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Growing up with a colorful childhood, like a book with fairy tale stories; like a seven-color haze, bridging a bridge of love; like a bouquet of radiant flowers, beautiful and moving. My childhood is golden, because it is brilliant; my childhood is white, because it is so pure and flawless; my childhood is red, because it is full of joy; my childhood is blue, because it is full of fantasy ......
In a windy and sunny season, our class held a unique mountain-climbing activity.
The activity began, the students can not wait to rush up, scrambling to the mountain, like a group of bunnies scrambling, running, jumping, jumping. Along the way, the "green messenger" always with us as if to greet long-lost guests: spring flowers first yellow flowers, blooming spring information; grass is not willing to show weakness, secretly drilled out of the soil curious little head; small trees issued a small tender delicate new shoots, as if to the tree branches Set a green jewel; moonflower reveals a charming smile, red as fire, pink like Xia, yellow race gold ...... flower clusters, beautiful purple and red. Willow twisting its graceful branches, swaying with the wind, as if a girl in the river combing the long green hair. The river flows endlessly, like a white ribbon floating into the distance, in the sunlight, sparkling.
Walking, I suddenly realized that Li Xianghua behind me was missing. Just when I was anxious, from a bush came "Help!" The cry for help. I hurriedly walked over. "Hahaha ......" I laughed, it turned out that Li Xianghua walking, accidentally fell into a mud pit, and the soil to a big "kiss", full of mud, it looks like a mess! The face was covered with mud, and it was a terrible mess. On the side of Zeng Yajun thumbs up and said: "Li Xianghua, you can be really great! Climbing a mountain is actually 'climbing' a mountain!" Chen Lin immediately took over the topic and said, "Yes, yes, when you learn the 'Ground Penetrating Technique' and pop out of the mud, you can take me as your disciple and teach me!" Finished, they also respectfully kneeled down to perform a "worship" salute it! We were so happy. Later, we took Li Xianghua to the river, Li Xianghua face mud finally by the water "washed" away, but she is more and more dirty, like a cat with a big face. That look funny. "Hahahaha ......" students laughed, climbing activities in a laughter in the end. But it left us with unforgettable memories.
Growing up in childhood is a colorful poem, is a colorful painting, however, in the growth of this road, happiness and worry is like a pair of twin brothers, they always shine each other, never leave. The key lies in how you are to correctly view the happiness and trouble. If you only want to be happy and not worry, worry will be like a demon always entangled with you, so that you can not breathe, pain. If you can be optimistic and positive attitude to face the trouble, correctly recognize themselves, release the trouble, life will become more beautiful!
2. 500 words on the growth of the composition preferably purely handwrittenHow many times I want to follow your footsteps, how many times I want to listen to your heart, and how many times I want to recall the taste of your taste. Remembering the past dribs and drabs, cherishing the youthful years of today, unconsciously, I have slowly grown ......
In childhood, the taste of growth is warm and happy. The carefree childhood accompanied by naughty me, I remember my backyard, my mother took me for the first time to fly a kite, I always blame my mother on the side of the rusty, and again and again asked to personally fly a kite, as flying a distant dream of childhood. My mother smiled and put the kite down, carefully checking the kite and gently wrapping the string around the child's delicate fingers, just like every time my mother gently put a quilt on me. I ran with joy, letting the wind blow across my tender cheeks, but I could never let my dream fly. After a long time, my mother and I looked at each other and smiled, my mother patted me on the shoulder and held her rough but warm hand tightly in mine. At this moment, my mother ran with me, and she smiled brightly, just like me, because the kite was flown by us, and at the same time there was the same blessing from my mother and I***. At that time, I did not know what mother's love is, only know that the moment my mother held my hand, I felt unprecedented warmth, only know that my growth from now on can never be separated from it.
When I was a teenager, the taste of growing up was curious and confused. With the deepening of the contact knowledge, always full of curiosity about the unknown things in the world, in the face of my questions again and again, the cultural level is not too high, but the mother can always use her unique way to skillfully tell the truth of nature. Bright night sky, stars, that is the night sky of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a unique round of full moon hanging high on the branches, my father because of work reasons failed to work with my mother and I *** degree of the Mid-Autumn Festival, although there are regrets, but we are also very happy to play to the happy side, looking at the sky bright moonlight, could not help but ask: "Mom, why is the moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival so beautiful?" Mother could not help but be stunned, but then blossomed into a smile, a hint of wisdom flashed through her eyes, she said in a tone that could not be questioned and sweet, "In mom's opinion, the reason why the moonlight is so beautiful is because there are you. The reason the starry sky is so splendid is also because of you. The reason why mom is so happy, but also because of you ......" Gazing at my mother for a long time, I vaguely understand what my mother means, but also more curious and confused, this curious and confused until I gradually understand the mother's love.
