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I come from a very remote rural area in Wenling City, and my childhood was very pale for me. And, looking back on it now, it's a little sad.

At that time, in the countryside, the idea of preference for sons over daughters was still very serious. As for my father, he is a rural man who is still relatively ignorant in his thinking, so after my mother gave birth to me, she has never had a good life. In fact, this is also destined for my growth to be more difficult than others.

At that time, family planning had just begun to be implemented, and my father had been taking my mother out to escape in order to have another son. So when I was very young, I stayed at home alone, enduring the white eyes and scolding of my grandmother and uncle. As for my mother, every time she secretly came home to see me in the middle of the night, she found that the rice in the rice jar at home had been taken away by my grandmother again, or the newly made rice cake had been taken by my grandmother again.

Later, my mother gave birth to two more daughters, and I had two younger sisters, but it didn't bring me any happiness. I was busy with housework and washing diapers for my sister every day.

I remember one time, when I was only seven years old, my youngest sister had just been escaped. I took her diaper to the creek to wash, and my four-year-old sister, wearing the little pink slippers that her parents had bought for her, followed me to the creek to wash a small handkerchief.

There was no one by the silent river, and I washed by the river, and my sister ran to the other end of the river to wash. After a while, I suddenly felt a strange silence around me, and a sense of foreboding immediately came over me. I turned around and saw that the river was empty, and my sister was gone!

I got up in a panic and looked everywhere for my sister. At this time, my sister suddenly emerged from the water and quickly sank again. She fell into the river!

I quickly ran over and grabbed her hand and pulled her up. My sister kept kicking and kicking in the water, and when her hand touched mine, she actually took my hand and pulled it into the water. Unfortunately, I was only 7 years old at the time, and I couldn't pull her out of the water, and seeing that I was about to be pulled down by her, I desperately shouted for help, help.

But Xiaohe remained silent at my cries for help with its incomparable indifference, and when I looked around, there was no one.

Just when I was about to despair, finally a house on the other side of the river opened the door, and a middle-aged man came out and ran quickly.

We are finally saved!

I cried and laughed and told the villagers about what had happened, and my heart palpitated. My sister also lost one of her beautiful newly-bought pink slippers, and then she was occasionally touched by a villager swimmer, and the color turned black.

This incident has always been fixed in my childhood memories, growing up with me, and until now.

It is recommended to use the book as the theme "Growing with Books".

Write about how you love books, how much you are fascinated, and then show them with examples;

For example, when I read a book and forgot to do my homework, I forgot the time, my parents called me but I didn't hear it, so my parents were in a hurry and were scolded, but they still went their own way (did not reduce their enthusiasm for books).

Continue to write a small episode, centered on "I still love books", and there should be a distinction between priority and priority (as for whether to start being scolded by my parents or to focus on episodes).

After writing, if you still feel a little less, write about how you "nibble on books" in school, such as "knowing everything about the school library", "turning a blind eye" to the class bell, and the "stark contrast" with your classmates (you read books, he plays games) Of course, you must not dominate the guests, you can't grab the "lens" of the trunk, less is better.

Add a little transition, it's easy to write the end, with the love book as the central idea Don't forget the beginning.

This article is for the competition, and the ready-made article is easy to meet, so let's give an outline.

There is a seed hidden in the bottom of my heart, and the power of growth gives it nutrients, so that this ideal seed sprouts, takes root, and takes root deep in my heart. There is always a sacred place in the young heart, where curiosity and admiration are always maintained, and that is where ideals take root. When I was a child, I was always full of a sense of sacredness about the red flag with five stars, and when it was raised high on the flagpole and fluttered in the wind in the air, it was so solemn and beautiful, and I had a yearning for it since I was a child.

Time has passed quietly, the world has become smaller, and the national flag still occupies a place in my heart, and I want to raise the national flag into the sky with my own hands. Every day when I look at the national flag is raised, this idea becomes even stronger, and I work tirelessly for this goal, just because I had a dream when I was a child. I work hard when others are resting, and the flag fluttering when I want to rest gives me confidence.

A semester has passed, I have been promoted to another grade, and I can finally accept the task of raising the flag in the new year, what a high honor it is, I kept thinking in my heart. But that day, the teacher said, "Our class wants to recommend two flag raisers, and everyone can sign up."

Most of my classmates raised their hands proudly, but I was a little timid and missed the opportunity. I have always regretted it when I came back, thinking back on the past efforts in my heart, I regretted that I did not actively strive for it, and even wanted to give up, but the fluttering national flag once again ignited the flame of ideals in my heart, I can't give up, there is always a chance! Sure enough, in the second semester, the opportunity came again.

I realized it was mine, so I had to grab it as fast as I could. I plucked up the courage to recommend myself to the class, and I was proud of my ideal--- the one I had since I was a child. Finally, I seized the opportunity.

On Monday morning, the morning glow in the east shone on the playground, all the students stood in the phalanx, and their eyes focused on the flag-raising platform, I was standing here at this time, although I was a little nervous, but more excited, and the joy of realizing my childhood dream. When the solemn national anthem sounded, I held the national flag and threw it up vigorously, watching it slowly rise in the golden sunlight, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously until it was raised into the sky. Growth makes us have ideals, ideals give me the power to grow, just like that, in the process of growth, one by one ideals become reality through struggle, this is the power of growth.

I grew up with the school.

After the cold and summer, the years are like a song, and the scenery of the school is changing with each passing day. Five springs, summers, autumns and winters, more than a thousand alternating ...... of day and nightThe grass and trees I am familiar with make me think about it.

In the first grade, I came to this beautiful school in an ignorant state, and I thought: What is learning? With a strong desire to learn, I began the journey of primary school students, saw the amiable faces of the teachers, and heard the kind voice of the principal; Although I didn't know my classmates before, slowly, slowly I made friends with my classmates, studied together, and made progress together.

I have been deeply integrated into this warm family, feeling happy and reaping ideals.

In the second grade, I was still an elementary school student and started learning to recite. The first time I recited, I was a coward, and my voice was so small that even ants couldn't hear it, but after some patient guidance from the teacher, my reading voice was "the first in the class"! I began to understand the heart of passing on knowledge to the future under the stern gaze of the teachers, and I suddenly developed a sense of admiration for the teachers.

Still ignorant, I ran into the third grade all of a sudden. The title of the first essay is: My Summer Vacation Life.

It's so hard! If you can't write, you have to look up essays on the Internet, plagiarize others, and borrow chickens to lay eggs. Although it was well received, I was still nervous, and I knew it was too hypocritical.

I had just finished learning the basics of English, and I was in the fourth grade. Every time I take English, I am so nervous that I break out in a cold sweat, either because I am afraid that the pronunciation is not good, or I am afraid that the word will be written incorrectly. Sometimes, I forget the basics of English!

Although the "four major difficulties" have been passed, the fifth major obstacle has appeared, the fifth grade, and the journey of the senior year has begun. Although I encountered a lot of questions in my studies, I answered them all incrediblely. In the fifth grade, I learned the truth of "poetry and books in my belly", and began to learn to use books to edify myself, and I finally understood

Learning makes people progress".

I have only just entered the fifth grade, and there is still a long road ahead, just like growing up will go through ups and downs, and we will have a lot of hardships and many obstacles ......But we will not be afraid!

I deeply know that the school is our home, we are all the masters of the school, and the rise and fall of the school is closely related to each of us. Let's work together to learn, grow together with the beautiful school, and open up new milestones....

I grew up with my sister.