The story of growing up ticks, and I know my life is flowing at that time. "As time goes on, we become more and more mature and smart. Everything in life is a process of our growth. To taste what we have lost and what we are losing is to taste our life. The story that happened around us is the story of growing up in our life, and our life is full of sunshine for improvement.
The story of growing up is like the stars all over the sky, some of which flow far away like the Yellow River water, but the other part is deeply imprinted in my mind.
When I was six years old, my grandfather bought me a bike. Because the bicycle has wheels on the left and right, it won't fall down. I used to ride it when I was a child, but I didn't like it very much later. I put it in the garage and it has accumulated a thick layer of dust. One day when I came home, I saw a boy about my height riding a bike skillfully in the community. That's great! When I got home, I clamored for my mother to take two small wheels off my bike. My mother said to me, "If you take the little wheel apart, you will fall heavily." I said, "I'm not afraid of pain." In the end, my mother couldn't beat me, so she had to take two small wheels apart.
The next day happened to be Sunday, and the weather was particularly sunny. My mother was resting at home. She woke me up early in the morning. I asked my mother doubtfully what it was. My mother said, "I'll teach you to ride a bike today." I was ecstatic and quickly put on my pajamas. Pushing my bike out of the garage, my mother helped me ride it at first, but as soon as my mother let go, I fell to the ground. Finally, I couldn't hold on, shouting "I don't practice." Get ready to go home in a rage. At this time, my mother said to me loudly, "coward, I can't stand this pain." I must not be afraid of suffering, and I must not give up halfway. " Then she said softly, "I believe you will succeed!" " "My mother's words encouraged me. I rode again with pain and fell down again and again. Finally, my mother let go, but I got on the bike and didn't fall. " I made it. "I shouted.
This is just an episode in my growing up. But through this incident, I understand that no matter what kind of difficulties I encounter, I must have perseverance and confidence.
Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
The story of growing up Even though I am bound by countless weeds and grow up like the carved sun in my heart, there is still a mountain side to inhabit. Although it is not the brightest, it is still the most nostalgic. -inscription
Perhaps the story of growing up is full of weather, but even if it is insignificant, it will make people memorable.
Learning to ride a bike is a growing shell in my own life, which is a particularly profound experience for me. This experience took me nearly a week to "rack my brains" to get this result.
I have poor balance. At that time, I fell down again and again, feeling tired and annoyed. Gave up. I try not to think about it. Two days later, I once walked into the basement and caught a glimpse of my bike. I couldn't help walking to the bike and holding the cold handlebar again. On a whim, I thought that others would ride and work harder than myself, so I had no reason to refuse. So, the past is coming again now. Finally, one day, when I saw that I could ride, I suddenly felt that wrestling was nothing before, and now I still can't resist a trace of joy.
Smile, you can do it yourself! I believe that the next time I fall and look up, it will be another warm smile. Maybe growth encouraged me. Its smile reassured me. Seriously: our contract to go to the blue sky and the reason to fly are our wings.
There is also a story of growing up.
Mother gave birth to a younger brother, who is now two years old. He's cute. I like him very much. Although he sometimes brings me trouble, he brings me more happiness. As soon as I reached out, he jumped on me and asked me to hold him. He followed me as soon as he saw me, and he went wherever I went. He is a small follower.
Every family may have a new life, and the youth of this life is the most naughty. The same is true for my younger brother-almost all day long, my sister or mother calls me, and some "accidents" happen every day, such as books being torn; The pen was removed; Toilet paper was dragged out of a pile, and bits and pieces were scattered on the ground, bed and table by him. ...
Every time I come to this scene, I still laugh, thinking about narrowing my brother's shortcomings and magnifying his advantages. I still think my brother is extremely cute.
Grow up.
There are several "unworthy" growth stories, which may not be smooth sailing, but will still light up the bright light in my heart.
The story of growing up after so many years, my childhood has long since left me. The fragments flashed in front of my eyes, making me dizzying. Although childhood is gone forever, many past events cannot be forgotten. Looking back now, they are still vivid in my mind, which makes me hard to let go.
