成长故事英语作文初中【一】
成长的道路永远不可能是一帆风顺，一马平川的。他总是充满了荆棘，布满了坎坷。走在这条路上，会有成功的喜悦，也会有失败的痛苦。但是，要想通向成功，就必须把荆棘坎坷变成垫脚石;把喜悦和痛苦都变成加油站。
那是一年级的时候，我们正在上课，突然主任进来了。嘴上还说着：“被叫到名字的同学拿上垫格、铅笔，跟我走，快一点。”主任一口气叫了五六个名字。此时整个教室格外的安静，同学们都伸长脖子看着主任。我的心砰砰乱跳，既希望叫道我，又害怕叫道我。因为我知道，被叫到名字的是去参加竞赛了。我想参加竞赛，因为我真的算得上“好学生”，答卷对我来说不成问题。可我又怕去竞赛，因为后面有朗读比赛，我天生胆小，不敢在众人面前说话。这时主任叫了：“王雨涵”。完了，拿好东西走吧。我们来到四楼的教室，主任左手拿着卷子，右手在不停的发，还提醒我们：“先做第一题，再写话。”我拿起铅笔，信心满满的去做这张卷子，果然一切顺利，满分!
接下来，可就不那么顺利了。朗读，第二个就是我，我有点底气不足，心里直打鼓，但还是硬着头皮上去了。我努力地控制着自己，我把声音放大，可腿还是有点抖，声音也有点颤。读完了，我迫不急待的想知道自己的分数，主任说：“读得不错，就是有点紧张，九十九分吧!”我高兴的差点跳起来。
中午走在回家的路上，我的脚步是蹦蹦跳跳的，感到天是那么的蓝，树是那么的绿，鸟叫声是那么的悦耳，因为从此我再也不怕朗读了。
成长故事英语作文初中【二】
走在回家的路上，脚步大步大步的向前跨去，表面看上去是如此的精神弈弈，一心一意的想要快快回到家，心中想的却是同学口中侃侃而谈的线上游戏。回到家后，妈妈叮咛我要写完功课才可以开电脑，随后便出门了。看着手中的作业，虽说份量不多，但却令人倍感厌烦，心灰意懒的打开作业，心不甘情不愿的提起笔来，但才写没两个字，思绪早就不知到飘到哪里去了，现在的我既想把功课作完，但又想要玩电脑，真是进退两难呀！最后我还是忍不住了，甩开恼人的作业，一股脑儿的坐在电脑前，渐渐掉入游戏的世界中，鼠标飞快的在桌面上移动，不容许一分一秒的浪费，使得我愈陷愈深，终至无法自拔！而作业老早就被我冷落在一旁，现在我专心在萤幕上的每一个画面，唯有一个闪失而失去片刻的欢乐。我的心在电脑的世界里专注着、沸腾着，一步步陷入泥潭中……
咕咕钟的响起，将我唤回了现实中，抬头定睛一看，“天啊！都这么晚了！”我不禁惊呼道。这下可好了，草草完成作业，拖着一身的疲惫上床睡去。日复一日、年复一年，每天同样的戏码仍不断上演着，就这样宝贵的时间全都浪费在电脑前，就算已经逼近期考的日子了，仍旧是如此地虚度光阴而浑然不知。
当成绩发下后真是令我“叹为观止”，不认真的事实全都淋淋的在考卷上展开来！看着同学为自己的进步而欢欣鼓舞着，而我脸上却是一阵阵的阴霾掠过，心情真是冰到了极点。事到如今还能怪谁呢？当下有如当头棒喝，我终于知道过去的日子中，我是过得如此浑浑噩噩，如今又是如此的悔恨呀！但一切一切都早已来不及了。
经过那次惨痛的教训后，我下定决心不再沉迷于电玩的世界之中，因为身为一位学生，最终的本分还是把书读好。现在每当我看见那黑漆漆的屏幕时，总是快快的.把头撇开，深怕自己再度掉入那伸手不见五指的无底洞，深怕自己一时不能控制自己的而重蹈覆辙，因为我感受到，失败的痛楚是如此的切身之痛，而我也了解到“要怎么收获，先那么栽！”的道理，想成功必然要有些许的牺牲和付出。现代科技进步飞快，电脑带给人们的是诸多方便，但倘若把它当作玩具，恐怕是令人后悔莫及呀！如今我已洗心革面，不再被电脑所左右了。我向过去的自我认错，我也的确深深领悟——最大的敌人就是自己，我一定会打败自己心中的恶魔，超越自我的障碍，向前努力迈进！
成长故事英语作文初中【三】
：The Little Prince （小王子）Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:
"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."
"But we must wait," I said.
"Wait? For what?"
"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."
At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:
"I am always thinking that I am at home!"
Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.
If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You knowone loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunset?"
