Write a memorable growth story

① A collection of compositions to commemorate growth

Preface to the Growth Commemorative Album

Walking on the road of time, looking back at the years that have passed, unconsciously , I have gone through eighteen spring and autumn years in this world. There are still more than fifty days until my eighteenth birthday, the season of adulthood. I want to have a birthday party, where there are my good friends and my family. I am like a princess, accepting everyone's blessings and receiving carefully prepared gifts from my family and friends, but I know that if there is such a thing, This birthday party is not me, it is not the me who celebrates my birthday at school, and it is not the coming-of-age ceremony for this little girl from the countryside. I just want a small gift. In addition, I also want to prepare a gift for myself. A special gift to commemorate.

I want to be like other 18-year-old classmates, take a set of artistic photos that belong to me, leave myself with the scene when I was 18 years old, let the photos freeze forever, record the passage of time, the youth. yesterday. But that’s not my style. I want to spend a few photos of Red Mao Ye going to the photo studio to enjoy half a day of makeup. I pose according to the instructions and take some photos. After the artist’s modifications, they become more beautiful, and then I select a few photos. When beautiful photos are developed, they are unrealistically beautiful, as if they are not me. That is not my style. Economical and affordable is the last word.

I hope, I hope that my eighteenth year will be as wonderful as my eighteenth year, and have the story of my youth, leaving beautiful memories in my memory, and leaving footprints on the eighteenth day. , I decided that when I turn eighteen, I will record my eighteen years of story and eighteen years of growth. When I get older, I can read it slowly, so that I can let myself know that I have no If you waste food, you will grow, and your life will not be in vain.

I want to use this book as my watershed. After eighteen, I have crossed the Chu River and Han boundary in chess, and crossed the Qinling Mountains and Huaihe River line in China. From now on is another new starting point, a full stop from zero to eighteen, saying goodbye to the me of yesterday, shouting, I am here in the future.

A long time ago, I wanted to I have written a book, a collection of stories, and even a novel about my growth journey, but I have never had the courage to tell my whole story. Every time I pick up the pen, I put it down again, not knowing where to start. Now, facing the day when I am about to become an adult, I lament inexplicably that time flies by. If I don't record it, I may not know what year and month it is. I finally mustered up the courage to write down my own journey.

Life is a marathon, and everyone is at a starting point. Some people move forward bravely, and some people just watch the show. No matter what method, we are constantly accumulating experience, constantly thinking, and constantly improving. The gains along the way are our gains. Falling down and getting up are gains. Perseverance is also a gain. Paying back is also a gain. We have gone through the years and gone through the baptism of wind and rain.

Living all the way, learning all the way, we have firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine; working hard and struggling all the way, we have the sharp edge of the sword from the grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms from the bitter cold ; There are winds and rains all the way, growth all the way, the sunshine is always after the wind and rain, and you may not become talented, but you must grow.

Everyone has a different story. Daily life makes our years so fleeting; growth is a door of leaves. There are a group of lovely people in childhood. Thank you for these people's company. Be by my side and grow with me.

I would like to preface this article by thanking those who helped me and those who accompanied me on the road of growth. I will always remember you!

② A collection of essays on the growth stories of me and my children

As my son grew up slowly, I suddenly discovered that I was actually learning to grow up with my son. Like all mothers in the world, I started planning how to be a qualified mother since I was ten months pregnant. However, my son's growth still made me feel a lot of unpreparedness and confusion. My wife is very busy at work. She often has to work overtime and be on duty. She doesn’t have many meals at home a week. Faced with my young son, I flinched a little. I even thought about sending my son to his grandmother’s house, but my friend’s One sentence: "If you make do with your child, the child will make do with you." He completely changed his mind and gritted his teeth and started to grow up with his son.

