This is a brave attempt.

In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is what I arranged. Writing a composition is a brave attempt, and I hope it will help everyone.

This is a brave attempt. There are many things in our life, big and small, and we have different attempts to accomplish them. This kind of attempt is great, selfless and brave, so we must have the courage to try, whether it is success or failure, we must try.

In my life, I have always dreamed of riding a bike. I can see many people riding bicycles home after school every time. I really want to be like them. I told my parents about it, and my parents were very happy to let me learn, so I bought a bike immediately. Although I am very happy to learn, I am always afraid to ride after sitting. My parents encouraged me to try bravely. When I worked hard and mastered a little skill, I fell down violently. I cried loudly. Just when I gave up in vain, my mother came to comfort me and said, good boy, don't cry. Riding a bike is not something you can master at once. You should learn to be strong, so that you can learn! After listening to my mother's persuasion, I tried to get up. I know what I want to do and how to do it.

On this day, I returned home early. I called my father and asked him to come down and teach me. My father and I came to the square. My father said: If the car leans to the right, you twist it to the left. If the car leans to the left, you twist it to the right. In a word, if the car leans that way, you lean in the opposite direction. I sat in the car seat and never dared to ride it. Then I remembered what my mother taught me yesterday, and I made up my mind to take a chance. Dad is holding me in the back, and I don't know when I let go. I actually learned to ride a bike. I shouted: I learned to ride a bike!

From this incident, I understand that in life, we must have the courage to try, even if we have to try. If we fail, it is very important. Try again.

This is a brave attempt. There are many attempts in life, some are brave, some are dangerous and some are interesting. As beverly sills of the United States said: "If you fail, you may be disappointed;" But if you don't try, you are doomed to fail. "

That day, I made a brave attempt. My brother and I came to the amusement park and we played for a while. I saw someone flying down from a nearby mountain (riding a glider with pulleys on it). There is a wire rope extending from the mountain to the amusement park, and the glider slips off the wire rope. My brother and I stood on the ground and watched for a while, and one of them was still smoking on the glider. It's really great. Such an exciting project! I dragged my brother up the hill and went hang gliding without thinking.

It doesn't look very high below, but we can go up together. Oh, my God! How high! I immediately discussed with my brother: "We won't play this game. So many people are waiting in line. Let's go down the mountain. " But then my brother refused to go down anyway. What a stubborn man. He said, "At first, but you said you would come up. I just came up with you. Why should I go down now? If you want to go down the mountain, go by yourself. " Well, now, I must grit my teeth and ride that terrible, terrible hang gliding.

The staff helped me untie all the ropes, and my whole body flew sideways. I gripped the front handle tightly. I looked down. Really high! At this moment, my brother called me. I thought I didn't need to skate. My brother said, "Don't be afraid, I'll buy you insurance." I gave a wry smile. I think what if the rope breaks on the way? I don't want to, come on, wish me luck! No sooner had I finished thinking than I slipped. Ah-I shouted from beginning to end. Finally, when we reached the ground, we were finally safe. My brother arrived later.

Although I was scared to death, I also grew up with a lot of courage. It was a brave attempt.

This is a brave attempt. One day last summer vacation, my father and I came to the Cultural Square. I saw many people skating there. Look! They skated freely. My heart itched and I wanted to learn skating, so I made this request to my father. Unexpectedly, my father readily agreed and bought me a pair of roller skates.

I sat in a chair, put on four-wheeled skates, and thought: It must be very simple to stand up, and I will stand up smoothly. So I stood up slowly, but I didn't expect to fall as soon as I stood up. How can you skate when you can't stand still? So I began to carefully observe the pace of people around me. Through observation, I found that the foot movements must be "splayed" and the upper body should be coordinated.

After mastering the basic movements of skating, I stood up again. This time, my attention was focused on my upper body. I accidentally fell down again. But I was not discouraged. I sat down and observed the movements of people around me. They all bent down and swung their arms back and forth to keep their balance. I stood up again, learned the movements of people around me, held the railing and slid up, and gradually my speed became faster. I thought to myself: I'm pretty good, and I learned it so quickly. I just wanted to let go of the railing and slide down, but I fell down again. Then I realized that I was skating so fast against the railing. Dad told me that maybe I focused on my upper body, which led me to wrestle again and again. So according to my father's suggestion, I shifted my focus to my feet and slid down slowly. Unexpectedly, I did not fall. I sped up and leaned forward, suddenly feeling as light as a swallow. I glided freely and blew a cool breeze, which was very cool, because it was only after I bravely tried.

Now, my skating skills are getting better and better. I feel like a swallow, I can fly freely; Like a good horse, it can run fast.

That brave attempt made me understand that no matter what you try, you may succeed or fail, but in any case, you will find something and feel something.

Teacher's comment: The whole skating process is very detailed, and the action and psychological portrayal are also very good, not bad!

This is a brave attempt. Before going out today, my mother gave me a little advice, let me stay at home with my sister for a day and try to run a life. What's so hard about that? I readily agreed.

