In the wind chimes where I grew up, there were many tinkling bells, which recorded my memory-inscriptions.

In the long river of my growth, there are many boats carrying me up and down; In the wind chimes where I grew up, there are many bells recording my ups and downs.

citric acid

When I was a child, I always cried and asked my mother to accompany me to do that. Now I know my mother's suffering when I grow up. That hateful wrinkle has covered the mother's face and witnessed her hardships; Damn silver silk has covered my mother's head, witnessing her fatigue; Damn cocoons have covered my mother's hands and witnessed her hard work. Whenever this time, lemon-like acid soaks into my heart.

Honey fruit-sweet

My academic performance is not very good. I tried to give up, but I never gave up. I tried, I struggled, and I refueled. I learned from setbacks and difficulties and went forward bravely. I believe I will work hard towards my goal and finally successfully improve my academic performance. At that time, the sweetness of honey fruit filled my heart.

Bitter taste of chocolate

My childhood friend left me and went to that distant place. Recalling the time when we were apart, I gave her a box of chocolates. She peeled them off slowly, put them in her mouth, tasted them carefully, and then took out one and sent it to my mouth. Suddenly, the bitter taste filled my mouth until my heart.

This growing tree is full of sweet and sour fruits. ...

Chapter 2: Growing Memory

Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy.

Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past.

When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study.

As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling.

My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory.

My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.

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Chapter 3: Growing Memory

Growth is often so rapid and short-lived, but those deep memories left in people's hearts are the most precious.

When I was a child, my friends and I often sat on the school wall and played. At night, we look up at the sky and count the bright stars together. Unconsciously, I am often the first to fall asleep, but when I wake up, my friends have already dispersed, leaving them still sitting next to me. When they saw me wake up, they excitedly told me the number of stars. Although the two men have different opinions, they often fight, even though I sometimes naively believe the number they won.

Whenever and wherever, they will always believe what I say, even if I am lying to them.

When I was a child, because I was naughty, my teacher always put it on me for something I didn't do. In a class, the teacher found its long-lost cup in an inconspicuous corner, but it broke into glass fragments. The teacher made a request to me without hesitation. Although I tried hard to clear my innocence, my crazy sexual personality made the teacher more sure of my charge and grabbed the wooden ruler and hit me hard, but I found that he had blocked the teacher's blow and tried to defend me. Although they were beaten by the teacher equally mercilessly, they didn't dodge, and I could only watch my friend being beaten helplessly, and my heart was full of pain and sadness. Even though I don't want to recall this past, the image has been lingering in my mind and I can't forget it.

Brothers are the endorsements between them and me. We always take care of each other, such as making friends in Taoyuan and sharing weal and woe, although we don't know what brothers mean.

Recalling the past, there will inevitably be sadness and pain, but please don't cry, because they belong to your memories, and they certainly don't want to see you sad.

Chapter 4: Growing Memory

Time, like running water, is gone forever. I have been promoted to the seventh grade. My study life in junior high school is very different from that in primary school, which makes me feel bored and tired. My life in the sixth grade of primary school left me unforgettable memories.

Time is too cruel to the elderly, and it doesn't leave any face for those of us who want to turn back the clock, alas.

In the memory door where I grew up, the life in the sixth grade made me feel the most profound. The sixth grade is the sprint stage, and all the students are studying nervously to prepare for the junior high school exam. By the sixth grade, students' sense of unity has increased, and no one wants to discredit the class. On the contrary, everyone wants to add luster to the class and become a "little soldier" to maintain the class. In the sixth grade, students feel the importance of friendship. After class, they are busy remembering QQ number, telephone number, home address and classmates' records ... They are very sad and want to leave each other.

When I get up and run in the morning, I see all my classmates full of energy, unlike the previous fourth and fifth grades, just like some sick cats. By the sixth grade, our slogan was louder and the pace was more tidy than before. Every teacher praised us, and we left a deep impression on many teachers.

