Composition on my growth story from grade one to grade six

A composition about the growth experience from the first grade to the sixth grade of elementary school.

Growth Looking back suddenly, I realize that we have grown up. I don’t know when, but the word 18 has been on our lips often. Once upon a time, I thought that the age of 18 was so sacred. I only knew that when we grew up, we could fly higher and further. But at this time, when I really had to face it, I suddenly felt inexplicably at a loss. I worry about whether I can fully understand the rich connotations contained in the ordinary number of 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! During the two years of high school, we spent our 6-year-old flowering season and experienced the 17-year-old rainy season without realizing it. We once sighed in confusion, and then searched for ourselves in peace. We grew up in confusion and peace. As a result, we began to get used to using our own brains to think about everything around us. Maybe this kind of thinking is superficial, but we, a group of proud but not blindly obedient children, are eager to bid farewell to our youthful ignorance with reason and maturity. 18 years old is an end and a beginning. At this moment, in the alternation between gain and loss, between pursuit and giving up, we feel happiness and experience pain. Almost all pain comes from chasing dreams. After we experienced countless pains to realize our dreams, we finally experienced joy, and then we realized that pain often breeds the seeds of happiness. Growth is not an easy thing, and pain is not necessarily a bad thing. In pain, we know that when reality cannot change, we must change ourselves in time, but we still love to bargain with reality because we deeply understand that Love this world, this world of happiness, warmth, love and pain. In the process of growing up, we have learned to discover and cherish. For those small knots in our hearts that cannot be untied, we have learned to smile lightly and appreciate the beauty of its imperfections. Because we know that as long as we turn around freely, we can find new and beautiful scenery. Growth is a pain, but I don't want it to leave scars. Growth is a kind of transformation. Only after experiencing hardships can you break out of the cocoon. Growing up is often lonely, and you have to learn to cheer yourself up when no one is cheering for you. Don't be afraid, don't worry, face everything you encounter in your growth bravely and calmly to encourage yourself, give yourself faith, and give yourself happiness. In the journey of growth, what we need is calm experience, calm perception, and brave face. Standing on the threshold of adulthood, you may still see childish faces in front of you. His young and bright eyes revealed a hint of cynicism, and there was a hint of sadness hidden in his lonely smile. Maybe growth is like this: sadness and joy, loss and relief, noise and tranquility. The once bitter days have become fragrant in the memories. Whenever night comes with light steps, the bustling and noisy day gradually disappears. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into boundless memories. In my memories, the wishes and beautiful promises I once made, the persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into leaves of happiness, which I have carefully collected. Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy. Along the footsteps of growth, step by step, we move towards maturity and the future. A happy thing when I was growing up. There are as many happy things as the stars in the night sky. Some of them have become blurred with the passage of time. But one thing happened during the summer vacation when I was ten years old. It's something I can't forget to this day. During the summer vacation of the year before last, I returned to my hometown. Once, my grandma and I went to the supermarket to buy things. There are so many people in the supermarket. The salespersons, uncles and aunts are all so busy that they are sweating profusely, but they still work tirelessly and seriously. How valuable this spirit is. Seeing that they were so tired, I couldn't help but said to a salesperson, "Let me help you." The aunt opened her mouth wide in surprise and said, "You... can you?" "Let me try, slow down." Learn slowly." Auntie agreed and asked me to watch first. She quickly picked up the barcode reader and pointed it at the barcode, and the price immediately appeared on the small screen. After taking all the photos, she typed a few letters on the keyboard, collected the money, and was done. Haha...it turns out to be so simple, I can't help but want to try it. Oops, it looks easy but is 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 and 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. Growing Pains I feel that there are many growing pains, and these pains are growing. My mother told me that I should lay a good foundation now to prepare for entering society and having a good position in the future. My mother also said that when a person has a social status, he will have money. Whatever you want at that time, you will have it, and you will never live a difficult life like a laid-off worker. So I was asked to study hard, learn knowledge well, and get into a prestigious university. If you have a good diploma, you will have a good job, and you will not have to worry about your future life. After hearing these words, I thought to myself, yes, my mother thinks about my future like an adult, and she will never harm me. But later, I found that these words seemed right, but they seemed not quite right. Every day, I study in school and accept some principles of life. The Chinese language book says that you can't just think about yourself and ignore others. The teacher said, learn knowledge well and serve the construction of the motherland. I started to get confused, why should I study? How important are status, money, and honor in life? Can anyone tell me what should I do? This is really a very realistic and contradictory issue. As a kid, you didn't have to think about these things. After eating, you can go play, wander around, climb mountains, fish, and catch cicadas. After returning home, lie on the bed, cross your little feet, hum a self-composed song, flip through comic books, read fairy tale books, and feel free. comfortable. Things are different now. It seems that overnight, everything needs to be taken on and thought about. When the class chooses class cadres, the teacher asks every student to come on stage and say what position they would like to be in. When I got home and talked about this, my mother spoke up. Working hard to be a squad leader will not only train myself, but most importantly, it will pave the way for the future. Being a squad leader will make it easier to join the party in the future. When filling out any form, you will not say anything. I have never done any job. I am self-aware. With my ability, it is impossible to be the squad leader. My mother encouraged me, but I just wanted to be ordinary and study silently. I was tired of hearing my mother's constant nagging, and thinking about my mother's desire for her daughter to become a phoenix, I agreed. I went on stage to give a speech that day, and I said that I most wanted to be the class monitor. Although I had only been a propaganda committee member in elementary school, I had never held any position since then. I am not very capable, but I think that life should be about constantly improving oneself. Therefore, if I become a class monitor, I will try my best to help the class and do my best. When I walked off the podium, I felt very uncomfortable. I thought that what I just said was just lies and nonsense. I really admire myself for being so capable and making it up so well. It’s really painful to have to do something you don’t want to do but have to do it.

