One thing I can't forget about composition

In everyone's life experience, there are bound to be many lingering memories. Today, I'll talk to you about the one thing I can't forget!

I remember when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bike. One day, I went out by bike alone.

I am riding my bike leisurely on the path along the river alone. I am dual-minded, swishing milk with my left hand and controlling the direction of my bike with my right hand. Suddenly, the bike hit a stone, and my hand trembled, and the bike deviated to the direction of the river as if it were against me. Just as I was riding in a hurry, my bike immediately slipped to the bottom of the river involuntarily. The thrilling moment came, and I threw away the milk box in amazement. But it is because of my hard work and the inertia of the bicycle that the bicycle falls more quickly. I immediately did both, dropped my feet and stepped on the ground. On the other hand, I tried my best to pull the brakes, hoping to slow down, but I was already scared out of my wits, and even the brakes seemed to have lost their spirits. It was the same, and I didn't slow down at all. I heard a plop, and I even planted my car in the river. Fortunately, God helped me. The river was covered with reeds 3 inches away from the water surface, and I heard a series of blisters. My head was immersed in the river, and the carbon dioxide I breathed out was still on the water surface. Suddenly, my head came out of the water again. It turned out that the reed pole bounced my head out. Finally, I saved the day, so I tried to climb ashore, but I just grabbed a grass, and this poor grass was uprooted by me. After repeated attempts, I still couldn't get away, so I desperately shouted "Help".

Time is running out, but I haven't seen a figure all the time. I suddenly felt cold and scared ... A few minutes passed, and my neighbor, Uncle Li, came before me like a goddess of mercy who helped the poor. He first reached out and pulled me to the shore through the soaked clothes, and then fished out the bike with a strong bamboo pole. I stood aside and couldn't help but whisper, "There are still many good people in the world!"

well, my experience is exciting enough! To this day, I still remember the scene vividly.

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It's a quiet morning, but summer has come, after all, there are some troubles.

just then, the mosquitoes set out together.

they started to give me a vaccination first, and it took effect immediately, and a thick bag was born. They attacked in groups, stabbing me left and right. I'm an adult, regardless of villains, and I'm not as knowledgeable as them. I put the quilt on my head, but the mosquitoes didn't dare to give up and flew into the quilt. This is a really annoying group of mosquitoes.

they make me angry, and the tiger doesn't lose his temper. He thinks I'm a sick cat. I immediately ran to my mother's room "knock knock." Mom came out at once, followed me to the room, told me to lie down, helped me to cover the quilt, and said, "Mosquito, mom will help you fight." I closed my eyes and heard my mother say; "It's so dark!" I can't bear to see you work so hard.

Mom took out the brighter desk lamp, which was divided into two light bulbs, and the connection of the lamp was not good. Mother pressed the left light, and the left light came on, but the right one didn't. Mother pressed the light on the right again, and the light on the right came on, and the light on the left dimmed again. Mother pressed down the lights on both sides, and the two sides lit up again. Mother went on playing beautiful music.

In this way, my mother accompanied me for an early morning, an early morning with maternal love; A warm morning; A musical morning ...

One thing I can't forget

"People can't buy back 1 million taels of gold without honesty!" This sentence of mother often haunts my ears, reminding me of a past event.

I remember that it was a weekend when I was nine years old. I was at home alone, and after finishing my homework, I remembered a strange thing my father brought back from Henan-a small teapot. This teapot is very valuable, and my father never takes it out easily. I often wonder: Is it the purple teapot mentioned on TV, which will make you live forever? Curiosity compelled me to find it. It's the most precious thing! I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find it. After half an hour of "heroic fighting", I finally found it on the top shelf of the bookcase. I carefully picked up the small teapot and watched it carefully. This teapot is so exquisite! It's only the size of a big apple. There are beautiful patterns on the ceramics of the teapot: a pink lotus flower has more than a dozen petals, and the lotus petals are all red in white, like children's faces. How lovely. The lines of pink Suu silk are neatly arranged on the petals. In the middle of the petals is an immature little lotus, which is still wearing a yellow "grass skirt"!

