Practical growth diary essay 8
Turning the corner of the day has passed, I believe that we all have a lot of experience, why not take advantage of the time to hurry to write a diary. Come to refer to the diary is how to write it, the following is I help you to organize the growth of the diary essay 8, welcome to read and collection.
Growth Diary Essay Part 1
After 11 spring, summer, autumn and winter, I grew up little by little, my mother grew old little by little, but her love and care for me has never been broken. Especially in learning, it is more serious.
I remember a test results from the expected difference is too far, mom in a fit of pique even parents will not go.
The next day is Saturday, early in the morning mom did not call me to get up early, I know that the reason is not good, but still pleasing to ask my mother why I did not call me, get is my mother ignored me, as if I do not from in the same way.
Breakfast mom quickly finished eating the bowl washed, and did not urge me. I will be extremely masterless, the heart is not solid, but still can not help but fight against mom.
In the afternoon, I was again not grueling to watch TV, and I intentionally sat next to my mom and talked to her, hoping that she would talk to me, but she did not even look at me. Normally, she would have been patient and talked to me, or in that case, just said, "Don't watch TV, do your own thing (that is, go study). It seemed that my mom was really pissed off, I was at a loss, I couldn't help but glance at the TV, and my mom was still ignoring me. I was a bit on pins and needles at this point, and finally glanced at the TV again and went back to my room to study in a boring way.
Because of the psychological insubstantiality, the mind is also outside the room, this time I heard outside the room, mom's soft footsteps, not long after, and a burst of footsteps came to my room outside, I hurriedly remind myself to rest assured that learning.
It turned out that mom is not regardless of me, a look, an action, it is always intentionally or unintentionally to remind me, only the method is different. I secretly said to myself: Mom still loves me the most, I have to study hard, can not live up to all that Mom has done to me, Mom, I understand your heart!
Growing up diary essay Part 2
We grew up from a wailing child to a knowing and intelligent student, growing up, experiencing success, failure, joy, this time and again experience, is a story, for our life to add a brilliant stroke.
That was a story not long ago. One day, the teacher said there is a composition contest, each class sent the strongest players. My classmates highly recommended me, I was a little fluttery, in the teacher and classmates recommended, I was selected as the class representative, to participate in the essay competition. These days, my classmates know that I am going to participate in the essay competition, they have lent me essay books to read, patted me on the shoulder, full of expectations, said: "You must do your best! Our hopes are pinned on you."
"I will try my best." I replied with a smile. Teachers also often comment and modify my composition, looking at teachers and classmates look forward to the eyes, I am more motivated, every day buried in hard work, want to get a good ranking, for the class to win the glory, do not want to let the classmates look forward to the eyes of the dim.
The days before the essay contest, I was both excited and nervous. I was afraid that I would be disappointed by my teachers and classmates if I failed to win, and I would not be able to face them. This idea was like a stone that had been suppressed in my heart. However, this fear was not superfluous. I, fell out of the election! I walked on the road, my eyes staring blankly and the corners of my mouth twitching involuntarily, I seemed to be laughing at myself. The trusting gazes of my classmates, the expectant smiles of my teachers, and their words of encouragement echoed in my ears for a long time. And I let their expectations become bubbles, disappearing with my failure.
I unknowingly walked into a forest, then, not far away from a crisp bird song. I smelled the sound and looked, only to see a weak bird lying on the ground, seems to want to raise its wings to fly, but lost its strength and could not get up. I wanted to help it, it saw me, seemed a little afraid, black eyes kept turning, I had to hide behind a tree, watching its movements. The bird struggled to flap its wings, and after flying in the air in a wobbly circle, it fell heavily to the ground again. It still persisted, and finally, after three attempts, it flew into the blue sky. I was shocked by this scene, there are many experiences in life, it is okay to fail, as long as you get up again where you fell down, after trying again and again, you will eventually succeed.
Growing up is a process of honing, there is no success without failure, there is no gain without pay, you were a sapling, growing up into a big tree, we have to correctly face the growing up of the drop, do a successful person!
