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In our daily life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is what I helped you organize. Actually, I'm really good at writing. I hope I can help you.

In fact, I am really good at writing 1. A bright lightning cut the sky like a sword, leaving a long white line in the foggy air. Suddenly, a strong wind blew over and blew the window "drumming" straight. A thunderbolt resounded through the earth, deafening, and bean-sized raindrops poured down from the air.

At this time, I am hiding in the quilt and dare not come out (because my mother is on a business trip and I am alone at home). When I slowly poked my head out, I suddenly saw a ghost hanging around the window, which scared me to scream "Oh, my God" and quickly wrapped my head in the quilt. After a while, when I looked out again, the ghost outside the window disappeared. This must be my illusion, I comfort myself. So, turn off the lights and get ready for bed. However, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, raging like a temper tantrum, "banging" the windows, and the fear that has just dispersed seems to be gathered by friends again. Like a black mushroom cloud, I can't wave it. Helpless, I had to stare blankly at the sky outside the window. Waiting, the moment of dawn.

Tick-tock, tick-tock ... The sound of the alarm clock echoed in the empty room, and the wind seemed to have stopped. Sleepiness has long been diluted by fear, so I picked up an unfinished book and continued my unfinished "trip".

Seeing the best part, the light suddenly turned black, and the terrible cold wind swept again and invaded the fragile cerebral cortex. The creepy feeling makes my whole body soft as vinegar! At this point, I can't see anything. It's dark everywhere. Tears filled my eyes, and when I was about to burst out, I thought again: I am a junior high school student, and I have bid farewell to the age of crying. We should learn to overcome difficulties by ourselves and should not bow to them. Besides, what can crying solve? Can bring the light back? Can block the wind outside? Or can you not be afraid? The answer, of course, is no, everything depends on yourself, and only you can really overcome all the difficulties.

As if suddenly enlightened, a warm current named Qiang rushed into the atrium and the haze was diluted. I was not afraid, but hummed a tune, tucked in and went to bed. ...

I opened my sleepy eyes when the sun came down directly. It's already dawn, and all the bright things make me feel like a lifetime ago, and my pride in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, as if it were dancing dandelions ... walking in heaven. ...

In fact, I am really great, and I can't help but praise myself. ...

In fact, I am really good at composition 2. The world is a vast starry sky, and every individual in this world is a little star in the starry sky. Even if it is small, it will always flash in an instant.

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In other words, in such a class, I, a humble person, really feel inferior, and the teachers who have been together for several months are afraid that I don't know my existence. Because there are too many "moons", "stars" have become a foil. But not only do I not belong to the "moon", I even feel that I am not even a "star".

Until I heard this sentence: "Actually, I am great."

I remember this was said by a girl in the film and television. To tell the truth, this girl is really not great or excellent when she says this sentence, but she can always find some advantages of herself and then change from inferiority to confidence. The washing of years has changed this girl, and now she has really become "great".

Think about it, I should be "great" too.

I can always see different sides of things from different angles. Therefore, I always treat this world that "abuses" me every day with an optimistic attitude. I firmly believe that this is life's training for me. What does this mean? This shows that I have not been given up by life, and I will be as good as the girl in the film and television.

I can always adapt to the new environment quickly. This evaluation was given to me by my mother and my teacher. Even if I'm a little skeptical, but think about it, since everyone else evaluates myself like this, even if it's a little exaggerated, doesn't it mean that I have such a shadow? I remember that when I transferred from Hangzhou to Jinxi, I was able to adapt to my life and study without any influence. The placement of primary schools and junior high schools is basically similar.

I always get good grades in big exams. Even if I am as small as dust at ordinary times, even if I have never won the top few in every subject, my total score can always be ranked upstream. Although I am not a "top" excellent, I can still win a "relatively excellent" lottery.

"Relatively excellent" is hard to come by, which is inseparable from my efforts. I like the benefits of taking notes, which is one of my greatest motivations. I regard taking notes as a great pleasure in life. Even if taking notes is not as useful as other people's notes. ...

Think about it this way, I'm really fine! My eyes seemed to be wet by the rain, and I shouted in my heart, "actually, I am great!" In fact, I am great! "

Do you feel inferior to me? Think about it, take some time to think about it, in fact, we are all angels around God, we are all stars that illuminate the universe, even moonlight. We are really great!

