Growth Essay Revision 20, Growth Essay Revision

There was a vegetable patch in front of the house, and since it was fenced off, a tree has grown on the side. Since it doesn't interfere with growing vegetables, I haven't touched it all the time. Later, the vegetable patch was deserted, the fence was gone, and there was an extra tree in front of the door.

When the child was two years old, he went to the countryside once and came back to me and asked, "Mom, there is a jujube tree in grandpa's yard, and this one in our house is also a jujube tree, right?" ”

Things that adults don't care about, when asked by children, are very complicated. After listening to my son's question, I immediately hesitated, I really didn't know what kind of tree it was. So every time someone came, I asked them if they knew the tree.

One day, a friend from the agricultural school came to drink tea and catch up, and I led him to the yard: "You should know this tree, right?" He looked at it for a moment and said:

It is a plum tree, and you can tell it by looking at the leaves. That night, I told my son, "You will have plums to eat in the future, and the tree in our house is a plum tree."

The former was "The Plum Tree" Cold and summer, day after day, the plum tree grew day by day. It blooms in the same year that the child moves from kindergarten to elementary school. At this time, when his father came from the country, he looked at the plum tree in front of the house and said:

You have cherries to eat that day, and you see how luxuriant the cherry tree is in front of your door. ”

Grandpa, that's a plum tree. ”

Silly boy, what does the plum tree look like, can I not know? This one in your house is a cherry tree. ”

The plum tree, which we called for three years, turned out to be a cherry tree.

After my father left, the cherry tree began to fall, and a few green fruits began to show After my father left, the cherry tree began to fall, and a few green fruits began to show. While the son was waiting to eat the cherries, for some unknown reason, several visible fruits on the tree began to fall off until there was no one left. No one cared about that tree again.

One day in late autumn, someone in front of the house was measuring the land and heard that the development company was going to build a building here. A lineman shouted there: "Whose walnut tree is this, move it quickly, the excavator will come tomorrow."

Obviously our cherry tree, how did it become a walnut tree again? I came out of the house and said, "That's our cherry tree."

Cherry? I haven't seen a cherry tree, haven't I eaten a cherry? There's a walnut hanging on it.

The lineman said as he pointed to the treetops. There was indeed a small walnut hanging there. The tree in front of our house is not a cherry tree, it's a walnut tree.

Ten years have passed, and every time I think of the tree in our house, there is always an indescribable emotion in my heart. This tree has been crowned and worn by us many times, and finally it is a small fruit that confirms its true identity to us.

It wants me to know that as a human being, you have to give your fruits, otherwise no one in the world will really know you.

Revelation – You must give your fruit, otherwise no one in this world will really know you. The former was "Walnut Tree".

The amount of homework is "difficult" and there is little play, and the seriousness of the teacher "hinders" the laughter and the heavy pressure, which "creates" us in the dream - the growing pains. Open the thick book of memories, and the thoughts are a little bit, maybe some of the past that you are tired of looking back on.

At the beginning of the "arrival", a fragile me, was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy" and fired a shot, the vulnerable me, sacrificed on the "blood" field, but a "sleep with a lamp to read the scroll, dream back to the bell and recite poems" I stood up again. During those years, I was confused in the dark, and in addition to studying, sometimes I would find a place on the grass that had not yet withered yellow, and sometimes I would be in front of my desk or by the windowsill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance fighting, just to give out the last trace of bright green. What kind of trees are those?

I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, my heart is full of thoughts, and when my eyes return to the tree, my mood suddenly brightens, the stress is gone, and I can devote myself to my busy studies.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has filled the "world", and my mood is boiling.

My hard work, overcoming troubles, overcoming everything, so that it seems to be the last mountain slippery old silk bright green, the same as the brilliance of midsummer. "The teenager doesn't know the taste of 'annoyance'", but at the turn of this "mountain and water", if anyone relaxes, what awaits you is to tease the "swamp thousands of miles, thorny bushes". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "willows and flowers, green mountains and green waters".

Do you really want to let your troubles turn into wisps of smoke, entangle your soul, make you bored, and make you miserable?

If growing up is a book, then troubles are typos hidden in the depths of the paragraphs; If growth is a blank slate, then troubles are a blemish attached to the back. These tiny things seem to be familiar, as if they have been bothering us, in the nature of growing up, the past like a breeze of learning, is now blown away in the depths of memory by the storm of learning and pressure attack.

