Growth stories in primary school life

Write a growth story in your life in about 500 words.

As time goes by, every piece of our life is added. Every piece together is the process of our growth. To taste what we have lost and what we are losing is to taste our life. The story that happened around us is the story of growing up in our life, and our life is full of sunshine for improvement.

The story of growing up is like the stars in the sky, some of which flow away like running water, but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind.

I have been weak since I was a child. When I was in grade one, my father sent me to the county gymnasium to practice martial arts.

I timidly followed my father to the gymnasium, which was a modest place. Before you enter the door, you can hear the voice of "hey, ha" inside, and the momentum is daunting.

I jumped off the motorcycle to say no to my father. But when the words came to my lips, I was afraid to reveal the truth, so I had to take my father's wrist and go in.

Pushing open the door of the gymnasium, I saw my big brothers and sisters practicing with knives and swords. I feel that there are many strange eyes staring at me silently, and what kind of atmosphere makes me uncomfortable.

My father took me to see a teacher, said some polite words and left. I feel very helpless. The teacher asked a girl to teach me some basic movements first. ...

That girl, like a fascist, said to me with a straight face, "Hang your right foot on the equipment." I dare not say anything more. I gently lifted my foot and hung it on the equipment. Sister straightened my legs and then slowly pressed my body down. I screamed in pain, but she ignored my pain and pressed it. She patted my joints when my feet were bent. Pain and injustice intertwined, I cried. Elder sister shook her head and let go of her hand, indicating that I can have a rest. I wiped my tears, but they never stopped, and I felt unspeakable grievances. The teacher came over and said, "Do you want to learn martial arts?" I nodded. "Are you afraid of being tired?" I choked for a moment. "I'm not afraid." "Well, learning martial arts is a very tiring sport. Not afraid of fatigue, not afraid of martial arts? " "hmm." "Dry your tears and let's practice together."

The teacher's brief words inspired me. Yes, if you are not afraid of hardship, why should you be afraid of martial arts?

Later, under the careful guidance of the teacher, the physique became better and better. I didn't get sick that year. It is my teacher who makes me healthy. And live up to expectations, and won the championship of Wushu competition with the players. The teacher praised me, so I feel very proud.

The teacher made me understand that success is hard-won, and we should keep going in the face of difficulties, because there is nothing we can't do.

Condense tears into a memory of missing, and stay in my heart forever, reluctant to give up, just like life, because it belongs to my growing memory!

Please write a story about your primary school life with the theme of "growing up with me"

Childhood,

(3) Primary school life growth story, 400 words.

Everyone has a story from birth to growth. Some people have bitter experiences, while others have happy experiences.

I remember when I was a child, whether it was hot summer or cold winter. My mother works overtime on holidays and will take me to work tirelessly. Once my mother accidentally fell down with me while riding a bike, and I cried in pain. I saw the guilty and sad expression on my mother's face, so I went to comfort my mother and said, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt. Mom hugged me and smiled.

As time went by, I grew up gradually. My mother stopped taking me to work and locked me in the house. It's like shutting it down. Whenever the children outside are laughing and playing, I lie prone on the window and run around. How I long to run outside and play with my friends! As time went by, I grew up again. I have been to the dream Hong Kong Disneyland, Shanghai Oriental Pearl and Jiuzhaigou, Sichuan. I see that the pace of life and urban appearance of people in big cities are completely different from my real life. Let me yearn for a better life more and more strongly. With the growth of age and health, troubles come unexpectedly. They ganged up to disrupt my life. Life is full of sunshine, full of the same taste as a five-flavor bottle, and life is also full of hardships and tempering.

Let's go forward with colorful life stories and face a beautiful life optimistically!

