My Growing Up Story Essay 450 Words
Part 1: My Growing Up Story
My name is Qiao Xinyi, and I was born on January 9, 2001 in Beijing.
I started talking at the age of two and started kindergarten at the age of two and a half. The kindergarten I went to was bilingual, where I learned language, math, and English.
I was very happy in the kindergarten. One thing I remember very well is that although I am a boy and I don't like to dance, the teacher still chose me to dance. At that time, it was very lucky to be chosen. Because we danced the Chinese Character Dance, and our class danced very well, so we were chosen to go to the Great Hall of the People to perform. We felt very proud that we could perform there, and after the dance, we took a lot of pictures in the Great Hall of the People, and I was very happy and excited. I will never forget this event for the rest of my life.
Kindergarten life in the care of the teacher, and the company of children, quickly passed. It was time to go to elementary school, and our family returned to Zhengzhou. Mom and Dad chose a very good elementary school for me, Erqi District Foreign Language Primary School. At the beginning of the school year, I felt that everything in the school was new and fun. When I was in class, I found the teachers' lectures interesting. Once, because I was too playful, in front of the school by the river jumping around, as a result, accidentally, fell into the river, climbed to the shore, pants all wet, Wang teacher immediately call my mother, but also to find me clothes, afraid of me catching a cold, at that time, although it was very cold, but to see the teacher for me to busy, the heart warms up a lot. The winter is really too cold, and I ended up catching a cold.
I am now a fourth-grade student, although I think it is very hard to go to school, but in order for me to be happy in the future, I still have to work hard to study.
Part II: My Growing Up Story
Liu Mingyuan
Time flies, and it seems like yesterday when I was in the first grade, but now I'm a fourth grader. In my growing up years since I can remember, many interesting or troublesome or heartbreaking stories, like a string of colorful shells, beautiful my life, rich in my memory.
The most impressive thing is to climb Mount Tai, the first of the five mountains.
I remember the day we prepared at the foot of Mount Tai, some of the things that may be used to climb the mountain, all the way to walk and stop, and sometimes view chat, I know that Mount Tai is the world's cultural and natural heritage, the "Five Mountains" reputation. During the sprinkling of countless beads of sweat, we finally arrived at the door in the sky, I heard that there is a cable car, I no longer want to climb, a forceful request for Dad to sit in the cable car. Dad said: how can we give up halfway, not personally climbed up how regrettable! Mom said: son, mom believe you can climb up, try it!
But looking at the curved straight through the clouds like a mountain road, I have no interest in the first three hours, until I saw a grandmother climbing upward on her hands and feet, like the cliffs of the pine, indomitable! I suddenly came to the spirit, sometimes jogging up, mom said: don't be in a hurry, to step by step, or step unsteady will fall'. Look at the "summit" "crown five mountains" and other stone carvings, I feel so proud, if not personally climb, how to see these historically significant stone carvings it! How to see the long in the middle of the mountainside as in the clouds of the pine it! The moment I stood at the South Heavenly Gate, I was especially excited.
Climbing Mount Tai, this may just be a small episode in the long river of my life, but the step by step process of climbing is forever engraved in the depths of my memory. The beauty of Mount Tai is in the climb! The beauty of growth is not in the climb!
Article 3: My Growing Up Story
Every person has a growing up story, and these stories are hard to forget.
When I wasn't in elementary school, my family lived in the West Development Zone of Zhengzhou City, where we grew a lot of crops and lived an idyllic life in the yard. One night, I watered the crops with my dad, I was mixed down by the loofah vine, and all of a sudden planted in the grass, my dad watched and laughed, covered his stomach and said: "Hui Hui turned into a goat, learned to eat grass, haha ......" I just realized that I put some of the mud and grass on the ground into my mouth. It was so disgusting that I immediately spit it out, and worriedly asked my dad, "Will the grass grow in my stomach?" Dad deliberately exaggerated and said, "Of course it will, and it will burst your belly!" What? I screamed, "What should we do? Can we pull out the grass?" Dad said, "Yes, you can. You can pull it out by bursting your belly." I cried out in fear, my father rushed to comfort me and said, "I'm just kidding, see how scared you are." I wiped away my tears and said: "Dad hate it." After that, we happily began to water.
