The story of growing up

Story about growth 1 Everyone will leave a story about growth on the road of life, but that story is still fresh in my memory. It told me an unfortunate fact.

I remember in the first grade. Mom told me that I signed up for a calligraphy class. At first. Just to practice words better; Later, the teacher said that I had a gift for writing calligraphy and asked me to take the calligraphy test. The teacher chose a song "Tomb-Sweeping Day" and said that I would write it after the exam, so that I could keep practicing at home. But after practicing for a few days, my interest began to retreat, so I began to use various reasons to avoid practicing calligraphy.

You can hide in the first day, but you can't hide in the fifteenth. Careful mother still found my intention and seriously educated me: "I understand that practicing calligraphy every day is really boring." Your hands will be sore and it is not easy to stand up. But think about it, if you pass the exam, your partner will cheer for you; The teacher will be proud of you; Mom is also proud of you; You'll feel more fulfilled. In that case, why not? "I seem to understand, nodded, took out my calligraphy tools, and with a stroke of a pen, I began to practice seriously. ...

Chinese characters appeared on white rice paper, and a bottle of ink was exposed at the bottom of the bottle. But I am not afraid of suffering, and I will copy them one by one. Finally, I got 5 points with the calligraphy which is full of troubles.

At this moment, I have a deeper understanding of what my mother said-perseverance can succeed.

Story 2 about growing up Dear grandma: Last time I talked to you, my voice seemed a lot hoarse. Why do you still do farm work when you are so tired? Let's take you and grandpa to the city. We want to take good care of you.

When I was 3 years old, I was sent back to my hometown because my parents were busy with work. When we got off the bus, you warmly welcomed us, took my little hand into the house, gave me candy for a while, took drinks for a while, and personally delivered an orange to my mouth. Oranges are really sweet, sweet to my heart. I was very sad after my parents left. Crying when you are young and ignorant often makes you helpless. Take me to the courtyard dam to catch ants, go to the water tank to see fish and help grandpa dig potatoes. Trying to distract me from my parents.

As I grow older, I leave my hometown, but I will come back to see you every winter and summer vacation. You always take care of our lives patiently and meticulously, killing the fat pig that you have worked hard for a year, giving us the meat, and letting us take the vegetables away as much as possible. We have not forgotten your contribution, and I will be filial to you when I grow up.

I remember once when I went back to my hometown, I stole the cucumber from my neighbor's house. You flew into a rage,

Rich fragrance as a reward for his nature, I will show you my filial piety with my progress in learning! I will not live up to your expectations of me, and I will be a diligent, kind and honest person.

Wish you all the best.

long-lived

Your grandson Hoborn.

The story about growth Three beautiful footprints witnessed my growth. I wrote my wonderful story in a lovely moment, and different stories recorded my childhood joys and sorrows. When I was ten years old, I had many short stories. Do I have your trace in the story?

First of all, humorous little genius

Mom said I was three years old. One day, a family was sitting at the dining table for lunch. I accidentally spilled some rice on the table. My mother was about to criticize, but I heard my immature voice: "Mom, look, these meals have gone to the table." My mother was teased and even praised me as a humorous little genius today. Indeed, if there is more humor in life, there will be more joy.

Second, I am curious.

Children are full of curiosity, and my mother remembers a passage in my growth log:

20xx February 18 night

Daughter: "Mom, why do mosquitoes bite and suck blood?"

Mom: "Because blood is nutritious!" " "

Daughter: "Mom, milk is nutritious, why not let mosquitoes drink milk?"

Mom: This one? ..................................................................................................................................................................................

Friend, do you know the answer? Now I am curious and keen to find the answers to nature from books.

Third, I'm joking.

I used to joke when I was a freshman. A class. Teacher Feng, a Chinese teacher, asked, "Which child can make a sentence with the word' love'?"

I proudly raised my hand and replied, "Love you, my lover, my father is my lover."