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My reading story is calculated according to the tree rings. When I am one year old, I will have an extra ring. That tree should still have six rings, because it has grown with me for six years. I learn calligraphy in the morning and evening, and I never forget it. Whenever I learn a word, I write it on its green clothes. Day after day, when I wrote on it again, I found that the ink of some words no longer existed. It should be absorbed by it, and it has increased my knowledge with me. I wanted to keep them, so I picked the written leaves and put them in my book, which became my proof of reading and marked the date on them. When I am holding a book, I feel very happy because there are so many good partners to study with me. However, good days are always shorter than bad days. Those green clothes have been changed into new clothes, and they are all yellow and dry. The ink faded away, "like a river flowing eastward." Now, it is the season of sowing. I want to bury them underground, hoping that they can take root again, cultivate the next generation and pass on knowledge from generation to generation. It can really be said: "Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree." Year after year, my knowledge has gradually increased, and my good friends have also increased. They have their moments of prosperity and decline. In the face of prosperity, they will continue to work hard and gain something without being complacent; In the face of decline, they did not give up easily, but constantly honed themselves, firmly believing that "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea." One day, I had a dream that my partners were comparing with each other and said, "I am better than you, and you see my strokes the most, so my words are the king of words ..." They argued endlessly and finally let me express my opinion. I said calmly: you are all winners. Because words are interlinked, if we can unite and struggle with each other, we will have a lot of knowledge. Get unique knowledge and learn from others. "In a threesome, there must be a teacher." This dream made me clearly realize that unity is strength, knowledge is accumulated bit by bit, and dripping water can make a river.

The unforgettable events in Wu's primary school life are about 400 words.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, my mother promised me that I would get a score of * * * and reward me with 20 yuan. A unit exam, I really got * * *. Many things happen. On the way home, I thought, "You're finished. If only there were a roast chicken! " "Thinking about thinking, my saliva keeps flowing downwards.

As soon as I got home, I had already finished singing "Empty City Plan". Just when I wanted to tell my mother the good news that I got * * * in the exam, I suddenly found a note on the table, which said, "Mom is going to eat today." So I had a brainwave and ran to the old place-the kitchen. The old place is the "warehouse" where my mother and I put things. Never let a third person know. As long as you have something for each other when you leave without saying goodbye, put it in the kitchen. ) Mom really put this bunch of precious keys in the kitchen.

I took the liberty of picking up the key. At the same time, a bad idea came to my mind: "mom didn't come back so soon after going to dinner, so I might as well get the money myself." I won't take it now, but my mother will give it to me when she comes back at night. "

So I went to my mother's room. Suddenly found grandma sitting on the sofa in the living room. On closer inspection, my grandmother is closing her eyes. I seized this good opportunity and sneaked into my mother's room like a little mouse. I found the key to the drawer. It was really scary when I unlocked it, but I still took out 20 yuan.

I got the money. What are you doing with so much money? Suddenly, my mind flashed: "Take this 20 yuan money to buy a roast chicken." Then I picked up the phone and invited some classmates to wait for me downstairs. I raced against time to cherish the remaining time, bought a chicken from Aunt Wang next door and told her to kill it. The appointed time is almost up. I picked up the chicken and ran to the assembly point.

Several students I invited are all here. I took some classmates to the back hill. At the top of the mountain, we were all exhausted. After a rest, we got some yellow mud wet and wrapped it around the chicken, then made a fire and roasted the chicken in the fire. After about 40 minutes, we picked up delicious chicken and ate it. As if immersed in an ocean of joy. ...

When I got home, I remembered that I had forgotten to close the drawer after I took the money. I ran into my mother's room as soon as I got home. I didn't expect mom to come back. This is a trap. I was about to turn around when my mother stopped me: "Where were you just now?" My mother asked angrily, and I said hesitantly, "Just now … I went to my classmate's house to play." Mother said angrily, "You still argue irrationally. Did you take my money?" What did you do? Take out the money quickly. "I bowed my head in shame and told my mother everything word for word. Mother said to me calmly, "Son. "You got a score of 65,438+000. Mom wants to give you 20 yuan, you can't go to mom's drawer to get it yourself. You can count it as stealing without your mother's permission. You should know the truth of' stealing the real needle when you are young and stealing gold when you are young'. " After listening to my mother's words, I was so ashamed that I wanted to get into the field.

Looking back on what I did at that time, I can't help regretting my mistakes. I am determined to turn over a new leaf and be an honest and upright person.

