Write a composition with the initiative first.

For the first time, I won't forget you

"Life is like running water, only when you meet rocks and reefs can you inspire beautiful waves." Indeed, this famous saying tells the true meaning of life. The life journey of more than ten years, such as "running", has stirred up waves again and again in my growth. These waves are varied and varied, so beautiful, and at the same time, they have made so many firsts in my life.

at that time, I understood the true meaning of "poor inherit the wind". Because of my illness, I lay in bed feebly, and the night was so quiet that I could only hear the ticking of the wall clock. At this time, my mother came back. When she saw that I was so ill, she immediately took me to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, my mother and I took the bus. On the bus, my mother let me lie in her arms in order to make me more comfortable. Suddenly, I felt something fall and my face was wet. So I opened my eyes with difficulty. Ah, it turned out that my mother touched my hot forehead and cried sadly. The tears rolled down my cheeks, and at the moment of shedding, maternal love ran through my whole body, and my heart was so warm. When this spray stirs up in my heart, I even think it stirs up too late. How can I feel my mother's love? Is it the first time that my mother cares about me? This is definitely not, my heart is the most clear.

another time, I learned a profound lesson because I fell down in the "running water". My academic performance is always excellent. When I got my report card for the first time, I shed tears. Looking at the unbelievable score of 88 in mathematics, I was filled with thoughts. Who is to blame? I thought I was confident before the exam and put math aside. Hey, it's all pride, the bad habit that keeps pestering me. "Pride makes people lag behind", a well-known truth, I verified it for the first time. I believe this is the first time I have made such a mistake, and it must be the last time.

Some people always sigh that time flies, but they get nothing and know nothing, and life is empty and tasteless. Maybe they don't know that there are no bystanders in life. It is many times in my life that I know what is love, what is hate, what is right and what is wrong. For the first time, I can't forget you. You deserve my eternal memory!

2. Please say "First time

First time cooking

Whenever I eat shredded potatoes, I always think of the difficulty of my first cooking.

One day, when my parents were away from home, I suddenly thought: Isn't this a good opportunity to learn to do housework? Today, I will cook my favorite dish for my parents-shredded potatoes. Yes! Just do it!

here we go! I peeled and washed the potatoes according to my mother's appearance, and then put them on the chopping board and shredded them. Huh? It's strange that the knife is so easy to use in my mother's hands, but now it doesn't work in my hands. I hold the kitchen knife in my right hand and the potato in my left hand, trying to make the knife smooth and cut it carefully. Suddenly the potato rolled and the knife lost control. "Ah-"I cried out in fear. That was close! I only scratched my arm a little. In this way, in an adventure, I spent a lot of effort and finally cut the potatoes. But what is in front of me is shredded potato, which is clearly a pile of thick and big "potato sticks".

I wiped the sweat off my face, turned on the electric cooker and proceeded to the second process. Put the oil price in the pot, the oil began to foam, and soon white smoke appeared. Not good! I quickly put the seasoning and shredded potatoes into the pot. "Cheep-"A shrill voice scared me to jump aside. I quickly stirred sideways with trembling hands, and the voice in the pot gradually died down, and my mood gradually calmed down. Suddenly, I remembered that my mother once said that a little vinegar should be added to fried potato shreds. So I went to find vinegar in a panic. Just looking for it, a burning smell got into my nostrils. "Ah-no!" When I rushed to turn off the electric cooker, the food was already half burnt ... When I put my "craft" into my mouth to taste, I couldn't help but frown.

Although the food was not well cooked, my parents praised me after they came back. Because this is my first time cooking, as long as I have the first time, there will be many times in the future. 3. Composition: Narrative written in the first person

Music box

-My wings

Fingers stroke the still smooth reddish-brown paint, and the cold touch comes from between. I pulled out the copper card with a slight rust, and with the light lifting of the lid, a monotonous but not boring music filled the whole room shrouded in splendor. Simple and warm notes beat my heart softly, making me suddenly feel that the whole person is stretched. Looking down, on the mirror in the box, a little man is dancing and spinning with the music.

it was night, and I was holding the ugly box alone. I found my face cool, with transparent tears. Look at the lid of the box in the dark and put it under the bed opposite the pillow.

