【#英语资源# 导语】成长的路上，有许多标点符号，它们记录着每个人的成长。顿号记录努力，逗号记录进步，分号记录超越，句号则记录成功，我们的成长路上还一直学习着。以下是©无忧考网整理的内容，希望对您有所帮助。In the process of my colorful growth, there are many stories, which are like countless in the sky.
I remember that last year's children's day, our class teacher, miss Zhang Lili, sent us a piece of cake to express our concern and love. We lined up to pick up a group of people. When it turned to a special person, Xu Sihan, something bad happened. He accidentally dropped the cake.
We and the teacher were surprised. Several students took the initiative to clean up. After a while, the teacher said, "we didn't expect that he accidentally dropped the cake on the ground. Who can make him eat the cake?" the students talked about it, but no one raised his hand. The teacher said, "let's talk after music class." we lined up and walked out of the classroom.
At this time, I thought as I walked: how can I let him eat the cake? If I give him my cake, I can satisfy him. Although I can't eat the cake given to me by the teacher, I have helped my classmates. I have felt the teacher's love and concern for me!
After class, the teacher asked us, "students, have you figured out a way?" only me and two students in the class raised their hands. The teacher said disappointedly, "what? Just three people know." the students were embarrassed to lower their heads. The teacher asked a classmate to say, "cut a classmate's cake in half for him."
"What's the dress?" the teacher asked. Another classmate put his hand down. The teacher asked me to answer again. I said seriously, "I'd like to give him my cake!" and I walked quickly and slowly sent the cake to him. When I sent him the cake, the teacher specially took a picture of us. The students clapped warmly. I walked slowly back to my seat with a red face. I feel happy!
Although I have no cake to eat, I am still very happy - because I helped my classmates!Every day, I am silent in my study. Originally, I was not interested in learning. I went to school every day and just played. I sat in my chair in class in order to wait for class to end. Later, the teacher's earnest words made me realize that reading is for myself.
That was when I was in grade three. Every day when I came to school, I left my schoolbag and went to find my classmates to play with.
One day, I came to school early. As usual, I dropped my schoolbag. At the moment I was ready to run, there was an adult's strict voice behind me: "stop, have you finished your homework?" I was surprised and afraid. I thought it was like the voice of the head teacher's Chinese teacher. I immediately took back my step, turned around, smiled at the teacher, and then saluted "good morning, teacher". The corner of the teacher's mouth moved slightly and said, "don't talk nonsense, where's the homework?" I was forced to open the chain of my schoolbag and turn over the homework secretly. "What should I do? I had to take it out. I took out my homework, smiled and reluctantly" took it out "Send it to the teacher. The teacher opened the homework, which seemed very simple, but my heart jumped. The teacher glanced at it, put it back on my desk, and then took me to her office to drink" bitter coffee. "" Huo Zhengyuan, what do you want to shock? You haven't done your homework for a few weeks. What do you do at school? " "Teacher, actually I don't want to read. I don't think I'm the material for reading. I just want to play." "You're only 9 years old. What can you do if you don't read? Besides, when your parents get old, they'll be raised by you. Even if you're not the material for reading, you can still read! Reading doesn't matter whether you're smart or smart, but whether you read with your heart or not. Go back and think about it! Reading is paving the way for your future and for yourself."
The teacher's words changed me. I was determined to study hard. Now, I think reading makes me understand that the only way out is it. It is in the process of learning that I gradually grew up. I found that as long as I am willing to read, there is no saying whether I am stupid or not.As the saying goes, "everyone has a first time" is true. Just last week, I became an exciting and exciting little policeman, and through this thing, I got to know Shuangliu again in my heart
At noon on Thursday, Mr. Huang told our class to be a little policeman. As soon as he heard this, the classroom burst open. Some looked a little excited, some looked depressed, and some were calm. It seemed that nothing had anything to do with him. I'm not. That's not a joke. It's not easy to be a policeman! Maybe passers-by don't listen to the advice of the police. It's common! I can't afford to go, but I'll give it up for the sake of the police uncle.
