A growing story

Growing Stories 15 Growing Stories 1

Life is a piece of white paper, and each of us paints his own color. Life is a cup of mellow wine, and each of us tastes his own taste. Life is a slow road, and each of us is a long traveler on the road. Opening the door of memory, that incident made me unforgettable.

That happened when I was eight years old. On Sunday, after I finished my homework, my mother said, "Take me to grandma's house to play." I immediately got up and put on my clothes and went with my mother. When I arrived at grandma's house, I saw grandpa picking pumpkins in a small clearing in the courtyard. Pumpkins were chubby, and Huang Chengcheng's was like a big lantern. Unconsciously, the afterglow of the sunset dyed the window lattice of grandma's house red. I said to grandpa, "Grandpa, how did you grow pumpkins? "Grandpa replied," As you sow, you reap, so you sow pumpkins and you reap pumpkins. "I especially like to eat sugar, I think, as you sow, you reap, so you get sugar by planting sugar. With a bold guess, I went to grandma's house to get sugar and tools for growing sugar, and planted sugar in the open space in the yard.

I opened the sugar bowl first, like a gentle white elf. I tasted it and it was sweet. I dug with a shovel first, and reluctantly poured the sugar as white as snow into the pit, then buried it, and then watered and fertilized the sugar with a kettle. Mom came out to take me home, and I thought, can this wish come true?

a few days later, my mother took me to my grandmother's house to play. I couldn't wait to see how the sugar grew, but it didn't germinate. I asked my grandfather why. Grandpa replied, "only plants can plant, blossom and bear fruit." "I suddenly realized that only plants can grow.

this is an event when I was growing up, which I will never forget. Childhood is like a happy river, and it is just a spray inside. Growing story 2

I have gradually become a junior high school student with a little ink in my stomach from a crying baby. Some bumps in my growth process are like pebbles on the road when I just learned to walk, such as small toys for three-year-old children. For example, when students encounter problems, it is inevitable that there will be several hurdles for me to share with you in 14 years of growth.

When I was 4 years old, I changed from a naughty Xiong Haizi to an elder sister who needed to take care of my younger brother. At first, I had no feeling about it. At that time, I thought that there was one more person to eat. Later, I thought that he was too annoying, and he was always in trouble, but then my mind changed. Since my parents were out that day, I was at home with that troublemaker, who was always crying and playing with me. I didn't start to make him laugh until I couldn't listen to it anymore. I pondered for a long time and didn't know what to do. Later, I made faces at him and showed him the doll. It took me a lot of effort to make him laugh. When the adults came back in the evening, my parents asked me how my day was. I replied that I was too tired. My mother touched my head and went to see the troublemaker. After that, it was gone for an hour. An hour later, I cried and remembered the troublemaker again, as if to say that I was hungry. Everyone was around his little bed, and I joined in. I heard an incredible sentence. The first sentence of the troublemaker turned out to be my sister. I have been a sister since then.

There were few people who were deeply impressed in the process of growing up, but the deepest thing was the transfer in the third grade of primary school. It was my first transfer, and it was the first time that I understood the feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land. My old and kind grandmother passed away last summer. Although I don't have many memories of growing up with her all my life, I also had some regrets. My growth at that time was led by my grandmother.

Growing experience, although I only have a short 14 years' experience, I believe my growing experience will be more and more abundant in the future. Growing up is like ink in a student's stomach, and it will be more and more. I am no longer the crying baby, nor the naughty three-year-old Xiong Haizi. I have grown into a junior high school student, a qualified sister and a sensible daughter. I believe my growth will be better in the future. My dream is constantly changing, just like when I was a child, I wanted to be a scientist, but when I grew up, I wanted to be a teacher, but my initial intention has not changed, that is, to contribute my own strength to the country and society. At this time, it reminds me of a sentence: Do not forget your initiative mind can always. Growing story 3

Li Bai, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, didn't like studying when he was a child. He often played truant and wandered the streets.

one day, whether Li Bai went to school or not, he wandered around the street and looked around, and unconsciously came to the river. The warm sunshine, cheerful birds, flowers and grass swaying with the wind made Li Bai sigh: "How boring it would be to stay at home all day in such good weather!" "

while walking, Li Bai saw a white-haired grandmother sitting on a big stone, and she was grinding an iron bar with all her heart. Li Bai went over curiously and asked, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to grind this iron bar into an embroidery needle." Grandma raised her head, smiled kindly at Li Bai, and lowered her head to continue grinding.

