Composition of first-year growth

Everyone is familiar with writing in real life or in work and study. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my collection of 10 first-year growth compositions. Welcome to share.

I grew up from a small seed. In a dark soil, I feel the moisture of rain and dew and enjoy the warmth of the sun.

One day, two days, three days ... waiting. ........

On that day, I opened my eyes and saw not the darkness in the soil, but the light of nature: birds singing in the branches; The grass shakes in the wind; People sing while walking; White clouds are floating in the sky ... "It's so beautiful, I must grow up quickly!" " I can't help admiring the natural beauty. I have never seen such a beautiful place.

I tried my best to drill up. A few months later, I was already a little sapling. At this time, I drink children and play games in circles every day. They drew a big circle around me with wooden sticks, and then around this big circle, you chased me and I chased you. Every day, I am very happy. ........

At this happy moment, there was a storm, and all the children went home, because it rained too hard and I was lonely. "ah! The sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow ... "I staggered in the storm. After hearing this gentle encouragement, I shook the water again, straightened my back and survived the storm.

A few years later, I have become a towering tree. In summer, I give people shade. "What beautiful flowers!" I heard people's admiration, and I also want to see this beautiful flower. I looked around, but I didn't find any beautiful flowers. But just then, I saw people pointing at my head. I looked up and I was stunned by what I saw-beautiful pink peach blossoms! That's my own flower!

Gradually, the flowers withered and fell to the ground. At this moment, I really want to applaud myself, because I have changed from a humble seed to a peach tree full of flowers, and I will slowly bear fruit when the flowers fall behind.

This is the growth process of one of my seeds.

Everyone's road to growth may not be smooth sailing, and a boat crossing the ocean may not be full when it is calm. Each of us has to go through some hardships on the road of growth, just like a tree seedling gets plenty of energy after being bathed in wind and rain.

When the first cry sounded, my mother's extremely tired face burst into a bright smile. Under the meticulous care of my parents, I just came to this world and know nothing. My childhood is as pure as white clouds.

Time flies, our backs are filled with pencil boxes and small schoolbags expected by our parents, and we step into the school gate of primary school. When we put on a bright red scarf, our hearts are full of pride and joy. Six years has erased a lot of our immaturity, grown a lot, learned to be grateful and helped each other. With tears in our eyes, we waved goodbye to our alma mater and stepped into the threshold of junior high school with a little curiosity. At that time, I was like a little adult, with my own ideas and personality. Junior high school life is not as simple and happy as primary school study. Unconsciously, I am under great pressure, and I also face the first turning point in my life-the senior high school entrance examination. However, the senior high school entrance examination did not achieve satisfactory results and entered three vocational secondary schools. I started my long-awaited high school life, and I am not used to life here in the first week of school. Slowly, I realized that life in vocational schools is so colorful. We can always see the busy figures in the training room and always hear the laughter on the playground. The short seven-day military training also benefited us a lot. Looking back on military training life, how happy we are! The colorful life in vocational schools continues slowly.

After 18 years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I witnessed the flowers bloom and fall. Growth is a string of small footprints, left on this beautiful beach of life.

Growth is a note. When you step on the piano black and white keys, the melodious sound of the piano will come out when you bounce back. Growth is so wonderful, suddenly looking back, a heartfelt pleasure.

I have experienced many things in the process of growing up, but there is one thing that I will never forget.

It's winter vacation. One Sunday night, my mother asked me to go downstairs to the grocery store to buy salt. It's already dark. I dare not go by myself. If I don't go, I will be hungry tomorrow. If I go, I can have a delicious meal tomorrow. I finally decided to bite the bullet.

I stopped thinking and went out with a flashlight and money. Hey! Today, the street lamps in the building seem to be working against me, and none of them are on. Coupled with the cold wind in winter, I turned on the flashlight, and the darkness around me greedily devoured the only light in my hand. In this way, the darker the light, the more I feel scared and my back is cold. I always feel a pair of eyes staring at me. There is no one on the road, only the sound of the wind. I remember my mother once said, "Courage, like any spiritual strength, should be exercised in tests." Because of this sentence, I can go on bravely. When I arrived at the store, I bought salt and prepared to go home.

