Tuibian junior three composition

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I still remember when I was in the fourth grade, many students in my class had their own bicycles. I envy them every time they pass in front of me by bike.

So I asked my mother to buy a bike. I thought my mother would agree easily, but she said uncharacteristically, "You can have a bike, but you must make sure that you can study hard and don't throw it in the corner like an old toy when you are tired of playing." Can you do it? "

What's so hard about that? I thought to myself. So, I agreed.

The new bike was bought soon. I am so happy that I can't wait to drag my mother out to learn driving. We found a quiet path, and then my mother held the bike. I stepped over the bike carefully and sat firmly on it.

At first, pedaling was slow, with mother's protection, riding was stable. So I began to try to speed up. My speed is getting faster and faster, and the surrounding scenery is being swept back faster and faster. Just when I thought it was so simple to ride a bike, I suddenly lost my balance and leaned to one side involuntarily. I looked aside and my mother didn't know when she had let go.

I tried to keep my balance, but I finally fell down. I fell heavily on the ground and scraped my leg a little. When my mother saw this, she quickly came to help me up and then wiped my wound with paper.

Although the first attempt failed, I didn't give up so easily. I picked up my bike and started a new attempt.

This time, I learned from the last experience and slowed down. But I seem to be enchanted. As soon as my mother let go, I fell to one side like a kite with a broken thread. I fell to the ground again, and so did my bike. The slowly turning wheels seem to laugh at my incompetence. The tingling from my thighs and arms almost made me give up.

At this time, my mother ran over like last time, helped me up and comforted me, saying, "Although you failed several times, you can't just give up, otherwise your previous falls were all in vain." I believe you can fulfill your promise. "

After listening to my mother, I thought it was right. So, I patted the dust on my body, lifted my bike and started a new attempt.

In countless falls and climbs, constantly sum up experience. Finally, I was able to ride a bike by myself.

No matter how busy I am now, I will take time to ride a bike to exercise by the river on weekends and feel the happiness it brings me.

Maybe many people can ride bicycles, but this experience of learning bicycles has made me understand: once you set a goal, you must do your best to achieve it. Even if the process is painful, the happiness at that moment is far greater than the pain before.

Since then, I have gradually changed from a willful spoiled child to a man who dares to take responsibility and persist.

Growth is a process of transformation, which is bound to be accompanied by pain and confusion, but then there is a broader sky.

A long time ago, I was the darling of my family, and my parents would give me anything I wanted. My parents will buy me whatever I want, which makes me want to buy everything I see and get it soon. Playing outside is also bullying, often quarreling with other children, and parents often quarrel with others. However, when I was three years old, I entered kindergarten.

Kindergarten teachers will not be partial to any child, because they have to enlighten them. Of course, my personality has hit a wall many times in kindergarten. I quarrel with a child almost every day, and sometimes with my teacher. My parents are not so partial to me as before, and quarreling with others will comfort me, but quarreling with teachers will inevitably be scolded. It is in this way that I hit a wall again and again that I gradually grew up and began to consider the feelings of others, and I will think about it for a long time before doing things. Originally angular stones were washed into smooth pebbles by running water, and only smooth pebbles can better integrate into this world.

The second transformation was in primary school. At this time, I often take some words said by adults as the golden rule, and "persistence is victory" is a typical one. Teachers say this sentence every day, and successful cases make me believe this law more. But one day, a piece of news made me change my mind. A famous actor in China died, but he was very young, less than forty years old, and insisted on exercising, but he still died of illness. At that time, I asked my mother, didn't she insist on exercising? Why is he still dead? My mother sighed and solemnly said to me, "Some things can't be insisted on blindly. No matter how powerful people are, they can't reach heaven. " This was undoubtedly a blow to me at that time. The belief that supported me for a long time collapsed, and I was lost for a long time.

During this time, I attributed many things that I couldn't finish to my own fault, because others could finish them, and then I began to distrust myself and became afraid to try, and the registration of some competitions was not so active. But my aunt changed me.