The old and the new replace each other, growing up and singing happily all the way. In these ordinary and difficult days, my son grew up. My son has loved reading since he was a child and has many interests and hobbies. He also likes to ask many questions that I think are incomprehensible. He is interested in everything from dinosaurs to Ultraman to aliens; he wants to explore them all from tadpoles to hybrid rice to characters from the Three Kingdoms. I also like to play chess, and I never interfere with my son's hobbies. I just remind him from time to time to learn to make choices and learn to arrange time reasonably. At the same time, I want to provide my son with the necessary nutrients during his growing season, as well as cultivate him to have a good temperament, a healthy body, and a heart that loves the world and cares for others. These are particularly important. Therefore, I will always take every opportunity to educate my son and cultivate his sound character. Especially when going to and from school in the first and second grade, it is the happiest time for us as mother and son. My son will tell me everything that happens in school: Mom, I got another little red flower, he is happy; Mom, the teacher criticized me wrongly today. Mom, I saw the senior students bullying our classmates again, and he was aggrieved; Mom, can I be elected to the class committee tomorrow? He was uneasy. ． ． ． ． ． My son immediately confided to me the happiness, troubles, and confusions he encountered and felt. As a mother, I began to learn to help my children use wisdom to analyze phenomena, distinguish right from wrong, and learn to solve problems. Every time I ask him to talk about his feelings, how do I do it? Is there a better solution? Encourage him, comfort him, help him think of ways and countermeasures, and enjoy joy and troubles with him. What makes me happy is that my son has given me many unexpected joys in return. It was my first time to participate in a primary school math Olympiad competition. I was a little nervous and my palms were sweaty because I wanted my son to be more confident from now on. But my son stretched out his little hand and comforted me and said, "Mom, I can do it!" The first time my son wrote a composition about looking at pictures, he faced the pictures with mountains, water, flowers, plants and animals. of a picture. He happily wrote "The Gift Summer Brought Us", and the title alone left me in awe. I was sick and had no energy at all. I was struggling to get up to cook for my son in the morning, but in a daze, I saw him holding hot milk and helping me up to drink it. I was walking with my son on campus and saw him picking up a piece of rotten paper. I was about to criticize him for not being clean and dirtying his hands, but I saw him running away and throwing the paper into the trash. In the barrel…. . I told my son that he should play with good students and not with so-and-so. He was too poor at studying, but my son immediately retorted: "No, I want to help him."&# 58853;… There are many, many more things like this. I know that my son is slowly becoming sensible and growing up day by day. This makes me more proud and happy than my son getting a hundred points in the test. In the years when I grew up with my son, my son moved and reminded me of many details. It has broadened my vision and made my character tough; it has enabled me to constantly overcome the melancholy and boredom in my bones and love life again. The process of raising children is actually a new round of self-shaping and improvement for parents. I'm glad to have such a process!

③ My growth story composition of more than 350 words and inspiration

"My Growth Story"

Growth, Thinking of a long river, it is the waves that have set off in my life journey; it grows like a lush tree, and the annual rings record the footprints I left. Ah, my growth is like a song, like a poem, like a dream.

The story happened in 2009. I remember that time, when I was 7 years old, my parents took me to go hiking.

Climbing on the rugged mountain road, I was dazzled by the various shapes of strange pines and rocks. I was amazed one by one from the bottom of my heart and praised each other from my mouth. My mother smiled and said: "It's true that you don't see the mountains when you come back from the Five Mountains, and you don't see the mountains when you come back from Huangshan!"

I was still young at that time and couldn't understand what my mother was talking about. What are the Five Sacred Mountains and what are they? Mountain!

My eyes were suddenly attracted by the strange rocks hanging on the edge of the cliff. I saw that it was not connected to the other rocks, hanging there alone, as if someone had moved it here from somewhere, and it was crumbling. I'm really worried that it will be blown into the ravine by a gust of wind.

I heard from the tour guide that it has been here for who knows how many years. Legend has it that it is a sacred stone that flew from afar. Therefore, people call it "flying stone".

"Mount Tai is majestic, Mount Hua is dangerous, Mount Lu is beautiful, and Mount Huang is amazing." It really deserves to be called one word: amazing!

You should know the name of this mountain, right? ——Huangshan.

As I grow day by day, I keep changing. I am harvesting, and the flowers bloom and fall silently. There are many stories of growth, including joy and sadness; the years of growing up are very long, and you need to seize every second of today and tie your hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon weaved by hope, connecting memories and yearnings.

④ What is a meaningful title for a composition about a growth story?