Now, the taste of growing up is both painful and joyful. With the growth of age, so I know a lot of things, but also make me and my mother produced a generation gap, my mother is also increasingly strict on me, always feel that those who laughed and scolded in childhood intimate time can no longer come back, looking at the mother gradually aged white head and hidden wrinkles, remembering the past of childhood, there is always a stream of speechless bitterness, but also want to say and can not stop. Sometimes I really feel that growing up is so wonderful and yet confused, confused as to why growing up is so twisted and changing. Finally, after a satisfactory result, my mother finally showed a long-lost smile, this warm and simple smile in my opinion, such as childhood has not changed, at that moment, I really want to maintain my mother's smile forever, even if I have to spend my whole life. At that time, my mother didn't say anything, but just softly said a few words: "Work hard." But I knew that my mother was not happy for my grades, but for my growth. But it was these two simple words that my mother had painstakingly guarded for me for 16 years. At that moment, I understood the real taste of growth ......
Under the same blue sky, you, I or he may be growing or experiencing the taste of growth, may be everyone will have different feelings. But the taste of growth is never less than it, it is the guardian of our growth - mother's love
Title: The Taste of Growth
3. Give me a few pictures about the growth of the emergencyNo watermarked but it is a little difficult to find Oh, I still help you find a bit, wait for me to news
This is the baby period of the
The size of your own adjustments, and then send you the juvenile
This is the juvenile and grown-up
You can first write about childhood ah and so on
And then write about the current age of the things that happen
Finally write about the future of the daydreams, the composition will be a lot of pieces
4. junior composition "in the road to grow up", 200 to 300 words Sometimes I feel a little tired and want to drop some tears and get up to face it again after crying. Growing up, the road is very bumpy, but there are also flat places. The road to growing up is gentle, but there are mud puddles. When that tender little man stepped into the threshold of elementary school, the colorful childhood came. I fell in love with the joy of learning, from which I summarized knowledge and experience to fill the blanks of my mind. I gained friendships at the same time and found my other self in the rolling world. I am grateful to my friends, who make my thought field never barren, spring and fall year after year. I am also obsessed with books, the beautiful words, words and phrases of the chapter, like a bright light, in the dreary night tent light up my mind. In the learning life, I also experienced setbacks and failures, poor grades, errant, the beginning of their own will be on these only cowardly crying, but slowly, I learned to press the pain into the heart, with the life of the pain given to me to cleanse their own souls, in the process, I have become mature, strong and courageous. But inches of time as can not hold the quicksand, instantly from the fingers slip, six years of time passes in a flash, I graduated with reluctant feelings. But this six years I completely metamorphosed, this time I learned and harvested, will be the most valuable wealth in life.From the moment I stepped into the door of the middle school, I saw a flower in bloom. Yes, that is youth. I feel that I do not have the weakness of the previous, I began to dream obsessively, although the pursuit of dreams on the way there is suffering, but I will not stop the pace, I will use perseverance to pick up the heavy burden. I have learned more here, and the questions I had at an early age have been answered one by one. I hope to paint these years with vigor, perhaps some people say it is young and frivolous, but even though frivolous, so what? I will do my best to fight, because I do not want to leave regrets. Youth in anger, I want to use efforts and sweat to interpret this year, for it to sing.
Yes, this is exactly what happens on the way to growth. However, I am not afraid. Because, I have a pair of invisible wings. With my fantasy, swept through the despair to find hope. Take me against the wounds I have suffered, it is my true strength, learn to be stronger.
5. Growing up photo album essay; unintentionally opened the old photo album, fell into the seemingly near and far memories.
When I was a kid, I always hoped that I would grow up faster, and I wove a lot of dreams for myself. Unconsciously from childhood to adolescence, only to realize that growing up is not so happy! Under the sun a little girl foot skates, head with roller skating cap, hand arm with wrist guards, like a happy bird in the square free riding.
A moment later, the girl changed into Latin dance clothes, dancing in the center of the stage, face full of confidence smile. The girl grew taller, carrying a backpack, into the campus, bright red scarf fluttering in front of the chest.