The sixth grade sports meeting is the last sports meeting in our primary school. When our class ran 100 meter head-on relay, a classmate accidentally fell down. Instead of crying, she stood up and continued to run. When she reached the finish line, she was the last. When the students saw her run away, they hurried to hold her, moved her down from the runway and sat on the lawn, comforting her and saying, "Don't be sad, you are the best." This incident surprised me. My classmates didn't reject her or scold her, which really surprised me.

One thing after another, one sentence after another, one sweat after another, left a deep impression in my mind. How many mornings and evenings in primary school left me memories of all the teachers; How many days and nights in primary school left me with my classmates; How many mornings and evenings in primary school keep students busy ... A thousand words can't finish this wonderful memory.

This is an important memory when I was growing up.

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Chapter 5: Growing Memory

33. Everyone is growing up and remembering the process of growing up. Some people, some things and some words will definitely move you, make you unforgettable and have different feelings. Please write a narrative of about 600 words on the topic of "Growing Memory".

Chapter 6: Unforgettable Growth Story

In this long ten years, my parents have paid a lot for me. Among them, there is one thing that I remember vividly. One afternoon, I was dizzy. My mother got a call from the teacher and rushed to school to take me home at once. Take your temperature, wow! 4 1 degree! This scared my mother half to death. She quickly put a cold towel on my forehead to cool down physically, and hastily fed me antipyretics. In a daze, my mother carried me to the hospital on an empty stomach. I sat in a chair listlessly, watching my mother register to take medicine and running around ... until I was lying in the hospital bed, my mother sat down, wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked a bunch of questions.

My mother hasn't slept a wink all night and has been observing my condition. I am awake when the sun rises at dawn. Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes, I remembered my mother's hatred of severely disciplining me, and suddenly it turned into a warm current and poured into my heart and lungs. I was immediately moved to tears. Although this is a common thing in the past ten years, I can deeply feel how great and selfless maternal love is in this small matter. I am determined to repay their kindness over the years with excellent results.

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Chapter 7: Memories of Success

On the road of my growth, there are countless successes, as many as rice grains. Now I'll tell you one that impressed me the most!

It was in the fourth grade, and the teacher asked us to make a small production at home and take it back to school the next day. After finishing my homework in the evening, I began to make my little production-tumbler. I first brought a bottle of glue, a bowl, a chopstick, a pair of scissors, a plasticine, a piece of paper, some sand, a pen and a round egg. All the materials were ready, and I officially started to make a tumbler.

First, I shake the egg a few times, cut a hole in the top of the egg with chopsticks, let all the protein in it flow out and put it in a bowl. Then I go to the kitchen, pour tap water into the egg, press the hole with my hand, shake it to clean up all the residual protein in the egg, then put plasticine into the eggshell, then pour sand into the eggshell, and then look at it carefully on the table. I found the tumbler on the left, so I let it go. After adjustment, pour the glue into the eggshell. When the glue dries, a tumbler will be made, but it looks a little ugly. So the next step is to further beautify the tumbler. I wrote two big eyes and a greedy mouth on the egg surface with a pen. Now I cut two sensitive ears on the paper with scissors. Ah! A lively and lovely beautiful tumbler was born. You can't push back and forth left and right. Like a stubborn little stubborn. Maybe this is why the name tumbler got its name!

Ah! That was a real success!

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Article 8: Forgetting to grow up

I have a big bruise on my knee. It really hurt at that time, but the wound will slowly recover after a while. After recovery, there will be no more pain. But it left a faint scar, which was very ugly. There will always be some traces after the pain, and it is impossible to leave nothing behind.

Everyone is like this. There is a shallow scar somewhere in my heart. If you don't think about it, you will slowly forget it over time. If I forget where I fell, I will get hurt. It may hurt at that time, but I'll be fine after it, right?

Laugh 30,000 times with you and leave the wound without any regrets.

Su Shi's poems, but how many people will remember them? Just like forgetting those wounds, forget him.

