Growth is like a ship sailing in the ocean, there will be calm, but it can't avoid stormy waves. Looking back on the road, the ups and downs are mixed with enrichment, and the bitterness is filled with sweetness.
I have been a class leader since primary school. Although I am busy sometimes, I feel full and happy. I remember when I was in the third grade, there were no clerks and health commissioners in my class, so I was reused by the "old class", and one person had three positions. Although there were a little more positions, I was not very busy at that time, because the study task was not very heavy, the schoolwork was less, and the free time was enough, which did not have much impact on my study. On the contrary, it has greatly helped and improved my learning and management ability. Looking back on my growth, I once again realized the happiness of my childhood and found my own childhood fun!
Since I entered middle school, my schoolwork has increased, my responsibilities have increased and my tasks have increased. Time seems to pass forever in such a hurry. Trivial things make me breathless, and sometimes I even think about giving up. Always hesitating to give up what? In the case of indecision, I temporarily suppressed this idea to the bottom of my heart and gradually dispersed with the passage of time. Slowly adapted to this busy life.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am a junior three student. I don't have any free time now. On Monday afternoon, Class Four of the Students' Union will hold a ministerial meeting, on Tuesday afternoon, the Students' Union will hold a plenary meeting, on Wednesday afternoon, Class Four will participate in club activities, and on Thursday afternoon, there will be a monitor meeting, plus at least five monitor meetings a week, and so on. It seems that there are endless things to do every day. But I never thought about giving up again, because since I chose this road, I will go on firmly. Just like running, you can't give up the whole journey because of a little obstacle on the way.
After all this, fortunately, I learned a lot from it. In fact, life is a process of continuous progress and growth. What I wrote along the way may be a tearful smile or the joy of harvesting success.
Looking back on growth, it is worth thinking about the soul's permission to life, courage to overcome difficulties and perseverance without borders. ...
The setting sun is as bright as blood, hanging in the west of the weather, walking home, the front is long and lonely, emitting the shadow of failure, despair and sadness.
With the sound of metal collision, the door opened and everyone sat in chairs by the window, lost in thought. Obviously, they have tried. Why ... Maybe, God likes to play tricks on people so much, and gives you a colorful bubble, which is disillusioned with a bang and then rushes to the sky. ...
I only felt chilly on my face, which brought me back to reality and looked out of the window. It rained and it was autumn. How sad the leaves are yellow, and the breeze blows, bringing rain flowers, which is very cold.
I saw the rain fall carefully first, like a drizzle in spring, falling silently on the ground. If it is not true, it will be unremarkable and silent when landing.
Dark clouds float in from time to time. After almost a few minutes, the rain gradually became heavy, and bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky. Suddenly, everything seems to be alive, and all kinds of voices are so powerful and crisp.
Raindrops hit the window, "bang" broken into rain flowers, and then slipped down, so crisp sound, the quiet lake in my heart also circled.
It has been raining all the time, like a dynamic child, shouting and playing.
The breeze blew, making a "whoop" sound, and the leaves made a "rustling" sound, as if cheering for Rain is falling all, making Ye Er greener. "Snapping" is the cheerful sound of raindrops falling on the asphalt road. From the first time, I was silent. With the accumulation of time, there are cheers to silence those who look down on them. It's not a few birds flying across the sky, but the rain has wet the hair.
Still sitting by the window, listening to this symphony of Rain is falling all, it made me understand that the original silence was timely forbearance and savings. Later, "Symphony of Rain is falling all" showed the respective styles of worldly things. The sound of rain may be small at first, but it bursts with time savings.
This symphony of rain has been in my mind. Temporary failure is nothing. As long as I make unremitting efforts, one day, my aura will rise and come back strong.
The rain of this symphony is falling all over my heart, from the initial silence and loss to the present self-confidence. Even if the colorful bubbles burst, the sound is still very loud. On the road of growth, setbacks are impossible and always exist, and everything must be adhered to. The sound of wind and rain outside the window is the sound that accompanied me to grow up, so that I am no longer confused and hesitant. ...
The world is big, but my heart is really small. I don't think I have the ability to think so much, and I don't have the energy ... I just want to do what I want in this small world. Maybe I study quietly, maybe I live in a warm family, maybe I just accompany a few friends ... Yes, as a child who just learned a few words, I am ignorant, and I just understand the greatness of family.
