Composition, I grew up. How to write, how to write an essay when I grow up

Most people's dream is to be a teacher, a doctor, or a chairman. As for me, I want to be a heroic policeman. Some people say:

Girl, what kind of policeman? If you want me to say, you might as well be a teacher. "Why should I think that?

Don't worry, and listen to me slowly. Since I was a child, I didn't like to eat, and my parents tried all kinds of ways, but they couldn't help it. At that time, my family lived on the second floor, and my grandfather shouted down:

Ay! Police! My child doesn't eat, so come up and take him away!"

When I heard this, I quickly ate the rice, and there was not a grain of rice left. When the grandfather saw this, he said downstairs, "Hey, my child is eating, you don't have to come up."

The pedestrians downstairs looked up in surprise. I don't know why, I've been afraid of the police since I was a child. As I grew up, after watching the TV series, I was more afraid and admired them more.

I cried a lot when I was a kid. Once I went out to dinner, my parents' classmates were there, and among them was an honorable policeman. I didn't know what was going on, so I cried.

No one comforted me, so they let me cry. When it was over, the policeman picked me up and put me on his shoulder, and I felt as if I was standing on the shoulders of a giant, and I felt very short to see anything. I looked curiously and stopped crying.

I know: the police are also very kind, which is not very consistent with the TV series "Ren Changxia", and is not at all the same as the mighty and ruthless police in my mind. Only a cordial police officer will be respected and loved.

When I grow up, I must become a people's policeman, a mighty people's policeman with feelings! Only then will people embrace you and respect you.

Use your imagination, in fact, it basically means the same as ideals.

Think about your future career, will you go to ** travel or something.

I really grew up in the spring of 2013. When I grew up, I learned to chew the ups and downs alone, and no longer easily wrote joys, sorrows, and sorrows on my face; When I grew up, I said goodbye to the naughty frolicking without scruples like a tomboy, and I had a bit of ladylike dignity and shyness; As I grew up, I learned to think of the most beautiful thoughts in the sunset, and wrote my secrets in a locked diary. I really grew up.

I really grew up in the spring of 2013. When I grew up, I was a little flower. I learned to roar in the wind and rain, endure the loneliness of the roots, and withstand the ridicule of the towering trees.

As a result, she can bloom a touch of youth in the sun. Because she never thinks that her status is humble, she is willing to decorate the world with a touch of color, even if it is insignificant, and adheres to the dedication of "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers". I really grew up in the spring of 2013.

I fell in love with this warm and elegant poetry. In "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world" to understand the helplessness of growth; In "although it is hard to find thousands of waters, blowing all the sand to gold", I learned the persistence of struggle; In "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love", I tasted the true meaning of friendship; In "people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete" I realized the broadness of my mind; In "Don't worry about the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you?" "The good wishes of youth are opened.

I grew up, and when I grew up, I wrote the selflessness of my mother's love in the beautiful picture of the big bird tirelessly feeding the little chicks every day, the helplessness of the old tree in the bleak autumn wind, and the beautiful dream in my heart on the wings of the big eagle flying in the sky. So, pour a glass of wine made from a smile for yourself as you grow up, serve a pot of tea made of cheers, look up at the sky, there are no floating clouds in the blue sky, no pigeons fly by, and taste the fruits of growth. I feel that life is a small river, and growth is like a fishing net, catching the joy and sorrow of growing up, and these joys and sorrows are like jasmine flowers at the entrance, constantly reminiscing and reminiscing in the mouth.

I really grew up in the spring of 2013. Under the blue sky, by the stream, the grass is growing wildly. The green of life stretches inch by inch.

I grew up. When I was a child, I always relied on my parents for whatever I did. In the blink of an eye, I was ten years old, but in the eyes of my parents, I was still an ignorant little girl, they didn't worry about letting me do anything, in order to prove that I had grown up, I was looking for opportunities to perform everywhere.

One morning, I woke up early, and I was just about to say to my dad that I was going to have breakfast, when I saw a note on the table that read:

Child: We're on a business trip, and we'll be back in two days, and my grandparents will come to accompany you later.

It turns out that my parents have gone on a business trip, and they usually prepare breakfast for me, but now they are not at home, and my grandparents have not yet come, what should I do? By the way, I just tried to make my own breakfast. I first took out the ham and eggs in the refrigerator, and then took out 2 slices of bread in the bread box, I followed my mother's example, first broke the eggshell and put the eggs in a small bowl, then added a piece of butter to the pot, then turned on the gas, poured the eggs in the bowl into the pot, only to hear a squeak, the egg turned into a fat doll in the oil, fried for a while, and the delicious poached egg was finished.

I took out my knife again and cut the ham piece by piece and neatly. I put the bread in the oven and baked it for a while, and then, I sandwiched a slice of ham and a poached egg between the bread, and the delicious breakfast was finally announced. I ate it with relish, and I felt that the breakfast was particularly fragrant.

Through this incident, I found that I had really grown up and become capable, and when my parents came home, I would definitely let them taste the breakfast I made!

He wrote the essays one by one as follows:

When I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up, because when I was tired of my mother's nagging and went to kindergarten, I was an obedient child, and I would never trouble others with what I could do, such as washing a handkerchief. Once I went to the mall with my mother, and when I saw that the doll of my dreams was no longer crying and holding it, I asked my mother: "Mom, Mom, have I grown up?"

Mom Zhengse said: "Child, you are not an adult orange cover" "What is growing up" Mom didn't give me a reasonable explanation, I was disappointed! Hope to grow up!

When I was in elementary school, I wore a red scarf for the first time, and when I returned home, I said to my mother, "Is this growing up, no, this is not growing up." "Once again, my expectations have been disappointed, and I hope to grow up!

When I was in junior high school, with a lot of novelty and a lot of dreams, I stepped into the gate of junior high school, and all kinds of things there made me feel fresh, and there were countless differences from elementary school, and I asked my mother the same topic I grew up, and my mother said, "No, when you grow up, you will understand." "The happy mood is swept away, and I look forward to growing up!

When I was in junior high school, with a lot of novelty and a lot of dreams, I stepped into the gate of junior high school, and all kinds of things there made me feel fresh, and there were countless differences from elementary school, and I asked my mother the same topic I grew up, and my mother said, "No, when you grow up, you will understand." "The happy mood is swept away, and I look forward to growing up!

Once, when my grandmother was sick, I brought water and medicine to my grandmother, until my grandmother got better, and my mother said to me, "Son, you have grown up, because you have learned what duty is, otherwise, you will never grow up!" "I understood what it means to grow up in the true sense of the word!

Essay Genre:

Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought and linguistic organization. Essays are divided into elementary school essays, middle school essays, and college essays Wu Qiao (**). Essay genres include:

Narrative, expository, practical, and deliberative**.