The composition subtitled 1 The pictures, gestures, smiles and exhortations woven into an endless net of love captured my inner happiness. -inscription
That turn.
Like you, you speak on the podium with a sense of humor, making boring and difficult reading questions lively and interesting. We follow you closely on the road of study. You are so smart and powerful, but I find that your face is pale and you occasionally frown slightly. A class passed quickly, and I inadvertently saw you holding the railing, coughing violently, and frowning like a bellows, which was completely different from the sound of the class just now. I walked up to you and asked you carefully, "Teacher, are you all right?" Your slight frown and upturned mouth gave me a relieved smile: "Nothing, just my throat is not very comfortable." When the bell rings, you quickly walk into the classroom and continue the class as if nothing had happened. The voice is still so loud. My eyes are slightly moist and my heart is full of warmth.
That hand.
Study at night. The stars outside the window are like diamonds, embedded in the night, shining with beautiful luster. The wind came in quietly, bringing us a little coolness. Look up and notice your hands scribbling on the blackboard. Dust and oxygen, sprinkled on your hands and sleeves, covered with a layer of foam, your hands trembled slightly because of excessive force, beautiful and neat words flowed out of your hands, and sweat from your forehead dripped down your neck. Finally, you turned around, smiled with relief, shook your arms a few times and walked around the classroom, urging us to write quickly. The stars are silent, blinking from time to time, as if smiling.
This exhortation.
After school. You stand on the podium and gently tell everyone, "Be safe on your way home." The students said in unison, "Oh-"You don't seem to be at ease yet, and added, "Go back early, and be careful that your parents are in a hurry!" The students all laughed. "Oh-"You smiled with satisfaction, and there were soft waves in your eyes. "Soaking your feet at home helps to relax your body. Everyone should go to bed early. " The students file out, you walk at the end, and check the doors and windows carefully before you leave. I walk on the road, not afraid of the wind, because of you.
Composition 2 with subtitles is both happy and troublesome to grow up.
Growth is both dynamic and static.
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People often can't appreciate their own growth, because they are used to it, year after year, day after day, and they don't feel any changes at all. What they are used to no longer feels redundant, monotonous and boring, but becomes a kind of dependence. Just like people who drink coffee every day, they don't necessarily need it, but they can't forget it.
When I was a child, I was always so eager to grow up and feel independent. But when I grow up, I find it difficult to be independent. All unhappiness and setbacks are only borne silently by yourself. When I grow up, I find that the so-called "maturity" means slowly killing my personality to adapt to the whole society, gradually becoming sleek and sophisticated, my fresh heart becoming numb, and my original fiery blood slowly solidifying in ............................................................ I began to miss the past-
Growth is happiness. In the process of growing up, we have realized many philosophies of life that we couldn't understand before, and we have also seen many things in the world that we didn't understand before. Growth makes us learn to be independent, enriches our feelings, and enables us to freely sketch the future.
Growing up is very troublesome. In the process of growing up, you have to bear a lot of responsibilities that others have undertaken for you before, and you have to deal with a lot of troubles that others have done for you before. Living, there are always so many secular norms, norms, plans and goals that our fragile hearts are overwhelmed and often feel disheartened and exhausted. Growing up makes us panic, makes us rush, and makes us unforgettable for the first time in our lives.
Therefore, in the process of growing up, I feel painful and happy.
The growth of composition 3 with subtitles is something that every life must experience. Newborn kittens will eventually become an independent cat, young saplings will eventually become towering trees after vicissitudes of life, and those of us who are still immature will eventually grow up to be useful to society.
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When I was young, my parents would always take us to the photo studio and take photos of our growth. Occasionally, they will take us to parks and even many tourist attractions during holidays. They took the camera and "clicked" it, making stop for a minute happy and making happiness last forever. We also enjoyed posing and boldly showed our charm. Both parents want to give their children a wonderful childhood and leave precious memories in our minds. Every boy or girl will continue to grow, so the clothes will be constantly updated. Now, if you take out your childhood clothes and wear them, it will definitely be out of reach. In the process of growing up, we have learned respect, filial piety and sincerity ... which are inseparable from growth.
