Whether it is in school or in society, everyone has come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below are the sample essays on the moment I grew up that I collected and compiled (selected 4 essays). You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. At that moment I grew up. Composition 1

What does growing up mean? Does it mean becoming smarter? Or have you grown taller or stronger, or have you grown another year older? I think it’s more than just that. The meaning of growing up is that we can care about others.

That day, I came home from school, but I didn’t see the food on the table before, nor did I see my busy mother. I put down my schoolbag and hurried to my mother's bedroom. I saw the cool towel on my mother's head. It turned out that my mother was sick and had a fever. My mother saw that I was back and said, "There are 20 yuan on the table. You can go downstairs and buy a bowl of beef noodles. Don't worry about me." I said, "That's not okay. You used to take care of me. This time I will let you take care of me." I'll take care of you." I changed the towel on my mother's forehead.

I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was great. There were tomatoes and broccoli. I planned to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried meat with broccoli for my mother. While I was cooking, I asked about my mother's condition. After a while, I cooked the meal. I helped my mother up and wanted to feed her, but my mother said, "You little girl, it's not like I can't move. Mom can do it by herself. Watch her eat what I cooked." After dinner, I made ginger soup for my mother again. I followed the way my mother made ginger soup for me. I washed the ginger, cut it into pieces, and cooked it for my mother. I gave the ginger soup to my mother. After she drank it, her complexion quickly improved, and my mood also improved. My mother stroked my hair and said, "My daughter is really my mother's little cotton jacket."

At that moment, I suddenly felt that I had grown up and I could take care of my mother. Only by experiencing it myself can you know the meaning of growing up. Composition 2: I grew up at that moment.

Another year has passed, and the new year has arrived. I am one year older, and every year will leave me with memories of growing up.

One evening, after I finished my homework, my father went to send it to me. It was ready, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen and wanted to try cooking with my mother. I told my mother what I thought, and my mother happily agreed.

I saw it before! When my mother cooks, I need to pour the oil first, so I slowly pour the yellow oil into the pot. My mother taught me how to turn on and off the gas stove. The dish I cooked today was shredded potatoes and pine nuts and corn. After my mother finished cutting the ingredients, I turned on the gas and poured the shredded potatoes and carrots into the pot. Suddenly the oil "jumped" and I was so scared that I backed away. My mother told me not to be afraid, it would be fine in a few minutes. After a few seconds, the oil stopped "jumping". I picked up the spatula and stirred it back and forth. Then I added some prepared seasonings and continued to stir-fry. When it felt cooked, my mother asked me to taste it, and I tasted it. I took a bite and it was so delicious!

Then, I poured a little oil into another pot and turned on the prepared corn kernels, diced carrots, and diced cucumbers. Pour them into the pot together and stir-fry. I worked harder and became more skillful than before. My mother stood beside me with a smile on her face. After finishing the meal, my father came back and praised me. I was able to cook two dishes.

Time is gone forever, it comes and goes in a hurry, as light as the wind and as thin as the rain! I cherish every little thing in my life. This cooking time made me truly appreciate the hard work and difficulty of my parents - at that moment, I grew up! At that moment, I grew up. Essay 3

In the past, I was particularly afraid of being alone at home, so my mother bought a kitten to accompany me, but I was still afraid.

One day, my mother received a temporary meeting assignment. She said, She will be back in half an hour, the rice is in the pot, you can eat it when you take it out, and she asked me to stay at home.

I was very scared at the time, but in order not to delay my mother's work, I still bravely said: "Mom, go ahead, it's okay. I have grown up, you don't have to worry." After my mother left, I suddenly got into bed and Dare to speak out, thinking: When will mom come back? What should I do if bad guys come? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. At this time, my kitten pressed its little paws on my feet, as if to say: Master, don’t be afraid, I will protect you! I thought, it’s okay, I can definitely overcome my fear, come on!

Not long after, my mother came back with an anxious look on her face. When she saw that I had finished my meal and was playing with the kitten, she smiled happily. At that moment, I felt that I had grown up! He is no longer that timid kid! At that moment I grew up. Composition 4

Growth is like a desert, recording the footprints of my growth; growth is like a big river, setting off waves in my growth; growth, It's like a diary recording the ups and downs of my growth.

Last year, because of my handwriting problems, my mother enrolled me in a calligraphy class. When I took a calligraphy class for the first time, the teacher taught me how to hold the pen correctly. Because the way I usually hold the pen was different from the method taught by the teacher, the pen was like a naughty child and would not obey my orders. Unconvinced, I held the pen hard and wrote intermittently. I saw that the words I wrote were crooked, as if I was performing a yangko dance, and like a swaying baby walking unsteadily. I frowned, thinking a little.

In the following days, I worked hard to write every stroke according to the teacher's instructions. Whenever I saw that my handwriting was not good, I would tear off a page from the draft book. , I reflected for a long time and started writing again. After I finished writing, I was not satisfied, so I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. I just wrote, threw, and wrote again, writing with the tip of the pen on the paper for two full hours every day, as if I was pouring out all the reluctance in my heart. I kept writing for more than a year. In the calligraphy class, the teacher saw that my handwriting had improved a lot and praised me in class. The other students looked at me with approval. I felt very happy and had a smile on my face.

At that moment, I grew up! I want to work tirelessly for my dreams.