But the little prince made no reply.
On the fifth dayagain, as always, it was thanks to the sheepthe secret of the little princes life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:
"A sheepif it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."
"Even flowers that have thorns?"
"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."
"Then the thornswhat use are they?"
I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.
"The thornswhat use are they?"
The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:
"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."
"Oh!"
There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:
"I dont believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. They reassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons…"
I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still wont turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little price disturbed my thoughts.
"And you actually believe that the flowers"
"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I dont believe anything. I answered you the first thing that came into my head. Dont you seeI am very busy with matters of consequence!"
He stared at me, thunderstruck.
"Matters of consequence!"
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"
That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:
"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"
He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
The little prince was now white with rage.
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? And if I knowI, myselfone flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doingOh! You think that is not important!"
His face turned from white to red as he continued:
"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, Somewhere, my flower is there… But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…And you think that is not important!"
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him:
"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will"
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
经典：The Little Prince 小王子
啊！我的小王子……就这样，一点一滴地，我逐渐懂得了你那忧郁的小生命。长久以来，你惟一的乐趣只是欣赏落日。这是我在第四天早晨知道的，当你说出：
“我喜欢看夕阳。我们一起去看太阳下山吧……”
“可以，我们必须要等……”
“等什么？”
“等太阳落山哪！”
起初，你看起来好象很惊讶，然后，又自我解嘲地说：
“我总以为自己还在家里。”
确实，大家都知道，美国的正午时分，正是法国夕阳落下的时候。如果能在一分钟内赶到法国，你就可以看到落日了，可惜法国太远了。但是，在你的小行星上，只要把椅子向后挪几步，就可以随时随地地看到落日的余辉了。
“有一天，我看了43次落日！”
过了一会儿，你又说：
“你知道当你感到悲伤的时候，就会喜欢看落日……”
“你那时很悲伤吗？就是你看了43次落日的那天？”
小王子没有回答。
第五天，我发现小王子身世的另一个秘密再次感谢那只羊。好象默默地思索了很长时间以后，得出了什么结果一样，他突然没头没脑地问我：
“羊会吃花吗？就像吃灌木丛一样？”
“它碰到什么吃什么。”
“连有刺的花都吃吗？”
“有刺的花也吃。”
“那刺还有什么用呢？”
我不知道该怎么回答。那时候，我正忙着将一个卡在引擎上的螺丝拆下来。我发现，飞机损坏的情形很严重，而且，更让我担心的是饮用水已经所剩不多了。
“那刺还有什么作用呢？”
小王子一旦提出了问题，就绝不放弃，而我正为了螺丝生气，于是不假思索地回答他
“那些刺儿毫无用处，花儿长刺只能害人！”
“噢！”
沉默了一会儿，他悻悻地说：“我不信你说的话！花儿弱不禁风，花儿天真无邪，她们自顾不暇呢。她们身上长了刺，是为了给自己壮胆，为了保护自己……”
我没有答话，当时我在想：“如果螺丝还不松动的话，我就一锤子敲碎它。”
小王子的话再次打断了我的思路：
“你真的认为花儿……”
“算了吧，算了吧！我什么也不认为！我是随便说说。你没看到我正在忙着要紧的事吗？”
他瞪着我，愣住了。
“要紧的事！？”
他看着我，蹲在那个在他眼中看来丑得要命的东西前面，手握着锤子，手指上沾满了油圬……
“你跟那些大人没什么两样！”
听了这话，我觉得有点惭愧。然而，他又毫不留情地说：
“你什么都分不清，你把什么都混在一起！”
他生气地摇晃着脑袋，金黄色的头发随风飘动着。
小王子气得脸色发白。
“几百万年来，花儿生来就有刺，就像几百万年来羊都在吃花一样。难道了解花的身上为什么会有这些没用的刺不重要的吗？难道羊和花之间的战争不重要？如果我知道一朵花人世间惟一的花，只长在我的小行星上，别的地方都不存在，在一天早晨，被一只小羊糊里糊涂地毁掉了，难道这样的事也不重要吗？”
他脸色渐渐转红，然后又接着说：
“如果有人钟爱着一朵独一无二，盛开在浩瀚星海里的花，那么，当他抬头仰望繁星时，便会心满意足。他会告诉自己：‘我心爱的花在那里，在那遥远的星星上。’可以，如果羊把花吃掉了，那么，对他来说，所有的星光便会在刹那间暗淡无光！而你却认为这不重要！”
他突然泣不成声，无法再说下去了。
夜幕降临，黑暗翩然而至。我把手中的工具，锤子、螺丝以及饥饿和亡全抛在脑后，一切对我都已不再重要。在地球上，在我的行星上，有一位需要安慰的小王子。我将他抱在怀里，轻轻地摇着他，对他说：“你心爱的那朵花不会有危险的，我给你的小羊画一个口罩；我给你的花画个护栏……我……”
我不知道该对他说些什么，只觉得自己很笨拙，不懂得怎样抚慰打动他，不知道该如何才能再次回到与他心灵相通的地方。眼泪就是这么奇妙的东西。
成长故事英语作文初中【四】
昨天，我听数学老师说：“明天，大家要复习好。”回到家，我做完作业，就马上复习。今天我早早起来吃完早餐，就去上学。
路上，我看见小树在风中向我鞠躬，小鸟唱着歌，仿佛祝福我考个好成绩。
来到教室，老师已经给同学们发试卷了。我三步并做两步回到座位上，拿出笔来，开始做题了。我发现有个题不会，就想起了妈妈的教导，不会的题先空着，最后再做。我先做完别的，最后做不会的。
下课了，老师拿着试卷走了。同学们开始议论着，同学们有的面带笑容，有的悲痛欲绝。
上课了，老师开始念分数，当念到我99分的时候，我兴高采烈。老师把我叫到面前说：“这次考的好，不代表下次考的好，要努力。”
是啊，这次考的好不代表下次考的好，我要努力考到100分。
成长故事英语作文初中【五】
Mouse and Cat in Partnership
英汉对照
