This is a successful attempt.

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This is a successful attempt. 1 Open that thick notebook with a hilarious title page, which records my successful attempt.

I was only a freshman at that time. I remember that it was a weekend, my parents were out to work, and I was watching the funny version of Journey to the West alone. Suddenly, the TV said, "This Xiantao has to be tempered for 9981 days and then soaked in ice water for 9981 days before it can become an elixir. Eating it can live forever and cure all diseases. " Hearing this, I was very moved, so I tried to make an "elixir".

I took out a raw peanut and turned on the gas stove. Putting peanuts into the fire at the speed of "100-meter sprint", I can't wait for "998 1 day". After waiting for nearly ten minutes, I carefully turned off the gas and went to get it at once. However, unexpectedly, the peanuts were so hot that I almost burned my hand. So I "played along" and picked up a clip to hold peanuts. Looking at that black peanut, I am puzzled. I remember that "Xiantao" won't turn black when baked. I pondered for a few minutes and thought, "Who cares? After experiencing the fire, I have to understand the baptism of ice water. " I put a black peanut in the refrigerator as I thought.

Alas, poor people, poor "Tianya reduced people"! One day, two days passed, that is, about 49 hours and 60 minutes later, fresh burnt peanuts came out! I immediately took out the burnt peanuts and put them in my mouth and looked at them in black and white. Ah, it's so cold! After a while, it became brittle and bitter. "The elixir of life is just different," I thought. "Now, I can live a long life."

This is really a successful attempt and unforgettable.

This is a successful attempt. One day in the summer vacation, my parents were at home. They usually worked very hard, so I decided to cook them a dish and let them have a rest.

The first fried shredded potato begins! Although I have made scrambled eggs with tomatoes before, I have never made shredded potatoes. I came to the kitchen, washed the potatoes, scraped off the skin, and carefully picked up the kitchen knife to prepare for cutting! When my mother saw me, she was shocked and shouted, "Put the kitchen knife aside and be careful not to cut your hand!" " "I moved very slowly and the potatoes were cut into pieces. Then I hold the potato pieces tightly with my hands, and then I slowly cut them into uneven silk. Haha, I can't laugh and cry when I look at this thick silk.

The shredded potatoes are ready, and then you can cook. I stir-fried the vegetables at random, and the unknown big bottles and small bottles of seasoning made me confused. I looked at the scratches in the pot. Then it suddenly occurred to me whether it would look better with shredded green peppers. So, I went to wash the green pepper again. I followed my mother's example, pressed it and cut it into strips. As soon as I put it in the pot, I smelled the smell of choking my nose. I sneezed several times at once, and I felt a little proud when I looked at the skipping potato shreds and green peppers in the pot. That's it. I cook. In a few minutes, the shredded potatoes turned golden yellow, and each shredded potato was covered with oil. I also put two garlic cloves, hehe! I'm sure it will taste delicious.

I'm going to cook, and I have to ask my mother for help this time, because I can't lift the pot. Haha, I feel flattered to carry the fruits of my labor, although it tastes a little salty and black! Ha ha! But it's still good, because I was encouraged by my parents!

This time I tried to stimulate my interest in cooking and got a lot of cooking details. I will try more interesting meals and do more housework in the future!

This is a successful attempt. Try to be like a colorful rainbow. Yes, how can you see a beautiful rainbow without the test of ups and downs? Yes, it was a successful attempt.

At that time, my mother said to me, "You have grown up. It's time to sleep by yourself." Hearing this, I jumped three feet for joy.

After turning off the lights at night, the room was dark and there were no fingers. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. At this moment, my heart is like fifteen buckets of water-up and down, the whistling wind and the rustling of leaves, much like the plot in a ghost story. I have been playing drums in my heart, which makes me think: a long hair. Eating me alive in one bite ... I was so scared that I curled up and buried my head in the quilt. I can't help shivering. The beautiful pattern on the swaying curtain, in my opinion, is the devil's ferocious smiling face, and my heartbeat echoes in the room. I feel like holding a rabbit-my heart is pounding and my hands are sweating. I don't know what to do. But after a while, I was soaked to the skin. At this moment, I remembered what my mother said to me: "There are no ghosts in the world, but there are ghosts in your heart." I slowly put my head out of bed, but after a while, I fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun shone on my face, and Grandpa Sun smiled at me. I shouted: "I finally succeeded, I finally defeated the darkness, I finally defeated the difficulties, and I am no longer afraid." I really want the whole world to understand this exciting mentality. "

I've learned: Do everything bravely and overcome difficulties and darkness. An "attempt" is like a footprint, printed on the road of our growth.

