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Grow up story composition

No matter in study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is the story composition of my growth for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Growth story composition 1 I grew up like a movie. Sometimes wonderful, sometimes sad, sometimes insipid. Whether you live well depends on where you are. There is a wonderful and beautiful place, and that is my home.

My father often says to me, "Home is beautiful." Until one morning, grandpa called to say that the bodhi old zu had passed away. I am sad. In the past, my father and I often went back to our hometown to visit him. I'll be sad when bodhi old zu dies today. We rushed to Sheep Street. I saw many people crying in front of the bodhi old zu, and then I knew that the peace in my family was beautiful. If only no one died and no one was injured!

The death of the bodhi old zu brought me a period of sadness. Later, my life returned to peace.

Dad told me: "Our elders and relatives will leave us one day, but they are still paying attention to us. People will die one day, and every second someone will be born and someone will die. This is the cycle of life. " The bodhi old zu raised grandpa, grandpa raised dad, and dad raised me. In the future, I will also raise my own children and build our home better from generation to generation.

Now, I am in my home, growing up happily.

One night, I was alone in my room and didn't dare to turn off the lights. Suddenly, the room was dark and I got into the quilt at a loss.

Knock, knock, knock. I don't know where the sound came from.

I'm too scared to get out of the atmosphere. This horrible voice reminds me of monsters in horror movies, and I immediately shudder. I buried my head tightly under the covers. After a while, I slowly put my head out. God, I was horrified to find a pile of hills on the other bed. I almost let out a cry! .

I plunged into the quilt and thought, what is that? Why is it in my room? Just when I couldn't help it, I felt as if something had been touched by me, which immediately made me lose my curiosity to know what it was.

Suddenly, the light came on. I got up and looked around. My eyes rested on the mountains of dirty clothes. I suddenly understood what the monster I saw was. It turns out that I just scared myself! The banging sound is that my toy fell to the ground. This is a false alarm.

From this time on, I have never been afraid again. This growing experience makes me vivid and unforgettable as yesterday.

My mother always said that I was a little girl who didn't grow up and everything was for me. I haven't even washed a pair of socks.

Once, on Sunday morning, I woke up and found no one at home. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then I found breakfast in the kitchen. Oh, dear! Mom and dad were so careless that they didn't even prepare a breakfast. What should I eat?

I will learn from my mother's cooking and cook it myself. I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, washed them under the tap, put them in a small pot, filled them with clean water, put them on the gas stove, and then lit the gas. Watching the blue flame dance around the pot, it didn't take long for the pot to make a glug sound. I'll let it boil for a while, and when the eggs are cooked, I'll turn off the gas. But when I opened the lid, a hot air came out of it. I feel too hot. How to eat? I had a brainwave, put the pot under the tap, washed it with cold water, dropped a lot of water, and finally washed the eggs clean.

My hometown is at Hengshan Wharf in Xianxiang, which is the first offshore point in Yinzhou. From small to large, I am like a happy little fish, growing freely in its arms.

In the early morning, when the sun rises from the sea, the whole sea is covered with golden light, and the blue water ripples, just like the sun dancing gracefully! The sun not only awakens the sleeping sea, but also awakens the hardworking fishermen. In an instant, white sails appeared on the sea, and hardworking fishermen spread their nets, waiting for the joy of harvest.

In the evening, the most beautiful thing is the other side of the sea. The Xiangshan Port Bridge, which stands in the sky, is surrounded by street lamps that have just been turned on, reflecting the fading sunset. This bridge, like a golden dragon lying on the sea, is particularly eye-catching. The waves beat on the pier and splashed, which was very beautiful. A few flaming clouds in the sky are reflected on the blue sea, just like flowers in the sea. There will be a "da da" motor sound from time to time on the dock. I know this is the sound of fishermen returning, and it is also the sound of people saying "good night" to the sea.

Later, I left Xianxiang to go to school in the city. The sea in Xianxiang has a special name, called childhood. In my memory, my grandmother often took my little hand to the seaside to watch the sunrise, play at the seaside and pick up all kinds of shells ... My grandmother often told me that my hometown lives in the sea, lives with the sea and has a special liking for the sea. They have many excellent qualities like the sea: diligence, enthusiasm and boldness. ...

