The story of growing up 1 says that a person's life can be divided into five stages: five years of ignorance, five years of ignorance, ten years of pursuit, ten years of struggle, thirty years of busy career, and the rest is enjoyment. Today, I am fourteen years old. Injured, I wandered in the sea of books and walked in the mountains all day. How to tell your growth story in your leisure time? Yes, it coincides with the exam composition question! Now, let me complain about the stain in the depths of my soul! The flower season in my heart is thirteen osmanthus flowers in my back, and it is still thirteen osmanthus flowers in my back.
Thirteen years old, what a wonderful number! But in this "semi-adult" years, my family, which has been quiet as a tassel, seems to have been cursed by a witch. Bad news came to my ears one after another from all directions-my mother-in-law died of illness, and my grandmother fell into a fracture ... From that moment on, my world became dark. My mother-in-law and grandmother, the two people who love me the most! How can you have the heart to leave me alone and have fun in heaven? Why don't you care so much about your body? Grandma, don't you love Dangui the most? You said it smells like the faint scent of your daughter who works outside all the year round. You said you couldn't plant osmanthus with your daughter until the Spring Festival. You said that you would pick sweet-scented osmanthus with your grandmother next year, some of which would be dried to make tea, some of which would be made into sachets for me, and some of which would be sprinkled on my grandmother's room to sleep with her ... but these things have not come true, and you are so eager for the bliss of heaven.
How can you have the heart to let go of everything in this world? Grandma, why are you so careless about your health? I know you are not old, but you know what? What if you fall so hard that you can't sleep forever and I can't see you anymore? Are you going to abandon me like your mother-in-law When the sun sets, my heart is broken; Looking back, it is the end of the world ... At the age of thirteen, a graceful figure has been rewritten by the bad news that lingers in my ears, and the beauty of the flower season has been swallowed up by it, leaving only a stain in my mind ... The journey of the 14th National Congress has just begun, and the road to growth is still very long, but I firmly believe that after a piece of paper is dark, it will usher in the dawn of reappearance! After growing up, the sequel is being drawn. ...
The story of growing up Everyone is growing up. Today I will tell you the story of my growing up.
Many stories will happen when we grow up. When we grow up, childhood events will be remembered in become memories, and good memories will witness our childhood.
It takes a long time from babbling to growing up, and parents are the people who take care of us humbly in this process. The first cry touched the hearts of parents and proved the existence of a little life. The first time I walked, I staggered home holding my parents' hands. The first time we spoke, it catalyzed our parents' tears. We called out to our parents.
Life is like a play, of course, the protagonist of the play is himself. At home, we are parents' children. At school, we are teachers' students. But as children and students, we must play a good role. This is our task, and it is also a task that must be completed. A play has a leading role and a supporting role. Therefore, teachers and parents are all supporting roles. And we are supporting roles. Teachers and parents paved the way for us, depending on how we take this road. Of course, our own life is our own master.
When I was a child, I often spoiled in my father's arms and asked him to tell me such stories. I always feel that my father has endless stories. I was once scolded for not doing my homework, and the final result was to do my homework obediently, but my mother is my mother after all. She once sent me a cotton-padded jacket to school in the cold winter and took good care of me when I had a fever. When we grew up, we rebelled and often quarreled with our parents and broke their hearts, but I never hated them in my heart. After all, they are my parents who gave birth to me and raised me, and they are the people who accompany me.
In the evening, I imagined countless situations when I grow up, what I want to do when I grow up, where to work and so on. These imaginations are full of beautiful fantasies. They no longer want to find Prince Charming like Snow White when they were young, put on beautiful glass shoes like Cinderella and kill wolves like Little Red Riding Hood, but think about some more realistic problems. Of course, they don't need to think so far at present, just think about it occasionally.
There are many stories about growing up, and each story will be a beautiful memory of future life.
The story of growing up In the process of my growing up, "persistence is victory" is a wise saying that I believe most. It always reminds me that no matter what I do, I can't give up halfway. It is this sentence that has always inspired me. Now I'll talk about climbing the Great Wall.
