In my children's hearts, there are many colorful and beautiful memories, but those memories, no matter how attractive or beautiful, are not as deep as my memories of chickens.
I like small animals since I was a child, but my mother said it was too much trouble for me to keep them, so I only need to keep a few chickens myself, so I have a deep memory of chickens.
I remember when I was a child, my mother used to keep chickens in small boxes. At that time, the chickens were either dead or sent back to grandma's house to eat when they grew up. I couldn't even see the last side of the chickens. Now I'm not afraid, because grandma is coming, and I keep chickens at her house. When the chicken grows up, I'm not afraid that I won't even see the last side of the chicken.
Classmate, this is my deep affection for chickens.
Story composition of spiritual growth 300 words
In my childhood memory, there are many colorful memory stars. Among these dazzling starfish, learning to swim is the most unforgettable.
On a hot summer vacation, my father took me to learn to swim. I changed my bathing suit and went to the swimming pool. Wow! This water is really attractive, the blue waves are rippling, and the crystal clear water can reflect my reflection. Touch the water with your hands, it's so cold! I thought to myself:? The water is so cold that it will definitely freeze to death. ? Suddenly I remembered a sentence my father said:? Sprinkle some water on your body before entering the water, so you won't be afraid of the cold. ? I want to sprinkle water on my body in the past, but I still dare not go into the water, for fear that I will drown in the water. So, I first put my foot into the water and kicked around in it. After a while, the coach came. I stood up and said politely. Hello, coach. ? The coach said, class, now let's learn to hold our breath in the water! I dare not go in the water, teacher? Before I finished, the coach helped me into the water. ? Ah! ? I let out a scream. I took a few sips first. Natural spring? Then I kicked a few feet and made my nose sour in the water. Unconsciously, I actually stood up. I tried to stick my head out of the water and saw the coach's gentle and kind face, as if to say: now dare to go into the water! Are you still afraid of water? Failure is the mother of success, and everything is difficult at the beginning. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? ? Then, the coach gently hugged my waist, made my hands and feet move, and taught me to learn breaststroke and freestyle. Swimming and swimming, he slowly let go of his hand and I fell down at once. Fortunately, I learned to hold my breath, otherwise I would be dead this time. After a while, I am? Save? Get up, but my mind has been replaying the scene of struggling in the water just now, and I can't help but be afraid. But I remember the coach said: Be brave, don't be a deserter. ? So the fear in my heart disappeared, and I got up the courage to return to the water again. Finally, God rewards diligence, and through unremitting efforts, I finally learned to swim.
Learning to swim has exercised my body and mind and made me bold and cautious. In fact, when I was growing up, it was just a spray. Growth is like a train, moving forward constantly. There are still many things waiting for you to experience when you grow up. When you cross beautiful fields and green grasslands, you will surely get another harvest. Grasp the pulse of growth! Let's grow up happily and healthily.
Story composition of spiritual growth 300 words
When I was young, I skated. At that time, I thought skating was a very simple thing, but the actual operation was not simple: I wore roller skates from the beginning and wanted to walk 5 meters like those adults. But I just went out, so? Plop? Fell with a crash and my ass blossomed. So I walked carefully on the railing, but I fell down after walking a few times, which was very timid. I tried to replace it with a thick wheel. I'm much better than last time. I fall every ten steps. Since then, I have been holding the railing and my skills are getting better and better. One day, I felt that I had found my balance, moving my heavy shoes step by step and sliding towards the center of the field. Yes, I can do it. After saying his word, again? Plop? Bang, my ass changed from two and a half to eight and a half. Finally, one day, I can skate smoothly. Finally, one day, I can slide at high speed, and the wind is whistling in my ear, but I am not careful.
Once, I met a foreigner in the street. He asked me in English. Where is the toilet？ I replied: The hotel is there. ? Foreigners are confused by me. What do foreigners like to call this? Bathroom? And this hotel happens to be. Restaurant? The pronunciation is very similar. Only then did I find this mistake.