Growing up story composition 5 Unconsciously, I grew up. Open the file of my growth, which records the joy of my success and the hardships of struggling with difficulties ... there is a teaching that I still remember.

When I was six years old, I had a "flying competition" with my friends. After returning home, I spent several weeks folding a very beautiful plane. I believe it will fly far, surpass other planes and get the first place. I can't help but think of my prestige when I won, and I am extremely proud. My friends cast envious eyes on me and learned from me to fold planes. I can laugh at other contestants and let them know that I am great. ...

"Hey, let's go, the game is over!" I don't know when my friends have stood in front of me. I took a look at their plane, hum! It's too ugly to fly far! We came to the battlefield and rushed forward with all our strength. I don't know, I'm surprised my plane can't fly out! And all the other planes flew one meter away! Obviously, I came last in this competition.

Through this incident, I understand a truth: articles with beautiful appearance are not necessarily practical. We should be like human beings. Beauty in appearance is not important, but beauty in heart is the most important!

Growth Story Composition 6 In the process of my growth, I experienced bit by bit. Today, I will talk about it!

A few days ago, my parents and I went to Zhuhai in Yixing. We took the cable car up the hill, and the foot was green. How beautiful! After reaching the top of the mountain, we got off the cable car and saw a three-story tower. My father and I went up to the second floor of the tower and saw mountains and rivers. We just walk around and get off. Because the tower is very high, I also have acrophobia, so I urged my father to come down quickly. We walked down the hill. At first, there was a long road, full of big stones, which was very difficult to walk. Fortunately, my father used to take mountain roads when he was a child. If you are tired, find a bamboo to lean against, and if there is a stone, sit on it and rest. It took us an hour and a half to stop and go, and finally we were halfway there. The remaining half is a boardwalk, which is much easier to walk and soon walks out of the mountain. My mother and I played on the swing for a long time!

After we went down the mountain, we had lunch, and they took me to play "Water Walk the Ball". I want to roll to the other side, but no matter how I roll, I can't. And as the ball rolled faster and faster, I couldn't keep up. I fell to the ground directly, but the ball couldn't stop. I am not good at rolling back and forth, so I have to keep calling for help.

After a while, we returned to the hotel. Although I am very tired, I am very happy. More importantly, I realized what it means to be bitter first and then sweet, and what it means to persist. If you give up taking the cable car after a short walk, can you still feel the feeling of bitterness before sweetness? Can I still have the joy of success?

Growth Story Composition 7 During our growth, we experienced many interesting things: writing for the first time and cooking for the first time. ...................................................................................................................................................

At that time, there was a pot of iris at home. I often stand on a small bench for a long time, but gradually I find that this flower has one fly in the ointment-it has no fragrance. I often feel sorry for this, if only my flowers could have fragrance! I had a brainwave and suddenly had an idea in my heart.

One day, while my parents were away, I went to my mother's dresser, chose the best perfume from three bottles, and then moved a chair to prepare for action. I stood on the chair and unscrewed the bottle cap. I poured some perfume on the petals and flower roots, hoping that the fragrance would spread directly from the flower branches to the stamens. After a while, the room was filled with fragrance.

In the afternoon, my mother came home and smelled the fragrance of the room. She asked me what happened, and I told my mother about my "creation". Hearing this, mother sighed in distress situation: "Alas, you little villain! If you do this, the flower will die! " I take my mother's words with a grain of salt. Sure enough, the next morning, the iris began to turn yellow. A few days later, the flowers withered. Seeing the iris wither, I feel very sad and really regret my stupid behavior.

There are too many stories about growing up. They are like a string of wind chimes. When the wind blows, it will make a tinkling sound, which will accompany me to grow up forever.

Growing-up Story Composition 8 During my growing up, there were many interesting stories. Today, let me share with you!

What impressed me most was a story when I was five years old.

I remember that night, my mother told me to sleep alone, and I couldn't help thinking: Hey! I used to sleep with my parents, but now I am allowed to sleep alone. I haven't got used to it yet! At night, I was tossing and turning in bed. I started counting the lambs "one, two, three, four, five …", but I didn't fall asleep for a long time. I showed two small eyes, and it was dark outside. That's terrible! I immediately buried my head in the quilt, and even dared not go out of the atmosphere. I show my nose from time to time, take a breath of fresh air, and then quickly retract my head into the quilt. At night, in the dead of night, I dare not move. A gust of wind blew in from the window and made my unstable little chair creak, which immediately made my hair stand on end. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my back and couldn't help thinking: What a long night! What time does it dawn? I kept muttering: when will it dawn, when will it dawn ... I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, my mother came into my room and said to me, "You are amazing, you can sleep alone!" " "I smiled happily, but only I know how I spent last night!

