My Growth Primary School Composition 500 words 1 My ups and downs are a colorful and happy world. It is through these ups and downs that I slowly grew up. I was a naughty boy when I was six years old, but my academic performance was excellent.
Once I got good grades in math, many students were very happy because I got good grades. I am the only one who is unhappy. Because of my carelessness, I got 70 points. This is a heavy blow to me, which makes me less confident in math. I got good grades, but I got such grades. It's hard for me to accept this fact. On the way home from school, I felt uneasy for fear that my family would scold me. After a long time, I opened the door and there was no one at home. I went in. I put this note on the table, which said let me eat quickly. After dinner, I should have taken a nap, but I was still uneasy about the score of 70. My mother got off work at noon, and she didn't dare to sleep when she saw me. She was very unhappy with a piece of paper in her hand and asked her son why he didn't sleep. "I ... I ..." I lowered my voice so low that I couldn't hear you.
What happened? Accompanied by this soft voice, my mother came over and I gave her the test paper at this pace. Mother read the test paper twice. She opened almost everything, but didn't read the music. She was silent for a while and said that my son was really worried. It shouldn't. He should correct his mistakes and try to get good grades in the next exam. After listening to my mother's words, I found more than half of my lost confidence. I'll start over and correct all my mistakes so that I can make progress. So I ran around day and night, reviewing what the teacher said every day. I opened the book and read a sentence: But you only need to go up a flight of stairs, you can broaden your vision of 300 miles. My math scores have advanced by leaps and bounds, which I didn't expect. In life, only those who have experienced pain can get sweetness, and only those who have experienced pain can feel real sweetness.
As we all know, Du Fu once said: Reading is like writing. Books are the ladder of my progress. From the illustrated books in Pinyin when I was 5-6 years old to Four Great Classical Novels now, I gained a lot of new knowledge and grew up with books bit by bit. ...
When I was 5-6 years old, the first book I read in my life was Courage, which contained many illustrations. I didn't read any words at first, and I thought the illustrations were funny. After reading the illustrations, I threw the book aside. Dad didn't ask me to continue reading when I was young, and I realized something. He just put the book in the cupboard.
In the second grade, I was sorting out the things in the cupboard. I turned to this book. I didn't think much about it either. I turned it over and began to read. This time, I didn't look at the illustrations as before, because I have known many words and tried to understand the book. I didn't know much at first, but the more I read, the more I understood. Although I can't pronounce my accent correctly, I finally remembered some story lines. Knowing that these words and illustrations are written around the theme, I feel that reading is so interesting for the first time, and it is no longer as boring as the Chinese books I read in class. From then on, I fell in love with reading and put this "book that inspired my potential" in my desk. 327、
After a long time, I went to the sixth grade. I finally saw this book that I grew up with for a long time. I opened it again. This time, my understanding is stronger than last time. I've learned that everyone needs courage. I've learned that it takes courage to do many things. I've learned that everything can be solved with courage. Reading accompanied me to grow up and let me know a lot. ...
I always read some books that are good for me now. People say that it is beneficial to open books, and I quite agree with them. The books I am reading now are not illustrated books, pinyin books, comic books, or books harmful to body and mind, but some profound books and meaningful books. In short, in a word, reading has been growing with me!
My Growing Primary School Composition 500 words 3 Noisy city, time flies like the sun, trivial greed and deception, but only deep love will never fade.
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My parents' love is by my side.
I spent 1 1 spring and autumn, from babbling to graduating from the sixth grade, suddenly looking back, how much sweat and hard work my parents have paid for me! My parents' love for me is endless. My mother has just turned 30 and has grown white hair. Seeing these white hairs, I regret myself, and the scene of my quarrel with my mother appeared in front of my eyes. In the evening, after finishing the homework assigned by the teacher and finishing the homework assigned by my mother, I was very upset. Looking at the folded test paper, it seems to be an eyesore, and I can't wait to grab it and tear it up. At this time, my mother came over and said kindly, "Son, it's 9: 30, so go to sleep for a while." "You can sleep whatever you want. I haven't finished my homework. Sooner or later, these papers will take away all my happy childhood. " I don't know why, but my anger came to my mind inexplicably. I regretted it immediately after I said it. You know, I'm going to graduate in the sixth grade, and my mother is more anxious than me. She cooks nutritious meals for me every day according to the dishes on the breakfast menu. It is also a clever trick for experts to let me do the paper. There is a shiny thing flashing in the corner of my mother's eye. I know it is a tear, which is the most vulnerable place in a mother's heart. I worked harder in the future, and finally God paid off. My excellent grades made my mother laugh. Dad's love is silent. Every time I fall, my father makes me stand up, and my mother helps me stand up; Every time, I failed in the exam. My father criticized me and my mother comforted me. Every time I fly a kite, my mother is with me, and my father is the one who picks me up. Dad's love is so silent and deep. My parents' love for me prevented death.