Yes, silly, I can't escape the terrible Libra curse, and there will still be that friendship buried in my heart, and it will get deeper and deeper, but now I just put it there silently, just silently, because it is destined to be the eternal mark of my youth. Maybe everyone doesn't know the real me, and I don't want anyone to know. Maybe some persistence makes me feel strange. I think we may have a common understanding, a motive to make each other feel at ease ... I just hope that after many years, it won't be the so-called truth my mother taught me, just a word, long time no see.
Yes, I think the hypocrisy of human nature will disgust me, but I can't help it. I don't use flowery and nihilistic rhetoric, but only yearn for the truth inside. Sometimes, I may feel sorry for some people, even if they feel worthless, because they are the victims of my desire for a quiet life. Maybe today I finally admit it. I should say I'm sorry because I don't want to owe you anything. Yes, the only thing that really moves me may be ideals and arrogance. I am willing to be low on the surface, but I am not afraid of the low inner soul and arrogant trampling. I am afraid of ridicule and ridicule from others, although I understand that both sides are stupid.
I'm sad, I'm torn to pieces, and I'm glad it all came early. I believe I'm not just talking, I'm not just talking. You can't express yourself too much in the future. I stick to my responsibility and don't cheat anyone! I still have a promise to my relatives, which is more important than anything else. I must swear that I won't do it again. A month is an hour. Don't be naive and influenced by others. Remember, that's pathetic. You don't need it.
The direction of growth will not be timid because of thorns, and will not be confused because of cold eyes and ridicule.
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I am a seed.
corner
Dry, cold, uneasy ...
A bag of my countrymen and I were loaded into a truck. "Do you think it is so small that it can grow into a big tree?" "That is, where is it like us, smooth and full, it is simply a pillar!" "Ha ha ha ....." My red face caused their wanton ridicule. I am not perfect in appearance, and I am gradually pushed into the corner by their ruthless sarcasm. I shrink more and more, waiting for an unknown fate.
It is precisely because of the unintentional "pillar" of our compatriots that this is a car that supplies seeds to the timber factory.
destiny
Indifference, helplessness, despair ...
"Brush brush ..." We were rudely poured into a big pool full of water by human beings, and the violent impact made me top-heavy.
I know this is called "floating seed selection" in the human world. Watching other compatriots sink to the bottom of the water, I can only rise and rise helplessly, and finally emerge without any suspense-my fate is decided at this moment, and I won't plant it!
grow
Bump, lightness, hope ...
I was eaten by a hungry bird. When it flew up and down into the sky, I suddenly felt that this creature was as lonely as me. It seemed to be a good home to feed it. However, fate played a strange joke on me again. 1 of "pa", the ear came the howling wind. I guess I shouldn't stop there. I fell on the top of a mountain. The soil was not too soft, but I still have hope of living. I silently thought to myself-I want to grow!
suffer
Thirst, thirst, thirst ...
After a few days of drought, I was thirsty. I think this is the biggest pain I have encountered so far. I can't give up, I want to live, water, water, I need water, all my efforts are in vain. I can only try my best to put my roots into the hard soil, and gradually, I finally touched the water, and I survived! ..... Over the years, the pecking of birds and the ravages of insects have made me miserable, but I persisted!
I have grown taller, ten years and a hundred years, and the sparring of wind and rain has made me gradually solid. Even I couldn't think that I was almost killed in those days, but I could grow into a towering tree!
think back
Because of my shortcomings, I was ignored, forgotten, laughed at and abandoned. But left out again and again, strong, brave, trusted, wrapped in a small cocoon, tiny, but full of strength! It is growth, which washed away the wounds once, and made me emit a weak but firm light in the corner.
Being left out is my most desperate harvest and my proudest growth. I am not afraid of its helplessness. I also look forward to the infinite space and possibilities it brings, just because it makes me so powerful.
It has been more than two months since I left home unconsciously. Every day is full of nostalgia for family and loved ones. I've been looking forward to my mother coming to see me, but I don't seem to care much about my father. Perhaps, I am young and ignorant, always thinking that I have grown up and should be as free and easy as an adult. Once my parents interfere with my behavior, I will have a rebellious attitude.
Gradually, at home, I began to be silent. After eating, I hurried into my Xiaotian yard to avoid talking with them, and my heart was very uneasy. Once, I quarreled with my father because he said something about me. May be angry, fierce. As a result, my dad hit me for the first time in my 17 years of life. At that moment, I vowed never to talk to him again. In short, in those days, my relationship with my father began to change qualitatively and became inexplicably indifferent. Although my mother knows all this, she can only sigh.
