Growing taste composition

In ordinary daily life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that they can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my collection of essays about the taste of growing up, hoping to help everyone.

The taste of growth composition 1 The taste of growth is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, and only you know it best.

Everyone's growth from baby to adult is colorful, but almost all of them can't be separated from mom's nagging.

In primary school, before going to school every day, my mother always told me repeatedly: "Be careful on the road, listen carefully in class and listen to the teacher ..."

Since I entered junior high school, I have been living far from my hometown. I can't hear my mother's "nagging" every morning anymore, and I'm a little unaccustomed. I suddenly realized the "sweetness" before and the "acid" now. Alas, the taste of leaving my mother is really uncomfortable!

But life is bitter and sweet! There is an idiom that goes well: "You get something for nothing". To this end, whether forced by the environment or because "people are in rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves", I unconsciously learned to take care of myself, learn to be careful, and learn to care about people and things around me. I used to be willful, but I have gradually learned to think of others and stop going my own way.

People will inevitably encounter setbacks and failures. I was almost discouraged when I failed in the exam again and again. Swallows have gone, and when they come back, the willows are withered, when they are green again, the peach blossoms are withered, and when they bloom again. But I fell. Is there time to get up again? "Where you fall, you get up." Believe that I can do it!

Some people love life, while others are tired of it. I think life should be savored.

Make it into a song, let's calm down and slowly appreciate this beautiful and "multi-flavored" song, I believe you will be deeply moved!

The taste of growing composition 2 is like a seasoning when it grows up, with ups and downs, but I like to enjoy that sweet taste best.

On a sunny morning, it is really enviable to watch my brothers and sisters skating on the skating rink.

I rolled my eyes and thought of an idea. I also want to learn to skate. I arrived at the skating rink and got ready to go. I held the pole step by step and slid forward. I thought it was easy, so I boldly let go. Step forward with one foot. In an instant, I fell down on my hind legs, and my heart was filled with anger like an angry orangutan. I have been complaining in my heart, "I don't believe I can't learn." I have neither method nor skill, stumbling like a headless fly. Just then, a savior came.

A big brother came up to me and said, "You can't do this, you should do this ... this ..." So the big brother patiently told me his experience and skills, and then I practiced according to the skills there. Although sometimes I kneel to the ground, everything pays off, and finally I learned. In my heart, I am extremely happy, as sweet as eating honey.

I walked on the skating rink, smelling the chicken dancing, spinning and spinning for a while, and my heart was full of sweetness. On the road of growth, the taste obtained through hard work is the sweet taste.

Facing a river, the years are so long that the young trees behind them have been swaying in a forest. No one will notice that there will be a figure listening to the cuckoo flow behind the willow forest. Looking back, the steps of growing up were deep and shallow, but they left me eternal happiness. ...

What is it like to grow up? This is not the only answer. In the process of growing up, I realized and tasted ... in the process of growing up, we constantly contacted new things.

When I was a child, I played in the harbor my parents loved and walked into the library. I was attracted by the article, from which I read the sadness of Lu You and the madness of Li Bai ... but I was still chanting and thinking, like waking up in the middle of the night to listen to the bells that came with the wind outside the window, and watching ten thousand kinds of water lilies when the crescent moon rose. Is this pleasure of reading described in this sentence? ..... Gradually I grow up, and happiness is more like getting together. Dance wildly at the birthday party, and the bonfire in the field summer camp leaves endless happiness!

Although I am inexperienced, I have my own happiness. Out of the door, throw the crowded market and the noise behind it to the outside of the cloud nine. Get out of the noise and look at the scenery outside the book. There is light rain in spring, heavy snow in winter, and memories in the wind and rain, such as shell carving. I didn't know until I got out of campus that this was the joy of my growth.

Some people may ask, are you all happy when you grow up? Any trouble, any failure? Sure, but ...

In my opinion, failure and frustration are like a green olive. Taste sour at first, sweet at second taste. People often say that vicissitudes of life are a kind of beauty, and you can only experience real life if you have experienced vicissitudes of life. Are these setbacks and failures scars and wrinkles left by people's struggle in life? I remember a philosopher said: "People will make some mistakes when they are alive, and making mistakes is learning.

Growing up composition 4 The taste of growing up is a kind of delicious food, including sweet, sour, spicy and salty, with different tastes, but growing up can combine them.