However, in the process of growing up, we often experience setbacks, failures and troubles. Growth makes us understand that "where we fall, we must stand up." Growth is happy, I am eager to grow! I am eager to grow up!
The composition with subhead 4 grows like peeling an onion. Peeling off one layer will leave a tear.
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The appearance of an adult, I really want to grow up quickly and see what I will look like. Grow up? ! ……
From the beginning of contact with that infinite knowledge, I want to grow rapidly and yearn for new knowledge in the long river of years. It is growth that fills me with hope! In kindergarten, I learned "1+ 1=2". After primary school, I learned all kinds of writing skills, mathematical concepts and methods, English words ... In the process of all this, I gradually grew up and climbed the mountain of knowledge. I am so happy, because that wonderful knowledge is getting into my brain. Because growing up ...
My parents are my closest relatives. Growing up, when I was happy, when I was in pain, when I was afraid and when I was excited, my parents shared my worries, shared my happiness and spent time with me. I have been growing up and learned how to be a man from my care. It is growth that has taught me to honor my parents, care for others, unite and help each other, and let me grow in the process of growing up.
However, because of growth, troubles come quietly like worries. The original innocent heart began to grow up and immerse itself in the ocean of learning. Preparing for the exam every day is like a battlefield, and intense thoughts erupt in my mind. Everyone is a soldier, and every battlefield gives full play to its specialties and grasps various military laws. If he is not a general, he will be controlled and try his best to inspire everyone. Playing time is no longer long. Only by studying hard can we be as good as others. This is growth. ...
Grow up? ! ..... it's amazing! Will always leave a brilliant chapter in life.
The growth of subtitle 5 is a change of color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks.
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The first time, I accidentally dropped a small mung bean seed in the soil. A few days later, a green bud desperately emerged from the thick soil and quietly came to this world. The second time, I buried a dozen seeds one by one in the soil, and finally all the little creatures came into this world.
They take root, sprout and grow up day by day under my watering. Later, I stopped watering, just like weaned children, letting them find their own nutrients under thick strata.
A week passed, two months passed, one month passed, two months passed. When I came here again, I found that the mung bean sprouts were all killed by the scorching sun. I was desperate! Are their lives so short? Don't! When I came home, I accidentally found a mung bean seedling. Ah! How big it is! In fact, it grew hard in a hidden place, the leaves were bigger than a water cup, and black beans fell to the ground one by one, which was ripe.
That self-improvement mung bean sprout, as Zheng Banqiao said, insists that the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. I think the same is true of people's growth. One has to work hard to survive, and besides, one can't rely on others for everything. He will fall by the mountain, but he will not fall by the water. It's not the circumstances that make your destiny, but your own destiny! The lamp of life is formed by itself, and the boat of life sails because of hard work.
The growth of subhead composition 6 is not an overnight event, and it must stand the test of wind and rain.
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A few tall, powerful and leafy trees in front of the door used to be just a few small seeds. Good-hearted people sow seeds on this fertile soil and water them with their hearts. A few days later, the green shoots broke through the ground and drilled out of the ground. Open your eyes slowly, look around this colorful world on the first day and feel the beauty of life, but life has just begun! The weather is fine, and a drop of dew falls, nourishing the bud that needs water badly to survive. A few days later, the buds grew a few inches desperately, and the newly grown leaves were tender and lovely. Miao Miao is a little complacent. I feel that it won't take long to grow into a real tree.
The sun rose, and it didn't seem to give this little seedling some rich returns. It intends to make the seedlings have more tenacious vitality, so it projects its warm sunshine on it and puts on golden clothes for its dazzling green body. Vivi felt that she was spoiled by thousands of people, so she was a little spoiled. It is lazy and no longer strives for its own goals. Rain began to dislike its virtue and decided to teach it how to adapt to this nature. In the middle of the night, a storm suddenly struck. Miao Er felt fear for the first time in her life. It swayed involuntarily in the wind and rain and almost broke its waist. It's really thrilling Fortunately, it finally survived this difficult night, so it never slackened off! After the baptism of countless wind, frost, rain and snow, it finally grew into a tree that can withstand the wind and rain. Looking at its weather-beaten appearance, it seems to tell you the laws of nature and the truth of growth. It says, "Nature won't smile at you forever. You must learn to face its unfriendly side."
