The growth story of 300 words in the fourth grade composition.

Whether you are at school or stepping into the society, when it comes to writing, you are of course familiar with it. Writing is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. So have you ever studied composition? The following is the growth story I compiled for you. There are 8 fourth-grade compositions with 300 words, which are for reference only. Let's have a look.

Growth story 300-word composition 1 I have been a cheerful boy since I was a child. My parents like me very much. I am very naughty. My mother is not less angry with me, but whenever I know that my mother is angry, I try to make her happy, so sometimes my mother can't help shaking her head. But my mother always wants to make me a man. What a pity! I'm really in trouble!

I remember once, my mother took me to Beijing to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my grandmother. Grandparents, grandparents and my mother took me and my sisters and cousins to the mountains to play. The next day, I went to Yanxi Lake. My mother wants us to climb the mountain. My sister is very brave. She dared to play with everything since she was a child, but I dared not climb four or five buttons. My mother looked at me and encouraged me to say, "Come on, climb so high." Then I clapped hard at the bottom, and my cousins cheered me hard at the bottom. Encouraged by them, I got up the courage and climbed a few more sections. Although I didn't climb to the finish line, I overcame my habit of being afraid of heights since I was a child. When I came down, they all hugged me and said, "Great!" At that moment, I was as proud as I grew up!

Hehe, this is an episode in my growing experience. I will work harder and become a real man in the future!

Growth story 300 words 2 Our growth experience is like a cloud, bearing the joy of our life. Anger. Sadness. Joy, in the process of growing up, I opened my colorful memory treasure house and found something that made you cry.

It was dusk, and the flaming morning glow lit up the sky. I was young at that time, and I was very excited when I went to Galaxy Park. I ran so hard that I didn't notice a taxi behind me. At this moment, the taxi came running towards me. Seeing that I was going to get hurt, my mother ran over and stopped the taxi by hand. My heart is filled with endless gratitude. I hugged my mother and cried in her arms. What I see is a face with tears of joy, a face with blurred eyes and a face full of excitement. At this point, I will never forget this scene.

Remember, in a thunder and lightning. I was shivering with cold on a stormy night. My mother used to touch my head and felt very hot. I know I have a fever. My mother quickly took me to the hospital. Under the careful care of my mother, I recovered quickly and was discharged soon.

Growing up, my mother took good care of me and worked hard. Only by studying hard can I live up to my mother's expectations.

The story of growing up I didn't know anything when I was a child. My parents taught me to write, walk and draw, and count from one to ten.

When I was eight years old, my parents were cooking dinner and there was no seasoning at home. My parents asked me to buy it outside. But I frowned and said, "I'm afraid of the dark, snakes, ghosts, old lunatics and …". Mom said: "There is no such thing in the community. What are security guards afraid of? " . I am still facing it. I can bravely buy some food. I took the money, put on my sandals and walked briskly downstairs. I really regret that I shouldn't have promised my mother, because it's terrible without a light. Some leaves on this big tree fell as if to catch me. I have a good idea. I can get through this easily by singing. Then I started. I went to the store and bought it. Finally, I can buy my favorite snacks, and I have to go back the way I came. With condiments and snacks, I think I'd better run with them.

Later, I ran to my door, panting and sweating, and rested downstairs for a few minutes. My mother called me upstairs, and I said, "I'll have a rest below and go up later." Mom said, "Come on up. Dad needs seasoning. Hurry up! " "I have to hurry.

People will encounter many things in their growth, including sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. We overcame this, and we grew up.

The story of growing up is like countless stars in the sky. What impressed me more was the first fried rice.

On a sunny Saturday, mom and dad don't know where to go. I was alone at home, and my stomach gave off a strong alarm. Mom and dad are not at home, and I am hungry. Let me learn fried rice by myself while they are not at home!

I hurried into the kitchen, turned the cupboard upside down and finally found the rice. I washed the vegetables and cut them into filaments. When the materials are ready, I turn on the gas stove and pour the vegetable oil into the pot. After a while, the oil boiled. I poured rice and vegetables into the pot, turned left and right, and fried for a while. Then I sprinkled a pinch of salt and continued to stir fry. After a while, I am very happy!

I skipped to the front of the cupboard, picked up chopsticks and washed them carefully with clear water. Just then, a smell of paste floated up and I rushed to the front of the stove. When I saw it, I was dumbfounded and turned around. The golden fried rice turned black. This is really a lie! I blame myself for forgetting to turn down the fire. I thought to myself: I'm starving, so I'll make do with it. I couldn't wait to eat a mouthful of rice, and I couldn't help crying, "What a bitter baby! Salty baby! " I dumped the rice in frustration.

The rice has fallen, and the smell of paste is still there. I thought to myself, it's a pity that a bowl of fried rice is not cooked well. I really need to be more careful in the future.