My aunt was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer in the third grade. The doctor said there was no way, but my aunt insisted on trying. I was confused. I already know the result, so why try? It's just a waste of time. But my aunt insisted on practicing and went to the park for several hours every day. Time passed in this way. One year, two years and three years passed in a blink of an eye. The hospital diagnosed that her condition had been effectively controlled and basically recovered. So everyone thought it was a miracle, and I was surprised, so I asked my aunt. She said, even if I knew it was impossible, I would try, and even if I failed, I would have no regrets. This gave me a great shock and restored my confidence.

In the process of growing up again and again, I have learned a lot, some of which have benefited me for life, while the transformation again and again has faded the immature shell and brought me a brand-new look. After suffering, there will be gains.

Pupa went through a lot of hardships and finally broke into a butterfly; Pearls are eroded by sediment to produce precious value; Phoenix is reborn after death.

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Butterflies have successfully transformed after the test of hardships; Pearls have successfully transformed in a turbid environment; Phoenix has successfully transformed in the burning fire. And I have changed and improved little by little in every setback and disappointment.

The transformation of kindergartens. I lived in the countryside when I was young. Although I am poor, I am spoiled by my grandmother. I hide behind her every day and flinch when I meet strangers. But this day is not long, and it's time to go to school! I am afraid of strange environment and don't want to go to school. So grandma coaxed me with sweet words, and I just refused. Grandma had no choice but to leave me in kindergarten and let me cry and cry desperately. Tears in the corner of my eyes blocked my sight, and I vaguely saw a figure leave. Gradually … I know it doesn't matter to cry. Lonely, I saw the children having a good time, and I slowly leaned over, trying to touch, trying to feel, and slowly realizing the fun of concentration. My interest is getting stronger and stronger, and I gradually integrate into the collective life of this kindergarten. This is the transformation of growth, I learned to face the novel world bravely!

Transformation of primary schools. In primary school, I looked at my teacher with timid eyes. Whenever the teacher asks someone to answer a question, I unconsciously bow my head in shame, secretly glance at my classmates, scramble for a positive answer, and be praised by the teacher again and again. I sat in my seat and stared enviously. Finally, once, I raised my heavy arm confidently and slowly, and the teacher gave me a click. My heart suddenly trembled, and my face flushed like a drunken sunset. I spoke the answer nervously, fearing that I would be criticized by the teacher and laughed at by my classmates if I didn't answer well. I didn't think about it, but I was recognized by the teacher and applauded by my classmates. I am very happy. My courage and confidence are the joy of success. This is the transformation of growth. I learn to face everyone with confidence!

The transformation of junior high school. Junior high school is full of rugged, and when I first went to school, I was scared out of my mind by the word "speech". I haven't been on stage, and I'm at a loss. How to face this powerful setback, a thousand pounds of boulders are pressing on my chest. I am immersed in meditation day and night, and all kinds of helplessness and despair are intertwined. I have to face it. Sudden setbacks knotted my thoughts and endured the torment of time. I finally stepped onto the sacred platform with fear and panic. Where people pay attention, my behavior seems to be bound, and I slowly ended my speech with hesitant words. Step off the stage and relax completely. It's as simple as that. This is a change in my growth. When I faced setbacks, I learned how to overcome them!

The transformation of growth is a bit of change and improvement. Successfully transformed under the catalysis of repeated hardships. We will turn pupae into butterflies, spread colorful wings and fly to a wider sky!

After passing a grave, the arched grave bag is full of weeds and criss-crossed. At the thought of my body being weathered to the ground by years, my heart is full of sadness and my vision becomes blurred. I can't help asking how much time I have left.

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In the hourglass, tiny grains of sand reflect the glow of the rising sun, and they flow down in strands. I opened my eyes and looked at the empty ceiling before I realized that the New Year had arrived. Suddenly, a tingle turned over, put on his coat, groaned barefoot, picked up the firecrackers he just bought, and thumped, thumped and thumped upstairs. A person, looking at the snow-white world, swept out a clearing, set off firecrackers, and carefully extended Mars to the fuse. Gorgeous fireworks went out in the snow, and several footsteps came from far to near, and I raised my mouth. At that time, I was a five-year-old child. My concept of time was nothing more than day after day, year after year, looking forward to the Chinese New Year and setting off firecrackers.

