成长英语作文

精选成长英语作文合集九篇

在平日的学习、工作和生活里，大家或多或少都会接触过作文吧，作文是人们以书面形式表情达意的言语活动。还是对作文一筹莫展吗？以下是小编为大家整理的成长英语作文9篇，仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。

Growth is the growth of age and body, more representative of the growth of the soul, the composition of my growth "foot" trace. From the little things in life, we can see that we are growing.

Wash your feet when you are 5 years old

Remember when I was five years old, I loved to wash my feet. When I saw grandma pouring water, I was happy to jump three feet high. Little feet in the basin, like two happy little fish, never quiet down. When my grandmother came close to me, the room was like a fountain. I laughed mischievously when I saw my grandmother spattered with water. I will not give up until the basin is dry. See my work, my grandma and my body and face, no one is dry, the ground also just rained, I happily claps, fifth grade composition composition my growth "foot" trace ".

Whenever grandma put me to bed, she quietly dragged the ground clean.

Wash your feet when you are eight years old

When I was eight years old, I wanted to know more about myself. He would wash his feet safely and silently watch cartoons there.

My grandmother used to joke with me, "I would like to have you wash your feet. It's the most quiet time of the day except sleep." After washing my feet, I picked up the water and went out. "Thud?? "The wash-tub slammed on the door frame. Grandma added with wit: "if a heart patient lives in our house, you are scared to death long ago!"

Wash feet now

Already in fifth grade, I came to realize that I grew up.

Many times, I learned to go to bed late. So when I washed my feet, grandma and grandpa slept.

So I was careful to do any action, so as not to influence them to rest. The door was treated well. "You're like a kitten at night," she said with relief.

I'm finally growing up! I have learned the love of others, and also know how to love others.

Third, I have been standing at a fork mouth of life. Looking back, looking at the footprints of your own growth, it does mean something. Love is Xin Qiji's "ugly girl", his first words as we age children from small to large portrait.

"The young do not sorrow taste". Childhood, from just remember to middle school, always feel carefree. Hungry, looking forward to dinner; thirsty, looking forward to drinking water; scared, looking forward to Mom coming; frightened, looking forward to Dad's side. These, call it, or just show it with tears and cry, will be able to get satisfactory results. Childhood is so simple, and it is so real. A little bigger, become a teenager, looking forward to be praised by the teacher, looking forward to the applause of the students, looking forward to full marks. When I was praised, like psychological flow with ho ……此处隐藏692个字……, even though these things are clearly etched in themselves. The time is really good, just so that the things that are clearly visible in oneself can be removed a little bit, until it is clean, a person just a little bit of growing up. Instead, it should be mature, tolerant, generous, selfless, giving...

It is an autumn night, chill, quiet and clear. Silver moonlight is pouring through the window, down to the dusty floor on which scatters pages of music scores.

He is standing there since last beautiful sunset,stubbornly searching for any trace of sound，but he couldn＇t. His long gray shadow is sleeping on the floor, lingering with him all through the night the shadow of agiant

Ludwig Van Beethoven.

He＇s filled with indignation for all the adversity he suffered. He suffered, ever since he was a little child, for his brutal father never treated him as a son.

He was beaten, scolded, in sulted, forced to practice piano playing all the time. And then,he went on suffering the desperate pain brought by his lover who abandoned him. Now he is still suffering, and on the brink of a breakdown, because he lost the utmost important thing for him to be a musician, a composer, and a pianist

his hearing.

His ears began betraying him since he was 26 years old, and in the end they became complete traitors.

But what names Beethoven is his will. It is his strong will power which pushed him to this glorious aim. It never reads surrender, and grasps his own destiny in his own hands through fighting. For him, music is not only organizing variety subjects and melodies, but also a kind of language to express his deepest thoughts. Every piece of his music scores resounds with the sentiments of his life. He is still writing, to show his unmatched talent; he is still playing, to scorn all the tragedy he has encountered; he is still composing, to prove that he is the winner for life and cannot be thrown down. All the symposiums of his prove it. All his admirers prove it.

Actually life is just like a spring, the heavier you push it,the higher it will jump. Frustration always lies along the way leading to success. I don＇t want to lose my way, so I tell myself to be (like) an oyster all the time. To live healthily and comfortably, evading any difficulties, or to live struggling, suffering in the exertion to realize your dreams,

which one would you choose? The second one is my choice, because finally I will get the most beautiful pearl in the world, someday, somewhere.

Life is so complex, for it is always a mixture of sadness and happiness. You can never separate them. When you are searching for all the beautiful things, you must also face up to the pain and the trauma and the difficulties which sometimes may knock you down and make you loose your faith and hope. But that is life the pain and the beauty, the good and the bad. When there is adversity, being strong becomes a must for us to overcome it.