A 400-word composition on the sixth grade growth story (flower planting)

Spring returns to the earth and all things revive. Spring is a season when all things grow, and it is also a good time to plant trees and flowers. Last Friday, the teacher gave us a flower seedling and a flower pot, so we could plant flowers and observe the growth process of the flowers.

After school, I came home happily and said to my mother: "Mom, I want to plant flowers." My mother said: "Where are the flower seedlings?" I said: "Here they are." I She took out a small flower seedling and asked her mother worriedly: "Mom, can such a small flower seedling grow up?" My mother said, "You were just born, and you are getting bigger. Didn't I also raise you?" As long as you cultivate it carefully, you can definitely grow it."

I put a piece of tile into the flower pot, ran downstairs, and went to a piece of land without grass. I thought: Yes. To add some nutrition to the little flower seedlings, I crushed the expired vitamin C that my mother bought for me, put it in, and sprinkled some water.

I started to plant flowers. I carefully took out the flower seedlings and looked at their delicate and tender appearance. I couldn’t help but observe carefully. Although the flower seedlings were small, they already had six or seven leaves and were green. The leaves are stacked one on top of another, looking very healthy.

I think we must plant it alive and let it bloom the most beautiful flowers. I dug a small hole in the middle of the flowerpot, put the flower seedlings in it, and filled it with soil. In order to make it look better, I found colored marbles, put them in, and the flowers were planted.

I put the flower pot on the balcony to let it withstand the rain, dew and sun bathing.

Composition on the growth process of primary school students from grades 1 to 6

Growth is the only way for everyone. Everyone has their own different growth process. Human growth is like walking on the beach. Every step forward leaves a footprint - sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. It's all included.

My growth process was difficult, do you want to know? Then let me open the door of my memory and review my growth experience!

