My Growth Story Composition in Grade Seven

Friend, you have many stories of growing up! So how do you express your growth story in words? The following is my seventh grade growth story composition. Welcome to read!

Chapter One: My Growth Story

From my memory to primary school, there are many stories about growing up that I can't forget. Excavating a memory is a story, with joy, sadness and irony; There are progress, backwardness and unforgettable.

I remember I went to kindergarten at the age of five, and the teacher's director came to my house as a guest. I just woke up from a nap with a small pillow in my arms! I heard someone knocking at the door, and my father answered it. I was nervous then! Because the teacher said he would come to my house the day before. I thought to myself, "this is over, because I didn't behave well in kindergarten and always got into trouble." My parents know it's time to clean me up. "

Dad let the teacher in and gave them water to drink. I sat next to my teacher, afraid to look at her. Now I regret that the kindergarten didn't listen to her. I was waiting to be criticized, but the teacher said, "Dear, your handwriting has improved and your mistakes have been corrected neatly, especially your paintings, which are beautiful and won an award." I was so nervous that I forgot my fear at once. I jumped off the sofa and jumped around the room, eager to know what prize I won.

The teacher said, "Our kindergarten won two gold medals, including you!" " ""You should work hard and make persistent efforts to get better grades, and don't be proud, "the teacher went on.

Dad said, "This kid just won't listen. He is not serious about anything. If he is serious, he will make progress. " . You see, this award shows that you are serious, just like the teacher said, you still have to work hard. "

I don't think I need to be criticized now, and I forgot, just thinking about my gold medal. The teacher added: "Attitude is very important. Only with the right attitude can you study hard, observe discipline and do everything well. Winning the prize is the best proof, right? " I looked at the teacher and nodded seriously.

After seeing off the teacher's director, I secretly made up my mind that I must win the gold medal again, and I must paint as hard as this painting competition and study hard. Didn't teachers and parents say that attitude determines everything?

There are many stories about growth, some about the past, some about the present and some about the future. Attitude determines the wonderful story.

Chapter Two: My Growth Story

Everyone has his own growth story, including happiness, anger, sadness and, of course, happiness. My growth story is very interesting. do you want to hear it ? Then listen to me!

Hi, last year, our welfare home held a reading contest of the Koran. Whoever studies well can go to Tianchi Mountain in Luoyang for two days. After more than a month's hard work, we all read well, depending on how we play on the court! First the junior high school group read aloud, then the primary school group read aloud, one hospital after another. I was the first to read aloud when I arrived at our school. I was a little nervous and didn't give full play to my strength. Although it was not very good, it ended smoothly in the end. I breathed a long sigh of relief. I was very anxious when the results were announced on Friday. When I read my name, a big stone in my heart fell heavily, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep at night. The next day, we took a bus to Tianchi Mountain, took a four-hour bus ride to Luoyang, and then took a bus into Tianchi Mountain. We went to many scenic spots, and Tianchi Mountain is really beautiful! This is the joy of my growth!

Anger may be the reason why my self-esteem grows stronger as I grow older. I'm in the seventh grade this year, and I'm called a "violent girl" by people in our class. Because I'm so good! Well, another person is bothering me. This Zhao Pengfei is a "little naughty boy" in our class, which annoys everyone. Today, he took my badminton. I was very angry and asked him if he wouldn't give it to me. In anger, I had to use my various "unique skills". He was tortured by me and gave it back to me, which really made me angry.

Alas, whenever I have a holiday, I feel sad to see that all the people in our yard are picked up by my parents. Why can't my parents come? I thought sadly. How sad I am not to see us, but not to visit us!

Le, once, my sister and I made a big outfit for my brother. While my brother was sleeping, we brought my mother's cosmetics and drew a picture on his face. "Look!" Hearing my sister's crying, I turned away and laughed, because my brother's face was painted as "Xiaohua Mall" by my sister, which was very funny. My brother was awakened by us. I don't know what happened when I got up. We are all very happy!

This is my growth story, with joy and anger, sadness and joy. What about yours?

Chapter Three: My Growth Story

I am eight years old this year. How many stories have happened before? What do you remember? Looking through the photo album and looking at the photos recording my growth, it seems that it is time to learn English again. My growth story begins with the photo album!