This is a successful attempt. Time flies, six years of study and life is coming to an end. In these six years, I have both success and failure. What I remember best is that. ...

One day in summer vacation. I concentrate on reading at home. Suddenly, I was attracted by a question in the book: how can I keep an egg from breaking? I was surprised to see this problem. Eggs will break when touched lightly, but they will not break when falling from the sky. How is that possible? Although I think so in my heart, I still want to try.

I found an egg and climbed onto the balcony. As soon as I released my hand, the egg fell out of my hand. There was a bang, and the egg blossomed. I was unwilling and took another egg. This time, I don't want to be as reckless as I was just now. I think: if the egg is not broken, it's better to wrap it in something. I saw a piece of cloth, wrapped the eggs in the cloth, tied them tightly, came to the balcony and threw them down. I didn't hear the sound of "pa" this time. I think it is a success. The egg is definitely not broken. When I went downstairs, I untied the rope tied to the cloth. To my disappointment, the egg in the cloth bag was still broken, and the egg white and yolk spilled all over the floor. Two unsuccessful attempts, I don't believe this evil! I picked up the egg for the third time. This time, I found a thick sponge, wrapped it tightly on the egg and carefully threw it out. After the eggs landed, I couldn't wait to run downstairs and gently open the sponge. Ah, a complete egg appeared in front of my eyes at the moment. I shouted happily: "Yeah! I made it! I succeeded! " I tasted the joy of success.

After this experiment, I understand that only by making bold attempts can I succeed.

This is a successful attempt. I take a walk at home. I went into the room, picked up my mother's cell phone and turned it on. A picture suddenly appeared on it. There is an ordinary biscuit on the picture, but it is this biscuit that reminds me of countless good memories.

When class is over, I'm going to play. Suddenly, my classmate Xiaoyu rushed over and said proudly, "Look, this is my own biscuit!" " "I took a look, wow, there is a beautiful arc on the biscuit, just like a beautiful white cloud. I tasted it and it was really delicious! I feel relaxed all over, as if I were going to fly. I am envious and want to make delicious cookies like her.

A few days later, my mother and I were making cookies at home. First, my mother took out a bag full of cream. My mother squeezed and twisted like a flowing stream, and a perfect cookie appeared. As for me, I can't always squeeze well. One minute, a horn came out, another banana came out, and another time, I even squeezed out a pig, feeling very lost. At this moment, he stood in front of me like a mountain. It was so high and fighting that I was scared. Fortunately, my mother always encouraged me: "Come on, you are only one step away from success!" " "Finally, with my continuous efforts, I finally squeezed out a normal biscuit. I can't believe my eyes. " Great, I made it! ""I am dancing happily. I put them in the oven carefully, and the oven began to work, like a big fireball, constantly glowing and heating, and soon the cookies were baked. I have tasted it. It's not great, but I bought it by labor, so it's the sweetest cookie.

As the saying goes: Hard work pays off. I tasted the taste of success and the sweetness of luck. I am very happy! This is really an unforgettable and interesting attempt for me!

This is a successful attempt. Everyone has tried, some are successful, some are unsuccessful, and some are half successful and half unsuccessful. Everyone has successes and failures. Let me talk about my successful attempt!

My attempt is about cooking. I've seen how chefs cook, and sometimes flames come out. The fire went out when the cook put the lid on without panic. I thought, the chef is so good, I'll try it when I get home.