I happened to be playing Xu Wei's song on the bus yesterday. The title of the song has long been forgotten, and the melody is probably remembered.

Now Xu Wei has long since faded out of the music scene, but how many people will remember his songs?

I liked other singers before I liked Xu Wei, and I often went around to buy posters of a certain star, or felt unhappy because of the negative news of a certain star. Or angry with him.

Those things were a long time ago, and I will never cry silly for a star again.

I will still buy his posters, but only occasionally.

These are called growth. Forget so much, give up so much, so we grow up in pain.

What do you remember?

I don't know, for whatever reason, we always forget so much, don't we?

These are called growing up, forgetting something, and then remembering something. There is a word: growth.

commemorate

forget

Chapter 9: Growing Memory

In my memory of growing up, there are joys, sorrows, sorrows, bitterness and bitterness. They are like colorful rocks, building my land, supporting my hardships like unique moonlight, and shining in my heart like unique pearls. Brilliant interstellar has a funny past and a sad "song of tears".

Recalling the past when I was growing up, I can't help but think of that thing that made me a man shy. On that day, my father happily invited some friends to drink, and I looked at them stupidly. There are big bottles and small bottles. They all drank so much that my mouth watered. That's anxiety and urgency! I stared at the large bottle. "Ha" I took the bottle of "drink" with a swish and stumbled to the bedroom. I learned from my father's drinking and took a sip of "gee", but I haven't eaten yet. I can't wait to pick up the drink and pour it into my mouth. I drank it myself whether I like it or not. A big bowl of water was destroyed by me. Only then did I understand that this "drink" was a "drink". When I drink, I tremble like Lu on TV. When I feel dizzy, I fall asleep in bed. When I woke up from a deep sleep, I rubbed my hazy eyes and felt warm and wet under my ass. At this time, three words "wetting the bed" flashed through my mind, which was terrible. I shudder at the thought of "dad's braised squid", so I quickly took Puckilo and a brush to settle the bill. Finally, the paper couldn't hold the fire and the stuffing was exposed.

There are many interesting things and endless fun. Of course, I also have a sad past, full of five flavors. Of course, I also have a sad past.

This summer vacation, our family moved and lived in a spacious building. It seems to be a happy thing, but I am always unhappy, because the baby Doudou is going to resign, and I reluctantly sent it to my grandmother's house. But in less than a month, I fell into the abyss and never came back. It hurts every time I think about it, because I lost another good friend.

Yes! It is these joys and sorrows that have constructed my wonderful growing experience. Let me grow up with colorful memories.

Article 10: increasing memory

Cry, oh! I am not a girl who loves to cry, and there are no tears in my life. However, I am also a sensitive girl. For sad memories, I hope to bury them in my heart, and this dusty memory often comes from a moment that is too subtle to describe, like a flood. ...

Once upon a time, I began to be full of illusions about the program and vowed that I couldn't take it. However, reality broke my imagination. Later, I came to the garden and started a new junior high school life. At first, I seemed to be a very quiet girl, but some students in my class kept bothering me. For example, A, the first person I met when I entered school, has been scolding me since I met him. B so is it. After sitting behind me, he started bullying me. About 10 boys will bother me one day. I put up with it. Learning Committee member, English class representative, I finally know that it is not so easy. The first monthly exam, age 5 1, class 1. My light shows again, and I was promoted to the position of monitor. I thought my life would be better. Unexpectedly, c tripped me twice, a continued to attack, and d began to join ... fortunately, I have a good relationship with girls and I am accompanied by ya. However, just when C tripped me up, I didn't want people to stubbornly touch the wall and feel my numb legs. I went downstairs bit by bit with a straight face, and on the day when Fang Heya left and they all bullied me, I cried, and I cried very sadly. For the first time, I felt the loneliness after the sharp edge, and for the first time I had the loss of reaching the top.