In primary school composition writing, it is inevitable to write compositions about "growth stories". Many students do not know how to write them. Here I teach students how to write this type of composition. Step one: Understand the meaning of the question and what you want to write about. Growth means developing to a mature stage, that is, becoming sensible. Adolescence is the stage of growth. As you grow, there must be many things that leave a deep impression on you, such as happy things or troublesome things; there may also be things that give you unforgettable education; let you understand a Reasonable things; give you something that will be unforgettable for a lifetime, etc. In short, this thing has made you more sensible, so you can choose this thing. Step 2: Expand your thinking and choose a good idea. After getting this kind of exercise, students may still not know how to start? In fact, the scope of this type of exercises is very wide. We have written such as: "Growth Story", "My First Time...", "I Learned...", "This Thing Educated Me", "Inspiration from..." Basically they all belong to this type. Therefore, for this type of exercise, it is generally better to use this incident to let you understand a certain principle. Step 3: Determine the point of view and select the materials to be written. There are many things in your growth, so you need to choose the one that best expresses the central idea; the one that best expresses the meaning of positive thoughts; the thing that you think can best impress your readers. This is the focus of this exercise. Step 4: Write in order, with appropriate details. Write in a certain order (generally according to the order of development of things). The content that can best highlight the core of the expression should be written in detail. Sample Essay 1: Growing Pains People have troubles when they grow up. There is a song called "Little Boy", in which it is sung that "as his age grows older, his troubles increase." I don’t know when I started to have my own troubles. Sometimes there is no need for a reason, just trouble after trouble, trouble after trouble. When I come home from school every day, I am greeted by the familiar question: "Have you finished your homework? Do your homework quickly!" Whenever I hear these questions, I get upset and feel uneasy when doing homework. How I wish my parents would stop rushing me and let me complete it according to my own plan. In fact, I know they do it for my own good, but I don't want to grow up like most children in the nagging of their parents. Therefore, my usual answer is "Silence is golden", and in my mind silence does not equal acquiescence. Since the day I started school, my grades have become a constant topic of discussion in my family. My grades are good and bad. When my grades are good, I will be praised and told by my mother: "Don't be proud, otherwise you will definitely fail the test next time." When my grades are not good, I will also be severely criticized and told by my mother. : "If you don't do well in the exam next time, you will be the one to look good." What exactly is a score? Is it grades or self-improvement? Is it the transcendence of others, or the increasing pressure? Maybe both, maybe neither? I don't understand, I feel bored and confused. Sometimes I often think to myself, what exactly is growth? Growth is sometimes full of bitterness and joy, and sometimes growth is mixed with a bit of regret. Even so, the charm of growth is still irresistible. People need to mature and people also need to grow. This is the natural law of human reproduction.

