My metamorphosis composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. The composition requires a complete chapter structure, and endless compositions should be avoided. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my abnormal composition compiled by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

It is known that a caterpillar will molt once and eventually grow into a beautiful butterfly, because every time it molts, it will further change itself and become better. And I, like a caterpillar, grow up slowly and become better.

I remember when I was seven years old, I was too timid to try anything, and my subconscious would quickly conclude that I couldn't. Once, my mother said, "Oh, there is not enough vinegar, Wei Wei, please help me buy a bottle across the street." It is obvious that my mother is cooking and I can't buy it, but I am afraid of delaying my mother's cooking, so I quickly went downstairs to buy vinegar. I went to the place where vinegar was sold and thought, "That boss seems to be very fierce, as if he is going to beat me up. I still won't go. " But my mother told me again ... "I turned around in front of the store several times and didn't decide whether to go or not." Then the boss came, and he looked at me with questioning eyes. In an instant, I quickly walked into the building and got on the elevator to go home.

When I grew up, my mother asked me to buy vinegar again. This time, I made up my mind to do better every time. I came to this shop again. This time, I didn't hesitate. I went straight into the store and said loudly to the boss, "Uncle Boss, please give me a bottle of vinegar." The boss said, "Hey, young man, you have grown up." The boss said, pass me the vinegar. I gave the money to my boss with vinegar and replied, "Yes, I will be better in the future!" "

In my growing up, I will always start with timidity, and you will change again and again and become the best form.

My metamorphosis composition 2 study is like a warm spring breeze,

I felt a surge of passion.

Talented women are like soft clouds.

Seize my rich vision.

Passing every exam is like a petal covered with dew.

Brought us a room full of fragrance.

Your name is like an eagle crossing the blue sky.

It brings me peace of mind and pursuit.

You are so beautiful,

Beauty is like a rainbow after rain;

You are too pure,

Pure as crystal stone.

Your resounding name is as beautiful as spring;

During the rising period of your career in Ran Ran,

I can always catch your growth,

Your success, your vagrancy, your hope.

When self-study is still very hard,

When everything is still beautiful,

When ambition is still stirring,

You can fly with fighting and flying wings!

Hope is calling and dreams will always come true!

The class in transition really propped up my flying wings!

I can no longer wander alone, I can take off with my remodeled house!

How many decades have we lived? My first decade has passed, and the transformation of the first decade has made me deeply remember.

When I was in primary school, I was afraid to look directly at the teacher on duty at the school gate almost every time I entered the campus. When I got to the classroom, I couldn't immediately integrate into the class as I do now, so I could only wander among a few good classmates. Because the class size is small, share some for the teacher.

Moreover, since I entered the preparatory class of middle school and served as the vice monitor, I am a completely different person now. You see, now every time I come to school, I can greet my teachers and classmates calmly. When you enter the classroom, immediately "order" the students in your area to hand in their homework. During the break, there will always be students who are willing to ask me some questions, and I will certainly exchange and learn with you, patiently and wholeheartedly interpret my own ideas. In the face of students with weak knowledge points, I will explain step by step, explain over and over again, and try my best to be tireless. When they finally understood and showed a happy expression on their faces, I seemed happier than them.

Teachers will also trust me and give me the opportunity to exercise myself. In my spare time, I will urge my classmates, especially English words, to change some test papers, so that I can reflect on whether I will make the same mistake or not, and I can also test that my knowledge is too difficult, so that I can feel the fun of learning.

I feel that when I grow up, class cadres are an honor, but also a responsibility and responsibility. As the flowers of the motherland, we should not only take the lead in forging ahead, but also drive the students to feel the happiness of learning and growing together.

My abnormal composition 4: I saw it when the child first came to school. Her complacency and conceit make me unbearable. I want to change her when she is still young. I want her to be transsexual. I took her away and discussed the countermeasures with the rest of my classmates, who were very willing to help her. On the first day, as usual, she put on a high horse. Her classmates are all doing their own things, and no one notices her. She was a little anxious and wanted to attract everyone's attention, but the result was still unsatisfactory ... The next day, she still did a lot of things to attract everyone's attention, but the result was not. On the third and fourth day ... she seemed to feel the intentional alienation of other students. She took the initiative to talk to someone else, but no one paid any attention to her. For a long time, she did things alone, no longer as ostentatious as when she first started school, but lowered her head every day, as if she had been hit hard. Did I do something wrong? I shouldn't do this to a child who is only six or seven years old. I blame myself.

