The growth footprint of the sixth grade composition 1 There are many things I will never forget on my growth path. What impressed me most was that I was punished for standing in computer class.
Once, we went to a computer class, and by the middle of it, my task had been completed. I thought to myself: It's all settled anyway, so let's play the game for a while! I opened Moore Manor conveniently, and when I first opened it, I remembered: I seem to have been telling us that we can't play some websites with the user name Deng Fa, otherwise we can't use the computer, and we have to go out and be punished, but just play once. I'm talking. The teacher won't see it anyway. So, I opened Moore Manor and played excitedly. On the 23rd, I didn't hear who was calling me, or I was immersed in the fun of the game. Number 23! Ah! I suddenly looked up and saw the computer teacher standing in front of me. What are you doing? Me, me.
I couldn't say it at once, thinking: if only the teacher knew I was playing! No, I can't let the teacher know. I calmly watched the game and said to the teacher, teacher, I have finished my homework and I am still revising it. The teacher didn't speak. He pulled me up and showed me the computer. It suddenly dawned on me that 1 1: 15 my face suddenly turned red. On the 23rd, I opened the Ie browser. 1 1: 1723 Log on to www.5 1moie.com, so that the teacher will know and stand outside! I was ashamed and walked out of the teacher.
After class, with a sweet bell, the students came out one after another, and I just stood there and looked at them with envy. Some students cast sympathetic eyes, and some students gloated. I really regret it.
This incident left a deep impression on me and let me learn this lesson. I will never do it again.
I'm looking forward to the autumn outing. This time we are going to have a picnic in Qilin Mountain! This makes me feel full of expectations.
As soon as we arrived at the picnic place, we gave out exclamations one after another: "Wow-wow-wow ……" Excited voices came one after another, because the scene in front of us was really amazing: all the stone tables were filled with dazzling ingredients. There are bright red tomatoes, crystal clear shrimps and emerald vegetables ... it makes people eager to see them.
Under the teacher's command, all the groups began to get busy. Wash the pot and burn the fire, in short, each has its own things, everyone is busy, and they are trying to burn a series of delicacies.
"Grilled shrimp, grilled shrimp, grilled shrimp!" I don't know who shouted, and then Mo Qiong poured the shrimp into the pot. Alas, we novices in cooking suddenly realized at the last minute that we forgot to add water to the boiled shrimp! "Hurry up and add water!" Zhang Jinyu jumped up and down in a hurry, simply helped himself, adding water cup after cup. "Yi yi yi? Our star has a big question mark. How can shrimp paste when there is water? " "No matter, it's out of the pot, don't be out of the pot, the shrimp is going to rot!" Guo Xiaoyu waved heroically, like a Jianghu son and daughter. That's right. Go for a picnic, let it go, why do you tie your hands behind your back? Unfortunately, shrimp was born to be our experiment.
Eggplant with minced meat, ready to burn. The oil fell and the fire flared up. Why does Zhang Jinyu, who serves food, put on a cucumber face? I rushed to Zhang Jinyu and urged, "Put the minced meat down quickly!" "How can I put it?" Zhang Jinyu is still at a loss in the fog. "Grab it by hand." Aside Guo Xiaoyu see not bottom go to, quickly make any noise warning, "ah? Grab it by hand? " Zhang Jinyu was dumbfounded. Whatever! I put my heart in the horizontal direction and directly grabbed handfuls of minced meat with my hands. Alas, my hands are covered with bloody gas. Sticky, sticky, I quickly picked up a shovel and fried the eggplant. Unexpectedly, I only fired a few times, and the wind kept blowing cigarettes around me. I had to transfer this heroic task to Mo Qiong. Pour in eggplant and add water. I, an out-of-touch kitchen killer, feel helpless in the face of a plate of eggplant. I seem to have poured too much soy sauce. At sixes and sevens, a plate of eggplant with bad color and smell turned into a plate of black food!
