Story composition for the first grade of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that you can understand to The transformation of external language forms that is carried out, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? The following is a story composition I collected and compiled for the first grade of junior high school. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

Fifteenth night. Look at the sky and recall the past. There appeared in my mind; a phantom that I could not forget for a long time, the back figure that once made me warm and moved me...

When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I was lively and active. I am whimsical and my mind is full of strange things. Often distracted. I remember that evening, I was walking home from school. Walk, walk. He started to wander again. My mind is filled with the jokes my classmates told me today. Still smiling, I walked downstairs to the road unknowingly. At this time, I was still striding forward as if walking on the sidewalk. Didn't care at all about the cars around me. Fortunately, I was lucky, and even as far as the yellow line, no cars came over. Just as I took another step as if nothing had happened, a strong force suddenly pulled me several steps away from where I was. I was stunned...

The next second when my mind was still blank. A motorcycle flew past me at high speed. When I saw the motorcycle walking away, I finally recovered. Startled. Suddenly I saw a strong hand still holding me.

I looked back and saw an aunt. Only then did I realize that it was this aunt who caught me and prevented me from being hit by the car. "Kid, what are you thinking about? What should I do if I get hit by a car if I'm not paying attention when crossing the road?" Auntie spoke first and said with a smile to me, "Be careful next time. Come, Auntie will help you cross the road." She smiled at me again. Everyone suddenly felt so warm. Before I could say anything, my aunt used her strong and warm hands to hold me carefully across the road. When I say thank you. Auntie rejected me with her charming smile. She turned around and left without saying a word. Her charming smile, that back view, and that act of saving me are something I can never forget for a long time.

The second when Auntie’s warm and strong hand stretched out, I saw her beautiful heart. Seeing that this society is not cold, even strangers you don’t know can give you warmth that you will never forget.

The moon in the sky is so bright. How bright. Auntie's heart is as round and bright as the moon. Like this moon, it will never set in my sky. Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 2

"Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring are near." Yes, the long-awaited earth is gradually waking up... Spring is a beautiful season, All sleeping things gradually wake up, and the cold gradually disappears. The bright spring makes everything full of vitality, brings vitality to creatures that have been sleeping for a long time, and awakens long-lost vitality.

The soft spring breeze blows the green earth and ruffles the calm lake water. The sweet spring rain is as thin as a needle tip, as light as spider silk, and as soft as silk. The warm spring light is like angels full of love, urging the sleeping animals and plants to wake up quickly, awakening the innocence of children, and the children play to their heart's content in the bright spring fields. These incredible subtle movements caused countless cute little creatures to raise their curious little heads, scrambling to see the true face of Lushan in Qingchun. At this time, you will see fresh green, tender green, grass green, bright green, emerald green, and your eyeballs will be filled with green, stroking our eyes like a loving mother. I accidentally saw that the small trees had sprouted tender light green buds; some unknown grasses had also sneaked out of the ground; colorful flowers decorated the originally lifeless earth. Particularly endearing. There is a scent of early spring everywhere, it turns out that spring has come!

Spring is the season of sowing. The seeds that have been sown are rushing out of their shells. With the joy of rebirth, they straighten their thin waists and look up to the sky. All the little creatures, whether they are breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether they are slowly stretching or flowing slowly; whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season brings the spring to life. When the curtain opens, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here. The handsome little swallows return from the warm south and occasionally pass by the calm lake, and the "mirror" suddenly becomes lively! It presents a vibrant spring map, so beautiful and nostalgic! All things that sprout in spring use their own unique ways and use all their enthusiasm to compose an ode to life.

This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty. Story composition of the first grade of junior high school 3

Some people say: the first grade of junior high school is the spring of youth. I thought the friendship in the first year of junior high school was as deep as spring water.

I have been frail and sick since I was a child. I usually have a lot of homework and cannot exercise. So every Friday night, because I can rest, I often meet some "running buddies" to exercise on the playground to strengthen my physical fitness.

