Mom tells a composition about growing up.

A. Listen to the composition with the theme of 40 years' growth story told by mom and dad.

The moon passes through the Bai Lianhua-like clouds, and the evening breeze blows waves of cheerful songs? Accompanied by beautiful music, I lay in my mother's arms and chatted with her about the past: "Mom, mom, what were you like when you were ten years old?" What were you doing then? " My mother touched my face and said, "At that time, my mother lived in Jiangsu. It is very cold in winter in Jiangsu. No matter how deep the snow is, I go to school step by step. My mother's family has many fields, and my grandparents go to work in the fields every day. My mother can only do her homework at home alone. When she is hungry, she has to wait for her grandmother to come back to cook, because there were no snacks at that time, unlike now, when she is hungry, she will have chocolate and Shaqima to eat immediately. If she wants to buy something, she can just sprinkle some jiao on her father. At that time, many things had to be exchanged for food stamps, cloth tickets and other tickets. When mom is your age, she will do many things, such as helping grandma wash dishes and sweep the floor? Do a lot of housework. How can you do almost nothing like you do now? Still screaming every day, a lot of homework, the exam is so difficult. " "Ah, how and we are not the same? Where's dad? What was he doing then? " I asked anxiously why don't you ask him yourself? "Mom said with a smile. So I ran down from the bed and asked my father. My father smiled and said, "I was ten years old. At that time, I lived in the countryside. There were schools in the countryside, but there were no computers. The desks and platforms are all made of wood. There is no runway in the playground, and () it is full of black coal ash. There is no TV and no books at home. After school, some friends and I caught fish by the water. All fish like to hide in caves. I even put my hand into the hole to catch fish. However, I can't catch fish in winter. Winter in the countryside is particularly cold, and it snows from time to time. I didn't have many clothes then, let alone new clothes. I wore your uncle's old clothes. " I was surprised and said, "Your life then was so different from my life now! "A familiar melody rang in my ear." How many years of suffering have passed before my mother can look forward to today's good day? "mom went on to say," yes, as the lyrics say, mom worked much harder when she was a child than you do now? ""So I want to cherish my present life, study hard and study hard! " I glanced at my father and said. After listening to my answer, my father said slowly, "I hope our motherland will become a civilized country and a rich country, so that many children can have beautiful clothes and fresh fruits like you, and they can attend classes and learn knowledge in beautiful schools." Don't be as hungry and cold as we were when we were children. "After listening to the past stories told by my parents and looking at the new slippers on my feet, I think I will read for a while before going to bed at night. Now, I can only study hard and make contributions to the construction of the motherland in the future.

B. Listen to your parents' composition and tell the story of 40 years' growth.

A woman who has become a mother will probably have more surprises than those who have not, especially when the child is in infancy, and the freshness of just becoming a mother will always bring her feelings that she has never had before. So many things are deeply recorded by her, so that children can tell her when they grow up.

Story 1: I am the first child born in my family. When the doctor told me with some regret that grandpa was a girl, he smiled brightly: What happened to the girl? I like that girl, and I'm satisfied. My nickname was named Xiao Ju by my grandfather. In fact, outsiders don't know that "feet" and "chrysanthemum" are homophones in our hometown dialect, so my nickname is actually "feet"

Story 2: My mother said that I could speak when I was seven months old. The first word that popped out of her delicate mouth was: grandma. I think any mother wants her child to call her mother first, but a seven-month-old baby can pronounce "grandma". She probably forgot her acid, and the big surprise exceeded all her feelings.

My mother said that when I was a child, I showed some liberal arts ability. Before I went far, I was lying in bed, reading a book with a brand of cream called Friendship in my hand.

Story 3: When I was one and a half years old, I was weak and admitted to the hospital. At that time, my mother gave birth to a younger brother and my father was in confinement. Every time I go to the place where I eat, my father goes to the hospital to eat Sacido. At that time, my young father was a careless man. He thought I wouldn't buy me food because I didn't have to eat every infusion. I have been a very sensible child since I was a child. I have never asked anyone for food. I shared a ward with an aunt who ate noodles that day. She saw me staring at her mouth all the time and gave me noodles to eat. Because of unsanitary people, my father is still very humble. However, I am the most reserved one, but I cry with my mouth open. Finally I ate my aunt's noodles.

