成长的故事作文大全

篇一

发生在我成长中的故事多得像天空中的星星一样，数也数不清，其中有一件事情非常深刻，那就是骑自行车。

在我六岁的时候，爷爷给我买了一辆自行车，由于这辆自行车左右都有轮子，所以不会倒下。小时候经常骑，后来不怎么爱骑了，一直放在车库里，已经积起了一层厚厚的灰。

有一天我回家看见一个个子和我差不多高的男孩熟练地骑着自行车在小区里飞驰，真威风啊!我回家后就吵闹着要妈妈把自行车上的两个小轮子拆了。妈妈对我说:“把小轮子拆了你会摔得很疼的。”我说:“我不怕疼。”最后，妈妈拗不过我，只好把两个小轮子拆了。

第二天正好是星期天，天气特别晴朗，妈妈也在家休息。她一大清早就把我叫起来，我疑惑地问妈妈什么事情，妈妈说:“今天教你骑自行车。”我欣喜若狂，急忙换下睡衣。把自行车从车库里推出来，一开始妈妈扶着我骑自行车，可妈妈手一松，我就摔得四脚朝天。终于我坚持不住了，大喊一声:“我不练了。”就气冲冲地准备回家。这时妈妈大声地说我:“胆小鬼，这点痛都受不了，做事一定要不怕苦，不可以半途而废。”然后她又温和地说:“我相信你一定会成功的!”

妈妈的话鼓励着我，我忍着痛又骑了起来，摔了一次又一次。终于，妈妈松开了手，但我还是骑在自行车上，没有倒下。“我成功了。”我大叫道。

这不过是我成长中的一个小插曲。但是通过这件事却让我明白了无论遇到什么样的困难，都要有恒心和信心。

篇二

我的童年趣事就像小雨滴一样多，最难忘的是一块石头的精彩故事。

那一阵闹声中，我高高兴兴飞奔着。可是一不小心碰上一块石头，我平翻在地。一秒钟，我就像一只刚展翅高飞的雄鹰，一转眼被凶猛的猎人一枪打下。我摔倒在地，头破血流。心中像一根刺戳穿了。我的愤怒涌上心头。心想:以后一定报仇雪恨。

我伤痕累累地走进补习班，老师和同学都用别样的眼神看着我。这块石头好让我难堪。

时光流逝，但我总是忘不了那块石头，我下定决心要找到那块石头，再把它粉身碎骨。可是，我寻寻觅觅，就是找不到它。我想:这块石头真怪，来无影去无踪。

我的朋友知道了这事，他不以为然地说:“何必要和一块石头生气呢!”

就在这天，我似乎告别了自己的童年。我发现自己长大了!

篇三

每个人都有许许多多的成长故事，我也不例外。而给我印象最深刻的还是我第一次独自睡觉，回想起来，仍然记忆犹新。

记得我五岁那年的一天，爸爸妈妈都要加班，晚上只有我一人。如果是平日，他们一定会把我送到哥哥家，可今天，却说我长大了，可以自己睡觉了，硬要把我一个人留在家里。

晚上，家里空荡荡的，一片寂静。我吃完饭、洗漱完毕，爬*，关好灯就睡觉了。也不知为什么，我躺在床上翻来覆去就是睡不着。于是，我睁开眼睛环顾四周，屋子里黑洞洞的，静得连自己的心跳声都能听见。我真有点害怕，平时在电视里看到的可怕的情景在脑海里一一闪过，令我毛骨悚然。就在这时，窗外忽然刮起一阵风，吹得空衣架直发出“叮当，叮当”的声音。而挂在外面的衣服则随风摆动，影影绰绰，看上去像有人在外面，吓得我魂不守舍，一头躲进被子里。虽然我在被子里热得大汗淋漓，但还是不敢出来。过了一会儿，我受不了了，便想出来凉快凉快，喘口气，可又不敢。突然，我的脑海里出现一个声音:“龙，你可千万别出去，要是出去了，会被外面的坏人发现的。”“不会的，”另一个声音说道:“那根本就不是坏人，是衣服，只管出去好了。”“宁可信其有，不可信其无，大伙儿可都这么说，千万不能出去。”“这事不是明摆着嘛?那都是风的恶作剧，是衣服又不是坏人。更何况，只要自己不做亏心事，半夜就不怕鬼敲门。”……这两个声音在我脑海里争论不休，令我难以决策。最终，我还是从被子里钻了出来，但不管怎么说，的确有点害怕，忐忑不安地度过了那个令人难忘的夜晚。

第二天，父母都夸我，说:“龙，你长大了，变得勇敢了。”我听后，脸上露出了灿烂的笑容，心里比吃了蜜还甜。

从那以后，我就拥有了自己的小房间，独自睡觉了，真可谓“万事开头难”啊!

