Essay on me growing up, no less than 400 words, be quick.

Lying on the grass, I found that the migratory birds of the north flew away from the south; A rainbow appears in the blue sky. It's like a kindergarten literacy. Looking up at the sky, I seem to feel that childhood is getting farther and farther away for me......

I left the cradle with amazement and learned to see the world with my eyes, and I was no longer the little kid who threw myself in my mother's arms and listened to lullabies all day long.

As the days passed, I was alone looking for the one who grew up.

Indeed, I grew up.

There are more and more secrets in my heart, and the memories when I am injured are becoming more and more profound, all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows, alone, in the dim light, in the bed, I slowly taste the ...... alone

Sour, sweet, bitter, or salty. was innocent and happy before, and I don't know when I said goodbye; The heavy responsibility of going to a key school, and I don't know when it came to my shoulders, I wandered in the lost and wandering world, wandering ......

I've grown up and should take on some responsibilities.

In the nagging of my parents, I seemed to understand the term "growing up", but I didn't understand it, I wanted to hear it, but I didn't want to hear it.

I grew up and learned to share pain and sorrow.

Grandpa's last testament, my parents followed it, and I obediently carried it out, which is a kind of sharing.

As I grew up, I don't know how many times I wrote it, how many times I heard it, how many times I said it, but I never thought about what it really meant. Growing up means being more mature and steady.

I've grown up, and I've grown up in the long river of memories!

Time flies, like a meteor across the sky. Suddenly, I went from a babbling little ghost to a big kid who was about to enter middle school. Before I could taste it, my childhood abandoned me and left ......

When I was a child, I was really happy: playing hide-and-seek with my friends in the yard to count one, two, three; ran all over the yard with them, fell and lay on the ground with a blue nose and swollen face; mud fights in mudflats; climbing trees on the streets; Splash ...... by the pondThe simple words that were once laughable and laughable are no longer spit out of the mouth, the once infuriating calamities are no longer broken, the games that were once so happy are no longer possible, and the freedoms that were once precious are no longer possessed.

Yes, I've grown up, I don't even know myself anymore, my once simple eyes are gone, those soft little hands are gone, and my sweet voice is gone.

I grew up. is no longer the naïve elementary school student who picks up and drops off all day, but has become a middle school student who cares about himself.

I remember one time, when I came home from school and saw the mess in my house, suddenly a new idea came to my mind - why not help my mother clean the house! Okay, just do it, so I picked up the cleaning tools and started cleaning the house. After about two hours of cleaning, I was so tired that my back hurt, and I felt that my mother was too hard, too hard.

In that instant, I grew up, and I could proudly say to myself, "I've grown up!" ”

Before I knew it, I was growing up. I'm no longer naïve, I'm not in the era of child's play, I don't have to worry about my parents, I can call the shots.

When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly, but now I am a little adult, always worried, growing up is not fun, I am always worried, and there are too many housework. I was the youngest in my family, so I didn't have to work. Now that I'm older, the housework is all on me.

Hey, I really don't want to?

Walking down the street, everyone looked at me with wide eyes, and I was curious. Is there something wrong with me, I quickly self-reflect and check the right one again. "It's not proper" is a neuropathy, it's really inexplicable.

Later, I found the answer in the eyes of a young man, am I an adult, my special position in the crowd? When I came to the vegetable market, even the vegetable seller aunt I was familiar with stopped calling me a child, did I really grow up? It made me feel excited and worried for a while.

I seemed to have the right in my family, and when I was younger, it was my turn to give advice. I've become qualified. When my dad was doing things, he would always consult with me and listen to my advice. Gradually, I became a housekeeper.

My mother will spoil me anymore and let me do what I can. It seems that when you grow up, you really have a lot of troubles, and you can't escape it. I thought: It's really hard to be an adult, now I face the reality and go strong.

I'm quietly growing.

"Growth" is a topic that everyone is familiar with, and everyone is growing every minute. We have experienced all the way from childhood to adulthood, and no one will say "I jumped out of the crack in the stone, and I was born so big"; No one will say, "I grew up without happiness, sadness and sorrow." I am in the 15-year-old flowering season, and I can clearly feel youth and touch growth.

Get up! People who do not want to be slaves ......"Every time I hear this inspiring national anthem in the tranquility, I go crazy and feel the urge to jump off the building. I secretly complained in my heart:

I had just slept for a few minutes when the alarm went off. Then he reluctantly changed out of his pajamas, and then kicked him out of bed with extreme violence as if he had a grudge against the national anthem. This human tragedy has been re-screened every day like watching a movie since the beginning of school.

My growth has been more reluctant, but less lazy. Recently, there were some small pimples on my cheeks, and my mother said that it was a sign of youth, a proof that I had grown up. But I still looked at them like an enemy, and started my "war pox" plan.

I threw all the baby facial cleansers in the bathroom into the trash and replaced them with a cleansing skin care type; I gave my favorite junk food in the refrigerator to my neighbor's little sister without reservation. Since then, I have only eaten the "tender grass" that goats eat for three meals a day. At this moment, how I want to shout "I'm a carnivore".

Gradually, I went from radiant and hungry to listless, but they still grew tenaciously on my face, and even multiplied. Fortunately, my mind was not so stubborn, and I stopped my crazy plans before I could starve to death. As it grows, I grow with it, and I don't believe that when I'm seventy or eighty, it still shines on my face.

Gradually, I returned to my peaceful life and vowed never to eat "grass" again. My growth is less beautiful, but more cheerful. On the road of growth, I have been appreciating all the way, appreciating its bitterness and sweetness.

Growth, when growth is in progress, my growth is my decision, towards the sunshine, set off!