Teacher Feng couldn't help laughing. Once in an exam, I wrote the synonym of "father" as "milk". Teacher Feng didn't understand, so I explained, "Milk means grandma, and son means son. When milk is together, it means grandma's son. Isn't dad grandma's son? " The whole class burst into laughter. Two jokes made me understand that we should study hard and shouldn't joke about a little knowledge.

Fourth, I am sad.

This semester, there is a math exam. I got 78 points because of a fever. I was laughed at by several classmates. I felt so humiliated that I cried for more than an hour after the meeting and my eyes were red and swollen. After understanding the reason, the mother comforted: "Silly child, it doesn't matter if you fail in the exam. You shouldn't be so vain and face-saving. The most important thing is to find out the reason and treat it correctly. You still have a long way to go in life, and there will be countless exams and greater setbacks. You should be a brave child and learn to endure setbacks. This is also good, let you experience the feelings of those students with poor academic performance? " After this failure, I understand more that even if I get excellent grades, I shouldn't be proud. There is no ever-victorious general in my research. I know how to respect students with low academic performance and try to help them make progress. I won the trust and respect of my classmates with my actions. Now, I have won the competition and become a member of the school brigade.

One story after another has been accompanied by my healthy and happy growth. Childhood is colorful and I look forward to more wonderful stories.

Stories about growth 4 There are laughter and tears on the road to growth; There is a figure of our efforts; There are also footprints that we actively study. Bits of growth are like stars in the sky, countless. Look up, the brightest is this.

When I was in the third grade, the school held the Winter Forging Festival. After class, the students began to practice nervously: some jumped rope, some kicked shuttlecock, and some jumped long rope. A few days later, the winter forging festival began to compete. In a short time, there were a lot of students on the playground. The first short rope competition began: the playground was suddenly silent, the students waited quietly, and soon the whistle sounded. The students who took part in the competition jumped up like clocks. The rope rattled when it landed. The students who didn't take part in the competition shouted, "Come on, three (9)! Come on three (9)! " As the game drew to a close, the students who had danced easily became breathless. The students cheered louder. The students who participated in the competition found their initial motivation again and danced much more easily. The students are also very excited about it. Some applauded, some jumped three feet high, and others said, "Great! I will definitely take the first place this time. " When the whistle sounded again, the game was over. After the game, the students talked word for word. The next day, the result of the competition came out: our class won the last place, which disappointed the teacher. But I think the process is the most important.

This competition made me understand: the process is the most important.

Story about growth 5: We have grown from a crying child to a sensible and intelligent student. In the process of our growth, we experienced success, failure and joy. This experience is just a story, which adds a brilliant stroke to our life.

That was a story not long ago. One day, the teacher said that there was a competition, and each class sent the strongest players. My classmates strongly recommended me, and I was a little carried away. On the recommendation of teachers and classmates, I was elected as the class representative to participate in the competition. These days, my classmates know that I want to take part in the competition, and lend me books one after another, patting me on the shoulder and saying hopefully, "You must refuel!" " Our hopes are pinned on you. "

"I will try my best." I answered with a smile. Teachers often comment on and revise mine. Looking at the expectations of teachers and classmates, I am more motivated. I work hard every day to get a good ranking and win glory for my class. I don't want my classmates' expectations to fade.

A few days before the game, I was both excited and nervous. I am afraid that I will disappoint my teachers and classmates if I lose the election, and I have no face to face them. This idea is like a stone, and it has been pressed in my heart. However, this kind of worry is not superfluous. I lost the election! I walked on the road, my eyes glazed over and my mouth twitched involuntarily. I seem to be laughing at myself. In my mind, my classmates' trusting eyes, teachers' expecting smiles and their encouraging words echoed in my ears for a long time. But I let their expectations go up in smoke and disappear with my failure.

Unconsciously, I walked into a forest. At this moment, there was a clear birdsong not far away. When I heard the news, I saw a fragile bird lying on the ground, as if trying to fly high, but lost strength and couldn't get up. I want to help it. When it saw me, it seemed a little scared. Its black eyes kept turning, so I had to hide behind a tree to observe its movement. The bird flapped its wings hard, wobbled in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. It persisted and finally flew into the blue sky after three test flights. I was shocked by this scene. I have experienced it many times in my life. It doesn't matter if I fail. As long as you stand up from where you fell and try again and again, you will succeed.