One day, the disease struck me again. The hard training I am doing now is just to avoid seeing it again in the near future! But it's not very serious. I thought: It's a mild illness, so it should be fine. I ran around the playground three times. I thought I was already sweating and my body felt much more relaxed. This exercise finally paid off. Unexpectedly, as soon as this hateful "black wind" blew, my back felt cold and tingling, and I had an indescribable feeling. Then I felt top-heavy and listless, and then a loud and recurring sound started playing. Sneeze, I put on my schoolbag and insisted on watching their last game. He had just won the first place. He was so happy and laughing when he saw me without saying a word. He almost squinted as he walked, and he became worried. "What's wrong?" "Nothing!" I said weakly. After he concluded that I was sick, he asked other friends to go home first. He touched my forehead and said coldly, "Be honest!" Then his face became serious, and he led me across the road. When we got to a place, he picked up my schoolbag. I knew how much Even trying to persuade him was "useless". He walked along in obedience and kept saying "please" to express his inner anxiety. I blinked hard to suppress the emotion and hold back the tears.

Unknowingly, I came home and said, "Drink more water and sleep more!" He didn't leave until he saw me walking into the unit door. I can't forget these six words, I can't forget his helpless and expectant "goodbye". I remember his name: Rui.

The story of the first grade of junior high school warmed my growth and accompanied me through confusion and towards hope. Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 4

When I am alone, I like to look through old photo albums from the past. This photo album records my joys, sorrows, and joys, and the story of my growth. Occasionally, a yellowed photo came into view. This photo attracted me, and my mind quickly recalled it.

This is a photo taken when I was in kindergarten. I should have been in small class at that time. There were 32 people inside, and I was fifth from the left in the third row. We were all too young in the photo, so the teacher had to work hard to get us all to take the photo properly.

Although everyone stood there honestly, they seemed to be doing their own thing. Some held their vests in their mouths and squinted at the upper left corner at 45 degrees; some lowered their heads and looked at their feet; some turned around and looked behind; some hugged the neck of the person going in front. Seeing such a terrible scene, the two teachers had helpless expressions on their faces. In this way, everyone completed this boring photo shoot.

In this photo, there are some that are familiar to me and some that are unfamiliar to me. We had been together for three years, and it was a wonderful time. At that time, we were both innocent, full of childlike innocence, and full of laughter. We will be flooded with spit from the teacher for talking in class; we will raise our hands to eat over and over again because of the delicious "colorful rice"; we will pretend to be parents and babies together.

Have you ever remembered? Do you remember the red crosses and smiling faces on your homework book? Do you remember the sweetness of the popsicles your grandpa bought you after school? Do you remember your innocent laughter when you were playing eagle and catching chickens? Watching Black Cat Sheriff is a tune you once hummed; do you remember it? There are still traces of your sliding on the slide; do you remember it? Kindergarten everything.

Times have changed, things and people have changed. When I set foot on the road to the kindergarten, the trees on both sides of the road had been sawed down, the houses on both sides of the road no longer existed, and the road The kindergarten at the end of the street has also become an empty house. Although the kindergarten is gone, I will still look at the road quietly with the sunset, the road I have walked for three years. Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 5

People often say: "After reading thousands of books, I feel like I am inspired to write." Some people think this is too exaggerated. What is the use of reading more books? But I don’t think so, because my first grade story is enough to prove that reading is really beneficial!

When I was in elementary school, my Chinese reading was very poor. Test scores often hover between 70-80 points. I gradually felt that Chinese was boring and boring, and I gradually became disillusioned with Chinese. From that point on I started to stop moving forward and started to slowly retreat. Gradually, with this negative mentality, I came to the gate of junior high school. I met someone who benefited me a lot - Chinese Language Teacher Wang. She is a very knowledgeable, kind and dedicated teacher.

When I came to junior high school, I found that Chinese was more difficult. During class, Teacher Wang found that I was always distracted and couldn't tell the key points when answering questions. The teacher seemed to have discovered the confusion in my heart. After class, he said to me: "Isn't Chinese boring?" I thought for a long time and said, "Yeah." Teacher Wang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Chinese is very romantic, as long as you start to love it." I recommend you to read "Journey to the West"." I nodded silently. After returning home, I didn't like reading books at first, but I was asked to read "Journey to the West", which was a bit embarrassing. I thought: "Journey to the West" is not available every day Is it shown on TV? Isn't it just "The Master and the Disciple Go to the West to Learn the Scriptures"? I have read "Journey to the West" impatiently, but I couldn't stop watching it. . The more I read, the more interesting the stories became.

I fell in love with Chinese and I fell in love with reading every night. Hesitantly spit out a lot of good words and sentences. Thank you, my teacher. Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 6

The book is a key for me. Open the door to the treasure house of knowledge. The book is a sailing boat that takes me to the other side of success.

