What do you think of the end of a busy and fulfilling day? It's time to take time out to keep a diary. Is it impossible to write without a clue? The following are eight growth diary compositions I have compiled for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.
Time flies, and it's Wednesday in a blink of an eye. At noon, our class started cleaning together.
I am always in charge. If a classmate is absent, I will help him clean up. Zheng is going to paint, so I will clean the windows instead of him. I first took a dry cloth and wiped my teeth on the window ... "Hey, why can't this dirty thing be wiped off?" I opened my mouth and blew hard, wiping it back and forth with a dry cloth. The glass began to blur and gradually became bright and transparent. Wow! I'm so excited that all the dirty things are gone.
The cleaning is over. As the general manager, I started to check. I looked around the classroom and found that it was well cleaned. But when I opened the broom cupboard, ah, it was dirty, and the broom tilted left and right, which was a mess. So, I asked Xu to take out all the brooms first, and then we swept them into the cupboard. In a short time, the cupboard was cleaned, and finally the brooms were neatly arranged in a line. After packing, I went outside to have a look. Everything is clean, and I'm relieved.
We all work hard to clean.
The wheel of time ran over one deep wheel print after another, leaving a string of colorful memories behind me. Looking back, it is still an endless field, a vast expanse of whiteness. Snow-white cotton blooms and falls, and then blooms. In this way, I spent one spring and autumn after another, from an ignorant teenager to a handsome one. Remember, in the cotton field, stood my grandmother!
I have lived with my grandmother since I was a child. Grandma is a hardworking and simple person, and she is always very busy in her memory. I remember, she sang my favorite songs all the way behind my back. I lie on my grandmother's back, wobbly and full.
The heart is happy. I came to the field and looked at the blooming cotton, as white as snow. When I was a child, I looked at pure white cotton and smiled happily. In my eyes, it is a sacred world, which was sown by my grandmother with hard-working hands. It belongs only to me and my grandmother.
Grandma asked me to stand in the field and tie an apron for myself. After comforting me, she turned and walked into the cotton field. Grandma looked at the cotton flowers happily, smiling brightly, and the wrinkles around her eyes were open. She walked up and down in the cotton field, the white hair beside her ears fluctuated up and down, and gradually walked into the depths, unable to tell where grandma was and where the cotton was. At this time, I will stand up and look for it, and grandma will stop picking cotton and turn around and smile kindly at me.
In this way, I sat in the field and watched my grandmother finish picking cotton bit by bit. Now that I think about it, grandma is really hard. She is busy picking cotton, but she still has to take care of me. Really tired. Grandma devoted her whole life to this family and gave me all her love. Those days, those happy days in Tiantou, were grandma's kind smile and her hard work that taught me to give myself and my love to others.
The memory of this field has become my most precious memory. It witnessed my growth, and it was there that I learned the first lesson of life: give love to the world!
This precious memory has been with me ever since, and whenever I think of it, there will be a warmth on my face.
Growing up diary composition 3 Spring has come. Because tall poplars absorb different nutrients and water, some have sprouted some buds, while others have sprouted "caterpillars", like strings of small lanterns hanging in the sky. There are many small flowers on the caterpillar, and the small petals fall off easily. A caterpillar has thirty or forty small flowers. Sometimes some small yellow powder will fall from the petals. "The caterpillar is soft and fluffy in your hand, like a real bug. Poplar buds that have not yet blossomed are particularly like silkworm eggs, and there are groups of unopened "caterpillars" inside. As soon as the poplar dropped the caterpillar, it sprouted, and then Miss Chun came to us quietly.
I signed up for an Olympic math class during the holiday, and five people took it together, so it is also called "five-person small stove class". I didn't want to sign up for this class at first, but I think I'm going to junior high school, so I have to sign up. I went to class on the first day and met new teachers and classmates. The teacher is a college student and all the students come from different schools. We are strangers and can't play together. By the next day, things had changed. Two students became my good friends, and the teacher became closer to me. During the break, my teacher and I became friends, but the other two students were like natural enemies. During the break, we ran around in circles, and soon I found out that a friend of mine was a great painter. During a break, the teacher chatted with me. I am very happy to learn that I am a student attached to the primary school in Tsinghua, which gives me high expectations and concerns. Soon, my grades also improved by leaps and bounds in my class. In class, whenever we do the right questions, the teacher will give us a medal, and finally there will be a summary.