"embroidery needle?" Li Bai asked again, "Is it an embroidery needle for sewing clothes?"

"of course!"

"But, the iron bar is so thick, when can it be ground into a needle?"

grandma asked Li Bai, "A drop of water can wear a stone, and a foolish man can move mountains. Why can't iron bars be ground into needles?"

"But you are so old."

"As long as I work harder than others, there is nothing I can't do."

The grandmother's words made Li Bai feel ashamed, so after he went back, he never skipped school again, studied hard, and finally became a poet with a thousand years of history.

This story tells us that you need patience and perseverance to succeed.

The growth story of "Commander Niu"

When I was a teenager, I often played on the hillside with my companions. When I played, I often let the cows go by mistake. Either the cows were not full at the time, or they went to other people's fields to chew crops. How can we not only ensure that the cows are released well, but also let everyone have a good time? I discussed a way with you. He organized his companions into three classes: one class watched the cows and prevented them from eating the crops; One shift mows the grass; Class one went to pick wild fruits. Shift work every day, look after cows today, mow the grass tomorrow, and pick wild fruits the day after tomorrow. In this way, everyone has his own job.

Towards noon, everyone went back to their original meeting place. The children who watch the cows make the cows eat round and round; The children mowing the grass are full of a big basket; Children picking wild fruits bring back lots of delicious wild fruits from the mountains ... At this time, they bring grass and fruits and give them to everyone reasonably. Sometimes it's not enough, so he scores less. When there is surplus grass, he hangs it on the branch with a rope, and whoever can jump up and grab it belongs to him. Together, you can not only put the cows well, but also have a good time. Therefore, all your friends are willing to put the cows together and call him "Commander Niu". Stories in growth 4

There are too many stories in growth that we can't forget. Some of them make people laugh, while others make people understand many things from them and benefit them for life.

that day, I came home from playing football and felt very thirsty. I glanced at two oranges in the fruit basket. The big orange looks round and smooth, and you can tell at a glance that it must be sweet and delicious, while the small orange next to it is shriveled, which is a world of difference compared with the big orange.

I looked at the "bear-like" of the small orange, picked up the big orange without hesitation, peeled it carefully, and looked at the full pulp, which made me more sure: the big orange must be delicious. I can't wait to worship a petal and put it in my mouth. An unbearable sour taste gushed out with the juice. "Ah! Why is this orange so sour! " My teeth are almost sour, and I rushed to spit out the oranges in my mouth. I didn't expect such "bright and beautiful" oranges to taste so sour! It's really "beyond the golden jade, it's a shame"! I had to change my mind, grabbed the ugly little orange, peeled it casually, and put a petal in my mouth. To my surprise, the taste of the little orange that I left out was so sweet, and this ending had to change my view of the little orange. Although its appearance was really not good, it brought people a sweet and refreshing feeling, which really should be "all that glitters is not gold."

Although this is a short story when I was growing up, it gave me a great shock: oranges are still like this. What about people? We can't be a big orange, but a small orange that is ugly but sweet inside. This is the growing truth I got from this growing story. Growing story 5

Time has passed slowly, and there are many things in it, some of which are forgotten by us, and some of which are still fresh in my memory.

One Saturday morning, I went to New Oriental to study math. I just drank a cup of hot milk tea, and I was in a particularly good mood. I skipped to the classroom, found a good place to sit next to my good friend, and began to preview what I was going to say that day after handing in my homework. As soon as I opened the book, I found that I was very good at solving the formula puzzle that day. I couldn't help but be happy, so I proudly showed off to my good friend, "Look at how simple the content is today, I can do it all. Am I very good?" My good friend looked at my arrogant appearance and said, "I'll give you my debut question. If you answer it, you will be amazing. How about that?" I said smugly, "Good!" I have no idea that I have been taken in. He smiled, and then gave me a topic that I was not good at. My smile froze in an instant. Oops! I had to bite the bullet and do it. My head gradually broke out in a cold sweat, blushing like a red apple, and finally dragged it to class, using this as an excuse: "Class is over, I'll explain it to you after class!" " Then I'll run away after class in case he catches up again.