The book is a telescope that allows me to see ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. The book is a happy bird, taking me to fly to the goddess of wisdom.

I like books. I remember one time, after lunch, my mother asked me to go to bed. Because I really wanted to read, my mother refused and confiscated all my books. When I was secretly carrying my mother on my back, I opened the book carefully, for fear that my mother would hear the sound of turning the book. After a while, my mother came. I quickly hid the book and pretended to sleep. Mom came and I quickly went to bed. "This little guy, I forgot to cover him with the quilt. It's true." My mother didn't notice that I was pretending to sleep at all.

That time my mother and I went to my grandpa’s house to play, so he left me alone at home. Before leaving, he gave me many instructions to be careful when cooking. After my parents left, I immediately washed the rice. Put it in the pot. I was very lonely when I arrived, so I chatted with my good friend Shu. Once we started talking, I couldn't help myself. I left everything in this world behind and forgot all about it. Books have become an inseparable good friend in my life. In this way, I have been addicted to the world of books. After a while, I ran into the kitchen to see what the smell was. The rice was cooked. Fortunately, I quickly closed it. Otherwise the gas would explode and I would be scared to death.

Tetsuko Kuroyanagi is one of my favorite writers. He is a famous Japanese writer, and his representative works include "Waiting for a Wind" written by him. After reading it, I feel as if I have experienced it myself. She understands children very well, and the book is also very beautiful.

I love books, and books are my good friends. "Reading thousands of volumes, writing is like a spirit." I finally realized the profound meaning of this sentence! Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 7

In our hearts, we always miss our lost youth, and occasionally we want to go back to the past and write a unique growth story.

Quadratic functions and similar graphs stimulated my wound called mathematics like alcohol. Every exam was as crucial as the battle across the river. I was caught off guard, with bright red scores one after another. Whistling through my heart without leaving a trace.

"There are still 15 minutes until the end of the exam, please make sure to seize the time." When I heard this sentence, I felt nervous again. It was almost time, but I still had two questions left. The big topic is not written, what should I do? I became more and more at a loss. There were beads of sweat on my forehead, and my bangs clung to my forehead. My trembling hands were writing faster. At this moment, my mind went blank, and my heart couldn't help but panic. All the strength in my body... It felt as if it had been pulled out, and it couldn't help being paralyzed. My hand couldn't even hold the pen steadily, and I wrote down the numbers one after another with trembling.

Suddenly, the bell rang unexpectedly. I put down my pen feebly and watched the test paper full of holes being ruthlessly taken away. The sadness in my heart was beyond words. The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, but I couldn't cry.

Not long after, the paper marked with red crosses quickly returned to my hand, and the dazzling scores seemed to mock my incompetence wantonly. Suddenly, my mother pushed the door open, saw the paper, and said only one sentence, "Are you still standing still like this, afraid to face it?" With tears in my eyes, I raised my head and looked at my mother, her eyes were firm. , as if to tell me that everyone will encounter some difficulties when growing up, and only after experiencing transformation can they grow.

I began to try my best to make up for the wasted time in the past. The empty pen refills witnessed my diligence. The papers I completed one by one recorded my seriousness and the answers to questions again and again. Experience reflects my progress, and I keep my head down and lift my spirits up little by little.

Finally, I got full marks.

Growth is destined to be an arduous process, and we will encounter some hardships along the way, but what we have to do is try our best to make our hearts stronger before we can truly grow. Story composition of the first grade of junior high school 8

I silently sighed in my heart that time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by suddenly. Huanshan stared at the photos on the table and cabinet, his eyes were dull, and he slowly walked to Zhou Gui. Standing on tiptoes, the Prime Minister held the table with one hand and took out the photo from the cabinet.

After the heavy rain, the colors of the earth have been washed away by sunny days, but the only color that has not been washed is the color of the photos. Behind each photo, there is a lot of joy and reluctant sorrow. Photos freeze a certain moment in time and let us savor the past carefully now.

After a while of writing questions at the airport, the weak but dazzling sunshine finally came. The flowers and plants in the flower bed that had just been washed by wind and rain were now full of vitality. Some of the stagnant water in the playground bottle exists in a pit of broken tiles, reflected in the golden water as sunlight hits it. The blue sky and pure white clouds show off the fresh air, and everything feels so beautiful.