"When you are tired and numb, crying is the best way to relax, because it proves that you still have feelings."

her voice curled up if it were yesterday. In fact, it has been nearly five years since she left me. This complete sentence is also in the music box. On the side of the box, it was a carving knife that left his beautiful handwriting: "Grandma sent it."

She is a person who refuses to accept the old age, but at the same time she likes nostalgia. She will stick to something for a long time, but she will be open-minded about something. For example, the music box, for example, that sentence, for example, she never sighs, for example, she cries openly. She always told me to laugh whenever appropriate. I asked her why you were crying, and she burst into tears in front of me more than once. She smiled and told me that sentence, "because it can take people on the journey away from despair." No matter how many times I ask, the answer has never changed.

Later, she gave me the music box and asked me the source of its name. On this issue, anyone will recite the structural principle. But she didn't. She always said solemnly, "The music box represents affection, friendship, love, frustration, tears, injury, growth and change ..." I can't remember the rest, but I still remember the satisfaction on her face. At that time, I didn't understand why she used those eight words to describe happiness, because it was clear that tears, injuries and setbacks would be painful. She just laughed and didn't answer.

Now, I am fourteen years old, and I have experienced a slight increase in years, and I am increasingly reluctant to part with that ugly box. Not only because it can remind me of her, but also because I am used to sleeping with a "wound" in that simple and gentle rhythm.

when I fail, when I am injured, when I am tired and numb, I like to open the box and let the clean melody purify my spirit. Habits are hard to get rid of. I am used to crying, arousing hope with tears, soothing pain with tears, and telling myself to stand up with tears. Habit makes my melancholy dry up with tears. Because I did understand her "music box". She must want to say that without "failure", "injury" and "tears", the music of the music box would not be complete and the track of life would be incomplete. When you encounter these painful notes, cry! Cry for your pain, cry for your happiness, cry for your completeness! This is glorious!

It's another night, and I smile and watch the tears slide down my eyes. Calm strings filled the whole night sky.

looking up, I know I'm not alone. Whenever I am full of tears, I always think of that music box, and suddenly I find that my eyes are very open. Soft rhythm will take me through every sleepless night. When I look back, the soil with tears has grown white feathers. Because of that man's guidance, they are pieced together and raising their wings for the next journey.

Resources:? Si=4 4. Write a 5-word narrative composition with the first person "I" < P > I am an "optimist". I am a notorious naughty boy. For this reason, my parents gave me a nickname-"Huanhuan". When I was a child, I was restless and liked to run around the house and roll and climb on the ground.

I'm a chatterbox. I can't close my mouth once I open it. When I eat at home at night, I'm always the protagonist of the conversation at the dinner table. I have to pour out a laundry list at that time every day. But I haven't had time to have a bite of my meal after talking for a long time.

I'm a lively person. Because of my cheerful personality, I'm especially keen on making friends. I simply took a pen and paper and "interviewed" the new classmates everywhere. In just one day, I got to know half the classmates and "collected" many new friends, which laid a foundation for me to adapt to the new life in junior high school. < P > I am a bookworm. I usually "eat books" when I have nothing to do, which is my daily "compulsory course"! There are countless books that I have "chewed". If any book tastes too good, I will "chew" it several times. If you ask me what books I have "chewed", it's hard to say: literary works, popular science books, science fiction ... even the "tofu" articles published in the newspaper, I will "taste it". This is me-with short hair, a pair of glasses and a naughty smile on my mouth. Yes, this is me, naughty me, lively me, happy me, unique me! 5. Write an imaginary composition on the topic of "I am the first" < P > I remember that when I was in the fourth grade, I won the first place in the Chinese test with a score of 99.

I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm thinking about how my parents will praise me. When I got home, I couldn't wait to take the test paper out of my schoolbag. At this time, my heart was so excited that I really didn't know how to tell my mother that I was the first in the test.

So I rushed to my busy mother in the kitchen and handed her the test paper. Mother took the test paper and showed a bright smile on her face.

My mother touched my head and smiled and said to me, "My daughter is great! Didn't let mom down. Make persistent efforts! " Hearing my mother praise me like this, my heart is like eating honey, and my bones are crisp with joy.

with a bang, the father who just entered the door slammed the door. Seeing my father come back, I was even more excited, so I ran to my father and handed him the test paper.

Dad took the test paper and didn't look at my score first, but looked at which question I made wrong. Looking at dad's look, I think he is a little dissatisfied.

