Junior high school composition

To my dear mother:

You are like a breeze blowing willow trees, like a twinkling star in the sky, shining forever. Mom, you never emphasize the taste of clothes physically, but you can feel your practicality and tolerance. A pair of big old glasses is your sign. You feel like a learned man. Your yellowed lesson plan has been with you for many years, and your love for me has always been in my eyes, never. Words are hardly needed to express our inner thoughts. One look and one action can connect our hearts. All along, you have accompanied me through storms, and I have seen rainbows. It's you, my dear mother. You have no tenderness, but it makes me feel that I still love you so much. You will always prove the truth of being a man with your own practical actions. You taught us to be helpful. And make yourself happy. I remember that I accidentally fell down on the court in the last game, causing my calf and thigh. Don't you have any regrets that you don't take a little time to study at his house every day? A single spark can start a prairie fire. If you are willing to help others, you can light a big fire in your heart. In the Far East, people are carrying the Olympic flame. Teacher, you are better than this fire. Pass it on to everyone around you and light this blazing fire.

In our bright era of 2 1 century, every child in every family must be bathed in the sunshine of love, especially now most of them are only children. At home, grandparents and parents are all around us. But this is not good, and it has also laid a curse on our growth path.

When I was a child, my relatives and friends all said that I had enjoyed the blessings of the whole family, and I belonged to the type of "one person is full and the whole family is not hungry". Even in the fifth grade of primary school, grandpa still needs to take his children to and from school on such a short road every day.

It was not until the summer vacation when I graduated from primary school that I began to grow up. The summer sky is so refreshing, and colorful stars pervade the night sky. Because I graduated from primary school, I didn't have any homework. I had a good dinner and was watching TV. My mother suddenly took a folded piece of paper. "There is a house rented by a friend of my uncle in the opposite building. I have to pay the utilities this quarter. My uncle asked us to help collect it. Why don't you go? "

I didn't care too much, because my mother and I often joke, and this time she must have lied to me again, so I won't be so stupid!

"Will lie to me, not letter! It's true, I'm not going either! "

"I know you don't believe it, but this time it's true. Your big JIU is somewhere else, and you are not young. Is this soon? There are still many challenges for you to enter society in the future. Hurry up, while people are having dinner at home, they will arrive in less than ten minutes. "

Looking at my mother's serious expression, I should conclude that it is true. "But I don't know others. How can I tell them?" I find myself a little timid.

"How can you not say? I looked at you from the kitchen window. Where is like a man! "

Yes, I have grown so big, how can I be so timid about such a trivial matter? But ... why can't you? ! Feel really useless! No way! I can't be so timid anymore, I'll take a break! !

Mom told me something else, so I put on my shoes and went to the opposite corridor. When I arrived at the ordinary door, I found myself a little timid again. This can't be done, just one step away, how can you back down? So I knocked at the door regardless of my own ideological struggle. Anyway, as long as the door is open, I can't help talking to others.

When I opened the door, I explained my purpose to the old lady, charged the utilities, and repeatedly praised me, saying that I could help adults. This is really more exciting than any achievement and reward.

After such a long time, I will still keep knocking at that door, without timidity or "psychological warfare"

Since I knocked on that door that day, I found that I had grown a lot in the exercises my mother gave me.

Growth, the most important thing is not how much others give you, but how much you have learned in your own exercise. Therefore, in growing up, the most important thing is yourself. As long as you grow up on yourself, you will feel that growth has brought you a lot. ...

Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy.

Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past.

When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study.

As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling.

My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset?

If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory.

My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.

Everyone is growing up from birth to now, and his body has gradually changed from small to big, and his behavior has also changed from childish to mature and sensible. In a series of changes, there are risks and surprises, just like the taste of green apples, which are sweet in acid and sour in sweetness. The taste of this growth is particularly unforgettable. In fact, growth represents a series of changes, the process is bitter, but the result is sweet. Also,

I remember that during the summer vacation, I accidentally opened my previous photo album and found a photo of my newborn, with small hands and squinting eyes, looking like a little idiot. My mother told me, "At that time, there was nothing but eating, drinking and sleeping." Slowly, I began to turn over, sit, climb, teether and eat delicious food. Soon, I was wobbling.

