to peace. The past is lingering, some things are too dull to get, but some things are still vivid.
At that time, I was about to graduate, and I was particularly nervous about my studies. The junior high school exam is like a stone, which makes me breathless. I finally looked forward to a May Day holiday to "have a rest" and be crazy, but "joy begets sorrow". I fell ill shortly after the holiday and couldn't go to school for nearly two weeks. Hang three bottles of water every day and watch your homework while hanging by the water. I often fight to 1 1 at night and look at the old and new overlapping pinholes on my hands. My mother was ambivalent and anxious, so distressed that tears fell. There were so many classes that I was not admitted to the reporter's exam in Mei later, and my study and psychological pressure were really great. When the students get together to discuss what middle school to go to, I just keep silent, but secretly compete with myself. I said to myself: I am not the smartest, but I can be the hardest. A passage in the Chinese textbook encourages me very much: "There are always many bumpy roads in a person's life. As long as there is an unbreakable belief in difficulties, the light of hope will dispel the clouds of despair. " It is the difficulty that gives me motivation and urges me to catch up. In order to catch up with the way my classmates dumped me, I study harder in class and spend more time on my study than others every day. Many things happen. In the end, I not only achieved excellent results, but also got into the beautiful China that I yearned for wholeheartedly.
In the sixth grade, the head teacher ordered a book for each student, named "Footprints of Growth". Every time we get an excellent grade in the exam, finish a satisfactory homework and do a trivial good deed, the teacher will leave a small footprint on the winding path in the book. She hopes that when we are about to graduate, we will leave a beautiful childhood memory, and each step will go more steadily and further. .................................................................... reminds me of the footprints covered by the teacher and the approving eyes in her eyes when I got the top three good grades; I also remembered the time when I picked up the soda bottles kicked by my classmates on the campus lawn and threw them into the trash can, as well as the little footprints covered by the teacher and her mother's loving smile. ................................................................................................................................
Looking back at the footprints that disappeared in the distance, I thought a lot and seemed to understand a lot. From now on, let me make every step under my feet more stable, farther and more solid.
Our growth is like walking on the beach, and every step is witnessed by deep and shallow footprints. Some footprints will be covered by wind and sand, while others are so clear that they have never been buried by wind and sand. These growth footprints, bitter or sweet, sad or happy, make me unforgettable.
I like to walk on the ridge of the field in midsummer, and I like the cool feeling of the contact between the soles of my feet and the soil. The soil sticks tightly to my feet, so it is very practical.
On this day, my grandparents were transplanting rice in the field, and I was skipping around, chasing butterflies, catching grasshoppers and digging roots ... so happy!
At this time, I suddenly felt that transplanting rice seedlings was very interesting-I had a seedling in my hand, and the other hand took out some trees from the seedling and inserted them into the soil, helping to insert them from time to time. I also picked up a handful of seedlings from the ridge, which is really heavy. I can only draw a little from it. Although I have only a little in my hand, it is still difficult to hold it.
I strode across the field with seedlings in my hand. When I saw where I was free, I pressed one in the soil there. Soon all the seedlings in my hand were planted, and I proudly showed them off to my grandparents. "Grandpa" I stood in the ground and shouted at my grandfather who was bending over to work. Grandpa put down the seedlings in his hand and straightened up. He looked back at me and said, "What are you standing there for? Get up quickly. " His words are full of deep concern. "Look at the seedlings I planted!" Grandpa looked around and found that many seedlings had been trampled down, and some had floated on the water. He smiled and said to me, "You planted seedlings, but at the same time you stepped down and carried a few trees, but you didn't plant them stably and they all floated." I scratched my head and bowed my head in shame. The sun seems to be getting hotter and laughing at my uselessness.
At this time, grandpa's gentle words floated into my ears again. As he walked, he said to me, "It doesn't matter. If you are crooked, you can still stand upright. If you don't take root, you will die."
Yes! Grandpa said this sentence is deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be erased. This is my grandfather's footprint of loving me, from which I realized that if it is crooked, it can stand upright and bear fruit, and if it doesn't take root, it will wither and die.
The sixth grade footprint composition 3 grows like water and is the source of life; Growing like a flower is the beauty of life; Growing like fire is the passion of life; Growth is like a pine tree, which is the persistence of life ... growth is at that moment: life blooms and the heart lights shine.
In primary school, I learned to dance on weekends. At that time, I didn't think I was a good dancer, so I decided to study hard in the dance class and practice at home. Finally, I won the first prize in a dance competition. I grew up by studying hard and practicing hard!