I remember that it was a summer vacation, and our family traveled to Beijing, including a very important trip-climbing the Great Wall. We got up early that day and arrived at the Great Wall by van early. At this time, the foot of the Great Wall is already crowded with people. I looked at the endless Great Wall and couldn't help flinching. I quietly pulled my mother's sleeve and whispered, "Mom, there are so many people here, let's not climb!" " ""No, you can't give up anything easily! " Mother said firmly and persistently, "haven't you heard the saying' you are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall'?" "I don't think I can give up halfway. Sticking to the end is victory, not to mention I want to be a hero again! Just thinking about my home, this army began to advance to the highest peak of the Great Wall. At the thought of being a hero, I am full of infinite power, and walking ahead becomes the "boss" of my family. Stepping on the steep steps, I can't help admiring our ancestors, who created today's magnificent Great Wall with hard-working hands. I made up my mind to climb the Great Wall and not lose face to my ancestors. At this time, menstruation and grandma were so tired that they gasped and shouted, "I can't climb." They chose to give up. Although he shook his head helplessly, he climbed up unyieldingly. Some steps are very high, equivalent to the height of one and a half steps at ordinary times. I did my best. It's getting closer and closer to the summit, and only the last section is left. Although I am very tired, the summit is just around the corner. I gritted my teeth and struggled to get up. Finally, we reached the top of the mountain. The winding and long Great Wall appeared before my eyes like a dragon. I quickly took out my mobile phone and photographed this unforgettable beauty. Record the moment I arrived at the beacon tower. At this moment, I shouted in my heart: "I succeeded!" " "
By climbing the Great Wall, I have a deeper understanding of my "wisdom" of "persistence is victory". I feel like I've grown up. Whenever I encounter difficulties, this sentence will ring in my ear, remembering my persistence in climbing the Great Wall, inspiring me to never give up and stick to it to win. When I was growing up, climbing the Great Wall was an unforgettable thing.
The story of growing up, she and I walked home happily. At this time, the weather is particularly clear, the sun shines on me warmly, like her smile, and I am smiling.
We met in math class. She studies very well, so I forget it, but it still can't stop us from becoming good girlfriends.
I invited her to the movies. After reading it, the two of us wanted to buy hamsters, but we quarreled about what to buy.
"No, buy a third line, it's easy to raise!" I said.
"Why don't you buy Polly? The color is beautiful! " She retorted.
"The sub-warehouse is also very beautiful and easy to raise." I retort.
We had a big fight outside.
"No, Polly looks fine!"
"The sub-warehouse looks good!"
Five minutes have passed. This is like a world war. After World War I, there was another world war.
"Whatever you say, buy Polly!" After a long argument, I made a calm decision.
"Okay, food ..."
She hasn't finished yet, "Push Belgium!" I said it first.
"Hmm .............................................................................................................................................................................. She asked me.
Unexpectedly, we argued about food for another five minutes. In a fit of pique, I turned my head and left her waiting.
I haven't walked a few steps, and I have done a lot of ideological struggles in my mind. I will never forget that my friend was very sad because I wanted to see a different movie last time. This time, I will never hurt a sincere friendship again. So I slowly turned around and strode to her: "Belgium and Bunin are very good, let's buy them together." I said while picking in my hand.
"hmm." She thought for a moment and said.
I don't know why, she took an extra can of Belgium when she checked out-she had limited funds, so why did she take more?
"This jar is for your hamster." She handed it to me after paying the bill.
I was moved to accept it. I blurted out "thank you". Obviously, I can't thank people yet.
Because of this quarrel, I don't know why, our relationship is a little better.
She holds a hamster in one hand and two cans of hamster food in the other, while I hold this expensive Belgium in both hands-it feels warm-and the sun shines on me, which makes people feel very comfortable. Through this time, I seem to have grown up, but I don't know why.
I am most familiar with the story of growth. Like catching grasshoppers. Picking grapes to tease the puppy. These simplest things can only be done when you are young.
I don't like being spoiled by my parents all the time like other children. I don't know why. Where others drink, I can only drink cold boiled water at home. Even pocket money is very small,
My family is not poor, but I don't know why my parents treat me like this.