Later, I left home and lived the unrestrained life I longed for. Slowly, I feel that my thoughts are as naive as the fairy tale world. I began to miss my mother's nagging at home and my father who thought he had no feelings for each other. The faint affection prompted me to send my blessings home by phone again and again, so I knew that I still missed my father. In this short moment, I understand. I understand that the inexplicable indifference with my father in the past was caused by myself. In fact, I deeply love my father. I just want my mother to see me because I don't want to expose my true feelings in front of my father. Now I just want to cry my tears with great regret. I know my father can understand.
In fact, life is like a net, intertwined with you, intertwined with me, and intertwined with everyone. In this net, I have been confused and wandering. On the road of my growth, there was such an ignorant behavior, which personally destroyed the knot between parents and children, and even abandoned it far away. Now I have found it and really understand its connotation. I will cherish this rare fate.
This is my heartfelt regret, and it is also the best song to accompany me on my long road of growth.
It is said that the memory of growth is the witness of our growth again and again, such as the annual rings of trees, which are unique and deeply hidden in our hearts. Another example is the Milky Way in the universe. Every experience is enough to make the brightest star shine. In retrospect, bit by bit, it is a past with tears and sweetness in my heart, a regret that I can never find again, or a sadness that I always don't want to tell people.
"The countryside is the negative film of human childhood", smoke from kitchen chimneys is curling and streams are gurgling. I still remember that every time I cleaned the fish pond, my father was always as busy as a bee. With the exposure of the sun, the soil in the pond cracked day by day. This has become a world where we play, turning pieces of cracked soil upside down and piling them up. Even in the hot sun, we are still in high spirits. The mound should be roasted with fire, and the sweet potato should be wrapped in tin foil so as to be buried in the soil. "When can I eat" and "How long should I wait" are the most frequent conversations between us. Thinking about eating and playing is probably a subtitle for us to grow up.
I still remember when my father received the first order, he bought a lot of vegetables and a bottle of good wine that night. Mother is a diligent housekeeper. As always, she said, "The old man really can't live any longer." Say that finish, then no longer say anything, carrying things turned into the kitchen. That night, for the first time, I saw my father blushing because of drinking. I think that night, my father was physically tired after a hard day's work, but mentally energetic. Father told us many stories about him that night. He said: "Dad, 16 years old, I started to work hard by myself, and there was nothing. Your grandfather died early, and dad 13 started cooking for the whole family. You know how difficult the conditions were! You can't eat a piece of meat all year round. " "Now look, I don't know how much better than before. People can't be poor if they are poor. There is nothing more glorious than labor. Be diligent. Dad, I hope you are healthy and study hard. This is more important than anything else. " Looking at the gray-haired father, where some black hair flutters in the wind? After years of baptism, his gaunt face strongly proved how hard he worked in those days.
I still remember how fun we were at that time. Grilled fish or something is our greatest pleasure. One drop, two drops "Oh, it's raining." I said, the more it rains, the fish that can't be taken away in time will be cooked by rain. The rain stopped crying, but it soaked our enthusiasm If we add some seasoning, this is probably the harvest of our day-boiled fish. Suddenly, the cat quickly took a fish. Soon, the hungry cat tasted delicious food for us. After eating, it was making all kinds of melodramatic gestures. Mother said: "I have been making wedding clothes for cats for a long time;" Look, it thanks you again. " "Yes, I'll cook and eat later, and I can eat fish and cats, haha." A joke drove away the haze on everyone's face and replaced it with a burst of laughter.
I still remember that when a red sun swept through layers of rain, everything came to life with a charming smile. This is the arrival of our joy. I still remember that we were always in the paddy field, telling our dreams, looking at the distant road, lying quietly in the field, recalling the little-known embarrassing things we had done in the past, and our faces showed a blush. I still remember that every time I do something wrong, I always do something quietly to get my mother's forgiveness, and every time my mother replaces my anger with a smile. Remember to sigh "Life is so beautiful". Sometimes, I wonder how I can have such a deep memory, rooted in my deepest heart, and gradually evolved into buds with great lives, like projectors, staged one after another. When I look back, the fragments of that memory flooded into my mind like a flood, forming an unparalleled landscape, which is the most beautiful thing in the world.
I have unconsciously spent the four seasons of 17, flying all the way, stopping occasionally, just in autumn, watching the fallen leaves, the smell of walking all the way is gradually surging in front of my eyes.