Maybe the teacher Tong on the side can't stand it. He personally went into battle and taught us to cook. All the members of our group are in high spirits, after all, they can eat the dishes cooked by Mr. Tong himself! After a while, kelp bean sprouts, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised hairtail ... plates of delicious dishes were placed on the table.
Dinner is ready! We all wolfed down. In the blink of an eye, scrambled eggs with tomatoes disappeared. Braised wing tips are gone, tribute pills and celery are gone, and only the fruits of your own labor are the sweetest.
Growing like water is the source of life. Growing like a flower is the beauty of life; Growing like fire is the passion of life; Growth is like a pine tree, which is the persistence of life ... growth is at that moment: life is blooming and the heart lamp is shining.
In primary school, I learned to dance on weekends. At that time, I didn't think I was a good dancer, so I decided to study hard in the dance class and practice at home. Finally, I won the first prize in a dance competition. I grew up by studying hard and practicing hard!
In the fifth grade, I was honored to be selected as a participant in the computer competition. Not many of us took part in the competition, only a few top students in our class. We should not only be familiar with everything about computers, but also type quickly. The game is coming, and I can't type very fast. I practice in my spare time, and returning home is no exception. Don't give up until your fingers are numb and your stomach is growling. My mother said I was a computer nerd, and my father said I didn't care about studying, but I didn't listen at all. After the game, I won the first place in the whole central school. I'm surprised and happy. In never giving up, I grew up again!
I am in the sixth grade, and I am already a graduating class. In the next semester, I will almost take the junior high school exam. At that time, my tender shoulders were overwhelmed by homework. It happened that the math teacher chose several students who were good at math to participate in the Olympic Games, and the teacher also chose me. We used our spare time to answer the exercises carefully. After more than a month's hard work, I successfully passed the preliminary round. There is a final waiting for me. In class, I was training those interesting Olympic math problems. The final exam is finally over, and my heart can finally be put down. Study hard and get into a good junior high school. I have grown up in my unremitting efforts!
I have been growing, and I can't forget every stage of my growth. The road to success is rugged and full of thorns, but the joy of success is always waiting for me. I will continue to work hard and persevere to climb another peak of my life.
Today, my mother took me to Yintai City. What should I do to play? I racked my brains and came up with a good idea-making clay. I decided to be a clay figurine because I heard from my classmates a few days ago that it was interesting to be a clay figurine and my curiosity was aroused again.
After my mother and I investigated, we learned that there was a Potter on the fourth floor. My mother and I hurried to the fourth floor. As expected, there was a clay shop there. As soon as my eyes lit up, I ran over and got to know it. After my mother agreed, I began to choose. Which one should I do? I seem to have difficulty in choosing. I looked around, but I couldn't make a decision. Plants vs zombies? Not good, because it seems useless, and the small wooden box of watermelon is not good, because it has lace, which is not suitable for boys ... Finally, after careful consideration, I decided to make a practical pen container for cats. After the decision, the staff helped me with a bare pen container. Ah, how ugly! The staff asked me to wrap the bottom plate under the kitten with blue soil first, which would be uneven, so I need a good helper like an olive stick. As long as I roll back and forth, I can "knock" the soil.
I couldn't wait to flatten the soil, and then the clay went up. At first, there was either too much glue here or "baldness" again. Later, I had a good idea. Stick the clay on it first, and then roll it back and forth with a rolling pin or something, so that it can be leveled. Sure enough, "hard work pays off." I finally finished.
After the bottom plate is wrapped, wrap the chimney. It is much easier to make a chimney, and it will be done in three or two times. Then the kitten will wear yellow clothes. But after all, the kitten has a stomach, a neck and a tail, so it is not easy to dress it. I can only carefully stick the clay up bit by bit. After a long time, it finally sticks. But I still made the same mistake. There was more glue here and less there. So, like a doctor, I can only get rid of the excess and add those places. Well, after a long time and a lot of energy, I finally finished it all. Hehe, looking at the pen container, I feel that I have taken another big step away from success.