I quickly grabbed some tea leaves, put them in the teapot, and then poured boiling water into the teapot. Wow! It smells good. It goes straight into your nose. I can't wait to taste it. But as soon as I stretched out my hand, my hand shook involuntarily. Bang! The teapot fell to the ground. The beautiful teapot broke into pieces. The tiles were lying on the ground in pieces. I couldn't help being stunned and panicked for a moment. Looking at the wall clock on the wall, it's time to get off work and mom will come back. It was late, but it was soon. I picked up a broom and swept the broken porcelain under the bed.

"cheep-"the security door opened and mom came in. My heart seems to be carrying a lively little rabbit-"drumming" straight jump. But I pretended to be calm and went to the door to meet my mother. When my mother came in, she handed me a plastic bag and said, "This is for you." I took it happily, but I was very timid. In order to cover up the inner panic, I deliberately approached my mother. To distract mom.

three days passed like this, but I was surrounded by fear all the time, and my heart was like fifteen buckets to draw water-so anxious. In the ideological and moral class, the teacher asked us to read the article "Honesty is more expensive than jewelry". After reading it, I deeply felt that I was all wet. The more I read it, the more I blush. Looking at the red scarf on her chest, she seemed to point at my nose and criticize me: You are not a real young pioneer! Young pioneers should be honest! Later, when I got home, I finally bravely told my mother about it and sincerely apologized. My mother said to me, "son, in fact, my mother found out long ago, and just wanted you to tell me yourself and admit your mistake." In fact, a broken teapot can be bought again, and people have no honest quality. It can be said that 12 million gold can't be bought back! "

after listening to my mother's kind instruction, my heart suddenly opened up. From this, I understand a truth: if you do something wrong, as long as you tell the truth sincerely, it will roll with the punches. Although it has been a long time, it is deeply imprinted on my heart.

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In my mind, my mother is serious and powerful, while my father is gentle and kind. But after that, I changed my mind.

I remember that day, I went to the kitchen to watch my mother cooking. My mother's cooking posture was so beautiful and her skills were so skillful. I was really envious at that time, which actually gave me the idea of learning to cook. So every time I have time, I will go to the kitchen to watch my mother cook, see how the shovel in her hand is tossed, and see how she adds salt and monosodium glutamate ... < P > One day I finally told my mother what I thought: "Mom, I want to learn to cook." Mom replied cheerfully: "Good! Then learn from now on. " I have never seen my mother so enthusiastic about me, so she said happily, "Good!" " My mother taught me to cut vegetables first. As a beginner, the food was cut in a crooked way. I thought my strict mother would say something about me, so I was frightened. But I didn't expect my mother to say gently, "You should cut vegetables slowly in the future, because you are a beginner." After cutting the vegetables, it's time to cook. According to my experience, I first heated the oil in the pot, and then put the dishes in the pot one by one. But 1 of "Mao" startled me, and my heart jumped three feet high, and I didn't calm down for a long time. I saw my mother say, "Nannan, fry quickly!" Quick fry! Be careful that the vegetables are burnt. " I just came to my senses at this moment and began to learn from my mother's cooking movements. While frying, I asked, "Can Mom give me salt?" Mom said, "fry for a while, and you can give it." I stir-fried for more than a dozen times and gave two or three teaspoons of salt. After a few more stir-fry, I asked my mother, "Mom, can you give me water? Give msg? " Mother said, "Give water first, and then put monosodium glutamate later." Then my mother went out, and I did as my mother did. I thought to myself: I cooked it according to my mother's method, and the food should taste good. So I am very happy to call my parents for dinner. However, it's still a little salty. I think there is too much salt. However, my mother, who has always been strict, said it was delicious, while my father, who is usually gentle, insisted that it was salty and not delicious, so they quarreled, which made me wonder.

"If it's not delicious, it's not delicious. We should seek truth from facts." Dad's words are like a pot of cold water, which makes my heart cold; "This is the first time that the child has learned to cook, and he should not be hit like this." Mom's words made me feel a little comforted. But why do they have such different mentality? I didn't understand at the time. Until now, I have learned a little: in fact, both father and mother love themselves very much. My mother said that the food was delicious against her will to encourage herself, while my father said that the food was not delicious because he had to face the facts bravely.

Although it has been a while, it can show my parents' love for me from different aspects, and I can't forget it.