The paper fell in my hand like snowflakes. Other people's mistakes are questions, and my mistakes are words. No matter what theme, "heart is not right" has become synonymous with me. Every time I come here, my heart is always sour

From morning till night, I am very nervous every day. After school, my back is full of knowledge and my shoulders are overwhelmed. At this time, the warmest thing should be that your father welcomes you with open hands and carries your schoolbag, like a cup of warm water that warms your heart.

Nothing is more painful for students than a mountain of homework. Before school ended on Friday, we were still discussing how to spend the weekend, but the smile on the homework assigned by the teacher gradually solidified, which really made matters worse.

In the history class, the teacher's lecture on the podium was fascinating, and the students listened with relish, while I was sleepy. "Why don't you tell me what the teacher said?" I had no choice but to stand up and feel my face burning.

In the summer of September, when the scorching sun was shining, we wore white clothes and black trousers, trained under the care of the scorching sun, lined up in a square array, kept a uniform pace, and made deafening slogans, all of which we got with a lot of sweat. Sweat on my face entered my mouth, salty and astringent.

The taste of growth is sour, he is sad, the taste of growth is spicy, it is a kind of spicy that stings the soul, the taste of growth is bitter, he has unspeakable bitterness, but we are still growing, and we can't refuse to grow.

The taste of growing up is mixed. We are all passers-by in life, only for the last sweetness and temporary pain. Perhaps, as the saying goes, success tomorrow and diligence today will make you grateful!

What is it like to grow up? Is it sweet, as sweet as cotton candy? Is it bitter, as bitter as old angelica? Is it sour, like a green apple? Is it spicy, as spicy as a little green pepper?

That time, I climbed out of bed early and walked out of the door, but my parents had been away for a long time day and night. When I walked into the living room, I saw four bean paste buns and a bottle of nourishing and soothing milk on the table, only then did I know how much my mother loved me. After breakfast, I set foot on the road to school, and my heart was sweet all the way, sweeter than the bean paste bag I ate in the morning.

After school that day, I unfortunately sprained my foot. When my father heard about it, he immediately put down his work and took me to the hospital. Lying in my father's arms all the way, I felt warm in my heart and suppressed my inner suffering. I really want to say to my father: thank you, dad!

After I was hospitalized, my leg was in plaster and I didn't land for seven or eight days. My uncles and aunts often came to see me when I was in hospital, especially my aunts. That day, she gave me a box of oranges and a box of milk. I said, thank you, aunt! Aunt smiled at me and gave me one to eat. Wow, so sour! I am naturally active. I don't get out of bed for seven or eight days, and my heart is sour. Looking at aunt's smiling face, my nose is more sour.

After my feet were repaired, my father took me to the window of the world to play. I played a thrilling roller coaster, a haunted house with many setbacks and a water roller coaster. My heart is spicy, which is spicy because of adventure and makes me unforgettable.

This is my way of growing up, full of fun, warm and sweet, and full of five flavors. There is still a long way to go, and only by persisting can we gain more.

Teacher's comment: The little author feels the beauty of growing up with his heart, so in his pen, an ordinary breakfast is full of warmth, and even if he is injured, he can feel the sweetness. The words are simple and the true feelings are revealed.

The taste of growth composition 6 Our growth has ups and downs, and mine is beyond your imagination.

ferment

Once, my parents went out and I was the only one left at home. I felt very thirsty, so I looked for water to drink at home, but I couldn't find it, only a bottle of black water. I thought it was coke, so I gulped it down. Suddenly, I spit it all out and shouted, "I'm so sour!" " This is not water, this bottle is vinegar! My teeth are getting sore! "

sweet

One day, I got a hundred points in the exam and my heart was sweet. I showed it to my mother. My mother was very happy. She took me to the park to play. I couldn't be happier.

difficult

One day, my little brother and I were watching TV at home. My little brother jumped up and down on the sofa and stopped me from watching TV. I said to him, "Stop jumping around, or the TV will be turned off." My little brother burst into tears and said I hit him. So, I was "repaired" by my mother. It's really hard to say

fragrant

One day, I was doing my homework at home. My mother says I can't read other books, but I read comic books and so on. I watched it for a while, and suddenly, I found a pair of murderous eyes staring at me. I looked back, ah! It's mom. My face became irritable at once. I turned my head and continued to do my homework.

This is my "four flavors" childhood.

