Do things better than before. I am not as mindless as I used to be. Since I entered junior high school, I have been reminding myself: "You have grown up." Think about all the consequences, don't be so out of tune. I don't need my mother's help to do things. Since I came back from military training, I know how to be self-reliant and not rely on others for everything. I see, relying on the mountain to eat, relying on water to draft, relying on no one is better than relying on yourself, only relying on yourself is the real skill. Others can't help you for life.

Unconsciously, I lost a little childish.

I'm not so naive anymore. Since I lost my junior high school, I have become less naive and more mature. My playmates in primary school are also alienated. The memory of getting along with each other in the past is gradually blurred, and many new faces have appeared. My classmates in primary school don't know me either, probably because I'm not as immature as before. Looking back, I was surprised to find that I grew up and my face became more mature helplessly.

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My words didn't hurt that much. I'm becoming a little fake unconsciously now, and I'm not so real anymore. When I meet someone, I will say that you have become beautiful. Although she really got fat or swollen. I am not the silly little girl I used to be. I grew up, and I became mature. The dialogue between friends is not so real, but more false and not naive. Sometimes I really want to ask myself, what happened to us? Parents also let us virtually separated by a layer of glass. We tried to knock at the door, but it couldn't open. This glass that alienates us makes us strange. This is growth.

Growing up is both familiar and unfamiliar. It made me grow and mature, and I finally grew up.

The second article: My story is 600 words "On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer". I don't know where I got a familiar childhood. I miss my childhood very much. I miss having a holiday, a tomorrow and a growing childhood.

When I was three or four years old, I lived in that row of low-rise bungalows and spent the first few years of my life there. When I was a child, I used to run around behind my brother's ass, climb the weather-beaten persimmon tree in my grandmother's house with him, and sit on the trunk and listen to my brother's nonsense. It's like a sentence in Jing M.Guo's book, "I remember when I was a child, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh." This is my first childhood.

When I was six or seven years old, my grandmother built a building and my brother went to primary school. My brother is very busy, so I have no playmates. I walk alone in the street on Sunday. At this moment, my eyes focused on a bird's nest of Shimada Hanzo in a tree, and an idea came to my mind almost instantly. I want to dig out the eggs. With an evil smile on my lips, I ran and jumped into a tree with a bird's nest. Standing under the big tree, I feel so small in an instant, but it inspires me to conquer this tree. I made a refueling gesture to myself, and then used my hands and feet to come to a branch. When you take the first step, you have the motivation to take the second step. I tried my best and soon came to the edge of the nest. Looking at that bird's egg, I feel a sense of accomplishment. The difficulty of climbing a tree just now is nothing! Carefully put the eggs in my pocket, and I came down from the tree happily. Holding a bird's egg is like holding a treasure, and even I laugh at myself. This is my childhood with memories.

Time flies, I am 14 years old. Grandma's persimmon tree has long been cut down, and I don't know where the eggs I worked so hard to get have gone. Time can change many things, environment and life, but my childhood can't. My childhood is my story and an unforgettable memory in my life.

The song "Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up, day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up" carries my homesickness. I don't know when tears have flowed to my mouth and lamented the lost childhood.

Chapter 3: My Story 600 words Excellent junior high school composition Failure is the mother of success.

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On Sunday, I accidentally turned to an experiment in a book at home and immediately followed it with great interest.

I found some waste paper and lighters, and walked to an empty place, ready to start the experiment. I followed the instructions in the book: first roll the paper into a cylinder, the tighter the better, then light one end, let it burn for a while, then put it out instantly, and finally blow out the extinguished fire. The experiment was successful.

After reading it, I picked up a paper roll and rolled it up. However, this piece of paper always seems to be competing with me. Roll it up and loosen it. Roll it up and loosen it. I tied it with a small rope so that the paper wouldn't come loose. I picked up a lighter and ordered some paper. One end of the paper is on fire, and the fire is burning along the paper. I put it out when it was almost halfway through. This is not successful. I blew a big mouth, but I just couldn't blow it out. I'm getting more and more anxious, like an ant on hot bricks. I blew anxiously, and it didn't work at all. Finally, even the last flame went out.

I was depressed when the first experiment failed, but thinking that "failure is the mother of success", I began to prepare for the second experiment.