Another time, my good friend Zhang Bo and I played together, inadvertently ran into the planting of sunflowers in the vegetable field. At that time we were still small, even the sunflowers are taller than us, I saw the sunflower is very curious, asked Zhang Bo: "Do you know what this is?" Zhang Bo shook his head blankly, so we ran over to ask our parents and realized that this "monster" was called a sunflower. After that, my mom said, "The sunflower is ripe, you can break it off now." After that, my mom went to the vegetable field and broke a big sunflower, and we ate it happily.
There are many more stories of my growing up, and because I am growing up now, my growing up stories are being told every day.
Part 4: My Growing Up Story
In my growing up journey, there are many unforgettable things: some are thrilling, some are funny, some are meaningful, some are boring, and some have serious consequences. ...... But a rock climbing session when I was nine years old has made me I have a strong sense of "perseverance". The first time I saw this, I had a new understanding of the word "perseverance".
That day, my family set off for a picnic in Century Park. I was so happy to see a 4-meter-high rock wall in the children's playground, and I was so excited that I said to my dad, "I don't know what to do with it. I said excitedly to my dad, "Dad, I want to climb the rock!" My dad smiled and said, "Okay! You try."
I climbed up like a monkey. But after a burst of wind but difficult: "oh my god! Jump down? I'm not Superman. Climb down? How can I climb? What if I lose my footing and fall down? At this point, how I wished a Superman would appear and rescue me. I was getting more and more difficult and was about to cry. At that moment, my dad said to me, "Climb down, quick, come on!" I gathered courage and took the first step ......
I was guided by my dad, carefully and cautiously, and then carefully and carefully, I put my foot against a rock, and my hand moved to the bottom. The whole body sort of sank down. I could feel it: my whole body was shivering, and my body was already wet with sweat, as if it was the furnace of hell and the abyss of ten thousand feet below. Immediately afterward, I yelled, "Dead man! Help!" At that moment, a child of about seven years old passed me by, bringing over the words, "Coward." Heh! How dare you, a little brat, lecture me?" Can't make a fool of myself! Stick it out!" I muttered to myself, took a deep breath, and took another step as I had done ......
I was surprised to come down! I hugged my dad and jumped and jumped, excited beyond words.
I've been remembering this for years, and it's still fresh in my mind. It was the rock climbing that taught me what I still remember. It was the climbing that taught me what persistence is.
Part V: Writing my story of growth with music
Two songs, my angel; two instruments, my guiding light in the darkness; music, to create a new legend.
A musical instrument - snare drum
It was a chance, very rare and precious, I was selected to play the snare drum in the school drum and bugle corps! As soon as I was chosen, I kept memorizing the score and practicing with chopsticks. Finally came a competition and I was excited beyond belief. We also trained the formation and everyone practiced harder. After practicing for more than a month, we took part in the competition on October 12th at the 73rd Middle School. The competition started and we got the gold medal for our neat team and exquisite pattern! It brought me joy.
A musical instrument - piano.
The piano is an elegant instrument. I fell in love with it. I enrolled in piano lessons and studied for more than a year. I plan to take the third grade, so I started practicing hard from February. In August, six months of hard practice finally bore fruit, and I passed the exam! It brought me joy.
A Song - The Song of the Chinese Young Pioneers
This song was the favorite song of the drum and bugle players after they won the gold medal. Why? Because it is the song that the teacher asked us to sing inside when we went to perform in the 73rd middle school. As soon as we sing it, it brings back that memory-we won the gold medal! That's my memory.
A song - Invisible Wings
When I was in kindergarten, I was the center of attention. Because of my cuteness, all the kindergarten teachers and children knew me. The main reason for this was the song I performed at the June 1st gala, Invisible Wings. At that time I was chosen by my teacher to perform a solo with a song of my choice. I immediately chose the only pop song I could sing - Invisible Wings. I quickly overwhelmed everyone with my musical talent. I became the center of attention in the whole school. This is my memory.
This is my story of growing up, one after another, inseparable from music. This is my story of growing up, what about you?