The love of society is around me.
During the ice disaster, the whole country was United; During the earthquake, we fought hand in hand; Olympic Games, as the host, we greet the Olympic Games harmoniously; Let's hold up the Seven Gods together and witness the great scene. The love of society is around me.
I am surrounded by love every day, and true love grows with me.
My growing primary school composition 500 words 4 Everyone will grow, they will grow, and they don't want to leave footprints left by their past growth.
The window of seven years ago
Opening the window of seven years old, I vaguely remember the scene of posting couplets to celebrate the New Year at the age of seven. Happy, happy. At that time, I was naive and didn't understand the sinister world. I only know that I should laugh when I am happy and cry when I am sad. Now, where is the self who once showed his expression clearly on his face? Seven years old, a happy childhood, but lost in the growing years.
Diary of ten years old
Close the window of seven years old and open the diary of ten years old. The handwriting is faintly visible, but I can still remember the joy when I was ten years old. Children's Day and birthday are both spent on the same day. I was happy from ear to ear, but I didn't know it was bad, because I could only receive one gift. At that time, I should be innocent. I always disapproved when I was a child. It's ridiculous to think about it now.
Thirteen.
Close your ten-year-old diary and look at yourself at the age of thirteen. Has lost the innocence of that year. Maybe this is the so-called growth. Thirteen, very good age. It's really impossible to look like seven or ten years old. Growing up, really cruel, took away everything I had. And I can only live in the real world. Growing up, I buried the little beauty in my memory. Passerby A never understood my growth and sadness.
Growth is a cruel fact, which makes people betray the beauty of the past inadvertently; Growth is synonymous with hypocrisy, which makes it easy to put on a heavy mask; Growth has a beginning and no end, which makes it easy for people to give up everything they once had, including memories.
From small to large, it is sweet, sour, bitter, astringent, salty, spicy and beautiful.
Friendship is the purest and most beautiful thing in the world. It is as clean and elegant as a blooming magnolia; It also slowly blows into people's hearts like a cool breeze. Yes! In fact, when you never miss or discover friendship, friendship is growing with us. When I opened the time notebook, it reappeared before my eyes. On a hot weekend last year, my good friend Fu Jingxi and I went to Luojia for our birthday. Just as he was approaching Luojia, Fu Jingxi took a fancy to a raccoon doll in an animation shop on the roadside. She took my hand and said, "Shall we go to anime shop and buy Luo a raccoon doll?" I replied: "Good! Anyway, we haven't had time to buy gifts! It's better to go and see. " Say that finish, the two of us walked into anime shop.
The things in the animation shop can be described as dazzling! Look, there are Hatsune Miku's works, the "L" ring in the Death Note, the novel Detective Conan, and so on. In the end, I didn't change my mind and bought Ali doll. However, as soon as I stepped out of the house, God stopped "pushing" and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. I had to run to Luojia in the rain. When we arrived at Luojia, she looked at us in surprise and said, "Why did you come in the rain? Come on, come in, I'll wipe it for you with a towel. " In this way, we took Luo's towel, wiped our hair and gave Luo the present. Then I took a coke, ate a cake, watched TV and told jokes. In this way, I had a friendship birthday party full of laughter.
Yes! Friendship doesn't need to be vigorous or dull, as long as you are happy. Friendship is like a blooming magnolia, clean and elegant; It is also like a cool breeze, slowly blowing into people's hearts. Friendship grows with me, like a blooming flower.
My Growing Primary School Composition 500 words 6 1 1 Years ago, I was a baby, very weak, and my mouth was not as big as a cherry. I was sick at that time, and the doctor said it was acute laryngitis. Since then, my throat seems to have fallen from the root of the disease. As long as you catch a cold, your throat will be uncomfortable, sometimes hoarse and sometimes inflamed.