My mother was sorry when she told this story: I can't help it, and I can't accompany you. You are hungry.

C. The story composition of growing up is 400 words

The story of growing up

An inch of time is an inch of gold. In a blink of an eye, I have unconsciously passed nearly 1 1 spring and autumn, and spent countless inches of time ... In the process of my growth, many unforgettable things happened, just like seashells by the sea. Colorful and varied, but what makes me feel the most beautiful is the bud. That's what you did in ignorance. ...

My sister came to my house in the summer vacation of freshman year. Mom just bought a bunch of oranges. I took two big yellow oranges, one for me and one for my sister. I said, "How delicious is it?" My sister nodded and said, "It's delicious but not as delicious as you." We all laughed. But who knows, I accidentally ate the seeds in my stomach. Sister, watch and see. Pretending not to see it, she said solemnly, "Eat oranges instead of seeds. If you eat it, it will take root and sprout in your stomach and finally bear fruit. " I broke out in a cold sweat after listening to it. As long as I think about taking root in my stomach all afternoon ... I'm afraid. You will definitely want to tell your parents, but you are afraid that they will worry. My heart is restless and I can't stop beating.

At night, I finally fell asleep. But I had a strange dream. I had a bud on my head. My classmates stopped playing with me when they saw me. The teacher hates me and even my parents don't want me. I was lonely, no one noticed me ... I sat up and cried. My mother was awakened by me because of the noise. I rushed over and asked, "What's the matter?" Mom, I have a little bud on my head. You don't want me. Mother said, "silly child, you have a little bud there." I told my mother the truth in detail. Mother smiled and then said to me, "it takes air and soil to grow things ... is it?" ? Your sister is teasing you. You've been cheated! That's when I realized. Sister, wait for me, and I'll fool you next time.

How's it going? This is very interesting. In fact, my growth experience is like a photo recording my growth. Everything in the photo is reflected in my mind and I will never forget it. In fact, growing up is full of happiness, like a sweet toffee. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness; In fact, the experience of growing up is full of troubles, just like a cup of bitter coffee. Looking back on the bitterness left in our mouths, let's look back on the immaturity of childhood.

This is what I remember most clearly from my childhood. It is the most beautiful shell, the most dazzling star, the sweetest candy, the most beautiful photo and the sweetest coffee. Growing memory is the most beautiful part of life.

D. Growth story, 500-word composition.

In the sky in my memory, there are many beautiful stars, and each star records the story of my growth. Now I'll show you the brightest star.

That summer vacation, my mother took my cousin and me to Baiyangdian. On the third day, we went to the Grand View Garden by boat. When buying a boat ticket, you can't get a free ticket because your height is over 1 m. I need to buy a child ticket, but my mother doesn't have enough money. It's not easy to do it once. My mother stayed and let me go with my cousin. My mother is not at ease because we are children after all. The boat was about to leave, and it was too late for my second dad to send money. My mother said to me, "Cheng Cheng (my nickname), otherwise, you should go back to my second dad's house with my cousin first." I don't think I can go to the Grand View Garden when I go back to my second dad's house. I won't do this "losing money" business!

I thought about it and said, "Mom, I was squatting when I bought the ticket, so I don't have to buy the ticket?" Mom said, "This won't do." But my mother couldn't stand my indecision and said, "since you want to go so much, I will promise you, but this is the first time and the last time." I nodded in agreement.

I squatted when I bought the ticket, and the conductor said, "The child doesn't have to buy a ticket." Ha ha! I made it! When I was on the boat, I said to my mother, "I'm so smart!" " "Mom said," You kid ... "I quickly said," I know it's wrong to evade tickets! Mom? Salute! "Then I made a face and my mother was amused by me.

Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. I know it's wrong to evade tickets.

E.600-word growth story composition

The story of growing up is like the stars all over the sky, some of which flow far away like the Yellow River water, but the other part is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Open the door of memory and recall that event.