I am very familiar with my alma mater, where I have lived for six years. Facing the prospect of saying goodbye to my alma mater, I still feel reluctant to leave, but no matter what, we will eventually face separation. In the afternoon, I asked for a graduation photo to bring a successful end to my primary school life.

Although we often talk about how good it is to be in junior high school or to graduate soon, in fact, each of us knows that we mean what we say. We line up in a neat line in our lives, and we no longer run after each other. But Fan Mengluo's foot is recovering. Every time he takes a step, the time we spend together is shortened. We take every step carefully and cherish it.

When our classmates stood in a row in order, the girls were squatting and crawling in front. The teachers were sitting in the seats, and they were squatting in three rows and standing in four rows with their heads held high. The photographer said, "Look at the camera." , one two three”, the faces of everyone on the button were frozen in the photo.

The students put on a forced smile and took it off, replacing it with a look of tears rolling in their eyes. However, the students all competed with each other and Xijiangtou. Sister Yang forced it. Hold back the tears and comfort the other person.

I forgot about the photos for a long time, and finally couldn’t bear to put them back. Now I am full of sadness. The photos record our innocence, cuteness and innocence at that time. Story composition of the first grade of junior high school 9

The book is a kind old man who tells us the truth of life... At night, I was reading the book with relish. Suddenly, my mother's "Hedong Lion's Roar" broke my reading of Yaxing. I saw my mother shouting: "Shi Zhe, go to bed quickly!" I hate hearing these words the most in my life. But I had no choice but to reluctantly climb into bed. In bed, I played the content of the story in my head like a movie, but it was cut off halfway through. At this time, I thought: Has Xiaobai found a home? If so, who is its owner?

My heart seems to be crawling with countless bugs, and there is a kind of power. It drove me to take the book and continue reading. I hid in the bed, held a flashlight, and continued reading according to the book. One page, two pages, I read greedily like a hungry wolf. At this time, I saw a content in the book: the big star was very mean to the sister who wore a veil, sometimes beating her and scolding her. But when reporters came, he pretended to be very nice to his eldest sister. Seeing this, I clenched my fists, frowned, and couldn't help shouting: "Why is this person like this!" As soon as I said this, I realized that I was "exposed", so I hurriedly closed the book and started to pretend. Sleeping, as I expected, my mother came in after a while. Seeing that I was still "sleeping", she muttered: Strange, I heard a sound clearly, what's going on? After saying that, she walked away. When there was no sound, I got up again, picked up the book, and continued reading in a daze. I seemed to be standing next to Xiaobai, who was trembling with fear, and became one of them. How interesting this kind of fear is!

It was late at night before I finished reading the book. In the end, I couldn't defeat the sleepiness and fell asleep... The book is my partner. The story between me and the book will never come to an end! Because it is my loyal friend. With it, my worries suddenly disappear, leaving only happiness! Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 10

Books embody the fervent hopes of mankind; books contain rich insights of mankind. In the ocean of books, I can fly freely and indulge to my heart's content. In the attic of memory, there is a thing between me and books.

I was in the second grade of elementary school at that time. During the hot summer vacation, I happily followed my mother to go shopping on the street. On the crowded street, my mother squeezed my little hand tightly, fearing that I would be swept away by the crowd.

At that time, I was a child who loved books and knew a lot of words. Passing by a bookstore, I shouted excitedly: "Mom, there is a bookstore, let's go in!" Unexpectedly, my mother said: "There are bookstores in the school, why buy on the street!" I pouted dissatisfiedly.

My mother stopped in front of a shopping mall. She fell in love with a woolen sweater, and while stroking and calculating the price, she couldn't help but let go of my hand. Being so young, I actually slipped into the street again when she wasn't paying attention. I don't know where I got the courage to go back to the bookstore I just passed by.

When I walked into the book-selling hall filled with the fragrance of ink, I was extremely happy to see a book neatly arranged on the shelf. So I threw myself into the pile of books and never looked up again.

These books are so good! To this day, I still clearly remember my heartfelt sigh and the few books I read. "Biographies of Chinese and Foreign Scientists" amazed me at the miraculous discoveries and tenacious spirit of scientists; "Five Thousand Years" also made me understand the long history and splendid culture and civilization of the motherland. At that time, I first met Einstein, and he is still the person I admire most and am determined to catch up with.