The memory is fixed in my childhood (about seven or eight years old). At that time, I was very playful. Even though I was a girl, my playful nature was no worse than that of boys. At that time, I often followed I play with my neighbor’s children who are two or three years older than me (I don’t know why, but I always feel that playing with them is very impressive. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to worry about being bullied in front of children of the same age. After all, I have someone to support me.). Once, I went to climb a tree with them. I imagined that climbing a tree was a very simple thing, because I had never climbed a tree. But when I stood under the tree and looked up at such a high trunk, I suddenly lost my mind - Oh my God! Such a tall tree, if I dare to climb it, I will be thrown to death! After a while, they all went up. They looked at me hesitating under the tree from a high place, and laughed at me: "Hey! Coward, you can't come up yet?" "I, I don't dare, so high. "My voice was so low that I could barely hear myself. "Huh! I knew you didn't dare! How shameful!" The anger in my heart could no longer be suppressed, and I loudly said to them: "Climb as long as you want, who is afraid of whom?" In this way, I climbed up step by step. tree. Just when I was secretly pleased with myself for the little victory I had achieved, another problem faced me - how should I go on? I sat on a branch and looked at the ground three or four meters below. I couldn't help but shiver. I was extremely scared. I desperately hoped that they would help me climb down, but they didn't. They just climbed down one after another, made a face at me and ran away. I felt very helpless. The anger I felt under the tree had long since dissipated, but what could I do?

After almost an hour, I was still sitting in the tree with back pain, and I started sobbing desperately in the tree. Suddenly, I noticed something moving in the grass over there, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I thought it was a beast or something that would eat me alive. However, finally a ray of sunshine shone on me, and I felt hope - it was my father! I saw my father dragging his exhausted body out of the grass. I was so excited that I felt like my savior had come! I hurriedly asked my father to carry me down, but my father's answer surprised me - he wanted me to climb down by myself. I was extremely disappointed. I thought my father could "save" me. At this time, my father said: "Yingli, don't be afraid, come on, one step at a time." After listening to my father's words, I seemed to believe that I could climb down, so I followed his steps. "Hey, slow down, step this leg first, okay, do it again." My father guided me step by step, and I climbed down step by step. Finally, my hard work paid off and I arrived safely on the ground! At that moment, I was nestled in my father's arms, enjoying the rainbow after the storm!

I am grateful to my father, because he taught me how to face difficulties, how to turn big difficulties into small difficulties, and finally solve the difficulties.

Composition on the growth story of six years in primary school

On the day of the second grade of junior high school, we all went to my grandma’s house. Many relatives came to grandma's house, and it was very lively. After lunch, I played "Eagle Catching Chickens" with several older brothers, older sisters, younger brothers, and younger sisters.

We gathered in a circle and discussed who would be the "eagle" and who would be the "hen". After discussion, we selected my uncle to be the "eagle" and my mother to be the "hen". The others stood behind the "hen" to form the "chicken" team.

The game begins. The "Eagle" launched a fierce attack on us, and the "Hen" responded calmly. Seeing that the "Eagle" failed to catch the "Chicken" this time, the "Eagle" resorted to the strategy of "moving the tiger away from the mountain", but we saw through it.

The "Eagle" was very angry. He fanned his "wings" and drifted left and right, making us spin around. Suddenly a "chicken" fell down. The "Eagle" took advantage of this opportunity and rushed over quickly, grabbed the "chicken" and ran away. . The "Eagle" happily "ate" the "chicken" and stared at us intently. Both of us stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. At this time, grandma came out and told us to stop playing. It was getting late and we were ready to have dinner. . We all walked into the house reluctantly.

This game was both tense and exciting. We had so much fun playing it!

Sixth grade composition "Growth Story"

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"The clock is ticking, and I know that my life is flowing at that time." Time. As time passes by, our bodies become more and more mature and our wisdom becomes more and more intelligent. Every episode in life adds up to our growth process. Savoring what we have passed away and what is passing away is to savor our lives. The stories that happen around us are the stories of growth in our lives. Our lives are full of sunshine of progress.