Later, I began to babble, knowing that as long as I shouted "Russia", I would have something to eat. If I wanted a car, I would have toys to play with. If I don't want to take a shower, I will say, "No! Knowing how to communicate with people, the world has become more different, and the joy of growing up is indescribable.

Now, I can not only walk, but also run and jump: I can not only talk, but also write, draw and make friends. There is more and more knowledge in my brain, from astronomy to geography. People are more and more mature, and they know to be sincere, brave and responsible.

In the near future, I will enter adolescence. Outside, my voice will get thicker, my Adam's apple will get bigger and I will get acne. Psychologically, I will become more mature and steady. After this series of changes, I will break out of the cocoon like a caterpillar, become a beautiful butterfly and face a new future.

Growth is a necessary process for everyone. As long as you face it with a normal heart, you will find that although the process is a bit thrilling, it is also full of surprises everywhere!

Part II: Walking on the road of growth

Growth, for many people, may be just the height and strength of the body! These are people's prints.

Impression, the so-called growth, refers to the accumulation of experience with age, not words or actions.

The process of change is called growth. A person's growth is to go through countless bumpy roads, yes.

It takes countless cruel setbacks, mixed with bitterness and joy, to be called growth.

Learning is an important strategy for growth. Everyone can grow only through learning.

Studying the general courses of various subjects in school is to enhance the growth of intelligence; We have been studying beauty professionally.

Knowledge is also the growth of skills. In group life, we learned how to get along with others and learn.

It is human nature how to care about and be a man's lifestyle, so as to cultivate noble sentiments of mutual tolerance.

The growth of personality. Under the influence of all kinds of education in the school, we strive to learn moral education from many aspects, and we will study day by day.

Grow up.

We are very happy to be born in this progressive era, not suffering from war, and people are living today.

With the well-off life and the popularization of social education, in order to become a country in the future, we should strive for the upper reaches and outline.

Liang, become a good example for the next generation. We should develop morally, intellectually, physically and artistically.

Exhibition, mastery, can't undertake the purpose of learning.

In the process of growing up, we should thank everyone who supported us.

From birth, we became young people. Have we not been cared about by many people?

Where is the nurse? Because of this, I can learn and grow up smoothly so far. At home, I want to thank my parents and brothers.

; At school, I want to thank teachers and classmates; In society, I would like to thank everyone and nature.

Everything.

The older you grow up, the more you should be grateful. Don't forget to keep it a secret. We will report every point. Besides, we

Learning and growing up is a process of owing others, so why don't we be grateful? Everyone should

Only by studying hard with gratitude can we become stronger and better.

Every star flashes like a song, and every morning indicates infinite enlightenment. Standing at the crossroads of life, I look back, and the bits and pieces along the way, like footprints on the beach, are truly engraved in my heart, reminding me that we are growing.

Standing outside the threshold of adults, there may be immature faces behind them. There is a hint of cynicism in the bright young eyes, and a faint sadness lurks in the lonely smile. Perhaps growth is like this: mixed feelings of sadness and joy, lost joy, noisy and quiet. The days when there were mixed flavors became fragrant in memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories.

In the process of growing up, what we need is a calm experience, a calm feeling and a brave face. Everyone's growth cannot be smooth sailing. If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph. If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. Just when I was about to give up, Santiago said, "People are not born to be defeated", and retreat will no longer be a reason; Just as I was about to give up, Napoleon said, "The word' difficulty' has never been used in my dictionary." Difficulties will no longer be an excuse.

Everything has shortcomings, and the shortcomings in growth are troubles. But it is precisely because of this deficiency that the original things are better. Growing up means saying goodbye to childhood. Everything in childhood, we are so nostalgic and unforgettable. There are too many memories of our childhood, so happy and so moved. In childhood, there were beautiful dolls, cakes, ice cream, toys, all the things we owned and wanted to keep. And growth, no doubt, completely obliterates these. All I have is the dream mirror I once yearned for and the fear when I wake up. Since childhood, we have been hurt a lot, but remember one sentence, thank those who hurt you, because they taught you something and learned something that only you can understand.