Growth is a process of tempering. Without failure, there will be no success. No pains, no gains. You are a seedling, and when you grow up, you will become a towering tree. We should face up to the little things of growth correctly and be a successful person!

Stories about Growth 6 During my growing up, there were many stories, one of which made me very proud, and I want to share it with you.

One day shortly after her ninth birthday, my mother went to my grandmother's house on business and couldn't come back at noon. My mother said that I would go to jiaozi's to eat jiaozi after school at noon. I'm glad to hear that, because I finally have a chance to go to the restaurant alone, and I want to show my ability.

After school at noon, I took the money my mother left in the office and quickly went to a nearby snack bar, which specializes in selling jiaozi. My mother often takes me here for dinner. I went in and asked for a minced meat like my mother, and jiaozi paid for it. After waiting for a while, the hot jiaozi came up. I put some vinegar on a small plate and ate it with relish. After eating, I took a plastic bag to pack the rest of jiaozi. I can't waste it!

Out of the door of the snack bar, I feel that I have grown up and I can take good care of myself without my mother. I came to my mother's office and waited for school time. At this time, my mother called to ask if I had eaten, and told me to drink more water. It seems that mom is still not at ease. I said to my mother, "Don't worry! I have grown up. "

This is the first time I have eaten alone in a restaurant. I feel great!

The story about growing up was gloomy for 7 days, and a few drops of light rain from time to time disturbed my reading. I suddenly remembered that there was a pot of flowers on the balcony, so I hurried to move it. When I opened the door, I was very surprised by what I saw. A weed grows in a small lace and swings with the wind. I decided not to destroy it, because life is precious and I don't know how it survived.

I can't help but think of weeds. I recall that I was like weeds at that time, and I could be blown away by the "wind" at any time, but there was always someone who gave me generous shoulders and warm arms, and that was my mother.

It was sunny that day, and my friends and I were playing and chasing on the grass. The bright sunshine shone on me, which was very comfortable. Unfortunately, the weather was bad and the sky was suddenly overcast. This is the prelude to rain. When my mother saw it, she strode forward and took my hand and ran home. It seems that God is right. As soon as we ran, the rainstorm came, and the bean-sized rain dripped on me, which was cold and painful. My mother and I were at a loss, but she quickly reacted, picked me up, covered my head with clothes and continued to run; When I got home, my mother and I were soaked, like two "soaked chickens". I suddenly sneezed. Because I was weak since I was a child, I soon fell asleep on the sofa, my forehead was hot and my hands and feet were cold.

My mother took my temperature-38.5 degrees, and she decided to take me to the hospital. But it's stormy outside, branches are flying in the air, and leaves are scattered with the wind and rain and fall to the ground. Dad hasn't come home at this time, but my illness is urgent. She decided to hold me on her chest, put a coat on me and wrap me in a small raincoat. She held an umbrella in one hand and held me in the other. Although it is raining heavily outside, I am warm in my mother's arms and don't feel cold at all.

My mother quickened her pace for me, but more and more raindrops "hit" her face. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw that my mother's bloodshot eyes were covered with rain and her hair was wet. The clothes she just changed were wet again, but she didn't complain and asked me if I was cold. After I shook my head, my head fell on my mother's shoulder involuntarily. Because I arrived in time, the fever was quickly controlled, but my mother caught a cold and it took me nearly a month to recover.

Outside the window, the rain continued to fall. I put the pot of flowers full of weeds in front of the window sill and applied some fertilizer to the weeds and flowers. Flowers and grass stand in harmony, like a mother and son. Flowers use their flowers to shelter the grass from the wind and rain. Mom, you are like a weather-beaten flower, holding up a bright sky for your child with solid shoulders.

Mother, you held up an umbrella for me when I was young and let me out of the darkness; It is you who exchange your body for the happiness and health of your child; It is you who lead your children to grow up with strong perseverance. On the road of growing up, your company is my greatest motivation.