I don’t know how long it took, but a bookstore employee suddenly noticed me living in a corner, and shouted at the door: "There is a child in yellow clothes here!" I looked up at her in confusion, and As soon as I saw my mother, she ran over and hugged me tightly. "You scared me to death! It's my fault, little baby, that I won't let you read... But I found you..." Then the mother's eyes became wet.

Since then, my mother has never objected to my going to the bookstore to study. After turning over these pages of stories, my days of making friends with books have just begun. I hope that books will accompany me throughout my life, and I hope that I will never be separated from them... Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 11

It is said that the little puppet has all human expressions and has returned to the old carpenter. The old carpenter gave the little puppet a stack of banknotes and asked him to go on a trip.

The little puppet took the stack of banknotes and bought a beautiful little backpack. When he opened it, he saw, oh, this is incredible! There was a little witch with a blue nose trapped in a bottle. Without thinking, the little puppet broke the bottle and rescued the little witch with a blue nose. The little blue-nosed witch said: Thank you for saving me. I will give you three wishes as a thank you, okay? good! The little puppet shouted excitedly.

How to use wishes? The little puppet had an idea: I want to go to the puppet kingdom! After saying that, the little puppet came to a strange place. The people here were all puppets. They could not cry or laugh. The little puppet felt extremely bored. If they had all the expressions, they would be like ordinary people. Same, how great that would be! The little puppet made a second wish. At this time, all the puppets jumped around the little puppet. The little puppet was thinking, what should the third wish be used for?

This is, a red rain falls strangely from the sky. The puppets all change. The puppets move like snails. It turns out that this is a plague, and the virus spreads from the red rain. The little puppet thought: Will the puppets be able to do it? The little puppet said without thinking: I want to say that all the little puppets are back to health. As soon as the little puppet finished speaking, the puppets returned to their original appearance. All three wishes have been used up, and now there is no wish for the little puppet to use. After the little puppet lived here for a few months, the puppets recognized the contribution of the little puppet to the puppet kingdom. The puppets recommended it to be the king. From then on, The little puppet and the puppet lived a happy life together. Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 12

One day, the old monk asked the young monk to go down the mountain to buy rice. On the way back, the young monk accidentally lost the remaining two coins. Suddenly, the little monk was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, carrying dozens of kilograms of rice on his back and searching back and forth along the way he came. As a result, nothing was found.

The young monk returned to the temple with a depressed expression. When the old monk saw the young monk coming back so late, he asked what happened. The young monk told the truth and promised the old monk repeatedly that he would find the lost coin at dawn tomorrow. When the old monk heard this, he immediately waved his hand and said, "You don't have to look for it. It's in our merit box." The young monk was puzzled and asked for the reason.

The old monk said: "Most of the pedestrians from the market to the temple are pilgrims. If you lose two coins, they must pick them up. These donors are dedicated to the Buddha and will not be greedy for a small profit of two yuan. Pick up. After picking it up, I will donate it to the merit box."

When the little monk heard this, he suddenly felt enlightened and a stone fell from his heart.

We can imagine that the possibility of the two lost coins of the young monk entering the merit box is actually very slim. But the words of the old monk told us a profound and sincere truth: put down the burden of your thoughts, don’t work in vain for things that are lost and can’t be found, let alone be tired of them. Therefore, we must not accumulate unpleasant feelings in our hearts. Let us do a general cleaning of our souls, throw away all the heavy things, pack lightly, and welcome every day with a relaxed mood.

This article uses children’s words to tell “The Story of the Little Monk and the Merit Box”. The language expression is clear and fluent, and the character descriptions are vivid. After reading, it can give people a beautiful feeling, arouse readers' thinking, and arouse readers' interest in reading. Story composition of the first grade of junior high school 13

I just entered the first grade of junior high school and embarked on a new path. The hard work that persists every day gradually merges into a series of ladders. As for the fairy who leads the way, who else can be besides Ban? It looks even more beautiful.

The first time I met the class teacher, he was so kind and seemed so comfortable, with no nervousness at all. The head teacher always smiles like a beautiful flower in bloom. I remember that two months ago I was still worried about the unfamiliar junior high school life. On the day of the report, I walked into the classroom and saw the kind smile of the class teacher, which was a good sign for the beginning of this journey. I remember that when I was in the first grade of junior high school, the tasks were very complicated and there were various activities. Every teacher worked hard and worked hard like a bee. They have poured into us their years of experience without reservation. The monthly exam is about to take place. We are all weak and sick recruits who have learned very hard, and they have the character of being strong and strong. Come on, be unyielding. We are scratching our heads. There are always a bunch of ants on the pot, but they are so united and helping each other.