This exam also made me speechless. Seven times, seven times were outside 100, which made me unbearable. I began to laugh and laugh without restraint, but my heart was as bleak as water. I actually feel very lonely. The friendship that originally belonged to me and completely belonged to me was lost. She has changed and become scheming. She smiled while jealous of others. Once, I was so happy to welcome her. Now, I look at their backs. Others are always one-on-one. It's like I'm always destroying the perfect combination of others. When I open my heart to others, I always stay away from them. I always show disdain, but who knows how much I care? I used to hide at home alone, crying loudly and crying about my miserable junior high school life. I don't understand. Am I really annoying?

Later, A went to borrow a book, and B stopped bothering me. C didn't say a word for almost a day, and D still bothered me occasionally. ...

I looked at the strange me in the mirror and smiled. I happened to find that I miss A a little. He is very careless. His character is still like this. Why should I care? B, I'll still be angry at his words, but I'm not so sad. C is the same, in our nature, only occasionally I think of his surprised expression when he tripped me. At home, I was often bullied by Christine's brother, saying it was fun to bully me, and they didn't mean it! Take provoking me as a way to enhance friendship.

In fact, I can spend these two years with a smile. The sky can be blue and the clouds can be white. Why can't my smile be warm?

The trace of growth is the interweaving of smiles and tears. When you are bitter, your mouth can be stubbornly raised, and when you lower your head, you will tremble and cry from your heart. ...

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Chapter 1 1: increasing memory

The wheel of time ran over one deep wheel print after another, leaving me with a string of colorful memories. Looking back, it is still an endless field, a vast expanse of whiteness. Snow-white cotton bloom fell, fell and opened. 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 in full bloom happily, and smiled so brightly that the wrinkles around her eyes opened. 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, which 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.

Chapter 12: the process of growth

In the process of growing up, everyone can't be smooth sailing, and there will be many setbacks and bumps. In the long growing years, there are sunny days and rainy days, and there are prosperity and adversity. What we need is encouragement when we encounter setbacks and bumps.

The power of encouragement is enormous, permanent and indelible. If you give him (her) an encouragement when he (she) encounters a major setback and is about to give up his life, you can save a person's life.

Growing up, I have personally experienced the great power of an encouraging word. That was some time ago, because of poor grades in junior high school study and life. Now, I am not a good student at school, but I want to commit suicide. When my mother found out, she gave me an encouragement and said, "Nothing. You will learn well in junior high school. This is the beginning. " Although this sentence was unusually dull, it immediately eliminated half of my impulsive performance at that time. This is enough to see the power of encouragement, which is indispensable for growth.

Growth-stepping into life, chewing the connotation of life, savoring life and experiencing the hardships of life is the best time, so it needs encouragement more in growth.

The power of encouragement is enormous, which can make us stand up from ups and downs and enable us to overcome setbacks in setbacks. Overcome difficulties in difficulties, in this growing period, let encouragement accompany us through this beautiful and difficult period!

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13: My growing process

Looking at the blue sky today, I can't help feeling that life is a dream, a long dream. I have been in poor health since I was born, and my family's economy is not rich. My birth and my body are undoubtedly worse for my family. My parents worked hard to earn money for me just to make me live a good life.

However, I have more and more minor problems. I often catch a cold and have a fever. I got pneumonia several times and spent more and more money on me. Sure enough, finally mom and dad divorced. My mother didn't give up on me because of this, but worked harder to earn money. My mother threw herself into her work. Thanks to my mother's efforts, I grew up smoothly.

Although the road to growth was difficult and bumpy, my mother and I survived all the way. I wonder how much sweat and blood we shed on the road!

I finally stepped into the gate of primary school. Since I entered primary school, my physical defects have aroused the ridicule of my classmates. I wore a hat for a long time because I often took injections and medicine when I was a child, and my hair was incomplete. I didn't understand at the time, so let them laugh.

On the way home from school, there are pointing voices behind the passing places. what can I do? Don't let them talk? I am a child. Is it possible for me? I have to swallow my pride and live. After graduating from primary school, I went to junior high school, and my mother took me to form a new family. Not long after, I had a younger brother, so cute.