The stories of growing up are like stars in the sky, and some of them flow into the distance like the water of the Yellow River, but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Open the door of memory and recall that incident. One autumn day when I was 13 years old. One day, I got up early because today is my birthday! After breakfast, we went to school. On the way to school, some people who knew me asked: "Why are you so happy today? Have you eaten pistachios?" I replied: "No, it's just that the weather is nice today, so I am naturally in a good mood!" When I arrived at school , finished my morning reading happily. After class, the classmates all came over and said to me: "Happy birthday!" I was so happy! They even gave me a gift! The day passed in my happy mood. When I got home, I accidentally saw a cake on the table. Before I could ask, grandma grabbed the words and said, "Look, your dad even bought you a cake for your birthday." So excited! Dad even prepared a cake for me. In the evening, our family got together and held a birthday party for me. The cake with candles was placed on the table. The dim candlelight allowed me to see the wisps of silver on my parents’ heads. My parents are old, how much effort they have put into me. I used to be willful, but now I finally understand my parents’ love. 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. With tears in my eyes, I made a wish (I won’t tell you this wish for now, keep it a secret!) After that, I blew out the candles and started cutting the cake. Time flies so fast, the clock has pointed to 10 o'clock, and we have to clear the table. After clearing the table, I reluctantly went to bed. In life, auspicious words such as "everything goes well" and "smooth sailing" are not impossible to achieve, but are symbols of people's desire for a better life. Life is not smooth sailing, and those who cannot withstand the test will not reach the end of success.

As we grow older and taller, troubles arise unexpectedly. They form gangs and come together to disrupt our lives.

We are now middle school students, and the subjects are increasing with the need for knowledge, and homework is also busy to join in the fun. The homework that needs to be done is like an invisible mountain pressing down on us, especially when the exam is coming. I am afraid that others will fall behind on the homework, so I study hard. The next day they all went to school with dark circles under their eyes. The whole class was almost like a rare animal sanctuary, and every classmate was almost like a national treasure. Alas, when will the homework be reduced? I'm looking forward to it.

Life is full of sunshine, full of flavors like five-flavor bottles, and life is also full of hardships and trials. Let us move forward bravely and complete the journey of life with the colorful life stories.

Don’t ask for information about your personal growth story. Unit 6 of Volume 2 for Grade 6!

I was born in an ordinary family. My parents are managers of provincial state-owned enterprises. Like all parents, they have a warm and kind heart. They are upright, open-minded, conscientious and responsible, and down-to-earth and hard-working. Under their educational influence and careful care, I grew up to be an upright, kind, healthy and happy boy.

When I was born, I was resuscitated in the hospital for two days and one night due to dystocia. At that time, I had no body temperature or the powerful cry of a newborn. I only had a cold bottle and oxygen. In the end, the doctor found my father and gave up the treatment. But my family didn't give up, and I finally broke out of the hell gate. But what followed was postpartum trauma and frailty. I became a frequent visitor to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses were all "old acquaintances." Since my father often traveled for work, my mother had to put down her career, and my grandma put down her illness. My grandpa put all his body and mind into me. They took me around to seek medical advice, shuttled between Shenyang, Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. They went to well-known experts and professors and even quacks, and tried all kinds of Western medicine, Chinese medicine, Qigong, folk remedies, etc. Every family member They tried their best to do whatever they could and could not do. At that time, my parents' income was not high, but they lived frugally to ensure my treatment expenses, and at the same time, I was better off in life and other aspects. Children of the same age are doing well. During this period, I don’t know how much energy, tears and sweat they put into me. With the unremitting efforts and careful care of my family, my physical condition gradually improved and recovered, and I was able to study and live normally like other children. I deeply understand their hardships and hardships. So, I love my family and of course they love me very much. They are my source of motivation and strength. I am proud and proud to have such a family!

Although my childhood and childhood life were filled with illness and medicine, in my memory, my childhood and childhood life were also full of infinite fun, just like Mr. Lu Xun wrote " From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore" is full of fun. There was spring when I was picking flowers and catching insects, summer when I was playing in the water, autumn when I was crawling and rolling on the grass, and winter when I was making snowmen and having snowball fights... I grew up happily as a big kid under my mother's teachings and the children's games. Due to physical reasons, when I was nine years old, I began to understand the formal education in school. In primary school, under the care of my parents and the education of my teachers, I fully developed my moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and physical skills.

