In our daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and we must avoid compositions without endings. So how to write a good composition? The following are the essays I compiled on growing up through trying (10 general articles). You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. Composition 1 on growing up through trying

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." On the road of life, no one will have smooth sailing. Bumps and bumps are inevitable. If a dilemma is a closed door of darkness, and there is light outside the door, then the only way to open the door is to try thousands of times. Find the key. Keep trying, and what you will gain is naturally joy and courage. However, it is more about perception. In trying, we can discover our inner potential, our humanity can be sublimated, and our souls can be purified.

Never use difficulties as an excuse to give up trying, and don’t use “I can’t” or “I dare not” as your shield. Do you want to surrender in life? Can't. Have you ever tried to overcome setbacks? How can you give up without trying! Whether you succeed or fail, as long as you fight with your head held high, you have the right to smile with a clear conscience, your life will be radiant, and you will have enough strength to attack the rock of fate, just like Beethoven So powerfully shouting to the world: "I want to hold the throat of fate!"

Have you done this?

Are you still afraid of trying? Growing through attempts Essay 2

Life is full of many attempts. Behind many attempts are gains and joy, but more importantly, they are insights. In the attempt, abilities and inner potential are discovered, human nature is sublimated, and the soul is purified.

Since I entered the first grade of junior high school, I tried to sign up for the sports meeting for the first time. When I was in elementary school, I didn’t know what three and a half circles on the playground was. I never participated in the sports meeting, and I never knew it. The joy of first place. It was because of my first try in the first grade of junior high school that I began to fall in love with sports.

The first time I signed up to compete was 1,500 meters, which was not much for me. At the sports meeting, when the teacher shouted, "First-year junior high school women's 1500-meter athletes, please come to the inspection office for inspection." At that moment, my heart was in my throat, and every nerve was twisting nervously. The bib number hangs on my chest, as if it is my "flag number". On the field, on the track, as soon as the gun fired, the athletes all rushed up, and I was no exception. A very small number 1500, I think it is too far, the distance gradually widens, further and further away. I didn’t want to give up, and I didn’t want to miss out on this competition. I tried my best to move forward, but I always felt that I was far away... When the finish line arrived, I finished third from the bottom. I finally ran it down, and my first attempt allowed me to understand the basic concept of three and a half laps.

In sports, never underestimate a certain kind of sport. The ancients said, "Standing on this mountain and looking at the height of that mountain, you will never see the most beautiful sunset." I think this is also the case. One attempt to run 1500 made me fall in love with running and the track.

I have grown up in trying, experienced, and failed, but I have never regretted it. Every improvement marks the entry into another stage. This stage is growing and realizing that life is only one step at a time. Only by leaving footprints can you pay with no regrets and gain with no regrets. Only when I grow up do I know how wonderful it is to try, and the different experiences brought about by trying. Growing up by trying Essay 3

An egg made Edison’s science, an apple made Newton’s science, a pendulum made Galileo’s science, and a bath made Archimedes’ science. Science is leaving us It’s not that far away. Science is everywhere in life. I have had a strong interest in science since I was a child. I am good at observing and discovering, and I prefer to do some small scientific experiments.

One day, I walked into the kitchen and saw flour and salt on the cabinet. Then I went to the yard and there was a pile of sand. This pile of sand was used by my cousin to build a castle.

I am a little curious: Can flour, salt and sand be completely dissolved in water? I found a small spoon, a small stick, and three cups in the cupboard drawer, and poured appropriate amounts of water into each cup. First, I scooped a spoonful of salt into one of the cups, then took a small wooden stick and stirred it evenly. Then I put a small amount of sand into the second cup and stirred it evenly. Then I put it in the third cup. I stirred some flour for about ten minutes. When I thought it was dissolved, I stopped stirring. At this time, I looked at each cup carefully, but found that the situations in the three cups were different: the salt in the first cup was gone, and what appeared was a transparent liquid. I tasted it, and it was a bit... Salty; the water in the second cup is still water, and the sand is still sand, not dissolved at all, and still quietly settling at the bottom of the cup; but the water in the third cup is white, a bit mushy, and tasteless.

Why is this? By reading relevant books and searching for relevant information on the Internet, I found out: It turns out that the salt dissolved in the water, the sand did not dissolve in the water, and what was in the third cup was just a mixture of water and flour.

