Learning composition for the first time

When I open the curtain, a bright sunshine shines on my body, which is really warm and comfortable.

One day, my father bought me a bike. I am happy to get on my new bike. Suddenly, with a bang, I fell. Dad laughed. I patted the dust on my body and looked up and glared at my father. My father immediately stopped laughing.

He came up to me and patiently told me, "First, put your left foot on the pedal of the bicycle, then take a few quick steps with your right foot on the ground, then sit on the bicycle to keep your balance, then master the direction and ride easily."

I obediently did as my father said, thinking, "God bless me, don't let me embarrass myself again. I just adjusted my balance and sat on it. At a corner, I turned the front of the car by hand, but I couldn't turn it. Bang, another somersault. It hurts.

Dad walked right in front of me, helped me push up my bike, and told me to slow down when turning, and then adjust the front of the car to restore the original speed. Dad saw that I was a little negative and stroked my head and said, "Believe in yourself, come on!" "

after listening to my father's words, I got up the courage and got on the bike again. I told myself not to panic while riding. In spite of this, I broke into a cold sweat. At a corner, I slowed down, braked while riding, and then adjusted my direction. Yeah, I did it!

learning cycling this time has added a beautiful landscape to my childhood. Also let me know that no matter what difficulties and setbacks you encounter, don't retreat, but stick to it. The first time I learned composition 2

A few days ago, my grandmother took my little cousin to Wuhu to play, and my parents decided to go to Binjiang Park together to enjoy the charm of Wuhu.

I'll go as soon as I say so. Dad will take the camera and get ready. After that, our group will set off for Binjiang Park. When we arrived at our destination, my father took out his camera and took a few photos. I looked envious and itchy, so I said to my father, "Can I take one too?" Dad smiled and said, "Good." I wandered around the park for a while and set the background at the entrance of Binjiang Park. When my father stood still, I picked up the camera, but problems followed. I raised my camera and was just about to press the shutter, huh? Why didn't my father appear on the camera? I took a closer look. It turned out that my fingers blocked the camera. Seeing my annoyed expression, my father came quickly, took the camera and gave me a demonstration. I tried to adjust my hand posture, and it was ok. But as soon as I got back to my hand, I found another problem. Because I wanted to take a larger range of shots, I stood far away. As a result, the scenery was photographed, but my father's face was photographed very small. I took pictures mainly to capture my father's appearance, not specifically to take pictures of the scenery! However, if the range of framing is larger, the picture will be richer. I looked at my father with my eyes for help. My father took the camera in my hand and pointed to a round thing next to the shutter and said, "This is to adjust the focal length. You can adjust it like this." Dad stood back to his original position. I took a closer look, and it was really good. I took a photo and looked at it carefully. It was not bad!

Next, I acted as a small photographer, taking photos all the way. Although I took fewer photos for myself, I was still very happy psychologically, because I learned another technical job-taking photos. Learning composition for the first time 3

The new semester began, and my mother enrolled me in a soft pen calligraphy class. I really don't want to learn. For one thing, I have signed up for many interest classes. For another, I have no foundation, and I am afraid that my writing will be criticized by my teacher.

that day, when I arrived at the class gate, my heart drummed like a drum. Seeing the teacher, I was even more afraid. The teacher saw my mind like a golden eye and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, the teacher is not a tiger, maybe you will like the soft pen class." After listening to the teacher's words, I can't help but feel relieved.

I started to write, and the teacher asked me to practice my long horizontal first. The teacher wrote to me once and said, "When you write, the length and thickness of each length and width should be the same, and when you collect the pen, the pen tip should be lifted and recycled." I wrote several times according to the teacher's "horizontal", all of which were crooked. I thought: Will the teacher criticize me for my poor writing? The teacher looked at my handwriting and said, "Don't worry, I can't write well at first. Just write a few times as I say, and it will be fine." With the help of the teacher and my repeated practice, the "horizontal" I wrote is completely the "horizontal" required by the teacher. The teacher looked at it and nodded with satisfaction.

through this class, I know: if you do one thing, you will succeed as long as you practice hard. Learning composition for the first time 4

Every first time, although we often encounter setbacks, we may not know that success is born in setbacks. In the face of setbacks, correct attitude, exercise strong will, and make unremitting efforts to achieve our goals. I believe that we will overcome setbacks and become a successful person by trying again and again.

It was a sunny afternoon. My father and I were learning bicycles in the park. At first, I was still in high spirits. Gradually, I lost my elegance, but I didn't give up on myself.

why is this? At first, I was sitting on my bike at leisure, and my father was pushing me behind me and sweating. When I saw my expression of ecstasy, I was so angry that I said angrily, "Why are you so stupid that you haven't learned it for so long?"

at this moment, I didn't notice my father's tone, and casually said, "Don't worry, don't worry, learning cycling is also a skill, so you have to learn it slowly." Dad let go as soon as he heard it, and at this moment I fell into a "dog gnawing mud". One second I was a hero, and the next I became a bear.

I immediately stood up angrily, but my father laughed out of breath and proudly said, "You can't do it without me!" "

I immediately said confidently, "I can do without you, just wait and see! I can definitely learn when the sun goes down! "

my father said with a smile, "I'll wait and see."

