How to Write an Essay 65 My Spiritual Growth Path

We are bound to go through a lot of things along the way to growth. However, when we look back on these things when we grow up, whether it is sadness or happiness, whether it is suffering or happiness, we will feel very beautiful and we will regard him as a treasure. Of course, this is what my mother told me, and my mother is already from the past, and I believe what she said.

There were a lot of thrilling things that happened to me growing up. There are some things that my mom has left with lifelong regrets because it has left scars on my body that will never be erased. It doesn't matter to me, because it's all the result of my naughtiness.

Let me take you on a journey to see how I grew up!

When I was a child, I loved Ultraman, and when my parents were at home, they would often play games about Ultraman with me. One of the most common lines in the game is: "I'm a little bumpy, and the monster will die!"

When I was a kid, I couldn't speak clearly) Mom and Dad were very cooperative with me, they often played some bad characters who were eliminated by Ultraman, and when I jumped in front of them and launched a "ray", they pretended to be dead, and I "flew" away. This kind of game fulfills my desire to be a righteous and brave person.

Sometimes Mom and Dad don't have time to play with me, and I play hard by myself. I remember one day at noon when I was six years old, I was watching Ultraman at home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and Ultraman on TV was transforming, so I followed the random comparison, Ultraman did somersaults, I rolled on the ground, Ultraman was fighting monsters, and I slapped the pillow .........Anyway, what Ultraman is doing, I'll try to imitate as much as possible. In the end, Ultraman made a super jump, I climbed onto the sofa and jumped down, but my feet were unsteady and I landed, "bang" a direct blood, and then a scream that pierced the sky, "Wow, wow, wow, wow" Mom ran over to take a look, she was scared, blood was flowing straight from her forehead, Mom hurriedly pressed the bleeding with a towel, and then hugged me and ran to the hospital.

On the way, an uncle saw it and hurriedly helped my mother carry me into the health station, and finally got eight stitches, leaving a crescent-shaped scar of nearly four centimeters on my forehead, and now I have become a "Erlang Zhenjun" ......This is my mother's lifelong regret.

I was a cyclist at the time, and our building was in front of the school, and there was a big slope. One evening, I went to ride a bicycle, my mother and others were swinging the gantry formation, I braked downhill and didn't stabilize my chin on the ground, my chin was deformed, my relatives said that I had changed, and I became the "beauty tip" of Lin Chiling, who had many girls who wanted to come!

I have experienced many injuries such as bruises, bruises, etc., but when I was older, my mother didn't care about me, she let me face these small uncertainties on my own, which made me braver and made me stronger.

On my way up, there were a lot of setbacks, but I didn't bow my head, there were joys, sorrows and pains, and this is the best!

Everyone has their own dreams, and so do I. But my dream is not to be a lawyer, not a doctor, not an actor, not even a profession! My dream may be ridiculous to adults, but it's what I've been looking for!

My dream is to have a colorful life for myself! I want it to be a beautiful painting, it should not only have bright colors, but also dull colors, I don't rule out that this painting has some black, but I will cherish these dull colors! Isn't it, just ask me, how can a brightly colored painting highlight its beauty more if it does not add a little dull color?

Life is like a painting, and the bright colors in the painting represent the beautiful and happy times of life. The dull colors in the painting represent the difficult and unpleasant times in life. Maybe you think it's not nice to have a flat and beautiful road, but I don't think so.

What is the meaning of a person if his life is flat? Life is only a few decades, and I want him to come to the end, and every memory will be fulfilling!

Love is like sunshine, let the seeds of the soul germinate and grow. The night was dark, people were lonely, only the stars blinked lazy sleepy eyes and looked at me writing under the light, in the rustle of the tip of the pen and the paper, the door opened, my mother walked in, and Zhou Bu carried "Mom hasn't slept yet." "A touch of emotion welled up in my heart.

A glass of water has been quietly placed on the table. Looking up and meeting my mother's soft gaze, "Go to bed early, it's late." The dazzling white hair on my mother's temples under the light made me feel distressed, "Well, you go back to sleep first, I'm almost done writing, I'll sleep right away."

The water glides through the tip of the tongue and flows into the heart, and the thoughts drift into the distance: in the early morning, you have carefully advised; With your wordless company at night; Wake up in a dream, with your gentle comfort; In the face of setbacks, there is your affectionate encouragement ......Mom, how can I repay you! Mom, your love, warm and delicate, grows with me.

The wind was gentle, the clouds were still there, and that autumn, I stepped into the door of this century-old school. Timidly, I walked into the classroom and formed a lifelong teacher-student relationship with you. Now, two years have passed, and your love for us, we will always remember.

I still remember that day the sun was like fire, the plastic runway was filled with a scorching atmosphere, three laps down, everyone was sweating, full of redness, I was usually weak and squatted on the ground, you walked towards me quickly, your eyes were full of concern and anxiety, "What's wrong with you, are you okay?" "Teacher, I'm fine......"Looking at your smooth cheeks in the past, but now there are fine lines, I can't help but moisten my eyes slightly: I can't forget, the scorching sun, you poured water bottles one by one for our fifty children during military training; I can't forget that in order to enrich our extracurricular life, you paid for "The Reader" for us; I can't forget that the cold wind was cold, and you ran ...... the playground with usTeacher, your love is like a sweet spring and clear, growing with me.

The snow is thick, the wilderness is vast, and this winter is so snowy, in one day, the whole campus has become a world of pink makeup. However, sitting at the door during the evening self-study, I no longer have the leisure to enjoy this beautiful snowy scene: the cold wind swished through the crack of the door, my hands were a little stiff from the cold, and the handwriting began to be distorted.

A fluffy glove reached in front of him, "Here, bring it." The eyes of the tablemate flashed with sincerity, "Well, thanks." "The frozen hand burrowed into the thick gloves with body temperature, and the heart was full of emotion, and the boat of memory began to pass through the river of youth:

In class, we had a lively discussion, and our faces were red; In the dormitory, we laughed and relaxed. Occasional friction will be reconciled by a joke; One person's food will become a shared ...... for the whole dormitoryClassmates, your love, sincerity, and kindness are the testimony of my youth.