It's been over a year, but every time I think about it, it feels like it happened yesterday.

Growth story, fourth grade composition, 300 words, 5 "Hey! Look at this guy growing up and learning to be considerate! " Anyone who sees their children sensible will say so. Let me tell you my story of growing up.

When I was six years old, I just entered the kindergarten middle class, but I already knew the word "considerate" roughly. One night, I was watching TV with relish at home. Suddenly, lightning flashed through the air, "rumbling" and the thunder was deafening. Somehow, the room was plunged into darkness, just like a mouse ran back to its hole to take refuge when it met a cat. Grandma soon found the "savior"-flashlight and candle. Light the candle and turn on the flashlight. Let's go to bed after dinner. I finished my meal in a hurry and was about to go to bed when I suddenly saw my grandfather eating in a dark room with a rice bowl. How can he eat without the light of a candle? I think there was a power failure before. When I was eating, my grandfather held a flashlight. So, I walked into the room with a flashlight to illuminate my grandfather. Grandpa saw that I ordered it for him and happily pulled me over and said, "Hehe, you are sensible and considerate!" " "Say, touched my head.

Look, I'm rational. Because I have grown up.

The story of growing up 300 words 6 childhood is colorful, like candy, and the taste is unforgettable. I learned to skate, swim and cook ... but what impressed me most was learning to ride a bike.

A few years ago, my mother bought me a bike. I am as happy as honey. I urged, "Mom, can you let me ride my bike under the residential building?" Mother readily agreed.

When I went downstairs, I felt like a rabbit jumping and my palms were sweating. I asked my mother, "Mom, can you hold me in the back?" Mom agreed. I immediately got on my bike and walked around the community. Suddenly, I turned my head and looked at the back, only to find my mother waving at me from behind. I was startled and fell to the ground in an instant. I was angry and ran home in a huff.

After returning home, I regretted it. I don't think I should be angry, because my mother means well. She wants me to learn to ride a bike. After I realized my mistake, I said to my mother, "Mom, I shouldn't be angry. Can you forgive me? " Mother replied, "just correct your mistakes." Let's continue to ride a bike. " I nodded in agreement.

I went downstairs to practice again, and my heart kept beating, but I became more and more courageous when I thought that my mother was by my side. I rode more and more steadily and finally learned to ride a bike.

By learning to ride a bike, I understand that failure is the mother of success. I'm so happy!

Growing up, my parents always cared about me in every way, as if I were a child who would never grow up, until one day, I felt as if I had grown up.

One morning in the third grade, I came to school in high spirits. In the last class in the morning, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom with a test paper in his hand, and we all cried happily. Then, the teacher began to read the music. After reading it for a long time, I finally finished it. I am very excited. Yao Ziyi scored 70 points. Ah! I immediately sweated profusely and began to cry in frustration. The paper was sent out. As soon as I saw it, I deducted 20 points from my composition. After school at noon, I came home disheartened. I showed my mother the test paper, and my mother gave me a lecture. After a while, my mother said, "Do you want to make up your composition?" I said, "Yes." So, my mother signed me up for a composition class.

In the cram school, I listen to the teacher carefully. If I don't understand, I'll ask the teacher. Under the careful guidance of the teacher, I finished my first composition. The teacher asked me to take it home to show it to my mother. My mother looked at it and said, "It's well written and has made progress." After my mother's praise, my confidence has strengthened.

After training, my composition level has been greatly improved, and now I have published many compositions in 《 By studying composition, I understand a lot of writing methods and the truth of being a man. I feel like I'm growing up now

The story of growing up is 300 words. My name is * * *, and I am a Hakka. The word "kou" is pronounced in Hakka dialect, and the pronunciation of kǜ is "cute".

"Cute", you know, my mother wants me to be innocent and lovely forever.

I remember the first time I ate by myself, my face was covered with rice, but I soon got used to it and learned to use chopsticks. Before I learned to walk for the first time, my mother and father bent down to help me walk. Look, now I can walk, jump and run!

What impressed me the most was that when I was four and a half years old, I went to Shenzhen TV's "Rice without Show" program. At that time, my parents and I won the first prize. And I also made a 30-second advertisement for 20xx Spring Festival. Don't look at this short 30 seconds. I wasted the whole morning filming it. When I was filming the drama "Rice without Show", the director gave me seven pages. At first, my mother said that the manuscript was too long for me to recite, so she didn't force me to recite it, and the requirements were relaxed a little. I didn't pass the inspection in Hadron's brother's place, but Director Xiaoxue believes I can do it. I have no choice but to go home and recite the seven-page manuscript. The second time we walked into the TV station, because I was well prepared, I passed the test at once, and successfully participated in the program "Rice without Show" and made a program with my brother Hadron. I still feel proud when I think about it now. At the same time, I know from this incident that everything needs hard work to succeed.