My growth diary 1 Since the first grade, I like reading books very much, such as Grimm's Fairy Tales, Heidi's Sky, Magic Cinderella and Pinocchio, and I want to finish this thick book at once. After reading these books, I can learn more knowledge and understand more truth. These beautiful books are like the most loyal friends, always accompanying me. It passed on courage and wisdom to me, and also injected joy, love and beauty into my heart.
Because I often read books, I make friends with books. Whenever I am free, I always go to the bookshelf to pick up my favorite books. In my impression, the tortoise-rabbit race is the most common, and I remember it most clearly. Look, after reading this book, you can get a truth-pride makes people fall behind. So is Tu Tu with big ears. Every short story has a point. There are all kinds of books. In short, every book has a little truth. As long as we do, we are a good boy with both civil and military skills.
Gradually, gradually I grew up, and books became more and more attractive to me. I still insist on reading books every day. Whenever I finish reading books at home, I will take out my pocket money, go downstairs and buy some good books, and then go home and continue to have fun in them. On my growing road, I became full and happy because of the company of good books; My life has become colorful, positive and meaningful because of the nourishment of good books.
Books are precious to me, so I should take good care of them!
My growth diary 2 is our mentor and friend, and the book is our lifelong confidant. Reading a good book is like talking to a noble person. When these words are put together, to put it bluntly, I just can't help reading them.
Books, which we have been exposed to since childhood, are no strangers. However, there are also good and bad books. Good books, just like Four Great Classical Novels's. Bad books are books that are not suitable for our age, or books that are vulgar and completely useless to us. When I was a child, my father often took me to Xinhua Bookstore to read books. Unfortunately, I could only read the Pinyin version at that time. Sooner or later, I will read the Chinese-English translation.
Reading more books, especially famous books, can greatly improve language and writing ability. As I grow older, my ability to distinguish books is much stronger than before. Among the four classical novels, Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin, The Journey to the West, I can recite the chapter names by heart, and have a thorough understanding of some books I have read before, which has increased my knowledge.
I'm going to learn Gorky's reading method. When you get a book and see its title, first think about what's wrong, then guess what the book is about according to the title, and then turn to the book to read. In this way, you will have a deeper understanding of this book. There are many books, infinite knowledge and vast sea. What I have learned now is just a few scoops of water in the sea. I want to read more good books and make my knowledge treasure house broader!
My growing diary 3 Life is a long road. We are pedestrians on the road, with bumpy roads and wide and flat roads, sometimes at the end of our tether, and sometimes in another village. When you are cornered, it is too late. Take your time, there may be a turning back.
When I just remembered, my mother told me to cherish time, which has accompanied me through ten years of ups and downs. Once, I left it behind. It was a summer vacation. I forgot to do my homework because I am fun. There are only three days left. I took the time to write hard and didn't finish it until two o'clock in the evening. I went to bed and fell asleep. When I came back from cleaning the next day, I was still sleepy. My mother said, "You can study when others are playing, and you can have fun when you are not playing. If everyone cherishes time, uses time and saves time, then no one in the world will be trampled on by others. " I didn't quite understand, but I didn't have the courage to ask my mother, so I walked into the "avenue" with questions.
Today, I am ten years old, and I am not the ignorant person I was when I was a child. I understand my mother's words: as long as you study hard as a child, you can be as hot as you want in your later life. If everyone did this, there would be no low-level people.
Time is like water in a sponge. Squeeze and you'll find it. Life is like a mountain. If you encounter some difficulties, stop, when can you reach the top? We should save time, cherish time, make use of time, and use our play time for study.
My diary of growing up 4. There was a reading exchange meeting in our class last week, and the students were very enthusiastic.
The exchange meeting began, and the students communicated in groups. They all spoke with great interest, and fierce applause broke out from time to time in the group. You see, Jiao is reading his speech with relish. The book he recommended is The Wandering Story of a Bitter Child. Between the lines of his article, I seem to see Remy's excellent qualities of perseverance, perseverance, fearlessness, strength and courage.