When I got home, I turned on the gas stove, and the flame suddenly jumped out and began to dance its looming body. I took three steps back in horror. I thought to myself: if I am afraid of fire, how can I cook well? So I started to get close to the flame. Finally, I overcame my fear of fire and put oil in the pot. As soon as the oil entered the pot, it started like an annual party, singing "Sting, Sting …" and slapping their soft little bodies. I had to bite the bullet and interrupt their party. After a while, I put the eggs and tomatoes in, but just then, an unruly little flame came out. What a challenge it was for me as a beginner at that time! I don't know when it will stop when I watch the small flame devouring the dishes in the pot. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I used my quick wits to look at the pot cover, and it suddenly occurred to me to cover it with the pot cover. From the beginning, I covered the lid. Just in case, I turned off the gas stove. When I opened the lid, I found that the fire was out. I continued to finish my work-scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I tasted it, and it was ok. I proudly invited my family to taste it and agreed that it was ok and praised my success.

After this cooking, I understand a truth: one thing can never be done perfectly at once, but every time I take it seriously, I will gradually get a little perfection, and finally I can do it well.

This is a successful attempt. In life, you will have all kinds of attempts, and you may succeed or fail. In any case, you will gain experience, learn new truths and gain different feelings from these attempts.

I can't remember what grade it is. At that time, the science teacher gave us an assignment: according to the method in the textbook, let mung beans germinate and transplant them into the soil. When I got home, I planted mung beans with great interest. First, I dug out a disposable paper cup, then took out two pieces of paper, soaked them in water and spread them on the bottom of the cup. Then, our "protagonist"-mung bean appeared. I carefully put a few carefully selected mung beans on the paper, and finally spread a layer of wet tissue on it. Ha, my "mung bean baby" will have a new home! I put the paper cup on the balcony and looked forward to the next day.

When the next day arrived, I rushed to the Chaoyang platform, but the reality made me disappointed: the "mung bean babies" did not "break out of the paper" as I expected, and still fell asleep in the arms of the "paper mother" without any signs of awakening. In desperation, I had to leave the balcony in disappointment.

On the third and fourth days ... although I took care of mung beans carefully, they still showed no signs of sprouting, which made my heart mixed with disappointment, confusion, sadness and irritability. ...

The turning point occurred on the sixth day. On that day, I still went to take care of my "mung bean baby", but there was no hope in my heart. After watering, I accidentally glanced at the layer of paper towels and suddenly found a little green in the middle of the paper towels. This green color is like a bud when heavy snow melts, giving people new hope. I looked at it carefully. Ah, two mung beans have sprouted! I jumped three feet happily and shouted, "I made it!" " I made it! "Then, record the differences before and after mung bean germination, and this task is successfully completed.

This attempt not only made me successful, but also made me understand that only persistence can succeed. It's killing two birds with one stone!

This is a successful attempt. I still remember when I was seven years old, I hurt my leg because I learned to ride a bike, and I couldn't walk for several days. Therefore, I have never touched a bicycle since then, and there are still lingering shadows in my heart.

One day this summer, my mother suddenly said to me, "Toto, you will be in the fourth grade when you start school. Older people can go to school by bike. " So, I bought you a new bike. Let's learn to ride a bike from today. ""no, I won't. Don't you remember that I hurt my leg a few years ago? "I heard my mother say in horror. My mother looked at me with fear and deliberately stimulated me and said, "Look at my neighbor's little sister, younger than you. You are not ashamed of failure. "And your classmates can ride together. In case one day a classmate goes out for an outing by bike and everyone else rides, you can run behind alone. " After listening to my mother's words, my face turned red and my hand tugged at my skirt. My mother saw me and deliberately said, "What a coward! I am sorry for you. " After listening to my mother's words, I ran to a bicycle that was snatched from my mother's hand, got on it and was ready to pedal away. Before I could sit down, I fell to the ground with a bang. My mother came over and asked me where I fell. I deliberately ignored her with tears in my eyes. Then go on. Under the demonstration and explanation of my mother again and again, I fell down again and again and stood up, sulking with tears, and finally learned to ride a bike.

From then on, I was like an addict. Whenever I am free, I always push my bike out for a few laps. Seeing others walking far behind me, I don't want to mention how happy I am.

In the future study and life, I will experience countless failures and setbacks. I must dare to try, persevere and take every brilliant step like learning a bicycle.

