Composition of first-year growth

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has written a composition and should be familiar with all kinds of compositions. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. What is the composition you have seen? The following are eight first-year growth compositions I collected for you. Welcome to share.

During my growing years, many things happened. Most of them disappear in the long river of memory with the passage of time. But one thing is deeply imprinted on my mind. It is like the most striking and dazzling planet in the sky.

I remember that day, I went to the movies with my aunt and mother. The cinema is on the ninth floor, and we are going to take the transparent elevator. On hearing the word "transparent elevator", I was so scared that my legs went weak and I plopped down on the ground and refused to get up. I'm afraid of heights! I clenched my fist, my whole body was covered in cold sweat, and my little heart began to "plop … plop", as if to jump out of my mouth. No matter what my mother said, I just refused to get up and insisted on taking the stairs. In desperation, my mother and aunt had to drag me into the elevator from the ground. I want to get rid of my mother's clutches, but it's too late. The elevator door has been closed and will start soon. At this time, my mother said to me, "Hold the handrail next to you and pay attention to safety." "This glass will break? Is the elevator going up and down quickly? Will I fall? " I asked trembling.

The elevator had started before mother began to speak. As soon as the elevator started, my heart became tense and I felt that the whole person was light. I quickly squatted down. After a while, I tried to open my eyes. Ah, the people below are as interesting as ants. I want to see curiosity overcome fear outside, and I stand up slowly. The white clouds in the sky are playing like naughty children, and the tall buildings on the ground are guarding the road like determined soldiers. Unconsciously, we have reached our destination, but I am not afraid. I am very happy because I have overcome my fear.

This matter has always remained in my memory, forever emitting its brilliant light.

The first contact was unintentional.

It was a sunny day, and the paper left alone at the door was picked up by me at will. Several striking Chinese characters caught my eye: Zhejiang occupied 4 seats and Yiwu was selected. Seeing this, I thought in dismay: What does this have to do with me? Just then, a petite figure slipped in, flying like a swallow. I had a newspaper in my hand, but I didn't panic in my eyes. A dexterous turn escaped her "pouncing on food".

"Hey, little sister, don't hide!" The girl turned to complain to me, her face full of cunning. My heart remained unchanged. I reached out and grabbed her braid and said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't tell Aunt Yun?" "Hey, hey," the girl smiled awkwardly twice, and then asked solemnly, "Sister, what's that in your hand?" I gave her the newspaper in my hand and went to have a cup of tea.

"Oh, my mother talked to them about this yesterday. Why are these here! "

"What?" Hearing the girl scream, my falling foot suddenly turned in one direction and wanted to go around behind her.

The girl handed the newspaper generously and asked me, "Sister, do you know Yiwu?" Now it's my turn to be embarrassed. I giggled twice and didn't answer. Seeing that I didn't talk, she began to proudly introduce Yiwu to me: "Yiwu, together with Hangzhou, Ningbo and Wenzhou, is the four regional central cities in Zhejiang Province, which should be in the middle of Zhejiang Province ..." Her voice became trance under the cicada, but it left a deep impression on my childhood.

Only then did I understand the meaning of newspapers. It's not about me, it should be about everyone. I leafed through the newspaper and suddenly found that students can do some things, such as ...

A few days later, a manuscript with my signature was added to the manuscript on the teacher's desk. In the campus full of rumors, it was long known that this batch of manuscripts had been handed in and voted for Jinhua Evening News. In the days after submission, my life hasn't changed much, except for a daily newspaper and chatting with friends.

The moonlight at night will not fall on the windowsill, and the silver line will condense into a beam and fall on the paper in my hand. I tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep. I got out of bed and saw the newspaper on the table, so I picked it up to pass the time. At that age, I couldn't understand political news. I prefer to watch Meitu Fun, Student World and Entertainment News. In the moonlight, I sometimes smile and close my eyes. Thinking of my recent chat with my grandfather, I suddenly found that what we talked about has become much more profound, and this is all the changes it has brought me. Once my classmate complained to me: "I will fall asleep when reading." "However, that night, I looked more and more energetic. To this end, as soon as I arrived at school the next day, I sighed at that person: "Friend, in fact, your' watching and falling asleep' is just an excuse for you to sleep!" The man looked at the shadows around my eyes and smiled blankly.