Every time a deciduous tooth falls to the tip of my tongue, I always wash it carefully and put it in a unique box. When I opened the box, I could see those deciduous teeth, and what I remember vividly was the fall of the first deciduous tooth. My mother said that this was a sign that I began to grow up.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, one day, I suddenly felt a front tooth shaking slightly. I curiously put the tip of my tongue to my teeth and licked it gently. I just feel itchy and painful at the root. How did this happen? A little scared and a little curious. I feel that Columbus discovered the new continent. After school, I ran to find my mother. "Mom, my teeth are dancing, look!" "As he spoke, he touched the crumbling tooth with the tip of his tongue." But why does it still hurt? "Silly boy, you have to change your teeth! Mom smiled and touched my head and said softly. " Change your teeth? What is a tooth change? "You will understand in a few days. Mom also sold me a lock.
In the days to come, I observed it every day. Finally, one day, my tooth couldn't hold on, shaking badly, as if struggling, but in the end I couldn't stand the attack of gluttony, and this deciduous tooth was finally laid off. I was so scared when this tooth fell into my hand! So I went to see my mother again. "Silly child, your growth began with this tooth." I don't understand, remember.
A few days later, my mother said, "Come on, open your mouth and let me see your teeth." . What's so beautiful about my teeth? I asked curiously. Mother opened her mouth, looked at it for a while and took it to the mirror. "See for yourself, son!" "I looked in the mirror and opened my mouth, huh? New teeth! My new tooth has come out! I am very happy to tell my mother loudly!
"People are growing all their lives, and teeth are no exception." Mom said.
"hmm!" I see.
My first deciduous tooth fell out and grew back. My tender body is growing slowly, and so is my mind? As you get older, some ideas will be abandoned over time, and better and better ideas will grow in your heart.
Every deciduous tooth records my growth. While the deciduous teeth are slowly changing, my growth footprint is deeply left in my heart.
Six-grade growth footprint composition 6 time seconds disappear, as if nothing, you seem to see it from the clock, but you can't turn it around to make it stay. In this way, it took away our bits and pieces. All we can do is record that moment and look back later. ...
Photo, this is a photo of me when I was five years old. Every time I look at it, I always feel something in my heart. It is a true record of my life journey and a part of my colorful childhood!
On June 1 day that year, the kindergarten rehearsed many programs. In fact, there are two choirs in our class. I don't remember the title of the song, but I remember another song-Little Swan performed by a big dance team organized by the school. Because I joined the dance team, the teacher said I should have a long braid. When I was a child, I had little hair, so it took me a long time to force two braids. Braids are short, small and ugly, but I am confident, so I acted very well, and that program was well received by the school.
Self-confidence, will continue to surpass themselves!
I still have those ballet shoes, and the front is worn out. I was so tired during that time, I had to work overtime at night, and my feet were blistered, but I still insisted on training. Although I limped at home, I rehearsed as well as others.
Insist, I encouraged myself at that time!
But another person who opposes me is crowding me out everywhere, saying that everyone is pretending, calling me fake and hypocritical. Although the process of patience was unpleasant, I survived that time. Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't leave the dance team according to my temper. Patience was right.
Patience, the process of learning!
Self-confidence, persistence and patience! This is the pearl I picked up on the road of growing up. Although it is not as good as diamond, it will still shine in my heart for a lifetime.
Growth may be the process of "picking pearls"
More than 600 steps from home to school/kloc-0, and more than 600 steps from school to home/kloc-0.
This step by step, accompanied by childlike laughter, has gone through a whole six years.
Such a long journey, I walked back and forth four times a day, really called the "Long March", which only I understand.
When I was in the third or fourth grade of primary school, my mother invited me to a restaurant for a snack. I was very happy. Indeed, only a fool can shuttle between the "South Pole" and the "North Pole" and enjoy the Long March.