参考翻译：

Article one

There are so many stories that happened when I was growing up like stars in the sky, and countless. One of them is very profound, that is, riding a bicycle.

When I was six years old, my grandfather bought me a bicycle. Since this bicycle has wheels on both sides, it won't fall down. When I was young, I used to ride, but I didn't like to ride much. I kept it in the garage, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated.

One day I went home and saw a boy about my height riding a bicycle skillfully in the community. What a majesty! When I got home, I clamored for my mother to remove the two small wheels of the bicycle. My mother said to me: "If you take the small wheel apart, you will fall very painfully." I said, "I am not afraid of pain." In the end, my mother couldn't help me and had to take apart the two small wheels.

The next day happened to be Sunday, the weather was particularly sunny, and my mother was also resting at home. She called me up early in the morning, and I asked my mother something suspiciously. My mother said: "Teach you to ride a bicycle today." I was ecstatic and hurriedly changed into my pajamas. I pushed the bicycle out of the garage. At first, my mother helped me to ride the bicycle, but when my mother let go, I fell on all fours. Finally I couldn't hold on anymore, and shouted: "I won't practice anymore." I was ready to go home angrily. At this time, my mother said loudly to me: "Coward, I can't bear this pain. You must not be afraid of hardship and don't give up halfway." Then she said gently: "I believe you will succeed!"

My mother's words encouraged me. I endured the pain and rode again, falling again and again. Finally, my mother released her hand, but I still rode on the bicycle without falling down. "I succeeded." I shouted.

This is just an episode in my growth. But through this incident, I learned that no matter what kind of difficulties I encounter, I must have perseverance and confidence.

Article two

There are as many funny stories about my childhood as little raindrops. The most memorable one is the wonderful story of a stone.

Amidst the noise, I rushed happily. But accidentally hit a stone and I fell flat on the ground. For a second, I was like an eagle that had just spread its wings and was shot down by a fierce hunter in a blink of an eye. I fell to the ground, my head bled. My heart was pierced like a thorn. My anger came to my heart. I thought: I must have revenge in the future.

I walked into the cram school with scars, and the teachers and classmates looked at me with different eyes. This stone embarrassed me.

Time goes by, but I always can't forget the stone. I am determined to find the stone and then break it to the bones. However, I searched for it, but I couldn't find it. I thought: This stone is really weird, it comes and goes without a trace.

My friend learned about this, and he disapproved and said: "Why should I be angry with a stone!"

On this day, I seemed to bid farewell to my childhood. I found myself grown up!

Article Three

Everyone has many growth stories, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was the first time I slept alone. Looking back, my memory is still fresh.

I remember one day when I was five years old, my parents had to work overtime, and I was alone at night. If it was a weekday, they would definitely send me to my brother's house, but today, they said that I can sleep on my own when I grow up, and they insisted on leaving me alone at home.

At night, the house is empty and silent. I finished eating, washing, crawling, turning off the lights and going to bed. For some reason, I just couldn't fall asleep lying on the bed tossing about. So I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was so dark that I could hear my own heartbeat. I'm really scared. The terrible scenes I usually see on TV flashed through my mind one by one, making my hair creepy. At this moment, a gust of wind blew outside the window, and the empty clothes hanger made a sound of "dingdong, dingdong". The clothes hung outside swayed in the wind, imaginatively, looking like someone outside, scared me out of my mind, and hid under the quilt. Although I was sweating profusely in the quilt, I still did not dare to come out. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I wanted to cool off, take a breath, but didn't dare. Suddenly, a voice appeared in my mind: "Dragon, you must not go out. If you go out, you will be spotted by bad guys outside." "No," another voice said: "That's not bad at all. , It’s clothes. Just go out.” “I would rather believe it, but not believe it. Everyone can say that, don’t go out.” “Isn’t this something obvious? It’s all a prank of the wind, it’s clothes. It's not a bad person. What's more, as long as you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."...These two voices are arguing in my mind, making it difficult for me to make decisions. In the end, I got out of the quilt, but anyway, I was a little scared and spent the unforgettable night uneasy.

The next day, my parents praised me and said, "Dragon, you have grown up and become brave." After I heard this, a bright smile appeared on my face, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey.

Since then, I have my own small room and sleep alone. It can be said that "everything is difficult at the beginning"!