I grew up in the sixth grade

Sixth grade, grow to 1. There is always a pair of big hands in my memory. They are my mother's hands.

Every morning, my mother and I always walk hand in hand across the street in front of the door and across the opposite alley. Then, I go to school on the left and my mother goes to work on the right. Along the way, my mother always repeated the same words: baby, pay attention to safety; Study hard; Day after day, year after year, get along well with friends. At that time, I thought my mother was too nagging and annoying. I always hope to grow up quickly, go to junior high school and end this boring journey. Looking forward to, looking forward to, that summer, I graduated from primary school. In this summer vacation, where there is no pressure to go to school and my homework is not disturbed, I frantically finished my last holiday in primary school, entered middle school and started a journey without my parents. At this moment, I suddenly woke up. The big hand in my memory can no longer lead me to school, and I can no longer hear those endless nagging in my ear.

How I miss those days! However, there is nothing to do. As the long river of memories is pushed by time, memories will eventually become the past, when I was growing up. Now, when I grow up, I understand that it is my mother's love, and it will not decrease because of the distance. Every night, my mother will look at her mobile phone and call me at nine o'clock on time just to listen to my voice. Even if it takes ten or twenty minutes and dozens of calls to get through, it can't stop her determination. Every weekend, my mother always comes all the way, just washing clothes and cooking for me, and then driving back to work. Gradually, I learned to pretend to be strong and hide my sadness with a smile; Know how to take care of yourself; Know how to study hard and make progress every day; Understand that failure is the only way to success, and a little setback on the road of life is nothing; Know how to persevere and persevere.

I want to tell the world that I have grown up today!

In sixth grade, I grew up. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I am not that naive and naughty girl anymore. I am in grade six, tall, mature, obedient and sensible. In the eyes of neighbors, relatives and friends, I am a "good girl". Of course, in the process of growing up, I also have a lot to praise. No, I'll tell you one.

One weekend afternoon, I happily purchased a batch of my favorite snacks from the supermarket and prepared to go home. As I approached the gate of the community, I saw a large group of children besieging the flower beds. I went to have a look. Originally I was besieging a thin girl. I squeezed forward and bowed my head and asked the girl, "What's the matter with you? Are you all right? " What are they going to do? "The little girl sobbed and said falteringly," They all bully me and don't play with me. Dad ... Dad died a few weeks ago. They all want this game machine in my hand. This ... this is my last gift before he leaves. "Tears for you" said, and in the eyes of the little girl, I turned around and pretended to be an adult to teach these naughty "wild" children a lesson. They were red in the face and hung their heads until they all realized their mistakes.

Later, I learned that on the fourth floor of this unit, only she lived with her mother. Usually the children in the community don't play with him and don't want to share snacks with him. She was also very polite and sensible since she was a child. Later, I went to play with her from time to time and taught her to do problems. In the garden of the community, the story of "being brave" was seen and spread widely, and people in the community praised me for being sensible. For some time, this incident has become a hot topic in society.

When I grow up, I will use my own strength to help people in trouble, to pay my love and let others feel the warmth of love.

In sixth grade, I grew up. I have grown up.

Memory is a bottle without a lid, which is always full. After that, the water overflowed and gradually disappeared over time. But the mother's sentence: "You little child really worries me!" " "Always wandering in my mind.

I really want to retort loudly: "mom, I am ten years old, and I can finish whatever you ask me." Why am I still a child? "

It was not until that day that I really understood what my mother meant. ...

I made a lot of preparations for the final exam. Morning reading is also one of them.

Before dawn, the kitchen light was on, and there were waves of fragrance floating out of it. "That's the poached egg we have to eat every morning," I thought to myself. In my mind, I saw my mother busy in front of the stove every day. "Cough, cough ..." A quick cough startled me. I put my head in, but I didn't see my mother's familiar figure, but I found her squatting on the ground and coughing. Looking back on yesterday, my mother seems to have said that the weather has turned cold these days. Tears poured out in an instant. I knew my mother didn't want to see my tears, so I turned around and left quietly. ...

