500 words personal growth story

① A 500-word composition on the story of growing up

In life, people will encounter many unsatisfactory things. If you persist, you will succeed.

Perhaps because of my lack of talent, I am always much slower than others in learning the saxophone. When practicing intonation, my fingering and playing posture are always incorrect. No matter what the teacher said, taught, or demonstrated, I just couldn't learn it. After a long period of hard practice, I was finally able to play harsh notes. But other classmates can already play to a standard, which makes me feel a little ashamed.

When learning to ventilate and pronounce sounds, I seemed a bit inexperienced. I breathed in and out in a hurried manner and my sounds came out cracklingly. I'm a little disappointed. When I was learning rising and falling tones, I was a complete mess. Not to mention trying to meet the teacher's standard of continuous vomiting, I was "dancing for joy" even if I changed notes every two beats. I'm a little discouraged.

Alas, not to mention the ones that come down, sometimes they have eighth syllables, and sometimes they have sixteenth syllables. I felt dizzy and foggy. The slapping of the feet is purely random. I have some low confidence.

Ah! Oh my gosh! Is this where my music learning ends? I was absolutely devastated when I was learning the harder songs. What great music, why can I only play it as a "Pig Killing Symphony"? I'm desperate!

I didn’t study during the summer vacation, so I directly announced that I won’t study anymore——! Mom asked me why. I said it directly and frankly. I don't have much talent, I can't always learn, and the teacher is impatient. I simply can't learn. My mother understood what I meant very well, but she still wanted me to continue learning, so she said: "Do you think this will work? Let's change the teacher to a younger one. Young people are the most patient. What others have learned in one session, we will learn in five sessions." Festival Society." I reluctantly agreed and persisted.

Now, I am about to take the exam, and I am very happy. My music story will continue.

Failure is not terrible, as long as you dare not challenge again; setbacks are not terrible, as long as you dare not start again.

② A growth story of 500 words

When I was growing up, I experienced many things, and the thing that impressed me the most was learning to cook. I remember one night when I was nine years old, I was learning to stir-fry vegetables in the kitchen. I said to my mother, let me do it. Although my mother was not very relieved, she went back to her room to rest.

I first wash the vegetables one by one, cut them into pieces with a knife and put them in the basket for later use.

Then, I gently pressed the gas switch, and then turned it, and suddenly, blue flames burst out. I put the washed iron pot on the gas stove. Put an appropriate amount of oil in the pot, let it burn for a while, and then add the vegetables into the pot. After a while, wisps of green smoke came out of the oil in the pot. Then, I poured the green vegetables into the pot, and I only heard the sound of "sizzling--sizzling". "Ouch!" I shouted loudly. "What's wrong?" Mom ran out of the room and asked anxiously. "When I poured the green vegetables, it splashed on my hands!" "Be careful in the future!" Then I stir-fry a few times with a spatula, then add some MSG and salt, stir-fry a few more times, put in half a bowl of water, and boil for a while. While watching attentively, I asked puzzledly: "Mom, why do you put half a bowl of water?" My mother said softly: "If you don't put water, the cooked vegetables will have no moisture and will be very dry. It doesn’t taste good! “Oh! That's it. It's hard to imagine that there is so much knowledge in cooking vegetables! Under the care of my mother, I completed this dish-fried vegetables.

The green vegetables are green and shiny, especially attractive. My mother took a pair of chopsticks, put the piece into her mouth, chewed it and said: "It's moderately salty and very refreshing. It's really full of color, flavor and flavor, which makes people salivate." In fact, this dish also has my mother's credit, she was the one who called me Don't be discouraged.

Through this incident, I understand that not everything is easy to do. This is an interesting little thing in an interesting story of my growth.

③ How to write a 500-word composition about my growth story

1 I don’t know since when, I have something on my mind, and my thin notepad has a small lock. , I am more cautious in my words and actions, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I have learned how to be careful when getting along with others.

I wonder if as people grow older, they have to bear more and more pressure, and things cannot be as simple and smooth as they were when they were young.

As we grow older, we no longer indulge in the games of the past. Playing house when we were young has long been a stranger to us. The flirting we had when we were children will not change in a hundred years, and it has long become a joke to us. Now we never dare to make any promises to others casually, and everything in the past has long become history. When you look back suddenly, you realize that all this has already gone away from you.