This is mine? Grow up? .
Story composition of spiritual growth 300 words
In my childhood memory, there are many colorful memory stars. Among these dazzling starfish, learning to swim is the most unforgettable.
On a hot summer vacation, my father took me to learn to swim. I changed my bathing suit and went to the swimming pool. Wow! This water is really attractive, the blue waves are rippling, and the crystal clear water can reflect my reflection. Touch the water with your hands, it's so cold! I thought to myself:? The water is so cold that it will definitely freeze to death. ? Suddenly I remembered a sentence my father said:? Sprinkle some water on your body before entering the water, and you won't be afraid of ice. ? I want to sprinkle water on my body in the past, but I still dare not go into the water, for fear that I will drown in the water. So, I first put my foot into the water and kicked around in it. After a while, the coach came. I stood up and said politely. Hello, coach. ? The coach said, class, now let's learn to hold our breath in the water! I dare not go into the water. The coach threw me into the water before I finished. Ah! I let out a scream. I took a few sips first. Natural spring? Then I kicked a few feet and made my nose sour in the water. Unconsciously, I actually stood up. I tried to stick my head out of the water and saw the coach's gentle and kind face, as if to say: now dare to go into the water! The mother of failure and success, everything is difficult at the beginning. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? ? Then, the coach gently hugged my waist, made my hands and feet move and taught me to learn breaststroke. Swimming and swimming, he slowly let go of his hand and I fell down at once. Fortunately, I learned to hold my breath, otherwise I would be dead this time. After a while, I am? Save? Get up, but my mind has been replaying the scene of struggling in the water just now, and I can't help but be afraid. But I remember the coach said: Be brave, don't be a deserter. ? So the fear in my heart disappeared, and I got up the courage to return to the water again. Finally, God rewards diligence, and through unremitting efforts, I finally learned to swim.
Learning to swim has exercised my body and mind and made me bold and cautious. In fact, when I was growing up, it was just a spray. Growth is like a train, moving forward constantly. There are still many things waiting for you to experience when you grow up. When you cross beautiful fields and green grasslands, you will surely get another harvest. Grasp the pulse of growth! Let's grow up happily and healthily.
Story composition of spiritual growth 300 words
Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere: Yang Zitao, you are playing, which means you have finished your homework. Have you revised your second book? ? And after a pause, I found xu teacher standing outside the window looking at me. I replied cheerfully:? It has been revised. ? Xu teacher asked again? Did you copy the copy of 1? ? Reservation 1? I have long forgotten. So, I hesitated: no, is it? . ? What about daily accumulation? It's not ┄ ┄, it's not good. ? My answer is getting paler and paler. ? Then write quickly. You must hand it in before the night shift, otherwise ┄ ┄ will know. ? I said with my head down, so I took the book and worked hard.
In the end, both of them are finished. I sighed and looked at the clock. Ah! There are only twenty minutes left. So I hurried to xu teacher's office to hand in my homework. Xu teacher made a tick, but accepted it? c？ . Why? I write very carefully! I'm confused. After a while, xu teacher said to me earnestly:? As a good student, we should be more strict with ourselves and never allow ourselves to make mistakes in small things. ? I looked down and was silent. ? You are a squadron member and don't know how to arrange your study and entertainment time reasonably. ? Xu teacher said that, I shed tears, and was frightened by the sharpness and violence hidden in xu teacher's words.
In the evening, when I was in charge of the class, I couldn't accept that and dragged my homework. So, after school, I was called out by xu teacher again. She said to me gently. If the afternoon is still unacceptable, I tell you that Yang Zitao is a clever boy, and he must not drag his homework. An inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. You must learn to cherish time to get rid of this problem! ? Xu teacher's words made me suddenly enlightened, and I understood. I shed tears again, but this time I shed tears of joy and shame. Because, I finally know how to cherish time!
On the road of growing up, there are many unforgettable experiences, some of which moved me and some made me repent. Every time, I learned a lot, and I grew up gradually.