When I first entered middle school, everything was unfamiliar. A strange campus, strange classmates, and strange teachers. What remains unchanged is that the sky is still blue, the trees are still green, and the flowers are still bright. As time goes by, everything gradually becomes familiar, the campus is no longer strange, and classmates and teachers have become friends. So, after walking through the unfamiliar, everything became happy! Life in middle school is mainly about learning. Because I often missed school due to illness, and my parents were worried about my health, they relaxed my studies, and my foundation was not very solid. All this laid hidden dangers for my future studies. Middle school is in the special period of adolescence. The development of this stage is very complicated and full of contradictions. However, with the guidance of teachers and the help of my family, I learned a lot of knowledge that cannot be learned in books. The pace of my growth is here. Time also slowly sped up. In middle school, most of the relationships between classmates were innocent. However, because we were still in adolescence, men and women did not interact with each other very much. In addition, due to my health problems when I was young, I was sometimes bullied by others, but I did not dare to say anything when I went home, for fear of my father. My mother told me that I developed a low self-esteem and withdrawn character, and I often like to be alone. At this moment, it seems that this is also a characteristic of adolescence. Life in middle school is busy and simple. I ended my middle school life happily and entered the gate of technical secondary school.

Looking back on my personal growth in the past six years in primary school, I wrote a two-hundred-word essay on my personal growth story

I don’t know when I started to have thoughts and thin notes in my heart. Ben has a little more lock, he is more cautious when talking and doing things, and loses the innocence and impulsiveness of the past. He has learned how to be careful when getting along with others.

I don’t know if it is because of people’s overestimation. As we grow older, we have to bear more and more pressure, and things cannot be as simple and smooth as they were when we were young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to the games of the past. .The play house we played when we were young has long been unfamiliar to us. The hook-up play we played when we were young will not change in a hundred years, and it has long become a joke to us. Now we never dare to give people any chance. Any promise, and everything in the past has long become history. When I look back suddenly, I realize that it has all gone away from you.

Yesterday I had a disagreement with Yue over a small matter, but today I still feel the same when I meet Yue. Keeping the "distance", I know that if Heyue had a falling out, it would be impossible for us to have a falling out this morning and still hold hands and play together in the afternoon like we did when we were children. As we grow older, we are no longer childish and innocent, but Gradually mature and grow up, and my self-esteem is also increasing day by day. Sometimes when I make a mistake, no matter whose fault it is, I will not easily apologize to anyone. If I have a falling out, it will be difficult to play freely as before, but There will be more embarrassment between each other, and as time goes by, there will be an additional layer of estrangement. "Time can dilute everything?" But can it dilute the conflicts between Yue and I?

After bidding farewell to Ming in tears today, Ming boarded the train going north, and we have been separated by a world from now on. The so-called saying "It's hard to see each other, and it's hard to say goodbye" was most vividly reflected on this occasion of farewell. Because of the pain of separation, we cherish the reunion we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will settle for an unnecessary station. And staying too long is precisely because of pursuit. No matter how good friends we were in the past, we are now separated. The good ones may become better in the future, and the bad ones may become strangers when we see each other in the future.

In the last monthly exam, Jun won the title of first in the class, his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity became an "instant success", while Cheng "won" the "championship" of being the last in the class. After achieving such a result, Cheng didn't shed tears because he understood that men don't shed tears lightly, and if they want to shed tears, they can only be shed in the heart. Therefore, Cheng was demented in the class for a few days.

? Growing up is easy That's right, there is laughter and crying, joy and sorrow as well as separation and reunion. In the passing years, we have gained and lost too much. Every smile of victory and every cry of grievance make us understand We learned a lot. In the days when we got together with friends, we learned to be patient. When we were sad and shed tears, we learned to get up. After achieving results, we learned to be humble.`````

Everyone Behind the growth, there is a story of its own, which is a story written with smiles, tears, success and failure as a musical score.

Theme: Growth story, composition for sixth grade primary school

The stories of growth are like the stars in the sky, there are too many to count. Happy stories are like marshmallows. Pick one and put it in your mouth. It's sweet. The story of distress is also worth recalling, as it records innocence and childishness. I am growing up unconsciously. I don’t remember when my diary got a small lock, and I don’t know when I became more cautious when speaking. In a trance, I lost the innocence and liveliness of my childhood, and I no longer played with my friends like I did when I was a child. I just want to talk to my close friends... There are many growth stories, opening the floodgates of memory, like counting stars, there are countless growth stories.

