(1) Ask for an article "I experienced my growth", which is about 6 words

It should be very happy to recall the primary school time. At that time, life was full, happy and carefree. At that time, the burden of schoolwork was far less than that of today's children. I stayed in primary school for five years, plus a year's nursery class. Maybe it was only in our time. This term seems to have disappeared from people's dictionaries. I entered the Yuhong class when I was 6 years old.

Let's talk about the entertainment items in primary school: bungee jumping, jumping houses, throwing sandbags, kicking shuttlecock and not moving at traffic lights. Although it was simple, I was so fascinated by these items at that time. As soon as we heard the class was over, we rushed to the yard and started the game in groups. The courseware was always so short for 1 minutes that we couldn't enjoy it at all.

There are many happy memories in my childhood: the most profound thing is to catch fish in the river. In summer and autumn, there are fish everywhere in the river and gully. This is the best season for me and my friends to catch fish. If you want to catch a lot of fish, you must intercept the water at the place where the stream in the small ditch diverges, so that the water can flow to another bifurcation < P >, and then erect the place where the downstream river meets with stones (to prevent the fish from running down the river). It doesn't take much time. In the intercepted branch, with the decrease of the water flow, you can see white fish, and when the water is small, they scurry around. At this time, they go to catch under the stones in the water, usually for half a day.

There were no ups and downs, so I spent my childhood in a mediocre way.

⑵ Write an article based on my own growth experience. About 6 words

6 words is too long, you can go there yourself.

⑵Write a story about growing up in 6 words

Cut it yourself

My growth story Fuming Central School is quiet. I also take pleasure in books. My other hobby is reading. People say that books are an ocean of knowledge, and I think books are a temple of knowledge. Before entering this magnificent temple, people knew nothing, but once they came to this temple, they would be deeply attracted by the items displayed in it and the people who appeared, and be immersed in this magnificent palace endlessly. This is the book.