In this way, I tried again and again, and fell again and again, turning my intestines green, and the sun was about to set. What should I do with my boasted Haikou? At this time, my father said, "Don't be impatient. It's not difficult to calm down first and find the main points."

So I took a little rest, slowly sat on the bike, clasped the handlebars with both hands, and slowly put my feet on the pedals to keep balance. Slowly, that's it. I learned it, and turned my head proudly and said to my father, "Look, I can do without you."

Dad's face was pleased at first, but his expression changed. I heard him shout, "Pull the handbrake quickly, or you'll hit a tree!" " I didn't react for a moment, and with a bang, I fell down again. My father immediately ran to help me up and said, "Fool, concentrate on riding a bike."

People's life is a beautiful process. In the process of growing up, the most impressive thing is nothing more than this. When I was in kindergarten, my grandmother bought me a small bike. It is pink, in the shape of a little ant. The handlebar is decorated with a little ant's head, a pair of round black eyes and a pair of vibrating tentacles. It's so cute! I fell in love with it at once, and I really want to learn to ride a bike and take it out to play together.

I can't wait for my father to move the car downstairs and ride it as soon as I cross my legs. Dad taught me to handle the car, so I pedaled hard. Because there are two small wheels behind the car to keep balance, although riding stagger, but not fall. I thought to myself: it was so easy to learn to ride a bike! When I practiced for a while, my father said to me, "Let's get rid of the little wheels on both sides and have a try." I agreed with confidence. I thought it was easy to ride like this, but who knows, I just got on the bus and kicked my feet, and somehow I fell to the ground with a plop, and my clothes were dirty and my hands hurt. I said with chagrin, "If I had known I could wrestle, I would not have ridden." Dad helped me lift the car, patted the dirt on my body for me, and said with a smile, "Anyone who can ride a bike can" fall ". Dad used to fall down many times when he learned to ride a bike. If you give up after one fall, when will you learn your skills? " I nodded and decided to try again.

this time, I rode in front, and my father helped me hold it behind. As I walked, I also reminded me to hold the handlebars and keep a good balance. With the help of my father, I can ride forward slowly. But as soon as he let go, I fell down again. Dad encouraged me to be brave and not give up halfway. After a little practice, I became more and more proficient in cycling. This time, when my father was holding it, he suddenly let go, and I was able to ride away by myself! I was so happy that I turned around the yard several times and still didn't want to get off. In this way, I rode in the yard first, and then rode on the road with my father, and my skills got better and better. Once we went to grandma's house, grandma saw that I came by bike, and said with surprise, "Xuan learned to ride a bike, which is great!" " I am so happy when I listen to it!

Now, my father bought me a new car of his own, which can be folded and changed speed. When the weather is fine on weekends, I go out to play by bike with my parents. By riding a bike, I can go further, see more, exercise and broaden my horizons.

The bike is really my good friend! Learning composition for the first time 6

Today is Saturday, the weather is very sunny, and my mood is as good as today's weather. From the window, I saw many children pushing out their bicycles to compete in the community. Seeing them happy, my heart itches, and I can't help but want to give it a try. However, I can't ride it yet! What should we do? By the way, when I asked my mother for help, I clamored for her to teach me how to ride a bike.

We rolled out a bicycle in the basement that had been prepared for me. Mom said that when riding a bike, you must grasp the handrail and not ride too fast. Under the guidance of my mother, I got on the bus. At first, I was a little scared. My mother asked me to push forward hard. I clung to the handrail for fear of falling, but the bike just didn't listen to me and ran around like a headless fly. Fortunately, my mother supported me, otherwise I would fall badly.

After practicing for about an hour, I got a little carried away and became proud. When my mother saw me like this, she suddenly released her hand. When I looked back, my mother disappeared, and I suddenly fell off the car when I was nervous, and I fell to my feet. I looked really embarrassed. My mother came up to me and said with a smile, "I just gave you a little lesson just now, telling you not to be proud no matter what you do, so that you can learn your skills well." After practicing all afternoon, I also made some small progress. I reluctantly pushed my bike and followed my mother home.

in the future, I often practice riding a bike, and my level is getting higher and higher. Through this incident, I learned that we must persevere and not be proud. Only in this way can we overcome all difficulties. On the weekend morning, my grandmother led me to the market and bought fish, shrimp and broccoli. Grandma said, "Go home and teach you how to cook." I agreed with all my heart.

when I got home, I was looking forward to cooking for the first time in my life, but my grandmother said, "The preparations haven't started yet." I waited anxiously. Grandma began to cut shrimp, brush fish, wash vegetables and plate. Then, cut the onion into sections, cut the ginger into pieces, pat the garlic into pieces, chop the pepper into mud and put it on the other side. Then grandma washed and dried the pot and put it on the gas stove.

Everything is ready. Here we go. Today's main dish-braised fish. At first, the stove was very high, and I was a little hard to reach it. When my grandmother saw it, she brought me a small stool. I stood on the stool, poured oil into the pot carefully, and put the fish into the pot. I only heard the crackling in the pot, and the oil spilled accidentally. I quickly covered the lid. Pour rice wine, salt, sugar and soy sauce, add onion, garlic and pepper, scoop a spoonful of soup and taste it. It feels good. Take it out and put it on the plate.

The first time I learned to cook, I knew that life was not easy. I secretly made up my mind to study hard and live up to my family's wishes.