In fact, I am really good at composition 3. The sky is cloudy. When I wake up, I think of today's final exam and look at the bad weather. I feel very bad. "How how a test is cloudy? Ghost weather. " I shouted angrily.

By the time we got to school, the invigilator had already entered the classroom. I put down my schoolbag in a hurry, just as the exam began.

I passed five levels in one exam and cut six generals. At 1 minute, I added and eliminated seven fill-in-the-blank questions. When I was doing the eighth question, I looked at the question and immediately blindsided. This article actually asked me to write three kinds of statistical charts I have learned. I only think of fan charts and line charts. What's the other one? I've racked my brains but I can't figure it out. So, I decided to finish other topics before doing this.

This test paper is not difficult. I finished the next problem quickly, and then went on to solve it.

I looked at my watch. There are still 30 minutes left. I took out the draft paper and quickly wrote a few Chinese characters, hoping for a miracle, but I couldn't think of another statistical chart. I am sweating with anxiety, because this is the entrance exam and the last exam for my primary school. I must make a good impression on my future math teacher.

Think about it, there are only 20 minutes left. The harsh high-heeled shoes of the invigilator echoed in my ears, which made me confused. I can't stand her, and I haven't thought about it.

There are still ten minutes before the papers are handed in. The invigilator finally sat down. Because I was nervous, my clothes were all wet and stained all over me. I tried to recall the scene of the teacher's lecture, but I couldn't think of other statistics that the teacher said. The draft paper has been completely filled by me, and my mind has become a paste. It's really "suspicious beyond measure", but there is no "village after village".

There are still three minutes to hand in the paper, and the students next to me seem to see my anxiety. He wrote me the answer. I just wanted to copy the answer, but there was a voice in my heart: "You can't copy it, and the results you copied are all fake, to deceive yourself." After three minutes of struggle, I made a difficult decision: I won't write.

In the struggle, I lost three precious minutes in the examination room, but these three minutes taught me inexhaustible wealth in my life: to be honest.

Actually, I'm really fine. Because I kept my honesty.

In fact, I am really good at composition 4. I am the only one sitting alone in front of the piano, my sore fingers have stopped on the keys, and the day of the competition is getting closer and closer, but I still can't play well. I watched the dense music and couldn't help asking myself in annoyance: "How can you be so stupid!" "

There was a week before the piano competition. I always thought I practiced hard, but I couldn't play well, even that day. I shut myself in my room, sat in front of the piano, touched the keys with my fingers and practiced the game. Playing and playing, an incongruous note "do" was introduced to my ears. I frowned and continued to play. Another mispronounce of "sol" pops up, and then several chords become non-chords. The harsh noise had to stop my hand. "What's the matter?" I muttered to myself and watched the music. "hey!" I sighed lightly and continued to play. Suddenly, my eyes staring at the sliding fingers on the piano stopped, and my hand stood on the keys. I couldn't help looking up at the ceiling, and my brain suddenly became as blank as before. "I forgot to keep score!" I hit my head hard. Looking at the bright red competition date on the calendar, I feel that the air around me is so hot and dry that it seems to evaporate my confidence in the competition.

Sweat flowed from my forehead, and I played it several times, but none of it was complete and smooth. Finally, I knocked a few more keys, and my hand suddenly pressed on the keys, making a muffled sound. "Click" a drop of glittering and translucent tears fell on the keys, followed by another drop, I sobbed. The wind outside the window gently brushed my hair, refreshing. I looked up at the sky. A few faint clouds floated by, which made me look particularly blue. With the clear sky, my mood gradually calmed down. I clenched my fist and said, "Keep practicing and strive for the gold medal!" " I immediately pulled myself together and got back into practice.

In this way, I stepped up my practice, and the music became smoother and smoother, getting closer to the competition level. But I still have some confidence in my heart. On the day of the competition, I came to the stage and sat on the piano stool. I could clearly hear my pounding heart. I took a deep breath: "Come on, you have paid so much, you can do it!" " "A beam of light shone on me, and I struck the first note. Slowly, my stiff fingers became flexible, and music flowed slowly from my fingertips like a gurgling stream, and my expression naturally rose and merged into the music. Beautiful melodies echoed in the hall. Finally, in the thunderous applause, my hanging heart finally landed, and the joy of success rippled on my face. When I stood on the podium and received the coveted gold medal, I couldn't help but feel surge of emotion: I finally succeeded!