The story of Lu's six-year primary school life.

Time flies, six years have passed in a blink of an eye. Yesterday, I was just a freshman. Today, I have to say this sentence with tears in my eyes: "Goodbye, alma mater!" " "

My alma mater, you made me change from an ignorant urchin into a young pioneer with ideals and ambitions, and you led me into the boundless ocean of knowledge. Alma mater, you linked me with my beloved first teacher, and you made me make so many intimate partners.

During my six years in primary school, I learned a lot from my first teacher and got a lot of joy from my friends. Alma mater, you taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and honest. Thought of here, my heart a little more fear, a little more attachment. I am so scared that I can't play and laugh with my classmates in your arms. I'm afraid that the teacher's inculcation can't supplement my mind. I'm afraid of ... my alma mater. I really want time to stay at this moment and let me enjoy the warmth in your arms again.

Alma mater, how many memories I left in your arms. I remember the sound of our reading, the teacher standing in front of the blackboard on the podium and writing carefully, I remember playing on the playground with my friends, I remember ... dear alma mater, although your classroom is not big and your playground is not wide, although your equipment is not advanced. However, I don't dislike you at all. I still love you deeply, because you have taught us a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth. It is how many pillars of the country you have cultivated and how many useful talents you have created. You have done meritorious service!

Dear alma mater, I want to say goodbye to you. Can I look forward to your future? Ten years later, I went back to my mother. The classroom is spacious and bright, with advanced and high-grade equipment, and the campus is full of green. How wonderful it is!

Dear mom, I wish you all the best. May you be full of peaches and plums. I wish you become a famous Sanjin school. Oh, no, you have to go out of Shanxi and go to China!

Goodbye, my dear alma mater!

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When I left my alma mater ...

I cried when I was leaving my alma mater. Everything in my alma mater is so clear and dazzling. In the golden sunshine, it looks dazzling. Looking at everything in my alma mater, I was lost in thought: my alma mater made me realize the value of friendship. I remember once, when I was in physical education class, I accidentally fell down while running, and blood poured out. When my classmates saw me, they came to help me, asked me if it hurt, helped me to the infirmary, and asked the school doctor to disinfect and rub my medicine for me. A few days later, I went back to class. When my classmates saw me, they were all caring, which deeply moved me. Friendship has added gorgeous colors to my life. When I am upset, my classmates come to comfort me. When I was unhappy, my classmates came to make me happy again. When I was in trouble, my classmates extended this pair of friendship hands again ... Yes! It has been six years, and friendship has made me feel neither lonely nor sad.

As the saying goes, books are the source of life. The alma mater is the cradle of growth, and the teacher is the guide of enlightenment. I was lost in thought again: ah! I remember my poor academic performance when I was a child. The teacher worked hard for this. I remember once, my multiplication formula must not be memorized. After school, the teacher took me to his house, asked me to read the multiplication formula and then recited it to him. I really don't even care about eating. At my alma mater, I changed from an ignorant child to a sensible and civilized sixth-grade student. This is all due to my alma mater, my beloved teacher. Another time, I couldn't do an application problem, and the teacher racked his brains to teach me, but I just couldn't learn it. The teacher was very angry until he taught me. Alma mater! It is you who gather the teachers in the abyss of knowledge together, let them educate us attentively, make us the pillars of tomorrow, and make the motherland's tomorrow more prosperous. Alma mater, you are the home of thousands of primary school students in Qian Qian. You are like an ocean of knowledge, and I am one of the small waves; You are like a lush tree, and I am a small leaf among them; You are like a mysterious universe, and I am a small planet.

Alma mater, alma mater, you will be a happy memory of my life.

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Goodbye, dear alma mater.

Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school study and life will be over. We are about to leave our alma mater where we have lived for six years. At the moment when we are about to leave our alma mater, we are particularly excited. Everyone's heart is full of nostalgia. Looking back, we can clearly remember six years of primary school life. The grass, trees, bricks and tiles of my alma mater are so familiar and cordial.