Yesterday I had an quarrel with Yue over a small matter. Today I still maintain a "distance" when I meet Yue. I know that if I have a falling out with Yue, I can't be like when I was a child. I had a falling out this morning and still remain in the afternoon. You can hold hands and play together. As we grow older, we no longer are childish and innocent, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also increasing day by day. Sometimes when you make a mistake, no matter whose fault it is, you won't apologize to anyone easily. If you have a falling out, it will be difficult to play freely as before. Instead, there will be an added embarrassment between each other. As time goes by, there will be an additional layer of separation. "Time can dilute everything?" But can it dilute the conflicts between Yue and I?

After bidding farewell to Ming in tears today, Ming boarded the train going north, and we have been separated by a world since then. The so-called saying "It's hard to see each other, and it's hard to say goodbye" is on the occasion of this farewell. It is vividly reflected that it is precisely because of the pain of separation that we cherish the togetherness we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits. No one will stay too long for an unnecessary station. It is precisely because of our pursuit that no matter how good we are in the past, Friends are separated now. The good ones may become better in the future, but the bad ones may become like strangers when we see each other in the future.

In the last monthly exam, Jun won the title of first in the class, his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity was "an instant success", while Cheng "won" the title of the last in the class. "Championship", with such results, Cheng didn't shed tears, because he understood that men don't shed tears lightly, and if they want to shed tears, they can only be shed in the heart. As a result, Cheng was demented in class for several days.

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Growth is like this, there is laughter and crying, joys and sorrows and separation. In the passing years, we have gained and lost too much. Every smile of victory and every cry of grievance have made us understand a lot. In the days when we get together with friends, we learn to be patient, when we are sad and shed tears, we learn to get up, and when we achieve results, we learn to be humble. `````

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

When I was a child, I was innocent. We also made a lot of jokes. Thinking about it now, the memory is still fresh.

My parents are very busy at work, so I went to kindergarten when I was two and a half years old. At that time, Teacher Hou was in class, but I couldn't listen yet. One day, the children were painting, and I was rocking the chair below. The chair swayed and fell over, and I knocked on the corner of the table. My teeth cut a hole in my tongue, and the skin on my lips was scratched, and bright red blood flowed out. There was no way to apply medicine or bandage, so I had to endure it. I didn't shed a single tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten as usual.

As soon as I learned to speak, my mother told me to speak when I see people I know. Women who are about the same age as my mother are called "aunties", and women who are about the same age as my grandma are called "grandma"... Another day, the kindergarten was over, and I went to the school where my grandma worked. The teachers gathered around and asked me what I would call them. I opened my eyes wide and saw that some were called "aunt" and some were called "grandma". Teacher Ren came over and asked me what I wanted to call her. I looked at her for a long time and found that she was older than my mother and younger than my grandma. I improvised a name for her, "Grandma". When I called "Grandma", everyone present laughed. To this day I still call her "Grandma".

When I was in first grade, I started learning computers from my grandma. I learned to input Chinese characters, use Word to organize pages, and use Excel to edit various forms. I can also use Word to make a simple electronic tabloid! My greatest pleasure is browsing the Internet. I applied for a free online e-mail and the "Online Composition Textbook for Primary School Students", and there are already dozens of my "masterpieces" in the composition text.

Recently, the "Changes" I wrote has been published on the "Online Composition for Primary School Students" website.

One day after school before the summer vacation this year, I was searching for information on the Internet in the computer room of the school. The English teacher (my master, he taught my father, so I call him this) asked me to find middle grade English exercises for him. I quickly searched it using "Internet". When you open it, you will see that it is a compressed file. First download it to the E drive. After the download is completed, find it and unzip it. The master looked at the topic and said, "Linlin, that's it. Arrange the pages and print them out with a printer." I did as the master said. The teachers who were watching looked at it and said, "This little thing is better than us!" I heard the teachers' praise and I was very proud. But I will never be proud and will continue to work hard.

Childhood is beautiful, splendid and colorful. These things are great memories for me.

④ A 500-word story about family growth

A 500-word story about family growth

When I was growing up, there were many things that I forgot about as time went by. But there is one thing that I will never forget.