/kloc-an autumn when I was 0/3 years old. One day, I got up early because today is my birthday! After breakfast, I went to school. On the way to school, someone who knows me saw it and asked, "Why are you so happy today? Have you ever eaten pistachios? " I replied: "No, it's just that the weather is good today and I am naturally in a good mood!" " "When I got to school, I happily finished my morning reading. When class was over, all the students came to me and said, "Happy birthday!" " "How happy I am! They even gave me a gift! One day passed in my happy mood. When I got home, I accidentally saw a cake on the table. Before I could ask, grandma said, "Look, your father bought you a birthday cake specially." So excited! Dad even prepared a cake for me. In the evening, my family got together and held a birthday party for me. The cake with candles was placed on the table, and the faint candlelight made me see the wisps of silver on my parents' heads. My parents are old. How much effort have they made for me? I used to be willful.

Now I finally understand the love of my parents. From now on, I will never make my parents angry. "Tingting, it's time to make a wish." My mother's words brought me back to reality. I made a wish with tears in my eyes. I won't tell you this wish for the time being. Keep a secret! After that, I blew out the candles and began to cut the cake. How time flies! The clock has pointed to 10. We must clear the table. After clearing the table, I went to bed reluctantly.

Everything goes wrong in life, and the auspicious words of "all the best" and "smooth sailing" cannot be realized, but people's symbols of a better life. Life is not smooth sailing, and people who can't stand the test can't reach the end of success.

With the growth of age and height, troubles come unexpectedly. They banded together to disrupt our lives.

We are middle school students now, the subjects are increasing with the need of knowledge, and the homework is busy coming to join in the fun. The homework we need to do is like an invisible mountain, especially when the exam comes, we all work hard for fear of being left behind by others. The next day, I went to school with black eyes. The whole class will become a rare animal museum, and all my classmates will become national treasures. Alas, when can the homework be reduced? I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it

Life is full of sunshine, full of flavor like a five-flavor bottle, and full of hardships and tempering. Let's go forward with colorful life stories and finish the journey of life.

F. Listening to Mom's Old Story (550-word composition)

Listen to grandparents telling old stories.

After dinner that day, my grandparents and I sat in chairs on the balcony to enjoy the cool. At this time, grandma gently hummed a song, "The moon passes through the clouds like Bai Lianhua, and there are waves of cheerful songs in the evening breeze. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past. ..... At that time, my mother had no land, and all her life was in her hands. Sweat flowed in the landlord's hot fields, but his mother ate wild vegetables and chaff ... "With grandma's singing, grandpa told me an experience of his childhood:

Grandpa was born in the countryside. When he was young, he went to the hillside to herd sheep with several children of his own age every day. Lamb always enjoys the tender green grass beautifully, while he plays with other children and hums a few small folk songs from time to time.

One day, while they were having fun, suddenly two Kuomintang soldiers came from a distance. They walked up to grandpa and his friends and said with malicious intent, "Children, give us your sheep!" " If we give you money, we can buy a lot of delicious food. "Grandpa could react, and the two sheep were driven away by the soldiers. Another soldier asked grandpa and his friends to follow him to get the money. Grandpa's friend is a little older than him, as if he knew that the Kuomintang was not a good person, so he didn't go. But grandpa was young at that time, didn't know they were bad people, thought it was a good thing, and ignored the dissuasion of his friends and happily followed the Kuomintang soldiers.

On the way there, one of the soldiers suddenly stopped and said slyly, "Go back and ask your village chief for money!" " "Grandpa felt very strange, but he was afraid to ask the Kuomintang soldiers, so he ran home in a panic and told his mother about it. I didn't expect the old woman to know this and severely scolded grandpa: "Silly child, do you think you met the Red Army? "The Red Army is a good man who doesn't take the needle and thread from the masses! You were robbed by the Kuomintang today, and it would be good to save your life! " Grandpa realized that the Kuomintang had robbed him and his little lamb friend, and they didn't mean to give money at all. Kuomintang people are not good people. They bully the poor and rob them. They are all bad people.

At this time, grandpa paused and said with emotion, "Grandpa didn't expect to live such a peaceful and comfortable life when he was a child!" " Thank you * * *! ""Yes, before liberation, grandma lived in Qingdao, but her life was poor and not peaceful. " Grandma then cheerfully about some things when he was a child:

At that time, people's living standards were very low. People eat dried sweet potatoes, corn flour and other foods with low nutrition. If there is a natural or man-made disaster or famine in a year, people will even fight for something without nutrition such as bark to satisfy their hunger. The poor live in houses with turf roofs. In summer, it rains heavily outside and it rains lightly inside. People fill houses with pots of all sizes to catch the rain dripping from the roof. In winter, the cold wind blows hard outside. The room was ventilated everywhere, and the family snuggled up to each other in bed to keep warm.