Through this experiment, I understood that water can dissolve some substances, and the colors, states and tastes they present after dissolution are also different. And not all substances can be dissolved in water.

In fact, science is not mysterious. It lies in our behavior. Every small scientific experiment will make me gain a lot. In each scientific experiment, I fully enjoyed the fun that science brought me. At the same time, it also cultivated my interest in exploring the mysteries of science. Growth through trying Essay 4

Growth is carried out through exploration; trying is a process from scratch. Ordinary things can never arouse the interest in the past. Breakthroughs and attempts are the growth !

Since I was a child, my painting skills have always been admired by others. Whenever it comes to art, I have to add a little red flower to my score. I consider myself to be an excellent painter and no one can surpass me. But since I entered junior high school, something called comics broke into my world, which made my pride and self-esteem plummet. I don’t understand how they draw the leaves with two arcs and one line in such a clear layer, and the trees on the roadside are at equal distances. The painting is more real than reality. The eyes of the originally rigid person become brighter and more charming... I don't know how to draw it. I compared the inverted triangle face painting method in "Detective Conan" with the one in "One Piece" I understand the style thoroughly, but I still can’t learn the painting style that is more realistic than reality. It seems that my works will always be “cultural relics”.

I once again held the pen firmly in my hand. Yes, I had found a good subject again. After I had a few friendly visits, the staff of the library building almost knew me. Under the circumstances, I found the most suitable material. The lobby princess in "Chang Ge Xing": Li Changge. She is neither coquettish nor charming, she is not too ugly, and she has a proud look on her face. She is exactly the same as the cartoon character in my mind.

After countless times of making people look different, I decided to draw it again. The pencil was swinging crazily on the sketch paper. The outline, headdress, shoulder veil, forehead ornament, and jade pendant came into view. It's basically the same as children's drawings. It's not difficult at all, but... I draw a face that can ruin a painting. I try to draw the facial features slowly with a pencil, but they are erased again and again. I follow the drawing and trace. I have tried to draw, but I still can’t draw. The feeling of being short of breath and unable to go up or down is really uncomfortable. I took a deep breath, slammed the pencil on the table, and announced: "No." Drawn!" I threw the comic book aside anxiously, and suddenly remembered the "lazy" way I used to do when I was a child. Since I couldn't draw eyes, I made her a Sleeping Beauty with her eyes closed, and I rubbed her face again. Clean, with two curved inverted crescents painted on it, just like the immortal, peerless and independent...

I pasted that painting on the wall, it is the process between whether I know how to do it or not. , is an attempt in growth. Composition 5 of Growing Up by Trying

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." On the road of life, no one will have smooth sailing, and bumps and bumps are inevitable.

If a dilemma is a closed door of darkness, and there is light outside the door, then the only way to open the door is to find the key through thousands of attempts. What you gain from constant trying is joy and more growth.

Growing up in a broken cocoon

The caterpillar wraps itself in thousands of threads and wakes up from its deep sleep. Facing the dark world, it does not believe that it will be defeated by fate. Faced with endless setbacks, it tries to challenge fate. It wanted to break free from the shackles of darkness, so it used its weak head to try to break through the silkworm chrysalis, once, twice... I understood: the caterpillar strengthened its body and sharpened its will in the constant attempts, and finally broke through. Come out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly flying in the air!

The emergence of silkworms from cocoons into butterflies tells me: we grow by trying.

Growing up in flight

The reason why eagles can soar in the air is because they faced a life and death test when they were young. The mother eagle drives them out of the nest one by one, hoping that they can bravely challenge in desperate situations and fly to the sky of hope through their own efforts. Finally, a weak young eagle spread its wings and "pounce! pounce! pounce!" after repeated attempts. It succeeded. It came back from the edge of death and flew into the blue sky!

The graceful and vigorous figure of the eagle soaring in the blue sky tells me: we grow by trying.

Growing up in the severe winter

The winter wind is biting. The east wind uses its power to force all things to surrender to it. Only plum blossoms dare to resist. In the bleak winter, plum blossoms persist in taking root in the snow and growing in the cold wind. It tries to fight against the cold wind. It uses its twisting and hard branches to show its strength, and it uses its dazzling flowers to tell its tenacity.

The unique bloom of plum blossoms tells me: we grow by trying.