I remember it was a Saturday morning, and I was happily playing with my iPad. Suddenly, my dad came over and said, "Son, dad will take you to the Science and Technology Museum today, okay?" I said happily, "Okay!" "You have to bring your bicycle!" Dad said. I said, "Why?" "I want to see your driving skills!" Dad said again. Hearing this sentence, I was both excited and nervous. I was excited because I could finally ride a bike with my dad, but I was nervous because I was about to ride on the road for the first time.

My father and I pushed the bicycle onto the road. As soon as we got on the car, the faucet seemed to be disobedient, swinging back and forth and unstable. My father said to me kindly: "Don't be nervous. You can do it." This sentence gave me a lot of confidence, and finally I was able to stabilize my position. However, I saw the cars passing by like arrows, and I panicked again. I finally got on the car. , riding swayingly, my father kept guiding me: "When riding a bicycle, keep the faucet straight, keep your eyes focused on the front, ride on the right, and keep a straight line..."

It's not easy. When I rode to the "ten" intersection, the traffic coming and going was so scary that I couldn't ride across. My father said, "Push it over! Once you get used to it, you can ride over." I felt that pushing the bicycle across the road was harder than riding. It’s much easier for cars to cross the road. In this way, under Dad's guidance, we rode for a while, stopped for a while, and finally rode to the Science and Technology Museum. I couldn't mention how happy I was. The original nervousness was replaced by the joy of success.

This thing remains fresh in my memory because it allowed me to taste the joy of success and the joy of growth.

⑤ Requesting a 500-word story about "Personal Growth and Talent"

Part 1: My Personal Growth Story

Hello everyone! I am Wan Yonghui from Class 5(1). Time flies. In the blink of an eye, a semester has passed. I have lived up to the expectations of my teachers and parents, and I am happy to have become one of the "Four Good Boys" this semester.

I am an optimistic and sunny boy who loves life. I am diligent and thrifty in life and never waste. I honor my parents, respect my teachers, and unite my classmates. "Try your best and be the best version of yourself" is my motto. I strictly demand myself everywhere, set an example in everything, and assist the teacher in managing the class. I am the teacher's right-hand man. I have always been able to serve my classmates wholeheartedly and influence the students around me with my enthusiastic and cheerful personality. Wherever I am, there is laughter. I have won everyone's full trust in me, which also makes me feel happy.

I love learning. On the road of learning, I take one step at a time, always maintain a positive spirit, and never give up or give up when facing difficulties. In class, I actively used my brain and gave wonderful answers that made the teacher remember my name. Outside of class, he is even more meticulous when doing homework, and the words on each assignment are neat and clean. Reading is one of the great pleasures of my spare time. From fairy tales to history books, from natural science to astronomy knowledge, they are all my favorites. I won't miss an opportunity. Under the careful cultivation of teachers, his grades are always among the best in the class.

The award I am most proud of is winning a gold medal and a bronze medal in the double dance competition at the Youngor Stadium.

My efforts have not been in vain. Amidst everyone's praise, I warned myself: Don't be proud and keep working hard!

⑥ A 500-word composition on the story of growing up

In my memory, growth is like jointed corn stalks. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller. Festival, another year older. Looking through my growth records, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw how cautious I was when I learned to ride a bicycle at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I saw my neighbor’s sister often riding a bicycle in the yard. I was very envious, so I begged my father to buy me one too. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bicycle.

A tall guy like me will definitely do something extraordinary! I happily got into the car. Unexpectedly, the handlebar didn't obey the control at all, and it fell down completely. I gritted my teeth and stood up, asking my dad for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of riding a bicycle: I need to be brave, stay calm, and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried riding it for a few laps, and the effect was pretty good.

"Practice yourself, you will definitely be able to do it." Dad encouraged me.

"Huh? Are you asking me to fall again?"

"You will never learn if you are afraid of falling."

Give it a go! I rode on the bike tremblingly, the handlebars shaking constantly.

"Don't worry, hold on tight!"

I calmed down and the car finally stopped spinning.

"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"Click!" My funny expression was forever fixed: grinning, staring, as if I was not riding a bicycle, but stepping on a landmine. However, it didn’t take long before I was able to easily ride on the road. Not only did I learn to ride a bicycle, I also understood a principle of growth: there is always a process of learning something, and you cannot become fat in one bite. If you have to overcome difficulties and advance, 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 up and urges me to forge ahead.