Where other people's children are playing leisurely, I can only push the small iron car and work with my mother in the "slope". Sometimes I pretend that I have no strength to overturn the small iron car. I thought, "I finally don't have to push the trolley." Who knows that my mother didn't sympathize with me when she saw this scene, but said sternly, "Come again and push quickly." I have no choice but to push my heavy little iron car again. Finally arrived at the vegetable garden. But there is no chance to rest in the vegetable garden, and I have to help my mother water it. It was because I accidentally tripped over a stone that I burst into tears. Who knows my mother said sternly: "Hold it, don't cry, men are still crying!" " "Seeing that I was still crying, my mother gave me a gentle kick. But for me at that time, it was very painful. I have to hold back. If I cry, my mother will kick me again.
Up to now, I still find that I really "reasonably" finished my work, and I pushed the cart home. My neighbors praised me for being so sensible. My mother said, "My son has grown up and is sensible, so he can help me with my work." I was happy and angry in my heart, and I complained in my heart: "Who do you think loves to go!" "When I got home, it was very late. After dinner, I excitedly "ran" to bed and finally went to bed. But mother said, "Wash your feet first, and then go to bed. Remember to wash with hot water. Between these words, I still feel that my mother still loves me.
Every time I work, I exercise my character and develop a character that is not easy to shed tears, can endure hardships and can stand on my own feet. At this point, my mind seemed to see the scene again. Now think about it, mom, it's for my own good! He took me a small step, but it was a big step for me to grow up!
I am walking on this familiar path, but the warmth that once surrounded me is gone.
Once upon a time, I liked to finish my dinner early in the summer evening, and my family took a walk on the riverside path in the pink sunset. I vaguely remember that there are many trees on the roadside that will bear a fruit like a small cherry. They are sour and sweet, red and round.
I am the shortest in my family and can't reach the branches. So when I think of the red and attractive fruit on the branch above my head, I look up and stare at my grandmother with a pleading eye-she picked the biggest and sweetest fruit. Of course, grandma always understands what her little granddaughter means. When she pulled the branch down, a round fruit was handed to me. I will look at those small fruits in my hand with satisfaction, chubby and round, lying on my warm palm like a child, and there seems to be a sweet smile on my red cheeks.
Sometimes, my father will use his broad palm to pick a handful of small fruits and give them to my sister and me. Dad is the tallest and naturally gets the most fruit, but he doesn't allow me to eat too much, saying that eating too much at night is bad for my stomach … I sometimes compete with my sister for fruit. Mother likes to walk beside us, chat and laugh with us and watch us eat. The burgundy corner of the sunset gradually becomes smaller, and the sunset glow also migrates westward, picking and eating along the way. Time seems to pass slowly in this warm laughter.
The fruit tree grows taller and taller, so do I. When I was a child, I didn't know where I heard that the unknown little fruit was actually called apricot, but it didn't sound smooth. Sometimes in spring, when the trees are full of fruits, I will pick a few-of course, when I grow taller, I won't be out of reach of the branches as before. However, the fruit that has not been eaten for a long time has no nostalgic taste. It is not sweet and sour, but bitter.
Yes, I've really grown taller. I don't have to let my aging grandmother pick fruits for me, wait for my father to hand me fruits, grab my sister's fruits, and go out with my mother all day. Because of my growth, I can't always rely on my relatives. I must learn to do things alone. But I know that no matter how old I am, no matter how tall I am, there will always be a deep concern for that family of five.
I am on the road, although my growth has taken away too much, but my home will always be my harbor.
Childhood is a fragrant flower, a colorful treasure box with little secrets, a clear and transparent stream, and a colorful dream with laughter. My growth story is as many as the grapes on that shelf, and I can't count them. Let me take off the glittering story of purple and tell it to everyone!
That time, my father brought back a pot of flowers called mimosa from outside. I think people will be shy, and flowers will be shy? Look, I can't even tell flowers from grass! I came to mimosa curiously and looked at it carefully. Its stem is thick and long, and its leaves are separated to both sides like comb teeth. The whole leaf shape is like peach tree leaves, not small!