My heart is hurting. My mother wrinkled her hair for this family! I savored my mother's cooking and went to school. That day, I came home late, holding a bag of medicine in my hand, pouring a glass of water and putting them by my mother's bed.

Night came quietly again. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. My mind is full of my mother's thin figure. ...

The next day, I got up earlier than usual and went to the kitchen. Poached eggs were fried in my unskilled cooking, and finally they were ready. But I found out, why hasn't mom moved out yet? Turning around, I saw my mother standing behind, with a loving smile on her face, and two lines of tears flowed out. I nestled in my mother's arms. ...

Mother stroked my head with her thin but extremely warm hand and said, "Rong Er, you have really grown up."

On this day, I really found myself growing up. Thank mother for her endless kindness. ...

In sixth grade, I grew up. Everyone has experienced growth, and we have grown from an ignorant child to a sensible and well-behaved teenager. The road we walked was covered with a little sweat and rain. We also grew up under the nourishment of sunshine and rain.

I am in the sixth grade, and I am already a big boy. From nothing before to now, I can help my mother share the housework and feel that I have done it.

One day, I looked in the mirror and felt I had grown up, with a mature face and a tall figure. I also want my mother to see me. I grew up, but my mother couldn't see it, which made me very angry. Be sure to show it to mom, I've grown up!

No, God gave me a chance, and I will take it. My mother took my sister to the street and left me alone at home. I want to tidy up my home, which shows that I have grown up. Step one, wipe: wipe the table, wipe the balcony, and wipe mom and dad's shoes like bronze mirrors. Step 2: Sweep: I picked up the broom and swept room by room, sweeping everything my sister and I threw away. I was out of breath. Step 3: Drag: Just like in school, pick up the mop, dip it in water and throw it around. Why are there so many rooms? I'm exhausted, but I still mop the floor. Hey! I'm exhausted. I didn't expect my mother to be so tired from cleaning every day. Hey! Take a break and do it again.

After a rest, I will continue to do my fourth step, washing: I learn from my mother, pour some washing powder into the water, rub the dirty place with my hands, and then put it in the washing machine. After adjusting the water, I don't have to worry about it, let it turn by itself. At this time, I think the washing machine is really a good thing.

Coincidentally, when I finished all the work, my mother just pushed the door and came in. Looking at the shiny floor, my mother is afraid to go in, hahaha.

I touched my sweaty forehead, which made me feel particularly fulfilled.

I grew up in the sixth grade. I'm ten years old this year, but my mother always thinks I'm too young, saying that I don't know anything and won't let me do anything. "Five. After four days off, I decided to do something meaningful to make my mother admit that I have grown up.

I got up in the morning to mop the floor, but my mother has already mopped it clean. Before I came to the trash can, I saw that the trash can was knocked down by my sister. Is there really nothing I can do at home Dad smiled and said, "You can volunteer to pick up garbage in the community." I really appreciate my father's advice. I'm glad to put on my hat and come to the community. Walking all the way, looking all the way, the streets are clean. Nowadays, citizens know the importance of the environment to people. I turned to the last row of grass in the community. A discordant smell came to my nose. Looking for the smell, I came to this sewer hidden in the corner. It turns out that some plastic bottles and some plastic bags piled up next to this sewer smell bad. This corner was forgotten by sanitation workers and not cleaned. I took a closer look. This sewer is convenient for residents to plant flowers, grass and water. When people take water and fertilize, they leave the garbage here, and if they don't clean it up in time, the more they pile up, the more smelly they will be. So I decided to go to the neighborhood Committee to reflect the situation. Because it is a holiday, there are not many people working in the neighborhood Committee, only one aunt is on duty. After I reported the situation to my aunt, I waited for her to take me to clean up. The aunt said kindly, "son, you should go home quickly, lest your family look for you everywhere." We'll take care of it. "More think more uneasy at home. Will that aunt think that I am a child and will not deal with the situation reflected in my heart? So I told my father the above situation. Dad asked me to take the broom, he took the shovel himself, and let me lead the way to clean up the dirty things. I saw someone cleaning in the distance. It turns out that the people in the neighborhood Committee have already worked on the spot. Aunt was there, and she praised me.