An inch of time is worth an inch of gold. I have passed nearly fourteen spring and autumn years unconsciously, and spent countless inches of time ... Feeling the passage of time, Mr. Shen Congwen once said: "Things need time to prove, but time itself is like an extremely abstract thing, and no one can understand what time is like." Yes, time is like this. He can witness warm family, sincere friendship and eternal love. However, time is so stealthily passing through the fingers, and he "comes like a dream of spring, but goes like a cloud without finding a place". Everyone lives in the ever-flowing river of years. There are eddies, reefs and rapids in the river, but God has not given us time to rest, so there is no chance to retreat, so we can only forge ahead. In this endless river of life, we experience the bitterness and joy of growth. Like a sweet toffee, gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, so that we can relive this wonderful happiness-my friend, we often talk about the scene when we first met together ... It was a hot summer day, and I came to school in fear and trembling, which was my first step into middle school. Being led into the classroom by the teacher, I quickly searched for a suitable seat. At this time, a girl sitting against the wall caught my attention. She had one. There was a thick ponytail in the back of my head. When I saw a seat next to her, I walked over without thinking. I nervously asked, "Classmate, is this seat taken?" She didn't speak, but answered me with a smile. This was the first communication between us. Later, when she talked about it, she always wondered why I chose that seat. However, more coincidentally, after several adjustments. We often remember the past events of military training at the beginning of the new term ... On the first night, because there were not enough beds, she and I slept in the same bed. You know, the narrow single bed could not accommodate two junior high school students anyway. That night, I was afraid that she would not sleep well, so I put my body tightly on the wall, but I couldn't sleep. When I turned around, I found that she was also thinking of me and lowered her lower body under the bed. This lovely girl is my good friend-Yu! After I went to middle school, the number of courses increased and the burden increased, which also urged me to develop good study and living habits. After another semester of exercise, I really found the importance of habits. Take English for example! Once upon a time, I had a big weakness, that is, memorizing words. I always thought that I must have failed to master the method, so I asked for advice on memorizing words everywhere, but ignored the crucial magic weapon of habit. This semester, English class started dictation in each class, urging us to memorize words every day. At first, I often forgot to review words, and the dictation was out of the water the next day. Gradually, I began to adapt to learning new words every day. I will remind myself to pick up a book and have a look at it. Later, now, I have completely developed the habit of reviewing words every day. I will review words involuntarily without supervision or compulsory measures. This is the process of habit formation. So, I got full marks in the phrase exam. Through this exam, I found how great the power of habit is! Some people say: "Details decide success or failure", but I want to say: "Habit makes details"! When I mention my hobbies, I seem to have endless words, because I not only have a wide range of hobbies, but also like to make friends through hobbies. Let me introduce one of my little specialties-playing the piano! Although my piano level is not so superb, although I didn't get a Grade 9 or Grade 1 exam, although I have only played at Grade 6 now, I love music and I love the piano. When I feel restless, I serenade myself and be calm. When the body is exhausted, play a lyric song for yourself to relax; When there is suffering in your heart, play a sonata for yourself and express your heart directly ... Music is a beautiful spirit transmitted by God, and the piano is the messenger of music, spreading the wonderful sounds of nature to every corner of the world! I take the piano as my pleasure, and I also take books as my pleasure. My other hobby is reading. People say that books are an ocean of knowledge, and I think books are a temple of knowledge. Before entering this magnificent hall, people knew nothing, but once they came to this hall, they would be deeply attracted by the objects displayed in it and the people who appeared, and immersed in this magnificent hall endlessly. This is books. I not only like art and art. I like swimming, I am good at playing badminton, and I have participated in many other sports. Life lies in sports, and we are growing and making progress in constant sports ... This is my hobby, and I hope to make more friends through my hobby in the future! I learned quickly, and a semester is coming to an end. I can gain a lot every time ... As a student, it is natural to gain knowledge, but this time, in addition, I also gained a learning method. This method has only two words: independence. In the past, when I did a math problem, I saw that it would take some time, so I simply didn't even think about it, so I ran to ask my parents. I can't cope with it. After middle school, there are more problems that need to be thought and solved independently. Only by solving them by myself can I fully grasp the knowledge I have learned. I began to realize the disadvantages of this habit, so I learned to think independently and learn to have my own opinions. Although there are many problems that I still can't answer myself, at least I worked hard and went through a thinking process. This is an exercise. This is an improvement! After spending more time with my classmates, we got to know each other better and understand each other better. I realized more and more: What a United group Class 4 in Grade One is! When the classmate was far away from everyone and wanted to leave us, it was a pair of hands in Class 4, Grade 1 who pulled him up from the edge of the cliff. In the face of great pressure, before the unified training, the hearts of Class 4, Grade 1 were closely linked, and the average score of the three subjects was the first. In the harsh tug-of-war competition under the scorching sun, it was the heroes of Class 4, Grade 1 who burst into tears when they lost ... This is the greatest spiritual encouragement for me! Appreciating the troubles of growing up is full of troubles, like a cup of bitter coffee. Deliberating on the bitterness left in our mouth, let us look back on the immaturity of this childhood-the small contradiction with our classmates. It is inevitable for us children to have some small contradictions, but every time we quarrel, it will always be reconciled after a long time. For example, the day before the last sports meeting ...