When I was eight, I caught a cold. My mother thought I should have some resistance when I was eight years old, so she only bought me cold medicine and let me eat it. But in the evening, my "disease root" came back. I feel headache and sore throat at night, and I always inhale and exhale. I woke up my parents, who hurriedly packed up and took me to the hospital with medical records. Doctors diagnosed acute laryngitis and mild pneumonia. I'm at a loss. My mother was very worried and asked the doctor many questions. The doctor suggested atomizing and hanging water for treatment. For a whole week, my mother accompanied me to the hospital to hang water for atomization every day. In the evening, my mother didn't go back to her room to sleep peacefully. She's afraid I'm uncomfortable. She stays with me every night. With my mother around, I seemed much more comfortable and fell asleep soon. Wake up at night and go to the bathroom. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother asleep in the chair beside the bed. She was so tired that I looked at the circle of "panda eyes" and listened to the uneven breathing. I sighed. I got up gently, tiptoed against the wall, and walked slowly to the bathroom, afraid to let out the atmosphere, for fear of waking the sleeping "tired soul" in my mother's body. I dare not rush for fear of waking her up after going to the toilet. When I went back, my foot slipped and I fell on my back. My heart was in a mess, and my feet broke when I rubbed into the corner. Just when I was at a loss, I heard my mother calling me, followed by a series of hurried footsteps. Alas, I woke my mother.
Back to bed, my mother helped me put a new band-aid on the wound, and the warmth in my heart naturally came. I watched my mother fall asleep in the back of the chair, and looked at her sleeping face, so I went back to sleep with peace of mind. In my dream, familiar footsteps seemed to ring in my ears again.
In the morning, the warm sunshine shines through the window. I opened my blurred eyes and saw my mother's beautiful face again. ...
My growing primary school composition 500 words 7 "A virtuous person, his life is full of happiness!" " I firmly believe this sentence, because I am a person who pursues virtue and always gets happiness when helping others.
Virtue can not be "cultivated" in a short time, but has been doing good deeds, starting from bit by bit, every little makes a mickle, and sand accumulates into a tower. Here are some virtue story about me.
"Oh, please don't be fascinated ..." Today is Sunday, and there is nothing interesting, so I picked up the MP3 player and listened to this song. My footsteps followed the rhythm of the song, walking, walking, walking, and unconsciously came to the window. I am breathing the fresh air outside the window. I took off my "heavy" glasses, and I took off my annoying MP3 player, ready to go out for a walk.
Suddenly, at a turning distance, I saw an old woman looking for leftovers in the garbage dump. She is holding a little girl and looks so pitiful. I gave them two yuan in my pocket involuntarily. Although the money is not much, it is my heart. At least I can buy some steamed bread to eat! Looking at their distant figure, I feel sad. I help people, remember. Others help me, never forget! "Look at my scud! Ha ha laugh ... I am really invincible, the ball flies so high! Huh? Don't! Why didn't the ball go up for so long? " I thought doubtfully. I looked around and found my football stuck in a tree growing in a crack on the slope. what can I do? I walked around the tree several times, but I still couldn't figure out how to climb it. Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, let me try!" " "I saw an old lady in her seventies climbing a tree. As a kind old woman, she was very agile and gave me my football intact soon.
I will never forget it. Give someone a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hand! The virtue of civilization lies in the small details of life, which let me see the beauty of the world, and it has been growing with me!
My 500-word composition of Growing Primary School 8 "Scholar-officials don't study for three days and don't pay attention to benevolence and righteousness"-Yao Ya. This sentence has benefited me for life. Reading enriches my knowledge, improves my self-cultivation, opens my imagination, and more importantly, books shape my soul by going up a storey still higher. Book, I will never leave it.
I started reading when I was very young, saying that it was just some literacy cards or short comic books. Even though I have a hard time reading these books, I ask my mother from time to time, so my mother taught me a method to help me read books-Pinyin. Pinyin is easy to understand, and I learn it quickly. I can read some story books with pinyin in a short time, but the spelling speed is a bit slow, but time can dilute everything. Finally, my reading speed improved a lot. Gradually, those books with pinyin can no longer meet my needs. I tried to read other books without Pinyin, but I couldn't move a step without Pinyin, so I started to look for my mother again, how to pronounce this word and that word, so my mother taught me a new way to read words-look it up in the dictionary. My mother said to me, "Almost all the words in the book can be found in the dictionary. When you meet words you don't know, you can ask the dictionary teacher for help. " The easiest way is pinyin. You can use pinyin to look up words you don't know. If you don't want to use Pinyin, you can also use radical search. The second method was taught by my mother with great efforts.
