Write a 400-word composition and talk about your growth experience.

1. My growing experience 400-word composition In retrospect, my growing experience is very humorous. I played a lot of jokes when I was a child, and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.

Before I went to kindergarten, I followed my mother around. Once, I picked up a small ball by mistake. I took the ball home and asked my mother to shoot it with me. My mother smiled and said, "This is a watermelon, not a ball." I said, "Mom is not good, this is a ball."

Say that finish, I picked up the "ball" and patted it on the ground. I only heard a loud noise. At first glance, the "ball" is split in two. I was anxious and said, "The ball is broken." Mom and Dad all laughed and said, "This is not a ball! This is watermelon! " I was shocked, sat on the ground, my eyes popped out and said, "Ah! This is not a ball, it makes me angry! " It was the same when I was in kindergarten. I often joke. I remember once, the teacher taught us to read nursery rhymes. I made a few mistakes. The teacher was impatient and said, "Listen carefully before you look." This time, I listened carefully and read with my children. "Listen carefully first, then read." The teacher had no choice but to teach again. Once in primary school, I dare not be naughty again.

2. Write your own growth story. In our growth, we will experience many stories.

Some people are happy, some people are sad, some people are wronged ... everyone's story is different, and they all shine with their own unique light. When I was growing up, I will never forget one thing, that is, playing "Cats Catch Mice".

The rule is this: more than four people can start the game. The mouse has a "mouse hole" and the cat can't get in, but the mouse can't stay in the hole for a long time because they will starve to death; In addition, the cat has a bomb that can be thrown into the mouse hole. If more than one mouse doesn't come out in five seconds, guess and decide. If a cat catches a mouse, the caught mouse can't get into the mouse hole, and it will become a cat after five seconds.

The game is on! "I'll be a cat," Cai Changling volunteered. In this way, the other three people are all rats.

We stayed in the cave for a few minutes and felt a little hungry. The cat was still eating and drinking there. We had no choice but to rush out. Who knew that the cat reacted so quickly that it caught a mouse at once, and that mouse was me! The other two mice reacted quickly and ran away at once.

"Mouse" Wang Haoyang also said: "Tragedy!" I became a cat, and Cai Changling became a mouse. I tried my best to catch Chinese cabbage. Suddenly, I thought of a golden idea: I immediately called Wang Haoyang and said I wouldn't arrest him. He came with a grain of salt. I didn't catch him, but I chatted with him. When Cai Changling saw us talking, she came to our side. The time is ripe, but it's too late. I caught Wang Haoyang at lightning speed.

When he knew, we were high-fiving happily in the rat hole. Cai Changling used his secret weapon-bomb.

He threw the bomb into the mouse hole and stayed at the door. Just when we were in a hurry, we suddenly found a gap there and climbed out together.

"We won!" Cai Changling can only look at us and cheer. There were many interesting things when I was growing up.

This is something I will never forget.

I don't know when I grew up and wrote 400 words, and I have a kind of worry in my heart. I added a small lock to my thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, less naive and impulsive in the past, and learned how to be careful when getting along with people.

I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?

Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

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Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.

I was innocent when I was two hours old. Also made a lot of jokes. Now that I think about it, I still have new memories.

Mom and dad are very busy at work. I went to a small kindergarten class when I was two and a half years old. At that time, the teacher was in class and I couldn't listen. One day, all the children were drawing pictures, and I was rocking my chair to play. I rocked my chair, fell down and hit the corner of the table. The tooth pinched a hole in the tongue, and the skin on the lips was scratched, and bright red blood flowed out. You can't take medicine, you can't dress it, you can only endure it. I didn't shed a tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten.

As soon as I learned to speak, my mother asked me to speak when I met someone I knew. A woman of the same age as my mother is called "Auntie", and a woman of the same age as my grandmother is called "Grandma" ... Another day, after kindergarten was over, I went to the school where my grandmother worked. The teachers gathered around and asked me what to call them. I opened my eyes wide, some called "auntie" and some called "grandma". Teacher Ren 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 temporarily invented a name called "Auntie". As soon as I called "grandma", everyone present laughed. I still call her "grandma" until now.

In the first grade, I began to learn computer from my grandmother. I learned to input Chinese characters, arrange pages with word, edit various forms with excel, and make simple electronic tabloids with word! My greatest pleasure is browsing the Internet. I applied for a free email address and a "online composition book for primary school students" online. There are dozens of my "masterpieces" in the composition book. Recently, I wrote "Change" which has been posted on the website of "Online Composition for Primary School Students".

One day before the summer vacation this year, after school, I was looking for information on the Internet in the school computer room. My English teacher (my teacher, he taught my father, so I called him) asked me to find him English exercises for middle school students. I found it quickly with Baidu. Open it and see that it is a compressed file. Download it to disk e first, find it after downloading, and decompress it. Favourite looked at the topic and said, "Linlin, this is it. Arrange the pages and print them out with a printer. " I did as touts said. The onlookers looked around and said, "This little thing is better than all of us!" " I was very proud when I heard the teachers' praise. But I will never be proud, and I will continue to work hard.