I found that I have grown up and can join the community workers to serve the community residents together.

In sixth grade, I grew up. The word "grow up" seemed strange in my previous years, but time unconsciously flowed forward from my instep, making me suddenly find myself growing up.

Growing up left a mark on my mind, which made me think about the problem carefully and care more about my parents. It was a hot summer afternoon, the sky was particularly blue and there were no clouds in Wan Li. The sun shines on everyone's head, so that everyone's hair and clothes are faintly shining with a layer of golden light, as if covered with a thin layer of gauze, which is beautiful. But it also gives people the proper temperature in summer mercilessly, which makes people sweat and fidget. My mother rushed home as soon as she got off work, but when I got home, I found that the door of the shoe cabinet could not be opened. When I went into the kitchen, I found myself breaking several bowls. When I came to the room, I found that the quilt was not folded, books and homework were piled up on the ground, and I was leisurely crossing my legs, holding this book in my left hand and a glass of juice in my right hand, blowing air conditioning. This is a great pleasure. My mother looked back and saw this scene. She was furious and rushed into my room, her hips crossed and her chest fluctuated. She ordered me to stand up and scolded me. In the past, I would have talked back, but I seriously reflected on the reasons that caused my mother to be angry and found that I really went too far. If I wear it on myself, I will be very angry, so I solemnly apologize to my mother and quickly tidy up my room. At that moment,

The more people grow up, the greater the pressure, the greater the responsibility and the heavier the burden on their shoulders, which makes me have the idea of "growing slowly, growing slowly" more than once. But everyone can't stop the progress of time, so they can only try to fill the time before they grow up, accumulate knowledge, make themselves better, and face the change of the word "growth" in my life more calmly.

Tao Yuanming wrote: "It is difficult to get up in the morning if you don't return in your prime. Laugh at yourself at the right time and wait for no one. " Growth affects everyone differently. Some people will look at it with a happy attitude, while others will do the opposite. I want to face it positively and choose steadily.

I grew up in the sixth grade. Everyone has grown up unconsciously on the road of life.

When I was a child, I just crawled around on the ground. I have to be fed by my mother when I eat. I can't talk or do anything. But now I'm old enough to live independently. That day, my parents went out to work, and I was bored at home, so I thought about cooking them a meal. When I cook the rice, I can fry it. I followed the steps in the recipe. After my efforts, I finally cooked this dish. I took a bite. It's not as delicious as my mother's, but at least it can be eaten. At this time, mom and dad came back from work. I excitedly ran to the door and said, Mom and Dad, look, I made dinner for you. You can have a taste. Mom looked at the food on the table, took a bite with joy and said, well, it's delicious. Does our daughter look grown up? She can cook by herself. That's great.

In the days after that, I will do my own tasks every day, helping my parents cook, wash clothes and do housework. I will find a way to solve anything myself because my mother said I grew up. In my growth quotation, I wrote: I grew up unconsciously, I can be responsible for my own affairs, I can help my parents cook, I don't have to rely on my parents anymore, I can live independently, and I can stand up when I fall. In fact, everyone will have a naive mentality, but will grow with age. Over time, you are no longer the crying child you used to be. You have grown up.

I used to be very dependent on others, but now it's completely different. I want to tell my parents and the world that I am no longer a baby. I have grown up.

I grew up in the sixth grade 8 "brush brush! Brush brush ... "Listen, what's that noise? When I turned around, I saw my mother washing clothes, and hard sweat was flowing on my mother's face, bit by bit. My heart is shaking, ah! Mom, how hard she works! Let me help her wash clothes and lighten her burden!

I quietly walked up to my mother, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Dear mother, you are so hard and tired. Let me help you wash your clothes!" " "Mom immediately made a flower on her face, and her eyelids narrowed into a line happily. She said happily, "well, my child has finally grown up, which is great!" " "

Since then, my mother has taught me how to wash clothes seriously: first soak them in laundry detergent, then rub the neckline and sleeves of clothes, and wash underwear and socks separately ... My mother taught me in every possible way, and I finally understood that my mother hugged me gently, kissed my face and applauded me.