Everyone must have eaten marshmallows. It tastes like My Sweetie's, and it melts in the mouth, leaving people with infinite reverie. Trying to grasp the feeling of happiness, it always escapes cunningly, making people taste it one after another, and the volume is getting smaller and smaller. After eating one, they still want to eat. When I was a child, I liked to eat cotton candy.
That day, the sun was shining and mottled spots were sprinkled on the cabinets and beds. I am playing hide-and-seek with them. My mother spread the sun-dried quilt on the balcony and let them enjoy sunbathing. I took a casual glance and saw some silk cotton in the quilt. My mouth is watering, and I remember that string of marshmallows that I will never forget. I couldn't help tearing off a lot of cotton from the quilt, and then I ran into the kitchen and sprinkled sweet and thick icing on the cotton candy. Ok, the delicious "cotton candy" is ready! At least, that's what I think in my young mind.
Okay, I'm done. It's time to taste the fruits of my labor! With this idea, several smiles appeared on my face, and I couldn't wait to take the first bite. Hey, what's this? It tastes terrible! I racked my brains to think back, and the final result was: someone must have switched my marshmallows! As soon as I came to a conclusion, I rushed into the balcony to "play tricks on" my mother. "Come on, you stole my marshmallows?" I threw the fake sugar on the ground and asked angrily. "What sugar?" My mother is a monk named Zhang Er. She doesn't know. As he spoke, he glanced at the ground, and then suddenly realized that he almost didn't laugh off his big teeth: "Hahahaha ... how can you eat cotton in the quilt ... Hahahaha ..." Laughed with tears. Looking at my mother's series of reactions, I have no idea!
There are countless ancient things that grew up, such as pearls. This story is probably a wonderful flower here! I hope to return to the past full of innocence and fun, and look forward to a better and happier future!
My mother said that when I was a child, I cherished things very much, and I cried when I was dirty and broke. I remember playing with my uncle's brother every day when I was a child, saying that he was only half a year younger than me. My brother is clever, but a little overbearing. When things went wrong, he cried and made a scene. I feel wronged to let him do everything. Once, he broke my beloved toy, and I cried for a long time and refused to talk to him for several days. Sometimes I ask my mother that I don't want to be his sister. My mother always patiently advised me that my brother was too young to understand.
Later, my brother and I entered primary school, still in grade one. We learn knowledge every day and learn a lot. Slowly, I found that my brother's temper became much better. We seldom get angry and fight. I find my brother has many advantages. For example, I learned electronic piano from my brother, but I didn't stick to it. My brother keeps practicing every day. 10 It's time for the exam. My mother said that my brother was persistent and wanted to learn from him. Now my brother and I both learn hard pen calligraphy, and my brother has made rapid progress. We are studying.
I am happy when I go to school every day. But occasionally you will encounter unhappy things. I didn't go to class in the afternoon because I didn't feel well the other day. A classmate came to tell me that my composition book was torn. I'm a little skeptical. I took it and saw that the whole book was "torn to pieces". I was surprised and thought: Who tore it? After class, the teacher asked Wang Yiwen to help me stick it on. It took us several breaks to glue the pages together. Some students were very angry and said, "Who is so hateful? Tear people's composition books like this! " I thought to myself, never mind who tore it, just paste it, never mind who did it. Forgiving others is forgiving yourself. I'm really not angry at all.
Later, I told my mother about it. My mother was surprised at my performance and praised me for a long time. My mother said that before, I would have cried with anger. I said, "I won't cry about this little thing." My mother looked at me happily and said, "son, you have really grown up." Remember, be good to yourself. Mom is so happy for you! "
My mother said, I don't know what I will become when I grow up. I hope I can become beautiful, smart and tolerant, be a person who has the ability to help others, and be happy every day.
The story of growth Some people say that growth is difficult. Some people say that growth is slow; Others say that growth is happy; Others say that growing up is painful. Their answers are like white clouds in the sky, with various forms and unique styles. I think growth is interesting.