I enrolled in the holidays in an OU study class, is five people together, so it is also called "five people small stove class". I didn't want to enroll in this class at first, but I felt that I had to enroll in one because I was going to be promoted to junior high school. On my first day, I met a new teacher and classmates. The teacher was a college student and my classmates were all from different schools, so we didn't know each other well and couldn't play together. On the second day, the situation changed. Two of my classmates became my good friends, the teacher became closer to me, and I became friends with the teacher in the classroom, but the other two classmates were like natural rivals. We ran in circles during class, and I soon realized that one of my friends was a big "painter". The teacher chatted with me during class, and when she realized that I was a student of Tsinghua University, she was very happy and gave me high expectations and attention, and soon my grades in the class skyrocketed. In the classroom whenever we get the questions right, the teacher gives a medal and has a summary at the end.
Time like running water, a blink of an eye eight days of happy learning time passed, and finally I did not live up to the teacher's expectations, the test got first place, and the medals are also my most (35). Finally received a first prize certificate of honor. We have not wasted our time in these eight days, we have learned a lot of knowledge, but also made new friends, the teacher and we have become good friends. After finishing the program, I was very fond of my teacher, so I took the bus home with her. On the way home, my teacher said that she would come to see me sometime and that I would never forget her. When I got off the bus, I waved my hand with my teacher and said, "Goodbye! I hope I can meet this teacher again in the future. I hope I can meet this good teacher again.
Growth Diary Essay Part 4Thursday, October 4, cloudy
My bean babies have a lot of strength! This morning I saw that the babies had already lifted the "quilt" that I had put over them. They have grown very tall, and the tallest one is already 14 centimeters long! Their leaves look like a pair of scissors and the tail of a swallow! Mom said, "This is the whole process of germination, and in a few days they'll turn into delicious bean sprouts!" I was amazed and opened my eyes wide, thinking it was too interesting!
Growth Diary Essay Part 5I stayed in my mother's stomach for nine months, and it was hard for me to get out of my mother's stomach, so I was carried away by those doctors wrapped in cloth. "Eh, it hurts yeah! Be gentle!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but all they heard was my "wah, wah, wah" cry. I wanted to cry as loud as I could to keep those doctors at bay, but I was so tired that I fell asleep without realizing it.
......
"Ouch, wooah!" I desperately tried to open my eyes, but they were like an iron door that I had to be strong enough to open. "Waaaaaah!" Again, all I could do was cry to represent what I was feeling inside. "Your baby seems to be awake, it's time to breastfeed." It was the nurse lady's voice. Milk? That was the first term I was exposed to. What in the world was it? Is it good? No matter what, I must eat a little more, so that I can have the strength to open my eyes and see what the world is really like. After a while, I was carried to the bed, a pair of big hands around me. This is my mom's hands, right, so smooth oh! So I snuggled into my mom's arms and sucked on her milk to my heart's content. Good drink! ...... full, I suddenly felt a breath upward, "gulp", burped, and a little milk spilled out of my mouth. "Yo, so young to know torture mommy?" Hey, I really wanted to respond with, "I can burp if I want to, what do I care." But then I cried again instead. It's my nature to eat and sleep, so I went back to dreamland: I was in a fantastical space, rolling. Rolling, rolling, rolling hard. "Boom!" I suddenly fell out of that fantastical space ...... I was awakened and my eyes opened a little, "Light! I see light!" I was extra excited this time, so my cries were extra loud! "Don't cry don't cry!" Mom said nervously. "Who's crying, I'm just excited!" But I stopped crying as I read that my mom was too timid to stand up to me, so I stopped crying.
......