The road ahead is still long. Now that you have chosen the distance, don’t stop; now that you have raised the sails for a long voyage, don’t refuse to set sail! Let us grow by trying! Growth in Trying Composition 6

Write a line in front of me: "Stay in your head!" Suddenly, the classroom burst into laughter from the students. At that moment, the ridicule of my classmates swirled in my ears, and my young heart almost collapsed.

I rushed out of the classroom in a panic and ran all the way home. My mother turned blue when she heard my news. Then she touched my head and said seriously: "Remember, as long as you work hard, others will work hard.

We will get it. After my mother finished speaking, I saw her eyes were moist Since I was born, this was the first time I saw my mother crying. From that moment on, I remembered my mother’s words and I no longer let her cry.

My mother cried for me. p>

Since then, I study hard every day. If I leave my heart in class, I will write the word "heart" on my palm, which means to remind myself to focus on other students. You can learn in one minute what I can't learn, so I will use ten minutes or an hour until I learn it.

That's it, with this effort. With the courage to try, I rose to third place in the final exam. My progress surprised both teachers and students. They could not imagine that the original "stupid" person could achieve such amazing results.

When I took the red certificate from the teacher, I shed tears unconsciously. Finally, I used my constant attempts to prove that I was not a "brainless". .

I ran home with the certificate and carefully handed it to my mother. Suddenly, my mother's eyes turned silly. When I came to my senses, my mother hugged me tightly. Holding him in his arms, his mouth trembled and said: "You did it, you did it. ”

At that moment, I completely understood that failure is not terrible. What is terrible is not trying again. In fact, failure is the beginning of success.

Only by growing up from failure and trying from failure can you endure it

Living in the storm.

There is still a long way to go. Now that you have embarked on the voyage of life, you cannot refuse to give up; since you have chosen the distance, don't stay; now that you have set sail, don't refuse to set sail. Let us

Grow up healthily by trying, and move towards success by constantly trying! Essay on Growth by Trying 7

In my memory, I have tried many things, again and again Trying is like step by step, imprinted on the path of my growth. The most memorable thing for me was that attempt at cooking.

That day, my mother left me a text message: I will be back late today, and dinner will be late. You should find a solution first. I believe you can do it. I was worried when I read my mother's text message. I secretly wanted to surprise my mother by cooking a meal myself.

I opened the refrigerator and found two pieces of ribs, a cabbage, and a few carrots. Looking at these ingredients, I'm going to have two dishes and one soup. I wondered what was so difficult about cooking.

I washed and peeled the ingredients. I started cutting. I held the kitchen knife tightly in my right hand and pinched the carrot in my left hand. I tried to keep the knife as steady as possible and started cutting carefully. Unexpectedly, the carrots rolled around, seeming to be avoiding my kitchen knife. Suddenly, the carrot rolled and the knife lost control. "Ah——" I was so frightened that I screamed. What a risk! The knife passed over the back of my hand, but fortunately it only scratched a little skin. In anger, I grabbed the disobedient carrot and cut it wildly. In this way, after a lot of effort, I finally finished cutting the carrot. As a result, the carrot slices placed in front of me were wide and thin, some looked like radish slices, and some looked like radish cubes.

After cutting the vegetables, they started cooking. I turned on the gas stove, put the pot on, and carried the oil pot to pour the oil. Unfortunately, because the oil pot was too heavy, most of the oil was spilled outside the pot when I shook my hand. I put the oil pot up again and poured it again. Unexpectedly, the trademark hanging on the oil pot started to burn. I quickly put down the oil can and put out the fire with a rag. Wow, it was so dangerous. I was so scared that I broke into a sweat. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and patted my chest to soothe my frightened heart.

At this time, the oil pan was already crackling. No matter what, I poured down the carrots on the plate at once, and the carrots "stinged" were fried even more fiercely. Oil beads suddenly jumped in the pot, and oil splashed everywhere. I was scared to retreat, and I was in a panic. Turn off the gas stove and call your mother for help. My mother said that the oil beads jumping around is because the oil contains moisture. It will stop when the pot is dry and then add the oil. Cover the pot and the oil beads will not pop out. I did what my mother told me to do. When I opened the lid and stir-fried, I found that a few pieces at the bottom were burnt. The first course was finished in a hurry. The next two dishes: one was burnt, and the other soup was also burnt by me until most of the bowl was left. It turns out that cooking is not as simple as I imagined.