I walked home at a brisk pace, and my footsteps were like a beautiful piece of music, which was very pleasant to hear. When I got home, I told my mother about buying salt. Mother kindly said, "You finally learned to overcome your inner fears and face all this bravely. You really make me proud! " I said, "Thank you for teaching me to be brave."

Through this incident, I understand a truth: be brave and the world will give in. If you are defeated by it sometimes, continue to be brave and then be brave, and it will give in.

The first-level growth composition 4 is the germination of spring, the exertion of summer, the maturity of autumn and the dormancy of winter. The four seasons are constantly changing, and we are also growing, from babbling to ignorant teenagers.

It is inevitable that there is pain in growing up. Shells at the bottom of the sea are as dazzling as pearls only after being tempered by fine sand for a hundred years. Flying butterflies can only break out of their cocoons after painful tempering. Beautiful rainbows can only bloom beautifully after being baptized by wind and rain ... Only when they have experienced pain will they know that happiness is not easy and will cherish happiness, pain and happiness more. This is growth.

Growth is beautiful, from a crying little girl to a slim girl, much more beautiful, making people happy and sensible, and also worthy of pride. Parents' care, teachers' responsibility, classmates' friendship, with these, even if I have difficulties, I will be intoxicated and bitter when I grow up. Every day, I see my parents working hard to earn money for their own education. The years are ruthless, taking away my mother's beautiful face and giving her a bent back and painful shoulders. Looking at the silver thread on my mother's head seems to record countless years. I am heartbroken and vowed to study hard and change the ruthless track of the years.

The road to growth is full of pain, happiness, beauty and bitterness ... Only in this way can life be colorful, only in this way can we continue to mature and grow up, enjoy the gift of life and be grateful for the gift of life.

Sometimes, looking up at the road ahead is always vague. Looking back at the road, my eyes are blurred with tears. Look at the people in the same industry, but I don't understand their happy cheers. Lower your head and write down some feelings, as if you have realized something.

Sometimes, I want to give up when I fail, but I don't want to give up. Time and time again, I upgraded my efforts and always comforted me to pay. Hide your face and cry, cry red eyes, say that growth is a trap, and even terminate the journey. But think about the story of the ugly duckling, and you will be busy again.

I always thought that the road to growth was my own, only to find that I, who looks strong, also need help and free pursuit, instead of enjoying love in the greenhouse. In the wind, frost, rain and snow, I drank all the pain of life, and that day, I matured.

First-year growth composition 6 "Read it a hundred times and you will understand what you mean." This is my reading motto. I think reading is an unexpected pleasure.

When I was four or five years old, every time I slept, my mother would tell me a story with a Grimm fairy tale. When I was seven or eight years old at school, I would pick up a book to read every day after I finished my homework. Until now, after school, I have no time to read books. Maybe some students think I don't like reading. When I get home, I sometimes read books and even forget to eat. As the saying goes, "You can skip meals for a day, but you can't skip reading for a day."

A good book is like a friend you can trust. A good book, like a good teacher, can cultivate you to be excellent. A good book is like a TV program with an attractive story. Math books make me agile and smart. Chinese books make me articulate. English books let me speak another language. Science books let me go into nature. I recently read a book "100,000 Why", which contains a lot of common sense of life. There are many short stories in the book Growing Chicken Soup, and there are many small truths in each short story, which is very helpful for us to "be a man".