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A year ago, when I had a heart-to-heart conversation with my mother, I accidentally caught a glimpse and found a lock of white hair hidden in my hair. Looking closely, the wrinkles around my mother's eyes deepened a little, and there was another trace between my fingertips. Her back gradually bent and her steps gradually slowed down. Obviously, what she was looking for was in her hand, but she had to look everywhere. The mother in front of me is familiar and unfamiliar.

With a heavy heart, I walked into the room and found firecrackers in a black bag covered with ash. I don't remember when it was left. It began to fade, and its amazing past could be seen in the outline. After years of corrosion, it lost its shiny appearance and left a faded shell.

In the afterglow of the sunset, a small hourglass dripped the last grain of sand into the sand dune. I watched it slide into the sand, watching it. Somehow, I suddenly became nervous. I don't know what I did in the past and what I need to do now.

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On New Year's Eve, thousands of lights and festive colors decorate the earth. With excitement, I came to the zenith shrouded in darkness. Looking around, I found that it was out of place with the world. It's so lonely here. Suddenly, a light caught my attention. It was small and weak, so I stopped and opened my eyes wide. There is a shining and boring star hanging high in the night sky, flashing and flashing desperately. I was attracted by the fireworks that exploded for the first time before I came and thought about it. The stars were silent in a dazzling fireworks feast, and the sparks lit up the air. Its life is so short, but it left a deep mark in my mind. I turned to look for the star. It was in its place, flickering, and finally disappeared like fireworks.

That night, that night's fireworks, they existed for such a short time, but they tried to flash and bloom, and then quietly returned to the dust.

Yes! In fact, why do we obsess about how fast time passes and why do we secretly lament the shortness of life? Life is like fireworks, which will bloom in an instant.

Look, it's dawn. ...

The sunshine here is not dry, the breeze is just right, and a butterfly spreads its wings.

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Going home on weekends, listening to neighbors talking about our school-jiaozhou city No.26 Middle School, was full of "tut-tut" admiration. As a student in No.26 Middle School, I am very proud.

No complaints, high morale; Abandoned the clutter, slightly full of orderly freshness; Eliminate filth and be full of harmony and civilization; Improve the rules and regulations and show the charm of norms.

The corridor is full of scraps of paper, the wall skin that is about to fall off, and the black footprints on it ... all this has become a thing of the past and has long since disappeared. What you see now is that the windows in the teaching building are bright and clean, the long corridors are dazzling clean, the clean stairs are like water, and the items are neatly arranged and beautiful.

During recess and three meals, those foul words can't be heard, but more harmonious and loud notes such as "hello", "sorry", "thank you" and "hello teacher" can be heard.

The two Cao Cao's disorderly talk and slapstick backwardness disappeared; During the flag-raising ceremony, there was a commotion and there was no confusion in dress. Noisy recess, became quiet; The casual whispers in the self-study class also disappeared; Late rest has also become timely and formal. All this stems from the sound, strict, implemented and in place of various rules and regulations, so it began to show its charm.

Looking down from upstairs, the trees on campus are like green notes, making a "rustling" sound. A tree is taller and greener than a tree. Every leaf looks so fresh, and the green makes you see things in a blur. Looking into the distance, several "minions" are moving slowly with brooms, holding a book that I don't know which subject it is, while carrying it, while paying attention to whether there is any new garbage.

After going upstairs, you will find that fire extinguishers are placed in every corner in the middle of the stairs, and the school also held a special fire escape drill to show meticulous care for the students. The completion of the new canteen on the side is close at hand, and the hot water has been prepared for us. The doors of the newly-built football field and basketball court are always open for us to practice. ...

"Oh, I can't go on studying." "I really don't want to stay in this place." "I can't study in class. Those troublemakers disturb the class order all day. It's really annoying." Instead, it is "our school environment is really good"; "Now I feel that studying in our school is a pleasure"; "No one speaks during self-study in my class, and it is good to be in full swing when endorsing"; "I didn't know this place since the new headmaster came in January"; "We have caught up with the school in the city"-the child's words are unscrupulous and heartfelt.