For a long time I spent my days eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and crying. Happily, I finally opened my eyes and saw my beautiful young mom, my handsome dad, and my old, strong grandparents. Most of all, my first birthday was coming up and I could feast (still on milk)! "Honey, what do you think would be a good name for this baby?" Name, was the second term I heard. What is that one? What is it used for? Hey, it's really a matter of the heart, not the point! I had just questioned so much when my dad said to me, "Son, there are many people in the world, and to distinguish them from each other, you need to give them names. Names are for people to call, so ah, I'm going to give you a good name!" Oh, so that's what it is. What exactly would be a good name for me? 'Mei-er', is that my name? (My grandmother called me that since I was a little girl.) Hey, it gives me a headache just thinking about it... Forget it, go back to sleep.3.23! Birthday is here! "Wow!" I signaled with a cry that I wanted milk. A moment later, my mom came over to me with a plate of colorful stuff in her hand. Uh, it's not going to be poisonous ！！！！！
"Ah, open your mouth!" Mom told me to open it, so I did. She scooped a spoonful and put it in my mouth, it was even better than milk oh! Sweet and a little creamy. "This is called cake, and since it's your birthday, it's called birthday cake!" I was very happy with this explanation and nodded my head as I cried.
......
In the end, I was named Yang Yan. The adults wanted me to be, well-spoken; articulate; rich in language and sense of humor. But I didn't know what those words meant. All I knew was that from then on, I was called "Yang Yan, Yang Yan" by the adults.
When I was a kid, I was a "little cutie" who didn't know anything. I remember once, my grandfather's birthday, my parents took me to my grandfather's home, on the way they repeatedly urged me to say: "Today's grandpa's birthday, you can be honest, do not break the bowl or cup, do not talk nonsense, give grandpa a toast must be said to wish life words." I nodded and memorized every word they said.
When I came to Grandpa's house, the guests were already here, and everyone was sitting at the table, ready to eat, just waiting for Mom, Dad and me. That day at noon the meal is really a lot, I was the first to move chopsticks, just as I ate with relish, my mother made a wink to me, I understood, immediately stood up, hands raised his cup to his grandfather, said: "Happy Birthday to Grandpa! Like ......" I forgot what to say below for a moment. I thought for a moment, I had read in the encyclopedia that turtles are a kind of long-lived animal, and there was also a picture of "Yaochi Golden Turtle" in my grandpa's room, so I went on to say, "I wish grandpa a long life like a turtle!" I thought everyone would praise me for my understanding, but to my surprise, everyone looked at me blankly, and my parents were so ashamed that I didn't know what to do, so my grandpa helped me out and said, "Children's words are reckless! It doesn't matter!" When I got home, I was severely criticized and educated by my parents. Until I went to elementary school, I didn't understand how naive and ridiculous my behavior was at that time.
Now, I am no longer the "little cute", I am a middle school student. I am no longer as young and ignorant, childish and naughty, I can help my parents do housework at home, in school I am a good helper of the teacher, outside can also be helpful. ( )
A few days ago, I went home from school, into the neighborhood of the trail, just after the rain, the ground is everywhere water. Suddenly a child riding a bicycle in front of the slippery road from the car fell down, that is a corner, there is no one. I saw that the kid seemed to have fallen badly, so I rushed forward to help him up and picked up his bike, and asked him if his fall was serious. He was very grateful and said, "Thank you! I just broke some skin on my right hand, it's fine, you go first." I was very happy, this was the first time a stranger thanked me, I replied, "No need to thank you, I'll go first, you take it easy." The kid smiled at me.
Now, we are all grown up, many things can be solved by themselves. But we still have a lot of life truths to learn ...... Only if we keep learning, we can grow up healthily.
Growing Up Diary Essay Part 7I have always been a good boy, really, very good, so good that, when my mother asked me to brush the dishes, I would never even brush the pot together! I've always been a meek child, really, very meek, very meek, so meek that, I can't find words to describe!
However, I don't know when I started, but the very good, very gentle me disappeared, really disappeared. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get it right. I don't even know. Mom began to count me, began to quarrel with me, began to lose temper at me, began to be angry with me! I was scared, really scared. I didn't dare to do anything, I didn't dare to speak, I didn't dare to cry. Just live my silent life quietly. However, my mother did not let me go, my mother poked me in the head and said that I did not put her in the eye, that I was such a small girl to learn to be so arrogant, that I was so big, but also so rude, and so disrespectful to elders!
Just a person facing the mirror touching the place where she poked red to be dumbfounded!