At noon, when my friend went to get the newspaper, he accidentally brought back an envelope belonging to me. The sender's address is scrawled on it. Jinhua Evening News, I have guessed some. I opened the envelope and said to them, "I didn't expect the first bucket of gold in my life was given to me by Jinhua Evening News."

On that day, I held in my arms the payment less than 50 yuan's like a baby. From that day on, I had a different feeling about writing.

As a newspaper in my childhood, I prefer to describe it as a "good friend". It is a shining star in my world, which opens up a vast world for me.

Sometimes, looking up at the road ahead is always vague. Looking back at the road, my eyes are blurred with tears. Look at the people in the same industry, but I don't understand their happy cheers. Lower your head and write down some feelings, as if you have realized something.

Sometimes, I want to give up when I fail, but I don't want to give up. Time and time again, I upgraded my efforts and always comforted me to pay. Hide your face and cry, cry red eyes, say that growth is a trap, and even terminate the journey. But think about the story of the ugly duckling, and you will be busy again.

I always thought that the road to growth was my own, only to find that I, who looks strong, also need help and free pursuit, instead of enjoying love in the greenhouse. In the wind, frost, rain and snow, I drank all the pain of life, and that day, I matured.

I tried to plant garlic seedlings today. I prepared a bowl filled with clear water. I took out a clove of garlic and soaked it in water, and found it floating on the water. Now garlic is naked from top to bottom.

The next day, I took the garlic out and nothing changed. I flipped through it, hey! There's a prickly beard underneath. It's amazing!

On the third day, garlic just grew a little below.

On the fourth day, I went to the kitchen to see garlic and found something unexpected. Garlic sprouted green shoots, and the green shoots actually broke its coat. I measured that the green shoots are two centimeters long and the garlic whiskers are relatively dense.

On the sixth day, the green shoots of garlic split in two. At this time, the garlic sprout is like the R in Pinyin. The beard under garlic has also grown a lot.

On the seventh day, the garlic seedlings have grown to 10 cm long. Looking at the garlic sprout, I feel incredible. Because it only needs to drink water and bask in the sun to grow up.

On the eighth day, the garlic sprouts grew again. Mom said: garlic seedlings can be eaten. But I don't want to, mom added. If you cut it, it will grow. It turns out that garlic sprouts and gecko tails are the same, and they can grow back.

There are always some bumps in childhood, and it is inevitable that some scars will be left in the bumps. I have two scars, one on my chin and the other on my knee.

The scar on my chin was when I was four years old. I play balloons with my father in the evening. I am having a swell time. I accidentally bumped into the small blackboard and broke it. At the same time, my chin cracked a big hole. Mom and dad quickly took me to the hospital for dressing. After the wound healed, I left an obvious scar on my chin. This scar tells me that you can't ignore safety just because you are happy.

The scar on my knee happened in a running race in physical education class. My friends and I both wanted to win the first prize, and they tripped me in a hurry. I can't control myself because of the speed. People fell to the ground and slid forward, just sliding to the finish line and won the first place, but at the cost of blood. I gnashed my teeth with pain when the teacher rubbed mercuric chloride on me. This wound always reminds me that the first place is hard to come by.

Everyone will have many scars. As I grow up, there will be more and more scars, but these scars are the marks of our growth.

There is only one life, but many things will happen while growing up. There are successes and failures; There are difficulties and successes. How my first walk made my mother happy; How excited my mother was when I rode my bike for the first time. ...

At the age of seven, I learned to ride a bike. It was my first time to volunteer, and my mother was very satisfied with my volunteer service. It was not difficult to learn to ride a bike, but I failed in the formal learning. I slipped off the bike and my knee was cut and bloodshot, which worried my mother.

At the age of eight, I studied English. In the preview, I want to read the word "peach" more familiar, so I read it over and over again until my mouth was thirsty. In school and English class, the teacher asked us to stand up and read the previewed words one by one. It's time for me to read the word "peach", which I used to read. But when my ass just leaned back on the chair, the teacher called me up and said, "Can you read it again?" I replied, "OK!" As soon as I finished reading, the teacher smiled and said, "You pronounced' peach' as' J'!" Then he said to his classmates, "Students, we can't pronounce' J'!" This incident made the teacher laugh and cry.

