The Growing Past 600 Words (1)
If growth is a string of beautiful pearls, then the past is a shiny little pearl; If growth is a magical treasure chest, the past is an interesting little secret and countless jewels; If growth is a towering tree, the past is a green leaf. The past is interesting, naive, sad and touching, and some have been gradually forgotten by me with the passage of time; But some things can't be forgotten, and one of them is as deeply imprinted in my mind as a brand.
It happened on a Friday in the fourth grade. After school, the students happily ran to the school gate, ready to go home, but something unexpected happened and suddenly it rained heavily. Many students went home with rain gear. Although some didn't bring rain gear, they were taken home by their parents. This is me without rain gear, standing alone at the school gate waiting for my grandmother to pick me up.
After waiting for a long time, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It was still thundering, and a cool breeze blew. I was cold and scared, and I was shaking all over, but my grandmother didn't see me coming to pick me up. I had to hide in the corner, avoid the terrible lightning and cold wind, and wait anxiously for grandma. I thought: why hasn't grandma come yet? Could it be because I was busy cooking at home and closed the door without hearing the rain? Do you think I didn't pick me up with an umbrella? The more I think about it, the more anxious I am, and I almost cry.
Suddenly, through the hazy rain curtain, I saw a vague figure coming from a distance. I thought: could it be grandma? The man got closer and closer, and I finally saw it clearly. That's grandma. At this time, I was so excited that I shouted at my grandmother: "Grandma, I'm coming!" " "Grandma hurried to my side, took my little hand with her rough hand and said with concern," It's been a long time! "I was cooking at home and didn't know it was raining, so I was late. Come on, let's hurry home! " I said happily, "Good!" Then I snuggled up to my grandmother and went home together.
Along the way, grandma always covered me with an umbrella to keep me from getting wet, while her own half was outside the umbrella and got wet by the rain. I quietly moved my grandmother's hand and let the umbrella move to her side. I was secretly glad to see that the rain didn't fall on grandma. But grandma soon found out that I was a ghost, and immediately moved my umbrella to my side and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if grandma gets wet, don't worry, don't catch a cold if she gets wet!" " "After listening to my grandmother's words, I feel very warm and moved. My grandmother regards me more important than anything else. As long as I can see my healthy and happy life, my grandmother will be happy. Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking up at my grandmother. I can clearly see the deep wrinkles on her face, and there are many silver threads in her hair. These silver wires shine more brightly in the rain, and my grandmother is much older. At this time, my eyes can't help but get wet. I thought to myself, this is all caused by my grandmother's usual care and hard work every day. I will be nicer to grandma in the future, do more things for her, and don't make her too tired and worried.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. Whenever it rains, the scene of grandma picking me up that day will reappear in my mind like a movie. I miss being with my grandma very much. Although I don't live with my grandmother now, my grandmother's concern has always been in my heart. Grandma, I want to say to you, "Thank you." I hope to go back to the past, and I miss growing up.
The Growing Past 600 Words (2)
On the beach where I grew up, there were many beautiful shells, each of which contained interesting and stupid things about my growth. However, I made the biggest and most beautiful shell, and I still can't help laughing when I think about it now.
When I came home from kindergarten, I met my good friend Xiao, who was holding three furry chickens in her arms. Some of them are from Huang Chengcheng, some are green, and their mouths are very small and lovely. I can't help reaching out to touch the chicken. Seeing that I like chickens so much, Xiao gave me a pink chicken. I was so excited that I forgot to say thank you and ran home.
When I got home, I naively asked my mother, "Mom, are chickens and ducklings raised the same?" Mother listened, gently touched the chicken and said, "Yes, the baby is really smart!" " "Then my mother went out and left me alone at home. I recalled my mother's words just now, "A brainwave": Since ducklings and chickens are raised in the same way, ducklings are raised in water, what about chickens? So, I quickly carried out the goldfish bowl and prepared to fill it with water to let the chickens live in it. At this moment, Rinrin jingled and the doorbell rang. Mom came back so soon? "I don't care so much, so I ran to open the door for my mother. As soon as I entered the door, my mother saw the goldfish bowl and asked strangely, honey, what are you doing with the goldfish bowl? I proudly told my mother what I thought, and my mother listened, crying and laughing; Little fool, I said that the feeding methods are the same, but I didn't say that they have the same habits! Chicks can't swim! I was dumbfounded when I heard that. I didn't expect my ignorance to almost kill the chicken.
In a blink of an eye, I have grown into a fourth-grade student, and many things on my way to growth have been gradually forgotten by me, but this one is still so clear and unforgettable in my mind, accompanying me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The Growing Past 600 Words (3)
My heart is like the vast night sky, inlaid with countless shining stars, and each star contains an unforgettable story. The most unforgettable past is that paragraph.
When I was 6 years old, my parents and I moved to a new home and came to the Oriental Garden. At that time, I didn't know what a study was, and how did books come from? I don't know why I want to study. I ran to ask my mother, and she said, "Books are written and published word by word by writers with their intelligence."
