Life makes us grow up from childishness. In the process of growing up, we often encounter setbacks, failures and pains. Sometimes we are afraid, cowardly and timid ... but more often we succeed after failure.

One day three years ago, when I was in the fourth grade, I was still a child in the eyes of adults. I was walking home from school that afternoon. Turn right and cross an alley. This is my place . I walked carelessly and turned a corner. I saw a scene that stunned me. I saw three gangsters with dyed hair and social appearance trapped a little classmate younger than me. Only one of the tall men said, "Brother, do you have money?" ? You are a little short of money. Can you lend us some money to spend? "The little classmate shook his head in fear. I saw the "yellow hair" next to me say fiercely: "Do you have it or not? Don't you want to give it? Is the bone itchy these days? " Say that finish, he deliberately pinched his fingers and giggled. The little classmates looked at them helplessly and were scared to cry. Looking at the poor appearance of my classmates, I also feel sorry: "Go, stand up, scold them loudly and beat them bravely. "I am courageous for myself. But I'm so thin. It's just another' scapegoat' to go. " Don't go, start looking at the helpless eyes of your little classmates. The last straw, the teacher also taught us to be brave, not afraid of violence, and dare to fight the bad guys. What should I do? "I think of a foolproof way to punish the bad guys without getting hurt. Oh! Got it! I see a telephone booth not far away. So I made two steps in three steps and ran quickly. I called the police uncle and told him that someone here was blackmailing a young classmate and would beat him if he didn't give money. Soon, several policemen came and asked me where the bad guys were. I pointed to the alley. So the police took these "yellow hairs" away. The little classmate looked at me gratefully and said to me, "Thank you, Big Brother." I smiled shyly and said, "Nothing, this is what I should do." At this time, the police uncle came over and patted me on the shoulder: "This classmate, you did the right thing. Teenagers should be as brave as you. You are great. " I smiled happily. When I got home, my mother knew about it and praised me: "Obviously, you have grown up. This time, you really grew up. " I said excitedly, "What, I grew up? I really grew up! I'm not a child anymore! I grew up. ...

In fact, as long as we have experienced, experienced and defeated at that moment. We will grow up.

At this moment, I am really happy!

I remember one day the other day, my father and I competed on the balcony to grow onions. It's interesting to say! Dad is the head of our family and often puts on airs as a parent. He always said I couldn't do it everywhere. It seems that nothing can compare with him, which makes me really unconvinced. So I put forward an onion planting competition, because I watched onions on TV and learned that onions are easy to grow alive. I think I can do it well. Dad looked at me and said doubtfully, "Can you do it?" I answered confidently: "No problem!"

Dad divided the onion into four parts, put some soil in the flowerpot and planted it into a square. Dad smiled and said, "I am square and steady." I divided the onion into three parts, put some soil in the flowerpot and planted it to form a triangle. I also smiled and said, "My triangle is the most stable, Dad. Do you know the stability of triangles? " I saw my father's mouth open a few times and finally didn't make any noise. At this point, I feel happy!

More than ten days have passed, and my father's pot of onions is growing well and green. And my pot of onions is much worse, yellow and thin. In those days, I felt that there was always a proud look in my father's laughter, and my heart was angry and anxious. I went to ask my mother, and my mother told me with a smile that my father used fertile soil, so the pot of onions grew well.

Now I understand that there is still learning in it! I looked up some information about planting onions on the Internet, especially the scientific method of fertilization, so I carefully adopted the scientific fertilization method and strengthened management. This time, the effect is really remarkable. Half a month later, my pot of onions grew very well, lush and slim, and finally surpassed my father's pot of onions.

I was so excited that I finally succeeded. Dad also praised me happily: "This child is a bit promising." At this moment, I am really happy!

I have grown up.

Growth is a cup of tea. We need to taste it slowly and drink it carefully in order to taste its sweetness and drink its bitterness. ...

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In the afternoon, holding a cup of green tea, the elegant fragrance of tea made me see the recent scene.

She is the object of my frequent quarrels. Unfortunately, this semester's seat happened to be arranged to sit with her. It's true that friends don't meet. She forgot to bring her English book when she was reading this morning. She looked at me with pitiful eyes when I was reading a book. I looked at her. She didn't speak, but I knew it. "Do you want to borrow her to watch it together?" I thought to myself, "She didn't ask me to borrow it. Why did you show it to her?" The usual contradiction urges me to oppose this practice. However, I think, where is the truth in the book and the teacher's teaching? Is "helping each other" just a casual slogan? There are contradictions, mutual assistance is true, and friendship still exists. After some psychological struggle, I finally moved the book and motioned to read it with her. She touched the book and looked up at me. We passed a warm smile.

Yes, I grew up and learned to smile.

In the evening, put a cup of black tea on the table, which is full of flavor. It tastes astringent and sad.

During the holiday, I admired a net friend. From his words, I fell in love with this feeling. However, the homework is heavy, and I can't indulge in this feeling. Therefore, I restrained myself from surfing the Internet. Although sometimes I can't help but turn on the computer secretly, every time I think of what he said to me: "Have a good class and have a good exam!" " "I always come back to reality, pick up the book and read it carefully.

Every time I close the door to sleep, I always can't restrain my feelings and often cry. ...

Yes, I grew up and learned to miss and cry.

If innocence is flawless beauty, it will be even more beautiful when you grow up. I learned to enjoy, ups and downs, which is also a problem when I grow up.

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I bid farewell to the primary school full of childlike interest and entered the middle school full of hope. Although the courses have been added a lot and the workload of homework has increased a little, I still often reflect: "Have I really grown up?"

I grew up, bid farewell to naivety and move towards maturity. My perspective on the problem has changed and become more objective and comprehensive; I often reflect, often try, and try to rely on my own strength to explore the principle of a thing.

I grew up, bid farewell to dependence and move towards independence. I won't let my parents fold the quilt, clean the house and pack my schoolbag for me again. When others want to help me, I often say confidently, "I can do it!" " "When my parents are away, I will take care of my life alone. When my parents are busy, I will help with housework and chat with my parents to relieve boredom. I will use my ability to create a beautiful day!

I grew up, bid farewell to pride and learn to be modest. I remember when I was in primary school, I did well in an exam unexpectedly. I am very complacent and proud, but in another unit exam, I stumbled and lost my foothold. My mother often says I am proud, but I can't change it. But I got 1 1 in the mid-term exam this semester. I am no longer proud, but humbly accept other people's opinions and study harder. Finally, I won the first place in the final exam. I tasted the sweetness of humility.

When I grow up, I bid farewell to laziness and move towards diligence. I used to sleep late in primary school, but when I entered junior high school, I was "bitter" and arrived at school at 7:25 in the morning. At first, I complained every day: I was still writing my homework so late, I had to get up early in the morning, and what was more painful was that I had to go to class on Saturday and go to the Olympics on Sunday. But then I found that getting up early every day is not a bad thing, it exercises our will. I began to stop complaining. I have to say, I am diligent.

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Perhaps, this is called growth, and the journey of growth is a section. ...

"Have I really grown up?"

Oh! Yes, I have grown up. ...