The growth of subhead composition 7 includes our happiness and happiness, tears and hardships, sweat and struggle, the joy of success and the disappointment of failure. In different growth periods, the color of growth will be different.
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At the age of five, the Red Sea
The process from toddler to babbling is extremely happy and happy. I still remember that at that time, I was just five years old and still an innocent child.
Pomegranate was ripe at that time. My family also has a pomegranate tree. At noon that day, the solar fire burned as hot as a hot pot. Because I take a nap every day, my mother lets me sleep. After I fell asleep, my mother sneaked under the pomegranate tree to enjoy the cool. Then I turned over and found that there was no mother, so I got out of bed to find my mother. I opened the back door and my mother was chatting with some neighbors. I went to my mother, and she said, "You woke up so soon. Do you want to eat pomegranate? " I nodded and my mother picked one for me. Just as I was about to eat, a brother next to me said to spit out pomegranate seeds, or pomegranate trees would grow in my stomach. I spit out the seeds bit by bit. The adults next to him are in distress situation. I'm a little angry. My brother blew me some bubbles specially to make up for it. I was immersed in the ocean of happiness that afternoon.
At that time, happiness was red and gorgeous.
At the age of twelve, the pink sea of flowers
At that time, he was still a lost child. Throw your schoolbag home after school every day, turn on the TV and watch your favorite TV series with relish before reluctantly turning it off. Pick up your schoolbag again and do your homework absently. Once, I made an appointment with some friends to ride a bike to a wasteland near my home after school, where grass grew tall and wild flowers were in full bloom, which was beautiful. We jump into the wilderness to hide and seek, sleep, have no sense of urgency, and are so crazy every day, immersed in the world of joy and flowers.
At that time, carefree was pink and bright.
At the age of fifteen, Blue Bookstore
In an instant, everything changed. And I, too, have learned a lot, knowing my own position and efforts. In class, every student is studying hard and trying to achieve his goals. I don't want to fall behind, except doing homework and reading books every day. Although a little hard, but also very happy. Classrooms and dormitories are immersed in books that students struggle and struggle.
At that time, struggle, struggle is blue and fluorescent.
Growth is full of our joys and sorrows; Growth is the flag flying in my heart. The pace of growth, the color is more dazzling.
Everyone will be hurt a lot in the process of growing up, crying, being sad and suffering. Many things are always experienced before they are understood.
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Some people say that growth is a tortuous road, and both sides of the road are covered with various scenery for us to enjoy; There are all kinds of people for us to learn ... only after experiencing them will we choose the place we yearn for; Some people say that growth is a part of the universe, and individual stars will collide inadvertently. Only after experience will you know how to get along and know how to be modest.
In my opinion, growing up is a drawing paper that is longer than anything else. On this paper, arguments and struggles with friends are recorded, and my most valuable collection is recorded.
When I was three or four years old, the drawing paper was the longest, covered with mud, leaves, stones and things I don't know now.
Walking through the dirt road paved by three or four years old, I came to the kindergarten. The drawing paper is full of crooked pinyin, addition and subtraction and the treasure we are looking for.
Through the treasure map, we came to a place full of knowledge treasures. Study hard at writing, painting and music. Although this drawing paper is not long, the books on it are stepped and gradually improved. Occasionally, there will be one or two awards, as well as cooperation with friends and some funny pranks, as well as my naive ideals.
The ladder of this book is still going up, and both sides reflect the fruits of their own labor, encouraging themselves to go up. That is, I was lost in the ocean of knowledge, and then I went up a little bit, paved the way with my own test paper and climbed over a high wall. Finally, I understand better than before, and I am more cheerful. There are bottles with empty ink and refills on both sides. I used these things and my own sweat to build a ladder, encouraging myself to refuel and continue to go up. From an ordinary point of view, this is a smelly and dirty picture scroll, but from a spiritual point of view, it is a picture scroll full of innocence, fragrance, book fragrance and sweat, more than any works.
Its name is growth.
Fragrance all the way grows.
I believe that growth teaches us not only tolerance and sentiment, but also a belief that flowers can wither, but it will never be spring!