Later, she simply stopped caring about me and pretended that I was not in the family!
I heard her say to others that this child is hopeless, so old, can not do anything, very lazy, very lazy, and very disobedient!
This time I cried, really, I really cried! I feel stupid, really stupid. Thought that as long as I don't do things that make her unhappy, she will forget my bad. But I didn't realize that the good things one does are easily forgotten, while the bad things one does, even if they are only as big as a sesame seed, are easily remembered for the rest of one's life.
But I don't know, what bad things I have done. Who knows, who knows? Maybe only mom knows, only mom knows, because she can always fry in me is egg on the bone! You guys don't think I wasn't born to her. I am, I am her October pregnancy, very hard to give birth to. Don't you guys get it? I also do not understand, perhaps this is her unique way of education!
I started to grow up and became better behaved, really better behaved, became that she didn't have to say anything, I went and did the dishes, and scrubbed the pots and pans! She also changed, became counting me again, arguing with me, snapping at me, getting mad at me! I sometimes get angry and think I'm going to go crazy sooner or later on these days. But I persuade myself: I'm a very good, gentle child! I can't be a bad child!
But I didn't know that in my mom's eyes, I was already a bad boy!
Alas, it's really a pity! So good, so good child has become a bad boy!
Today, Mr. Fan gave us a special observation assignment - the bean baby growth diary.
Once home, I can not wait to take out some green beans, I want to give them a painful bath. Green beans appearance is yellow-green, hard and round, I soak them in water, there are a few naughty bean baby did not jump into the water, but on the ground and companions jumped up square dance, I hastily pick them back and put them into the water, the few bean baby finally quiet down. Two hours later, I went to see the bean babies, eh? How did the bean babies become little old men? Some of them became wrinkled, like eighty-year-old grandfather, too funny. Some also blew blisters, they seem too thirsty, looking at a grain of green like emerald bean babies, I am looking forward to them having new changes.
Friday, September 26, 20xx, clear
In the afternoon, when I came home from school, I couldn't wait to come to the kitchen to see if my green beans babies have new changes. Sure enough, they have become "little fat beans", some of them have already broken the beautiful green dress, revealing the white fat belly, lovely, some of them from the middle of the body of the small slit issued buds, tender and a little curly.
I will take good care of my bean babies, tomorrow they will bring me what surprise?
Saturday, September 27, 20xx Sunny
As soon as I woke up in the morning, I thought of my bean babies again. The bean babies have a new change, today all the green bean babies' body and clothes have been separated, and bare bare body.
Looking at the changes in the bean babies, I am very accomplished, so happy!
Sunday, September 28, 20xx Rain
When I came home from school in the afternoon, I dashed to the kitchen to see if my baby beans had sprouted.
I thought to myself that the bean babies' buds should have grown much longer, but it turned out that some of them looked like tadpoles with little tails; some of them looked like punctuation marks commas, bending their bodies, and some of them tilted their heads; it was as if they were saying to me "Thank you, little master, for taking such good care of us." Looking at these cute little elves, full of happiness.
I hope the cute baby beans grow up quickly.
Monday, September 29, 20xx, clear
Today after school, I was a hundred thousand fire to fly home, rushed into the kitchen to look at my bean babies, to see if they have grown long bean sprouts. To my regret none of the bean babies have changed much.
I changed the water again, and each of them had a little ponytail, and the pigtails were intertwined, like children playing the hole game.
The baby beans, I hope you will grow up quickly, like me, the body grows great.
It turns out that the growth of baby beans is also a very difficult thing. I think: I should be like my mother to take care of me, they are full of love, patience, careful, baby beans can thrive.
Comments: This article uses a continuous diary narrative technique to specifically describe the process of bean growth. Day by day observation, the beans are slowly sprouting and growing, so that the reader seems to personally witness the changes. The use of anthropomorphism, simile and other techniques on the beans in the process of growth is vividly depicted, lively and lovely. The small author of the baby beans care and attention to care, revealing a deep love. More can see that the small author is a loving child.
The whole article is a pleasure to read!
;