In the kindergarten class, I am particularly interested in languages, and I can never get tired of reading them. I have memorized the children's songs, stories and songs above, so I simply read the composition that my mother asked the students to read. Even so, I still read it with relish. My mother gave her time to tell me. My mother's story was quickly absorbed by me, so she recited the texts she taught me one by one. Now I like reading them best.
Now I like not only reading books, but also excerpts. Isn't a good memory better than a bad written memory? In the process of reading, my composition level has also been greatly improved. Books have not only become my mentor and friend. The book will always be with me.
My growing primary school composition, 500 words for 9 summers, inadvertently came to us. The most pleasant thing in summer is to bathe in the sunshine, enjoy a cup of tea, read a book, walk into the sea of books in the elegant tea fragrance, feel the true meaning of life in the book fragrance, and grow up with me!
I remember the first time I read Les Miserables, the whole book gave me the greatest feeling of' misery'. This article mainly describes that the hero Jean Valjean has been imprisoned for a long time and finally gained his freedom. Because of the criminal record, it is still not accepted by people and society. No matter how hard he tried, people no longer believed him. They always believe that reform-through-labour prisoners are reform-through-labour prisoners and will never be good people! This makes me feel sorry for Jean Valjean. Yes, we are all unhappy-we meet at the ends of the earth. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ? A person who thinks about how to benefit the people will be rejected by society everywhere. People's misunderstanding will not be recognized by society no matter how hard they try. What awaits them is the ridicule and death of society. ...
But then my point of view gradually changed, which was not only sympathy for Jean Valjean, but also indignation and understanding of the society at that time. I think Jean Valjean's tragic experience is the tragic fate of the poor in the lower class, and it is also a tribute to the goodness and innocence of human nature, which makes us deeply aware of the darkness of social real life at that time. The ugly phenomenon of conflict between the ruling class and the upper class. In fact, everyone is equal and has the right to defend happiness and free life. We should control "evil" with love, adhere to humanitarianism and build a harmonious and equal humanistic society ... Isn't it the same in today's society?
Come to think of it, reading is actually reading yourself. While reading the truth, goodness and beauty, we also read the hypocrisy behind the hypocrisy, the ugliness behind the beauty and the cunning behind the smile. Reading, the most important thing is to read how to be a man, and reading is to be an upright and kind person. Only in this way can we read something beneficial to ourselves, nobility, joy and happiness.
In summer, under the sun, I unconsciously walked into the hall of books. Quiet books grew with me and lit up the way forward!
My Growth Primary School Composition 500 words 10 Everyone has a lot of growth, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was sleeping alone for the first time. Looking back now, it is still vivid.
I remember one day when I was five years old, my parents had to work overtime and I was the only one at night. On weekdays, they will definitely send me to my brother's house, but today, they said that I was old enough to sleep by myself and insisted on leaving me alone at home.
At night, the house was empty and silent. I finished my meal, took a shower, climbed into bed, turned off the light and went to bed. I don't know why, but I can't sleep in bed. So I opened my eyes and looked around. It was so dark in the room that I could hear my own heartbeat. I'm really a little scared. The terrible scenes I usually see on TV flashed through my mind, which made my hair stand on end.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew out of the window, making the empty clothes rack make a "jingle, jingle" sound. The clothes hanging outside are swaying in the wind, which looks like someone is outside. I was so scared that I hid under the quilt. Although I was sweating under the quilt, I still dared not come out. After a while, I couldn't stand it. I wanted to cool off and catch my breath, but I was afraid.
Suddenly, a voice appeared in my mind: "Dragon, don't go out. If you go out, the bad guys outside will find you. " "No," said another voice, "that's not a bad man at all. It's clothes Just go out. " "I would rather believe it, but I don't believe it. Everyone can say that. Never go out. " "It's not obvious? It's all a prank of the wind. It's clothes, not bad people. What's more, as long as you don't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night. "
These two voices are arguing endlessly in my mind, which makes it difficult for me to make a decision. Finally, I got out of the quilt, but anyway, I was a little scared and spent that unforgettable night in fear.
The next day, my parents praised me and said, "Brother Long, you have grown up and become brave." After listening to this, a bright smile appeared on my face, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey.
From then on, I had my own small room and slept alone. It's really hard to say "everything is difficult at the beginning"!