The smell of bicycles
You helped me drive on the main road again and again. The rotation of your wheels helps me to be punctual, and your punctuality also teaches me to be punctual. How can I thank you? I can only cherish. I haven't said thank you for a long time. Thank you! You are my family, you have given me the greatest help, you have made me happy and made me happy to do what I want to do; You gave me motivation and let me thank you from the bottom of my heart. Silent and selfless, you have always been my good friend. You will always be with me, rain or shine, positive, optimistic and persistent. I am glad that I can perceive your existence, and I am even more glad that I can understand you. You are life, the life I love, and you are growing up with a warm taste.
The taste of the opponent
In the process of growing up, there will always be problems of one kind or another. People who accompany us often appear on our opponents. We always succeed in solving problems and overcoming difficulties. It's everywhere. Going out, when it rains, we will face it. Every semester's exams are always beyond, and we should participate in them. It is not a specific person or thing, but a necessity for our success. My opponent along the way, when I met you, I kept going. Because of you, I will cross step by step, reach my destination and experience the taste of success.
Guan 'ai Taste
Life changes every day. In the changing world, I feel the care of my relatives, friends, teachers and students. It is eternal. The road to growth is full of ups and downs. With their care, I have an optimistic life. When I am frustrated, when I hesitate, when I am wronged and lonely ... Caring, teaching and guiding give me a direction, which makes me have a strong and ordinary heart and enjoy all kinds of fun in the plain and novel growing days. The sunshine in my heart is constantly illuminated; The richness of my growth is constantly nourished; My fond memories of growing up are constantly expanding.
The taste of hope
After the senior high school entrance examination, I began to fantasize about the good life in senior high school, but I failed in the senior high school entrance examination. I went to a secondary vocational school in confusion, and gradually I found that I not only carried my dreams, but also the hopes of teachers and parents. Hope and dream are a person's greatest motivation and a good medicine. Youth should have dreams and firm beliefs. Because of choice, I gradually realized happiness in my study, because the classroom is full of laughter. Gradually I learned comity in communication, because we are tolerant of each other; Gradually, because of his charm, I realized the skills in professional learning.
How precious the road to growth is, the taste of growth is endless, and tolerance is great. Every time I walk into the school gate, I see the smiling faces of my classmates. Every time I enter the house, I see the warmth of my family; Every time I ride a bike and walk through the scenery in front of me; Every small design harvest; Every time I realize ... the taste of growing up is in my heart, in front of my eyes, in. ...
Grow up in senior one. It seems that people's life is unfolding in this picture, with the joy of birth, the joy of youth, the lush experience and the mark of growth.
Just like a beautiful song, every note contains one distant story after another, and every touching note hides an unspeakable story. Every blank is full of memories, gradually ending and heading home. When the sun goes down, where is your way home?
I used to complain why time didn't hurry up, but now, time is as ruthless and silent as running water, and now I am always lamenting the passage of time.
The original years, lush years, hurried steps never stopped. The morning light rises regularly and brightly, and the golden light falls on the earth again. Where there is the sun, there will always be a shadow, and it will disappear into the darkness of the earth bit by bit. Sleepy sunset, lazy earth, tired people, orange street lamps, just like sleepy people.
Day after day, when did it stop growing? Yes, from birth to now, every photo, every note, every dress is the trace of your growth over the years. You don't have to complain about the length of time, because everyone is like you, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, growing up, rebelling, proud and even sad. In fact, everyone is like you, and we should all grow up.
No one says that growth is gentle as water, and the experience of growth can only be realized when you grow up. Sometimes a small glass of hot milk can also cause great emotions. Sometimes you cry because of a small matter, your parents scold you, your teacher criticizes you, and your sad experience. Most of our growth is full of sadness and pain, but we are also proud. We have learned a lot from growing up.
I used to look forward to growing up, but now I look back on my little wish, and everything is still so dreamy. I can't help smiling at the messy books on the desk. It turns out that growth comes at a price, our happiness and our freedom.
Growth will never come back, it will only become more and more mature. It used to be just a memory, but now we should work hard for the cost of growth and realize the value of growth. Now we are just working hard for our future, struggling in growth and gaining in growth.
In fact, we should grow up, because the outside world is still very big. ...
The young eagle becomes an eagle flying in the blue sky, which is a kind of growth. A person from ignorance to maturity is also a kind of growth. Only we know that we have experienced many setbacks on the road of growth.
