英语成长故事作文
在你的成长路上，也一定遇到很多的烦恼吧!在我的成长路上，我遇到了很多烦恼，可一一被我解决了。在我的成长道路中，我的烦恼越来越少了，也学会了自立，也懂得了怎样克服困难。
英语成长故事作文篇一：
When I was growing up took place in the story as many of the stars in the sky, countless numbers of which have a very deep thing, and that is by bike.
In my six-year-old when grandpa bought me a bicycle, as the wheels are about the bike, so it will not fall. Frequently as a child to ride, then ride a little love, has been placed on the garage, since the plot has been covered by a thick layer of ash.
One day I go home I saw a tall and almost high-skilled boy riding a bicycle to the area where high speed, power and prestige really ah! I want to go home after quarreling with her mother on the bike's two wheels removed. Mom said to me: "small wheel, you will fall down by the pain." I said: "I do not Pateng." Finally, I fail to beat the mother, only two small wheels removed.
The next day happened to be Sunday, the weather was fine in particular, my mother has to rest at home. She took early in the morning, I called up, I wonder what my mother asked, her mother said: "Today you are taught to ride a bike." I am ecstatic, quickly changed pajamas. To bike from the garage to launch the beginning I held on to her mother riding a bike, his mother a hand-song, I fall on the legs in the air. I finally could not insist on, shouted out: "I do not practiced." Furious and ready to go home. Then my mother said to me loudly: "coward, it can not stand the pain all, we must not afraid of hard work, can not give up halfway." And then she gently said: "I am sure you will succeed!"
Mother's words to encourage me, I also ride a hurt ailing, fell again and again. Finally, my mother let go of the hands, but I was riding a bicycle, did not fall. "I was successful." I cried.
It is my growing a small episode. But the matter through the left I see no matter what kind of difficulties, we should have confidence and perseverance.
英语成长故事作文篇二：
Everyone is gradually grow up, can be seen from the little drops of life I already grew up, think of the past have a lot of things make me happy, there are a lot of has been buried in my mind, gradually blurred, but there is one thing that makes me unforgettable.
I remember when I was seven, my father worked in the field, my mother often worked late at night, and my mother always put me in my grandmother's house. One day, my mother asked me curiously, "can you sleep alone?" I thought to myself, "isn't it just sleep? It's too easy." So I confidently said, "yes." So my mother looked at me and felt that I had grown up and was happy to work overtime.
Partner during the day, I will go home to play, but at night, to sleep, I but regretting mother I go to bed, so I to wash gargle to go to bed, and the bear hug together, common to see, a ghost stories in a floating in the mind, a gust of wind blowing outside the window, the howl like old devil in growled, Shouting: "I is designed to eat children old monster, I'm going to eat you". The wind seemed to be laughing at the sound of a rattling sound. "I am afraid," I said. "I haven't eaten the rest of yesterday's cake." I hide in the quilt, hold the head, almost cry, can think, I was in grade one of primary school children, not a kindergarten kid, I should be brave, "come on", I silently to himself. In the end, I was brave enough to get my head out of bed and sleep in peace.
When I woke up the next morning, my mother told me that I was a brave child, and my heart was sweeter than honey.
It has taught me, meet things to be bold, brave, don't be timid, crying is not solve the problem, all is first after bitter sweet, and it always makes me hard to forget, it like tea, aftertaste; Like dark chocolate, it is bitter, and there is a sweet smell, which makes you want to eat.
Childhood innocence, beautiful, happy, I love my happy childhood, and hope it don't like water ding-dong ding-dong flow, let it freezes, stay with innocence that moment forever.
英语成长故事作文篇三：
When I was a child, I liked to put my face on the window and keep my eyes wide open to the outside world. There was a time when I lived in my hometown, and through the window I could see a large expanse of oil and vegetable fields, the blue sky and the snow-white clouds. My mind often flying in out of the window, the clouds in the sky to imagine all sorts of sea, all the trees, including all the worms to imagine their friends, and insects to talk every day, and the birds singing. In those happy days, where grandma taught me in the evening to identify bugs is called, in the sunny days, I know earthworms also can sing. During the day, my line of sight as the cat dog fight venue move, in the evening, I was through the window, watching the the round bright moon in the sky, see there is a little black shadow, and thought is the moon, and excited for his great discovery. So, in that carefree childhood, the pace of time dragged me from day to day.
Now, I still love the scenery outside the window. Only, after moving into the community, the window was no longer a vegetable field, but a block of buildings. But, looking back over the building, there was a misty blue hill in the distance. The mountain, like the sky, is one. The green color of the mountain reminded me of the days in my hometown.
The growth is in the unconscious.
I don't know when I began to be interested in the piano. My mother told me that when I was a fetus, I began to listen to the piano. Then, at the age of seven, the moment I saw my brother's fingers dancing around the beautiful music, it was probably a "memory of the past". I like the sound of a silky, silky voice. The piano became an integral part of my growing path.
How excited I was when I saw those black and white keys. I want to turn myself into a player. But everyone knows that everything takes a hard time. The process of practicing the piano was so boring that I even saw the piano as an "enemy" for some time. Within a few days, the so-called "hate" was resolved, and instead gave birth to pity. Naturally, the piano became my good friend again. I can't forget the melodious sound of the piano, and every time I finish a piece of music, I have a gratifying satisfaction.
Those staff on tadpole like little notes, mixed with a variety of melodies, I grew up in a way to open full of flowers, each petal is beating the notes.
I like the big world outside the window, where there is my growing footprint, and the mountains are covered with mountains.
I love the wonderful music of the piano, my growth, and the rhythm of the rhythm of life.
One day, when you look back, you will find that the path of growth is a landscape. As time went by, the footprints became clearer.
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