Help write an essay on the topic of the joy of growing up Topic Highlights

How to copy it for someone, write about the process of playing with yourself or childhood.

Write it yourself, write whatever you want, write what you think!

The road of growth is sprinkled with hardships and tears, but the heart of helping others, as warm as a spring breeze, as warm as a fire, as quiet as a fallen leaf, and as beautiful and pure as an angel, nourishes me and accompanies me, so that I have a little less loneliness on the road to growth, and a little more smile on the road of imitation potatoes.

Today is another relaxing weekend, with the spring breeze gently brushing my face and the warm sun soft but not dazzling.

Stroll through the countryside and enjoy the fresh air blowing in your face. A cough disturbed my wonderful fantasies, oh, it turned out to be an old man in rags walking tremblingly towards an uncle. When he saw that he had said something to the uncle, he raised the broken bowl in his hand in the air, and looked very sincere, he was probably a beggar!

Uncle waved his hand in displeasure and strode forward again.

The old man shook his head helplessly, sighed, and walked forward again with broken steps on crutches. I thought, "What kind of world is this?"

What about his children? Do you just watch the hungry man's own aged father beg in the streets? I couldn't help but run to him and gently put my change into his weather-beaten broken bowl.

Suddenly, he was in a trance, there was a smile on his weathered face, and he looked at me with cloudy old eyes, his eyes were full of surprise, but he couldn't stop thanking me. I don't want to say any useless polite words, so I feel that I am deliberately belittling the identity of the old man, and I have a somewhat condescending feeling.

I turned away, and he moved forward with a trembling step.

Looking at his aged back, I smiled because I had helped him. At this time, he and the land, rivers, and trees in the distance seemed to have become one, so harmonious and vivid. Looking up, I saw the reclining Buddha in the distance, reflecting the sunset, telling the happiness and regrets of the world.

As the sun sets, evening hits, and it's time for me to go home.

But the sunset is infinitely good, why should I be melancholy near dusk", the setting of the sunset represents the end of a short life, short-lived, beautiful to shock. Although the sunset is short, it has a time to rise again. I look forward to it, looking forward to tomorrow's sunrise being redder and more beautiful.

I also look forward to the poor in the world being able to be rescued and smile happily.

It's so simple, just one yuan, it warms others and makes oneself happy ......

I walked into my "Life" theater, found a place to sit down, and as soon as I pressed the remote control, the joy of childhood immediately appeared on the big screen.

When I was a child, I was chasing butterflies in the flowers, enjoying the taste of innocence; When I was a child, I was playing "playing house" with my younger brother; It's my childhood again, chasing and playing with my friends carefree, and tasting the coffee ...... of friendshipChasing the blue sky and white clouds, letting the laughter flutter with it, and galloping on the grass like a wild horse that has escaped from the stiffness - this is the unchanging music of childhood. When I was immersed in the innocence of my childhood, I sighed deeply for a scene, what's wrong? In fact, childhood is not necessarily happy, it is like the moon, there are also clouds and sunny days.

Lo and behold, I was being punished for playing with my neighbor's flowers and wilting ......

I pressed the fast-forward button and saw me growing.

In the dead of night, there is a small table lamp still jumping, and the "rustling" sound made by writing too fast echoes in this lonely night. The sleepy bugs have crawled up my eyelids and are playing in my eyes, so heavy and heavy. This caused me to stumble to the bathroom and pour cold water on my face.

Back in the room, he shook his head in a mournful voice as he looked at the homework on the table, which was still a foot high. If you don't write, tomorrow will definitely be a scolding, a teacher's reprimand, a mother's ridicule, and a classmate's ridicule ......Hey, you can't help it, you have to hold on to the end. If I hadn't been lazy for a while today, maybe I wouldn't be so embarrassed now, at least better than now.

However, I am a child, and it is my nature to "play" and it is also free. However, what should we do if we have to exchange the bitter fruit for the sake of this moment's happiness? Only I have to endure it.

As the saying goes: "When a pony crosses the river, the depth of the river needs its own attempt", and the road of growth also needs to move forward step by step and down-to-earth. As I grew up, I was no longer as childish as before, I learned many truths in the world, and I knew the true value of humility, support, and friends.

Growing up, I have an infatuation with "books", no matter what yard I used to do earlier, I had a book in my pocket. In the face of setbacks, Paul's spirit of defying difficulties, persevering to the end, and never giving up inspired me, making me open my feet and strive to forge ahead; In the time of suffering, thinking of the hardships of the little match girl, what is my own point, and I have overcome many dangers. In the following journey of growth, I was like a sailboat, realizing my ideals and writing the happy ending of my growth.

I walked out of the theater with a bright smile on my face, I could race through the charm of the sun, the flowers swayed for me, the stream sang for me, how late and happy it was to grow!

I grow, I am happy!

Growing up is a process. It is the process of maturation from an ignorant child. That's right, we are growing every second, and we are gradually stepping on the ladder of life. Whether it's a brilliant mark or a failed black ink, I have to admit it or not, I have grown up ......

And in the process, there will be something more or less memorable, and that is memories. Although not all of them are happy memories, they don't need to be all happy, as long as there is a memory that carries the bits and pieces of the past, it is beautiful.

Recalling the bits and pieces of myself, the memories of the scenes are still fresh, as if they happened just a minute ago, as if Min Zhi stretched out his fingers to grasp his former self. From the ignorance when he first entered the school, to the increasingly robust now. Among them, the experience of each relative is not something that can be described in a few words.

Narrating a thing about oneself, to be specific, to use the narrative and psychology together, to write about one's own feelings) In the long river of my memory, there are many memories of childhood, one by one like a shell shining brightly, they are all things that I will never forget, although some are hard and bitter, but more are full of laughter and joy. They are my pride and the most precious memories!

Looking back at the road I have walked, sprinkled with happy notes.

I am happy and should be thankful for me.