This incident has taught us not to be arrogant, but to be modest. Growing story 6

I am a sixth-grade pupil, and I have many vivid memories in my life. I used to be a carefree and happy little boy. But now I'm a "man" who can handle everything by himself and doesn't need help from others. There are many stories about growing up, so just pick one of them!

In a mid-term math exam, I was always at the top of the list, and I played very differently. The big bright red forks on the test paper made me unable to accept this result for a while. I'm not saying what will happen if I fail in the exam, but I'm afraid that my parents will "invite me to eat horse meat" and "Fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" is not very delicious! Alas ... I dare not think about it any more ...

After school, I trudged home. This is really getting harder and harder! When I got home, I picked up my schoolbag and hurried to my room. Seeing that I was in such a hurry, my father asked, "What's wrong today? What's the hurry?" "There is a lot of homework today, so you have to do it early!" Then I rushed into the room. I was doing it when my father came in and said, "Son, I'm going out for a while. "oh! I know. " I think my chance has come.

when dad went out, I wrote a note, in which I analyzed the reasons for my poor performance in the exam and promised that I would never do it again. I went into the room to sleep.

The next morning, I walked out of the room in fear and trembling. I saw many words on the note written on the desk. I went to have a look. It turns out that dad wrote a lot of things below. I read slowly, all of which were words of encouragement and education. When I saw "Son, home will always be your safe harbor, and parents will always be your confidants." When I said this, my tears finally flowed out irresistibly.

I have learned a lot since then, and I will tell my parents everything, so that my parents can share and share their worries with me. After the story is over, it reminds me of that incident, and I am still moved! Growing story 7

Growing up is like a river, sometimes it flows to a wide and open place, and it flows a thousand miles; Sometimes it flows to the state of bending and cramping, and there are joys, troubles and setbacks in the process of growing up. When you feel it with your heart, you will find yourself living in a soft world, and that touch of touch is often with you: moved by that sentence, moved by that smile, moved by that tear

When I was very young, my body was very weak and I was often sick. Once, I felt a little dizzy while doing my homework, and I was slightly aware that I had a fever, but in order not to let my mother worry about me, I continued to do my homework. By dinner time, my mother observed that my face was not so good and my body seemed to tremble slightly. So I quickly brought a thermometer to take my temperature and really had a high fever. My mother was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks and rushed me to the hospital. After the doctor's examination, there is nothing serious. Take some antipyretic and you will be fine.

When I got home, I lay in bed and rested. My mother brought me boiled water and put the antipyretic in my palm. Looking at the medicine in my hand, my hand holding the water cup began to tremble at the moment. My mother seemed to see that I didn't want to take medicine, so she said to me, "You should be brave, you should be strong, and remember one sentence: good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness. Encouraged by my mother, I put the medicine in my mouth and looked at my mother's tired face. The medicine in my mouth seemed sweet until it was sweet to my heart. A stream of heat was churning in the chest. I don't know how long it took, but a tear full of "love" fell from my eyes. Growing Stories 8

There are too many stories in life, and growing stories are also grasped.

We will all experience many things when we grow up. As our footprints move forward, most stories of our growth are abandoned by us. And those stories that remain in our minds must also be unforgettable stories when we grow up. There was such an unforgettable thing when I was growing up.

It was one night when my parents had not come back from a business trip. I left all the lights on in the room. Because this is the first time that I stay at home alone at night, I am very scared. I sat on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV in the living room and turned the volume as loud as possible. I pray in my heart that my parents will come back soon, so that I can go to sleep with peace of mind.

while I was waiting anxiously, the phone at home rang. As a result, I heard a familiar voice inside. It was my father's phone call. Dad said to me, "Obviously, there is a traffic jam on the road now, and your mother and I probably won't get home until morning ..." When I heard these words from my father, my heart suddenly gave a sound.

after hanging up the phone, I hesitated for a long time and finally stood up. Then turn off the TV in the living room, turn off the lights at home, and go to the room.

when I lie down.