Time is passing, I know time is passing. I put aside the door of time and looked at me in the third and fourth grades. I am alive and kicking. At that time, my exam results were still good. When I go home to show off, my father always says don't be proud and try to do better in the next exam. However, I didn't get the ideal result in the CET-4, and my father yelled at me as soon as he got home from work. Later, my mother said to me angrily; "You will live in your aunt's house in the future and let your brother teach you well." At first, I didn't understand what my mother meant. In the afternoon, I was playing with my brother. I asked my brother how his father came back from work. The younger brother smiled and said, "Dad will pick me up and Mom will go to Linyi. Great!" "
Hearing my brother's answer, I went home in a daze. I seriously asked my mother, "Will Dad take you to Linyi?" "Yes, your father rented a shop and I went to help him." Mom said. "What about me?" I looked down and whispered. "Oh, you go to your aunt's house and study hard." I touched my head and said. I suddenly felt sour in my heart. I secretly cried, and tears fell like broken beads. I didn't sleep that night. I've been thinking all night. I said to my mother in the morning, "I quit school." When my mother heard this, she immediately reprimanded me, shed tears and gave me some instructions. Those two days were basically in Lacrimosa, and my mother was very angry. I went to school and my mother left. I came to menstruation's house and went home to see my grandma and family on weekends. When I got home and looked at the empty house, I couldn't help thinking of a warm scene in the past. Two tears, like a clear spring, swept across my cheek, which was the companionship of left-behind children.
With the growth of age, the sixth grade exam fell into a deep valley again, but when I got home, no one criticized me. Now I understand that criticism, whether mentally or physically, is a kind of happiness, 10 thousand times better than my lonely feeling.
Now, I understand that there are not only joys but also pains in growing up. That kind of pain is thought-provoking and intriguing, and that line of tears is the trace left by growth. Looking back suddenly, I found myself growing up and entering the future. Time inadvertently bounced off the old grid, covered with cobwebs and sealed every memory. This feeling of staying behind is dusty gold. If you don't use it, you will never know its true value and will not mature step by step. This is growth.
The story of growing up A lot of things happened on my growing road. Some make me happy, some make me sad, some make me happy, some make me happy. They are like the stars in the sky, countless, but I still remember some things.
It happened when I was four years old. That year, I went to kindergarten and finished class. I sit alone in my seat and draw. Yang Yang and Mingming are chasing each other in front of my desk. At this time, Yang Yang was clearly caught. In order to get rid of Mingming, Yang Yang reached into Mingming's armpit and scratched Mingming. Mingming spread out his hand and shouted, "It itches!" Yang Yang let go of his hand. I saw it and wanted to try it. I also scratched my armpit, but it didn't itch anyway. I thought, "Is there anything strange about me?" I can't help crying at the thought of it. When my classmates saw me crying, they all went to the teacher. The teacher rushed over and said to me gently, "What's the matter, is it uncomfortable?" I didn't say anything, thinking, "If the teacher knows that I have this strange disease, she will definitely ignore me. My classmates will also break up with me, so I can't say. " I stopped crying. I was very upset this afternoon. The teacher saw that I was insane and contacted my parents. As soon as I got home, my parents asked me what was wrong, so I had to confess, "My armpit can't itch." But other students feel itchy, and I have a strange disease. "Then I burst into tears, but my parents smiled and said," It's strange to itch! " "
Another time, my mother went to the mall to buy food. Seeing a steamed stuffed bun shop, I pestered my mother to buy me two steamed stuffed buns. My mother agreed, and the boss brought me two more steamed buns. I'm confused. Why did I get the steamed bread from above first? Mother said patiently, "The steam is rising, and the steamed buns on it are almost cooked!" " ""oh! No wonder all the goblins in Journey to the West steamed pigs on it. I see! " My words made everyone present laugh.
Now, whenever I think of these things, I can't help laughing. My growing experience is happy, and whenever I think of it, a sweet taste will come to my mind.