Time flies, and eight days of happy study have passed quickly. Finally, I didn't live up to my teacher's expectations. I got the first place in the exam and won the most medals (35). Finally, I won the honorary certificate of the first prize. During these eight days, we didn't waste time, learned a lot of knowledge and made new friends. The teacher also became good friends with us. After graduation, I couldn't bear to part with my teacher, so I went home by bus with my teacher. On the way, the teacher said to come to me when he was free. I will never forget him. When I got off the bus, I waved to the teacher and said "goodbye!" " . Hope to meet this good teacher again in the future.
Growing Diary Composition 5 Growing Diary During my growing up, my father, mother and cousin had a great influence on me. I remember one Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, my father stopped me and said to me; "Jia yi, grandma is ill. Later, we will visit grandma in Chaling's hometown. We may not come back until Sunday night. " As it happens, I just promised my classmates to participate in our own love activities on Sunday morning. It's rare to go out with classmates. It's a pity not to go. I said to my father; "You go, I won't go, I want to show my love to my classmates." Dad looked very angry and said to me, "Dad is very much in favor of your participation in the activity of offering love, but now grandma is seriously ill and we must go back." If you don't care about your grandmother when she is sick, then you have no conscience. What kind of love can you talk about without conscience, don't you think? Giving love begins with honoring the elderly. "I am ashamed of my father's words, but I also respect my father more, because he let me know that filial piety is also a kind of love. My mother is over 30 years old, but she is still studying for a Ph.D. and will soon face graduation. In order to write my graduation thesis as soon as possible, my mother gets up early and goes to bed late every day these days, working 16 hours. Seeing my mother working so hard, I said sadly, "mom, why are you working so hard?" Don't you already have a job? What are you studying for? " Mom smiled and said, "A person living in this world must pursue something. As long as he works hard and takes action, he is sure to succeed. ".Now that my mother has finished writing her thesis, I heard that she will graduate soon. Seeing her happy appearance, I felt lasting charm. Yes, we should insist on doing everything. As long as we make unremitting efforts, we will certainly realize our wishes. My cousin's playfulness showed me the serious consequences of playfulness. My cousin studies in Jingyan Middle School in junior high school and lives in our home. My cousin is a computer geek and a novelist. In order to play games, he often goes to Internet cafes. For this reason, my father often goes to Internet cafes to find him. In order to read the novel without letting adults know, he hid under the quilt and read it with a flashlight, and his eyes were nearsighted. My cousin's playfulness is often reprimanded by adults, but he just doesn't change. As a result, his grades have plummeted, from the top few in his class when he first entered junior high school to more than 40 in his class. In the senior high school entrance examination, my cousin really paid the consequences of being playful and failed to be admitted to Zhuzhou No.2 Middle School, the best high school in Zhuzhou. The cousin who was hit regretted it. He said to me, "Jiayi, don't be like me." You must work harder! " "Now, I heard that my cousin is much more sensible and studies hard. My parents often regard my cousin's learning experience as an example to educate and urge me.
Have you ever planted garlic seedlings? I planted it.
I buried garlic cloves in the sand, watered them and basked in the sun. Take good care of it, like a gardener I come to see it every day. On the first day, the little garlic seedlings have exposed green spots, and on the second day, curved buds have grown. The book says that plants grow at night, and I water them more at night. On the third day, a straight seedling has grown, and on the fourth day, a large piece has grown at a rapid speed. After 16 days of growth, it is more than a foot long and can be eaten.
I am very happy, because I can eat my own garlic seedlings. We wrapped jiaozi in it, and it was delicious!
A garlic has grown into a tender and green garlic seedling. What it needs is careful care, drinking water and sunbathing. Only by working hard can you gain something. If you ignore him and don't give him water and sunshine, he will die, and it's too late to regret it. If you want to get something, you must be diligent, and it is impossible to get something for nothing.
Growth Diary Composition 7 August 30th Sunny
Today is a special and sacred day, because today, under the bright blue sky, a brand-new class-Grade One (15) class was established.