Teacher's comment: Practice fluent language and personalized language description to make the characters "stand" on the paper. Keep trying!

I am in the sixth grade of primary school, and I was full of confidence when I first started school. In the sixth grade, I felt that I could get the first place in every exam.

Time passed quickly and the first exam began. I looked at the topic and found it very simple. I finished it in a short time. When I tried to curl my hair, I saw, "Ah, I only got the third place in this total score." Seeing this ranking, I was disheartened. Although I entered the top three, I think I can get full marks. Since then, my self-confidence has been shattered.

In the mid-term exam, my grades dropped sharply. I only got 75 points in math this time, so I decided to work hard!

When I got home, I bought two sets of papers to do at home. My mother saw me and said, "Son, when you grow up, you will know that you have learned." Not bad. "After listening to my mother's praise, I secretly vowed that I must do well in the exam this time and I can't let my mother down again.

In the evening, I picked up the test paper and checked it again. I found that I still wrote a lot of wrong questions and only got more than 80 points. It seems that it is still far from the first goal in the class! I read the wrong question and began to analyze the reasons. But my head keeps sinking. I patted my head and said to myself, "I can't sleep, you are still far from the first place!" " "Although I have warned myself, my head is still sinking. My mother saw me and made me a cup of coffee.

I took a sip of coffee and found that the taste of growing up is-bitter with sweet!

The taste of growing up Composition 8 Sunset rolls up sand and thoughts. ...

Grandma's old house has been demolished, leaving only a big piece of broken bricks and loose sand. The locust tree in the yard also fell down.

When I was a child, every year when Sophora japonica was in full bloom, I would always happily gather around the coffee table with my friends and compete to eat Sophora japonica cake. The air is filled with the quiet and sweet fragrance of Sophora japonica.

I still remember one time I buried a cherry pit in a crack in the brick, hoping it would grow up happily. ...

At the age of four or five. When I looked up, I saw my grandmother looking at me kindly. I jumped up and suddenly wanted to be taller than my grandmother, but I was only as tall as the shortest button on her dress. "Grandma, how can I be as tall as a small tree?" "You have to eat more! Even more! "

Oh, I want to eat more, I want to dance more! I took grandma's hand and jumped up happily. Jumping higher and higher, first I saw the button in the middle of grandma's clothes, then I saw grandma's shoulders, and finally I saw grandma's head.

"The girl can grow up!" Grandma looked at my face and was very happy. Stretching wrinkles happily, laughing and bending eyebrows. ...

I went out to buy food with my mother when I was in primary school. I grabbed the big wax gourd with my mother's arm and panted upstairs. "Take a break, son!" Don't be exhausted! "Mother shouted at the back. I grit my teeth and went to the sixth floor. Opening the door, my father had a surprised expression on his face. When I turned around, my mother's face was full of happiness and pride. My heart is as sweet as a peach ...

As I grew up, I suddenly felt a sour and bitter taste. Is this growth?

"Yes," my mother told me. This is growth. Only by working hard in the heyday of youth can we reap a joy.

"Yes," my father told me. This is growth. Without the barrier of rocks, where can there be spray splashing?

So this is the taste of growing up, bitter with sweet, full of flavor.

Growth composition 9 The taste of growth is something that everyone must experience, but the taste of growth is different for everyone, which can be sour, sweet or bitter.

The taste of growth can be sour. I did badly in this midterm. Looking at the big, red and dazzling 80 points on the test paper, my face burned. However, when my classmates asked me how many points I got in the exam, I forced a smile and told her that I was definitely worse than you. You do it so well every time, but who knows that a tear falls with the stiff smile in my heart. Who knows the sadness in my heart? Even though time will gradually heal, that deep weakness is still imprinted in my heart and will never be forgotten.

Lemon tea is sweet in acid and sweet in acid, which seems to be like success and failure in growth. Whether it is success or failure, the process is always difficult. In fact, I think success and failure are the same, and they are all sweet in the end. That's great. I think sweets is helping her mother, and her mother praises me. I remember my sister crying one night because she was noisy. My mother couldn't ask me to help her wash clothes because she was crying so hard. I thought it was funny at the time. I thought my mother was playing with water every day, and I was very excited. It was not until I finished washing that my mother smiled happily and said to me, "It's very kind of Dabao to help her share the housework." At this time, my heart is sweeter than eating honey. The next morning, I turned over and hurt badly all over. Later, I learned that housework is hard.