Developmental pain

I feel a lot of growing pains, and these pains are growing.

My mother told me that we should lay a good foundation now and prepare for entering the society and having a good position in the future. Mom also said that a person with social status will have money. When the time comes, you will have whatever you want, and you will never live a hard life like laid-off workers again. So I want to study hard, learn knowledge well and be admitted to a famous university. With a good diploma, you have a good job, and there is nothing to worry about in your later life. After listening to these words, I thought to myself, yes, my mother thinks about my future with adult thinking, and my mother will never hurt me.

But then I found that these words seemed right, but they didn't seem right. Study at school every day and accept some principles of being a man. According to the Chinese book, you can't just care about yourself and ignore others. The teacher said, learn knowledge well and serve the motherland. I'm starting to get confused. Why should I study? How important is status, money and honor in life? Who can tell me what to do? This is really a very realistic and contradictory question.

When you are a child, you don't have to think about these things. After eating, you can play, go shopping, climb mountains, go fishing, catch cicadas, go home, lie on the bed, tilt your feet, hum songs, read comic books and fairy tales, and be free. It's different now. It seems that overnight, everything needs your input and thinking.

When the class chooses class cadres, the teacher wants each student to go to the stage and say that he is willing to be a certain position. When I got home, my mother boasted and wanted to be the monitor. Not only can you exercise yourself, but most importantly, it will be easier to join the party after paving the way for the future. When I fill out any form, I won't say that I haven't done anything. I have self-knowledge, and with my ability, it is impossible to be a monitor. My mother encourages me, but I just want to be ordinary and study quietly. I've had enough of my mother's endless nagging. I thought about my mother's wish that the girl would become a phoenix, so I agreed. I gave a speech on the stage that day. I said that I wanted to be a monitor most. Although I worked as a propaganda committee member in primary school, I lost my job later. My ability is not strong, but I think life should constantly improve myself, so if I become a monitor, I will try my best to help the class and do my best. I was very unhappy when I walked off the platform. I thought what I just said was a lie. I really admire myself for having such ability and making it up so well. Doing what you don't want to do is a very painful thing, but you have to bite the bullet and do it.

The road to the growth of topic composition

The road to growth is bumpy and smooth. Many things in the rough need your efforts, and friends and relatives in the flat will give you some help. The road to growth is monotonous and colorful. Monotonia spends most of her time studying, but Colorful still has time to do her own thing. The road to growth is boring and interesting. Boring, I have to do a lot of things I don't want to do, and I am interested in doing what I want to do when my parents are away.

The first morning star when I was growing up was my mother, who brought me to this strange world and helped me get familiar with it. It was my mother who taught me to walk and let me have fun with my feet; It was my mother who taught me to speak, so that I could express my thoughts better. It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the history of words; It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the long and interesting history of China. The second morning star is my first teacher, who brought me into the ocean of knowledge and let me know the fun of learning; Bring me into the river of books and let me understand that reading is an interesting thing; It brought me into the stream of my classmates and made me gain pure friendship.

It is inevitable to stumble on the road of growth. I remember once, I went to an essay contest with confidence. I thought it must be the first prize, but I didn't expect to get an excellent certificate because of my hard work. I am disappointed, but failure is the mother of success. In order to strive for this tone, I studied the composition book hard, often took part in composition classes, actively signed up for an composition competition, and finally entered the final in an composition competition, although I don't know the result yet.

Let's work together on the road of growth.

It's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is different, a little more sad. This time last year, you were still with us, but today, we are here to worship you.

I stared at the sky, and my thoughts gradually returned to the past.

Just a few years ago, I still remember it was a cold winter day with heavy snow. You came to our house for a few days. I heard me clamoring for eggs as soon as I entered the door, but there were no eggs at home. So before my mother invited you to sit down, you put up your umbrella and went downstairs in the snow. I looked out the window and saw you stumbling in the snow, stumbling a few steps from time to time, and your thin body. After a while, there were several familiar footsteps on the stairs, and I quickly ran to open the door. Sure enough, you have a bag full of eggs in your hand. Mother came out of the kitchen, looked at it and said, "The child wants to eat eggs. I'll go out and buy it. Why are you worried? " Besides, it is snowing heavily outside. What if it falls? "You patted the snow on your trouser legs and said," I didn't bring anything this time. I heard that he wanted to eat eggs and went out to buy a bag. This is my heart, too. "My mother shook her head helplessly and took an egg into the kitchen. I shouted with joy when I saw it. You touched my head kindly and smiled.