In this reading exchange, what impressed me most was the book Wu Zetian recommended by Ma Jingyu. She not only introduced the content and advantages of this book, but also wrote the reasons for recommendation, which was thoroughly analyzed. I can't help thinking, "It is said that reading history makes people wise and reading poetry makes people witty." Ma Jingyu got excellent grades and worked in a clear and orderly way, thanks to reading so many history books! "
At this reading exchange meeting, I was deeply moved by Yang Yiqing's communication. Yes, don't we lack Sarah's noble but not arrogant, noble and beautiful qualities? Think about it, a little princess who is spoiled by everything still has the elegant temperament of a princess in the face of disaster, which requires perseverance!
The students took the stage to speak one after another, and the exchange meeting quietly came to an end in the applause of the students. I also benefited a lot.
Good book, grow up with me. A good book will accompany me all my life. After this exchange meeting, I will like reading more.
My growth diary 5 "Gung, Gung, Gung ..." 20xx65438+10/8 On this day, a clever and lovely little boy came into this world, and that was himself-Chen Yuming.
/kloc-at the age of 0, he began to teach himself to walk and talk. Every time my mother holds her waist in her hands and walks out step by step. Day by day, I can finally walk by myself! Dad usually teaches himself the most basic language: "Yu Ming, call dad!" "As the days passed, my language became richer and more fluent.
When I was 4 years old, I began to learn roller skating. At first, I slipped carefully for fear of falling down. I think everyone else is so good. I have to work hard and I must become a roller skater. Dad always encourages himself to say, "Don't be discouraged in anything, come on!" " I finally learned to skate, and I skate very fast.
It's much more difficult to learn skateboarding at the age of 6 than roller skating. But I don't think I need to be afraid, because as long as I have perseverance, I can succeed. This is what the teacher told us! Every time I skate by myself, sometimes I fall before I stand firm. Although it hurts, I have learned superb skills and I am very proud!
Now I am 9 years old, I can help others, do housework for my parents and care about national affairs ... Now I am more and more sensible and mature!
I will grow up and have more growth diaries. Let's look forward to it!
My growth diary 6 grows like an ink bottle. When you suck it dry, you have written a beautiful story. Everyone is growing up and drawing colorful hearts with the strokes of experience.
I still remember that in the summer when I was eight years old, my little figure followed my grandmother, shuttled through the maze of hutongs, wandered in the harvest fields, and finally stepped into the once clear lake. Here, I have an indissoluble bond with water.
Grandma rolled up her trouser legs, stepped into the water and waved to me. I looked at my grandmother, looked at the dark water and shook my head. Near noon, grandma groped in the water, as if looking for something called "snail", with happy notes on her face. I have no choice. I took off my shoes and jumped into the river. The water was very shallow, and as soon as I reached my knees, I learned from my grandmother and touched it solemnly. There are so many screws here. I grabbed it, and my face turned red, and the sweat of the bean kept falling. Later, we went home one by one.
This is the first time I have felt the baptism of the Great Lakes on my growth. That year, I was eight years old.
My growing diary 7 In the process of growing up, many stories happened, which can make me grow up and accompany me for a lifetime.
The story begins when I was in kindergarten. At that time, my mother often listened to some touching stories and watched some interesting cartoons on the computer. I think computers are really amazing! Listening to stories and watching cartoons can be done on the computer. Just like a TV set! Once, I went to my classmate's house to play. My classmates showed me all kinds of small games on the computer, such as happy farm and happy ranch ... I thought: I can still play small games on the computer! After returning home, I also applied for an account from the computer to play small games. A computer is really like a game place!
After school, you can search for information from the computer when you encounter problems that you can't do. In my eyes, the computer at this time is a versatile teacher! I also see parents often chatting with classmates on the computer. At this time, the computer became an infinite mobile phone in my eyes! Gradually, I have become familiar with computers. I opened my own space and wrote a lot of mood diaries. I also applied for my own mailbox, so I can write to many friends.