The above things are embarrassing, don't laugh at me! Who hasn't encountered something funny growing up?

Everyone will have different happiness in their own growth process, and these happiness are the same in one thing: they are all brilliant sparks that "jump out" in the growth process and proof of our growth.

Everyone will have different happiness in their own growth process, and these happiness are the same in one thing: they are all brilliant sparks in the process of growth and proof of our growth.

Learning = happiness

I believe all the students who can swim know how wonderful it is to swim in the swimming pool, in the river and even in the sea! But swimming in the sea of books is also a kind of "swimming" and a kind of happiness for us students who love reading. I'm crazy about literature! As long as I have free time, I will carry a book with me and read it with relish. Sometimes I can't help laughing when I see funny places, which makes passers-by look at me inexplicably. When I solve a math problem by myself, I will be ecstatic, dancing, laughing and grinning. English can be said to be my "strength" Whenever I deliberately mumble a few words of half-baked English in front of everyone, I can always make everyone laugh.

Friendship = happiness

I have always felt that I am good at making friends, and I can make classmates I have never met become bosom friends. We confide in each other and confide in each other. Whenever I share my troubles and happiness with my friends, I feel very happy. It's really my blessing to have a bosom friend. I often chat with a good friend of mine. When the other person is unhappy, he will tell some jokes to make the other person laugh and let the unhappiness in his stomach go out of his mind. I have always felt lucky to have this pure friendship. She and I have a lot in common, and we are more alike, even like the same color. My friendship with her, as Mo Bosang said, "is not so much the happiness of mutual understanding as the inner happiness of the soul".

Affection = happiness

To tell you the truth, I have always been very happy. I have a happy family. Because in this family, there is a humorous and strict father; There is a nagging and hardworking mother; There is also a lively and cheerful me, and three people with completely different personalities form a warm and happy family. Although my mother nags me all day, I still like her very much, because my mother loves to laugh and make faces. Her funny appearance often makes me cry and hurt my stomach. My father is a salesman. When my mother cooks a meal but I don't like it, my father will display his "sales talent" and blow ordinary dishes to the sky, making me have to pick up chopsticks. After I tasted it with the mentality of "delicious" and "amazing", I didn't expect that I actually liked it! When I make mistakes, my father always teaches me a lesson. Dad's "lip service" is really powerful, which can make me blush to my guilty conscience. However, dad is usually very kind. He often plays with me and tells me jokes ... I was very happy at that time!

Maybe you will envy me, but it's no use envying others. I have grown up and I am very happy.

The teacher gave us eight weeks' homework to observe the growth of small flowers or trees. I chose "hyacinthus orientalis" because hyacinthus orientalis is non-toxic, beautiful and easy to raise, and can be cultivated in water or soil. Yu Yiting's mother helped me buy a seedling online. At that time, it was still very small, buried in the soil and invisible, just like a baby in its mother's belly. Because it needs nutrition and water to grow up, I put it in a jar with water, and its roots can absorb water from the water. I put hyacinthus orientalis by the window so that he could enjoy the sunshine.

After four or five days, the buds will come out of the soil. The bud grows bigger and taller and thicker day by day. I always look at it at breakfast every day, hoping it will blossom early.

Three days ago, after buying for more than half a month, I came home from school and was surprised to find that my hyacinthus orientalis finally blossomed. The flowers are blue, and the blue flowers stand out against the green leaves. Look carefully, this flower is composed of many small flowers, with six petals, slightly open, you can see yellow stamens inside. The combination of blue flowers and yellow stamens is very fresh and elegant. Come closer and you can smell it. Looking at such beautiful flowers and smelling the faint fragrance, I feel relaxed and happy.

Growing up in hyacinthus orientalis, I thought of myself. Hyacinthus orientalis can produce such beautiful flowers because I give it water and sunshine. I can grow up because my parents raised me, my teachers taught me and I worked hard.