An essay growth, sometimes just a momentary thing .

Standing at the intersection of the thirteen-year-old, looking into the distance, it is a winding path, and the footprints on the path behind me are the footprints of my growth and exploration. Looking back on the footprints along the way, I found that every step is a classic.

Seven-year-old timid.

The small courtyard is full of golden sunshine. With my roller skates, I clung to the fence by the wall, not daring to take a step forward. Mom smiled and said to me

Don't shoot, as long as you take this step, you will definitely learn to roller skate. As he spoke, he patted me on the head, his eyes full of encouragement. Finally, I lifted my foot tremblingly and took a small step forward cautiously.

This step was full of timidity, but I chose to face it.

Nine-year-old lost.

I have always been very strong, and once again I got the "lowest score" in the math test, and after I got the test paper, those eye-catching red numbers easily pierced all my defenses. pinching the test paper, he knocked on the door with tears. Dad stood in front of the door and said to me:

One failure does not mean anything, only by analyzing the reasons for the failure can you achieve success later. With that, my dad and I came to the desk, analyzed the causes of the mistakes one by one, and finally won the fruits of success with our strength after overcoming one difficulty after another.

This step was full of sadness, and I chose to be strong.

Eleven years old joy.

The thick rope swung up and down in front of my eyes, and I finally rushed in with a lunge and jumped violently. The big rope was "stuck" by me. But I was not discouraged and tried again.

Holding my breath, I jumped into the middle of the loud bang as fast as I could, jumped lightly, and ran out. I learned to dance the gods, and I finally made it!

This step was full of joy, and I chose to try.

Thirteen years old insisted.

The life of junior high school is not the frolicking on the playground after school in elementary school, and the relaxation of watching TV after finishing homework, but instead the footsteps of hurried departure after the class bell rings and are filled with daytime lights. I understand that the junior high school continent is full of sweat and thorns, but only by persevering forward can we reach the other side of our dreams.

This step was full of hardships, but I chose to persevere.

Looking back at the footprints full of good memories, looking at the road ahead, I don't know how many winds and rains, how many ups and downs are waiting for us. Pack your bags and I'll be on my way again. I believe that every step in the future will be beautiful, because the road ahead is full of hope!

It is often said that "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow", but at the age of sixteen, I always have lingering sorrow in my heart. Due to long-term neglect of studies, my grades have been hovering at the bottom. Although I always pretend to be calm in front of everyone, I feel unspeakably bitter in my heart.

I thought: I'm not as smart as other students! However, that extremely ordinary scene inadvertently subverted my understanding of myself.

On the street that day, I saw a disabled man who had lost his hands splashing ink on the paper with his feet, writing his own elegance. At that moment, my heart swelled. I can't help but ask myself:

What am I frustrating about? Why is it that people with physical disabilities can overcome difficulties and work hard to live, but I, who have a healthy body, put myself in a shadow? I remembered a movie I had watched "The Happiness Line Behind the Dark Clouds", and when I watched it, I only thought the plot was interesting, but when I looked back, didn't the movie promote a positive and optimistic attitude towards life - no matter what kind of predicament, it will always pass, right?

At that moment, I suddenly realized how ridiculous my previous actions were, and since I was not good at studying, why didn't I spend my sad time studying? When you lament that you don't see the sunrise, you miss the sunset. At that moment, I thought about it a lot; At that moment, I forgot a lot; At that moment, I grew.

Time flies, I'm growing up, and you're getting older.

Since birth, people have been growing up, not outwardly. There is also spiritual growth, however, spiritual growth is often only in a moment.

The winter sun shines warmly on everything in the world. Shine on the person's body, pull out a long shadow, and everything is so harmonious.

I slouched on the windowsill, basking in the warm sun. I'm 16 years old, but I'm still pampered by my parents. I always felt like a child who didn't grow up.

My mother had just finished washing her hair, and she sat on the side and wiped her hair with a towel. I turned back to my parents and said, "Mom, I'll help you blow your hair." Mother visibly froze. Because before that, I had never helped my mother blow her hair. Mother laughed; Say hello.

It was quiet in the room, and only the sound of a hair dryer could be heard. , the mother's hair exudes a burst of fragrance, which is the smell of shampoo and the smell of mother.

Strands of my mother's hair passed through my hands, and my eyes were already full of tears, because I saw my mother's black hair, and I don't know when there were more gray hairs. One, two ......Lots of roots.

I looked in the mirror at my mother's figure, and she already had crow's feet in the corners of her eyes. Mother has begun to grow old. And I'm growing up, but I'm not growing up.

At that moment, I regretted a little, regretted my willfulness, regretted my ignorance, regretted my vexatious demands at times.

At the same time, at that moment, I seemed to have grown a lot. In the future, I will carry these regrets, be more considerate of my parents, and at the same time, do what I can for them.

Growing up is really simple, because sometimes, growth is just a moment.

In the past, I was very timid, and I always shy back when I encountered problems, and I didn't dare to say hello to people. But since I participated in Ms. Ma Li's reading club, I have gradually found my self-confidence.

When I was in second grade, I would go to the book club with my mom every Saturday. Before class one day, Ms. Ma Li said that there would be a reading sharing session next Saturday, and each student would share a book they liked.

When we got home, my mom and I got ready. I chose a copy of "Big Bear Who Loves to Read Stories", and my mother helped me make a PPT, and I introduced the content of the book. The first day or two I was still very interested, but on the third day, I was a little scared because I kept forgetting words.