This is a successful composition attempt. This afternoon, I specially invited the principals and teachers of Wangtai Middle School who have successfully carried out the curriculum reform to give a lecture, which shows the determination and strength of the school's curriculum reform. I have been thinking about how to improve my classroom, because there are indeed some students (although few) who can't attend classes, even sleep, and can't read books casually. I am very distressed, and I only use hard punishment to stop it every time.

Remembering a sentence, Rousseau said that the art of education is to make students like what you teach. It is difficult to make students like it, but it is quite simple not to hate it. It is very important to arouse students' enthusiasm. It can be said that I have been trying different methods, but there will always be some students who don't learn, and I am still very upset.

Today, when I was listening to the lecture, I was thinking about what I should do and learn from Wangtai 666, but I couldn't move all of them here, because high school and junior high school are different after all, especially in the depth of teaching. In the evening, my two self-study classes are usually done by students first, and then I will speak, so I thought, why can't I trust students and let them speak? I will try my best to let each group discuss a topic, and send a representative to talk in ten minutes. Here, in order to avoid the active participation of uninterested students, I especially emphasize that the group leader is not allowed to talk, and the same person cannot talk all the time. The effect is really good. To sum up, most of them are students who don't like studying at ordinary times. Some of them have good expressive ability and some have strong logical thinking ability. I will praise them as long as they have advantages. I firmly believe that good students are boastful.

I think this method is very good, even boring classes will be mobilized. However, any teaching model has a premise. For example, a demonstration class must be prepared before class, and everyone must do it before class, otherwise others will say that it is still foggy. Also, other people may not hear what a group is saying, so I will "scare" them and find someone to repeat what others say at any time, so that everyone will listen carefully.

This is a successful attempt. 10 trying is the only way to grow up. I like playing the piano in a successful attempt.

I began to learn piano in grade one, and in grade four, the piano teacher suggested that I take the exam. This is undoubtedly a great challenge for me, who has never passed TEM-8, and I have already passed TEM-8. The music of Band 8 is really difficult. This is more difficult than any music I have ever played. The more you fight, the less confident you are, and the more you lose. Finally, I gave up. I hate the piano. I don't think I can play well. My family encouraged me again and again and told me: give it a try! Give it a try! Yeah, how do you know if you don't try? So I held on to the day of the exam with the idea of giving it a try.

"Hoo, hoo" I took a few deep breaths and silently thought: Try it, just try it. I posed and began to play. My fingers danced lightly on the black and white piano keys, and beautiful music kept echoing in my ears. I was deeply intoxicated by the wonderful piano sound and felt my hand pulling. I seem to forget that I am taking an exam. It seems that I am performing on the stage and the judges are the audience. I glanced at the judges out of the corner of my eye. The judges sat in the chairs, smiling with satisfaction, and their eyes showed appreciation. I suddenly relaxed a lot and felt very happy. At that moment, I even forgot that I was trying. One song, one song, one song, three songs, played under my relaxation. The judges smiled and handed me the report card, which read "excellent" greatly. Great, I'm very happy.

Since then, I have a good impression on the piano again. I no longer hate the piano, but like it. I enjoy playing the piano every time because of this successful attempt.

Since then, I have tried many things, including successes and failures, but in any case, I can gain growth experience from trying. There are attempts everywhere in life. Only if you try can you succeed. You must always keep an attitude of trying to grow. In this way, every attempt is successful!

Writing the composition 1 1 is a successful attempt. Up to now, I still remember getting a haircut alone three years ago.

That morning, I got up as usual to brush my teeth and wash my face. Suddenly I found that my hair was long, so I wanted to get a haircut myself. Thought of here, even I was shocked by this bold decision. Can I do that?

I finally announced the decision to my parents. Mom shook her head: "No, I'll go with you. You are only seven years old, and the barber shop is across the street. There are many cars on this road, which is very dangerous. Let's go together. " Dad expressed a completely different view: "Son, you are seven years old. You are a little man. It's time to go by yourself." I immediately echoed: "Dad, I listen to you, I can do it." Under the offensive of my father and me, my mother finally surrendered.