I realize that the taste of growing up is wonderful, with bitterness and sweetness ... It gave us a lot of happiness, sadness and pain in our childhood, and every time it made us understand a profound truth.

Growing up composition 10 The taste of growing up is varied and colorful. Just like a small seedling growing into a big tree, there is sunshine, rain and dew, wind and rain, joy and sweetness, confusion and pain. 1 1 years old, grew up, and a doll fought with its neighbors. Now I have shown disdain for everything.

When I was a child, I ran around like a crazy girl. When hide-and-seek is caught by others, there will always be a burst of laughter like a silver bell. That smile is from the heart.

1 1 year-old, I will never weave beautiful dreams again. Because all dreams, all good memories, are overwhelmed by boulder-like homework and scores.

On weekends, my world was replaced by make-up classes and a lot of homework. Those homework attracted me like a big net. I really want to resist, but I can't resist, because I know that today's efforts bring a bright future, and darkness brings light, and the future is just around the corner.

The final exam is over, and I got the fourth place in my grade, which is far from my previous grades. I am as happy as a farmer with a bumper harvest, and my parents relaxed their locked old brows and showed a gratified smile.

I am as happy as a climber, because I climbed to the top of the mountain through hard work and gained endless beautiful scenery. Maybe you will complain on the way, maybe you want to give up, but in the end you will feel that everything is worth it.

I am about to enter the age of twelve. I will not complain or resist, but study hard. I won't skip class to play, and I won't tear books because I can't think of a topic.

Now my life is full of learning, and I am very happy at this time. I know the truth that "a millet is planted in spring and 10,000 seeds are harvested in autumn".

In the future, I will face life with confidence, experience life happily and meet life with expectation. Perhaps, as I get older, I will understand more and mature more. ...

The taste of growing up composition 1 1 Everyone has tried to grow up, including me. Teenagers' hearts are pure, and there are some things that make me sad sometimes, sad sometimes, happy sometimes, and sad sometimes. One thing that makes my parents and I laugh and cry is that I drew a beautiful "painting" with my ass.

I remember that I was only 4 years old and a naughty child. Play whatever you like, and don't know what it means to cherish time. One day, my amiable father bought two lively and lovely puppies, and I jumped three feet tall with joy. Because I have two more toys.

The puppy was in a hurry. "Woof! Woof! " The earth cries loudly all over the world. Dad is going to shit on the roof with them. I also clamored for my father to take me, and my father agreed without hesitation. I ran to the rooftop happily, only to find that the rooftop was empty, clean and tidy, and there was no garbage. It is a happy playground. I was running on the roof, but something seemed to follow me behind me. I quickly looked back and saw that it was the puppy following me. I thought it was racing with me and ran ten laps. Dad just came to his senses and saw me being chased by the puppy, so he quickly picked me up. Later, when it was calm and the puppy stopped chasing, my father put me on the ground. Dad told me never to run in front of the puppy. I was almost frightened by this scene. After that, the dog pooped and dad was smoking, and he didn't notice. I'm standing next to shit. Suddenly, I was hit by a puppy, and my ass was covered with shit. I quickly told my father about the dog's shit, and my father said inexplicably, "No matter where you are, children can't lie." "I pointed my finger at my ass and said," I have! "Dad in distress situation, completely don't understand my mood.

Haha, my pants have been painted by myself.

How many times have we experienced from crying as a child to growing up and being sensible now? Frustrations, but it is precisely because of these setbacks that we grow. If we want to really grow physically and mentally, then please take good care of our parents first, then take good care of our studies and learn more skills. Live up to the expectations of teachers, parents and relatives. Then I'll talk about my growing process!

I have been very sensible since I was a child. I remember when I was five years old, my mother was still sewing an umbrella. Once she went out, I helped her build some long-handled umbrellas myself. You know, it's really difficult for a five-year-old to set them up. But I persisted. I still remember when my mother came back, her happy face would make me happy for a while. At that time, I thought it was sweet to grow up.

Gradually I >: I have grown up, and now I am in grade five. I look back on my experience in these five years. When I suffered so much from practicing any skills, I thought the taste of growing up was bitter, but when I won back my honor, I cried. This cry doesn't mean anything, only the relief behind my bitterness. That kind of crying is a happy vent and a little sweetness in the growing troubles.