At this time, my mother patiently accompanied me to practice and constantly encouraged me. With my mother's encouragement, I continued to practice ...... seriously

A week passed quickly. On the day of the official presentation, my heart was pounding with nervousness. When it was my turn, I cautiously walked up to the stage, holding the microphone in one hand and a page-turning pen in the other, and began to share my experience of reading the first book.

But when I told me about the hostess who had found the bear, I suddenly forgot my words, and stood there dumbfounded, helpless. At this time, there was a sudden applause from the audience, and I once again mustered up the courage to finish the rest in one go.

If there is a chance to show it in the future, I will definitely make more preparations. Let's learn to appreciate ourselves, let's cheer for ourselves!

Child Yangpu's...

The title of this essay is: "Growth" and "Moments".

The so-called growth is the transformation from A to B, and in the text, you must mention what kind of person you were before, but what kind of change has happened after this incident, the so-called instant is to mention the words "at that moment" and "at that moment" in the text.

I wrote about the sadness of my classmates when they went back to study and parted, which was something I personally experienced, so I wrote it quite well.

It's really hard to find specific articles. Can only tell you how to write.

One thing growing up.

Just as a beautiful butterfly has the sky the moment it emerges from its cocoon, it takes many transformations in a person's life to grow. In growing up, we need to experience many people and many things, learn to survive from others, and learn to communicate with others; Learn to deal with problems from things, learn to face setbacks ......Now, I have encountered such an incident in my growth that I am so unforgettable, I can't sleep at night, and I don't know where to go......

That day, the math teacher, in his usual stern tone, told us about the last exam. I got the paper, and when I looked at the bright red score on it, tears flowed down unscrupulously, "70 points". Oh, my God!

You know, I've never had such a low score, and it's still math! The teacher was speaking on the stage, and there was a rustle of correction from below, and my hands were writing mechanically, but there was endless sadness in my mind. In my heart, it was so heavy that it was suffocating, and a thunder shot was very hideous.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds, and it was already pouring rain in my heart. Finally, when the teacher announced the end of school, I sat there and slapped me at the table, "Why don't you leave?" "You go first!

My voice was dry, and a wave of sadness hit me. I could only hear my sobs in the empty classroom, and the boundless darkness gradually filled the entire classroom, and the whole heart.

When I picked up my bag and walked out of the classroom slowly, it was already pouring rain outside. I slowly walked into the rain curtain, and the rain suddenly surrounded me, but I didn't feel it at all, until I stopped crying, and I realized that I had become a "rain man". Walking, walking, I suddenly felt my feet slip, and then I fell to the ground and it was still a mud puddle!

From time to time, passers-by also pointed, "You said this young man is ...... now."At such a young age, how can this be! "Alas! There is no ...... saved"When I heard these words, I felt very uncomfortable.

I didn't say anything, what else can I say? I slowly got up, and the moment I got up, I suddenly understood something. Isn't that 70 points a challenge in life?

Yes, as long as you don't give up, you will succeed! To run on the road of life, courage can overcome everything!

Qu Yuan said well, "The road is long, and I will go up and down to seek." What's more, "I was born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when she is gone"! Yes, the road of life is long and bumpy, only with confidence and courage can you have the last laugh!

At this time, it was as if I had cleared the dark clouds, and the sky cleared, and a rainbow was erected. People are to be strong!

The moment of growth.

Those clear and bright youth, those lonely and flying years, those clean and sweet dreams, those tedious and sad years, those silent floating clouds that have been flowing above our heads, those winds that have been with us whistling, those pasts that disappeared at a touch, those yesterdays that disappeared faintly, those that once were, I miss and cherish.

In the summer of 2005, the sun was dazzling. I stood on the empty and silent playground of the schoolyard and looked at the weeds around me. The past time converges into a period of flying and bright youth, slowly flowing through my palm, although I am reluctant, but my heart is warm and satisfied.

As I said goodbye to my elementary school years, I began to feel a nostalgia that I had never felt before. Those warm times in the old and quaint classrooms, those leisure times walking among the seasonal flowers along the way, they have always been silent, but I still clearly remember those ordinary and warm days in my alma mater. Our youth and enthusiasm blooming on our own "stage".

That year with meager memories, the moon flowers bloomed a brilliant season.

But in the blink of an eye, time passed like this. The images that never came back, those chaotic and insipid pictures, came to my mind clearly. I think they are worth remembering.

Standing on the podium in front of the classroom, you can see the sunset slowly disappearing in the twilight, as if you see the teacher's face, see the colorful ** that you read with your peers in the self-study class, and see the path full of strong summer atmosphere; I saw the ...... of fine pieces of sunlight passing through the gaps in the leaves

Everything makes me feel a touch of nostalgia and reluctance. At the end of the summer of 2005, the wind howled, taking away the last shred of summer heat. I stood in the shade of a tree and listened to the flow of time.

Shredded sunlight gently fell into my eyes. Fifteen-year-old me grew up lonely and calm in the wind, standing on campus to see the vastest sky and listen to the quietest rain.

A year passed quietly in the palm of my hand. I looked back and stared at the fragments of the past, the deep memories of the past that wafted with the fragrance of flowers. Then I raised my head and walked firmly forward with my tiny but clear dreams.

Time is like water, and I smile and miss moving forward.