I left home and walked into the street. I stopped at the roadside. There are too many cars, and there is a constant stream. I'm going back now. No, I must go there. I walked nervously, slowly chanting "Look at the left first, then look at the right". I memorized the formula my mother taught me to cross the road and finally solved the problem.

When I crossed the street, I thought: Will those shop assistants receive me? They won't despise me, will they? What kind of hairstyle do I want?

When I got to the barber shop, I stopped to wait for someone to receive me. But everyone is very busy, shuttling around me, and no one seems to find me. I finally got up the courage and walked to the front desk. I said to my aunt at the front desk, "I want a haircut." But the voice was so low that no one spoke to me. I really want to run home at this time, but on second thought, this is my own decision, and I must not give up. I went to see my aunt again and said to her loudly, "Aunt, I want a haircut. Can you arrange it for me? " My aunt looked at me and said without thinking, "Of course. Little friend, did you come by yourself? Very brave. I'll help you find a barber. "

After cutting my hair, I feel that I have really grown up and acted like a man. I think this is really a successful attempt.

This is a successful attempt. 12 in this year's sports meeting, I was finally elected as a man's 400-meter runner by my teacher. I have been practicing running hard at home these days, just to shine in this sports meeting and win glory for my class.

Every Saturday morning, I go downstairs early for a run and don't come back until I have dinner. These days, my running speed and endurance have obviously improved. I used to be like a lazy bear and didn't want to go out for a walk all day. But these days, I am like a busy bee, and I can compete with the antelope in speed and physical fitness. Now I am a far cry from what I used to be.

This is the game last Saturday afternoon. I was running downstairs in the company, and everything was as usual, but at this time, a stone the size of an egg tripped me. I fell straight down. I struggled to get up and my hand was broken. I pulled up my trouser leg and found that my knee was bleeding. I limped home, holding the wall.

After dealing with the wound briefly, I lay in bed and looked out of the window. There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. Birds fly freely in the sky. The wind blows through the Woods and makes a rustling sound. In such a beautiful time, I can only lie in bed and can't enjoy the beautiful scenery outside.

Finally, on the day of the game, my injury healed. My heart is pounding with nervousness. It's finally my turn to play. I'm on the third runway. I clenched my fist and stepped on the ground with one foot. With a gunshot, we flew up and rushed forward like an arrow. The students shouted for me on the track: "Come on! Come on! " Hearing the encouragement of my classmates, my confidence increased greatly, and I ran harder. Finally, at the last sprint, I gritted my teeth and went all out to the finish line. Finally, I won the third place. When I crossed the finish line, my feet were too tired to lift. I was panting and very happy.

In this sports meeting, the teacher praised me, and I jumped three feet high with joy. This is the first time I have tasted the feeling of winning glory for my class. I am very proud!

This is a successful attempt. 13 In this long journey of life, everyone tries to do something for the first time. As everyone knows, everyone tries to get different results. Even if it is successful, the way of success is different. Today, I also talk to you about my first attempt! At that time, one day in the summer vacation, my mother came to my grandmother's house. My father said he would take care of me, but the company stood me up for a temporary report and left me alone at home. "Ding, ding, ding ..." With the sound of the clock, it reminds me of the worm in my stomach.

I can't help it. Today's lunch can only be solved by myself. "Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised eggplant junior high school, fish-flavored shredded pork ..." All kinds of delicious food floated in my mind, but it was hard to dry. When I turned around, I saw a "good product" and suddenly remembered this idea. Next, I started a "war" with sweet potatoes. After thinking about it, how should I bake sweet potatoes? According to the basic theory, it should be cut into small pieces, which will cook faster! Take out the knife. It's my first time to use it, and it feels particularly heavy. Chop hard, suddenly feel that it is not so difficult, and constantly improve the speed. "Ah-"The blade came to my finger, and I held my finger until tears fell, but there was no one at home, so I had to bite the bullet and stop the bleeding myself.

