In our daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with writing. Writing requires a complete text structure, so we must avoid the appearance of an endless composition. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following are six first-year growth compositions that I have collected and sorted out. I welcome your reference and hope to help you. One's life is only once, but many things will happen while growing up. There are successes and failures; There are difficulties and successes. How my first walk made my mother happy; How excited my mother was when I rode a bike for the first time ...

At the age of seven, I learned to ride a bike. It was the first time I volunteered, and my mother was very happy with my volunteering. When I learned to ride a bike, I found it was not very difficult, but when I formally studied, I failed, slipped off the bike, and my knee was cut and bloodshot, which worried my mother.

at the age of eight, I studied English. In the preview, I want to read the word "peach" more familiar, so I read it over and over again until my mouth is thirsty. At school, in English class, the teacher told us to stand up and read the previewed words one by one. It was time for me to read the word "peach", which I used to read. But when my ass just leaned against the chair, the teacher called me up and said, "Can you read agin?" I replied, "OK!" As soon as I finished reading, the teacher laughed and said, "You pronounced' peach' as' J'!" Then he said to his classmates, "Boys and girls, we can't pronounce it' J'!" This incident made the teacher laugh and cry.

The above things are embarrassing. Don't laugh at me! Who didn't meet some funny things when growing up? First-year growth composition 2

Sometimes, when you look up at the road ahead, it's always vague and unclear. Looking back at the road of chasing, I was also blurred by tears. Look at the people in the same trade again, 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 hard work and always comforted that I had to pay. Cover your face and cry, crying red eyes, saying that growth is a trap, and even terminate the journey. But think about the story of the ugly duckling, and you will start busy again.

I always thought that the road to growth was up to me, only to find that I, who seemed to be strong, also needed help, and I needed to let go of it, 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. Since when, the word "growth" has been on our lips. It seems that as long as there is a little progress, as long as there is a little success, we always like to say that we have grown up, and even if we fail, we will be told that this is the only way to grow up. So, gradually, we get used to it, get used to moving forward, force ourselves to grow up, and get used to satisfying others, but growth is real. I don't think so. Growth should be a very pure thing, but after you grow up and have more contact with the world, you begin to know more about your preferences and are willing to fight for yourself, not just to please others. When people are alive, they should do what they like and stay with people they like.

I remember when I was a child, I especially liked to eat lollipops in the school canteen. Almost every time I had pocket money, I couldn't wait to buy it, but because my pocket money was limited, I couldn't buy many at a time, so I never got enough. So, I thought of a way, that is, to save these pocket money first, and then buy a lot of lollipops to eat when there are enough. What a happy thing it would be.

So I stopped cravings and began to accumulate slowly. When I saved enough pocket money and really bought a lot of lollipops, even with all kinds of flavors, I thought I would be very happy, but I found that this was not the case. I didn't like eating at once. I don't know why, I cried with a bunch of lollipops on the side of the road. It's hard to describe that feeling because I waited too long. I don't think so. It's probably because I kept restraining myself in this waiting process and told myself that when I really had it, I found that it was the waiting process, not the result, which probably counted as a kind of growth.

Life is long, and there are many ways to grow up. I hope everyone can live up to their expectations. I am nine years old. I knew Yuanyuan and Dongdong when I was one. They are my neighbors. Because they are girls, every time they play games, they always ask me to let them go. They are always together like conjoined people.

I remember once, as soon as I finished my homework, I went to play with Dongdong and Yuanyuan. I flew in the hall with my "small motor", but Yuanyuan and Dongdong tried to grab my "small motor". How could I give it to them easily? That's my favorite thing. If the "small motor" is broken by them, then I won't be able to play. They are angry and come after me with batons. Wow! Finally, I found the way to escape. I quickly jumped out of the "small motor" and covered our big glass door tightly to prevent them from coming in to bully me. I didn't expect them to kick the glass door with their feet. Kuang? The glass door broke, and two pieces of glass smashed into my face, and immediately began to bleed. Dongdong's feet also bled a lot. At that time, I quickly called my mother, and my mother took me to the hospital nervously and quickly, criticizing me along the way: "I am not sensible, so big, I can't take care of myself and my friends." My sister said to me uneasily, "Maybe you need stitches!" I was suddenly surprised and scared. I went to the hospital and had a check-up. The doctor said, "Nothing, just a scratch, just recover and recover." Mom and I are relieved.

The next day, I went to school. When I came home at night, my mother said that she went to see Dongdong today. Dongdong was seriously injured and had six stitches on her foot. I was very embarrassed when I heard that. I went to see Dongdong with my mother and Yuanyuan. I said to Dongdong, "We must cherish our friendship in the future, and we must know how to share it with our good friends. We are big friends, and we are no longer children. We can't let our mothers worry about it any more.

children, have you cherished your friendship? On September 7th, 21xx, two small mushroom packages came to my home. I was thinking, "How can this ugly thing grow mushrooms? What will they look like? " I started watering them every day, using a small watering can. I will observe them every day when I get home from school and get up. A few days later, one of the small mushroom packages actually sprouted. I was so happy. However, at first, it was white, like a little pearl. I will grow up every day. It grows and grows, and it grows very fast. The lemon yellow is beautiful. Grandma said, "put the small mushrooms on the balcony to dry." Mother said, "Little mushrooms like cool places." Finally, one day, it grew into a big mushroom, and it looked like morning glory, layer by layer. The mushroom is getting bigger and bigger and can be eaten, so I picked it with scissors and asked my grandmother to cook cabbage and stir-fry mushrooms. Fragrant, sweet, very delicious, mainly because it is planted by itself, especially delicious.

however, there is still a mushroom bag that hasn't moved. I'm a little discouraged. Many days later, when I came home from school, I saw a small mushroom actually growing, which was a very small umbrella. It turns out that I didn't take off the plastic film, it grew slowly. This kind of mushroom is different from the other one. This one is gray and shaped like a round ball. A few days later, I harvested mushroom food again.

It's really fun to grow small mushrooms. Small mushrooms surprise me every day. I also make a mushroom diary, which I take with my camera every day to record my growth process and feelings with photos, words and pictures. It's really interesting, children. You can also have a try. First-year growth composition 6

How many spring and autumn years have books accompanied me in my growing process ... I am a bird in need of help, enjoying the knowledge in the sea of knowledge; I am a small tree, thriving under the rain and dew of knowledge; I am a stone, buried in deep soil, giving birth to vitality.

I remember when I was a child, I liked books very much. Although I didn't know how to read, I took a color picture book to read it. My mother told me the contents of the book by telling stories, from which I learned a lot of knowledge. My little brain was full of thirst for knowledge in the book.

With the gradual growth of my age, my mother's stories can't meet my needs. I often go to Xinhua Bookstore, and it takes me an hour to drill into the pile of books. It's really an ocean of books, from comic books to wonderful fairy tales, from 111,111 whys to encyclopedias, which has opened my eyes.

reading a good book can increase my knowledge, broaden my horizons and enrich my extracurricular life. Books will always grow with me!