A certain cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her, that at length the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. But we must make a provision for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger, said the cat, and you, little mouse, cannot venture everywhere, or you will be caught in a trap some day. The good advice was followed, and a pot of fat was bought, but they did not know where to put it. At length, after much consideration, the cat said, I know no place where it will be better stored up than in the church, for no one dares take anything away from there. We will set it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are really in need of it. So the pot was placed in safety, but it was not long before the cat had a great yearning for it, and said to the mouse, I want to tell you something, little mouse, my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and has asked me to be godmother, he is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the font at the christening. Let me go out to-day, and you look after the house by yourself. Yes, yes, answered the mouse, by all means go, and if you get anything very good to eat, think of me, I should like a drop of sweet red christening wine myself. All this, however, was untrue, the cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home. Well, here you are again, said the mouse, no doubt you have had a merry day. All went off well, answered the cat. What name did they give the child. Top off, said the cat quite coolly. Top off, cried the mouse, that is a very odd and uncommon name, is it a usual one in your family. What does that matter, said the cat, it is no worse than crumb-stealer, as your God-children are called.
Before long the cat was seized by another fit of yearning. She said to the mouse, you must do me a favor, and once more manage the house for a day alone. I am again asked to be godmother, and, as the child has a white ring round its neck, I cannot refuse. The good mouse consented, but the cat crept behind the town walls to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. Nothing ever seems so good as what one keeps to oneself, said she, and was quite satisfied with her days work. When she went home the mouse inquired, and what was this child christened. Half-done, answered the cat. Half-done. What are you saying. I never heard the name in my life, Ill wager anything it is not in the calendar.
The cats mouth soon began to water for some more licking. All good things go in threes, said she, I am asked to stand godmother again. The child is quite black, only it has white paws, but with that exception, it has not a single white hair on its whole body, this only happens once every few years, you will let me go, wont you. Top-off. Half-done, answered the mouse, they are such odd names, they make me very thoughtful. You sit at home, said the cat, in your dark-gray fur coat and long tail, and are filled with fancies, thats because you do not go out in the daytime. During the cats absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order but the greedy cat entirely emptied the pot of fat. When everything is eaten up one has some peace, said she to herself, and well filled and fat she did not return home till night. The mouse at once asked what name had been given to the third child. It will not please you more than the others, said the cat. He is called all-gone. All-gone, cried the mouse, that is the most suspicious name of all. I have never seen it in print. All-gone, what can that mean, and she shook her head, curled herself up, and lay down to sleep.
From this time forth no one invited the cat to be godmother, but when the winter had come and there was no longer anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their provision, and said, come cat, we will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves - we shall enjoy that. Yes, answered the cat, you will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty tongue of yours out of the window. They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the pot of fat certainly was still in its place, but it was empty. Alas, said the mouse, now I see what has happened, now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You have devoured all when you were standing godmother. First top off then half done, then -. Will you hold your tongue, cried the cat, one word more and I will eat you too. All gone was already on the poor mouses lips, scarcely had she spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her, and swallowed her down. Verily, that is the way of the world.
