A true story about growing up.

Lu Xun cherishes the story of time.

An important secret of Lu Xun's success is to cherish time. When Lu Xun was twelve years old in a private school in Shaoxing City, his father was seriously ill and his two younger brothers were still young. Lu Xun not only often goes to pawn shops and pharmacies, but also helps his mother with housework. In order not to affect his study, he must make accurate time arrangements.

Since then, Lu Xun has been squeezing time almost every day. He once said, "Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze, there is always some. Lu Xun has a wide range of reading interests, and he likes writing. He is also deeply interested in folk art, especially legends and paintings. It is precisely because he has a wide range of knowledge and studies in many ways that time is very important to him. He has been ill all his life, and his working conditions and living environment are not good, but he will not give up until late at night every day.

In Lu Xun's eyes, time is like life. Americans say that time is money. But I think: time is life. If you waste other people's time for no reason, it is tantamount to killing people for money. So Lu Xun hates people who "run around all day, sit in the west and make irresponsible remarks". When he is busy at work, if someone comes to chat or chat with him, even if he is a very good friend, he will rudely say to others, "Well, there you go again. Isn't there anything else to do?" 」

Lu Xun is a famous writer in China. He has many works, the most famous of which is The True Story of Ah Q. Lu Xun has many interesting stories, one of which is like this:

One day, Lu Xun dressed in shabby clothes went to the barber shop for a haircut. Seeing that he was dressed casually and looked dirty, the barber thought he looked like a beggar and cut his hair casually. After cutting his hair, Lu Xun grabbed a handful of money from his pocket and gave it to the barber, and then left without looking back. The barber counted carefully and found that he gave a lot more money, which made him very happy.

More than a month later, Lu Xun came for a haircut again. The barber recognized that he was the customer who paid more money last time, so he was very polite to him, gave him a haircut carefully and kept asking for his advice until Lu Xun was satisfied. Who knows that when paying, Mr. Lu Xun carefully counted and counted, and did not give a penny more. The barber felt very strange and asked him why. Lu Xun said with a smile, "Sir, the last time you cut my hair indiscriminately, I paid you indiscriminately. If you cut me seriously this time, I will pay you seriously! "

The barber felt ashamed and quickly apologized to Lu Xun.

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When Lu Xun was studying in San Tan Yin Yue, he followed his mother to his grandmother's house in the countryside. Lu Xun's grandmother's home is in the countryside of Shaoxing, called Qiao 'an Village. The village is not far from the sea and is extremely remote. A small river flows through the village and divides it into north and south. At that time, there were about 30 families in the village, most of whom were surnamed Lu. Most of them make a living by farming and fishing, and a few people run sideline businesses-brewing wine and opening small shops. Lu Xun went with his mother after sweeping the grave in spring. It was here that Lu Xun saw many fresher scenery and games, and saw and heard "social drama". Fortunately, Lu Xun can have such novels and a wide world.

Because Lu Xun is a city dweller, a guest from afar and a distinguished guest, many children in the village have got permission from their parents, which lightens the weight of their daily work and has a good time with Brother Xun. The way to play is very interesting, such as digging earthworms to catch shrimp by the river, or herding cattle together, but the greatest pleasure is watching social drama. On one occasion, they went to see a play in Zhaozhuang, a neighboring village. Lu Xun later recalled: "As soon as I went out, I saw a white awning boat moored in the Pingqiao under the moon. Everyone jumped off the boat, happily pulling the pole before, and happily pulling the pole after. The young people sat in the cabin with me, and the old people gathered at the stern. By the time my mother came out and told me to be careful, we had set sail, knocked on the bridge stone, stepped back a few feet, then stepped forward and got off the bridge. So he set up two paddles, one for each person and one for each person. Some are joking, some are shouting, and the sound of gurgling bow splashing water is endless. In the river with green beans and wheat fields on both sides, they flew radially to Zhaozhuang. The fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river mixed with water vapor to blow on the face; The moonlight is hazy in the steam. The dark mountains, like the back of an enthusiastic iron beast, ran far to the stern, but I thought the ship was slow. They changed hands four times, and gradually saw the faint Zhao Zhuang, and seemed to hear the blowing of the Song Dynasty, and there were several ignitions. They think it is a stage, but maybe it is a fishing fire. The fire is approaching, and it really is a fishing fire; .. The bow is a cluster of pine trees .. After the forest, the ship turned into a fork, and Zhaozhuang was really in sight. The most striking thing is a stage standing on the open space by the river outside the village, which is blurred in the distant moonlit night and almost inseparable from space. I suspect that the fairyland I saw in the painting appeared here. .."