In one class, we were working hard on our homework. At this time, the head teacher came and said in my ear: "The results will never let you down. You who try your best, come on, and make it a success in the first grade of junior high school." After this battle is fought, there will be no regrets." This sentence is like the clear and sweet spring water, flowing straight into my already anxious heart, like a pile of charcoal fire sent in the snowy winter, bringing my heart to the place where it is. In the safe that is full of hope, this pure and transparent soul is fixed in this beautiful moment, as if everything has become so delicate, pulling back my unsatisfactory mentality. Therefore, I am determined to learn at this time. When I returned home, I wanted to play too much but was left far away, immersing me in the wonderland of learning. During the monthly exam, although I failed to get the top spot in the huge crowd, compared with my primary school results, I was slightly optimistic. . All of this is just because of that motto of my life.

I am filled with joy as I write about this legendary journey in the first year of junior high school! Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 14

In "The Little Match Girl", the little girl's grandmother once told her that every time a person dies, a star will fall from the sky.

In the dense starry sky, there was a star that fell and made me grow up.

I will never forget that evening. The light in the living room was always on. My father went out after returning home, then came back after going out, until late at night.

After getting up in the morning, there was no loving advice from my mother and fried eggs prepared on time, only my father's low words: "You will no longer have a grandma..."

On the day of my grandma's funeral, I knew clearly I remember that at around four o'clock in the morning, a cry came from outside the funeral shed, which broke everyone's heart. I walked out of the funeral shed and walked to my grandfather with a few brothers and sisters. Grandpa squatted on the ground, leaning against the cold stone, and told grandma the benefits. I shed tears like rain, and every drop was the memory of my grandma.

The funeral began. I knelt in front of the portrait, tears rolling down my face. On the way to see me off, the band walked slowly in front, and the low and sad notes not only lingered in my ears, but also floated into my heart. The legs were raised and lowered mechanically, and the feet seemed to be stepping on clouds - the white messengers connecting the world and heaven.

A spade of loess flipped in the air and landed on the redwood... I slumped on the ground helplessly.

Life is just a matter of opening and closing your eyes. That day, I truly realized the preciousness of life.

Therefore, from now on I will no longer say to myself: "It's okay, I'm still young! I still have a long way to go!" Nor will I ignore my parents' concern and say to them: "Don't worry about it. "I can't die!" From now on, I will cherish everything around me, love life, and respect life.

I grew up in the wheat field in the rain... Story composition for the first grade of junior high school 15

There is a photo in front of my desk. Don’t underestimate it. , that was my brave testimony.

Last summer vacation, my parents took my friend Xiao Ming and me to Guangzhou Chimelong Ocean Park. As soon as I entered the door, I could see the roller coaster whizzing past my head, and bursts of screams passed quickly by my ears. I am usually not afraid of anything but riding this roller coaster. I am not willing to play such a dangerous game.

However, my father bought two tickets for Xiao Ming and me without my permission. I know that he wants to exercise my courage, but this is too difficult, right? But Xiao Ming was standing nearby, so he didn't want to lose face. So, I pretended to be dizzy and lay aside. It was time to get on the bus. Xiao Ming sat on it happily and waved to me, but I kept hesitating. "You don't dare to sit down, right?" These words touched a painful spot in my heart. Xiao Ming is a quick talker, and all my friends will know it within a short time. I can’t lose face no matter what I lose, otherwise how will I be able to get along in my circle of friends in the future? What are you afraid of? It only takes a few minutes, isn’t it just a circle? So, I gritted my teeth and sat next to Xiao Ming.

The roller coaster started to start, and the speed gradually increased, and I faintly heard the "whirring" sound of the wind. Suddenly, the roller coaster quickly rushed to the top of the loop, and then dived down again. In just a few seconds, my little heart almost jumped out of my chest. This was repeated several times, and I screamed along with the others. Sitting in the car, I felt like I was about to fly out. I clasped my hands tightly, not daring to relax at all.

The car finally stopped, and I was stunned in my seat for a while before I came back to my senses. After getting off the bus, I felt a little weak in my legs, but luckily, I finally got over it. Looking at Xiao Ming again, he was not much better, his face was pale, and I couldn't help laughing. At this moment, my mother pressed the shutter and recorded this moment.

This is the story behind that photo.