The computer grew up with me, and also witnessed and recorded my growth story!
My growing diary 8 heart, still wandering in pain and loneliness, still struggling, still crying! She left, leaving me silently to bear the endless thoughts of her. 365 days and nights, I think about her all the time. I don't know when, it has deepened again!
The night deepened unconsciously in my mind. But I can't help thinking about my heart and walking alone on a quiet path. The night wind blew away my hair, but I didn't feel anything. this is ...
My friends always think that I am happy because of my strong appearance! But do you know that loneliness can only be understood by yourself? In fact, I always want to cry, and I want to cry my pain in a place where no one is there. But I can't, because I have no tears. I learned to accept loneliness at an early age. I no longer cry for feeling lonely or miserable, but I have learned to bear it. When you bear it, it will only be more sad than crying.
I don't know why, I always like to stay in the dark and watch the world alone. I like it very much. Why do you feel a little sad?
My growth diary is 9 12 years old. I was born in a very happy family. I was very noisy when I was a child. I often make my mother angry with the love of my family. But now that I'm grown up, it's not like this anymore. I remember that when I was in the fourth grade, I scored above 90 in almost every exam, but later, because of fun, my grades dropped, and the previous 90 became 80, which made my mother's brain hurt. Once I actually took home a test paper with a score of more than 70. When I got home, my mother talked to me in detail and said, "If you don't study hard, your family won't spoil you any more, and your friends will stay away from you and stop playing with you."
After listening to my mother's words, I listened carefully in class and got better and better grades. Since then, I have also understood a truth: success comes only after failure, and it is life that makes me thoroughly understand the profound meaning of the sentence "failure is the mother of success". In the fierce competition, I even realized that "I will be beaten if I fall behind". Life is like a strong cup of coffee, savor it carefully and you will understand it eventually.
My growth diary 10 volunteer smile circle has five colors, symbolizing the five rings, and there are five colors: blue, black, red, yellow and green. I tried my best to fulfill my promise to them.
Smile, the messenger who conveys the spirit of helping others; Smile, the messenger who conveys the spirit of civilization and etiquette; Smile represents an example of honesty and trustworthiness; Smiling represents an example of learning and enterprising; Smile, the guardian of nature ...
The blue volunteer smile circle represents the blue sky and the sea. The blue sky is clear and beautiful, and the deep blue sea is endless. There are birds in the blue sky and fish in the sea; Birds can fly freely in the sky and fish can swim freely in the sea. If we regard learning as an interest, we are like birds (collections) in the blue sky and fish in the sea, flying freely in the ocean of knowledge, learning and making progress, and constantly innovating. I will try my best to learn all kinds of knowledge. On the basis of learning all my lessons well, I will constantly enrich and improve myself through social practice, extensive reading and various activities, and strive to become a little messenger of the 20xx Beijing Olympic Games.
During the holiday, I read a lot of extracurricular books, especially books about Olympic knowledge, and got a deeper understanding of the Olympic spirit.
I will continue to inspire myself with a blue smile, help others with a red smile, care for others, send people the warmth of young pioneers, convey smiles, convey happiness and convey the Olympic spirit.
Smiles touch the world, smiles touch Beijing and smiles touch many people. With a smile, I try to grow up together.
My growth diary 1 1 I used to like the feeling of keeping a diary, and I also like the feeling that my articles were read by teachers as model essays. I also dream of becoming a writer. But everything fades with the passage of time, and only the regrets and heartache that float from time to time remain in my heart. Looking at the bright smiling faces of the children in front of me, I hope they are also looking forward to the dream of literature as I was then.