Never forget, dear teacher; I can't forget your inculcation; I can't forget your kind eyes; I can't forget ... how much effort and sweat you have paid for us, from boring pinyin letters to catchy compositions. You are a diligent gardener, you are an unknown silkworm, you are a hero behind a hero, and you are a giant at the foot of a giant! You are gentle and serious, humble and noble, ordinary and great. You have taught us simplicity, naturalness, enrichment and nobleness with full enthusiasm. Towering trees can't forget their roots, and vast rivers can't forget their sources. How can I forget my teacher?

I can't forget it, dear students! I can't forget the time we spent together day and night, and the profound friendship we forged. Over the past six years, we have struggled in the sea of knowledge, played in the beautiful campus and spent this wonderful time together. It's been six years, and it's going to be separated in an instant. How can I have peace of mind?

Can't forget, beautiful campus! You are like a gentle mother, feeding us with sweet milk and making us thrive. Here, we received a strict education. Here, we have developed a good study style of hard work, unity and friendship, attention to civilization and discipline. In your warm embrace, we have gained the nectar of knowledge, the power of wisdom and the truth of being a man. ...

Students, at this moment, your eyes are discerning and your thoughts are myriad. Although our graduating class is about to leave our alma mater, we will not forget you-my dear alma mater, and we will not forget you-my beloved teacher. I will never forget every day with you. ...

Memories of my alma mater are warm and beautiful, and gratitude to my alma mater is sincere and endless. Let me thank the teachers for their hard work again! Goodbye, the teacher who nurtured our growth! Goodbye and feed our alma mater!

I wish my alma mater a better tomorrow!

Qi introduces himself (about 600 words, combined with primary school study, life and growth experience.

My name is Mary, and I am twelve years old. Gender! Hee hee! Never go into the men's room.

I have many hobbies, but roller skating is my favorite. I remember when I first started to learn roller skating, I often fell to the ground. Posture can be "graceful": there are a series of difficult movements, such as four-legged posture, chewing posture, flying posture and so on. However, my character is unyielding. The harder I have to do, the less I will ask others. It is under the support of this personality that I learned to skate, and the more I skate, the more wonderful I get.

I have a particularly outstanding advantage, that is, I love to laugh. I can laugh happily, happily and unscrupulously at any time. Because of my bright voice, my laughter is not as clear as other girls' silver bells, which is really earth-shattering. My mother often tells me to pay attention to my personal image, keep my voice down and keep a lovely little girl's appearance, but I can't help it, even if my teeth are ugly, I will see it when I smile. Ha ha! Maitreya also loves to laugh. There is a saying that "a big belly can hold things that are difficult to hold in the world; Kind and always laughing, laughing at the ridiculous people in the world ",what a good couple! I am a girl with a bright smile and full of pride.

Of course, no one is perfect, and I also have many shortcomings. But the most "fatal" thing is that I am careless. This shortcoming has been with me for six years and I really want to get rid of it. However, no matter how hard I try, there will always be some small mistakes at important moments. I really hope I can get rid of this shortcoming, or the old saying goes: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind! I believe that one day I will have my advantages to overcome my fatal shortcomings. I have another shortcoming that is hard to say: I am timid, which can be described by the idiom "as timid as a mouse". For example, mom and dad went out and left me alone at home, and I barely got by for a day; If I'm the only one at home at night, I'll be inexplicably scared and always feel that there are ghosts around me.

This is me, an indomitable, always smiling, careless and timid girl.

Ba story in your primary school life.

② Moved.

You did a good job. School is closed for three days. At my repeated request, my mother agreed to let me go to my grandfather's house in Baoding for three days. Early in the morning, I came to the post office and waited for the bus.

There is a green mailbox at the corner of the road, shining in the early morning sun. There is a big puddle in front of the mailbox because of the rain for several days. I stood by the mailbox, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the morning.