The story of growing up In the memory of growing up, I have experienced many things that I still remember, as many as stars, but one is the brightest. Let me tell the story behind this star.
After I finished the final exam that day, I saw a familiar question, "Isn't this what the teacher said yesterday?" I muttered something in my heart, only remembering the topic, but not the answer! Nervous mood arises spontaneously, with fine sweat on his forehead. I thought to myself: What can I do? This is a big problem, and the teacher also said it. How sad would it be if there were no teachers? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, thinking about what to do. At this time, the invigilator walked past me with his hand behind his back, looking at the students' answers while walking. I was embarrassed to cover the test paper. When the teacher turned around, I quietly wrote on the paper: See the third question in class? I folded this piece of paper into the smallest size, secretly handed it to Xiaohong behind me, and then immediately turned around. I'm afraid the teacher will find out. I heard Xiaohong open the note, as if writing the answer on a piece of paper. I threw the note while the teacher was not paying attention to Xiaohong. Like grasping at straws, I quickly opened the note and prepared to write the answer on paper. But when I opened the note, there were only three words: Do it yourself. At that time, my heart was like riding a roller coaster, falling all the way from the top of the mountain to the bottom.
After the exam, Xiaohong came to me and wanted to explain to me. Before she could say it, I said angrily, "Let's break up. Good friends should help each other, but you won't help me when I am in trouble. Are you laughing at me? "
On Monday, I came to school in the morning and found a Chinese analysis on my desk. I wonder who put the book on my desk. I opened the first page of the book, and there was a note in it: You are right, good friends should really help each other, but I don't think good friends should cheat each other. I have read this book. Let me help you learn it again. I believe you will make progress.
In the later days, Xiaohong accompanied me to study, gave me lectures and took me to analyze, which made me very moved and ashamed that I said so much to Xiaohong, until one day, I finally got up the courage and said to Xiaohong, "Xiaohong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you like that." Why don't we be good friends? " Xiaohong smiled at me, took my hand and said, "We have always been good friends and never leave!" "
The brightest star in my memory is so bright because it makes me understand the true meaning of friendship, and it will shine in the starry sky in my memory forever!
The story of growing up 8 Although the water droplets are small, they are not arrogant and give up on themselves. They are never discouraged and firmly believe that they will never give up until they reach their goals. A drop of water wears away the stone, the key lies in the word "constancy", which can give strength, strength and miracle.
I know I saw your smile.
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Perhaps, they don't have the IQ of ordinary people; Perhaps, their movements look awkward, but they have the purest eyes; But I have a bright smiling face. They are the athletes who recently participated in the Special Olympics in Shanghai!
654381October 4th, the12nd Special Olympics cycling race was held in Chongming Island. It is a great honor to be selected as a "Special Olympics Volunteer". Although the time is only half a day, it also makes me feel the atmosphere of Special Olympics. At the opening ceremony, athletes and workers from all corners of the country gathered together, with black hair, blond hair, brown hair ... black eyes, blue eyes ... white skin, yellow skin and black skin ... all ages are uneven, and the oldest and youngest are only eight years old, just reaching the standards of Special Olympics. At the same time, many volunteers dressed in orange kept shuttling through the crowd, smiling in the hot sun. They are Special Olympics volunteers with love in their hearts. Those contestants are all smiling because they are happy for the realization of their dreams; Those volunteers are all smiles because they are satisfied that they can help others.
A cyclist from the United States, I saw him burly and sweaty, flying past us. In an instant, cheers, horns and applause were integrated and resounded throughout the venue. Our eyes are mixed with affirmation, encouragement and hope. I think: their success is inseparable from hard training! Hard work pays off, and their Special Olympics athletes completed the whole race with firm and tenacious perseverance. As long as you work hard and sweat, everything will reach the other side of success.
IknowIcan！ I see your smile ... the world of laughter is full of love. On the road of life, there are too many hardships and pains; The road to success is accompanied by too many bumps. When you have experienced setbacks and hardships, once you enjoy the joy of success, it is really the most comfortable and cozy. I will never forget the story of growing up.
