The story of growing up fourth grade composition

In the usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are eight fourth-grade compositions of growth stories that I have compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

I am a fourth-grade primary school student, and I have many stories about growing up. What I still remember is that my father taught me to ride a bike last summer.

Last year, I was 9 years old. I often see children of the same age riding bicycles and having a good time. How envious I am! I am also determined to learn to ride a bike.

On a Sunday afternoon, my father left work to prepare his bike. I began to practice riding a bike. I'm so nervous. I always worry that I can't ride well. My father seems to have read my mind. He smiled and said, "Nothing. I will hold you, I won't wrestle. " He held the back of the bike and I got on it. My father ordered, "Keep your eyes on the front, and your feet will start to step on the pedal to make the wheels turn." My pedal got up, the car started, and there was a cool breeze. After a while, it went downhill, the car ran faster and the wind became colder. When I found my father was not around, I only heard his father shout, "Brake quickly! Brake quickly! " I just saw a telephone pole in front of me, and I thought, don't bump, don't bump. With a clash, I fell to the ground and the car was on top of me.

I thought to myself, what a pity! My tears immediately swirled in my eyes. My father ran quickly from behind and helped me up. Seeing that I was not injured, he encouraged me to say, "Never mind, wrestling is normal. Almost everyone will fall down when learning to ride a bike. It's okay. Get up and let's continue to practice. " Dad wiped the sweat and tears from my face, and we continued riding. On the way up the hill, I rode slowly, but the balance of the car was well controlled, and the car didn't shake as it did when going downhill. I stepped on the pedal hard and sometimes I could stand on it. I find riding a bike is much faster than walking, and it is effortless. I stepped on the pedal and the car drove far away. Soon, my father had to run to keep up with me. In this way, we rode up and down the mountain for about three times. I was surprised to find that I could ride a bike. My father was so tired that he was sweating and panting.

I was deeply impressed by this incident because of its inspiration: some things seem difficult, and we dare not do them, for fear that we can't do them well, so we can't always put them into practice. As a result, when we really do it, we find that things are not as difficult as we thought, and nothing is difficult in the world, only if we put our minds to it. Where there is a will, there is a way. Of course, this is also to thank my father for his dedication and care, and I will never forget it.

The story of growing up In the process of growing up, I will experience countless challenges and temptations, and I will have an accident if I am not careful.

I remember it was a Saturday and I went to play table tennis. When it's time to play games, a novice child wants to play games with me. I think he agreed as soon as he knew. Soon I beat him with a score of 1 1 3. Just as I was triumphant, a master came to challenge me. I usually accumulate a lot of tricks and think I will win. I've fought him before, and he's still my loser. I played several rounds with him, and even got 14 to 13. At this time I panicked and sweated on my forehead. I missed the last goal and lost the game. I still didn't admit defeat, and then I played a game with him and still lost. At this point, my pride has disappeared without a trace.

This lesson made me deeply realize that when I compete with others again, I will no longer discriminate against others and look down on them; Because I know: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind". Only by training and playing more games can we learn more tricks and improve our skills.

I've always wanted to use up an eraser completely, but I haven't been able to do it until now. Some of them were "killed" and some were.

"unaccounted for" and some "dismembered bodies", all the results were tragic. Rubber, do you know I didn't mean to hurt you? Your fate is so tortuous, I sympathize with you. The regrets in my heart have exploded and turned into mushroom clouds, but the smoke is still there, and I can't forget those pains and regrets.

About money

I don't know which day, I suddenly want money so badly. I don't know about the nerve mutation in my brain, but I thought of writing a book. Of course, if you have an idea, go back and do it, and it will be vigorous all the way. From determining the theme to the idea, from the name to the story, from handwriting to computer input, from beginning to end, "abandoning the pen and taking pictures". Only in the end did I find that the million-dollar reward was not so easy to get. I want to be a golden sun, a river, and a dream. All my fantasies have become yesterday's rainbow with the crisp sound of tearing paper. If you want to succeed, you must pay a lot. Only by moving forward step by step, holding my own flag and sticking it firmly in the ground, I will succeed in occupying this place.

About shooting

Since I have a digital camera, I keep it in my pocket every day. When I see anything interesting and beautiful, I "click". One night, it was dark and windy, with light rain, lightning and thunder. Seeing such a scene, I immediately took out my camera and asked my classmates around me to start shooting with umbrellas. With a loud shutter sound, my classmates on the road around me screamed loudly. We couldn't help laughing and covering our stomachs for quite a while, which can be said to be crazy. Do you know why? Because the flash was not turned off, maybe others thought we were struck by some lightning, but we were still standing there alive. Haha, everything is so unpredictable, but my heart is in full bloom.