I think this is the most interesting story when I was growing up. I believe you also have your own growth story!

Growing-up Story Composition 9 During my growing up, there were many wonderful stories, but what impressed me most was the ancient poetry contest.

It is a sunny afternoon and the students are performing in the lecture hall. We will play soon.

We lined up neatly on the stage. After a while, the music started and we read aloud. I saw thousands of pairs of eyes looking at us. I watched the teachers grade our papers, and my heart pounded involuntarily, but I recited the ancient poems completely. The performance was over and we walked off the stage.

All the programs are over and the results are announced. I saw the director go up and say loudly, "Grade Three is the first ..." We were all sweating, "Class Two, Grade Three!" Our class cheered at once.

Everyone hugged each other, jumped around happily, and their eyes sparkled. "We are the first!" "

That thing is still in my mind, and I will never forget it.

What is growth story composition 10? Is it milk with sugar? Or eggs and coffee? I've been thinking about this problem seriously. Until one day, this problem will be figured out by me.

I remember when I was five years old, my mother and father discussed taking me to learn piano. It is said that she has signed up. The teacher is the best teacher in Shanghai Conservatory of Music. Her surname is Yao, so everyone calls her Miss Yao. When I heard that I wanted to learn the piano, I was very happy and didn't want to learn it. Happily, I can learn a new skill again; I am worried that it is difficult to shoot, I can't learn well, and I have to be criticized by the teacher. Mother said, "What are you afraid of? You can't do anything no matter how hard you try. " . As soon as I heard this, I couldn't help putting on my shoes and taking a bus to Tianle Musical Instrument Store. I burst into tears as soon as I entered the classroom. My father advised me not to cry. I cried for 40 minutes. It turns out that I didn't have a 35-minute class when I cried. So Mr Yao had to take this course again. At this moment, I stopped crying, so Mr Yao turned on the piano and pressed a note. I thought it was funny, so I sighed. Finally, I learned every note on the piano. How time flies! Time is up, class is over. Teacher Yao also rewarded me with three big apples!

Now, I am already a "small piano" who has passed the Grade 8 piano test, and I have learned from the small story.

Growth story composition 1 1 I am a timid girl. I am afraid of bugs, the night and being alone at home. But this summer vacation, a swimming experience made me brave.

As soon as I had a holiday, my grandmother signed me up for swimming classes. That day, I came to the swimming pool reluctantly. The coach taught us to breathe and float in the water. I'm too scared to go into the water. The coach glared at me. There is nothing I can do, so I have to get up the courage to go into the water. As soon as my head was buried in the water, I choked on a mouthful of water and cried with sadness. I don't want to learn any more, but I think: swimming is good, too. So I continued to learn from the coach. The coach taught us to practice breaststroke with one stroke, two turns, three kicks and four clips. But my hands and feet can't work together. I took a few sips of water and felt very sad, so I climbed ashore and cried.

The coach also ignored me. When I cried enough, she came over and said, "Many children, like you, cry the first time they swim. Mainly afraid of water, if you face it bravely, swimming will become easy. " After listening to the coach's words, I dried my tears and went into the water again. I practiced repeatedly, thinking about the movements taught by the coach. After practice, I finally mastered the essentials of hand-foot coordination, and I was very excited.

This swimming made me understand that when facing challenges, the biggest enemy is my own timidity. As long as you overcome it, you are not afraid of difficulties.

Some people say that growth is like a beautiful rose. Although it is bright and dazzling, it also has the pain of being stung by roses. Some people say that growth is like a cup of coffee, and you can only enjoy the sweet taste after suffering. Today, let me tell my growth story.