"This photo was taken 10 days after you were born." I've seen it countless times, and I don't know how many times my grandmother has said it. Looking at this kind and strange photo, her face is red, her eyes are narrowed and her mouth is pursed, as if to say to me, "Are you a grown-up me?" I nodded. The second photo shows a one-and-a-half-year-old child taking a bath. My mother told me that I didn't like taking a bath when I was a child, and I cried when I saw the bathtub. I saw grandma holding a bell in her left hand and a ball in her right hand, shaking and shaking. Grandma held water in her vicissitudes of life hands and held it up to me. I saw my two pairs of calves pushing the washbasin hard, waving their hands constantly, tears gushing, grinning, and extremely painful. Looking at grandma and grandma's messy hair and deep wrinkles on their faces, my eyes are moist. They worked hard to raise their parents and gave me their love selflessly, so I secretly made up my mind to let them live a better life when they grow up and continue to carry forward their selfless love.

Looking at these photos, time flies, and I should learn to walk. I saw that I bent down with tears in my eyes, gritted my teeth, one little hand tugged at the corner of my clothes tightly, and the other little hand stretched forward, "Help me, help me". I saw her begging from my eyes. My mother told me that this was the first step in my life. Only by taking the first step can we not stumble in our later life. In my opinion, anything can only be fruitful and successful if it takes the first step. What did you say?/Sorry?

I'm six years old and it's the last day of kindergarten. I'm glad I became the host of the graduation ceremony, and I hosted it with Teacher Li. Gorgeous stage, wonderful program, my thoughts suddenly flew to the ceremony site. Familiar faces, as if the ceremony happened yesterday, I am really reluctant to go, but I am inexplicably excited at the thought of stepping into the school gate when I grow up. Good memories can only stay in the past, where I learned the first lesson of my life, and learned to respect the old and love the young, and unite my classmates.

Let's start a new day here! From then on, everyone knew the story. Let's wait until we are eighteen.

Chapter Four: My Growth Story

Dear teachers and classmates, hello! I'm Zhang Zhixing from Xingyang No.2 Primary School. You must have had many stories when we were growing up. There must be some stories that you find interesting, tear-jerking and interesting. I will tell my growth story in chronological order!

19xx165438+1October 22nd is also a coincidence. It was my parents' wedding anniversary. Because I can't get out of my mother's stomach, my father simply let my mother give birth to me here. I think this must be my best gift to my parents, so now they will celebrate their wedding anniversary on my birthday.

When I was half a year old, I could talk, and the first one was Mom and Dad. It's time to say when I can walk. Strange to say, it was on my first birthday: I came to the square with my father and grandfather that day. There were many people that day. I was still held by my grandfather when I went. Hearing my father say that I saw so many people, I struggled to get down. When my grandfather put me on the ground, I went from the north to the south fountain. When I got home, my mother saw that I had no one to help me and ran back, stamping the ground happily.

I went to kindergarten when I was two and a half years old. I was very likable when I was a child, and my sister went to kindergarten, so all the kindergarten teachers liked me very much. Because I went to school early, I did a good thing on the first day: I peed my pants. When my sister saw it, she asked me to go to her house to change a dress, because her house was at the gate of the kindergarten and washed my clothes. I still wear my sister's big clothes when I go home.

I am in the first grade, so happy! I have made many good friends, some of whom are still together, but the third grade is a scar in my memory. That year, I had my tonsillectomy. I was tortured in the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhengzhou University. I receive injections and intravenous drip services every day. Alas, it's terrible to think back.

When I was in fifth grade, it was my happiest time. It was a year that Mr Fan Lixia and Mr Zhao Xu taught us. Our students in May and February really liked these two teachers, but when we learned that the seventh grade was going to be separated, we could not bear to part with them. On the Saturday of Teacher's Day in 20xx, several of our students in May and February went to Huancui Island with Teacher Fan. After that, we are reluctant to go, but we can still see the teacher and talk to her on campus every day.

I'm in grade seven this year, and I'm glad to meet such good friends as Zhang and Zhao Xuhui. I hope to see these good friends again in the future!

My story of growing up is over. What about yours? Let's share it!