The temperature of the tea was no longer felt in the hands, and the fog that permeated the room quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "bitterness and happiness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growth, "annoyance and annoyance", time is also "walking", and the experience is "more", and taste the tea again, the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the soul.......

The river of years flows slowly, the footprints of growth are deeply left, and suddenly looking back, there are strings of deep or shallow footprints left on the road of growing up, recording joy and sorrow, accompanying me all the way.

When I was a child, I always loved to play with my friends in the sand pit downstairs, stepping on a grain of extremely soft sand, how happy and comfortable. Accidentally, I fell down and struggled to get up. A series of footprints appeared behind us, and the sun shone on our smiling faces, and the smile became even brighter.

Those series of footprints record joy, record my growth. When I was a child, I was happy and carefree, and I hope that I will always be when I was a child.

When I was in kindergarten, I loved to read books at that time. Every evening, I always pestered my mother to take me to the bookstore to read, through the bustling pedestrian street, to the door of the bookstore. When I was a child, I always loved to step on those big footprints printed on the door, how funny.

Although I don't have the same happiness as when I was a child, I do have another more fulfilling happiness, which is reading. Books take me to the ocean of knowledge, and the big footprints outside the bookstore are a testimony to my happy growth.

Now I'm in the eighth grade, and I'm overwhelmed by the pressure, and I've failed again and again.

Today, I failed the exam again, holding the math exam paper with less than eighty points in my hand, tears rolling in my eyes, and I was annoyed. Listlessly walking on the way home, I inadvertently stepped into the sand pit where I played there, a string of footprints came down, a gust of wind blew the test paper in my hand away, blown into the sand pit, I hurriedly went to pick it up, suddenly, I saw the footprints, reminded me of the happy footprints left by running here when I was a child, and also reminded me of the huge footprints that I stepped on in front of the sliding high door of the bookstore from kindergarten. Thinking of this, I smiled, and laughed from the bottom of my heart.

Ah, I see, in fact, happiness is with me, with my growth.

Isn't that failure and setback a reminder of happiness? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Only by withstanding the test can there be happiness, the fullest happiness.

Only laughter can make you feel the existence of happiness. Yes, I nodded firmly, I must work hard, I want to get good grades! I picked up the exam paper and strode home......Behind me there are a series of footprints, in the sunlight, it turns gold, it is the footprint that leads to success, to happiness.

Thanks to the footprints of growth, I have regained my self-confidence and the happiness I had when I was a child. Indeed, if you look closely, you will be defeated by Kai. And this happiness is like footprints that will always follow us and grow with us.

Growth Everything in the process of growth can make us understand the meaning of different growth. Yes, I grew up too, so let me talk about it.

In an art class in a cram school, the teacher told us: "Beauty is everywhere, so let's draw "beauty" on our feet today.

My curiosity surged up, isn't beauty in the heart, not beauty in the looks? But I never said that "beauty" can be used for painting, which is really strange.

The teacher first started with a student's feet: the slope-like instep and the arch-like soles of the feet, .......The teacher drew a cute giraffe on his feet, and a pair of clever eyes looked at everyone, as if to say, "Look! How beautiful I am. ”

The teacher's demonstration aroused great interest in Qingzhong, and everyone was eager to try. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I rested my feet on the stool and prepared for my creation. I dipped my brush in red paint and applied it evenly to my feet, and a red "sock" came out.

To make it look better, I also drew five small golden flowers on my toes and a cute panda on my instep, my feet are so beautiful!

Some classmates drew on the soles of other people's feet, and with a stroke of a large brush, a foreign boy with yellow hair and blue eyes appeared on the soles of the classmates' feet. Those five toes became the boy's hair, and as the toes twisted flexibly, the hair would flutter in the Doosan wind!

When we rushed to the teacher one by one and asked the teacher to rate it, the teacher boasted: "What beautiful feet!" ”

Oh, yes! A simple art lesson can make your feet beautiful. Isn't life full of beauty? Some people always like to say that they are not beautiful enough, how do they know that beauty is under their feet?

This incident made me realize that beautiful things are often waiting for us to discover and create.