When Lu Xun/Kloc-was 0/3 years old, because his grandfather was imprisoned, he and his younger brother were placed in the home of his uncle Huangfuzhuang, which is more than 30 miles away from the city.

Lu Xun's visit to his uncle's house this time is completely different from before. Since then, he has inevitably received some cold reception. However, workers and their children are the same everywhere. They are still so warm and thoughtful, to receive the little guests who have come from afar to take refuge. Spring in the countryside is still beautiful, with mud boats all over the river, green wheat fields on both sides of the river, and green Podocarpus growing on the ridge. During the day, adults work by the river and in the fields, and Lu Xun plays with the children, or fishes, or peels the Podocarpus. The main sideline of farmers in Huangfuzhuang and Xiaogaopu is fishing. In the middle of the night, all the fish swam, the eater swam while eating, and the fisherman also set off at this time. After the second watch, shrimp began to come out. The shrimper paddled the boat and took the sea pocket to catch shrimps. After dawn, they just ate a little Leng Fantuan, went into town to sell fish and shrimp, and didn't come back to sleep until they sold out. Whenever they have a little leisure time, they don't rest, but plan to act and show their superb acting skills.

In the countryside around Shaoxing at that time, there were countless days of acting. On the ninth and tenth day of the first month, there is a "lantern show"; There is also the birthday of "Dongyue the Great" in March, and there will be a performance on the 28th at the latest. May 16 "Bodhisattva's Birthday" and June 17 "Grandpa Bao's Birthday" will be performed. July 16 is the birthday of "General Liu Meng". The farmers said that he was "the son of Liu Bei" because he fell to his death while catching shrimp in the field, so he had to take action. From August to September until the end of the year, there are still many plays to be performed. Performance seems to be inseparable from their lives. In fact, the purpose of their acting is not only to express bodhisattva, but to express their wishes: the population and livestock are safe, the grain is abundant, and they live and work in peace; Although, real life is not as they expected. Farmers always show their talents, wisdom and strength in their carnival and demonstration festivals. The procession continued for miles, and the crowd swept through village after village like a rolling wave. Flags of red, green, yellow and various colors are flying above the team. In this vast procession, everyone is alive and kicking: some play with lions, some play with dragon boats, some walk on stilts, some lift bars and cabinets, some knock gongs and drums, some carry lotus spears, bang, bang, let it ring in the sky.

The most spectacular and brilliant is Mulian Opera. Perhaps to commemorate the heroes who were once called "traitors" by the feudal ruling class in history, the heroes who died in the armed revolutionary struggle of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in modern times, and other people who died unexpectedly. In Huangfuzhuang, the stage is located in a place called "fire field" in the village. It is said that this is the slaughterhouse where the reactionary landlord class slaughtered farmers after the failure of the peasant uprising in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. The play started from the afternoon of the first day and lasted until the dawn of the next day. "Mourning" was held at sunset, and the solemn and stirring horn sounded on the stage. In the twilight, there are more than a dozen horses under the stage, and a performer dressed as a ghost king holds a steel fork in his hand. In addition, more than a dozen ghost soldiers are needed, and ordinary children can apply. They climbed onto the stage to show their willingness, painted their faces with some colors and held steel forks in their hands, waiting for people to get together. They immediately mounted their horses and galloped away to the deserted graves in the wild, then pulled the fork back, walked to the front desk, shouted together, threw the steel fork out and nailed it to the bed board, and the responsibility was over, so they washed their faces and stepped down. Holding this ceremony means that those ghosts have followed the ghost king and ghost pawn to the theater. After the "funeral" ceremony went in, the operas began and proceeded slowly. People get nervous at the mention of "jumping". A bleak trumpet is blowing on the stage, and there is a mass of cloth on the central beam of the stage. The spectators all held their breath, and suddenly a * * * underwear appeared on the stage, with only a calf nose and a few strokes of black and pink on her face. This is called "male hanging". As soon as he got on the stage, he ran to hang the cloth, like a spider clutching its silk, and like weaving a web, drilling around on it and hanging on it. After that, it's the "jump girl hanging" The bleak horn blew on the stage again. Soon, the curtain was lifted, and a more beautiful and powerful ghost, the female crane, appeared. A red shirt, a long black vest, a long hair, and two paper ingots hanging around her neck, bowed her head and hung her hands, winding around the stage. The insider said that this is a "heart." Then, she threw back her covered hair, and people clearly saw her face: round face as white as lime, black eyebrows, black eyes and scarlet lips?