We set off immediately on Friday afternoon. Many pedestrians cast envious eyes along the way. In this way, after a while, we arrived at the intersection of Tanghu park. No, I came to the law enforcement post in the repeated struggle of my heart and learned some moves from the aunt of the counsellor on the side. Looking around, there are endless streams of traffic and tourists everywhere. It can be said that it is strong! I waved my left and right fingers, and the vehicles were unusually "obedient". Soon after a good scene, an aunt rushed over when she saw that there were no vehicles running around at a red light. I see all kinds of helplessness. Should I go to persuade this aunt? What if I go and the aunt scolds me! I was confused and at a loss, but under my conscious leadership, I summoned up my courage and walked over. First, I gave my aunt a team salute and said hesitantly in half Mandarin and half Sichuan Dialect: "aunt, please don't cross the road again. You see how dangerous it is. What if you get hurt!" "Oh! I know. I'll pay attention next time!" my aunt smiled and left. This is a joke! Still laughing, ha ha! Shameless, do you know why Japan's small country still calls us Chinese "sick man of East Asia"? That's because we Chinese have no quality, ugly Chinese! Do you know why Japan, a small country, is so powerful? That's because the Japanese have very high quality! But in China, alas, the aunt I saw today is still ashamed, but I think she should be used to that sentence! The aunts I saw today have to listen to advice, but some people not only don't listen to advice, but also beat the police! I think the main reason why China cannot become strong is that it has no quality at all. Hey! Wake up, Chinese, for our new tomorrow. Alas! I sighed and continued my voluntary work.
Growing up in learning, I understand that in order to create a new China, everyone has an obligation. Only when we Chinese have quality, will we make China really strong!On the way of growth, there are many punctuation marks, which record everyone's growth. Stop records efforts, comma records progress, semicolon records transcendence, and full stop records success... Everyone is fighting for their full stop, and so am I.
When I was a child, I always wanted to show my excellence like a calligrapher, so I often took a small brush and imitated the calligrapher to dip in a little ink and write a few words I just knew on rice paper. When I finished writing, I dragged all the ink and bumped to my grandfather. At that time, I always thought what I got was a round full stop. But whenever I ask grandpa if it's good writing, grandpa always says, "writing is very progressive, but it's still a long way from people who really write well." Alas, this is just a comma in life. I have to learn from others
When I grew up, I wanted to show my ability like a painter, so I always learned that the painter took small paintings that he thought were beautiful and "appreciated" them to my grandfather. At that time, I thought I had got a round end. But grandpa always said, "well, it's very beautiful, but it's still a little worse than the children who really draw well." I still only got a comma. I still have to learn from others
When I was older, I would always take the papers and show them to my grandpa. At that time, my grandpa would always look at the red scores on the papers and smile. I thought I got a heart full stop this time, but my grandpa would always touch my head and say, "OK, I did not make a mistake in the exam, but I still have to work hard to get 100 points." what I got was still a comma, You have to learn from others
Later, I gradually became more sensible. I wanted to learn from my big brother and sister to show my filial piety, so I helped grandpa wash the dishes and do some housework within my ability. Whenever I show my work to my grandfather, I think I get a full stop. But grandpa always smiled at me and said, "well, yes, really sensible, but I must keep it." what I got is still a comma, and I have to work hard
Slowly, I heard many stories about Comrade Lei Feng. I began to learn from him, helping grandma carry vegetables, helping grandpa water flowers, participating in public welfare activities, and taking the initiative to give love. Gradually, Grandpa smiled more. One day, Grandpa called me and gave me a book, which recorded everything I did to help others. In that book, Grandpa wrote a paragraph: child, you have been chasing the full stop of growth. You write, draw and study hard, but everything always disappoints you. What you welcome is a comma. Now you learn from Lei Feng and help others, Grandpa saw it, although you still didn't usher in the period you love, you can usher in the exclamation point that people admire!Time flies. In the twinkling of an eye, I have grown from an ignorant child to a quite mature middle school student. In the process of growing up, many small stories have taken place, including joy, sorrow and joy. They have brought me enlightenment. With my growth, I still remember them.
I remember once electing members of the brigade. This is a regretful and meaningful story in my growth. The school will hold the 15th children's Congress, one by one, and select a group of outstanding team members from many excellent team members. First of all, I was lucky to be elected by the class, and then I successfully stood out from the interview. I can be said to have passed five passes and cut six generals. I took the unlimited expectations of my teachers and classmates to participate in the final voting of the Youth Congress, and 19 of the 24 team members will be elected.
I went home and prepared my speech very carefully. When I participated in the closing ceremony with confidence, I was shocked. I lost the election. I was stunned and ranked 20th, only 6 votes short. I still didn't have the experience of my classmates in grade one and grade two. At that time, my mood fell to an unprecedented low. How can I face those parents, teachers and classmates who support and trust me?
Back home, I want to cry, but I can't cry. I can't live a child's life anymore. If you fail, you should find out your shortcomings, make efforts to correct them, accumulate experience, and overcome setbacks with hard actions. I can no longer face failure with tears. Facing it bravely and trying to overcome it is what I want to do now, because I have grown up and will continue to grow.