Childhood is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. These things are good memories for me.

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In retrospect, my growing experience was humorous. I made a lot of jokes when I was a child, which made my stomach ache.

Before I went to kindergarten, I followed my mother around. Once, I picked up a small ball by mistake. I took the ball home and asked my mother to shoot it with me. My mother smiled and said, "This is a watermelon, not a ball." I said, "Mom is not good, this is a ball." Say that finish, I picked up the "ball" and patted it on the ground. I only heard a loud noise. At first glance, the "ball" is split in two. I was anxious and said, "The ball is broken." Mom and Dad all laughed and said, "This is not a ball! This is watermelon! " I was shocked, sat on the ground, my eyes popped out and said, "Ah! This is not a ball, it makes me angry! "

It was the same when I was in kindergarten. I often joke. I remember once, the teacher taught us to read nursery rhymes. I made a few mistakes. The teacher was impatient and said, "Listen carefully before you look." This time, I listened carefully and read with my children. "Listen carefully first, then read." The teacher had no choice but to teach again.

When I went to primary school, I dared not be naughty again, because my father said,' I can't learn well and I can't slap that.' I had to change it, because my dad's fried pork with bamboo shoots was not delicious.

You see, this is my previous growth experience, and I believe that all of us will grow better and better!

5. Write a 400-word composition with the theme of "growing experience". Don't write too many words. Nearly 400 growth experiences. Everyone has a growing process and must have many ideals and ambitions. Of course, I am no exception. Today I will talk about my growing experience. I clearly remember that I participated in the ninth "Growing Experience" in early June last year, 65438+February. Although I won the championship, there are unknown efforts behind it. I worked hard day and night to prepare for the last game. I practice assembling the hull repeatedly every day to get familiar with the internal structure of the ship and get better results in the competition ... Finally, in June of 65438+February, I came to Xiaoshan with the hope of victory. However, in the hull assembly competition, I had to find another part to replace it. Finally, I won the seventh place. When I left the competition room, I shed tears of regret. Finally, with the encouragement of the teacher, my heart is full of self-confidence. Finally, in the racing competition, I passed all the way and won the championship with excellent results. At this time, I shed tears of excitement ... I am very excited through this competition.

6. Growth Experience Composition 400 words In my memory, growth is the corn stalk at jointing stage. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller and grow up by one year.

Looking at my growth record, I couldn't help laughing when I saw the cautious look when I learned to ride a bike at the age of six. When I was six years old, I often saw my neighbor's sister riding a bicycle around the yard smartly. I am envious and beg my father to buy one for me.

Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bike. A tall man like me is sure to do something extraordinary! I got on the bus with great joy.

I didn't expect the handlebars to work at all, so I fell off a pier. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help.

Dad patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried to ride it several times, and the effect was not bad.

"Practice by yourself, you can do it." Dad encouraged me to say.

"ah? Let me fall again? " "If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn." Throwing caution to the wind! I got on the bike trembling, and the handlebars kept shaking.

"Don't worry, hold on!" After stopping for a while, the car finally stopped to dance yangko. "Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"hey!" My funny expression will be fixed forever: grinning and staring, as if I were not riding a bike, but stepping on a mine. However, it won't be long before I can easily ride a bike on the road.

I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood a growing truth: there is always a process to learn something, and it is impossible to eat a fat man at once. If you make progress in spite of difficulties, you can succeed. This is a little thing when I was growing up.

These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow and make me forge ahead. The years of growing up are like running water, coming and going in a hurry.

Before you know it, it's time to change again. Around every child like me, there are joys and troubles that irrigate our growth.

Happiness and trouble are always two inseparable souls, reflecting each other. Almost all people don't want trouble to follow them. As long as they are happy, they think that there is no trouble and happiness will always accompany them.

Some people feel that there is no happiness in the world and fate is always playing tricks on them. The troubles in their hearts make it impossible for them to imagine happiness. But I don't think so. The creator created two poles of things: light and darkness, black and white, justice and evil ... Only when happiness and trouble coexist can we have a regretless growth experience.

Did you miss the joy of growing up? After a year in a hurry, the clock struck zero and I grew up again. Counting the happy things in this year, I really can't remember at first.

Think again? Got it! It's fun to participate in military training at school! The school organized an autumn outing and had a good time! I also went to the concert, which was really exciting! Also, every time I do my homework, the speed is always twice as fast as that of other students, who haven't finished it yet. I'm already reading extracurricular books! And the time when the competition won the prize; When making new friends; When I received a gift during the holiday ... seriously, in just one year, I added so many shining stars to my growth record. This is not the literary knowledge that can be learned from "endless learning", nor is it an understandable problem-solving idea for Olympiad Mathematics. It is as sweet as candy.

I still have unyielding stubbornness and naughty rebellion, eager to catch up with the pace of growth in my growth and hold on to that splendid time. I giggled at the thought. The joy of growing up didn't slip away, but I got it all.

I am as satisfied as candy and can't wait to go to my next destination. Growing pains, is it joy or sadness? Everything has its shortcomings. It is this shortcoming that makes it truly perfect, and it is the trouble that makes the original colorful growth path better.