⑦ 500-word growth story of a celebrity

The First Violinist One day, Eins received a letter. The letter went like this: Dear Professor: There is an urgent matter. The husband of the second violinist wants to talk to you.

This letter is unaddressed, so who is the second violinist? It turns out that she is Queen Elisabeth of Belgium. She was the princess of Bavaria before she got married. She was a fellow countryman and friend of Einstein. Rather, she was Einstein's musical friend. Einstein visited the queen every time he came to Belgium. The queen is a versatile person. She loves science, literature, and even the violin. She leads a simple life, is open-minded, does not put on airs, and is approachable. Belgians love her very much.

Many people call her the "Red Queen".

Once, a Belgian royal car was ordered to pick up Professor Einstein at the train station. The driver was waiting for Einstein at the door of the first-class carriage.

Einstein got off the car, but when all the passengers were gone, there was no sign of Einstein. The driver of the car had to return to the palace empty-handed and reported to the queen that the professor had not come.

However, half an hour later, Eins, wearing an old raincoat and carrying his most beloved violin, arrived

where the queen spent her summer vacation. summer palace. It turned out that Einstein did not take the first-class train, he took the third-class one. The professor always preferred to ride in third-class cars, because he could blend in with the passengers in the third-class cars and avoid being recognized and causing trouble.

After he got off the third-class carriage, he walked out of the station freely, asking for directions as he walked. When he reached the palace hall, there were already three people sitting inside, waiting anxiously for him, the first violinist. As soon as Einstein arrived,

the quartet began immediately. Einstein served as concertmaster. Her Majesty the Queen plays second fiddle.

Einstein was not only a great scientist, but also an excellent violinist with profound knowledge of music

. So how did he start studying music?

Einstein’s mother Pauline was a virtuous mother with cultural accomplishment. She loves music and was Einstein's first music teacher. Once, my mother sat in front of the piano and played the keys gently, and the melody that popped up was like a gurgling stream. After the song ended, she looked back and saw little Einstein tilting his head to listen to the piano! He listened with such fascination. The young mother feels that her child has a strong sense of music. She happily said to little Einstein: "Look at your serious look. You look like a university professor! Hello! My dear little guy. Why don't you speak?

"Little Einstein was immersed in the world of music and didn't answer a word. He was only 3 years old at that time.

Little Albert (Einstein’s name) began formally learning the violin at the age of 6. His young mind had already entered into the beautiful melody. The traditional violin teaching method is not an artistic enjoyment, but hard labor and corporal punishment.

Even doing repetitive, mechanical bowing exercises and fingering exercises for hours on end.

Sometimes little Albert felt trouble.

Seven years later, he understood the mathematical structure of harmony and music. He experienced the skills and mysteries of playing Mozart's works. The strings and heartstrings rang together, and his life's scientific and artistic career began.

Einstein learned violin skills not through formal violin Homann tutorials, but through Mozart's sonatas

. He believed that love is the best teacher, and he fell in love with Mozart from then on. The violin also became Einstein's lifelong companion and goddess of joy in his academic career. She drove away the melancholy and noise, and drove away the chaos and evil for the scientist.

She added beauty and harmony to the scientist.

The violin participates in scientific debates. Whenever Einstein is invited to a physics seminar by Leiden University in the Netherlands, Einstein always

loves his friend, the great physicist Ehrenfest's house. Einstein came to the Netherlands from Berlin. From the noisy city to the ancient and quiet town, he really felt peaceful and happy. When he heard the large and small windmills around him turning leisurely with the wind and singing "Yi Yi Ya Ya", his heart was filled with poetic feeling.

At Ehrenfest’s house, the violin often participated in fierce scientific debates among scientists. Ehrenfest and Ein

Stein was arguing fiercely over a certain issue. Ehrenfest was so quick in thinking and so good at grasping the problem

Quality. If he found even the slightest flaw in Einstein's words, he would seize it immediately. Of course, Einstein is no inferior either. When they were red-faced in the war of words, they wanted to take a break.