For a time, I saw her running to the office to find a teacher every day. I thought she came to talk to the teacher, and I didn't know she was asking questions until I asked. The purpose of the question?

In the next few exams, she was among the best, and I know her purpose. Want to get everyone's attention with your grades? It's too much for her. But it's not what I thought. Not only is she not complacent, but she has not been sought after by her classmates. She goes to and from school with peace of mind every day. First grade, second grade ... fourth grade, fifth grade, she has always maintained a modest heart!

It suddenly occurred to me that it was worthwhile to spend so much thought on her. Her change and perseverance shocked everyone. Her mother called many times and asked me what I had done to change her. I don't think it's all my fault. It is children's faith and perseverance that have changed themselves.

I am a real tomboy. I always bully boys in front of them, and in our community, all boys will shout "big brother" when they see me, and I also enjoy the feeling of being "big brother".

Because I lived with my grandmother since I was a child, and she always liked boys, she took me to the barber shop to cut a "little boy's head" and bought me many boys' clothes. Over time, my personality became like a boy.

I remember when I was six years old. After dinner, my parents took me to play in Little Square near my home. As soon as I got to the square, I took my father's new skates and went to play with a group of boys. Just then, my father met his friend, and I heard him say to my father, "Look at you, your son looks like you, and you always lie to us that your child is a daughter." Isn't this a handsome big boy? "

My mother looked at me and burst out laughing. I was confused at that time.

Since then, I have long hair and speak much more softly.

I dare not write about snow because there are too many people writing about snow. Since ancient times, poets and writers have taken snow as their topic. There are many snow-chanting works in the poetry circle. The most beautiful words, the most beautiful songs, and the most passionate love have all reached the extreme in the theme of Snow. But I still can't help praising the snow.

Flying snowflakes bloom in a transparent mood, and the flying six petals turn into pieces, gently beating my messy thoughts.

A vast world, in which pale mood melts, tirelessly elegant. There is no fixed end point, but I can't find the direction when I come. The ground is wrapped in silver, which is a memorial to all the past. Everything quietly returned to this flawless world of ice and snow, and there was no forgotten corner.

The gray sky covered the sun, and the dark weather reflected the pale world. All the memories and pains are deeply frozen, leaving only a piece of white.

Take a deep breath and spit out the past, leaving only traces of people walking in the white sky. Unfortunately, it does not belong to memories.

Snow is my favorite. Snow is the crystallization of pure water and a gift from nature. Its purity makes me afraid to write about snow.

I am a typical good boy at home, and I won't quarrel with my parents or with them. So they spoil me and buy me whatever I want. And my brother's things are broken and I haven't had time to buy a new one. Because I like reading composition, my father bought me a lot of composition books. How happy and warm it is in the eyes of others. But this is not what I want. What I want is to play with other partners and study together. To this end, I gradually moved away from other partners. I was reading while they were playing, in order to get a good grade. My peers all say that I have changed, and I don't like talking or laughing. My goal was achieved, and I managed to stay away from them. Some people call me stupid and ridiculous, and I don't care if I don't have friends, but one day, my mother who never scolds me scolded me. I don't know what made my mother scold me. I cried, but not in front of my mother. I don't want others to think that I am a girl who loves to cry.

After that, I learned to quarrel with my mother and not listen to her. Dad is often away from home and comes back almost once a month. Then I see. Dad has to work to earn money. So I never quarrel with my mother when my father is at home, and I never quarrel with my mother when my father is not at home. I don't want to be a good boy anymore. Good boys will only accept it. I learned to rebel and make my mother angry.

Now I am in the third grade, and I don't like listening to my mother's nagging. My mother said that I support three sentences. I am no longer a good boy. I am just a rebellious boy now. My grades are ok, not too bad, but not too good. What will I look like in the future? I can't imagine, because people's lives have changed so much!

My metamorphosis composition 8 I am a lively, cheerful and confident senior two girl, but who knows that when I was a child, I was a timid and introverted little girl who often hid behind my mother? Now, please listen to my "transformation history" from introversion to cheerfulness!

When I was in kindergarten, I was a loner. I never raise my hand to speak in class, and I don't like to play with my friends after class. Now I have become confident, from a timid and brave little girl to a generous, confident and brave girl. The reason why I can become confident is because some activities organized by teachers have made me fully realize the happiness of self-confidence!