Story about growth 8 Growing up has to go through many ups and downs, but once it changed me, which made me unforgettable.

From the age of 3 to 9, I never paid attention to personal hygiene. I love doodling, which has always been my hobby. But I just want very clean paper paintings. If I fail once, I will wipe them, but I will throw away a piece of paper because it is too dirty. I'll treat it as waste paper. I still like to throw it around. Obviously the trash can is nearby, but I just want to throw it somewhere else. My mother saw that I love painting and signed up for a painting class. I am very talented in painting. Students who have studied longer than me are not as good as me, so I am often praised by teachers and envied by my classmates. But I still can't get rid of my old habits. Most of the paper in the living room is mine. Teachers often criticize me for this. I don't think so either, because I have always felt that my old problem can't be cured, so I have never been able to get rid of this shortcoming. Once, I painted and composed music seriously. The first time I failed to draw, I lost my paper. A little brother picked up the paper and said innocently, "Sister, why are you littering?" . Not bad. Why throw it away? Paper is made of trees. Didn't you hear the teacher say that you should take care of trees? Give it back to you! "Suddenly, my face turned red. I took the paper from my little brother and felt warm in my heart. I will never waste paper again, because I think that little brother is right. " Take care of trees! "And my little brother's sincerity touched me!

Stories about growth 9 Some people say that a good book is like a sun, shining brightly and beautifully on our growth. Who doesn't want to pursue sunshine? Books attract me like the sun. I have been trying to spend more time reading. Speaking of which, I had a special reading experience ... holding an unfinished masterpiece, I looked at the increasingly dark sky and thought, alas, it can only wait until tomorrow ... Suddenly, I saw the flashlight on the desk. Hey, I got it!

I went out of the room, washed up and went back to my room to "sleep". Turn off the lights and doors, and my mother walks out of my room. I lay down for a while, then slipped out of bed, quietly took a flashlight and a book, and slipped back. Hee hee, this method is good, and I can enjoy reading again! I turned on the flashlight ... loyal mole, considerate mouse ... The characters in "Willow Wind" jumped out of the paper one by one, "Pa Pa", what was that noise? Ah, is mom here? ! I slammed the book quickly, and the mole and mouse disappeared in frustration, and the book was pushed to the bed by me at once. I quickly lay down and listened to what was happening outside. "Hua", the sound of turning over the newspaper. Hi! I see. I picked up the book again. I feel sleepy after watching it for a while. I moved my arm, but I didn't hold the book and fell to the ground. I was surprised, jumped out of bed, picked up the book and jumped back quickly. There is still no sound outside. I have to be careful this time. I turned over the book gently, and then I went to the wild forest, walking by the river, enjoying flowers and listening to songs. Soon, the whole book Wind in the Willows was finished. Holding a book, I closed my eyes and recalled the twists and turns of the story. Just then, the door opened and my mother came in gently. I quickly put away my books and lay down. "Why don't you sleep? Go to sleep! " "hmm." I close my eyes.

Outside the window, the moonlight is like water. In the window, I am using a book to recall the interesting reading that just happened. ...

The story about growing up 10 There are many things worth remembering when I was growing up. Let me talk about them.

4 years old:

I remember when I was a child, my parents were busy every day. Can't take care of me at home. So I spent my childhood at my grandmother's house. One day, my brother and I played with my brother in the patio of my grandmother's house, making little people out of mud. Just as we were having fun, the car horn sounded outside the door. When we looked out of the door, an uncle got out of the car. He is wearing blue overalls and jeans. I also brought a pair of big glasses. He smiled and said that the baby missed me. I said, "Who are you?" "Isn't it your father, Yan Ming?" I stopped talking and hurried to the house with my brother. "Grandma, grandma, there is a man outside." Grandma ran out to have a look and said to me, "Yan Ming, isn't that your father?" Ah, my dad, didn't dad wear big glasses before? He doesn't wear jeans either? Is it really my father? Anyway, have fun. I went to play and didn't go home until dinner. When my father asked me, I didn't say anything, just bowed my head and ate. Ask dad a word when you are full, which makes the adults laugh. I said, "Are you really my father?" Grandma said, "Then who is he?" I just started sticking to dad. Even when you sleep at night, you have to hold your father. Father said I was like glue, inseparable. This is the expression of my childish childhood.