(4) My growth story composition is 6 words. My first goal is an old woman. I ran to her and said, "Grandma, I am a student of golden pen composition. We come out to experience life and sell newspapers. Would you like to buy one?" Grandma said, "I don't have any change on me." Although grandma didn't buy a newspaper, I still smiled and said to her, "It doesn't matter! Thank you! " I saw another uncle, went over and said, "Uncle, buy a newspaper?" My uncle immediately replied, "I don't have any children at home, so I won't buy it." "Oh, thank you!" I was rejected again. But I think what my uncle said is also reasonable. Before I came and found my next goal, the activity was over. I was still holding the newspaper given by my teacher in my hand. I remembered what happened just now and didn't hate rejecting my grandmother and uncle at all. Suddenly I found myself growing up, and I learned to think from the perspective of others! Everyone's growth story is full of joys and sorrows; Everyone's growth story is worth remembering slowly by ourselves. The growing story is both colorful and continuous. My 13-year growing life is happy. My growing life is like a seasoning box, sweet is sugar, salty is salt, spicy is pepper, bitter is homemade bitter melon powder, sour is vinegar, and all five flavors are available. In my 13-year memory warehouse, some things have made me deeply educated, and several things have made me sad. When I opened the memory warehouse, what appeared in front of my eyes was a scene of happy pictures, a happy laugh, which was my carefree childhood life. However, in recent years, there have been some minor setbacks in my life, which made me sad. When I was 11 years old, I had such a thing. It was a sunny Sunday in summer vacation. Grandma was washing clothes in the yard, but I was sitting in the study, humming a tune and reading a book. Suddenly, grandma screamed. I thought it was something, so I ignored her. After a while, I wanted to eat noodles, so I called grandma. I called her several times in a row, but there was no response. So, I went down to have a look. When I got there, I saw a lot of blood. I was afraid. I quickly lifted my grandmother up and brought a basin of warm water and a towel. I wiped the blood off her feet first and helped her stop the blood. Then, I helped my grandmother into the living room, and then I quickly dialed my father's mobile phone and ambulance number. After a while, everyone in the hospital and dad came. They helped grandma into the car and took her to the hospital. Dad asked me, "What is this?" I cried and said to my father, "Grandma was washing clothes, and accidentally rushed forward to … and fell to the ground, so … she bled." When my father saw me like this, he comforted me and said, "It's okay, don't cry." Then, we came to the hospital again. The doctor transfused blood and stopped bleeding for grandma, and we waited anxiously for grandma outside. After a while, grandma came out. I quickly asked the doctor, "Doctor, how is my grandmother?" The doctor said to me, "Your grandmother is dizzy and feels forward because of fatigue." After listening, I froze and thought: If I helped my grandmother more and listened to her more, it wouldn't be like this. Since my grandmother was in hospital, I have been to the hospital every day to accompany and take care of her. At noon, I personally served the meal to my grandmother, and told her stories on our campus. Every day, I give grandma a back rub. After my careful care and doctor's treatment, grandma was discharged from the hospital soon. After my grandmother came home, I took care of her more carefully, accompanying her every day to relieve her boredom. After about half a month, grandma recovered. There are many stories about growing up. Just when I was 7 years old, I fell into the river because of my fun. It was a Saturday, I was playing with my friends on the boat. I ran and ran, accidentally kicked a rope on the boat and fell into the river. With a splash, my friends shouted with fear. I'm drinking a lot of water, too. After a while, an adult rescued me. Above, after a series of rescue measures, I woke up. I thought: this time I survived, there will be a blessing. Growth is like a train, always carrying our happy growing life, and we are the drivers of this train, driving this train forever. Students, let's be a successful driver and never let it go on an improper track.

[5] The Story of Growing Up 6 words

Time flies, and I am crossing the threshold of youth-the days are walking, but I haven't paid attention for a long time. When I look back, I suddenly find that many beautiful things in my memory have gone with the years, leaving only shallow footprints, but the persistent sincerity in my heart is still true and will always be true.

When I was young, I, Xiao Qi and Xiao Shan were the closest friends, and we could see the three of us together whenever and wherever. Every birthday, Xiao Qi, Xiao Shan and I give gifts to each other. Ten years later, I can still clearly remember the gifts they gave me. To be honest, whether it is a pencil case, exquisite hairpins or gloves, they are the pillars of my heart, a sincere concern, a comfort to my heart and a bond linking friendship.

It's my birthday again. As time goes by, we all grow up. "Happy birthday, this little gift is knitted by myself, which is a little rough ..." She smiled. At this moment, I seem to see her clumsy hands knitting under the lamp, and I also ask my mother for advice from time to time. I understand everything. "Jun, wait, happy birthday, this is my carefully prepared gift for you!" Xiao Shan showed a proud look. "Hey? Xiaoqi gave you this.