In the speech three minutes before class, all the students showed their talents. How time flies! It will be my speech soon. I am nervous, afraid of making a fool of myself and being laughed at by my classmates. But I can't help saying it. I keep cheering myself up in my heart: "Be calm, don't be afraid of making a fool of yourself, I'm afraid I dare not speak!" " As long as I dare to make a statement, I will do it! Come on! "As soon as the bell rang, I boldly stepped onto the podium and finished my speech easily. As soon as the voice of "thank you all" fell, applause immediately sounded in the classroom. From that moment on, I found confidence!

From then on, "reciting ancient poems", "reading classics" and "speech contest" ... I can be regarded as an active figure in these activities. In these activities, I gradually changed and finally became the confident me now!

In the corner of my memory, there is a shining star that I will never forget. This is a meaningful thing.

I remember that time, the kindergarten teacher gave the class a ticket to see the dinosaur exhibition. I was ecstatic when I got it. Finally looking forward to the weekend, let my father take me there. Father couldn't resist me and had to agree.

After arriving at that place, when we passed the corridor, dinosaur patterns were hung on the cloth. Although I hold my father's hand, I feel scared at every step.

When I walked to the door, I only took one step inside, regardless of the willy-nilly, holding my father's hand and walking back. Originally, I saw a Tyrannosaurus rex bared its teeth at us!

I was relieved when I came out, but my father seemed to read my mind and said, "In fact, sometimes scary things are imagined by our own people, and the thought scares us." I nodded thoughtfully. I don't know if my father's words worked or if I became brave. When I go to Sea World again, I still hold my father's hand, close my eyes and walk in. After that, I adapted to this dark ring, boldly took photos with animals from the ocean and fed them. Very unhappy!

From timidity to courage, this may be the meaning of growing up! Although this matter has passed, the courage I learned from it will always grow with me!

My metamorphosis composition 10 is another year, and I seem to be different from previous years.

Before the Chinese New Year, I always buy some firecrackers that are loud enough and powerful enough.

This year, I don't seem to be very interested in those.

Is it mature? Has it changed?

Every night I will sit there alone in a daze, and sometimes I will read some books. After reading the book, I will remember that I wasted those wonderful times. I always regret that I didn't cherish it before, otherwise I wouldn't be here today.

After thinking about it, I stopped looking and was in a daze. I don't know what I should do. My heart seems to be in a hurry.

I didn't go to bed until the wee hours.

I was in a daze for five consecutive nights and found that this was not the way. I graduated in just over three months. If I want to continue studying at school, then work hard!

How to change it after more than three months? I'm confused!

I once read in a book: "As long as you work hard, there will be earth-shaking changes in 20 days!" "

Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. Whether it is true or not, I still have to work hard. Only in this way, I will not regret this summer!

I will go back to school tomorrow;

Tomorrow is the starting point of my success. I hope I can take this road well and fulfill my dream!

I will be on my way tomorrow. I will go on the road with my childhood dream, and I will be recognized by sweat on this road!

I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to tomorrow when I can instantly become a beautiful butterfly like an ugly caterpillar!

I look forward to my transformation tomorrow!

My Metamorphosis Composition 1 1 Seven years ago, I was full of yearning for middle school. I once fantasized: "junior high school is a big school with more students than primary school, and it is also a place to learn more knowledge, which is more relaxed and fun."

In the previous seven years of study, sometimes I studied well and sometimes I studied poorly. Entering junior high school, I feel: new school, new environment. In the new class, there are many new students from different schools who study happiness in life together. In the study of Grade One, I am "one dog for two days, one cat for two days". I used to study very hard, and I was always speechless with the teacher's questions. I said painfully, "sitting in the classroom is like sitting in a prison." Now I am a different person. Now, my academic performance is like a pervert. I used to regard the teacher's voice as a "lullaby", and I fell asleep as soon as she gave a lecture. I slept soundly and my mouth watered.

But now I think junior high school is also an important stage in the learning process. The amount of homework is several times that of primary school, and teachers are much stricter than primary school teachers. Hey! It seems that my fantasy made a big mistake. However, I worked hard this summer vacation. After being a cat for a few days, I will try to be lazy. When I am a dog for a few days, I will study hard and will not be lazy.

Once in class, the teacher told me a question ten times, but I happened to be a "cat" that day, so I pretended to say to him, "I don't understand. The teacher flew into a rage. He scolded me severely and punished me. Later, I want to learn "dog" and study hard. Later, the teacher discovered my "secret" and I was severely punished by the teacher.

I think this is my "transformation"!