I wrote 600 words in my sixth grade composition on the competition field.

Growing up, I was full of joy, smile, confidence and success, but also full of anxiety, helplessness, pain and impatience. With the passage of time, I have not only grown taller, but also gained more and more knowledge under the guidance of my school teachers.

I have been a naughty egg since I was a child. Since Yiya entered the school, she has her own class. In class, I am often a minor preserved egg, and many things make the teacher unhappy, but I am lively, cheerful and good at thinking, which makes me a partner that children want to associate with. This is me when I was a child.

Growing up, I was a doormat. At school, I often hear complaints from my classmates, especially at noon. Whenever I see the teacher asking me to copy my homework on the blackboard, I will hear my classmates shouting and cursing. I am the representative of the department, and I am very helpless. The teacher forced me to copy my homework. Because I was not good at words, my classmates gave me a dirty look, so I had to admit it. For the homework assigned by the teacher, I worked hard and didn't say a word, just to finish the homework. I have to do my homework in every class at night, often until 10 o'clock in the middle of the night. This is me who is tired of homework.

Since childhood, I have been a good boy loved by teachers. With the growth of my grade, my thinking became active, so I became an active member in my class. In class, I spoke actively and became one of the students who answered the teacher's questions the most. My academic performance is very good. Learning is interesting (for now). This is me now.

Among thousands of students, I have interpreted a smart, lovely and optimistic life state. At the same time, I also experienced all kinds of ups and downs in my growth. Let's study hard in the journey of growth, don't lose ourselves, overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and strive to realize our dreams!

Grow inside me

I 15 years old. I am 15 years old, my dream is 15 years old, and my harvest is 15 years old ... In the long and short 15 years, I have learned a lot and lost a lot. In my memory, I found myself growing into a teardrop without regrets. When I was ten years old, I was still a naive little girl. Parents' inculcation and teachers' inculcation have been put aside. I don't understand the troubles of teenagers, let alone their ambitions. I am carefree and unrestrained. However, once inadvertently, I shed the most precious and regretless tears in the past ten years, and it was precisely because of that time that I found myself growing up. That afternoon, the weather was fine, and white clouds were floating in the blue sky of Wan Li. I wandered around on my little red bike, vividly showing a wild child in the country. The weather in June is like a doll. I changed when I said it, and it will be sunny for a while. Dark clouds are gathering now. I quickly got on my bike and hurried home. Seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, the whole earth seems to be covered with a layer of black veil. I was so scared that I thought anxiously, "What should I do? What should I do? " Suddenly, there was a deafening thunder, and then it rained heavily. I'm soaked like a drowned rat. I rode my bike hard against the strong wind and heavy rain and tried my best to go home. In a daze, it seems that a person is stumbling in a huge rain curtain. Just then, the bike seemed to lose control and hit the man. I have no choice. In a flash, the man fell in the rain. I was stunned and didn't dare to help him. My strong hypocrisy made me go home in a panic. When my parents saw me like this, they soon cared about me, but at this moment, the scene in the rain kept coming to my mind. I can't sleep at night, and there is a fierce conflict between evil and good. "You have lost something very important." A voice said. The next morning, I heard my parents say, "Now the public security is getting worse and worse. I beat my neighbor's grandmother badly and ran away ... "I got lost. It turns out that the man in the rain curtain is an amiable grandmother. How could I ... think about it? My parents asked me what happened. I cried in the rain and told my parents the whole story. Dad listened and said to me seriously: "In fact, you have grown up, and you dare to admit your mistakes. You are naive, kind and honest. What a precious virtue! " Tears without regrets and profound lessons put me on the road to growth. I hope that on my colorful life path, let me paddle my life, board the ideal ship, paint my life better and reach the other side of victory!

I don't know your exact age. I hope my answer can help you.