After a while, he said, "Do you think you are careless?" Maybe my father didn't know I won the first prize, so I said to my father, "Dad, I won the first prize this time!" " Dad looked at me with this smug look, and his temper suddenly got big: "What about the first place? Is the first place great? You can't get 1 points because you deducted one point for a wrong word. I think you will get more than 8 points next time because you deducted points for a few wrong words!" At this moment, my heart is broken like a mirror. But I really want to tell my father that not everything in the world is perfect. I have tried my best. Can't you understand me, Dad? Tears were in my eyes. I couldn't stand such criticism from my father any longer, so I rushed into the bedroom and cried desperately.

I'm in grade five this year. When I look at that test paper again, I have to complain about my carelessness.

I know that my mother praised me like this because she wanted me to continue to work hard, and that strict father, who wanted me to do everything perfectly, criticized me like this because he didn't want me to be conceited and lead to a decline in my grades. He also wanted me to get 1 points because he wanted me to surpass myself. In these two extreme assertions, I can see my parents' love for me.

because of their love, my boat will continue to drive hard. 6. Writing a 6-word composition on the topic of patriotism < P > is a gun, and its sharpness and sharpness are almost unprecedented.

The difficult and poor leisure life of "plowing from your neighbor's father" can't wear out your determination to defend the wheel platform for the country. Instead of following the established trajectory and devoting all your energy and life, the river on the cliffs on both sides of the strait has launched a fierce impact on the rocks on both sides of the strait, and the waves have merged into a roar that shook the earth. Your poems are like loud horns, passionate tones and sad chords, but the enemy can't stop crying in the end, and he is old in Cangzhou.

There is no way to serve the country: Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day. Please close your eyes that "the north is full of tears in the Central Plains": "The temple is still under Wang Dao, and Jinling is used as the north gate" is your denunciation of the Lord and the ministers who betrayed the country and made peace; "You have a party to arrange Zong Ze, and no one uses Yue Fei" is your angry accusation against the foolish monarch and his ministers for attacking and framing the generals in the war of resistance against Japan; "Gentlemen are pitiful and resourceful, but in the sobbing and crying of Jianhu, your golden patriotism will be remembered forever by the people, but Qin Xiang, a powerful man, made his grandson's high school openly tick off your name as the number one scholar on the trumped-up charge of" happy theory recovery ".

The initiative of official career climbing did not make you depressed, and family sacrifices were never forgotten. After you returned to your hometown, you did not forget to study hard on the art of war and advocate the rejuvenation of the country. During your 3-year official career, you were frequently demoted and dismissed, which is the highest in China's history. In 1172, the military camp life of Tiema Qiufeng, the letters of condolence from officials and the kind words of stabbing tigers in the snow were just fleeting colorful dreams made by Xiaozong's admiration for the name of "Little Li Bai". You took the first step to realize the purpose of serving the country, but your luck was not good! Although there is no emperor's pursuit, patriotism is guilty, and you live in this strange circle of history, breaking through the clouds and stopping the stone!

come on! The roar of your revenge for saving the nation by "being humble and not daring to forget your country" has long been like snow-capped mountains and pine trees planted all over the earth, and vigorous grasses spread all over the world. Although the fiery patriotic torrent running between the lines in the imperial examination field shocked the examiner. You don't regret your hopeless life, but you feel great sorrow and hard-won regret for never witnessing the reunification of the Central Plains. Before dying, you painstakingly lifted the pen that accompanied you for a lifetime, and wrote down the eternal farewell song, "Is the country at that time a Qin Dynasty?" This is your sharp ridicule of the basic national policy of compromise and surrender. Your poems are nothing less than swords, and you are diligent in practicing swordsmanship.

When you are over 3 years old and finally become an official as you wish, your career path is unimaginable bumpy and winding. Loyalty and patriotism "when you were a child, you avoided Hu Bing" and "when you were a child, you suffered from chaos" are your deep memories of childhood disasters. However, when you were young, you were impressed by those patriots' impassioned words "I wanted to kill myself and wear the royal family", which made you set up the ambition of serving the country at the age of weak crown.

From Qingshiban Road in my hometown 7. Writing a composition on the topic of "ideal" in high school

Everyone has his own ideal, and I also have my own ideal.

this ideal, like a destination, is waiting for you to go; This ideal, like a peak, is waiting