"Study hard, read more, study hard." Grandma Bing Xin said, I don't think there is any celebrity who doesn't like reading. Reading is like music. Every note constitutes beautiful music, and every Chinese character constitutes a sad and happy article. It can be said that reading a good book can make you see the world, miss the world and listen to the world. As long as you study hard, you will feel happy. If you only read one book and can only do one thing in your life, I will choose reading without hesitation. A good book can accompany you to grow up. Not everything you pay will be rewarded, but books are different. He doesn't care who you are. As long as you study hard and work hard, he will never let you have nothing. If you have nothing, no one will stop you from reading and writing. I have a lot to say to you, "It's great that you can make a person rich from poverty." Some people feel that they can't stand reading, so they go to play, while another kind of people, the same book, can't understand at first, and gradually like reading more and more. Day after day, these two people became different people. People who like to play work all the year round and gamble without making much money. People who love reading become rich, which is what Tao Zhihang said-they just have to dig by themselves.

Book, you made me understand that people who don't like reading are the people with the poorest knowledge.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a sixth-grade student at the age of 12. During these twelve years of life, many interesting things have happened. I clearly remember when I was seven years old, my mother bought me a pet for the first time, and there were two!

That's a rabbit. I like them very much, but I don't understand. Why buy two? So I asked my mother, "Mom, why buy two?" The mother replied, "in this way, they will have children again, and their children will have children again." Then our family has become a' rabbit kingdom'? " I think, yes!

The thought of our family becoming a rabbit kingdom fills my heart with sweetness, sweeter than honey. At this time, I have another feeling in my heart, that is, I hope my family will become a rabbit kingdom as soon as possible!

So, I fell asleep quietly with these two moods. I can't sleep in the middle of the night. I want to see if the rabbit has a bunny. So I crept up to the rabbit and saw, alas, nothing. I am anxious and strange in my heart. Why haven't they given birth to bunnies yet? Didn't mom say they were going to have a baby? Ah!

Yes, don't ducks and chickens lay eggs? Then I'll go to rabbit eggs, too. You must be very strange to see here!

Why are there rabbit eggs? In fact, my mother bought eggs and rabbits that day, so I thought it was born by rabbits, so it was also called rabbit eggs. I quietly put the eggs in the basket, thinking that the rabbit would hatch the rabbit. The next day, everyone was very surprised, but everyone agreed to leave the eggs and see what would happen. A few days later, a furry duckling came out. Then I remembered that I laid the eggs, but I didn't understand why the rabbit eggs hatched ducklings. I didn't understand until I listened to my mother's explanation. Teacher's comment: Hehe, it's really interesting. The little author is so naive that he came up with a way of "rabbit laying eggs", which really convinced you. The little author started with a topic and wrote many interesting things that happened during his growth. Then I began to tell the most interesting thing, let the newly bought rabbits have babies, and then the rabbits have babies. In this way, the author's family has become a "rabbit kingdom".

Mother's joke hurt the little author. "Get up in the middle of the night to see if the rabbit has a baby, put the duck eggs in the rabbit's nest and let the rabbit hatch the baby rabbit", which makes people laugh. It's really interesting that the little author has so many strange ideas in his mind! The narrative of the whole event closely revolves around the word "interesting", closely follows the theme of the article, and is clear and humorous. In the last sentence, the author should explain how his mother explained it to herself so that other children who have similar questions with you can understand it. "I fell asleep quietly with these two moods" and "fell asleep quietly" are somewhat unrealistic, right? Hehe, how can you sleep with such excitement?

There are many things that accompany me in my growing up, and many of them have benefited me a lot for the first time. I participated in the table tennis competition for the first time, and my first composition was published in the newspaper. I won the first prize in the composition competition in Anyang for the first time. I became an announcer for the first time, a photographer for the first time, and I learned to ride a bike for the first time ... These things are like countless stars in the sky, but one star is always printed in my mind, and that is the first time I learned to ride a bike.

It was a sunny afternoon, and my mother suggested that I learn to ride a bike. I readily agreed, like an arrow leaving the string, the falcon jumped down the stairs.

When I got on the bike, I was scared. It would be terrible if I fell from it. I am timid. My mother wanted to read my mind and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just hold the car, keep your direction, and I'll protect you from behind." Looking at my mother's encouraging eyes, my confidence finally overcame my timidity. I began to learn to ride a bike with confidence again, and my mother carefully held the car behind me to prevent me from falling off it.