All this stems from the arrival of our handsome young President Joe, who thoroughly cleaned our school for a century and created a quieter, more beautiful and more civilized campus for us. For Chairman Joe, we should sincerely thank him.

Students, let's enjoy this comfortable learning environment, and at the same time, please add a sense of tension and responsibility to ourselves. We will work hard, surpass ourselves, and achieve an achievement that will live up to ourselves, our families and our school in the coming local and junior high school entrance exams. Let's join hands and work together!

Every change in life is a process of growth, from ignorance to maturity, from rebellion to gratitude, from letting nature take its course to mastering one's own destiny. You can grow up all your life, no matter how old you are When you are young or young, the change of growth is the biggest and the most unforgettable.

Whenever I am naughty, my parents always tolerate me and reason with me. Just like when I was fighting with my classmates in primary school, my parents were called to the office. At that time, my parents were like heaven in my heart, but now, they are humbly talking to another parent.

When I got home, my parents came to my room. No one spoke. In the huge room, I only heard the sound of cicadas outside. I dare not look my parents in the eye and keep my head down. At this time, my father spoke, frowning and said to me, "Do you know how serious this time is?" What if you fight now and put it in the student file? This is not a problem that can be solved by money alone! "I don't know how to answer my parents' questions. My father grabbed my hand and slapped my palm hard. I looked at my father dumbfounded and found that my father had changed, and everything was no longer his coquetry. My tears flowed down unconsciously, and I suddenly felt that the whole world did not belong to me. ...

In a blink of an eye, I will graduate from primary school, and I will face the primary school graduation exam soon. From what happened before, I realized that I would be abandoned by the world if I didn't work hard, so I worked hard to prepare for the exam in order to get a satisfactory result in the graduation exam. I studied hard in my room the day before the exam and didn't sleep until the early hours of the morning. I came to the examination room with confidence until the end of the exam. I think I will do well this time, and I am looking forward to it.

When I was in junior high school, my grades were poor, but sometimes I tried to prepare for the exam for the honor of my class. Remember to have a high fever before the exam, and study hard before the exam. I didn't want to sleep at that time, but I fell asleep watching it until my mother woke me up the next day and sent me to the examination room. I was dizzy at that time, and I was in a daze during the exam. My mother came to pick me up after the exam. I sat in the car, feeling blurred. All I know is that when I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed ... Then the exam results came out, and I did well, not too bad. I was very happy at that time, and suddenly I felt that I was not fighting alone. There are teachers, classmates and relatives behind me. Even if I am in poor health, it is a good thing to fight for the honor of my class. Sometimes you know you can't do anything, but you will still fight for it. Maybe a miracle happened.

Perhaps, in the transformation of growth, I moved from ignorance to maturity, and understood why my father was so angry at that time and that there would inevitably be setbacks on the road of life.

Growth is a process of transformation, and the pupa that can't stand the pain becomes a moth. Only the pupae honed in various ways can truly feather into butterflies. -inscription

Look at your face in the mirror and touch it with your hand. Yes, the smooth and round face was covered with stubborn acne. This is the physiological manifestation of adolescence, and it is also the transformation from my childhood naivety to the struggle and competition in junior high school.

Looking back more than two years ago, I was promoted to the top class of junior high school after graduation because my primary school kept the top three in my class. When I entered the strange stage of junior high school and senior high school, I didn't have the pressure to study at first, and I didn't pay attention to my study. I had a good time with my classmates. I didn't expect to be knocked down by the first exam, and I had a 28-year-old brand around my neck. But I am very concerned about my parents' reaction. They became very concerned about my grades. In front of them, I am like a criminal under interrogation. Now I understand that at that time, I couldn't meet their requirements for me since I was a child-entering the county No.1 middle school.

With the passage of time, the final exam results are still not satisfactory, and the pressure of further study is gradually increasing. I also have hidden worries in my heart: the teacher pays less attention to me than at the beginning, my parents attach great importance to my grades, and my classmates are very cold to me. My parents decided to reduce my game time. I don't understand why they want to deprive me of my freedom. Faced with this, I can only shut myself in my room and let my tears wash my face to my heart's content. At school, without teachers' attention, at home, without parents' understanding, I ushered in the first loss of junior high school.