Finally, in this season of trees and flowers, our Growth Diary is in close contact with our classmates. Let's share the joys and sorrows of growing up. Isn't it another kind of happiness? In the diary, students can record loneliness and troubles in their growth, express happiness and beauty in their growth, and have things they envy, like, envy and yearn for. What a wonderful thing! Record your play, you grow up in play, and recall that carefree childhood. Write your loneliness and let the lonely and sad mood flow away with the pen tip; Express your reverence, grow up in reverence, and make the hero fearless with your own growth.
Yes, growth has entrusted us with too many feelings and carried too many hopes. Faced with so many eyes around us that care about us, what is the reason for not growing up well? May our "growth diary" record all the wonderful life!
My growth diary 12 Everyone has an unforgettable childhood, and everyone's childhood has an unforgettable story.
When I was six years old, I spent most of my time at my grandmother's house. There is a small canal next to my grandmother's house, so I usually keep my brother and me very strict and don't let us play with water, but I always feel that water is nothing to be afraid of. One day, when my grandfather went to the opera, my grandmother dropped in. My brother and I snuck out to play ball. We threw the ball around and kicked it around, having a good time, but the ball accidentally rolled into a small canal. The water in the small canal is running water, and the ball is about to be washed away by the water. I was in a hurry, so I bravely said, "The ball can't be washed away by water. Look at me. " I bent down to catch the ball, but I couldn't reach it. I try to reach it. I plunged into the water because of my unstable center of gravity. The small canal flooded my head, leaving only my hands exposed. The younger brother looked worried and immediately found a stick to stand by the canal. I caught it. Although my body is fixed, my head is still in the water and my feet are still flapping in the water. Because I tried too hard, I only heard a click, and my brother's stick was broken. My brother went to grandma in tears, but I didn't despair. I grabbed a branch by the canal and finally managed to climb it. When grandma came, I looked like a frightened chicken. At that time, grandma was too scared to speak.
Since then, my grandmother has taken care of me more strictly and won't let me near the water. But grandma didn't know that I was bitten by a snake, but she was afraid of the rope for ten years. I won't go into the water again without adult supervision.
My growth diary 13 20xx 65438+1Sunday, October 7th.
The first day of soaking mung beans
This afternoon, the teacher gave us an assignment to observe the growth process of mung beans. After school, I put the bottle on the table and pumped a little more water. I touched it and found that mung beans are particularly hard, much like many emeralds, just waiting for them to germinate quietly.
20xx65438+1Monday, October 8th, cloudy.
Soak mung beans the next day
I got up early today. I got dressed and ran to the table at once. I see my beans. He became fat and felt soft, as if there was a crack in the middle.
20xx65438+1Tuesday, October 9th, sunny
The third day of soaking mung beans
This morning, I found that the beans were a little bigger and had a short tail. At noon, its tail seems to be getting longer again, just like a tadpole's small tail.
Through this planting activity, I found planting is a very difficult thing. Therefore, we must not waste food, but cherish the fruits of farmers' uncles' labor.
Teacher's comment: The little author observes carefully and narrates concretely. The observation was carried out in chronological order, and the growth process of small bean sprouts was recorded. If you can add your own mood changes, you will be more active!
My growth diary14 June 20xx 10 Sunday weather: sultry.
My name is Huang Yuxiang. I'm eight and a half years old and now I'm in grade two. I'm not tall, short, fat or thin, but I look handsome. Some aunts who like me often call me "handsome".
I like sports very much. I am good at cycling, skateboarding, playing badminton, table tennis, skipping rope, anything. In addition, I am a music committee member in my class, and I like playing cucurbit flute very much. On Children's Day, I also performed "Bambusa in the Moonlight", which was well received by teachers and classmates.
I have a small shortcoming, that is, I am a little playful. Do your homework too fast, and sometimes your handwriting is a little sloppy. Sometimes I make mistakes in math problems because I am careless and don't like to check. My mother criticized me several times for this, saying that I was really careless. I'm a little worried. Starting today, I am determined to get rid of this bad habit. When doing homework, I will read the questions carefully, write them carefully, and finally check them carefully. Please supervise me and watch my actions!