Troubles make me good at thinking. I grow up day by day in the troubles. I know that troubles are the catalyst for growth. Sample Essay 2: Appropriate giving up is also a kind of life. When I was growing up, I was often troubled by many things, so I couldn't make a choice about some things, like a dark cloud hanging over my heart. But my cousin's simple words were like a bright light, driving away the dark clouds in my heart. During the winter vacation, I went to my distant cousin’s house with my mother. My cousin has lived in a rural area since she was a child. Due to the difficult family environment, she has not read many books. I heard from my mother that my cousin started learning beekeeping at a very young age and was very skilled. After hearing this, I was very curious. Can girls also beekeepers? It was also highly skilled, so my curiosity increased and I wanted to see it with my own eyes. In the morning, I got up early and ran to the yard, stretched my body, and breathed in the fresh air unique to the countryside and the beautiful sun. The sun shone warmly on my face. I closed my eyes and said, "My little sister, you got up so early." I opened my eyes and looked along the voice. It was my cousin, who was still busy with her hands. I asked : "Cousin, what are you doing so early?" My cousin replied with a smile: "Collecting honey." As soon as I heard that I was collecting honey, I quickly ran over to take a look. I carefully watched the process of my cousin collecting honey. I didn’t know why my cousin always threw away some honey every time she collected a box. I couldn’t help but feel it was a pity, so I asked: “Cousin, why do you leave some honey in the box? "My cousin looked at me and said, "Little sister, you don't understand! The honey left behind is for the bees to keep alive, so that we can collect more honey!" "Oh! "What?" My cousin said with a smile: "If you give up too much, the bees in the hive will become lazy because there is enough honey, and some of the bees will not collect honey." After listening to my cousin's words, my heart suddenly trembled, as if a window had suddenly opened in my soul. Yes, in order to obtain, we should also learn to give up. Without giving up or paying, how can there be greater gains? Now we are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, with abundant physical strength and clear mind. It is the time to learn knowledge and we should study hard. Of course, it is precisely because we are young and have fun, without worries or scruples, but how can we blind our eyes with a leaf and not see the mountain, just for temporary fun without serious study? Between playing and learning, we have to make appropriate and correct choices, just like our cousin giving up honey, we can't have none, and we can't have too much. The process of collecting honey made me understand the principles of being a human being in life. We must cultivate self-discipline ability from an early age, constantly improve and enrich ourselves, and giving up appropriately is also a kind of life. Sample Essay 3: Let me give it a try We face survival problems every day of our lives, and our parents always say, ‘You can only adapt to future survival if you study hard now. ’ I’m very dissatisfied. But there was an unforgettable experience that taught me a little bit about survival. It was a sunny Sunday. After finishing my homework, I made an appointment with several female classmates to play tennis. Along the way, we talked and laughed. Everyone's face was filled with joyful expressions. I rode in front while humming songs, leading the way for everyone. There was a "click" sound, and Zhang Juan, who was following me, fell, and everyone suddenly panicked. The ecstatic expression just now disappeared from their faces. I also turned around in a panic to see how injured she was. At this time, other students gathered around, some helped Xiaojuan, and some went to help the fallen car. "What happened?" Some students asked, "I don't know why, but I fell while riding." Xiaojuan said a little aggrievedly, with crystal tears rolling in her eyes. I held the car and tried to push the pedals, but they couldn't move. It turned out that the chain was stuck in the gap of the transmission. Xiaojuan looked at me and stood up slowly, and said to me very guiltily: "It's all because I delayed everyone. Let's find a car repairman." I looked around and there was no car repair stall at all. I mobilized everyone to inquire around and heard an old man say: There is a car repair stall at the two stations. Everyone lowered their heads upon hearing this, Xiaojuan's face suddenly turned red, and the tears that were still in her eyes just now seemed to open the floodgates and pour down. My classmates and I kept comforting Xiaojuan. At this time, some classmates muttered in a low voice: I'm afraid I won't be able to play tennis today. The students looked at each other, like balloons deflating at the same time, and lowered their heads in unison. "Let me give it a try." I saw everyone's anxious, disappointed and helpless look, so I, who is usually more introverted, said readily. As I said that, I rolled up my sleeves and started to imitate my father's usual way of repairing cars.