I gave up this idea in the whole process here, but the worm in my stomach didn't obey, but it made me more energetic, so I just started the "battle" again. After cutting the sweet potato, I spread it out and put it in the electric oven. I waited for 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, as if I had taken it out several times, but I was not familiar with it. An hour later, I finally couldn't wait, turned on the electric oven and began to eat a piece. This hunger made me forget to burn. Alas, my hand was burned in a big bag again. In the end, the sweet potato has become normal temperature. If you eat sweet potato and look at the injury on your hand, it will not hurt so much, and the bugs in your stomach will rest in peace.

Failure is the mother of success, and we can only succeed if we keep trying.

Writing 14, let us change ourselves and break through life, is a successful attempt; Try, let us become brave and innovate our lives.

Today is Friday. In the evening, my mother said to me, "Daughter, if you can do something that makes me satisfied tomorrow morning, I will go to the park with you in the afternoon." As soon as I heard that I wanted to play, I couldn't help saying yes. The next day, my mother went to work early, and I woke up. I suddenly remembered what my mother said last night and sat up at once. Only then did I worry about what to do. I thought about it, yes, I wanted to cook a dish for my mother, so I quickly finished washing, took the money and went downstairs to the food market. When I arrived at the food market and saw so many dishes, I began to worry again. What kind of food should satisfy mom? I looked left and right, and suddenly, a bunch of red tomatoes came into view. Yes, I'm going to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. My mother hasn't eaten them for a long time.

When I got home, I first took out my mobile phone, opened "Du Niang", entered scrambled eggs with tomatoes, opened it, and watched it carefully over and over again. I prepared all the ingredients according to the method that Du Niang taught me: onion was washed, cut into small pieces of about 1 cm, tomatoes were crossed with a knife, boiled in boiling water for 5 minutes, peeled, and cut into hob pieces of about 3 cm square ... Everything was ready, so I went to do my homework, and when my mother was about to get off work, I began to work. I first heat the pan according to Du Niang's instructions, pour the oil, slowly pour in the stirred egg liquid, turn it slightly with a spatula to make the eggs agglomerate, shovel it out and put it on the plate; Add oil, heat, pour in tomatoes, stir fry, add sugar, stir fry; Pour in the eggs, stir fry for a while, add a little salt and serve. Looking at the bright colors on the plate and smelling the delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes, I was flattered.

Just in time, my mother came back. As soon as I entered the door, my mother said, what does my daughter cook delicious? It smells good! I quickly took chopsticks and let her taste them. My mother took a bite and repeatedly said, "It's delicious, it's delicious. Our daughter has grown up, and my mother will accompany you to the park this afternoon. " I can't wait to take a bite, and it's really sour and sweet, just like mom's!

This is really a successful attempt!

This is a successful attempt. One day, my mother took me to Samuel's Pizza Shop on Ear Street for pizza. Walking on the way home, I had a whim; "Mom, didn't our family buy an oven recently? Maybe we can make our own pizza at home! " Mom listened and smiled: "OK, I will study how to make pizza these days!" " "

My mother came home from work the next day with a bag in her hand. I asked, "Mom, what is this?" Mom said, "This is the cheese for pizza, the kind that can be pulled for a long time." I cried; "That's great! Shall we start now? " "Of course." Mom said with a smile.

So we first made a crust with flour and water and put it aside. Mother took out the spoon, put a little oil on the crust of the cake, and found the meat slices and put them evenly on it. Then she put the pizza in the oven and said to me; "It's up to you next!" I confidently "hmm" and thought: I must try my best!

Ten minutes later, I took out the pizza in the oven, found a potato and a tomato, carefully took out a fruit knife and cut it, and my mother kept reminding me; "Be careful, don't cut your hand." "You cut your hand easily like this, don't you know?" "You cut too thick. How can I eat it? "

I finally cut potatoes and tomatoes and put them on the crust. I ran to the refrigerator, took cheese and ketchup, and sprinkled it on it. I put more cheese on purpose when I sprinkled it. Anyway, I have more and less at home, so it should be nothing.

Finally, it's done. I put the pizza in the oven and bake it for another ten minutes. After baking, I couldn't wait to pick up a fork and put a potato in my mouth. "It's delicious!" I can't help shouting.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Mom ate it and said, "Make another one next time!" " "

I jumped three feet and said, "Yes!"