A six hundred word essay on the topic of leaving a footprint

Every person from birth, is constantly growing, the body gradually from small to large, behavior from naïve and ignorant, to mature and sensible, in a series of transformation process, there are adventures, there are surprises, like the taste of green apples, sweet with sweet, sweet with sour, this taste of growth, particularly unforgettable. In fact, growth represents a series of changes, and although the process is bitter, the result is sweet. Also uh

I remember that during the summer vacation, I inadvertently opened the previous photo album, and found that there was a ** of my newborn appearance, small hands, squinting eyes, looking like a little fool, my mother told me: At that time, I didn't know how to make any trouble, I would only eat, drink, and sleep. Slowly, I began to flip, sit, crawl, and grow teeth and eat delicious food.

Soon, in the swing, I took the first step in my life, and from then on, the world became more vast, and I could move freely around.

Later, I began to babble, knowing that if I shouted "Russia", I would have something to eat, if I wanted a car, I would have toys to play with, and if I didn't want to take a bath, I would say: "Don't!" Knowing how to communicate with people in words, the world has become different, and the joy of this growth is indescribable.

Now I can not only walk, but also run, jump up: not only can I speak, but also write, draw, make friends, and the knowledge in my mind is getting richer and richer, from astronomy to geography. I am becoming more and more mature in dealing with others, knowing that we must be sincere and sincere in dealing with others, and we must be brave and responsible in doing things.

In the near future, I will enter puberty, and in appearance, my voice will become thicker, I will develop Adam's apple, and I will have pimples; Psychologically, I will become more mature and more stable, and after this series of changes, I will be like a caterpillar breaking out of the cocoon, becoming a beautiful butterfly, and facing a new future.

Growing up is a process that everyone must go through, as long as you face it with a normal heart, you will find that although the process is a little thrilling, it is also full of surprises.

In the process of my growth, although some things are small and the time is very short, they are a key stroke in the record book of my growth, and they have a strong color. Before graduating from primary school, I participated in the English Village for 13 days, but during these 13 days, I experienced a lot of hardships and joys. To this day, everything that happened at that time is like a shot, and the town bureau has passed through my mind one by one like a movie, all of which make me unforgettable.

When I left home for the first time, I was like a bird released back into nature, full of excitement and freedom, completely ignoring the repeated warnings of my parents and falling into a happy reverie. ......

But everything that happened next was so unsatisfactory, and countless difficulties soon came as promised. I have trouble swallowing food I don't like; In the face of a critical life teacher, I am cautious; In the face of foreign teachers who did not understand Chinese, I was isolated from the world; In the face of the "betrayal" of my good friend, my heart is like a knife; Faced with rigid dormitory rules, I was constrained. In this new environment, everything here is so oppressive that I can't breathe.

Without the promotion of my classmates, the preference of my teachers, and the care of my parents, I deeply realized how warm my home was and how weak I was.

So I stared at the ceiling in a daze. I'm a very self-respecting and sensitive girl who cares a lot about what others think, and I'm not good at expressing myself positively. In the six years of elementary school, I was able to get the love of my teachers and the praise of my classmates, which I had accumulated little by little for a long time.

And now in the face of so many difficulties, can I do it in the past 13 days? Will I be able to fit in with the group? Can it be recognized by others?

Can you show what you're capable of? I was neither sure nor willing to be so obscure, and I fell into contradictions several times. By chance, a sentence from a foreign teacher made me lose my hair, to the effect of:

If you can't change yourself, you can't fit in with society.

yes, why can't I change myself?! So, in class, I gradually had my wonderful speech; During recess, I can also hear the voice of gesturing and communicating with foreign teachers in English that I am not fluent in. In the dormitory, you will see my hard work when I am doing hygiene; Gradually, I had more and more classmates to laugh and play. Although all this was not enough for the teacher to recognize me, I tasted the true meaning of happiness from the communication again and again, felt the hardships of growing up, and also gained real friendship.