In the process of growing up, there will always be joy and sorrow. Because growth is a hard journey, a winding mountain road, followed by winding and heavy footsteps. Looking forward, it is full of thorns, and sometimes you will be scratched, but as long as you are brave to pursue, you can't stay or even retreat due to temporary pain. The road will eventually extend under your feet. Growth is this endless long road, and there will be a beautiful sun at the end. When I was pleased to find that I understood this, I knew that I had grown up. It was this growing story that made me understand the great truth.
Through this growing story, I realized that I can't give in to this failure and try to do more in order to meet the bright sunshine. I believe I will be elected in the next election! Taste every bit of growth, hang the sail and let the dream sail.It was a winter. It was getting dark early. The cold north wind blew on my face and hurt. I'm not afraid to walk at night, so after school, I hum a song and go home. At this time, there was a ringing telephone nearby. I looked around and finally saw a brand-new mobile phone by the snowbank.
When I picked it up, there was only a scratch on one corner of the screen. I wonder who was in a hurry. I patted my frozen red cheek and thought whether to return it to the owner or not? I didn't expect this to happen to me.
Don't trust those people in the news who say they are calm from picking up their mobile phone to returning their mobile phone. This kind of thing doesn't happen to yourself. You can't feel the excitement at all.
I'm still thinking: is it still? Or take it for yourself? These two thoughts are like two villains, a white face and a black face. The white face said, "of course, it's not easy for people to make money. Have you forgotten what the teacher taught you to find the money?"
The black faced man smiled and said, "what's more! If you don't do it for yourself, heaven will kill you! Don't you forget the news report that the boy picked up the mobile phone and returned it. The owner sent him some winter vacation homework in order to thank him? These are the lessons of blood and tears of 'predecessors'
I shook my head and tried to wake myself up. After thinking and thinking, I think the white faced man is right. When the bell rang again, I pressed the "answer button"
The next day, I returned the phone to the owner as promised. Instead of buying me winter vacation homework, the owner thanked me - it seems that there are still many good people in the world!
On the way back, I couldn't help thinking about life and society: I used to laugh at this kind of news before. I thought it was easy to return the owner, but only after I really realized it would I admire those people with conscience. They chose morality between interests and morality. Like most people, I also chose to stick to the bottom line of morality. Maybe this is growth!In the 13 years I have spent, I am very glad to have a reasonable mother. I am very satisfied to have a happy family. After 13 years of honing, I have thrived. I am no longer the little girl who can only be coquettish and angry. In my deep memory, there is always one thing lingering in my heart.
At that time, I was in a particularly rebellious time. I would start to get tired of my mother's nagging and her character of taking care of everything. On weekends, whenever I have a chance, I always play around with a group of so-called friends. At that time, I should have hurt my mother's heart! I can't remember what made me want to leave my mother and run away from home.
That day, I took nothing with me, got angry with my mother, and then slammed the door out. My mother just sat at the table, hunched her head, hated my impolite attitude towards her, and worried that I would be hungry if I didn't eat. I wandered alone in the street like this, like a bird locked in a cage for a long time was released instantly. I think I am very free.
They all said they didn't eat. I was so hungry that I came to the roadside stall and sat down. Penniless, I dare not ask my boss for something to eat. I can only watch others eat with relish. I began to miss my mother's delicious food and wanted to go home, but I soon gave up the idea. The boss looked at me carefully up and down, then looked at the photos in his hand and brought me a bowl of hot noodles without saying a word. I was so hungry that I wolfed down without saying anything. Later, I was surprised. After asking the boss, I knew that my mother had told the boss in advance that I had paid the money. I was afraid I was hungry. I was stunned, "mother..." I had a lot of thoughts. My mind was full of my dissatisfaction and impoliteness to my mother. I even wanted to leave her.
"I just gave you a bowl of noodles, and your mother is the one who raised you all your life." I was particularly impressed by what the boss told me. I suddenly realized it, ran home with tears, hugged my mother tightly, and vowed never to do this again.
We always leave the most irritable and unbearable self in our body to the people we love most, but we often ignore their meticulous care for us. Thank you, my favorite mother!I am an only child. Although I am ten years old, I am still held and spoiled by adults as a "little princess" at home. But I always feel that this sweet care is sometimes really embarrassing.
I want to grow up!
Look, here's the chance. One day, I saw my mother holding a brand-new and beautiful digital camera. I hurried over. "Mom, how can I take this?" I asked suspiciously. My mother smiled and said to me, "if you can master the use of the camera, I'll lend you the camera for half a year." I was overjoyed and thought: This is not only a digital camera, but also an opportunity to exercise myself, so I agreed.