"Why do you want to study?" I asked in confusion. "Because reading can make you smarter! It can make you have a better life when you grow up. " Mom said. "Why can reading make you smart and have a better life?" I'll get to the bottom of it. "Why? Because there is a golden house in the book. " Mother smiled at me and walked away. I will never forget what my mother said to me, and I often think, "Why did you have a good life when you were studying?" . Is there really gold in the book? What else can books do? Are the books classified? "A series of questions puzzled me, and curiosity drove me to find the answer myself.
One sunny morning, I cried to go to the bookstore to read, so my mother had to put down her work and take me to Xinhua Bookstore to read. When my mother left, she warned me not to run into the street. As soon as I entered the bookstore, wow! The books on the bookshelf are dazzling, including fairy tales, novels and essays. I took a fancy to a book called Andersen's Fairy Tales. The first story is about the emperor's new clothes. It's about an emperor who likes to brag very much. Two bad guys came to the imperial army and tricked the emperor into making clothes. I made a fake dress and said that only smart people can see it. The emperor and his ministers pretended to see it because they didn't want others to know that they were stupid. One day, the emperor was walking in the street in his clothes. People pretend to see it like ministers. A little boy said that the emperor had no clothes at all. Hearing this, the emperor turned red with anger. I smiled after reading it, and then looked down with relish. In this way, I read two books in one breath. When my mother came to pick me up, she was reluctant to go home.
Gradually, I like reading. I found pleasure in the book and all my doubts vanished.
The Growing Past 600 Words (4)
Everyone has many stories about growing up, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was sleeping alone for the first time. Looking back now, it is still vivid.
I remember one day when I was five years old, my parents had to work overtime and I was the only one at night. On weekdays, they will definitely send me to my brother's house, but today, they said that I was old enough to sleep by myself and insisted on leaving me alone at home.
At night, the house was empty and silent. I finished my meal, took a shower, climbed into bed, turned off the light and went to bed. I don't know why, but I can't sleep in bed. So I opened my eyes and looked around. It was so dark in the room that I could hear my own heartbeat. I'm really a little scared. The terrible scenes I usually see on TV flashed through my mind, which made my hair stand on end. Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew out of the window, making the empty clothes rack make a "jingle, jingle" sound. The clothes hanging outside swayed in the wind and looked like someone was outside. I was so scared that I hid under the quilt. Although I was sweating under the quilt, I still dared not come out.
After a while, I couldn't stand it. I wanted to cool off and catch my breath, but I was afraid. Suddenly, a voice appeared in my mind: "Don't go out, you go out, and the bad guys outside will find you." "No," said another voice, "that's not a bad man at all. It's clothes Just go out. " "I would rather believe it, but I don't believe it. Everyone can say that. Never go out. " "It's not obvious? It's all a prank of the wind. It's clothes, not bad people. What's more, as long as you don't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night. " These two voices are arguing endlessly in my mind, which makes it difficult for me to make a decision. Finally, I got out of the quilt, but anyway, I was a little scared and spent that unforgettable night in fear.
The next day, my parents praised me and said, "You have grown up and become brave." After listening to this, a bright smile appeared on my face, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey.
From then on, I had my own small room and slept alone. It's really hard to say "everything is difficult at the beginning"!
The Growing Past 600 Words (5)
I remember that every time I went to school, my mother accompanied me, and my mother picked me up after school. My mother has been with me! But today, my mother asked me to go to school alone.
In the morning, I said to my mother, "Mom, just take me, ok!" " "Mom said," No, no, you can go by yourself today. I'm just exercising you! "No, no, I want you to drive me." My mother saw that I was unhappy and said, "I'll pick you up this afternoon, that's all!" " On hearing this sentence, I jumped for joy. I go to school with a nervous mood, hey! Mom doesn't care about me Walking, I came to the side of the road, wow! With so many cars, how can we get there like this? I was thinking about it when I suddenly remembered a kind word from my mother: "Come on! Mom supports you! Be careful when crossing the road and cross the road with others. " At this time, an old woman was holding a little sister and was about to cross the road. I listened to my mother and crossed the road with her and her little sister.
Ah! School is finally over. I want to know where my mother is waiting for me. Forget it, I'll find it myself. I ran again and again, but I still didn't see my mother. I am very angry. I walked home in a rage and suddenly saw an old man talking to a big brother who seemed to be a teenager. The old man said, "Look at that sister. She doesn't want her parents to pick her up. What about you? " It's huge.
Hey! "yes! My eldest brother wants my grandfather to pick me up. My mother won't pick me up when I am so young. I shouldn't be angry with my mother. My mother is also good for me! So, my mood gradually improved and I walked home slowly. As soon as I got home, I found my mother was not at home, and then I found that I didn't bring my homework. I have to go to school again. When I opened the door, my mother was behind it. I thought she was going to open the door, but I found that she didn't take out her key. I asked, "Mom, why don't you come in?" "I'm going to get the key! "Mom said hesitantly." Oh, I forgot to bring my homework back. I'm going to school to get it! "Say that finish, then walked to the school. After I went to school to get my homework back, I went to the door to scare my mother and gently opened the door. After the door opened, I found my mother calling, "I told you, I'll follow my daughter first, so that she won't find out. I'll continue tomorrow." "
Until now, I can't forget that my mother let me go to school by myself, because it was an inspiration in my growing up. I know it's not that my mother doesn't love me, but that my mother wants me to learn to be independent! I will never forget it!