I remember one time, Teacher Zhang just came to our class. It was the third grade. That day, it happened to be the beginning of school. I'm full of energy and I'm doing very well. She left a deep impression on me, and I felt kindness in her eyes. Afterwards, she often praised me, and I gradually became proud. My handwriting is very fast. I didn't study hard. After seeing me, the teacher seriously criticized me, and I felt very ashamed. I silently said to myself: I must study hard and gain the trust of teachers. I made up my mind to study hard, write every word well, speak actively in class, and get the best results in the exam. After seeing me, the teacher praised me in class. What a good teacher! Regardless of my backwardness and progress, teachers can see it in their eyes and keep it in mind, guiding and educating us all the time, so that we can become useful talents in society when we grow up.

The story of growing up can't be finished, and neither can the Tao. Let's grow through these stories!

Growing up story composition 13 in the process of growing up bit by bit, I have had all kinds of ups and downs, and one thing is still fresh in my memory.

One sunny morning, I was watching TV at home when someone knocked at the door. I opened the door and saw that it was my good friend Zhang Xingyi. I saw a rope in her hand. I asked doubtfully, "What is this rope for?" "I used to jump rope, can't I jump?" I nodded gently and said, "I can't jump rope." "Then I'll teach you!" Zhang Xingyi replied, took my hand and came to the clearing. I picked up the rope and jumped, almost falling down. Zhang Xingyi picked up the rope and showed it to me. The rope is like a colorful ribbon in her hand, but it is like a heavy steel wire in mine. When I was skipping rope, either my foot tripped on the rope or my foot jumped up, but the rope was not thrown. But I'm not discouraged. I started practicing every day. You can only dance slowly once or twice at first, and you can dance more than 100 times a week later. Some people say that there are only two kinds of animals that can reach the top of the pyramid, one is an eagle and the other is a snail. Although I don't have the powerful wings of an eagle, I have the persistent spirit of a snail and the belief of never giving up.

From the beginning of learning to jump rope, I understand a truth: as long as I persist, I will succeed. Shakespeare said

A famous saying: the failure of millions of people lies in their incompleteness, and they often stop doing things when they are about to succeed.

I like this famous saying very much, so I must persevere.

Growth story composition 14 childhood seems to be a blink of an eye, like a stream flowing gently, never to return, but it brings me many memories. Want to hear my story? Today I will tell my story of growing up!

One morning, "get up! Get up! My little slacker. " My mother's voice woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, but my sight was still a little blurred. My mother suddenly said to me, "Let's go to the dentist today and look at your loose teeth." I got into bed in fear, and my mother said, "No, I'll go with you." Then I immediately jumped up, washed, had breakfast and set off with my mother.

As soon as I entered the gate, I thought: Will tooth extraction hurt? Will it bleed a lot? Thinking about it, I came to the dentist's office. I heard my mother say to the doctor, "Thank you for waiting." The doctor smiled and said, "Never mind, let me have a look at his teeth."

I lay on the chair in fear and trembling. After examination, the doctor said, "This tooth can be pulled out." At this time, my heart hung up again. Then the doctor took out a can, a cotton swab and a pair of pliers. I was scared to death. The doctor said, "It can relieve your pain." With a grain of salt, I closed my eyes, clenched my fists and accepted the coming fear. The doctor put it on my teeth and I felt my mouth numb. Then the doctor pulled out my tooth with pliers and said, "It's okay." It feels like it really doesn't hurt.

This incident taught me a truth. Courage can overcome fear, and I can become braver.

Growth story composition 15 I remember that there are many beautiful stars in the sky, and those stars represent beautiful growth stories. Let me tell you the most beautiful stars!

On a hot summer day, my mother signed me up for a swimming class. One is to enhance physical fitness and the other is to cool down. The first time we learned to swim, the coach taught us to take a deep breath, then grabbed the shore, put our heads in and let our bodies float. I tried several times, but I couldn't hold my breath for long. I always come up as soon as I go. The coach looked at me and said softly, "why don't you practice?" What's wrong with you? " I replied, "I'm not uncomfortable, but I dare not bury my head in the water for a long time." Hearing this, the coach smiled and said, "You just came. It doesn't matter. Practice slowly. They used to be like you. Just study for a few days. " After listening to the coach, I got up the courage to practice hard. Since then, I have been practicing hard every time I go. Now I can not only hold my breath for a long time, but also learn to swim! At first, I swam the distance of 10 meter, and then I swam the distance slowly. ...

Through this incident, I found myself growing up, which also made me understand a truth: "As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can also be ground into a needle."