Once when a typhoon was coming, grandma's mother took her and her sister to a big house to avoid disaster. There are a sea of people, including grandfathers and grandmothers, children who are still babbling, young people, women with many children, and weather-beaten middle-aged people ... people spread quilts on the ground, and old people and children sit on them.

Listening to the story of grandparents, think about our beautiful life now: people live and work in peace and contentment, and children like me can study and grow up happily in spacious and bright classrooms; Old people like grandparents have pensions and can support the elderly. I can't help but sincerely admire: * * is really great! Thank * * * for liberating China. Under the leadership of * * *, our country continues to grow and develop, people's living standards continue to improve, and science and technology continue to advance. It is * * * that makes us live a peaceful and comfortable happy life. Without China, we wouldn't have such a beautiful and happy life now, and our motherland wouldn't have developed so rapidly.

This year marks the 90th anniversary of the founding of China. I sincerely hope that our motherland will be more prosperous and develop under the leadership of * * *. I will study hard, join China when I grow up, become a member of many party member, and make my modest contribution to the prosperity of the motherland!

Refer to it and adopt it.

G. Growth story composition 400 words

An inch of time is an inch of gold. In a blink of an eye, I have unconsciously passed nearly 1 1 spring and autumn, and spent countless inches of time ... In the process of my growth, many unforgettable things happened, just like seashells by the sea. Colorful and varied, but what makes me feel the most beautiful is the bud. That's what you did in ignorance. ...

My sister came to my house in the summer vacation of freshman year. Mom just bought a bunch of oranges. I took two big yellow oranges, one for me and one for my sister. I said, "How delicious is it?" My sister nodded and said, "It's delicious but not as delicious as you." We all laughed. But who knows, I accidentally ate the seeds in my stomach. Sister, watch and see. Pretending not to see it, she said solemnly, "Eat oranges instead of seeds. If you eat it, it will take root and sprout in your stomach and finally bear fruit. " I broke out in a cold sweat after listening to it. As long as I think about taking root in my stomach all afternoon ... I'm afraid. You will definitely want to tell your parents, but you are afraid that they will worry. My heart is restless and I can't stop beating.

At night, I finally fell asleep. But I had a strange dream. I had a bud on my head. My classmates stopped playing with me when they saw me. The teacher hates me and even my parents don't want me. I was lonely, no one noticed me ... I sat up and cried. My mother was awakened by me because of the noise. I rushed over and asked, "What's the matter?" Mom, I have a little bud on my head. You don't want me. Mother said, "silly child, you have a little bud there." I told my mother the truth in detail. Mother smiled and then said to me, "it takes air and soil to grow things ... is it?" ? Your sister is teasing you. You've been cheated! That's when I realized. Sister, wait for me, and I'll fool you next time.

How's it going? This is very interesting. In fact, my growth experience is like a photo recording my growth. Everything in the photo is reflected in my mind and I will never forget it. In fact, growing up is full of happiness, like a sweet toffee. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness; In fact, the experience of growing up is full of troubles, just like a cup of bitter coffee. Looking back on the bitterness left in our mouths, let's look back on the immaturity of childhood.

This is what I remember most clearly from my childhood. It is the most beautiful shell, the most dazzling star, the sweetest candy, the most beautiful photo and the sweetest coffee. Growing memory is the most beautiful part of life.

. Hope to adopt

H. the story composition of growth. About 500 words. thank you

In the story of my growing up, there are many regrets: I made a mistake, lied for fear of being scolded, and regretted it; I quarreled with my good classmates and regretted it; Because I was careless, wrong and wrong, I regretted it ... countless regrets have mostly turned into gray memories, hidden in the dark corner of my heart, and I don't think lightly, but I may have forgotten it, forgotten it; However, the story of growing up has left a deep imprint on my heart forever.

I remember when I was in the third grade, on a beautiful and harmonious spring and weekend, I was helping my busy mother clean up the dusty porcelain at home. I couldn't help thinking happily: My parents will definitely praise me as a "little adult" when they come back. So, my heart is full of joy, while humming happily, while diligently wiping the porcelain in my hand. When cleaning a beautiful vase, I was too self-righteous and careless, and "pa", alas, my mother's favorite vase seems to have been "sacrificed" to punish me for my temporary relaxation and negligence! I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. I'm so anxious that I think: What should I do? Mom will definitely hit me with her hands open without saying anything when she comes back. What to do! I'm so anxious that my tears are about to fall.