Recently, when I was sorting out photos, I suddenly found that there were so many beautiful moments left, but I was afraid to delete seemingly naive photos. When I was wandering between "yes" and "no", I finally decided to choose "no", and I wanted to keep them-even if I was naive enough to think that staying would preserve the beauty. Those memories that come to mind, together with the photos in front of them, are endowed with fresh souls.

The story of growing up 4 In the process of growing up, there will be some impressive things, which may happen to yourself or others. And after these stories, sometimes it will bring us a little change. I remember when I was in kindergarten, I didn't like fighting with boys as much as I do now. I always played games with girls. At that time, I liked pink best, not blue. What is the reason why I have changed so much? Keep reading if you want to know!

One Thursday, when I was in kindergarten, Mr. Lu and Mr. Zhong had a meeting at noon, so no one looked after us during the nap. As a result, my friends chatted enthusiastically. So the whole small bedroom is very noisy. Then, a few brave boys actually climbed down from the bed and stood on the carpet in the open space beside the bed and danced "Little Apple". I also got up from the bed and cheered them on. At this time, the monitor Tang shouted to him, "Be quiet, you restless guys, go up and have a good sleep!" " "As soon as you listen, I think, the steward is coming again. Let's play ours. None of your business! Thought of here, I feel very unconvinced. I slept upstairs and she slept downstairs, so I yelled at her through the stairs: "Why, why, why ..." Until I was so tired that I couldn't breathe, I felt like "100,000 Why". At this time, one of the boys who had had enough trouble quietly pushed Tang, who was standing ready to refute me. "Bang! "She suddenly fell out of bed. There was a three-second silence in the room.

"Wow!" Don Qi Lin suddenly cried hysterically, and his voice reached everyone's ears. I, a guy who has always been regarded as a "cold-blooded animal with no compassion" by my sister, suddenly let out an evil laugh when I saw her embarrassed appearance: "Wow, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha …" Everyone followed the laughter and walked up a flight of stairs, gradually drowning out the crying. Just when the laughter reached a violent level, the teachers rushed in. I suddenly lost my heart. Later, Tang's girlfriend complained to the teacher and exaggerated things by 10 million times; They talk about Don like an angel, but I am a naughty devil. The teacher severely reprimanded me and several boys and punished us to close the darkroom next time.

I was in a bad mood, sitting on the bench in the competition area, and when I looked up, I saw the sky as blue as the sea. Blue is really beautiful! Like a stream of clear water flowing into my heart ... I suddenly came to my senses and went to play with boys. Under their infection, I forgot all the unhappiness.

From then on, I began to like playing with boys and blue. I think boys are more sunny than girls and will not be frustrated by difficulties (not all boys); Girls are a little more delicate; Now I still see in Sister Sunshine's book that girls use four weapons: beating, cursing, crying, shouting and bullying boys (not all girls). This little thing changed the whole idea of my life.

Everyone will grow up, and I am eager to grow up so that I can fly to my parents. However, will I be willing at that time?

Memories of four years old

I always remember that when I first went to kindergarten, I got up early and wished my parents would send me to kindergarten. Because, I am afraid that I will be late for school for the first time, and I am afraid that the teacher will criticize me. However, when she met the teacher, she was so kind and the children were so lovely. The happiest thing is that I can hold my parents' hands to go to school or leave school every day.

The window six years ago.

However, when I was six years old, the hands that held me were replaced by another pair, which was a bit old. I remember, my parents said to me, "You have grown up." So they went to Fujian to work. I live with my grandparents, who take care of me every day. Her hands are always a little old. My mother calls me back once a month. Every time I hear my parents' voices, my eyes are full of tears because I think about them every day. What I do most is to look at the window of the classroom, hoping that my mother will suddenly appear and tell me, "Dear daughter, I'll pick you up from school!" " "

The transition of seven years old

Although I am a girl, I am very naughty. Once my hand was accidentally injured, and my grandmother rushed me to the hospital. The doctor said to grandma, "Her hand is broken and needs surgery." At that time, grandma's heart seemed to be broken in an instant, and she looked surprised and distressed. She takes good care of me and never calls me "tired". I really want to say to my grandmother, "Grandma, I'm sorry. I won't be naughty again. " I don't really want to leave her side.

A gift for a nine-year-old child.

My mother misses me very much this summer vacation. So my father took me to them by plane, and I was so happy that I couldn't describe it. This plane is very huge, like a giant lying on the ground. I was a little dizzy when I first took off, but it was very smooth when I flew into the sky. When I look down, the clouds look like big white stripes.

My parents also took me swimming at the seaside. A vast white sea, golden beaches and many colorful shells are really beautiful! Especially at dusk, the sun sets from the other side of the sea. I hope grandma can see it, too

I must tell her all the wonderful things I have seen when I go back!