But I will never give up. Since you chose the eagle, you have to endure the pain of plucking hair and removing bones before you can fly outside for nine days. So I asked my parents to transfer me back to the rural school and hone myself. In fact, I also want to avoid myself in the past. In the new school, I have new classmates and friends, and their learning methods scare me: they not only master the knowledge in class, but also delve into the materials themselves and study all weekend. Only then did I know how much time I had to study, and there was no "method" at all.

So I took the initiative to reduce my play time. Since the efficiency can't be improved, I will try my best to attack! Others are taking a nap and I am studying; Others are in class and I am in class; While others were sleeping, I was burning the midnight oil. Many things have happened, my grades have gradually improved, my parents' locked brows have gradually stretched, and my teachers have paid more and more attention to me. Enter the top five in the final exam, and strive to get close to the top students.

Now, I am a junior high school student, and the mountain of the senior high school entrance examination is on my head. My study has entered a white-hot stage, and the classroom is filled with a suffocating atmosphere. Piles of books are piled up on the desk. Time always flies, and I always use so little. I deeply felt the cruelty of learning. If I don't advance, I will be eliminated. Maybe this is the taste of growing up.

When we face the pressure of study and feel helpless and confused; When we have the distress of life and feel powerless; When we see the poor score and feel embarrassed; When we act childish and feel ridiculous and ashamed; Growth, then quietly arrival, and the transformation of growth, let us have more understanding of life.

The reason why an insect can become a butterfly is because it has experienced a struggle. I think this process will hurt. But how is it possible to be reborn without a bath? -inscription

hatch

Thirteen years ago, I was born in the hospital, crying loudly. My eyes are black, but there is a kind of ignorant joy.

When I was a child, I was really naive, romantic and ignorant. In those years, I knew nothing, had no worries, and only played. My grandmother often follows me closely and says with a smile, "Slow down, or you will fall down …" Then she wipes the sweat from my forehead with a handkerchief.

When I was a child, I was always self-centered. The most annoying time is probably because my parents didn't buy me a favorite doll. It was not until later that I found out that in fact, all people were not around me.

cocoon

I grew up bit by bit and reached the age of being sensible. I washed the mud off my body, smoothed the folds of my clothes, picked up a brand-new schoolbag, walked into the classroom and picked up my textbooks. In the years of tempering, finally less naive, a little more sad.

It is another rainy day.

The wind is dancing wildly, tearing up the fallen leaves, but it can't take away the endless boredom.

When I stepped into the house, I couldn't bear to look at my parents' expectant eyes. "Excuse me, I want to be alone!" "The moment I closed the door, my tears finally welled up in my eyes. Why do I work so hard, but my grades are always unsatisfactory?

I fell to the ground, hugging my knees and sobbing, so that loneliness, sadness and confusion surrounded me bit by bit and bound me into a suffocating cocoon.

emerge in large numbers

"Just try this competition!" My father earnestly advised me.

"No, I can't get the prize anyway." I looked indifferent and stared at the book on the table.

To my surprise, my father who talked for a few minutes didn't lose his temper or slam the door, but sat down beside me, patted me on the back and whispered, "It doesn't matter, even if you don't get good grades in the exam, as long as you try your best."

I finally looked up into his eyes. The tenderness and encouragement in his eyes made my heart feel inexplicably soft. I took a deep breath, and the stubbornness in my bones began to stir again: "Okay."

I once again summon up courage to start a new challenge, from habits, methods to mentality, I am changing bit by bit. After countless days and nights of hard work, my grades have finally made obvious progress, and my life is gradually on the right track.

After the ups and downs of life, I gradually understand that life will not always be smooth sailing, and more or less it will experience some setbacks. Failure may also be a common sight in life. In that case, why don't we face it directly and regard it as a force to help us regenerate? Although the process of transformation is very difficult, I understand that I am struggling to break the cocoon into a butterfly.