The girl fell in love with reading, recognized Snow White and the seven dwarfs, liked Dorothy and her pals .... The girl traveled all over the country, the Great Wall in Beijing, the Shanghai World Expo, the underwater world in Dalian, the Window of the World in Shenzhen, the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, Sanya, Hainan, leaving her happy smiling face everywhere.
As the grade rises, the girl's schoolbag is getting heavier and heavier, she is a bit unhappy, she is so envious of the children's carefree childhood life abroad. Before she could complain, she hurriedly stepped into the ranks of junior high school students, said goodbye to colorful dresses, put on a simple school uniform, every day out of the morning and late at night, struggling in the sea of knowledge.
The number of exams has increased significantly, and the results have become higher than everything else. Parents' concerned eyes, careful care, the teacher's gaze of anticipation, patience, counseling, is the girl's motivation to learn. The girl knows that learning is a shortcut to growth, although hard, but give and confidence.
The girl stained with cream face written full of happiness, that is the girl's birthday, and catch Sunday, parents amnesty she did not have to go to cram school, that day she can freely arrange time. She had to surf the Internet, the land of qq farm had been deserted for a long time, and the messages from her classmates' groups must have been turned over many times.
She is going to turn on the TV, technology channels do not know how many of their favorite programs broadcast. She is going to go to the neighborhood lake to feed the small fish, she is going to wear a raincoat in the ground fountain to play with her partners.
She also has to go to the bookshelf to find out the book of her soul sister Luqin, which has been in the cold for many days. The girl finds herself wanting to read the book eagerly, as she seems to know less and less about herself.
She feels grown up and doesn't like the idea of her mother supervising her all day and looking after her like a child. Close the portrait book, the heart is still inside.
Some people say that growth is the process of falling down and getting up again, there is the joy of stepping forward, there is the sadness of the fall, but also the courage to get up, and more tenacious pursuit of goals. In the face of growth girl some confused, and I'm ready?
6. Growing up a photo essay bookWhen I opened the drawer, unintentionally found a photo, I froze, this is my kindergarten graduation photo, looking at the teachers, the wave of memory will drown me ...... "Woohoo wow wow.... ... "The entire class was shrouded in darkness under a cloud of gloom, the teacher was busy running east and west, coaxing a crying baby. Parents look at their children with fondness, their feet wandering around the door, yes, this is the first day of school for the small class.
For some reason, I didn't have the desire to cry. I sat quietly in my little chair, staring at all the people, as if what was happening didn't belong to my time and space.
I don't remember how the parents "cut the pain" and walked out of my sight, nor do I remember what the teacher said to me at my side, nor do I remember how the teacher made all the children stop crying ......
The only thing I can remember is that the first time I started the school year, the first time I saw a child in the room, the first time I saw a child in the room, the first time I saw a child in the room. I remember is the first time I handed out snacks at the beginning of the school year, and at that time, the teacher sent us - Want Want Senbei.
The teacher sent the cookies to us, and then went to "please" the little children who were missing. Seeing the delicious, I am very happy, holding a small mouthful of cookies licked with gusto, while also licking his lips from time to time, carefully taste the delicious, I do not know in my hand has been empty, not even a little bit of cookie crumbs are left. At this time I noticed a child is still crying, his table in front of a piece of cookie quietly lying there, this piece of cookie seems to this child has no temptation, I unconsciously hand slowly moved to the piece of cookie.
Unfortunately, the teacher noticed me and came over to me, took my hand, and glared at me. Young and ignorant, I was not ashamed and looked at the teacher suspiciously like I had done nothing wrong. The teacher was supposed to make a long speech to me, but it was over before it began. The teacher was forced to let go of my hand by the many cries, and I went back to my seat as if nothing had happened and continued to eat the cookies I had "stolen" from her. ......
I walked to the place where I had posted my awards with my photo, and looked at the white wall under the awards of the middle class.
I took the photo and walked to the place where I put up my awards, looking at the white wall under the awards of the middle class. It's also the reason why I didn't get the small class award. It was for this reason that I remembered this incident so vividly. Such a thing never happened a second time
7. how to write "growing up album" essay 600 wordsWith the passage of time, my growth in the sea has unconsciously lost a lot of beautiful seashells, I am looking for them, remembering the footprints of growing up ......