The story of growing up 6 Growing up is like drinking a cup of tea, which needs to be tasted slowly. Take a sip and it will be refreshing and unforgettable.

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From a newborn baby to today's young people, I have experienced many things. In the meantime, I have made mistakes, done stupid things and made jokes. It can be said that it has tasted the ups and downs. But whenever I think of it, what really accompanied me through my childhood and had endless fun was the interesting game in my childhood, which made me linger and enjoy it.

I have played many games since I was a child. Such as skipping rope, sending messages, mystery, etc. But the most interesting thing is the telegraph bell.

The rule of the telegraph bell game is: at least two people play, one of which is 50- 100 seconds, and the other person hides and starts to catch. If the Tibetan touches the telegram, he wins; If the Tibetan is caught by the captors, he loses.

One night, my brother and I were playing the telegraph clock at home. Using the method of stone scissors and cloth to decide who will hide and catch, I prayed silently in my heart: "Let me hide, let me hide …" Sure enough, God helps those who help themselves, I want to hide my brother and catch him.

The game started, and I was anxious to hide, thinking: Where should I hide? Hiding in the living room, no, it's easy to be found, and there is no way out if it is found. Hiding in the kitchen, even if I have my mother as a cover, the smell of oil smoke is too strong. I've been hiding, but I still haven't found a good place. I only heard my brother counting: 43, 44, 45, 46…, and I thought to myself, Oh, it's over, it's over! I'm sure I'll get caught By the way, go to the bathroom. So, I stood on tiptoe, ran in as light as a swallow, closed the door quietly and held my breath. As time goes by, my brother's footsteps wander here. I couldn't help but get carried away and muttered, "Haha, you want to catch me with this' land of geomantic omen'!"

Suddenly, my brother shouted, "Come out quickly, I found you!" " "I'm frowning, my palms are sweating, and my heart is in my throat. I'm so nervous!" Did he find me? Is this place reliable? "

When my brother saw that I still didn't come out, he continued to use what he called "all is fair in war" ... Then he continued to shout: "You little puss-head, mom has cooked dinner, it's time to come out for dinner!" I let my guard down and said angrily, "Oh!" My brother followed my voice and put me down, which caught me off guard. My brother was so happy that he fell on the ground and burst into laughter. Like a deflated ball, I beat my leg regretfully: "Oh, it's really impossible to prevent." My brother winked at me with a triumphant look.

All kinds of games accompany me to grow up every day, bringing me colorful childhood and leaving unforgettable memories. I hope childlike innocence will last forever, and childhood will accompany me forever.

The story of growing up: composition 7 of grade four Hello everyone, my name is * * *. He is a lively child and a naughty boy. I have many growth stories.

Now let me tell my story of growing up: once, I was only 3 years old. My brother, father and mother took me to Tiananmen Square. I am alive and kicking with joy. I run around. You get tired after running for a while. Mother said, "Shijiang, you are tired from running." Ride on your brother's neck. " . As soon as I heard this, my heart was filled with joy and I immediately let my brother squat down. When I rode around my brother's neck, I found Tiananmen Square crowded with people, which was very lively. Suddenly, I want to go to the bathroom. Just say, "Dad, I want to go to the bathroom." But my father heard that he wanted to drink milk, so he gave me the bottle. I can't hold on any longer. I accidentally peed on my brother's neck. Dad said, "Son of a bitch, why did you pee on your brother's neck when you wanted to pee?" Mother was angry and quarreled with her father, saying, "Why don't you quarrel with your child and think about whether it's your fault?" . Here's what I think: well, mom, don't bother dad. Just let me make it clear next time.

When I was growing up, there were many things that I would never forget.

The story of growing up 8 Open the photo album of memory, the past is vivid, but some wonderful pictures are still fixed in memory.

One summer vacation, the scorching sun. It happened in my hometown. It was very hot that day. My family went to take a bath in the river in my hometown. I felt very cold when we got there. Changed, the river is full of rubbish, and my heart is full of anger. I want to buy some beautiful trash cans and set up a stone tablet on the lawn, which says, "Green grass is afraid of wandering feet." A stone tablet was erected on the river, which read "Please don't litter everywhere". I took off my clothes, put on my bathing suit, put on my eyes and went down to take a shower. Dad bathed my brother. Seeing my brother fall into the river, I took a sip of dirty water and spat it out again. After this lesson, I set up a stone tablet by the water, which said "Children are not allowed to play in the water". There is moss by the river, which makes it slippery to step on. I found a small board that said "Watch out for slipping".

Through this bath, I was greatly inspired. I must protect the ecological environment. Safety is an indispensable part of our primary school students. We must attach importance to it. It will be too late after the accident, which will only bring more pain to family and relatives.

Close the photo album of memory, although the wonderful picture is far away, it always appears in my mind and never fades.