8 years old:

At the age of eight, I am already a sensible girl. I want to thank my teachers and my parents, who make me thrive. The teacher taught me endless knowledge meticulously and patiently. My parents also taught me the truth of being a man, telling me to be helpful, selfless and self-sacrificing ... I also learned to cook, wash clothes and clean the room. I can always do my own thing. And feel happy and proud. This is my pride when I was growing up.

1 1 year:

In a blink of an eye, I am no longer a primary school student, and I have grown up for three years. Became a junior high school student. Dragging a tired body into the school gate every day. Having a boring class and watching the children chasing and frolicking outside the window reminds me of my happy childhood. Alas! When can I go back to that happy childhood? This is my growing pains.

My growing experience is happy, proud and painful!

Stories about growth 1 1 In the growth of life, how come the road is bumpy and difficulties hinder the pace of progress? Everyone is the same. There are countless growing pains. Sometimes they inspire people to make progress, but sometimes they make people shrink back.

Now let me talk about my personal feelings:

When I was in primary school, mathematics was my strong point, but when I was in junior high school, I didn't get 90 points in five courses in the first mid-term exam (the mid-term and final exams were the big exams in our school), which greatly reduced my ranking in the class. In math, which I think is my strong point, I only got 88 points. Teachers and classmates feel that they didn't play well this time, and they don't blame me much. By the second and third exams, I was only 90 points short of math, and my teachers and classmates were very disappointed with me. All the hungry students began to whisper: "The teacher still said how good he was ┅┅" The fourth exam, which was also our first grade pass, this time, I was not as careless as the previous exams, and finally I got a satisfactory score, 100. This score also made my classmates and teachers affirm me!

Students in our class think: "study is full of laughter, and exams are painful!" " "Why? Pre-exam review is what teachers in all subjects need to do, but teachers in five courses go into battle together. Each subject teacher has two papers every day, which is 200 in 20 days. We students are not complaining, but that stone is too heavy!

There are many growing pains, but you should face them with a positive attitude!

Stories about growing up 12 Dear grandma: Hello, I haven't written to you for a long time. How are you? It's great to hear from dad that you will come to our house this Spring Festival! Now let me introduce our Zhangze Power Plant!

The living area of Zhangze Power Plant is divided into three communities. One is the living quarters of 35 buildings (1 to 35), and the other is the living quarters of 10 buildings (36 to 45). Our family lives on the east side of the sixth floor, Unit 3, Building 49, San Living Area. Grandma, let me tell you: we have a small garden, a club, an ice rink, an activity center and a new swimming pool! Grandma, it's time to introduce our school. Our school has three two-story teaching buildings and a three-story activity building. There are many places of entertainment, such as reading room, gym and teaching assistant office. There is a small playground behind the teaching building. There are parallel bars, horizontal bars and ladders on the small playground.

How's it going? Not bad! Grandma, although our Zhangze power plant is small, it is not simple! Are you tempted?

I wish grandma: health and longevity, longevity is better than Nanshan, always smile and always be happy!

I am here to convey

welcome

The story about growing up is 13, which is absolutely true without any hypocrisy. This story has been in my mind for a year. Maybe it's plain, maybe it's precious, and I've never told anyone about it. Because I'm afraid people will call me an unfilial girl.