In the fifth grade, I was honored to be selected as a participant in the computer competition. Not many of us took part in the competition, only a few top students in our class. We should not only be familiar with everything about computers, but also type quickly. The game is coming, and I can't type very fast. I practice in my spare time, and returning home is no exception. Don't give up until your fingers are numb and your stomach is growling. My mother said I was a computer nerd, and my father said I didn't care about studying, but I didn't listen at all. After the game, I won the first place in the whole central school. I'm surprised and happy. In never giving up, I grew up again!
I am in the sixth grade, and I am already a graduating class. In the next semester, I will almost take the junior high school exam. At that time, my tender shoulders were overwhelmed by homework. It happened that the math teacher chose several students who were good at math to participate in the Olympic Games, and the teacher also chose me. We used our spare time to answer the exercises carefully. After more than a month's hard work, I successfully passed the preliminary round. There is a final waiting for me. In class, I was training those interesting Olympic math problems. The final exam is finally over, and my heart can finally be put down. Study hard and get into a good junior high school. I have grown up in my unremitting efforts!
I have been growing, and I can't forget every stage of my growth. The road to success is rugged and full of thorns, but the joy of success is always waiting for me. I will continue to work hard and persevere to climb another peak of my life.
Today, the teacher assigned an assignment: looking for footprints in winter. I thought to myself: Isn't this winter just a word "cold"? This quilt is spread on the bed. Isn't it winter when you put on a cotton-padded jacket? The teacher seemed to see through our minds and smiled: "Use your eyes to find a different winter ..."
As soon as I got home at night, I complained to my father. My father said cheerfully, "Tomorrow my father will take you to find the footprints in winter." At about 9 o'clock the next day, my father set off with me on a bicycle. I felt the cold wind cut my face like a knife all the way, and my cotton-padded clothes couldn't help shrinking. "Where can I find this?" I have been complaining. Dad just smiled and drove his car. We went on like this for a long time, but we got nothing. At this time, there was a "snow scene" on the roadside that attracted me. "Dad, stop the car." I patted my father on the back. "What's that? Is it snowing? " I took a closer look and realized that it was not snow, but a flower. Are there any flowers in winter? My face is full of doubts. "This is plum blossom, which is the most hardy." Dad explained. So this is plum blossom. I have heard a lot about her, but I have never witnessed her beauty with my own eyes. Today, it is really extraordinary! I walked around the plum blossom, and its inherent fragrance permeated my whole body, and everything around me enjoyed the happiness brought by the plum blossom. The sun shines on the plum blossom, making it look particularly gorgeous. "Dad, there are bees …" The little guy is working hard on a plum blossom. "Is this the footprint of winter? ! "Dad nodded at me.
We move on with joy. "What's that? What is wrapped so tightly? " "That's a banana!" "Why are bananas wrapped so tightly?" "I am afraid of freezing, and I can't eat if I am frozen." I repeated my father's words, and suddenly my eyes lit up. I asked, "Does it have to be like this in all seasons except winter?" After getting a positive answer from my father, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I found another winter footprint.
Travel-stained looking for a morning, we have been unable to stand the cold attack, obediently surrendered to it. As soon as I got home, grandma kept nagging, "Where have you been in such a cold day?" Grandma said, handing me the thermos bottle that she often holds. "Look at your freezing, alas, your ears are frostbitten!" "No wonder I often feel itchy in my ears!" I touched my ear with my hand. "Oh, isn't this also the footprint of winter? Boy, they all ran to the lion's den. "
I didn't expect this search to have such a big gain! This trip not only let me find the footprints of winter, but also let me realize that "life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty."
Comments: Life is full of articles. Only by letting children enter life can we have a deeper understanding.
The fifth chapter of the sixth grade footprint composition is beautiful in spring, with colorful everywhere, flying birds and swallows, very beautiful! No, I found the footsteps of spring again.
Listen, swallows are chirping in the trees. They are busy building their nests in Tanobe with mud. What a beautiful scenery! Even the river is singing cheerful songs. Small fish in the river are playing freely, playing rough and unhappy. A warm spring breeze blew and the leaves danced.
Suddenly, thunder broke out in the sky and light rain rustled underground. They sang waltzes all the way from the air and traveled all over the world. Falling into the river, the river reveals thousands of dimples; Falling in Tanobe, people's laughter came; In the hands of the children, everyone shouted and jumped happily-
You see, the peach blossoms are blooming, and the pink patches are particularly beautiful. A gust of wind blows its fragrance to every corner, and sometimes the petals fall into the river, sending a message of spring to the children in the north-
Gee, at school, I found the footprints of spring again. The students are reading and playing with the spring breeze. Listen, the sound of the book is very loud, so neat; Laughing and laughing, the kite rises slowly in the spring breeze. Students run and jump, combining all this with spring!