I'm moving! According to my mother's words, I first took a dress that was wet by my mother and put it on the washboard. I rubbed and rubbed with soap, rubbed and rubbed. Soon, many bubbles appeared on my clothes. Suddenly I felt a little itchy in my nose, so I rubbed it with my hand. Oh, the bubble climbed up my nose! Mom looked at it, smiled happily and wiped my face with a towel. Then, I turned on the tap, "Boom!" The water rushed down and sprayed me all over. My mother quickly took a towel to help me dry the water. I happily put my clothes under the tap to wash, wash, wash. I washed them clean! I proudly shouted: "mom, I have washed it!" " "

Mom gave me a thumbs-up and we squeezed the clothes dry and hung them on the hanger. Ah! Bright sunshine shines on bright clothes, shooting beautiful rainbows, which is the deep love of my mother and me!

I grew up in the sixth grade. One cold winter, the north wind blew like a sharp machete and cut it in the face of pedestrians. On the cliff, there is an unspeakable cold.

I am a fierce little falcon, and my parents left me on the cold and hard ground. I can't fly yet! My wings are frozen again. What should I do? Just when I was about to despair, at this moment, a bright sunshine shone on me and gave me strength. I looked up and thought: even birds in the sky can fly, and I'm sure I can. So I spread my featherless wings and tried to flap my wings and run up, but all failed.

One day, an animal with black and yellow stripes and a "king" on its head began to pounce on food crazily. Yes, it is the king of beasts-the tiger. The tiger happened to see that the baby eagle couldn't fly, and mom and dad weren't there. The tiger thought to himself, haha, God gave me such good food, and I'm hungry, too. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I looked back, "ah! It's the tiger, the king of beasts. Even my parents are afraid, but I can't fly yet. What should I do? " I exclaimed in a low voice. As soon as my voice fell, the tiger rushed at me like an arrow, and I began to run hard with my little paws. However, how can I compare with the tiger's strong big Tiger Claw? I screamed, "No, there is a cliff ahead!" " The tiger is approaching step by step, step by step. My feet were shaking, and at that moment, I accidentally fell off the cliff. I tried my best to suck the milk and beat my wings desperately. A miracle happened. I flew and cried excitedly, "I have grown up!" I can fly! I have grown up! "

Although this winter is very cold, my heart is warm and strong. I know that no matter how difficult it is, I will not give up. I must face them bravely.

In the sixth grade, I grew up 10, accompanied by our childhood. When we look back at the road we have traveled, all the footprints are gradually enlarged. What does this mean? Doesn't this mean that we have grown up? Oh, what is "growing up" ...

I remember I just entered the first grade. One day, my father said to me mysteriously, "You are one year old. You should learn to ride a bike!" " "Ah?" This sentence flashed before my eyes like a flash of lightning, which caught me off guard.

That morning, my father woke me up early and said to me, "If we think about it, let's practice in the morning." I said vaguely, "I'm ready." I practiced with you this morning. " Actually, I'm still a little nervous, but I'm also a little excited.

After I finished my hard training, my father took me and my bike to practice. This exercise should also have a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding between the bike and me. I must refuel.

After I was psychologically prepared, my father shouted my name and went to practice. When I got on the bus, my father held the cushion and said loudly, "Put your foot on the pedal and step on it hard!" " "I did it according to my dad's method. The car did move, but it didn't take long. I suddenly hit the wall and my foot was broken. " It hurts! "I cried out in pain, and my father immediately ran to check the weight. I stood up strongly, raised my bike and said to my father, "Let's keep practicing. "

One day, two days, three days ... I practice with my father every day, not only learning to ride a bike, but also getting better and better in physical fitness. In some school events, such as running, I broke my own 50-meter record at a speed of 9.0 1 sec. And skipping rope. Although I was far ahead of the big class in the past, I have been practicing strengthening these days and broke the previous record with 196 times. I'm not the only one who is happy. The whole family is happy for me!