Growing up album
Look, this is the photo of my 100 days. At that time, I was a wahaha, eyes always tearful, maybe see the camera a little afraid of it, I lie on the bed, while taking pictures, while crying. "Don't cry, you still have your good friend - cloth doll with you!" (100 days, timid me)
Look, here's a picture of me when I was two weeks old. The TV was playing my favorite childhood cartoon, Huluwa, and I was standing on the couch dancing with excitement. "Be careful, but don't fall off." (Two-year-old, multi-talented me)
Look, here's a picture of me at three years old. Now I'm a little adult. Look, I'm holding the telephone and I don't know who to call! But I don't know, the telephone line has been unplugged. (Three years old, naive me)
Look, this is a picture of me when I was seven years old, I was sitting on the lawn, the ground was full of colorful wildflowers, butterflies, bees flying around, I really became a flower fairy. Pick one and put it on my head, look how beautiful I am! (Seven years old, I love beauty)
These photos write the story of my growth. There are joys and sorrows, bitterness and happiness in my journey of growth. Today, I got these lost shells back, and they will always accompany my growth.
Unconsciously, I have spent my early childhood, childhood. Now, I am a teenager, I have taken a step forward in the course of growth, I want to spread wings in the sky of growth to fly freely.
8. My growth album essayFrom our teeth to learn shoes to gradually understand, must have taken a lot of photos, right, in these photos, recorded the footprints of our growth, recorded our joyful laughter, recorded our bitter tears ...... Sunday after writing homework I was excited to open the album, came into view! The first is my baby 100-year-old photo, when I was chubby, is holding the feet of the gnawing joy it!
Mom saw me missing, rushed to look for it, just when the mother anxious anxious, from the photo hall came out of my bright laughter, mom rushed over to see, I am playing on the ground a doll it! Tossed half a day, can finally take pictures, which can be my brother exhausted, in order to carry me to the chair, he used nine oxen and two tigers before I was able to get on the chair, no way, who let me then is a little fat! Turn over the second photo, a little girl on tiptoe to grab a big brother in the hands of the book it, needless to say that is me, then I was already seven years old, see my brother is concentrating on looking at a storybook, I also came up to look up, but my brother looked too fast, I have not seen clearly, it turned over, I saw it quickly said: "brother I have not finished reading it! " My brother laughed and said, "I'll show it to you if you can get it." Said he raised the storybook high, I stood on tiptoe, trying to grab, mom saw this scene, happy to pick up the camera "click" the scene into the lens, this photo is not my love of learning verification? Turn over the third, a girl with a paper in hand jumped up happily, is laughing! This is the photo I took after the monthly examination this year.
You may be wondering why I'm so happy, heh, because I beat many of the best in the class in this exam and got the first place in the total score. When I heard the news, I went home at noon and immediately told my parents, and just as I was cheering, my mom took this moment for me.
Looking at this photo, I smiled proudly, because I know, I grew up, is no longer that will only want to candy to eat the little baby, not that full of childish little girl, I have grown up, but also has its own thoughts and personality, in the future, I will work harder, I believe that as long as you have paid there will be a return! Under the blue sky, the curved path, the small shadow grows bigger and bigger, this growth album, I will collect, never forget.
9. Growing up in the sunshine essay handwriting getOn the road of my life, despite the thorns, there are always some things that make us uplift, inspire. Look, the ray of bright sunshine is the best proof of accompanying my growth. When my parents heard my first cry, they became a father and a mother and took responsibility. They were determined to raise me to be talented, no matter how hard it was. I received the first ray of sunshine in my life - the love of my parents. When I first started elementary school, I began to read and write, and I always encountered some difficult problems. My teachers patiently explained one character after another with their kind eyes and beautiful voices. What's even more valuable is that in the six years of elementary school, whenever I asked my teacher about a problem, I always saw her smile. Therefore, I got the second ray of sunshine in my life - the teacher who loves me. When I was in the second grade, I made many friends. From then on, we studied together, played together, and established a deep friendship. The sincere feelings and innocent behaviors among my friends are engraved in my heart. At that time, I got the third ray of sunshine in my life - the friends who love me. When I first entered middle school, I felt great pressure due to the strong momentum of all kinds of people. But the spirit of "not afraid of difficulties, indomitable" spurred me to work hard, and I finally succeeded. Now, I have got the fifth ray of sunshine in my life - I love the challenge. On the road of my life, I already have four rays of bright sunshine, which illuminates my tender heart and ignites my courage to work hard. I believe that this sunshine will accompany my growth, help me break through the difficulties and obstacles, and move forward.