A short story about growing up

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Hunting with eagles

Hawking, a scientist, seems to have a weak learning ability when he was a child. He learned to read very late. After school, he never got into the top 65,438+00 in his class. Moreover, because his homework is always "untidy", his teachers think he is "hopeless" and his classmates regard him as the object of ridicule. When Hawking 12 years old, two boys in the class took a bag of candy and bet that he would never succeed. The classmates ironically nicknamed him "Einstein". Who knows, after more than 20 years, the little boy who was not outstanding in those days really became a master of physics. What is the reason?

As it turns out, with the growth of age, Hawking became interested in how everything works. He often takes things apart to get to the bottom of them, but when he reassembles them, there is nothing he can do. However, his parents didn't punish him for it, and his father even gave him a "coach" in math and physics. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, Hawking found himself very interested in the study of physics. Although middle school physics is too easy and simple, it is particularly boring, but he thinks it is the most basic science, which is expected to solve the problem of where people come from and why they are here. Since then, Hawking has started a real scientific exploration.

Drill a hole in the wall to get some light from the neighbor's house (study very hard)

During the Han Dynasty, Kuang Heng was very studious as a teenager. As his family is poor, he has to do a lot of work during the day to earn money. Only at night can he sit down and read. However, he can't afford candles, so he can't read when it is dark. Kuang Heng was heartbroken at this time-wasting behavior, and his heart was very painful. His neighbor's family is very rich. At night, light candles in several rooms to make them bright. One day, Kuang Heng summoned up his courage and said to his neighbor, "I want to study at night, but I can't afford candles. Can I borrow an inch of your house? " Neighbors have always looked down on people who are poorer than their family, so they said viciously and sarcastically, "Since you are too poor to buy candles, what books are you reading?" Kuang Heng was very angry, but he decided to read the book well.

When Kuang Heng came home, he quietly cut a small hole in the wall, through which the neighbor's candlelight came in. With this faint light, he eagerly began to read books and gradually finished reading all the books at home.

After reading these books, Kuang Heng felt that his knowledge was far from enough, and his desire to continue reading more books was even more urgent. There is a big family nearby with many books. One day, Kuang Heng rolled up his bedding and appeared in front of a big house. He said to his host, "please take me in, and I will work for you at home for free." Just let me read all your books. " The host was moved by his spirit and agreed to his request to borrow books.

This is how Kuang Heng studied diligently. Later, he became the prime minister of the Han and Yuan emperors and became a famous scholar in the Western Han Dynasty.

The story of Song Lian.

Song Lian liked reading when he was a child, but his family was poor. I have no money to buy books, so I have to borrow them from others. Every time I borrow a book, he tells me the deadline, returns it on time and never breaks the contract. People are willing to lend them to him.