Now I'm in grade three, and I'm especially good at cycling! I'm getting more and more brave! When I get on my bike and feel the breeze caressing my hair, I really want to shout, "I've grown up"!

Sixth grade, 1 1 grew up. The small tree at the door grew up and became a big tree with lush foliage. The hungry chicken grew up and became a brave man soaring in the sky; Naive and naughty, I grew up and understood.

When I opened the photo album and browsed the photos casually, suddenly, a photo caught my eye, which made me stare: it was the scene where I rolled dumpling wrappers next to my mother, and crystal sweat was spinning on my forehead. This gradually reminds me of the past. ...

One cold night, my mother lay in bed with a high fever and coughed a few times from time to time. Her thin cheeks are like a gorgeous morning glow, and my grandmother and I are in a hurry. It's almost time for dinner. Grandma asked her mother softly, "What do you want to eat?" Mom said hoarsely, "Well, I want to eat jiaozi!" "Grandma wanted to satisfy her mother's wishes, so she went to wrap jiaozi in flour. As for me, in order to help my grandmother, I left my favorite cartoon. Hearing mother's cough, we gradually accelerated our actions. ...

As we are weak, we have to roll the skin ourselves and make the stuffing ourselves, while I am responsible for rolling the skin. Facing the huge rolling pin, I was not convinced, but pressed a piece of skin for my grandmother. Gradually, gradually, my movements are getting slower and slower, my grandmother is wrapping faster and faster, and my heart is inevitably anxious. Suddenly, I accidentally ran over my hand with a rolling pin, and the pain hit me. I quickly covered my mouth before I cried. ...

Finally, jiaozi was wrapped, and before she could celebrate, grandma felt unwell and had to rest. I have to choose to cook jiaozi's burden. Because the pot at home is too small to cook jiaozi for one person at a time, I have to turn on two stoves to cook jiaozi for grandma and mom. It was fine at first, but it soon got busy, either putting water here or building a pot there, and it was very busy.

Jiaozi finally cooked, and I gave it to grandma and mom respectively. My mother's tears began to swirl in her eyes. She said happily to me, "The baby has really grown up!" "

Yes! As time went by, I grew up and was no longer that naive child. I should know something!

I have grown up, what a wonderful feeling it is!

In sixth grade, I grew up. /kloc-one day during the holiday, my mother was ill and my father was on a business trip. Xiaogang helped his mother take a taxi to a nearby hospital to register, and asked the doctor to diagnose that her mother was unwell because she had a cold. Xiaogang took the medicine prescribed by the doctor and helped his mother go home to rest.

Xiaogang decided not to go out to play, so he took good care of his mother at home and let her recover soon. Xiaogang helped his mother to bed and brought warm water for her to take medicine. At this time, my good friend Doudou's cry came from the window: "Xiaogang, let's play football." Xiaogang pushed open the window, poked his head out and whispered to Doudou, "Doudou, mom is ill." I want to look after her at home. Go and play by yourself. " "Don't you like playing football? The partners are waiting for you. " Xiaogang waved his hand: "No, you go and play, I want to accompany my mother." After listening to Xiaogang's words, Doudou had to leave disappointed.

Gently closing the window, Xiaogang carefully took the washed fruit to the bed and asked with concern, "Mom, did you order it?" Have a fruit. ""Mom is much better, you go and play. " Mother leaned against the bed and smiled and touched Xiaogang's head: "What a good boy my son has grown up! """It is my duty to take care of my mother." Xiaogang brought his mother's favorite book, sat by the bed and read it to his mother seriously and vividly. ...

These four warm pictures have been tossing in my mind. Mother and son are the closest people in the world! A child with a mother is like a baby! When I grow up, I want to be an indomitable man, protect my mother and family, and make the whole family proud of me!

Sixth grade, 13 grew up. I stood in front of the mirror and took pictures over and over again. I was very surprised. The ignorant little girl who just stepped into the campus five years ago has now become a sensible and clever girl.

