A trip with dad first grade composition

In our ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a composition I carefully compiled for the first grade of junior high school about a trip with my father. Welcome to read and collect it. A trip with dad, essay for the first grade of junior high school Part 1

After the summer vacation, I can finally take a rest at home! After resting at home for about half a month, I decided to go on a business trip with my father. It was not just for tourism, but also to experience life and help out along the way.

Alas, I won’t know if I don’t go, but I’ll be shocked when I go. I really didn’t expect that going out would be so miserable. We spent the whole afternoon loading the goods, mainly machinery, until ten o'clock in the evening. After loading, we set off without stopping for a moment after eating. Alas, Dad doesn't have a day to spare. It looks a little distressing! !However, that night, he drove all night and asked him to sleep for a while. He said he would go back to sleep when he felt sleepy.

After driving all night, I slept for an hour in the morning and continued on the road. Alas, who can bear to sleep for one hour a day? Even though I sit there all day long, I still have no time to spare! As for people, they are most likely to fall asleep in the afternoon. He only slept for one hour a day, so of course he couldn't avoid it. In the afternoon, when he fell asleep, he drank coffee, strong tea and listened to the radio. . It really hurts to watch. Watching my dad risk himself and stay up all day and night for us and to make money. When I think about talking back to him before, I feel a little sorry and a little ashamed. But now that he has grown up and is more sensible than before, I also hope to help him a little, although the burden will not be too much.

After this experience, I saw that he only slept for an hour every day during the business trip. He had to eat when it was time for me to eat, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely while loading and unloading. If he didn't eat in the morning, he would always ask me if I was hungry with the things in the car. He was always afraid that I was hungry. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with nutrition when I was on a business trip, so I bought nutritious things. It is full of milk and some nutritious things. Even if he is busy loading goods, he will buy me lunch at meal time. Although he sometimes does things without thinking and makes his family angry, he loves his children very much like thousands of fathers. When I was a child, he was always reluctant to hit me. I remember he only hit me once, but I made him angry.

This trip left me with fresh memories, taught me a lot, taught me how to cherish it, and made me understand the importance of family. A trip with dad, first grade composition Part 2

With our bags on our backs, we and our dads headed northwest - Inner Mongolia. A magical door opens to us. The water there has many flavors, some are sweet, some are salty, some are sour. The clouds there are magicians, whiter and thicker, like rolls of marshmallows. The sky there is blue, like a piece of blue glass. The mountains there are half bald and half dense, and they are continuous. The grass there and the sand there became the sea, boundless. The people there are warm, generous, outgoing and interesting.

(1) Beautiful Huanghuagou

Huitengxile Grassland Huanghuagou is located in the hinterland of Ulanqab Grassland in central Inner Mongolia. It stands between high mountains with an average altitude of more than 2,000 meters. , which is a paradise for windmills and a paradise for horses.

No matter where I stand, the green soles of my feet are like cheerful songs, sometimes soothing, sometimes exciting, sometimes low, extending to the sky, and finally, suddenly changing, ending simply, in The sky became a vast expanse of white.

Far away, I saw hundreds of windmills, like thin poles. As we got closer, it turned out to be such a huge thing that seven of us couldn't even surround it with our hands. The huge wind blades rotated happily above the head, making a shocking sound, like roaring thunder, resounding through the sky, like thousands of troops roaring. The driver told us: "If the windmill rotates once, ten trams can travel a hundred kilometers!" The power of nature is so domineering!

Went down the grassy slope and came to the riding stable. The fat and strong horses were in groups. Some were pacing leisurely and contentedly, some were hooting proudly, some were running fiercely, and some were running low. Chew slowly with your head tilted. I couldn't wait to run to a horse, grabbed the horse rope, and prepared to get on the horse. I couldn't help but start to feel uneasy: "Will it be bumpy on the horse's back? Will it throw me away?" The horse began to move forward steadily. , it seems to be stepping on cotton. A long series of "it, it, it" sound of horse hooves sounded everywhere. In the distance, a horse made a long cry. The sound was mixed with the sound of the wind, like a train "woo woo woo...", gradually getting farther away. go.

At this time, I have become a western cowboy, patrolling here.

(2) Love on the Road

From Hohhot, we took the train for a whole day and finally arrived in Alxa.

As soon as I stepped out of the platform, I was greeted by the warm smiles of Uncle Dabin and Aunt Liu. My heart felt warm and my fatigue disappeared.

Arriving at the south gate of Bayanhot, as soon as we got off the car, a burst of singing burst into our ears. Then, strips of blue hada were flying around our necks, and we drank down bowls of fine wine in silence. The empty street was surrounded by enthusiasm at that moment. I was so excited that I could see the children I donated right away.

Early the next morning, our group set out in the drizzle.

The first stop was Xia Xueer’s house. She stood at the gate with a smile on her face and greeted us warmly. Stepping into the door, she found that the inside was like a maze, with several families living in it, and the path to her house was winding. When I walked into her home, a wall of awards jumped into my eyes, and I was shocked. Her small room was clean and neat. I couldn't help but sigh: I must learn from Xia Xueer.