The sun has risen and the bus hasn't come yet. At this moment, a little girl in a white dress jumped in front of the mailbox with a letter in her hand. The little girl was followed by a white-haired grandfather with a sword in his hand. It seems that the father and son just finished morning exercises and dropped in to post a letter. The little girl just came to the mailbox. Suddenly, a motorcycle came on the north side of the road, and there happened to be a big truck coming opposite. The young man on the motorcycle hurriedly drove into the puddle, and a stream of water mixed with mud came at me. It all happened so fast and unexpectedly that I only had time to exclaim that the car had left. Looking down, my shoes and trouser legs are covered with mud. Looking at the side, the little girl's white skirt has turned into a black skirt. Even the mailbox has not been spared, and it has become a "big face."

I said angrily, "What bad luck!" I took out my handkerchief and wiped the mud. I looked at the little girl while thinking. Why didn't she cry? Unexpectedly, something happened: the little girl didn't look at her dirty skirt, put the letter in her hand in the hand of the grandfather who had walked beside her, took out a white handkerchief and wiped the dirty mailbox. Her little hand with a handkerchief is busy, never letting go of mud. The white-haired grandfather looked at her and smiled slightly.

I just stared blankly and forgot what I was doing. After a while, the little girl finished cleaning. She straightened up and looked at the mailbox that had been cleaned by herself, with a satisfied smile on her face. The old man took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to the little girl, saying, "Come on, wipe the skirt." The little girl lowered her head and wiped the mud off her skirt. Grandpa put the letter in the mailbox and smiled and said to the little girl, "Xiaomei, is your skirt dirty?" The little girl said in a sweet voice while wiping, "I don't feel bad." If the skirt is dirty, you can wash it. This is just my own business. The mailbox is used every day, which is very dirty. This is a matter for many people. "After listening to the conversation between father and son, I unconsciously blushed and bowed my head in shame when I thought of my words and deeds just now. When I looked up again, I saw that the father and son had walked away talking and laughing.

"Tick-tock …" The long-awaited bus finally arrived and I got on it. The car started, and I looked back. In the golden sunshine, the clean mailbox is shining again. In that golden light, I seemed to see the innocent smiling face of the little girl. ...

"Ninth" Primary School Students' Growth Story Speech

Primary school students' growth story speech

Today, what I want to share with you is the happiness of reading and the harvest of growing up. I remember a famous person once said, "Reading a good book means talking with many noble people". Yes, books are the ladder of human progress, and books are our best friends. Every time I pick up a book to read, I gain not only knowledge, but also emotional edification and spiritual understanding.

I have never forgotten that article-Happiness lives next door. Sitting at the desk, carefully opening the book, savoring her fragrance, a strange feeling welled up in my heart. This article tells the story of a dumb mother who resolutely gave her child to the infertile couple next door, letting her daughter live like a normal person and laugh like a normal person. And I, every day in a silent world, silently pay attention to everything about my daughter, her happiness, her sadness, and everything she has because of her daughter. Her happiness lies in the healthy growth of her daughter who lives next door. In the article, the mother who can never hear her daughter's call, the mother who can never say "I love you, son", explained the best feelings in the world with her fiery eyes, her silent comments and her ever-present caring heart, which suddenly made me feel a mother's deepest and most selfless love for her children. There is no earth-shattering story, no touching language confession. Between the lines is full of deep maternal love and human affection!

It is said that "the greatest love in the world is maternal love". It is! Isn't it the deepest, warmest, most sincere and selfless maternal love we feel from this mother? From this happy living next door, we can see an ordinary mother who gave up her feelings and created all the happiness for the healthy growth of her daughter. In real life, there are countless such mothers. Students, each of us has such a mother, and each of us enjoys such maternal love all the time: her eyes reflect her love for herself; Mother's smile reveals her love for herself; Mother's nagging, mother's accusation, mother's all actions have poured our simplest and deepest love!

Motherly love is like a sweater, which is made of countless threads, one stitch at a time. Make love stronger and stronger. Like flowing water, I want to be poor; Just like the silk thread spit out by spring silkworms, lingering and distant; Just like the sunshine in spring warms children and illuminates others ... Walking out of books and into the streets, we can see and smell the smell of mother's love everywhere, which requires our careful experience and care.