It was the first day of school and my mother sent me to school. I have three bags of milk in my hand. I got off the bus when I got to school. My mother said, give me a bag, you can't finish it. I said it was delicious. My mother begged me for a long time, but I still didn't want to. My mother had to leave. From the moment I entered the school gate, I began to regret it. Yes, my mother's love can't be repaid all my life. Thought of here, tears can't help flowing out of my eyes. I told my classmates that I had a stomachache and the teacher came to ask for leave. He readily promised. Actually, I was faking it. I want to go back and give my mother a bag of milk. How can I find my mother? Let's go to grandma's house first. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I explained what had happened to her, and she said; You child, I really don't know when you will be blessed. I bowed my head in shame. Grandma said that your mother would wait for her this afternoon. In the afternoon, my mother came back. I didn't ask her where she went, just told her, I'm sorry, she said don't worry about silly children. How can a mother in the world hate her children? Do you hate them if you love them enough? I smiled happily. My mother and I are very happy and hug each other tightly. This is the great maternal love that does not hate children's maternal love, generous maternal love, maternal love will always be like this and will never change. () Because no mother in the world will meet her children, and no child will hate her mother. Anyway, mothers all over the world are like this. Some children may hate their mothers, so when they are better than me, they don't know how to be happy. Mother is mother. She will never hate her children, always be generous and always be great. Mom, I love you, and this love will never disappear. My responsibility is to repay my mother, study hard and make progress every day. It is often said that a child is a mother's close-fitting cotton-padded jacket, always accompanying her. I told this story today, and I really believe this sentence. Parents' love is a kind smile, a kind word, a warm encouragement and a strict requirement. This is love, this is the story of love.

The story about growth 14 growth, like a river with a long history, has caused waves in my life journey; From small to large, like a lush tree, my footprints are recorded in the annual rings. Ah, my growth is like a poem and a dream.

The story happened in 20xx. I remember that time, when I was 7 years old, my parents took me to climb the mountain. Climbing the mountain on the rugged mountain road, I was dazzled by strange pines and rocks of different shapes. One by one is a heartfelt wonder and admiration. Mom smiled and said, "It's true that the Five Mountains return without looking at the mountains, and Huangshan returns without looking at the mountains!" " "

At that time, I was still young, and I couldn't understand what my mother was saying, what are the five mountains and what are mountains!

My eyes were suddenly attracted by the strange rocks hanging on the cliff. I saw it had nothing to do with other stones, hanging there alone, as if someone had moved from somewhere and was crumbling. I'm really worried that it will be blown into the ravine by a gust of wind.

According to the tour guide, it has been here for many years. Legend has it that a magical stone flew from a distance. Therefore, people call it "flying stone".

"Mount Tai Xiong, Huashan Bao, Lushan Xiu, Huangshan Wonder". It's really a word: odd!

You should know the name of this mountain, right? -Huangshan.

In the process of growing up day by day, I am constantly changing, I am harvesting, and flowers bloom and fall quietly. There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growing up are very long, and we need to seize every second of today and tie our hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.

The story about growing up 15 With the rhythm of time, unconsciously, I have changed from an innocent little girl to a girl, the so-called post-90 s generation. Looking back on my growing footprints, these stories are really worth remembering.

Climb step by step

The road to growth is like a mountain peak, which is not smooth. If you want to see the most beautiful rainbow on the opposite mountain, you must overcome all difficulties and climb up step by step. It was my father who taught me to be strong. That's right. I just entered the third grade of primary school. I fell down in the running race. The legs were worn out by the sand, and tears flowed out like disobedient children. At that time, I just cried and cried out for pain. The teacher asked my father to take me home. On the way, my father didn't carry me behind my back, but led me to walk home step by step. I clung to it because my feet really hurt. My father stopped and said to me earnestly, "If you can't learn to face this little injury firmly, how can you stand in society in the future?" Remember, the road of life is not easy, there will be many difficulties, and the only secret to face difficulties is to be strong! "

I nodded, puzzled. The scar of that year is still on my knee. Touch it when you grow up, and suddenly you have an epiphany. From then on, I firmly remembered my father's teaching and climbed up step by step with firm belief, thus growing up.

You must be more sensible when you grow up.

When I was ten years old, my grandfather left, and so did my grandfather who thought he would accompany me all my life. Grandpa always loved me, but he left me. His departure seems to make me cherish it more. Grandpa said to me when he left, "Son, you are ten years old this year. You should be sensible, because you have grown up. " He held my hand tightly, and there was something of reluctance and belief in the vicissitudes of life. I know I can't be a child anymore, because when I grow up, I will be more sensible.