What worries me most is when I learned to ride a bike when I was 8 years old. At that time, although there was no cold wind or snow, the scorching sun was very uncomfortable. You are still by my side, teaching me to ride a bike, but I can't learn it well. You can only go straight, you can't turn, you can't hold the brakes. Every time I want to park, I have to bump into a wall or a tree on the side. Every time I hit it, I will fall down. I remember once braking, I was still looking at the wall, but the speed was too fast before. When the car hit the wall, I naturally "flew" out of the car and landed on my knees, which was very painful. I began to cry, expecting you to comfort me. But you didn't notice it. You just told me to stand up coldly. You said to me, "Be strong and don't cry so easily. As long as a person is strong, everything can be done well. " After listening to your words, I seem to understand something. I got up from the ground and got back on my bike. After a while, I felt as if it was easy, and soon learned to ride a bike. When I look at you, you are also looking at me with satisfaction and nodding from time to time. I am also very proud in my heart, and I remember your sentence from now on, "Be strong, you can't cry so easily, and a man can do everything well when he is strong."

Thought of here, I can't help shaking my head, standing in front of your grave for a long time, looking at your grave, tears in my eyes, suddenly I closed my eyes and thought of what you said, "Be strong, men don't flick when they have tears", so I forced them back.

My grandfather grew up with you. Although you and I are two different worlds, I firmly believe that your faith will always follow me. I will never forget your words!

The moon is silent, but it scatters the light on the ground.

-Inscription Your figure is tall and thin, your face is thin, and you look unsmiling, which often makes people feel serious and afraid to approach. But mom said, you love me the most.

That was when I was a kid. In winter, it is freezing outside. I want my mother to take it out and turn it back. When my mother doesn't listen, I cry. No matter how busy I am when I hear crying, I will put down my work, put on my cotton-padded clothes, wrap me up, and then carry me around the village. Give me a hug first when you are tired from work. When I heard my mother say this, I felt that I was the happiest because you loved me so much.

When I grow up, your impression in my mind is blurred, leaving me only a tall and thin figure. Every time I go to your house, you say, "Qi Ling, you're here." Then you go to work in the fields alone. At this time, I have a sense of loss in my heart. I feel farther and farther away from you, farther and farther away ...

Two things happened later that changed my mind. When I was in the second and third grade, I went to learn calligraphy. Because I couldn't bear my temper, I soon gave up halfway. One Sunday, I went to your house for lunch, and everyone finished eating. There are only you and me at the dinner table, and the air seems a little dull. I am busy eating. Inadvertently, I heard you ask, "Qi Ling, why don't you learn calligraphy?" I was shocked and said softly, "I won't study because I have no patience." I was secretly surprised: how do you know I'm not going to learn calligraphy? It turns out that you still care about me, and my heart suddenly becomes warm and moist. After listening to my answer, you kindly said, "I don't want to learn calligraphy, but I still have to write well." I nodded heavily.

The weather is sultry in summer, and the cool melons and fruits are just the right thing to relieve the heat. There are many melons and fruits in your home, but there are no melons. Once, I casually said, "Why are there no melons?" The next summer, I came to your house again, and you took out many white and fat melons. I said with surprise, "What a big melon!" The grandmother next to her said, "You don't know how hard he planted these melons, all for you." You just smiled and watched me eat. I just felt sweet from my mouth to my heart.

Every time my mother and I come back from your house, you always send them to the village entrance. When the car leaves the village, I can always see your eyes of retention and expectation.

On the way of growing up, I have more warmth with you. On the way of growing up, I enjoyed more love. On the way of growing up, I have more hope for you. Thank you, my grandfather. I found a few articles, hoping to help you!