Growing up doesn't mean anything, it only means that we are grown up, mature and sensible. When you grow up, you should be more responsible, know how to shoulder the burden of your elders and teachers, be responsible for yourself, be responsible for others, and not let others worry. Some people may think that this process is really too bitter, but what I want to say is: how can it be sweet without suffering? Only those who have experienced hardships can truly get sweetness in the end!

The taste of growing up composition 13 In this beautiful world, there are many things that I remember vividly. They are like stars in the sky, countless, and the brightest one is the star about honesty.

In a physical education class class, I saw a male classmate bullying a girl with an iron cup full of water. I immediately stepped forward to stop him. That male classmate seems to have made enemies with me, too After a while, when I was playing games with my friends, the "madman" suddenly rushed over and bumped me into the wall, ready to hit me with a glass of water. At this moment, my good friend stepped forward to help me. I was very angry and gave him a good beating.

After class, he ran to a crowded place and said that I stole his keys and cups, but those students also saw it. If they didn't believe it, they scolded him. The next day, he walked carefully to my seat, lowered his head and muttered, "I'm sorry for hitting you yesterday and framing you." "If you want to apologize, don't look for me, find Wang Haoran. He was beaten to tears yesterday, and now he ... "Before I finished, Wang Haoran smiled and said gently," Nothing, I forgot. However, I have to tell you that you are lying. The most important thing between people is honesty. Lying will be punished. Just like you, you not only failed, but also recited a lot of' names', so no one will make friends with you. " Hearing this, I clapped my hands. How nice that is, isn't it?

One thing makes people understand the truth, an apology makes others know themselves clearly, and let us greet a happy tomorrow with integrity. At that moment, I felt that I had grown up.

The taste of growth composition 14 increases with age, and the growing troubles are also increasing.

The exam is what worries me most. I have been doing badly in my class, and I have done badly in every exam. Especially the Chinese exam. Every time I have a Chinese exam, I always tremble with nervousness. The more nervous I am, the worse my exam results will be.

Doing homework is my second worry. Doing homework is what we primary school students have to do every day. Others are not afraid to do their homework, so am I. With the growth of age, the knowledge in textbooks becomes more and more difficult. Sometimes when the teacher assigns homework, the topics in the exercise book are too difficult to do and can only be left blank. If we don't do well, the teacher will call us to the office, and there will inevitably be a criticism, and sometimes parents will be called, then I will be uneasy. I'm afraid my mother will scold me.

Failure is my third worry. Whenever my exam results are not satisfactory, I am afraid that my mother will be unhappy and sometimes I am afraid to go home. But where can I go without going home? But after returning to China, a "bamboo shoot barbecue" is inevitable. The anxious expression of the school teacher makes me fidget; When I got home, my mother's harsh criticism made my tired mood restless.

I often stare blankly at the house. At this time, I really want to shout "It's really tiring to go to school." Alas, in the fifth grade, I tasted the taste of being defeated by learning. In the fifth grade, I grew up unconsciously and gradually woke up from the dream of youth and ignorance. I tasted the pain and had my own troubles. On the long road of life, I may bear more pressure and add more troubles, but this is the taste of growth.

The taste of growing up composition 15 Time passes by, and before you know it, growth comes quietly. With our growth, it is the ups and downs of growth.

The sweetness of growth is nothing more than being praised and appreciated by teachers and parents. Hard work during the exam and careful summary after the exam are enough to send you to the arrangement of top students. Looking at the teacher's positive eyes, I am very happy; I am extremely proud to see my parents' admiring eyes; I am extremely happy to be recognized by my classmates. No pains are too sweet to come, as the so-called "the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold".

The bitterness of growing up is indispensable to life. As the saying goes, you can only be a master if you have suffered. Only after experiencing the bitter taste can we know that the beauty of life is hard to come by. Suffering is a broken bridge on the road to growth. If you want to cross it, you must make unremitting efforts. Maybe we will fall into the water, but this is not the only way to succeed. We can swim across the water and reach the other side. In any case, there are thousands of roads to success, but none of them are achieved for nothing.

Bitterness and sweetness in growing up are a pair of close partners. Bitter before sweet has become the secret of life. However, if we really realize the meaning of suffering, then suffering is sweet, suffering is beautiful and suffering is fun, so from now on, let's seriously taste and experience all kinds of life.

Time goes by, birds are twittering in the branches, and the years are in a hurry. The ups and downs that let us grow together.