I reached out my little hand and touched its leaves. Suddenly, its body twitched a few times, and its leaves and stems suddenly contracted like possessed, and then hung down, becoming smaller and withered. I was shocked. Oh, no, I killed the mimosa!
I suddenly panicked and was afraid: Dad loves flowers most on weekdays. Anyone who touches them unintentionally will always nag, not to mention that I killed the mimosa he just brought back!
Dad came over and patted my red face and asked, "What's the matter? What happened to my blushing? " I should also be an honest boy. I told my father what happened and waited for his "handling".
Unexpectedly, my father didn't scold me, but burst out laughing. He smiled and took my hand to the window and pointed to the mimosa.
Huh? I was shocked: I saw that mimosa was as green and straight as before, and it didn't look dead at all. I looked at my father puzzled. Dad smiled and said, "mimosa is a sensitive plant." It responds to touch and stimulation and will curl up like death. You will learn this knowledge when you go to school. "
I don't understand what dad said at that time, but I know I'm not in trouble. Seeing mimosa now, I am still ashamed of my childish ignorance as a child!
We are growing day by day. In the process of growing up, there are failures, successes, joys and sorrows, but every time I walk, I will definitely grow a little.
On a hot summer day, I ran to the ice cream shop with 5 yuan money, as if ice cream was "life-saving water", and I ran even faster at the thought.
When I arrived at the ice cream shop, I felt a little cold as soon as I walked in. Seeing the ice cream counter, I bought a three-yuan one. When I paid, my uncle at the counter gave me three yuan change. I wanted to give it back to him, but on second thought, this uncle gave it to me himself. I happen to be out of ink and want to buy one. Why not? On second thought, I stuffed the coin into my bag.
On the way, I was holding this unexpected wealth in my hand, and I couldn't help feeling a sense of excitement, thinking: Is it too good luck today? I am so lucky that such a good thing can happen to me! Thinking about it, he ran into the supermarket and bought a pen.
After shopping, I saw a little girl walking past me holding her mother's hand. Her mother said to her, "Sandy, you must be an honest child in the future, you know?" The little girl nodded her head hard. At that moment, I suddenly felt that the pen in my hand was a little hot and I couldn't hold it steadily.
At this moment, I remembered the teacher's words: "other people's things belong to others, and if you take them, they are not yours." Yes, what I just did was wrong. I shouldn't take other people's things to meet my own needs. Thinking of this, I ran back to the ice cream shop, took out a dollar from my wallet and said to the uncle at the counter, "Uncle, this is the extra money you gave me just now, and I will give it back to you." He said, "Wow, boy, you are so honest!" " "When I heard him say that, my face burned a little, my mouth rose slightly and I smiled knowingly.
It's been a long time, but it always reminds me that I must be an honest person! It will always grow with me.
Growth story Everyone has many growth stories, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was sleeping alone for the first time. Looking back now, it is still vivid.
I remember one day when I was five years old, my parents had to work overtime and I was the only one at night. On weekdays, they will definitely send me to my brother's house, but today, they said that I was old enough to sleep by myself and insisted on leaving me alone at home.
At night, the house was empty and silent. I finished my meal, took a shower, climbed into bed, turned off the light and went to bed. I don't know why, but I can't sleep in bed. So I opened my eyes and looked around. It was so dark in the room that I could hear my own heartbeat. I'm really a little scared. The terrible scenes I usually see on TV flashed through my mind, which made my hair stand on end. Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew out of the window, making the empty clothes rack make a "jingle, jingle" sound. The clothes hanging outside are swaying in the wind, which looks like someone is outside. I was so scared that I hid under the quilt. Although I was sweating under the quilt, I still dared not come out. After a while, I couldn't stand it. I wanted to cool off and catch my breath, but I was afraid. Suddenly, a voice appeared in my mind: "Dragon, don't go out. If you go out, the bad guys outside will find you. " "No," said another voice, "that's not a bad man at all. It's clothes Just go out. " "I would rather believe it, but I don't believe it. Everyone can say that. Never go out. " "It's not obvious? It's all a prank of the wind. It's clothes, not bad people. What's more, as long as you don't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night. " ..... these two voices are arguing endlessly in my mind, which makes it difficult for me to make a decision. Finally, I got out of the quilt, but anyway, I was a little scared and spent that unforgettable night in fear.