That piano competition taught me to struggle and struggle. It gives me unlimited self-confidence, just like a gorgeous rainbow bridge, which leads straight to the other side of victory. Actually, I'm really good!

In fact, I am really good at composition 5. The light softly surrounded the silence of the room.

When I was a child, I liked English very much. I wanted to be an English speaker. Once, my English teacher gave me an entry form for an international English speech contest, and I accepted it solemnly. I know this is a heavy responsibility, and there are also scenes of success and failure in my mind. If I succeed, I will be greeted by thunderous applause. If you fail, That will be your friend's contempt and your teacher's disappointment. ....................................................................................................................................... ......................: But I still come to the teacher's house to practice every day, listening to the tape recorder, looking at the speech in front of me, trying to imitate their tone and way of speaking, but I don't like it. I put down my crumpled speech and rubbed my lips, which were almost numb because I repeated monotonous foreign syllables countless times. I shook my head in dismay. No, not yet. After all, I still can't speak like a real Englishman. My English is too stiff!

Raise your head with my teacher. "What's the matter?" She asked. "I, I still don't know." The teacher is not angry. "Never mind, practice hard and have confidence in yourself." "The game is next week. How can I have confidence? " I suddenly got excited and smashed it with one punch. "Self-confidence needs strength, and I have it?"

The teacher suddenly became serious: "Yes, of course you do. Confidence is in your sweat every day. " I froze. Looking up at the teacher, I said, "Self-confidence comes not only from strength, but also from recognition of one's own value, and is an affirmation and reward for one's no regrets. Only after experiencing thousands of waters in Qian Shan will you understand. " I looked at her and seemed to really understand something. ...

Since then, I have practiced English every day, staying up late every day, and sometimes even eating or sleeping. I have been practicing, and my voice is hoarse, no matter what; My lips are chapped, it doesn't matter ... finally, my efforts have paid off. I remember that day, in the dazzling light and wearing a handsome suit, I talked about Kan Kan in public view. Crisp syllables are like pearls and jade, carrying natural words flowing in all directions ... When the last syllable blurted out, the sudden flood of applause suddenly wetted my eyes, and joy swelled in my heart ... However, at this moment, through the fog of tears, I am eager to find a teacher. When I looked into her crystal eyes, I finally understood:

In fact, I am really good at composition 6. There are always some great and good classmates around me, so I am often ignored. I'm actually a girl who doesn't talk much, and I'm not good at actively communicating with my classmates, so I'm often kept in the dark. Actually, I really think I'm good at it. I am a better girl.

I am a cheerful person. Although I am not good at communication at school, I am a trembling lady at home, so my parents often call me a crow mouth.

Let's take a look at my situation at school first. I am quiet and always study hard. After class, I immediately calmed down and waited for the arrival of Teacher Shi. Listen to the teacher carefully in class, don't be distracted, don't talk nonsense, take notes below, write down all the memories, use your head actively, raise your hand and speak, and class is over. If no classmates call me, I will open my books and carefully preview what I will talk about in the next class.

At home, although a little shivering, but very obedient. I will take the initiative to help my mother with housework. In the morning, my mother got up early to help her wash clothes at home. When I woke up, I turned over and said to my mother, Mom, I'll go with you to wash. My mother would say, no, I can handle it. I jumped out of bed and insisted on helping my mother wash clothes. It was noon. Help my parents fill in the rice, and then my parents will look at me with a smile. My heart was sweeter than eating honey. I often help my parents wash the dishes and tidy up the house.

On weekends, I am not a playful child. I will take out a good book from a pile of books, savor it carefully, enjoy it beautifully or take out a Chinese book on the main subject, review what I have finished and preview what I will go to next time. At this time, my father or mother will take out a bottle of milk and say to me, "Drink a bottle of milk, it's too tired and refreshing." At this time, I will think of my parents' kindness and secretly say, Xiaoyao.

I actually have great hands, which can be reflected in many things, because I have a wide range of interests, such as reading, singing, reading, playing badminton, helping with housework and raising flowers and plants. Haha, that's who I am. I'm really great, and I'm saying it silently.

In fact, everyone is great, everyone has their own potential, but some people dig deep, some people dig shallow, and some people haven't dug yet. Come on, work hard, work hard for your dreams, and work hard for the future. Actually, everyone is great. Of course, I am also great!