But there is always a worry in my heart: after all, when I enter junior high school, I can no longer hold a slingshot in my right hand and a clay pill in my left hand, lean on a post, sit up straight with my feet and play on the lawn, Ade, my cricket, Ade, my raspberry and Manglietia! What's more, there are no longer familiar people around, but strange eyes.
But junior high school heralds a brand-new life, which is exciting and joyful.
In this new group, there are naturally new teachers: our math teacher and head teacher, Mr. Lu, and our Chinese teacher, Mr. Zhang, with shrewd confidence and wisdom in their eyes. She always wears a black dress on her chubby body ...
Of course, the classroom is brand new. On the ground, spotless, the tables are neatly arranged, and the sun shines through a few clean windows, making the small and exquisite classroom shine.
This is the first class at the beginning of its establishment (15).
The weather will get better on September 8.
Today, we experienced the first class cadre election in junior high school.
After a few days together, we all know each other, and enthusiasm has become a bridge for us to communicate.
As the saying goes: Without rules, there would be no Fiona Fang. If there are rules, there must be leaders to manage them. This is not, there is the following scene:
A classmate on the podium is giving a speech enthusiastically, and his face is as red as ripe sorghum because of being too hot or too excited.
Under the stage, some students held their heads high and listened carefully. Some students stared at their notebooks with their heads down. Some students are very excited, either before or after, or left or right, talking happily. Some students closed their eyes and looked very nervous. ...
The speech came to an end, followed by intense voting and counting. Some students are as smart as flying pens, some are sloppy, some are peeping at others, and some are looking down. For a long time, all the tickets were collected. When the voting began, I saw two teams of people on the rostrum solemnly drawing the sacred word "Zheng" on the floor, and our hearts were in our throats, as if holding a little rabbit in our arms.
Finally, seven class committees were born, and I was lucky enough to join them.
This activity deepened our new friendship and made us know more about others.
September 10 sunny
Today is the 20th Teachers' Day. Everyone presents flowers and greeting cards to show their love for their teachers, and the celebration specially held for this purpose is unique, which I still remember vividly.
Growing up diary composition 8 Swallows have gone and come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossoms are blooming again. "But childhood, how can that happy time be gone forever? Did it escape? Or should I put it? Yes, childhood will pass away, leaving only sporadic memories, just a few shells on the beach, just a few shallow footprints on the road to growth. ...
3 years old-literary enlightenment
When I was 3 years old, I was still a blank sheet of paper. At that time, I still didn't understand the world. My mother is my first teacher. She taught me to recite many ancient poems, recognize many words and recite many children's songs, which opened a window of literature for me. When I saw the clear river, "The water is bright and sunny, the mountains and the sky are rainy ..." I blurted out ... She laid a literary foundation for me.
6 years old-the road of Wushu
When I was 5 years old, I began to practice martial arts. When I was 6 years old, I made my debut at the International Hotel, performing China Wushu for the Japanese, leaving my first shining footprint on the road of life! This gives me a lot of motivation. From then on, I won all three firsts in Group D of Hangzhou Wushu Competition, and won a gold medal in China Wushu International Exchange Competition of Hangzhou West Lake Expo! Wushu not only makes me keep fit, but also makes me understand the truth that "I will win if I love to fight" and taste the joy of success!
10 years old-growing pains
I didn't know how to compete until the burden increased day by day and my classmates became more serious, so I studied hard for the glory of finishing the exam. At that time, I knew how to read and my ideal. There must be trouble behind growing up. I have tasted the taste of failing in the exam, and I have been criticized by the teacher for speaking in class.
12 years old-towards maturity
12 years old is a turning point in my life experience. I left my childhood and became a teenager. I feel that I am growing up and "mature", such as listening to songs, singing and playing computer. I have won many honors and awards, and have shown my "heroism" on the stage many times, but I have also tasted the pain of failure and the loss of "three stars". I am not proud of success, and I am not discouraged by failure, so I grow up in repeated successes and failures, and mature in repeated successes and failures!
Looking back on the road of growth, it is long, not long, more than ten years; Short, not short, more than ten years. This is my childhood, unhappy, slow, mobile days, I gradually grow up, in the future, I will mature day by day, towards a brilliant tomorrow!
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