At this time, I suddenly felt like someone was saying to me: 'Silly boy, pay attention to how dad repairs the car. If there is a problem with the car, you don't have to ask for help. This is called art without stressing oneself, which is the ability to survive. ’ Now that I think about it, it’s true that ‘things rarely come in handy’. Thinking of this, I decided to give it a try. I took out a tissue, held it in my hand, and pushed the chain back to the wheel. But the chain didn't move at all because it was stuck very tightly. I kept turning my feet to move the stuck roulette wheel. My classmates also came over to help me pull it. Hard work really pays off. Just a "click" sound was heard, and the chain returned to its original position. "Awesome!" "You are so talented!" My classmates kept praising me, and Zhang Juan also looked at me gratefully, and I laughed happily. Just by relying on this trial, I found success, joy, and learned a survival skill. Survival skills require continuous learning in life. Let me give it a try, which allows us to test our abilities and talents, learn to survive, and develop confidence in survival. May we often say in life and study: Let me give it a try! Sample Essay 4: Unforgettable Childhood There are many books on my bookshelf, but my favorite is the "Selected Foreign Fairy Tales" because there is a childhood story hidden in that book that I will never forget. When I was five years old, there was a fourth-grade eldest sister living next door. I could hear her reading the text fluently and emotionally every night. I was so envious. Therefore, I often read and read, hoping to surpass her one day. “You can’t find anything even if you break through iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get it.” The opportunity finally came. One day, I went to my eldest sister's house to play. After she finished her homework, I told her the idea of ??a reading competition, and she happily agreed. So she took a book from the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages, and started reading in a sweet voice. But I thought that the first place was within my grasp. I raised my head and looked confident. "Pa" she patted my shoulder, and while taking out a book "Selected Foreign Fairy Tales" from the bookshelf, she said, "Read this book." I took the book and flipped through it for a long time. I was dumbfounded, like I was poured cold water on it - I didn't know most of the words, I couldn't even read them, so how could I read them. Excessive vanity and desire led me to come up with a clever plan: On the surface, I was reading a story, but in fact, I was secretly reciting the story of "Hidden Ears and Stealing Bells" that my father often told. I glanced at my eldest sister quietly with my peripheral vision. Unexpectedly, she was stunned. Maybe she didn't expect that I could read so well. I thought: You should give in! After reading, she came over to me with a disappointed look on her face and said, "I gave you a book called "Selected Foreign Fairy Tales", but you told me a Chinese idiom story. What does this mean?" When I heard this, my face felt hot and I couldn't help but lower my head. "I...I'm sorry..." "A person has to go through countless exams in his life, and no one can guarantee success every time. But as long as you work hard, it doesn't matter if you fail. But on the contrary, if you go for those unreal successes , and to deceive myself, such success is worthless. I was so ashamed that when my sister saw me like this, she gave the book to me. The moment I took the book, I felt that the book weighed a thousand pounds. When I got home, I opened it. After reading the first page, a line of delicate small words came into view: "The most precious thing in life is truth...". Now every time I see this book on the bookshelf, that childhood memory cannot calm me down for a long time...

⑤ A meaningful childhood story composition that makes you grow up

Happy things are as numerous as the stars in the night sky, and some have changed with the passage of time. It's very vague, but something happened during the summer vacation when I was ten years old, which I still can't forget.

During the summer vacation the year before last, I returned to my hometown. Shopping in the supermarket. There are so many people in the supermarket. The salespersons, uncles and aunts are all sweating profusely, but they still work hard and hard. How valuable this spirit is, I can't help but see them so tired. Said to a saleswoman: "Let me help you. "The aunt opened her mouth wide in surprise and said, "You...can you? "Let me try it and learn slowly." "The aunt agreed, and she let me watch first. She quickly picked up the code reader and pointed it at the barcode, and the price immediately appeared on the small screen. After taking the picture, she typed a few more times on the keyboard. Letters, finally collect the money, and you're done. Haha...it turns out to be so simple, I can't help but want to try it. Oh, it looks easy, but it's hard to do.

I was so clumsy that I finally finished taking pictures of the barcodes of the goods in front of me, but the letters on the keyboard seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with me, and I couldn't type a single one for a long time. The aunt laughed and said to me, "Let's do it. I'll type and you'll take the barcode." I readily agreed. Time passed slowly, I became more and more proficient, and the work went smoothly. I was secretly proud of myself when difficulties arose. A customer came over with a lot of things, and kept saying: "Quick, quick, I'm in a hurry..." Now I panicked, and the order was suddenly disordered, and some barcodes looked like It seemed like he was deliberately against me. I couldn't get in no matter what. It became more and more chaotic as I got busier. In the end, my aunt helped me get it done. In a flash, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and I had to go home. Before I left, my aunt gave me a box of chocolates and said that this was my salary for today.

I walked happily on the way home. Although I was sweating profusely, my heart was sweeter than eating honey, and I was indescribably happy. The box of chocolates in my hand seems to weigh a thousand pounds. This is the first time I have earned it through labor and hard work. I took a piece and put it in my mouth. It felt particularly sweet.

⑥ 800-word composition on the story of growth

The road to growth is tortuous, full of joy and bitterness; the road to growth is inseparable from your own efforts and struggle. On the way to growth, we cannot do without the guidance and help of others. Of course, my growth path has not been smooth sailing, and I cannot do without my father’s guidance.