Motherly love is eternal. The loved one is happy, as sweet as honey; Extend like a river; Like the ups and downs of mountains; As clear as the sea. Motherly love is sweet. We are in the honey pot and always enjoy the care of our parents. The bath of "sunshine" makes us feel endless happiness in sweetness. In the face of all this, shouldn't we reflect on our taste and enjoyment? One should not only understand and feel his mother's love for himself, but also return the fragrance of love to his mother at any time. Learn to repay love, let's practice our promises with loving actions at any time and anywhere, go deep into our mother's heart, and moisten her dry space with the dew of love: an affectionate call, an earnest greeting, an understanding look, and a silent concern. Students, on the road of growing up, let's dedicate our love to all mothers in the world anytime and anywhere.

Primary school students' composition: my growth story

From understanding "1, 2, 3, 4, 5" to learning "at the beginning of life, human nature is good", we are constantly growing. There are pains and happiness in growing up, and in this way, year after year, day after day, we all grow tenaciously in pain and happiness. Let's dry my dirty clothes. I hope you don't laugh at me. Better give some applause.

When I was six years old, my mother told me the story of King Edison, saying that Edison squatted in the henhouse and watched how the hen hatched its chicks. In order to find out how the eggs hatched, I put the eggs into bed, accidentally crushed them when I slept, and wet the bed. This made my mother laugh and laugh at me for being stupid. From then on, I knew I was a happy little fool.

When I was seven years old, my father taught me to be honest and told me about cutting down cherry trees in Washington. Washington was praised by his father when he confessed to him. When I accidentally broke my father's favorite teapot, I was severely reprimanded by my father after confessing. That year, I shed tears of injustice for the first time. This confession let me know that there is still such a thing as "injustice" in the world.

When I was eight years old, my teacher told us the story of a great scientist Einstein when he was a child. In a handicraft class, he made a decent small bench and was criticized by the teacher. And when he told the teacher that this was the third time he had done it, the teacher was very moved. My English letters are terrible, too. In an English class, I copied Einstein and wrote it three times. I thought I could move the teacher. When I told my teacher that this was my third homework, my English teacher flew into a rage and punished me for doing my fourth homework. The lesson I learned this time is that it is not necessarily better to do more homework. For the requirements of teachers, it is best to succeed once.

When I was nine years old, I was criticized by my teacher several times for being late. I thought of Lu Xun, who carved the word "early" on the table and was never late again. In order to remind myself, I also carved the word "early" on the table, but I was criticized and educated by the teacher. This let me know that learning from others is not engraved on the table, but engraved on my heart.

When I was ten years old, my teacher criticized me for not thinking, warned me to think hard in everything and told me Newton's story. It is said that Newton was thinking under an apple tree and was hit on the head by an apple, thus realizing Newton's law. So the teacher asked us to think as hard as Newton, so I ran under the apple tree to think, and waited a long time to know that it was not easy to be hit by an apple.

Yes, we will inevitably make some stupid mistakes when we grow up, but please believe that we will become smarter and stronger when we grow up.

My story of growing up

Dear friends:

Hello!

The Chinese New Year is coming, so I want to tell you in advance: "Happy New Year!" " "

You may not know that when I was a child, I was innocent. But also made a lot of jokes, and now I still have new memories.

At that time, I had just learned to speak, and my mother told me to speak when I met acquaintances. A woman about her mother's age is called "auntie", and a woman about her grandmother's age is called "grandma" ... One day, I went to kindergarten. The teachers gathered around and asked me what to call them. I opened my eyes wide, some called "auntie" and some called "grandma". The head teacher came over and asked me what to call her. I studied her for a long time. She is older than her mother and younger than her grandmother. I invented a temporary title: "Auntie" plus "Grandma" is "Auntie". As soon as I called "grandma", everyone present laughed.

Hehe, do you think it's funny? It was really stupid at that time! Up to now, I still feel a little embarrassed. After all, it was still young! I'm talking nonsense.

There are many stories about my growing up! Wait for me next time, and I will tell you slowly!

wish you

Good health!

your good friend