Both Ehrenfest and Poulenc were excellent pianists. Einstein was a violinist. Accompanied by these two

physicists, the melody played by Einstein on the tambourine will add a lot of special brilliance.

While their performance was in progress, Einstein suddenly stopped. He stopped pulling. Then he struck the violin strings hard with his violin bow

His intention was to make Ehrenfest stop the piano accompaniment. Einstein resumes his

scientific monologue. Ehrenfest listened carefully to his monologue with his hands on the piano. He was like a hunter in the forest, waiting for Einstein's loophole with a shotgun. Once he seizes a loophole, Ehrenfest will fire a volley of bullets like a hunter. Sometimes when Einstein's thoughts encountered obstacles, he would anxiously walk to the piano and play a clear big *** with a few fingers.

Be strong and powerful and play these three *** repeatedly.

"Boring! Boring! Boring!" Einstein was knocking on the door of "God". It seems to be asking nature: "What should I do?

What should I do?!"

Sometimes, after flicking, the door of "God" opens to them both . The two friends smiled gently at each other from the argument.

Violin Solo Concert In 1933, Hitler plunged the entire Germany into disaster, and German refugees, especially the German

Jews, fled everywhere. At that time, Einstein happened to be in California, USA. On March 10, a reporter from the New York World Telegraph came to visit Einstein.

The next day Einstein came to New York and met the German consul in the United States. The consul said to Einstein: "Mr. Professor, I saw the conversation you made yesterday to the reporter of the New York World Telegraph. This conversation shocked Berlin. You

What are you going to do?"

"I don't have any plans!"

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Back to Germany!" Einstein replied firmly.

"It's better to go back to Germany!" The Consul General sat upright on the sofa. Then he said: "Now that the National Socialist Workers' Party is in power, the new regime is fair to every German citizen. Your view is one-sided. Professor, we know that you are un

Damn it, the German *** won’t do anything to you.”

At this time, the consul general’s secretary walked out of the office, leaving only Einstein and the consul in the room. The cold look on the consul's face

suddenly disappeared. He leaned towards Einstein and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Professor, now we can treat each other as friends

A few words about identity. Your decision not to return to Germany is correct. But you must not go back to Germany! You are the most famous Jew in the world, and Hitler is the most fanatical person in the world. , the most criminal anti-Semite. You have advocated peace, democracy, and progress throughout your life. Hitler hated peace, democracy, and progress. If you go back to Germany, they will never let you go. They will take you

to a concentration camp, hang you up and beat you, and then drag you along the road by your hair. Those gangsters can do anything

! ”

A few days later, the Einsteins boarded a ship bound for Belgium. Einstein leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, his heartbeat

was like the turbulent waves on the Atlantic Ocean. He decided to hold a violin recital on this giant ship and use his violin to raise funds for the persecuted Jews.

The concert begins. He waved his skillful bow, and his nimble fingers danced on the violin fretboard. For a while

It was a fierce bow bow, for a while it was a deep ***, for a while it was delicate vibrato, and for a while it was sonorous St. Carter

The sound of his violin drifts with the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. However, who knew at this time that this was a violinist who was practicing while studying the theory of phase

!

At a lecture in the Czech Republic in 1921, Einstein was invited by the Czechs to the capital Prague. This place was a return to old ground for

Einstein. After many years of absence, Prague has become the capital of the new Czechoslovak Republic.

In the physics laboratory of the University of Prague, portraits of Newton and Einstein hang side by side. College students feel extremely privileged to see the characters in the portraits hanging on the wall next to them every day.

This afternoon, Einstein gave a lecture on the theory of relativity. Einstein talked endlessly about how length and mass can change with speed, energy is proportional to the square of speed, the curvature of time and space, and so on. There was silence in the venue, but few people could actually understand it.

However, every audience member believed that being in the same hall with Einstein was an unforgettable moment in his or her experience.

A reception will be held after the lecture. It was Einstein's turn to speak: "Gentlemen! Today I have talked a lot about the theory of relativity. Now I will play a famous violin piece for you! This may be easier to understand. Or more interesting.

Some. ”

At this symposium where advanced science in the twentieth century was being discussed, the great physicist played the concord with his own fingers.

With the classical music in tune, the attendees unexpectedly got a unique enjoyment. His performance received waves of enthusiastic

loud applause.