Before, I was running between home and school, and my mother was fighting in the smoke. "Cooking, cooking, washing clothes ..." As busy as a bee. After reading it, I deeply felt the greatness of maternal love, but my mother always said, "learning is important." In today's society, illiteracy will be excluded. " Listening to my mother's words, I feel very relaxed inside. Social pressure is too far away from me, but my mother always nags: "study hard and listen to the teacher." If nothing else, you have to work hard for this nagging, just as a "burden reduction" for your mother.
However, on a sunny noon, the school organized a spring outing. I was surprised when I hurried home to get the food my mother prepared for me. I wish I could find a place to go in. My mother is eating pickles and corn porridge. I was surprised and quickly explained that I wanted to change my taste. My heart thumped and sank, like knocking over a five-flavor bottle.
Since then, I have been changing food all day in the "25,000-mile Long March" and tried to enter the battlefield of "smoke", surrounded by "protective clothing" and "fight side by side" with my mother.
Year after year.
I forgot to count the steps.
On this day, I counted again and found that I had gone 500 steps. I'm really happy.
I told my mother, and she said, "You are tall and have long legs."
I told the teacher again, and the teacher said, "You have grown up!" " "
Really, I have grown up.
The life of seven people will not be smooth sailing, and there are always many bumps waiting for you. Life is like a journey, along the way, setbacks have honed us again and again, and it is a stumbling block to the soles of our feet that makes our growth footprint firmer and longer.
The road to growth is like surging waves, full of twists and turns, joy and helplessness. It is happiness that adds some bright colors to it, but it is difficulty that makes it no longer monotonous. With the spur of difficulties and setbacks, our life will be more exciting. Occasionally, I will look out the window, see the lawn withered and green outside the window, and see the clouds rolling in the sky. When I grow up, my mood will slowly return to peace. The past is lingering, some things are too dull to get, but some things are still vivid.
At that time, I was about to graduate, and I was particularly nervous about my studies. The junior high school exam is like a stone, which makes me breathless. I finally looked forward to a May Day holiday to "have a rest" and be crazy, but "joy begets sorrow". I fell ill shortly after the holiday and couldn't go to school for nearly two weeks. Hang three bottles of water every day and watch your homework while hanging by the water. I often fight to 1 1 at night and look at the old and new overlapping pinholes on my hands. My mother was ambivalent and anxious, so distressed that tears fell. There were so many classes that I was not admitted to the reporter's exam in Mei later, and my study and psychological pressure were really great. When the students get together to discuss what middle school to go to, I just keep silent, but secretly compete with myself. I said to myself: I am not the smartest, but I can be the hardest. A passage in the Chinese textbook encourages me very much: "There are always many bumpy roads in a person's life. As long as there is an unbreakable belief in difficulties, the light of hope will dispel the clouds of despair. " It is the difficulty that gives me motivation and urges me to catch up. In order to catch up with the way my classmates dumped me, I study harder in class and spend more time on my study than others every day. Many things happen. In the end, I not only achieved excellent results, but also got into the beautiful China that I yearned for wholeheartedly.
In the sixth grade, the head teacher ordered a book for each student, named "Footprints of Growth". Every time we get an excellent grade in the exam, finish a satisfactory homework and do a trivial good deed, the teacher will leave a small footprint on the winding path in the book. She hopes that when we are about to graduate, we will leave a beautiful childhood memory, and each step will go more steadily and further. .................................................................... reminds me of the footprints covered by the teacher and the approving eyes in her eyes when I got the top three good grades; I also remembered the time when I picked up the soda bottles kicked by my classmates on the campus lawn and threw them into the trash can, as well as the little footprints covered by the teacher and her mother's loving smile. ................................................................................................................................
Looking back at the footprints that disappeared in the distance, I thought a lot and seemed to understand a lot. From now on, let me make every step under my feet more stable, farther and more solid.
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