Maybe it's because the first experiment failed. I became more serious this time, thinking: I must observe carefully and strive for success! I rolled it up with a piece of loose paper. This paper is like an obedient puppy. I quickly rolled it up. Every step I take, I have to carefully check whether the steps are correct. Every step I take, I worry that I will be careless and lose the game. The ignition switch is on. I made it more solemn than the ignition of a spaceship. "pa!" The lighter lit the paper, and it soon burned. After it burned for two seconds, I blew it out immediately. I blew out the flame again, but this time I blew it out carefully. When the flame was getting bigger and bigger, I blew it out in one go. I succeeded! I smiled happily, completely immersed in the joy of victory, and I didn't know it hurt when I caught fire.

Failure is the mother of success, and I will keep this sentence in mind.

Article 4: My Story 600 words of excellent junior high school composition Everyone has thousands of stories about Qian Qian in his life, which are full of ups and downs.

When I was six years old, it was May 1st, and we all had a holiday. Some relatives came to my house for dinner. At first, my father and uncle drank a bottle of beer. Later, my father opened a bottle of soju, and I said to my father, "I want to drink it, too." But my father just won't give it to me. When I was a child, I loved to cry. I am a crying baby. As long as I am a little unhappy, I cry, so my eyes turn red soon. My father had to pour me some. I drank a little of this hard-won wine carefully. Ah, so spicy! Why do adults like to drink such spicy food? Dad asked me how I was, and I said it was quite special. It's just too spicy. He said, "Take another sip and see if it's not spicy." I tried a little more with a grain of salt. Sure enough, it is not as spicy as the first bite, and it is a little sweet. Later, I thought: the first bite is very spicy, and the second bite is ok. Isn't the third bite not spicy? Then I took the remaining sip and went to play with my brother. At first, I felt nothing. I feel dizzy and want to sleep after playing for a while. I went to bed as soon as I lay down. Then I woke up and my mother told me that I was drunk. It turns out that being drunk is so uncomfortable. Therefore, when I grow up and see my father drinking, I often advise him to drink less and smoke less.

Also, I learned how to cook eggs for the first time. I learned it from recipes. I put some water in the pot, boiled the water, then put the eggs in, boiled them, and the eggs were cooked. I learned how to cook them for my parents on the same day. In this way, I cooked successfully for the first time. I also want to learn more recipes to cook for my parents and try to hear their praise. There are bumpy roads and happy roads in a person's life, and these roads form a story. It is precisely because of this story that our life has become colorful and more exciting!

Chapter 5: My Story 600 Words Excellent Junior High School Composition Many things have happened in my life. Almost all of them have been forgotten, except one thing that I remember clearly.

That day, my cousin and I celebrated our birthday at Menstruation House. After eating the cake, it is almost 10. I hurried out to get ready to go home. Menstruation asked me, "Do you want me to take you home?" I thought, "Don't you just walk home? I am not a child. " So I said, "No need." Menstruation nodded at ease and walked into the door. It seems that in an instant, I suddenly found that the corridor was dark, and I really couldn't see my fingers. I put out a foot carefully, groped like a blind man, and finally touched the railing. Just when I breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly there came a shrill cry: "Ji-". Suddenly, my insides were all huddled up, and I ran out before I knew it. I patted my chest in fear and turned to hit the road. There is no moon in the sky, and there are no lights on the roadside. From time to time, there are some terrible bird calls in the distance. Several big trees cast mottled shadows, like a ghost's rickety body, running towards you. My heart is pounding, and I walk in fear, but I dare not escape. I even want to go back to menstruation. But it's embarrassing.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind, "click, click". Is anyone here? I opened my eyes in fear and looked behind me. No one was there. Really ... Ghost! Fear suddenly flooded my whole body, and I ran forward desperately. But the "click" continues. Finally, I couldn't run. When I heard that horrible voice again, I saw it clearly: the bird in the tree was pecking at the wood. Think of my former species. I was a little embarrassed and couldn't help laughing.

I relaxed and walked forward, the cool breeze was blowing gently, and the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds echoed, only to find that everything was so harmonious. There are no ghosts in the world. All you're afraid of is scaring yourself.

On my way home tonight, I overcame my fear and the "ghost" in my heart!