I'm tired, but I'm fulfilled. In the enrichment, I improved my self-care ability, knew how to deal with others, and learned to show myself boldly.

The 13-day life in the English Village gradually came to an end, but I changed from fear and determination to reluctance. In the final selection, I was unexpectedly rated as an outstanding student by the "villagers". This ordinary certificate of merit is a record of my growth, which I have exchanged for confidence, bravery, sweat and tears, and for me, it is so heavy and ......

Footprints of growth.

Growth is a path, which can lead the naïve to maturity; Growth is a path, which can lead the innocent to composure; Growth is a road, it can go through wind and rain, but also see the rainbow; Growth is a path, and if you feel sadness, you will have happiness.

Growth is a kind of responsibility, but also a kind of ease; Growing up is a pain, but it is also a happiness. I felt my own growth, which taught me to be considerate and grateful, tolerant and caring. That's how I grew up.

In the past, I always thought that my parents were too busy to accompany me on the way home, couldn't eat with me, and didn't care about my ......However, after experiencing something that I will never forget, I learned to grow and gained a lot.

It was a normal day, and the light rain hit the eaves with a crisp tinkling sound, making a little song of rain that echoed in the sky. I walked out of the school and looked at the jet-black color of the sky as if it were my face. I opened the umbrella as if nothing had happened, and let the raindrops drip on the umbrella in a transparent splash.

I stepped on the snow on the ground, and the "creaking" sound under my feet added a new note to the rain song. It's the weather of the lunar month, and the cold wind is blowing stupid Xunyuan, and even the trees are shivering from the cold. My heart is as cold and merciless as winter, frozen like a piece of ice.

I shrunk my stiff neck, quickened my pace, and ran back home.

Suddenly, I noticed that the security guard at the door looked at me, and picked up the ** next to me to report something to another person. I hurriedly found a hidden place where I could hear the voice, and listened quietly: "Hey, she's back."

Well, God love her in. Suddenly, I vaguely heard the tired voice on the other end, it was Dad. My heart was hot, and I heard my father anxiously ask me about my situation, and I seemed to see my father's kind face, full of traces of time, but still smiling kindly.

My tears welled up and I rushed home like an arrow from a string. I sat quietly in my deserted home, a drop of tears hitting the ground of Changlun, and there was infinite guilt inside.

Jingle bell - **ring, I hurriedly pounced**, ** came my mother's weak voice, she shushed me and asked for warmth. I gently put down the ** in my hand, tears welled up again, and my heart was like a knife. Is this what growth is?

Is this the pain of growing up?I asked myself over and over again, crying so much that I didn't stop crying until my eyes turned into two red and swollen "balls".

The door opened, Mom and Dad returned, and I pounced on them and gave them a big hug. I saw a smile of relief on their faces. Mom said, "Our daughter has grown up!".”

I whispered to myself, maybe, this is growth!

The road to growth is endless, the song of growth is sweet, and the price of growth is painful. I learned to be considerate and loving in the warm love of my father and mother, and I learned to be tolerant in the midst of pain. Step by step, I am growing and becoming more mature in the experience.

A thought of the end of the world is also close at hand, and a thought of extinguishing is also the end of the world.

Flying by quickly, it was the bright smile, waiting to open it again. The layers of silvery-white light, like the revelation of the dancing stars, are about to ignite the extinguished flame. Take me to the other side of my dreams, where there is a mysterious disappearance - the footprints of youth.

When he was young, he loved to play with mud. It looked like dirty sludge, but it was piled up with my original dream. It's as if anything you cherish can be shaped by your own hands, and although clumsy, you enjoy the process immensely.

As a result, beautiful fairy tales about princesses and princes and castles are born, and cute flora and fauna come to life. When I think about it now, I feel naïve, and there is still something warm in my heart between the chuckles. The mud has blurred the background color of childhood, and the footprints of youth have begun.

Growing up, I learned to be silent;Growing up, it turned out to be my own trouble.

It was when I turned back and saw the biggest footprints and flattered without my own.