So, I rushed to clean up the vase's "falling scene". Not long after, "Ding Dong" arrived. I opened the door and saw my mother come back. Mom looked around, which made me nervous. "So clean, it's really my good son!" Mother smiled and said that she found nothing.

With a wry smile, I thought, what should I do? If my mother finds out later, it will definitely be a "bolt from the blue" and give me a scolding. Sure enough, after a while, my mother found the vase "gone". Then, her question sounded: "Where is the vase?"

"Vase ... vase ..." I stammered and couldn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong with the vase? Say it quickly! " Mom is a little anxious.

I looked at my mother's worried and scared cheeks, and my heart was full of fear. In desperation, I told a naive lie: "The vase ... the vase was borrowed by the teacher!" " "

"Did you borrow it?" Mom seems a little skeptical.

"Yes!" I answered quickly and firmly in a false tone.

I escaped temporarily. "But I still returned to my nest with a heavy heart, * * * gently put it on the chair and quietly thought," I lied, really lied! That's for sure, but my mother ... my mother has been desperate to take care of and love me! But I'm lying! " Towards towards, my mother's concern and love for me emerged in my mind ... Suddenly, I had the idea of telling my mother the truth. However, it is easier said than done, and I still dare not step out of this door. Outside the window, under the call of spring breeze, flowers and plants stretch their motionless bodies for a long time and show a bright smile under the sunshine bath. I looked out of the window and looked at them. They seem to be smiling at me and encouraging me to say, "Go ahead and be an honest boy!" " "At this time, I was full of strength and bravely came to my mother and said," I broke the vase! " "

"Then why don't you admit it? Why? " Mom scolded.

"I'm ... I'm scared." I'm a little nervous.

"Come on, just because of fear. As a boy, you should be brave and strong. It won't happen again! "

Regrettably, this story of growing up remains indelibly in my heart, still a gray memory, still in a dark corner.

Regret at that time, the lesson at that time, became a truth I realized in my heart: everything should be done carefully and not carelessly. Even if you make a mistake, you should admit it bravely and face it bravely.

First, the story composition of growth (600 words)

Everyone's growth story is different. There are joys and pains, joys and sorrows, thinking and exploration, pursuit and yearning, success and failure, but my growth story is mixed with a trace of helplessness.

I am a middle school student now, and my subjects are increasing with the need of knowledge. My homework is busy coming to join in the fun. Homework is like an invisible Wuzhishan pressing me, especially when the exam is coming, I am afraid that my homework will be left behind by others, and I will study hard. Wearing' black glasses' to school the next day is almost a national treasure. Well, when can I have a holiday? I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it

The dark clouds of the final exam finally cleared and I took a long breath. The long-awaited holiday came quietly. That day, my mother and I went to xx Bookstore and brought back many books. Happiness is like a caterpillar, which tickles my whole body and makes me want to laugh.

The happiness and relaxation of the holiday also infected my mother. My mother took me to the xxx cafeteria opposite the bookstore. The story starts here. ...

We chose a window seat and sat down. My mother told me, "This is a cafeteria. You can choose your own food. There are mutton kebabs at the front corner. Go and get two. " I ran forward. I found a tray and quickly took two' mutton kebabs' back to the table. I saw my mother's eyes wide open and her mouth opened into an "O" shape: "My God! That's raw mutton! No, there is another string that is not mutton, but raw chicken heart. " Aunt waiter smiled and said, "Come on, I'll take it back for you and let my uncle bake you two cooked ones." I watched in dismay as my aunt took my plate. Face like red-hot iron. I kept my head down, but I always felt that the whole restaurant was focused on me. Everyone seems to be laughing at me, a boy who only eats mutton kebabs but doesn't even know them. Mom said, "I think those kebabs can't be wrong if they are multiple-choice questions drawn in books." Mom looked at me meaningfully.

Yes, I can only do the questions in the book. That's an armchair strategist. Life is full of knowledge. Only by learning to observe carefully can you constantly enrich your knowledge and life experience, otherwise you will be like me (even don't understand mutton kebabs).

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