I remember that when I was a child, I was very stingy and like a girl. I especially liked to compete with my cousin for social and social affairs. One time, my cousin came to my house as a guest. During the meal, I took the new spoon my mother bought me and showed it off in front of my sister. My sister refused to accept it and asked me for the spoon. "If you want my spoon, there is no way." I refused to give it. "This is my spoon. You can buy it yourself." When my sister saw that I didn't give it to her, she resorted to a trick - "It's raining." When my father saw my sister crying, he said sternly to me, "Give your sister the spoon. She is a guest in our house. You are the master and you should behave like a master." Under my father's coercion and inducement, I gave the spoon to me impatiently. Sister. The sister who got the spoon looked like a chameleon and immediately smiled again.

After my sister left, my father said to me, "What's the matter, you stingy guy, you're still angry, a man should be more generous." After many similar battles, I have become more and more angry. I have become more and more like a man, and I have become very indifferent to such trivial matters.

In addition to this incident, there was another important thing when I was growing up.

It was the summer vacation of fourth grade. After discussion, my father and mother decided to send me to learn to swim. ah! I am most afraid of water. In fact, I am so afraid of water because when I was in second grade, I accidentally fell into the deep water area and drank a lot of water, which scared me. Going to learn to swim this time was a big deal for me. Small challenge.

The next day, my father and I came to the swimming pool in the square. At first, I didn’t dare to move in the water. It was said that the shallowest place here was 1.5 meters deep. I was very scared. With my father's patient persuasion and encouragement, I slowly started swimming. Later, my swimming coach came. This coach looked fierce and evil. He took away my swimming ring as soon as he came and asked me to swim independently. At first, he asked me to swim one meter, and soon the distance increased to two meters. Three meters, if you don't swim, you will sink to drink water. A tiger is too fierce. After a devilish training, I learned to swim in three days, and I realized that I was a swimming genius. From then on, I dared to try anything.

Life is like clouds in the sky, ever-changing and unpredictable; like a winding road waiting for me to walk; like a small boat on the sea, ups and downs, with We are sailing in the ocean of life.

⑦ Growth story composition (600 words)

Everyone’s growth story is different. There is joy and pain, joy and sadness, thinking and exploration in growth. There are pursuits and aspirations, successes and failures, but the story of my growth is mixed with a hint of helplessness.

I am now a middle school student, and my subjects are increasing with the need for knowledge, and I am also busy with homework. Come and join in the fun. Homework is like an invisible five-fingered mountain pressing down on me. Especially when the exam is coming, I am afraid that others will leave behind the homework, so I study hard. Wearing ‘black glasses’ to school the next day, he almost became a national treasure.

Alas, when can I have a holiday? I'm looking forward to it.

The dark clouds of the final exam finally dispersed, and I took a long breath. The long-awaited vacation has quietly arrived. That day, my mother and I went to xx bookstore and brought back a lot of books. Happiness was like a caterpillar, tickling my whole body and making me want to laugh.

The joy and relaxation of the holiday were also passed on to my mother. My mother took me to the xxx cafeteria opposite the bookstore. The story unfolds...

We chose a seat by the window and sat down. My mother told me: "This is a cafeteria. You can choose the food you like. There are mutton skewers at the corner ahead. Go get two." I ran forward. I found a tray, quickly took out two mutton skewers, and returned to the table. I saw my mother's eyes widened and her mouth opened into an "O" shape: "Oh my God! That's raw mutton! No, there is also a bunch that is not mutton, but raw chicken hearts." The waiter smiled at the side. , said: "Come, I will send it back for you, and let uncle bake two cooked ones for you." I looked at my aunt dejectedly as she took my plate. His face felt as red as iron. I lowered my head, but I always felt as if the eyes of the entire restaurant were focused on me. Everyone seemed to be laughing at me, a boy who only knew how to eat but didn't even recognize mutton skewers. Mom said: "I think if those mutton skewers were multiple-choice questions drawn in the book, you would definitely not be mistaken." Mom looked at me meaningfully.

Yes, if you can only do the questions in the book, you are just talking on paper. Life is full of knowledge. Only by learning to observe carefully can you continuously enrich your knowledge and life experience. Otherwise, you will be like me (you don’t even know mutton skewers).

Recommended on 2017-12-19