Under the ridicule of my classmates, I thought about suicide more than once. I think suicide may be free. Every time I think about it, I suddenly think of my brother, grandmother, mother, stepfather and other people who love me. My brother is so cute, my grandmother is so kind, my mother's expectant eyes and my stepfather's coquetry eyes. I won't give up. I love them. I am very happy to see my brother running over and shouting "Brother, Brother …". My stepfather patted me on the shoulder and shouted, "Son!" I feel I have something to lean on. When I go to school, my grandmother will say to me, "slow down!" " There are many cars on the road! "I think someone loves me and I love them. The heart that wants to commit suicide is gone in an instant. Let's live a good life! Live for my family, for those who love me and for those I love. ...

Chapter 14: His growth process

From the day he was born, his identity was very different from that of a city dweller, because he was a farmer for generations, and when his parents helped him register, they could only help him register in the countryside.

He can only get a hukou in a big city through his own struggle. After graduating from high school, taking the national college entrance examination is his only chance to jump out of the farm. For thousands of children of farmers in Qian Qian, he is lucky. His parents patched together and the national student loan finally helped him pay the tuition fee for the first year, and he finally got knowledge in the university as he wished. He studied hard to get a scholarship and went to work during the holidays to earn some living expenses, because he really couldn't bear to take more of his parents' hard-earned money. He found himself really humiliated in college. He can't draw, play musical instruments, know Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, read martial arts novels, know the usage of Mp3, and know what a walkman is. His English is deaf-mute English, and his English pronunciation is incomprehensible to both China and foreigners. However, he dared to face difficulties and constantly made up for his shortcomings in English pronunciation. Four years later, he finally got a college diploma. It is not easy for him to find a job with a monthly salary of 2000 yuan in the city. He wants to rent a house, pay utilities, gas and telephone bills, and send money back to his hometown for his six siblings to study. The poor money left is not enough to go to the teahouse for snacks. After several years of struggle, he finally integrated into this international metropolis.

He is no different from the white-collar workers around him now. If you are a migrant worker who has no college degree as a coolie, you will definitely not sit and chat with white-collar workers over tea. His growth process was hard, but he had to make great efforts for something that was easy to get in the city.

Chapter 15: My growing process

I have gradually forgotten my childhood self. When I look back, I suddenly find that "I" is so. ...

Vague impression, the day before I entered kindergarten, I was picked up by my parents from my grandmother's house, and I felt so strange to everything next to me. I don't know everyone my age here. I only know that I will grow up with them.

At the beginning of school, I cried and cried to sit with my neighbor's children, and she insisted. The teacher has no choice but to obey my wishes. When I was young, I was an overbearing girl.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a girl in grade six. I like to sit quietly in my seat and read my composition. No matter how noisy it is, I just sit in my seat and taste the charm of my composition alone. I don't like talking to people very much in class. Occasionally, after class, I will talk to my close friends and then go back to my seat. Because, I find that talking with people is not as enjoyable as reading. At that time, I thought it was my best playmate, and every friend of mine was not worthy of articles that people could follow. At that time, I didn't know what friends meant. I simply think that people who are willing to play with themselves are their good friends, and I have never thought about whether to cherish them. In the sixth grade, I am a girl who likes reading and doesn't know how to cherish friendship.

After entering junior high school, I no longer like to sit quietly in my seat and read books. I like chatting with old friends and new classmates, which I think is very interesting. Meanwhile, I began to change. From the girl who doesn't like walking around after class to a girl who likes chatting, joking and bickering, I began to become very lively and stopped eating composition books that I thought were more precious than my friends. I even think those books are boring. Why did I like them so much in primary school? I feel that I have changed a lot. I don't know what changed me, and I'm a little confused. Now, I am very happy. I know how to cherish the hard-won friendship between friends and understand that books are not as valuable as friends.

Only friends are eternal.