Before the fifth grade, I could do nothing but eat and do housework. I left it all to my mother, who helped me wash clothes and shoes. For me at that time, "only a mother is good in the world", this sentence was vividly interpreted.
"Good" didn't last long. I was sent to boarding school by my father in the sixth grade. At that time, my face was a little immature. I am anxious in a strange place and don't know what to do. There is no way but to bite the bullet and come to the dormitory with the life teacher. He was very kind and gave me a lot of help.
Come early and get up at eight the next day. At that time, I was not used to it and wanted to stay in bed, but I was awakened by other roommates. Put on your shoes and start sitting on the bed, not knowing what to do. At this time, the life teacher came in and was surprised to see me. She came in and asked me why I didn't fold the quilt. Where can I fold the quilt? So I bowed my head in shame and said, "Teacher, I can't fold the quilt." To my surprise, the teacher was not angry and said to me with a smile, "Oh, yes!" " ! All right, I'll teach you to fold. "
He teaches very hard, and I study very hard, but I can't fold well. Before leaving, he patted me on the shoulder and said it didn't matter. You can fold it with more practice. I kept looking up at that smiling face. There is a warm current in my heart. After the teacher left, I heard some classmates say that I can't even fold the quilt. It's no use. I'm not angry either. I'm just practicing folding quilts. In this way, after a week, my quilt was folded better and better, and my classmates gave me a thumbs up. It's so beautiful to be praised for the first time.
So I lived here for a semester, came home, washed clothes, mopped the floor, folded quilts and so on. My mother said I grew up. I saw a little relief in her eyes, and at that moment I felt that I had grown up.
Gradually, I have entered high school, and now my face is a little more mature and resolute. Not only am I getting older, but my thoughts are also growing. I know I will think of my mother. I think this is the so-called growth!
Senior one growth composition 10 growth
Dream back and blow the horn into the camp-introduction
You are the goal of my study, you are the direction of my growth, you are a great man between heaven and earth, and you are the hero overlord of Chu!
I have no regrets when I meet you in my dream, even if I can only learn a little from you. Watch the sword while drinking. When Yu Meiren hanged himself with a sword in the big tent of China army, the confidante in your life was dead, and you were angry with you, but you still couldn't get her voice and smile. Although you are facing a desperate situation, you are not afraid at all to fight against the disorderly army. You don't want "30 fame" to become "dust and dirt", so you should try your best to save the defeat first.
Slowly line up your troops and take your time on the battlefield. This indifference of "Taishan collapses in front, but the face does not change color and the heart does not jump" is worth learning from each of us. I don't want to see you die suddenly on the spot. I want to fight side by side with you, block the flying arrow feathers for you and charge for you. And you just squint to show disdain. I know I am not qualified to fight with you. I think your heroism will make everyone hide their faces. Let's leave now.
Your indomitable spirit is worth learning from everyone in China. I
It is not enough to know that a person's strength is like nine hairs of Niu Yi in the army. So I borrowed Gao Xiang's wings from the swan, let me "swim towards the North Sea at dusk", and borrowed roaring claws from the tiger, wishing you the Great Wall of Wan Li. I want to rush out of this "siege" with you, but you are completely fearless and still lead dozens of riders to make a final effort. Your spirit of not giving up until you reach your goal is worth learning from everyone.
"Fuck Angkor Wat with rhinoceros, the car is wrong and the soldiers are insufficient." Even if you "pull the mountain out of the sea", you still can't save this defeat. Finally, Heng Dao immediately went to the banks of the Wujiang River. Under the reward of "rewarding a daughter and sealing Wan Huhou", one by one, like moths to a fire, "suddenly dying" and "recalling that year: Jin Goma swallowed Wan Li like a tiger", recalling that it was Jin Lan's turn to worship eight times in those years, recalling that "the first one who broke Xianyang's entry into the customs was king", recalling that the gap was divided between each other in those years, and then looking at Yi Di and Hongmen. Was it really easy to fold just past? I can't bear to see this. I want to cross the river in a boat, but you "have no face to see your elders in Jiangdong" and don't want to make a comeback. You cut yourself with a sword, and the BMW who has been with you for many years screamed and jumped into the river.
In this situation, I can only lament that "the body is strong and the soul is a ghost." When you die, your bosom friend is gone. I can only say, "The ship has passed, Jianghai Ren Pingsheng."
Someone said, "Don't sell the name of overlord." I don't think so. You are my learning goal, and you are my growth direction!
This is what men should do: what a pity to die in a national disaster!