After dinner, I sat at my desk, holding the camera and the manual, watching carefully. After a while, I can control the startup, shutdown, photography and background. But at this time, my mother gave me a "decree": take a video for her. How? I frowned, helpless. But in order to get this camera and prove that I have grown up, I concentrate on research: I hold the camera, look left and right, look up and down, but I can't find the key to shoot the video. But I was not discouraged. While reading the manual, I tried again and again, and finally completed my mother's requirements.
But the big problem is still ahead. "Well, that's good," my mother said kindly to me. "Then turn the camera to automatic shooting and take a picture of our family." now I'm stupid. Automatic shooting. Can I do it! I said with a sad face, "it's really difficult! Mom, do you deliberately make trouble for me!" I just wanted to ask my father for help, but at this time, "I want to grow up!" this sentence came to mind in my ear. So I buried myself in hard work again. I took the manual and looked at it attentively. After half an hour of "fighting", I finally found the "mystery". "Dad, mom, come and see, I found it and can shoot it!" I shouted excitedly. With a "click", a family photo remained forever. I succeeded again. I took another step forward on the road of growth.
Through this, I learned a truth: no matter what I do, as long as I make up my mind to continue to study hard and work hard for my goal, I will succeed!In this semester's teaching festival activities, there was the link of making digital stories. In the early stage of the exhibition, teachers were busy, and I was no exception. I was still trying to recall the digital story lecture given by Professor Li Jiahou of East China Normal University in Shanghai. Fortunately, I helped Mr. Hu do some picture processing at that time, At the same time, I also collected some digital stories about teaching on the Internet. After careful reading, I had some insights.
A good digital story needs a refined story, appropriate pictures and integrated music, but my teaching experience is short and there is not much to write. After discussing with my teacher, I decided to make my own personal experience into a short digital story. Because I was too lazy and didn't prepare in advance, I had to use the remaining night to complete it. During the day, I racked my brains to design every sentence in the story. After returning home from work, the computer searched and got all the possible photos. After several hours of hard work, the pictures and words were arranged properly. Fortunately, there was a colleague's template, The size and speed of the text save a lot of time, but I have too many pictures. The inserted music can't support so many pictures. I can only search for solutions on the network. Fortunately, the last problem has been solved. It's late at night
At noon the next day, teacher Yu reviewed my digital story. She helped me to modify some links. Due to time constraints, there was no way to modify it and showed it directly. During the viewing, playing with a larger projector was a foil in itself. With the embellishment of the song "childhood", the atmosphere was very strong at that time. The teachers present were moved. In fact, they were also moved.
Digital story is really a magical thing. It can combine ordinary pictures, words and music to form a powerful force. When you are making it, it is also a review of life. There is my growth story, which can integrate your life, emotions, thoughts and dreams and fly with you.In the process of growing up, there are many unforgettable things in my mind. Today I'll talk about one of the growth stories.
With the sound of music, we danced a happy Latin dance. After the two dances, we walked down the stage in a neat line... This is my first Latin dance grading test scene. For this grading test, we prepared for more than a month. After more than a month of hard practice, we can finally dance neatly and beautifully.
After more than a month of practice, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. One day, our whole class practiced under the guidance of the teacher, and I was dancing seriously. However, the teacher suddenly stopped the music and shouted at me, "what's the matter with you? You can't do such a simple action well? Come again!" after I listened to it, a burst of grievances poured into my nose and tears swirled in my eyes from time to time. Since then, I practiced in the square every day until 89 p.m. when I got home, I listened carefully to the beat of the music, Think carefully about the details of the action... Finally, my kung fu pays off. In a dance class, I easily finished two dances. After the teacher carefully read it, he praised me, and my heart was suddenly sweet.
On the day of the grade examination, I finished the dance freely and came home. My mind was full of happy reverie. Several months have passed, and my grade examination certificate has not been issued yet. I have some doubts. Haven't I taken the exam? Why not give me a certificate? There are more and more problems in my heart. At this time, my mother came to comfort me and said, "don't think any more. Maybe the certificate wasn't done well?" after listening to my mother's words, my mood was much better. Finally, last month, I got my certificate and medal. I'm very happy!
Certificates and medals can only represent past honors. Today, I will redouble my efforts and make new achievements! The wealth of experience makes me more and more excellent, because I firmly believe that no pain, no gain, as long as perseverance, no matter what you do, you can succeed!