Alas, my first attempt at cooking ended in failure. It turns out that every time I try, I don’t always get what I expected. But let me know that trying is like a bottle of five-flavor vinegar, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Everyone needs to make many attempts in their life; trying is a required course on the road to growth. Composition 8 on growing up through trying

On everyone’s path to growth, trying is a required course in life. Every attempt can give us different exercises and help us grow faster.

I remember that when I was in first grade, I was timid. Every time the teacher asked a question in class, I didn’t dare to raise my hand even if I knew how to answer it, so I could only sit there helplessly and watch others answer. . It wasn't until I took the plunge in that class that everything changed.

That was an open class. I sat in my seat and looked to the side. I saw that the teachers who came to listen to the class were all in darkness. I couldn't help but feel nervous.

After the class officially started, the teacher asked a question. As soon as she finished speaking, the students raised their hands impatiently, eager to try, for fear of being beaten first by others.

Seeing everyone rushing to raise their hands to speak, I also silently cheered for myself: "Come on, don't give up. You have carefully previewed the content of the text and you can answer these questions." But my hands seemed to be tied. A huge boulder weighing heavily. As soon as my hands left the table, I felt that the teachers' eyes had been focused on me. My heart was like a little rabbit "thumping", and I still dared not raise my hands high. Soon, the classmate answered the question and was praised by the teacher. I envied him very much, and I couldn't help but blame myself.

The teacher asked another question. The students raised their hands upright like small trees, and each one gave his answer. The teacher nodded with satisfaction and asked everyone if there were any other solutions. At this time, there was such silence in the classroom that you could even hear a pin drop. I knew another way to solve the problem. Seeing the teacher looking at me with encouragement, I mustered up the courage and tried to raise my hands high. The teacher immediately called my name. I stood up uneasily and said the correct answer. The teacher who was attending the class looked at me with approval, and the huge stone weighing on my heart disappeared instantly.

After trying that class, my self-confidence has been greatly improved. From now on, I am always full of confidence, completely different from before, and the teachers also like me more. Growing up by trying Essay 9

After listening to my mother’s words, my confidence suddenly increased and I suddenly became enlightened. There seemed to be a magical force in my heart that pushed me forward. I was as brave as a newborn calf who is not afraid of death. I rushed forward on the ground. Slowly, I mastered some skills. I was able to maintain a slight balance. Slowly, I slid out a beautiful horizon on the flat ground. So, I rushed forward bravely like a warrior. . Finally, the skates danced one pattern after another on my feet, and I was like a happy bird. The skates made one wonderful song after another on my feet. Faced with it, I no longer Scared.

Here the young author seems to have traveled through time and space, has magical powers, and learned it in one day? It's unlikely, so we still have to make some transitions.

So there seemed to be a magical force in my heart, urging me to move forward. Like a newborn calf who is not afraid of death, I collapsed and stood up again and again, fell and got up again and again. Get up and rush forward like a brave warrior.

After a period of hard training, I skated a beautiful arc on the sports field covered with sweat, tears, and blood. Finally, like a happy bird, I flew out one pattern after another, and the arcs drawn by the skates were the beautiful songs sung by the bird. Growing up through trying Essay 10

In the course of human life, there is the joy of success and the sadness of failure. And it all comes from trying.

Mediocre people don’t know the joy of trying. At the same time, people become extraordinary through constant attempts. Trying is not only an essential part of human life, but also important for other creatures.

When we were young, we were very naughty. We often play catching ants. We put the ants into a glass bottle and see how they get out. There were two ants in the bottle. After a while, they climbed around separately. They hit the bottle wall at the same time, but they did not give up. They climbed up again, but because the bottle wall was very smooth, they climbed several times. They all fell down and were bruised all over. An ant refused to climb and lay groaning in the bottle, while an ant endured the physical pain and climbed up again. With its tenacious perseverance and desire for life, it crawled towards the mouth of the bottle, 1 Minutes, 2 minutes, 10 minutes... time passed quickly. Looking at the ant in the bottle, it had already come out of despair. Moving forward to a new endeavor, it worked! The ant in the bottle saw that the ant was missing, so he looked around and saw the escaping ant on the other side of the glass bottle wall. I felt very regretful, but also very shocked.

The ant got out of trouble because it kept trying, because it had perseverance and because it had confidence in itself.

We will encounter many difficulties as we grow, but we must have the courage to try and succeed step by step in our attempts. Frustration is certainly terrible, but as long as we have the courage to try, setbacks will become weak and easy to bully. Take the plunge.