有一只猫认识了一只老鼠，便对它大谈特谈自己是多么喜欢老鼠，原意和它交朋友，弄得老鼠终于同意和猫住在一起，共同生活。“我们得准备过冬的东西了，不然我们到冬天会挨饿的，”猫说，“至于你嘛，我的小老鼠，哪里也不要去，我真怕你会被什么老鼠夹子夹住。”老鼠接受了猫的好建议，于是它们买来了一罐猪油，然而两个人都不知道该把猪油放在什么地方。它们左思考右思考，最后猫说：“我觉得这猪油放在教堂里是再合适不过的了，因为谁也不敢偷教堂里的东西。我们把猪油藏在祭坛下，不到万不得已的时候决不动它。”猪油罐就这样被放到了安全的地方。可是没过多久，猫开始想吃猪油了，便对老鼠说：“小老鼠，我想跟你说点事。我的表姐刚刚生了一个小宝宝，还请我当小宝贝的教母。那小宝贝全身雪白，带着一些褐色的斑点。我要抱着它去接受洗礼，所以今天要出去一下，你一个人在家看家，好吗？”“好的，好的，”老鼠说，“你尽管去吧。要是有什么好吃的东西，千万要记着我。我很想尝一点洗礼时用的红葡萄酒。”这一切当然都不是真的，因为猫并没有表姐，也没有被请去当教母。它直接去了教堂，偷偷爬到猪油罐那里，开始舔呀舔，把顶上一层猪油舔得精光。然后，它在城里的屋顶上散了散步，想碰碰别的运气；接着便躺下来晒太阳。每当想起那罐猪油，它都情不自禁地舔舔自己的嘴唇。它一直等到天黑才回家。“啊，你终于回来了，”老鼠说，“这一天肯定过得很开心吧？”“一切顺利。”猫答道。“你们给那孩子起了什么名字？”“没了顶层！”猫冷淡地说。“没了顶层！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个古怪的名字可不多见。你们家常取这样的名字吗？”“那有什么？”猫说,“不比你的那些教子叫什么偷面包屑的更糟吧？”
没过多久，猫又想吃猪油了。它对老鼠说：“你得帮我一个忙，再一个人看一次家。又有人请我当教母了，而且这个孩子的脖子上有一道白圈，我实在无法推辞。”好心的老鼠同意了。猫从城墙后面溜进教堂，一口气吃掉了半罐猪油。“什么东西也没有比吃到自己的嘴里更好，”它说，心里对这一天的收获感到很满意。等它到家时，老鼠问道：“这个孩子起的什么名字呀？”“吃了一半，”猫回答。“吃了一半！你在说什么呀？我长这么大了还从来没有听说过这样的名字。我敢打赌，就是年历上也不会有这样的名字！”
不久，猫的嘴巴又开始流口水了，想再去舔一舔猪油。“好事成三嘛，”它说，“又有人请我去当教母了。这个孩子除了爪子是白色的，浑身黑黝黝的，连一根白毛都没有。这是好几年才会碰上的事情，你当然会同意我去的，是吗？”“没了顶层！吃了一半！”老鼠回答，“这些名字真怪！我实在弄不明白。”“你白天又不出门，”猫说，“整天穿着深灰色的皮袄，拖着长长的尾巴，坐在家里胡思乱想，当然弄不明白啦！”趁着猫不在家，老鼠把屋子打扫了一下，把东西放得整整齐齐。可是那只馋猫把剩下的猪油吃得干干净净。“人只有把东西吃得干干净净才能放心，”它自言自语地说。它吃得饱饱的，直到天黑了才挺着圆圆的肚子回家。老鼠看到它回来，立刻问它这第三个孩子起的什么名字。“你也不会喜欢这个名字，”猫说，“它叫吃得精光。”“吃得精光！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个名字太令人费解了！我从来没有在书上见过。吃得精光！这是什么意思呢？”它摇摇头，蜷缩起身子，躺下睡着了。
从此，猫再也没有被邀请去当教母。可是冬天来到了，外面再也找不到任何吃的东西。老鼠想到了它们准备的过冬的东西，便说：“走吧，猫！我们去取储存的猪油吧。我们可以美美吃上一顿。”“是的，”猫回答，“那准会把你美得就像把你那尖尖的舌头伸到窗外去喝西北风一样。”它们动身去教堂，可它们到达那里后，看到猪油罐倒是还在那里，里面却是空的。“天哪！”老鼠说，“我现在终于明白是怎么回事了！你可真是个好朋友！你在去当什么教母的时候，把这猪油全吃光了！先是吃了顶上一层，然后吃了一半，最后……”“你给我住嘴！”猫嚷道，“你要是再罗嗦，我连你也吃了！”“……吃得精光，”可怜的老鼠脱口而出。它刚把话说完，猫就扑到了它的身上，抓住它，把它吞进了肚子。这世界就是这样！
New Words and Expressions 生词和词组
1. acquaintance n. 认识
2. provision n. 准备，供应品
3. yearning n. 渴望，怀念
4. consent v. 同意，许可
5. calendar n. 日历，日程表
6. suspicious a. 可疑的，令人费解的
7. curl up 卷起
8. dainty a. 优美的，讲究的
9. verily ad. 真正的，真实的
