我又在成长作文600字【一】
来到游泳馆，教我的教练是很严肃的人，我穿好救生衣，废话不多说，跳进水里。因为我经常来游泳馆，看过别人游泳，回忆起别人练的动作，果然有用。
但是天有不测风云，谁知我憋气憋不住了，身体也失控了，接着就手忙脚乱的'拍打着水，有点落在小河里的鸡。教练看见我这副模样，知道了我现在的处境，游到我旁边，把我举起来，把我举到岸边。那些游泳高手都捧腹大笑起来，之后就纷纷下水游泳。看他游到岸边只用了30秒，上岸后，他们双手交叉，好像在说:“要超过我们还要100年呢!”自此之后我决心要超过他们。
于是，我勤学苦练泳技，暑假差不多每天都去学。我学会了蛙泳、狗刨式泳，还有蝶泳。
不久以后，我和他们比赛。比赛规则是看谁做的花式蝶泳最优美。我先和叫明丽的那个人比，他的花式蝶泳是他的弱点，我一下子做了一个高难度的动作，他就败下阵来了。下一个和一个叫张聪的人比，他是副队长，结果我们好多次打了个平手，最后我赢了，打败了他们。他们脸都红红地说：“我们全军覆没了，我们让你当队长。”我也很高兴。
我进步了！
我又在成长作文600字【二】
时光隐冉，转眼之间，初三毕业了。
在已经是盛夏了。每天不是乌云密布就是晴空万里，在这种情况下，我的心也跟着时阴时晴。
上完最后一堂课，只是和老师告别。收拾一下自己杂乱的课桌，把该带走的带走，背着大包小包的和同学告别，最后在关上教室门之前，环视了一下空荡荡的教室。我的心也不禁茫然起来，似乎有太多东西留在这里了。想带也带不走。
我关上了教室门，随着“吱呀“的几声，在那一刹那间，我的心突然有一股尖锐的痛，忽然想起了四字“青春散场”。
慢慢地走下楼梯，我似乎想起可刚刚来到这里时，数着楼梯走进教室的样子，无知，单纯，甚至幼稚。但随着一年又一年的过去，现在我已经在四楼读初三了，那楼梯也越数越长。但儿时的心情已俨然不在了。童年的心也一去不复返了。而这一切的一切都变成我脑海里那泛黄的一页了。我知道，我该和它们告别了。
最后的一堂课，是和老师告别。
最后一次考试，是和学业告别。
最后一个人离开，是和同学告别。
最后一个脚步，是和301告别。
走在通往校门的小路上，我忘不了，昔日在这里埋头苦读的身影；忘不了，昔日在这里倾心畅谈的快乐；忘不了，昔日在这片绿茵场驰聘的快感。
在这离别之际，我们依然别情依依，走一回校园的.小路，数一回教室的楼梯，心中荡起了甜蜜的回忆。
在这离别之际，我们依然有千言万语，看一眼校长的白发，摸一把老师的坐椅，腮边挂满了滚烫的泪珠。
当我的脚跨出校门的一瞬间，我忽而明白我已经不是这里的一员了。但也许不是永久，但也不是瞬间。
虽然这初中三年跟高中三年和大学四年相比，是多么的微不足道，但对于我们小孩来说是多么的珍贵和满足啊啊！
再见了，我的朋友！
再见了，我的老师！
再见了，我的学校！
再见了，我的初三！
我又在成长作文600字【三】
if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