Growing up means saying goodbye to the past and everything I miss and give up. Childhood memories are endless, and everything makes us happy and moved.

Dolls, ice cream, merry-go-round, these beautiful things will be left behind by us when we grow up. I suddenly woke up from my dream and cried for my mother.

Mom said that when I grow up, I will be independent and can't rely on others any more. When my companions grew up with me, I found that they didn't understand me more and more and often spoke ill of me. Teachers don't care about me as much as before, but they don't understand me more and more ... I have experienced many things that I am afraid and hate, and I don't understand why so many people are against me.

My troubles are numerous and unreasonable, but it is this kind of trouble that has taught me knowledge that happiness can't give me: strength, understanding and tolerance ... just like a cup of tea, it tastes bitter at first and has endless aftertaste. The pace of growth continues, there is no turning back, and there is no need to turn back.

Only by knowing that you can't grow twice can you grow up well and live up to these years. Whether it is happiness or trouble, it irrigates my growth and is the nutrition I need! In the process of growing up, I not only grew taller and grew up, but also learned a lot about life.

I have changed from a child who only knows how to play crazily to a big child who knows how to care about others and study hard. On a sunny Sunday, my good friend and I played in the garden of the community.

When I squatted on the ground to observe the grass on the roadside, I turned around and suddenly found an old woman holding a little sister in her left hand and pushing a stroller in her right hand, and passed a hurdle. However, grandma can't get through no matter how hard she pushes.

The people sitting in the shade were talking and laughing, but no one came forward to help grandma push the cart. I ran to grandma, stretched out my hands and pulled the stroller over the railing.

Grandma was very happy and kept saying to me, "Thank you, little classmate!" " "I said to my grandmother," Grandma, you're welcome. " Grandma smiled and held her little sister out of my sight.

Walking on the way home, I feel that I have really grown up and matured, because I have learned to care about others. As the saying goes, "Don't do small things with kindness." "Don't do a good thing just because it is small.

Even if you just smiled a pen at your classmates and helped grandma push a car, it's a good thing. Good things are accumulated bit by bit.

Helping others is beneficial to our growth.

7. Composition about Growth 400 words Everyone will experience many things in the process of growing up. Among them, if you stand in the gap of time and turn around, you will see 18 years after the age of 7. Memories fall little by little with snowflakes. Then sink into the world and disappear into the bustling world. During this period, there are always people who can't be described in words. After 90, we are arrogant, laughing loudly and greeting our companions, seemingly carefree. As time goes by, looking at the red mark on the height scale and thinking about those ignorant childhood, we realize that we are no longer children. The country road we walked, the shade we climbed, and the river where we rolled up our trousers to catch fish ... have gradually become distant and have been labeled as unfamiliar by time. I still remember one time I had a quarrel with my parents. When I got angry, I ran out of the house and strolled in the street. Later, my friends and I came home late, opened the door, looked at the cold food on the table and shouted. They are not at home. Look carefully, there is a note left by my father on the table. "Son, when you come back, please heat the rice while it is hot, and don't be hungry." I cried when I saw this. I always thought I had grown up, but I didn't expect that I had been living under the love of my parents. We always complain and don't know what to pay for them. But when we are in trouble, they are always the first to support me silently. Maybe, always do something for us. Many people will want to say that they are born in a rich family and live a life of food and clothing, but it doesn't matter who really thinks about it. It needs love and the company of relatives, which is enough. Growing up with them is happiness. Maybe this has something to do with your theme, but this is my first time writing.

8. Composition: I grew up in about 400 words and gradually forgot me as a child. When I looked back, I suddenly found that "I" was such a vague impression. The day before I entered kindergarten, I was picked up by my parents from my grandmother's house, and I felt so strange to the things next to me. I don't know all the people my age here, but I only know that I will grow up with them. School begins. I cried and said that I had to sit with my neighbor's children. The teacher has no choice but to obey my wishes. I was an overbearing girl when I was a child. Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, I was already a girl in grade six. I like to sit quietly in my seat and read my composition. No matter how noisy it is, I just sit in my seat and savor the charm of my composition alone. In class, I occasionally, after class, I chat with my good friends and go back to my seat. Because I find that talking with people is not as enjoyable as reading. At that time, I thought it was my best playmate, and every friend of mine was not worthy of articles that could make people feel happy and unhappy with it. At that time, I didn't know what a friend meant, but simply thought that anyone who wanted to play with himself was his good friend, and I never thought about whether to cherish it. I am a girl who likes reading but doesn't know how to cherish friendship. After entering junior high school, I no longer like sitting quietly in my seat reading. I like chatting with old friends and new classmates, which I think is very interesting. Meanwhile, I began to change. From the girl who doesn't like walking after class to a girl who likes chatting, joking and bickering, I began to become very lively and stopped eating the composition book that I thought was more precious than my friends. I even think those books are boring. Why did I like them so much in primary school? I feel that I have changed a lot. I don't know what changed me, and I'm a little confused. Now I am very happy. I know how to cherish the hard-won friendship between friends and understand that books are not as valuable as friends. Only friends are eternal.