It was a spring afternoon, and the sunshine embraced the earth, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, which was very pleasant. My parents took me to visit Guanqian Street in Suzhou. Several long streets crisscross like dragons, and everywhere is very lively. And a corner of the street was left out in the cold.

This is a quiet and narrow corner where a beggar is sitting. He has dark skin and wears an old straw hat. Wheat yellow has turned pale yellow. Wearing a dark brown coat, the coat is wrinkled and torn, or stained or torn, just like wearing a crumpled old newspaper. There is a local dog lying on the ground next to him, and his body is dirty. Their haggard and depressed looks make people feel sad.

Passers-by, some ignored them and strode away; Some felt too dirty and ran away quickly; Some people even ridicule them from time to time ... few people are willing to stop and give them some change.

When I saw them, my heart could not help but ripple. I dragged my 10 yuan and some lollipops into the rusty iron basin on the ground. The beggar quickly thanked me: "Thank you, little girl …" The dog next to him nodded to me, and the beggar smiled, and I smiled. ...

Perhaps this is a trivial and ordinary thing, but my heart can't be calm for a long time. Let me know that I should be willing to give and have compassion for people in trouble, just like a song says, "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world ..."

I grew up in the sixth grade 14, you know? There are many things growing around us, such as grass, flowers and trees ... We humans follow the laws of nature just like them, daily growing. How time flies! How time flies! I'm 9 years old!

Sometimes, I will say to my parents, "I am more than 1.4 meters tall, I have grown up!" " "But my parents always touch my head with a smile and ask me," Really? "So, I have always wanted to prove to my parents that I have grown up. Finally, one day, the opportunity came.

It was a Saturday morning, and my parents went out to work, so I had to stay at home alone. Suddenly, I had a good idea to do a general cleaning at home to prove to my parents that I have grown up. So, I picked up the broom, whistling and sweeping the floor. I was sweating like a pig when I emptied all the rubbish into the trash can. I feel so tired that I want to lie on the sofa and have a rest. But I remember that my mother always sweeps the floor first and then mops the floor, thinking, "Mom is really hard at ordinary times! I will stick to it this time! " Then, I picked up the mop, drank half a bucket of water, and began to mop the floor as my mother usually did ... slowly, the room was cleaned by me! But my back hurts so much that I can't keep it straight!

Just about to sit down, the door opened with a "yi yi" and my mother came back! My mother saw a clean room as soon as she entered the door and asked in surprise, "Who did this?" I quickly replied proudly, "It's me!" "My mother hugged me tightly and said that our baby has grown up! " "

Hearing my mother's words is sweeter than eating honey!

In the sixth grade, 15 grew up, and the day after tomorrow is Christmas. In previous years, I would pester my mother to buy expensive toys, but I don't want toys this year.

Because, I bought a car with remote control, 60 yuan. Although the price is very expensive, it will be scrapped after playing at home for three hours. I also bought a spider robot, 128 yuan. Although it was a little expensive, I got excited three days before the arrival of the goods. When it came, I didn't find it interesting at all.

More importantly, once in Chen Guang Stationery Store, I pestered my mother to buy toys, and I met a classmate in our class. He laughed at me: "How old are you? You still have to buy toys. "

So, I don't want toys anymore. I have completely lost interest in toys. I told my mother my thoughts completely. I thought my mother would jump three feet for joy, or at least smile. But mom looks unhappy.

She stopped and stood under an old tree in the community, looking at me with a complicated expression.

On the old tree, a charred branch pointed at the blue sky like a huge sword, adding a bit of melancholy to this old and vibrant old tree, just like my mother's eyes.

I stood under the old tree and asked carefully, "mom, I saved you money." Are you unhappy? " Mom said, "Happy. And unhappy. Because, from the moment you don't want toys, your childhood is over and you will grow up. "

I'm a little confused. Let's end our childhood. What's so sad?

If children grow up, they will say goodbye to their mothers, and there are homes everywhere.