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When I was young, my parents supported their footsteps with love; When they grow up, friends warm their feet with laughter, leaving all the way to sing; When you are sensible, hold your parents' hands and write down your own steps.
Footsteps. active
Parents keep their feet upright with love.
In the third grade, I took my deskmate's pen, and he accidentally knocked over my desk and crushed my foot. I know that bruises are not only a lesson, but also a testimony of baptism and love.
When I lived in the hospital, my parents always had a clear division of labor. Dad went to buy rice, and my mother watched me hang up the medicine in the ward. They even scolded me, and I was embarrassed to tell the truth. I heard you all say, "I know."
My nose hurts. "Sorry, I made a mistake." My mother held me in her arms. You said, it doesn't matter. I want to be an upright person in the future. Although I am poor, I will do it straight.
Suddenly I feel that one end of my heart is full of the word "integrity". It still hurts to get out of bed after the scar is healed, but I hold my parents' shoulders and watch them treat me like a child. My steps gradually stabilized and corrected.
I know, keep your feet and your heart straight.
Footsteps. warm
I was defeated by the exam results again. I couldn't help crying on my desk. I feel like my legs weigh a thousand pounds. I don't want to run. "What's the matter?" You came up to me and said, "Don't worry about it, tell me about it." I still don't talk, you hold my cold hand.
I finally couldn't help it, holding you and crying my skirt. You gently wiped away my tears with your tail finger. You smiled and said, "You will be fifteen after your birthday, and we have grown up. Instead of crying, it is better to ride the wind and waves, catch up and surpass! " "
Your smile is as soft as white clouds, and it is the warm smell of sunshine. When I received your encouraging smile on the runway, my steps became more brisk because of my inner warmth. I'm measuring my growth rate.
My friend's smile warms my growing steps.
Footsteps. Pull
When I saw my grandmother in the vegetable market, I stubbornly held her food, held her dry hand and told her jokes along the way. Grandma grows old day by day, and I grow up day by day. I want to hold her hand and write a song for her.
Filial piety to the elderly is another step in growth.
Step by step, I learned to be honest, to be strong and to be filial to my family. When the light green garlic cloves turn green, when I summon up courage, when I dry my tears, when I learn to care, when I grow up.
A composition with the subtitle 10 may only need a glimmer of light to enter a person's heart.
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Some people are naturally slow and introverted. This may be her in our nature or her early growth experience. We know each other better and look at each other's growth experience from a long-term perspective, so that we can understand this idiom more deeply.
I always feel sensitive and suspicious when I was a child, and sometimes I even seem a little out of place. Of course, this is related to my natural personality, but also to my family environment when I was a child. When I was a child, my mother gave my sister more love because of her physical disability. I understand my mother in my heart, but the accumulation of small things every day has gradually developed my character.
When I was in the sixth grade, my mother sent me to a private middle school in the county. In my youth when I needed my family most, I learned to face the world alone. Because I was young at that time, I secretly wiped my tears on my bed every night during my school days, and I wanted to go home. Facing the unfamiliar environment, I feel even more insecure.
The head teacher is a newly graduated college student and is full of expectations for the profession of teacher. When he noticed that I was feeling a little depressed, he would often chat with me and talk about my heart. I slowly opened my heart, and when I shared my troubles with the class teacher, my sad mood seemed to ease a lot.
When I was growing up, the head teacher was a ray of light on my way forward, shining warmly on me. I also have more courage to face the world.
My heart opened slowly, and I became cheerful little by little. I have two good friends, one is Pan Xiao and the other is Xiao Mei. They brought me a lot of happiness. Pan Xiao is a very happy girl. She smiles all day. I am very happy with her. I think she is the missing happy side of my life. Xiaomei is a lively girl. The three of us stick together all day, we study and play together, and many happy times in grade six are spent with them.
I went back to school in the summer vacation, and many buildings in the school were renovated. I watched it again and again along the places we often walked, and I wanted to put the time we walked together in my mind. The bakery we often go to is still there, and the taste of bread is still so familiar. I came to the playground and sat on the stone bench next to me. At that time, the three of us used to sit here and watch boys play basketball. But now I'm the only one.
These people I met when I was a child were a ray of light in my growing process, illuminating the road of my growth and progress.