Once, I was bored at home alone, so I came up with the idea of ??making a "cold dish". I just made it. I took a fruit knife and cut pears, apples, bananas and tomatoes into crescent shapes. , when cutting pears, the knife cut my finger, and I quickly wrapped it with a tissue. After a while, there was no bleeding and no pain, and I started to work again.

I went to organize the bookshelf, but I was too short and needed a chair to help me. I was organizing it, but accidentally, the chair fell over and I fell down. My head swelled up. .

My mother came back in the evening, and she was very happy when she saw the neatly arranged bookshelf. I brought out the "cold dishes" again. Looking at the cold dishes that I made into a heart-shaped pattern, my mother smiled from ear to ear. I'm also very happy.

There are many growth stories, which record my 11 years of growth. There are as many as the stars in the sky, countless...

Growing up in the sixth grade Story composition, the content should not be cliche, be more realistic

The story of my growth

Time flies like water, and time flies by. In the blink of an eye, I have grown from a baby waiting to be fed to the person I am today. I am growing all the time. There are ups and downs on the road to growth, there are joys and gains, and there are also tears when I fail, joy when I succeed, and hard sweat...

The joy of growing up: Growth is like a piece of The sweet toffee will leave you with endless aftertaste when you hold it in your mouth and open your mouth.

When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle in my mother's arms and listen to her tell stories. At that time, I always thought that I was the happiest child. I wished that time could stop and take a rest and keep this happy moment.

However, I failed to keep pace with the old man Time. I entered elementary school. In the first grade, I liked to lock myself in the room in the scorching summer and recite the Tang poem "Goose Goose, Qu Xiang" "Song to the Sky" I appreciated the lovely big white goose, and I also saw Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" and felt his homesickness. In the sixth grade, I was about to bid farewell to my alma mater and enter junior high school. I really felt what is called "time flies" and I have never felt reluctant to let go. I felt heartache and I understood what it means to have something that you don't know how to cherish, but only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it. Six years of teacher-student relationship, six years of friendship. I have received many honors during my six years in primary school, and every honor is a footprint of my growth. I appreciate the joy of growing up.

In junior high school, I entered a brand new school. Everything here is new to me. This is the place where I bury my dreams and sow my dreams. I believe I will start a new transformation here. I often remember all the past events during the military training at the beginning of the school year... On the clean playground, we (this brand-new group) stood under the sun for more than ten minutes. Every day, the students had to be on the playground early. Assemble, every member works hard for the overall honor of the class. In the end, with the efforts of the head teacher, instructors and everyone, our class achieved first place in military training. As Lenin said: 'As long as millions of working people unite as one and follow the outstanding figures of their own class, victory will be guaranteed'

And at the school sports meeting, the students I was one of the athletes who brought glory to the class. The most intense moment was during the relay race. I was the 5th runner. When the gun rang out, the classmate who was the first runner quickly rushed out of the starting line. Fortunately, I was ahead on the first leg. , the second baton, the third baton, and the fourth baton finally came to me. After I took the baton, my heart was churning like the sea. I ran hard and ran until the sixth baton was taken over, and I was temporarily calm. Although the results are not satisfactory, as long as you work hard, you will be the best.

Wherever there is happiness, there are worries. Trouble is like a heavy rain. After the storm, a rainbow will always appear. Let’s savor the growing pains.

For students, conflicts between classmates are the biggest worry. There will always be conflicts of varying sizes and small fights between classmates. Quarrels and bickering are common. This bothers me a lot.

I remember when I was in elementary school, the class was selecting class cadres. Although my name was on the election list, I lost the election because of the small number of votes. This was a big blow to me. During this period, I I accidentally saw an article titled "Thanks for That Failure in Life." This article tells the experience of college entrance examination students. It inspired me a lot. I studied harder, learned to be friendly with my classmates, and did everything well. Something happened, I was finally selected in the selection of brigade committee members in the next semester. I also want to say that I am grateful for that failure.

I am growing all the time, and I record the story of my growth with the pen in my hand every moment.