Once, he borrowed a book, and the more he read it, the more he couldn't put it down, so he decided to copy it. But the deadline for returning the book is coming. He had to copy books overnight. It's the middle of winter and the twelfth month, dripping into ice. His mother said, "Son, it's midnight. It's cold. Copy it at dawn. People are not waiting for this book to read. " Song Lian said, "No matter how many people are waiting to read this book, it must be returned before the deadline. This is a question of credit and a sign of respect for others. If you are dishonest in what you say and do, how can you get the respect of others? "

Once again, Song Lian is going to consult a famous person in the distance and make an appointment to meet. Who knew it would snow on the day of departure? When Song Lian picked up her luggage and was ready to go on the road, her mother said in surprise, "How can you travel far in this weather?" Besides, the teacher has closed the mountain in heavy snow. Your old cotton-padded jacket can't resist the cold in the mountains! Song Lian said, "Mom, if you don't start today, you will misunderstand your apprenticeship and you will miss your appointment. "To stand up is to disrespect the teacher. No matter how heavy the snow is, I will go. "

When Song Lian arrived at the teacher's house, the teacher was deeply praised and said, "Young people, keep promises and study hard, and will definitely achieve something in the future!" "

A story about growing up!

Caring is the spring breeze that warms everyone's heart; Caring is the torch that illuminates everyone's journey; Caring is a harbor that comforts everyone who comes back from a long voyage. In life, we have all been cared for by others and cared for others selflessly.

Caring for others can start with small things. For example, if you help a classmate with his homework, a piece of advice or a few words of encouragement from a good teacher can often give students unremitting motivation. For example, if you help a blind man cross the street and talk to the elderly ... these are all manifestations of caring for others. You will be flattered if you care about others. Suhomlinski said: "If every child's joy and distress are beating your heart, causing you to think, care and worry, then you can bravely choose lofty teaching as your career, and you can find creative happiness in it." Because of love, there will be the joy of creation, and because of the joy of creation, there will be more love for education and students. The teacher loves us. Her love is selfless! Parents gave us love, and their love is great! We should also learn to care for ourselves, others and ourselves!

Once, I went shopping with my parents. My mom asked me and my dad to wait for her below. She went to the women's world to buy clothes. My father and I sat down and waited. I saw a little girl. She is beautiful, wearing an old school uniform, but she has no arms. She writes with her feet to beg. There is ink and paper in front of her, and there is a small red bucket with money. With a brush between her toes, she began to touch the ink. The handwriting is not bad I think she is so pitiful! I walked over without hesitation, put five dollars in the little red bucket, and then all the people passing by gave their love. What makes people angry is that there are always some parents who hold their children in their arms and leave at a glance. Without any love, those children have been adversely affected since childhood, which is not conducive to cultivating love. This little girl has no healthy body, no happy family and no happy school. How much she needs our love and warm hands! Yes! As the song goes: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. Our home will be warmer and more beautiful.

I sincerely appeal to friends all over the world to care for others and themselves! Let yourself and the people around you be full of love! Make people full of love! let the world be full of love!

Celebrity stories about "growing up"

Speaking of education, many people may guess that a great inventor like Nobel must have a high education. Actually, it is not. Alfred nobel1833101October 2 1 was born in Stockholm, Sweden, a hardworking family. Father Emmanuel. Nobel is a gifted mechanic and inventor. He suffered setbacks in Sweden because of poor management. Just one year before Nobel Jr. was born, a fire destroyed all his belongings, and his life was completely poor, and he lived by borrowing money. In order to avoid creditors, Emanuel had to leave home alone, first to Finland and then to Russia to make a living. Nobel's two brothers, like little girls selling matches in Andersen's fairy tales, stood on the street selling matches in order to earn some money and help maintain the family's livelihood. In that fire, Nobel's mother almost lost her life to save her child, and her spirit and health were affected. Besides, her life is very difficult. From the first day of birth, Nobel was sickly, and only because of her mother's careful care did she survive. Due to poor health, her childhood was not as naughty, lively and cheerful as other children. When other children play together, she can only act as a bystander. This childhood experience made him more withdrawn and introverted. He didn't go to school until he was eight years old. He only studied for one year. This is the only school education he has received.