In fact, I am really good at composition 7, "I am a grass with no fragrance and no tree height." But a sudden competition made me feel really good.

There is a red sun hanging in the blue sky, which is particularly dazzling. Today's weather makes me feel very happy inexplicably, and I always feel that something good is coming to me quietly. When I got home, my mother said to me, "Today, your piano teacher said there was a competition for you to take part in." I don't like being noticed by many people, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. Before I could say no, my mother said, "Don't say no yet, you should let yourself shine." What you don't say is like a fishbone stuck in your throat and you can't say it.

I took part in the competition. Start practicing day and night. No longer stay on the way to school, but run faster than anyone else. When I got home, I dropped my schoolbag and ran to the piano. Seeing that row of black and white keys, I felt for the first time that the piano could also be a way for me to express my feelings. Today's disappointment at school, the happy time between friends and the harmonious coexistence between family members have all become wonderful notes, and the body can't help but tremble with the melody. This is the first time to truly integrate myself with the piano, and truly let the piano become its own emotional expresser.

Time will always slip through your fingers and you can't catch it. The day of the competition is coming soon, and I am extremely nervous when I look at my fingers bandaged because I practice the piano a little too much. I just hope that nothing will happen to it. There are two others, and I am more nervous when I watch them play a wonderful song easily. It's my turn I sat on the piano stool and played a note with trembling hands. I feel my body relaxed in an instant, and the score clearly emerges in my mind. That feeling is exactly the same as practicing piano at home. Beautiful notes jump out of the keys like elves, and the body shakes gently with the melody. Close your eyes slowly and feel the wonderful notes flowing in your body. Soon, a bullet was finished. When you open your eyes, the audience is silent. I stood up awkwardly, a little at a loss. The audience immediately broke into warm applause, and some even cheered. I lived up to expectations and won the first prize. This is an honor I have never won. I happily ran off the podium with the trophy and ran to my parents. The excitement in my heart is beyond words.

I am a young eagle flying in the sky. I also have my own world and my own glory. Actually, I'm really great.

Actually, I'm really great. Cheers and applause broke out. I sat on the ground sweating like a pig, took the cup handed me and looked at the runway behind me. The runway, once as unruly as a fierce horse, is as flat as a curtain and obedient as a servant under my feet today. In my heart, pride and joy bloom for the second time: in fact, I am really great.

When I was in primary school, I was most worried about physical education class. The brisk figures of my friends fell in front of me, and I tried my best to drag my stiff legs to the end, but I was getting farther and farther away from them. I have never participated in a sports meeting in primary school for six years. In those six years, I also labeled myself: running, I can't do it after all.

However, this year, inexplicably, I was chosen as 1000 meter runner. Panic, endless panic. Countless imaginations: Everyone passed me, I hobbled along alone, the runway overturned, and the audience's eyes flooded me like cold water. However, a strange idea appeared on the edge of panic: what if I win? How glorious and free and easy it is to rush to the finish line as a winner? I didn't want to be a hero, but I was forced to go to Liangshan, so I started running after dinner every day. When I first started practicing, I was panting like an ox. When I ran up a section of my internal organs, I twisted and pestered. When I wanted to give up, the road under my feet and the trees on the roadside seemed to laugh at me, so I had to bite my teeth and run again. Day after day, I shed many tears and sweat on the riverbank in front of the community!

The sports meeting is coming in a blink of an eye. Standing at the starting line, I still said in my heart, "Don't worry, just run the whole course." "bang!" The gun went off, and my brain got hot. I just forgot all my self-advice and rushed out with all my strength. After only one lap, I felt my feet were as heavy as lead, my throat smelled of blood, and my chest felt uncomfortable. "I'm going to die." I vaguely thought, however, a wave of refueling surrounded me. It is my lovely classmates! This wave of applause will cheer me up. Teacher Wang also came and ran beside me to encourage me firmly: "Come on! Overtake them! " This injected strength into me, and I forcibly suppressed the cry of pain and thought to myself, "End, end, end!" " "I ran like crazy and ran to the finish line! When I heard the referee say "three minutes and fifty seconds", I was too tired to react, but I was ecstatic "finally, finally"

Looking back again, with a gold medal in his hand, he looked confident. I beat myself. I'm, uh, really fine.