The farmer's uncle is busy transplanting rice in the field, and his face is filled with a happy smile; Frogs play spring symphonies at night; There are many beautiful flowers blooming quietly in the bright sunshine. In the evening, the moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver fog, and I vaguely saw several bright stars flashing-
Spring is a touching picture; Spring is a beautiful song; Spring is a beautiful poem. In Ruyan Liu, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. This is the true meaning of spring!
On the road of life, there are many things that can make people understand the truth, and it is precisely because of these little things that people slowly move towards success.
It was a hot afternoon. I made an appointment with Du to visit Wuyi Square, but due to special reasons, I arrived more than half an hour late. As I hurried on, I thought: it's so hot, Du should be impatient to wait! Even if you are not bored, you won't believe me in the future!
When I arrived at Wuyi Square, there was no one there because it was too hot. I suddenly feel cheated: you are Adu Yi Xuan, and I came to Wuyi Square all the way, but you are so insincere that you don't even look at it.
So I ran to Du's house and happened to meet his mother. Before I could ask, she said first, "Where's Du?" Isn't he waiting for you?
Only then did I know that I had wronged Du and returned to Wuyi Square. It was near evening and the square was sparsely populated. I recognized Du Yi Xuan sitting on a stone bench at a glance, holding a "bitter coffee" ice cream. When he saw me, there was some surprise in his confused eyes. He said hoarsely, "Your ice cream." Drinking thick and hot ice cream water, the bitterness of coffee welled up in my heart.
After this incident, I seem to have grown up and know better that I can't just take it out on others and blame them. Maybe you are wrong.
Article 7 of the sixth grade footprint composition "Good years must be remembered, it is orange." I don't know when autumn has bid farewell to the troubles of summer and arrived. I followed its footsteps, looking for its footprints.
Look! This is the footprint of autumn! Looking up on the vast grassland, the holy sky is as blue as freshly washed blue satin. Long white clouds drift slowly, showing elegance and profundity in this pure and quiet blue sky. This is really crisp in autumn!
Looking down, a white stream is flowing slowly. A gust of wind blew, and its sound across the water was really nice. Followed by a golden leaf. And the delicate texture of the fallen leaves makes me feel the footprints of autumn. At the moment it fell to the water, there were slight ripples on the calm water. I can't help but sigh: autumn is coming again. Ha, it's really crucial!
Look! This is the footprint of autumn! In the beautiful field, looking around, it is a golden picture. Another autumn wind swept through, and the golden rice fields rippled round and round, just like the rough waves on the sea, very spectacular! When you walk in, you will smell a strange fragrance, which is very refreshing! Oh! I found Qiu's footprint again! I can't help feeling smug.
"The southern sky and autumn colors are very imposing." Yes! In autumn, we can't forget the heavy coolness, which is the footprint of autumn!
Growing up is like walking on the beach. Every step forward will leave a footprint. There are troubles and happiness in the years of growth; The taste of growing up is bitter and sweet.
I still remember every growing footprint.
One year old!
Innocent and young, I pushed a walker and walked around all day. There are many toys! That's interesting. For me who was ignorant at that time, everything felt fresh. I feel here and look there, especially putting a raw pea in my mouth. ...
Three years old!
I started reading and making friends. Kindergarten has thus become a paradise in my life. I started reciting poems, singing and dancing.
There, I learned what is the joy of harvest, especially this painting won the Excellence Award. ...
Six years old!
I became a primary school student, and the task of learning came into my life. This is not an ordinary day for primary schools. I learned to stand on my own feet, concentrate on finishing my homework independently every day, help adults, and learn to ride a bike. ...
Twelve weeks!
That is, junior high school life, which makes me a little adult. Of course, the study task is very heavy. I study almost every day. I know nothing about family affairs. Therefore, this is a good opportunity to arrange your own schedule. Because of independent thinking, I gradually became emotionally sensitive. I learned to honor my parents, care for my teachers and classmates, and even enrich my self-knowledge. Perhaps, I really grew up, reflected in the pursuit of ideals. ...
Finally, today, at this time, I recall the past and look at the footprints I have traveled. Somehow, I am a little excited and happy. But the lost history will not repeat itself, so-look to the future and make every footprint solid!
I am still moving forward step by step, and there may be more experiences waiting for me in the future. There are more and more footprints. Looking back suddenly, history will be very kind and kind. ...