The story of growth Growth is a door. There are a group of beloved people in childhood, and spring is a long journey. Whenever this familiar "wish" rings in my ear, I will think of my own growth story.
I just turned 8 that year and went to the playground with my cousin.
When I first came to the playground, I saw three jumping poles of different sizes. When I look carefully, there is a scale on the pole. The highest is 120cm, followed by 80cm and the shortest is 60cm. Here are three pole vaults. Can you skip them? My cousin suddenly asked on a whim. Jump over? ! Let me open my mouth wide. Let's leave aside the pole of 120cm. It was not easy for me to just jump over the 80 cm pole at that time. The first one is 60 cm high, and I can dance easily. The second part was barely finished at the urging of my cousin. Next, I was in trouble. I hesitated in front of roof of the world for a long time and dared not jump. Sweat gradually seeped from my forehead. Jump. My cousin continues to encourage me, but sometimes such encouragement will backfire. But, I, but ..... I started to be incoherent. Afraid? My cousin spoke my mind. Well, I tried to calm myself down and take a deep breath. Afraid of what? Cousin is a little anxious, afraid of falling? Hmm. In order not to show nervousness, I choose to talk as little as possible. Look, this is a lawn. What will happen if you fall? This sentence seems to be full of magical power, which makes my mind stretch and my whole body relax. I believe that's what it's like to get a clear picture. I stepped back a few steps, mustered all my strength, and took out the momentum of a strong man's broken wrist, but when I ran to the telephone pole, I stopped like a conditioned reflex. My leg seems to be out of control, and it's going to be soft soon. Jump, what are you waiting for? Cousin seems really worried. No, do it again. I stepped back, took a deep breath and sprinted forward. The wind in my ear seems to cheer for me. It is getting closer and closer to the pole. I slowed down and jumped with all my strength ... yeah! I jumped over! I cheered happily, because this jump made me bid farewell to cowardice, move towards courage and grow into a brave person! !
Thinking of this, I had a pen in my hand and couldn't help laughing.
The story of growing up 10 In the process of growing up, I experienced many meaningful things, just like countless stars in the sky, everything was full of innocence and childlike interest.
I remember when I was four years old, my mother took me to pick cotton for my grandmother's house. I have never been to the fields, so I still remember it.
The sun was high that day, and mom and grandma put on hats, sun protection clothes, sacks and baskets, ready to leave for cotton fields. Mom also brought some snacks by the way, in case I was bored in the cotton field. Not long after I went out, I felt that I was going to be smoked by the sun, and my body was very hot. I saw the beads of sweat on my mother's and grandma's foreheads falling off one by one, and my back was soaked with sweat.
When I arrived in the cotton field, my mother asked me to sit on a stone and eat snacks, waiting for her and grandma, and told me not to run around, or I would be taken away by the bad guys.
Mom and grandma began to pick cotton in the cotton field. It's too hot. They picked the snow-white cotton and wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Sweaty hands wet the cotton. Slowly, my mother and grandmother disappeared before my eyes, and they walked into the cotton jungle. Without the voices of mom and grandma, I'm a little scared. I called my mother and grandmother softly, but they didn't respond to me. I'm even more panicked. When I was about to stand up and walk to the cotton field, suddenly, a gray toad jumped on my foot and I screamed. My screams scared my mother and grandmother. They called my name and ran to me.
I saw my mother as if she had emerged from the water and was soaked with sweat. I suddenly forgot so much and jumped on my mother. My mouth kept saying:
There are monsters, there are monsters. Mother gently put me down and pointed to the toad on the ground and said, "This is not a monster, but a local toad, but a master at eating pests!" " Thanks to its help, pests in crops can be removed, and it won't hurt you. "After listening to my mother, I tried to let my guard down. It was a false alarm!
Because I was afraid of being scared, my mother and grandmother took me home early. On the way home, looking at the cotton in grandma's laundry list made me feel a lot. How difficult it is to turn a seed the size of a bean into this white cotton! This is not only a reward for my grandmother's hard work, but also a harvest during my growth.