What's Weibo's name in the composition?

I grew up with a lot of things, and many of them benefited me a lot for the first time. I participated in the table tennis competition for the first time, and my first composition was published in the newspaper. I won the first prize in the composition competition in Anyang for the first time. I became an announcer for the first time, a photographer for the first time, and I learned to ride a bike for the first time ... These things are like countless stars in the sky, but one star is always printed in my mind, and that is the first time I learned to ride a bike.

It was a sunny afternoon, and my mother suggested that I learn to ride a bike. I readily agreed, like an arrow leaving the string, the falcon jumped down the stairs.

When I got on the bike, I was scared. It would be terrible if I fell from it. I am timid. My mother wanted to read my mind and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just hold the car, keep your direction, and I'll protect you from behind." Looking at my mother's encouraging eyes, my confidence finally overcame my timidity. I began to learn to ride a bike with confidence again, and my mother carefully held the car behind me to prevent me from falling off it.

As soon as I got on the bus, I started swinging around like a drunk. I trembled and said to my mother, "Mom, don't let go." "Wow, mom, please, don't let go …" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

With the help of my mother, I rode back and forth again and again. A pleasant warm wind blows, so comfortable, I feel that the car is much lighter. I ride my bike happily and freely, like a bird that just learned to fly. Suddenly, I found a familiar face standing not far away and smiling at me. Ah, it's mom! "Mom …" Before I could shout it out, I gave the earth a warm hug and fell down, but I didn't feel any pain.

Many things happen, and I finally learned to ride a bike. Although I fell down again and again, I got up again and again. I never gave up the idea of learning to ride a bike, because I knew, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"

One thing in the growth of 600 words of composition (mother)

Childhood memories are like beautiful pearls, embedded in the depths of my mind forever. Inadvertently, they will emerge mischievously one by one, which will make me aftertaste for a long time.

On the road of my growth, there are joys and sorrows, difficulties and setbacks, crying and laughing, missing when I encounter difficulties, and cheering when I overcome difficulties. Along the way, accompanied by relatives, encouraged by friends and blessed by others. What impressed me most was the experience of being hospitalized in the first day of junior high school.

It was a happy day. There were white clouds floating in the sky, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the earthy smell of grass, and birds chirping on the branches, as if everything was wishing me a happy birthday. Yes, that's right. I am in a good mood today. Today is my birthday. A good mood makes everything beautiful.

On the way home, I talked to the white clouds in the sky and whispered to the flowers and trees around me. Hello, the bird flying overhead gave the most beautiful smile to everyone passing by. Suddenly there was a bang and I fell to the ground. When I woke up again, my left leg was in a thick plaster, and I was lying stiffly on the bed, sitting next to my crying mother. Her eyes were bloodshot and gaunt. "Mom, I'm thirsty," I whispered. "Okay, okay, okay, I'll get you some water right away." My mother poured me a glass of water with trembling hands, put a straw on my mouth, and kept saying, "Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it, wake up, wake up, you scared me to death." My father, who doesn't smoke, smoked one cigarette after another and paced back and forth. When my father saw that I was awake, he suddenly put out the cigarette, waved it in the air, and gently stroked my head with his hand. The same bloodshot eyes filled his father's eyes, and the same haggard was printed on his face. My nose suddenly soured and tears welled up in my eyes. "Quiet, what's the matter? Do not move. Does it hurt again? Mom will help you put it away. " "Mom, I don't hurt anymore, mom, thank you." "Silly prostitute, what are you thankful for? You are all right, better than anything. "

At that time, my mother got a call from the hospital and heard that I had a car accident. It was like a bolt from the blue. I just bought a birthday cake and threw it on the ground feebly. My father and I stumbled all the way to the hospital and waited anxiously outside the operating room. Every minute passed, and every minute was a kind of torture for them. My parents breathed a sigh of relief when I was safely pushed out of the operating room.

The next day, my mother ordered me another birthday cake. My mother wants to reissue my birthday in the hospital. Teachers and classmates also came to the hospital with gifts. Menstruation is also in the hospital, and her uncles and aunts filled the ward with balloons. I was really happy when everyone sang the birthday song together. Originally, I thought my parents didn't care about me, but only my younger brother. Originally, I thought my classmates didn't like me because I studied well and was blindly isolated. Even the teacher always leaves the opportunity to show me to others, which makes me feel depressed all the time. I feel that whatever I do is the most unpopular, even if you study well.

The contradictory struggle made me unable to cope with myself. I feel more and more lonely and neglected by my classmates and parents. I didn't find out until today that my parents still love me very much, but I just feel that I am old and pay more attention to my brother. My classmates are still very friendly to me, but my aloof and lack of communication make my classmates feel that I am out of place and out of group; The teacher still values me the most, but there are so many classmates to take care of, so you can't tell me directly, let alone the teacher knows that I am back ... At this moment, I understand a lot and I regret it. I wasted my youth on endless complaints and helplessness. Starting today, let the sunshine fill my heart, and my heart is full of sunshine. What's more, there are such a group of people around me who love me, care about me and are afraid of the dark.

There will always be people in your life who will move you, things that will make you feel better, and things that will transform you. On the first day of my life, thank you for letting me pass adolescence smoothly, letting my youth fly again and making my life more touching.