As soon as I got on the bus, I started swinging around like a drunk. I trembled and said to my mother, "Mom, don't let go." "Wow, mom, please, don't let go …" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

With the help of my mother, I rode back and forth again and again. A pleasant warm wind blows, so comfortable, I feel that the car is much lighter. I ride my bike happily and freely, like a bird that just learned to fly. Suddenly, I found a familiar face standing not far away and smiling at me. Ah, it's mom! "Mom …" Before I could shout it out, I gave the earth a warm hug and fell down, but I didn't feel any pain.

Many things happen, and I finally learned to ride a bike. Although I fell down again and again, I got up again and again. I never gave up the idea of learning to ride a bike, because I knew, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"

The first contact was unintentional.

It was a sunny day, and the paper left alone at the door was picked up by me at will. Several striking Chinese characters caught my eye: Zhejiang occupied 4 seats and Yiwu was selected. Seeing this, I thought in dismay: What does this have to do with me? Just then, a petite figure slipped in, flying like a swallow. I had a newspaper in my hand, but I didn't panic in my eyes. A dexterous turn escaped her "pouncing on food".

"Hey, little sister, don't hide!" The girl turned to complain to me, her face full of cunning. My heart remained unchanged. I reached out and grabbed her braid and said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't tell Aunt Yun?" "Hey, hey," the girl smiled awkwardly twice, and then asked solemnly, "Sister, what's that in your hand?" I gave her the newspaper in my hand and went to have a cup of tea.

"Oh, my mother talked to them about this yesterday. Why are these here! "

"What?" Hearing the girl scream, my falling foot suddenly turned in one direction and wanted to go around behind her.

The girl handed the newspaper generously and asked me, "Sister, do you know Yiwu?" Now it's my turn to be embarrassed. I giggled twice and didn't answer. When she saw that I didn't talk, she began to proudly introduce Yiwu to me: "Yiwu, together with Hangzhou, Ningbo and Wenzhou, is one of the four regional central cities in Zhejiang Province, which should be in the middle of Zhejiang Province ..." Her voice became trance under the cicada, but it left a deep impression on my childhood.

Only then did I understand the meaning of newspapers. It's not about me, it should be about everyone. I leafed through the newspaper and suddenly found that students can do some things, such as ...

A few days later, a manuscript with my signature was added to the manuscript on the teacher's desk. In the campus full of rumors, it was long known that this batch of manuscripts had been handed in and voted for Jinhua Evening News. In the days after submission, my life hasn't changed much, except for a daily newspaper and chatting with friends.

The moonlight at night will not fall on the windowsill, and the silver line will condense into a beam and fall on the paper in my hand. I tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep. I got out of bed and saw the newspaper on the table, so I picked it up to pass the time. At that age, I couldn't understand political news. I prefer to watch Meitu Fun, Student World and Entertainment News. In the moonlight, I sometimes smile and close my eyes. Thinking of my recent chat with my grandfather, I suddenly found that what we talked about has become much more profound, and this is all the changes it has brought me. Once my classmate complained to me: "I will fall asleep when reading." "However, that night, I looked more and more energetic. To this end, as soon as I arrived at school the next day, I sighed at that person: "Friend, in fact, your' watching and falling asleep' is just an excuse for you to sleep!" The man looked at the shadows around my eyes and smiled blankly.

At noon, when my friend went to get the newspaper, he accidentally brought back an envelope belonging to me. The sender's address is scrawled on it. Jinhua Evening News, I have guessed some. I opened the envelope and said to them, "I didn't expect the first bucket of gold in my life was given to me by Jinhua Evening News."

On that day, the manuscript fee of less than fifty dollars was held in my arms like a baby. From that day on, I had a different feeling about writing.

As a newspaper in my childhood, I prefer to describe it as a "good friend". It is a shining star in my world, which opens up a vast world for me.