The second stop was Wang Beining’s house. She is not tall and has a twin brother who has polio. I glanced at her two test papers - Science and Mathematics. The "100%" on them was very eye-catching. What was even more surprising was that she copied some of the questions in the blank spaces of the test paper again, with neat fonts and strokes. , unlike my handwriting.

The third stop is the home of Wei Jiaxin, the person I donated to. As soon as we got off the bus, they warmly entertained us with watermelon and tea. I saw a strange ornament hanging on her ear, sitting silently next to her, saying nothing, staring at us blankly. I curiously asked her mother: "Auntie, why doesn't Wei Jiaxin speak?" It turned out that what was wearing on her ears was not a decoration, but a hearing aid. She was diagnosed with Level 2 hearing disability. I plucked up the courage to ask, "Wei Jiaxin, what grade are you in?" She looked at me doubtfully and said nothing. Her mother had to repeat it to her loudly. At this time, she replied softly: "I am in the second grade and will be in the third grade in the second half of the year." So, I started chatting with her loudly. Although she lives in a silent world and I live in a sound world, our hearts are connected. When I handed her the 1,500 yuan, I was excited and happy. I could actually make a good friend from such a far away place. I will definitely send her good books when I go back.

After lunch, we came to our last stop - Tom Mingda's house. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw several sheep grazing happily. As soon as he entered the door, Tang Mingda's mother brought home-grown cantaloupe, which was very sweet. Tom Mingda was sitting on the bed with a cane. He had difficulty moving due to cerebral palsy. In order to exercise his leg muscles, Tang Mingda got up at six o'clock every day and went to school with difficulty on crutches. I couldn't help but be shocked: "He has been able to persist for so many years. I want to learn from his perseverance."

Helping others is equivalent to helping ourselves. Love is on our way.

(3) First contact with the desert

For me living in Hangzhou, the desert is mysterious. This is my first contact with the fourth largest desert in the motherland - Tenge. in the desert. Tengger means "sky" in Mongolian, which means that the vast quicksand is like the boundless sky. Its area is approximately 30,000 square kilometers.

The sand there is as yellow as gold. The sand there is so fine that it sneaked into my socks if I wasn't careful. The sand there is soft and feels like cotton when you step on it. The sand there has turned into a sea, rolling with countless golden "waves". People "swimmed", "surfed" and "boated" to their heart's content in the "waves". The sand flew in the air like splashing "splashes", and laughter spread all over the place.

After seven o'clock, the sun went down. It shyly hid behind the sand, and unparalleled beauty appeared in the sky. The blue sky seemed to be brushed by colorful brushes in an instant, and she suddenly put on a colorful sparkling striped skirt. Under the rays of the setting sun, the desert gradually dimmed in the distance. The insects that had been silent for a day also began to come out to party, one high and one low, one quick and one slow, singing songs for the beautiful girl in the sky. Tian Tian heard this and covered himself up with a swish, hiding behind the gray gauze.

The desert night is terrifying. There were "rustling" sounds everywhere, and the black curtain enveloped the entire desert, as if it was going to swallow everything. Countless monsters and monsters popped up in my mind, which scared me to the extreme.

I really hope to have close contact with the desert next time.

This was a fun, memorable and loving trip. A trip with my dad, essay for the first grade of junior high school Part 3

After the final exam, my dad said he would take me out to relax. I agreed without hesitation. Just like that, I started to prepare carefully. I look forward to it every day, looking forward to my father shouting "Let's go!" Finally one day, my father said: "Daughter, let's go!" I was so excited that I jumped three feet high. After all, this is the second time my father has taken me on a trip. However, I am confused. Hey! Where will dad take me? I quickly asked my father, and he said: "Keep it secret!" As soon as I left the house, I saw a car waiting there. My father said to me: "Daughter, get in the car!" I found out it was my father's colleagues: Uncle He and Uncle Yan.

After two hours of driving, we finally arrived at our destination - Ningxiang Huitang Hot Spring Huatian City. Huatian City is a five-star hotel, very large. My father and I lived on the fifth floor. After putting our luggage away, we went to have dinner. It turned out that there were many of Dad’s colleagues waiting for us at the hotel. In that group of children, I was the oldest. I like to play with a pair of twin sisters very much. When I get along with them, it brings me back to the innocence and cuteness of my childhood. I quickly became good friends with them. After lunch, a large group of us returned to the hotel.

As soon as I entered the room, I couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow!" The room had everything, including a balcony, a large bathtub, and an office where the CEO worked. After admiring it, I put on my swimsuit and prepared to go to the hot springs. We made an appointment to gather in the lobby. About five minutes later, everyone arrived and we rushed to the hot spring center.

"Milk Pool" is the first hot spring pool I saw. The Milk Pool made me feel that the world can be so quiet and peaceful, with blue sky, green grass and vast land. In that second, there was no noise or irritability, only silence and peace. I also soaked in the "Rose Pool", "Whirlpool", "Coffee Pool", "Mineral Pool", "Colorful Pool", "Fish Spa"... What impressed me the most was the "Fish Spa", where there were many small fish In a pond, small fish can bite off the dead skin on our bodies. The small fish will tickle you so much that you can't help but laugh. One uncle had more than 20 fish on his body, and it seemed that the small fish liked to bite him the most.

The heat of the hot spring, the itch of the little fish, the fragrance of the milk, and the warmth of daddy! Love this trip with dad!