Essay on mental growth 600 junior high school 2 and 3 essay on the topic of growth 600 words

Let me give you a few words first: Sometimes, growing up is often a beautiful pain. When the stars are still dancing in the night, the dawn has crept away; When the rain is still fluttering.

The sun has sprinkled a golden yellow; When we are still laughing endlessly. Furious, age has quietly grown. I was like a cicada, going through hardships in the dark night and starting my running journey.

Chrysalis When I first entered the first year of junior high school, I was like a small chrysalis, crawling in the long sea of learning. There are so many masters in the grade that I will fall at the end of a thousand miles if I am not careful. Although I crawled wholeheartedly, it was still inferior to those eagles.

Geese. So I started to work hard. Soon after, I was in the second year of junior high school, and the pressure of studying had increased a lot, but I didn't give up because of this.

I began a metamorphosis journey. Transformation The process of transformation is arduous, but as long as there is perseverance, I will be able to do it, in the rain and dew of knowledge, I suck and forge ahead. Even those Eagles.

The geese also stopped to rest. I don't feel inferior. I don't give up on myself, and in a small corner, I've been studying hard.

Even if no one is paying attention to me outside the window, I still move forward steadfastly, and I believe that if you work hard, you can succeed. Finally stepped into the classroom of the third year of junior high school. I started to pupate into a saucer, and the people next to me started to pay attention to me.

They were amazed at how well I performed. Amazed at my perseverance. But I just laughed it off.

Because I still have the mentality to sprint towards the final finish. I believe that perseverance is victory. Now, I can fly in the open sky.

Looking down at the earth, I smiled. Thinking back on my previous journey, I smiled. I think that in the days to come, as long as we keep running in the arduous process and persevering in the pursuit, victory will definitely belong to us.

I didn't write it, an essay with a full score in the high school entrance examination.

Footprints of growth My sky, without a trace of birds, leaves only the footprints of growth - inscription The wandering man does not need direction, because he engraves the road signs in the journey of life and will never forget. Just like my youth, the pain of those dark white wounds was forgotten by something called "growth" after a long time. And those beautiful scenery along the way will be sweetly engraved in my heart by memories.

Those former confusions, confusions, and unrelieved pains are gradually disappearing in the wind of the shop, leaving behind a mature heart. Perhaps, I can't bear so many sorrows, but I know my responsibility, I know the road, and how to go on. I once remembered that the head teacher said that the process of growing up cannot be smooth sailing, no matter how hard you try, it will not be without failure.

But every time the thunder and lightning passed, the sky would always heal its torn scars. Youth is confirmed by different people in different ways, and all the stories can always make people see many things clearly through a set and some props, and always leave some faint memories, recording the happiness and hardships of the road of youth. Of course, I have worked hard, and what I got is only scars, I hesitated, but I have walked through the hardships all the way, and the sunshine that accompanies me has always been in a corner of my heart, supporting me to continue walking.

There is a song that can not be forgotten, under the eaves of this city, everyone who is experiencing growth is singing with their hearts, the wind and rain and darkness of the past are just the foil of the dawn, raising the sails, the future is waiting for us to open up, towards the ideal distance, with youth and life to set sail seriously, to find their own piece of the sky. There, there is not a trace of a bird, but there are footprints of my growth, because it belongs to me alone. My sky, ...... higher than that day...... farther than the sea