Some of Emanuel's inventions were welcomed in Russia, and the economic situation began to improve. 1843, the Nobel family moved to Petersburg, Russia. In Russia, because of the language barrier, Nobel and his two brothers could not enter the local school, so they had to ask a Swedish teacher to guide them to learn Russian, English, French, German and other languages at home. When they have a certain Russian foundation, they will learn natural science and engineering technology from Russian teachers. The frail Nobel studied very hard, and his knowledge was no less than his two brothers. His studious attitude not only won the praise of teachers, but also won the love of his father and brother. 1843, because Nobel's second brother was going back to Sweden, the three brothers had to stop studying. Nobel came to the factory run by his father as an assistant. He carefully observed and thought, and all the important knowledge he heard and saw was keenly absorbed by him, and life itself became his university.

In order to further broaden his horizons and learn more, his father asked him 1850 to travel abroad. In two years, he has been to Germany, France, Italy and the United States. Because he is good at observing and studying hard, he accumulates knowledge quickly. When he returned to Russia, he had grown into a scholar proficient in German, English, French and Russian, and a chemist with scientific training. After returning to China, he immediately joined the work of "Nobel Father and Son Mechanical Foundry" founded by his father. At that time, the factory was producing much-needed weapons and equipment for Russia. During his internship in the factory, he inspected the production process of mines, mines and explosives, and studied the design of cannons and steam engines. Here, he not only added more practical technology, but also became familiar with the production and management of the factory. Nobel, who had no real education, gradually became a scientist and inventor through hard and persistent self-study.

Junior high school life growth story composition

Life is alive, if it is fleeting, it is only sudden. In a blink of an eye, I came to the classroom of grade three, and a burst of ignorance came to my mind. I can't say what it is.

At first, children flocked to the cinema; At the beginning, the girls in Grade Two were laughing and laughing in the school corridor, and the boys in Grade Two were galloping happily on the playground. And I, a junior three student, sitting in the isolated north building, buried in piles of handouts, can only feel bitter, jealous, envious and sad.

On the third day, I left home with the stars and went home with the moon every day. I am reluctant to part with the dream god every night, and every cup of coffee has the same feeling-bitterness! I just want to say, "I really want to go back to my childhood!" " "

In the third grade, I can only say goodbye to TV, computer and walkman. In the third grade, I could only say XIU LA with Contemporary Music and titan sports. On the third day, I can only play one game of volleyball and badminton; It's the third day. I already have papers and books, and everything else has nothing to do with me. Is it monotonous? I am speechless.

It's the third grade, and the exams every three to five give me a headache. It can be said that "three quizzes a day, one big exam every three days", which is really a magic weapon for teachers. Points, points and points are the lifeblood of students. " There are really "allusions"! Before the exam, I worked hard and huddled with the "difficult friends": during the exam, there was nothing but the rustling when writing; After the exam, my compatriots complained heavily: "I'm finished!" " ""I failed in the exam again! " "Our life is over!" "Oh, God, help me! "Just because we are grade three, this is the characteristic of our grade three life.

I don't know what the future road is. I wonder what it's like to be alive now. Is it bitter? I am speechless.

I am surrounded by functions every day, ABC, even number, series-parallel connection, atoms and molecules, defeated by "√", "×",-1 "and" 3 ". Although it is a bit miserable, it is also making progress unconsciously. In fact, life in grade three is positive and interesting; Intense study and fierce competition are good opportunities for me to exercise. I want to say to myself: No matter how hard and tired I am, I will not shrink back, because after the storm, I will be greeted by a rainbow.

Open the skylight and look at the starry sky. There are several stars in the dark sky. They are so shiny and charming. It suddenly dawned on me: isn't that dark sky what life looks like in grade three, and aren't those shining stars the inner beauty of life?

My heart is full of ideals. No matter what the future holds, I will never give up my struggle. The world will make me wander.

When the flowers bloom, the leaves no longer fall; When the wind no longer brings chill, I will open my arms, fly my ideals, accumulate bits and pieces of the third grade, and say to people all over the world, "My future is not a dream!" " "

Growth Story Composition (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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