The next day, my parents praised me and said, "Brother Long, you have grown up and become brave." After listening to this, a bright smile appeared on my face, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey.
From then on, I had my own small room and slept alone. It's really hard to say "everything is difficult at the beginning"!
Growth story 10 Have you ever made any money? Many times we only know how to spend money and never think about how to make money, but since then, I have stopped spending money indiscriminately. I will always remember the first time I earned money by myself, because that time made me unforgettable and unforgettable, and it also became the most beautiful wave in my growing up.
In the hot summer, the sun is shining, the leaves are wilting, the flowers hang their heads, and even the golden cicada on the tree is calling "hot, hot", and there is a hot smell everywhere.
I think my father wants money to buy popsicles. My father didn't make a generous gesture of saving money as usual, but took me to the construction site where he worked and said to me, "You can smash the iron yourself as much as you want." I'll help you sell it. You 12 years old. If you want money, you can earn it yourself. "He handed me a sledgehammer and left without saying a word.
Staring at my father's gradually blurred figure, I sighed helplessly and looked at the hammer that my father had used for many years. I reached out my hand weakly and found that my hand was wet with sweat, and my forehead was soaked with bean-sized sweat, which was hard to tell.
After many attempts, I took a hammer like a mountain and slammed it on my first goal. There was only a bang, and the cement board was intact. I don't know how long it took, but I heard a "wow" sound, and the cement board broke, revealing black wires. I was about to bend my head to pick up the wire, but I found a drop of sweat dripping on the cement board inadvertently. Touch your hair again, it's already sweaty, as if it had just been washed. Look at these clothes. There are stains on it, too Staring at this wire that I have worked so hard to smash out, I was filled with emotion: I didn't expect this thin wire to take so much effort to get it, and it's really not easy to make money. ...
The hot sun is in the sky, and the blacksmith is still busy, and it is difficult and heavy step by step. Splash on the cement board, I don't know if it is sweat or tears, it is astringent and salty. ...
The first experience made me really understand the hardships of making money, and it became an eternal driving force on my growth path.
Growth story 1 1 In our hearts, there is always nostalgia for the lost youth, and occasionally we want to go back and write a unique growth story.
Quadratic functions and similar figures stimulate my wound named mathematics like alcohol. Every exam is as important as the battle of crossing the river. I was caught off guard, and the bright red score whizzed past my heart without leaving a trace.
"There are still 15 minutes before the end of the exam. Please pay attention to the time." Hearing this sentence, my nervous heart suddenly lifted again. Time is running out, but I still have two big questions to write. What should I do? I'm more and more at a loss. Fine sweat dripped from my forehead, and bangs stuck to my forehead in disorder. Trembling handwriting is faster. At this moment, my brain went blank, and I couldn't help but panic. My whole body seemed to be pulled out and I couldn't stop limping. My hand is more unstable, trembling to write down the numbers.
Suddenly, the bell rang unexpectedly. I put down my pen feebly and watched the paper full of holes be taken away mercilessly. My heart is so sad that I can't describe it. The sunshine outside the window is dazzling, but I can't cry.
Soon after, the paper covered with red crosses quickly returned to my hands, and the dazzling scores seemed to laugh at my incompetence. Suddenly, my mother pushed the door and came in. When she saw the paper, she only said, "Do you still have to stop like this and dare not face it?" I looked up at my mother in tears. Her eyes are firm, as if to tell me that everyone will encounter some difficulties in the process of growing up, and they will all undergo transformation before they grow up.
I began to try to make up for the time wasted in the past. The empty refill witnessed my diligence, and the finished paper recorded my seriousness. The experience of recurring problems reflects my progress, and I keep my head down bit by bit.
Finally, I got full marks.
Growth is destined to be a difficult process, and we will encounter some hardships along the way, but what we have to do is to make our hearts strong in order to be truly grown.
The story of growing up 12 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 of the' 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, the shopkeeper 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!