When I came to my sister's house, I finished my homework and said to my sister, "It's time to eat now, just as the adults are not at home. Why don't we try to be a little chef today! " "good!" I have to prepare the materials before cooking. I went to my sister's backyard first, where green and red vegetables were planted. Today, I picked a big and long loofah and made a delicious loofah soup with it.

My sister and I have a clear division of labor: I peel loofah and my sister boils water. I peeled the skin with a peeler first, and it was bumpy. My sister said, "Nothing, as long as I can eat." My sister always encourages me when I am depressed. Let's fry the loofah in the pot for a few times, then boil it in water for ten minutes, and finally add seasoning to make a delicious loofah soup.

The soup is ready. Let's make another dish: steamed eggs. I took out a washed bowl first, and the egg was broken because of my bad start. I was depressed, but I didn't lose heart. I believe that failure is the mother of success. I picked up the eggshell piece by piece with my hands and tried to knock another egg hard. Haha, it worked. The egg completely slipped into the bowl. The next step is to add water, mix the eggs and water evenly, and then add seasonings to make the eggs smooth and delicious, and everything is ready. The last step "critical moment" is to steam in the pot. After a long wait of 20 minutes, the saliva almost flowed out, and finally the delicious steamed eggs were out of the pot.

Today, in the process of trying to cook, although we failed at first, after slowly exploring, my sister and I finally succeeded in cooking, very happy! This makes me more convinced that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb.

This is a brave attempt. I remember when I was in the first grade, I went out to play with my friends. My friends are riding bicycles happily in front, but I am running on my legs, which is embarrassing and pitiful. Although there is a bike at home, I can't ride it. After this time, I decided to learn to ride a bike.

One sunny day, I pushed my bike out, and before I got on it, my legs got weak. I once asked my classmates if I was afraid of learning to ride a bike. They all said they were not afraid. Well, I wish I had that much courage. I'm thinking silently. But on second thought, since everyone is not afraid, what am I afraid of? Make up my mind, I'll ask grandpa to teach me to ride a horse.

Grandpa holds the car in the back and I ride it in the front. At first, the faucet was always wobbly and out of line. Grandpa later reminded me: "Steady the faucet, steady the faucet." I quickly grabbed the faucet, and then my grandfather's voice rang again: "Step on the soles of your feet, step on the soles of your feet." It turned out that I took care of the tap and forgot to pedal. So I only focused on the front of the car and forgot the soles of my feet; Taking care of the soles of the feet and forgetting the front of the car is really a "hurry-scurry". After a while, my grandfather let go and I fell off the car. My grandfather picked me up and said sadly, "Let's give up." I didn't listen, so I got up and continued to learn ... I finally learned! After several days of continuous practice, I have been able to ride a bike skillfully!

Finally, I can fly on the country road with my friends.

That time, it was really my brave attempt. Through learning to ride a bike, I learned not to be afraid before doing anything. As long as I have confidence, there is nothing I can't do.

This is a brave attempt. This summer vacation, I bravely tried a sport, that is swimming.

Speaking of swimming, last year, I was afraid that I would sink in the water, so my mother signed me up, and I didn't have the courage to learn. So I gave up that opportunity. Just after the summer vacation this year, my mother advised me to try again. My mother said, "You are one year older this year, and your courage should grow up. Learning to swim is definitely no problem. " After listening to my mother's encouragement, I had to bite the bullet and agree to learn swimming. On the day of the first class, we changed into swimsuits in the swimming pool. The coach taught us to do warm-up exercises before going into the water, and then let us go into the water. When I entered the swimming pool, the coach taught us to hold our breath underwater. I'm very nervous now, especially flustered, and I want to cry a little. I drank a lot of water in five seconds when I first dived into the water. At this time, the coach makes me feel relaxed. I opened my mouth, took a breath, and then shut up. The second time I went into the water, I could hold it for 20 seconds and drank a lot less water. I'm so happy. The coach also praised me for doing well, so I practiced for one class. In the next few classes, I slowly learned to float in the water and swing my arms and legs. Later, the coach took me swimming back and forth in the swimming pool. I am very nervous and tired after a class, but I am very happy. I dare to do things I didn't even think about before, and I do it well. How time flies! Unconsciously, I arrived at the last class of this issue. The coach said that this class is an examination class, and if you pass the exam, you will get a certificate. With the encouragement and help of my coach, mother and classmates, I finally won my first swimming prize successfully.

Through this brave attempt and hard work, I successfully learned to swim, and I will try my best to learn various swimming methods in the future. With this exercise, I will bravely try to overcome any difficulties in the future.

This is a brave attempt. Seven ... With the screams and laughter of people, we arrived at the Peach Blossom Spring Scenic Spot in Huangshan, where there are exciting kayaks!

The tour guide reminded us to queue up and put on protective clothing and raincoats. Armed to the teeth, you are ready to fight. My heart is full of expectation and tension. Kayaks are all washed down vertically along the rapids, and the tourists in front can't help screaming and shouting. "Will I fall off the kayak so quickly and hit a stone?" With all kinds of doubts, I have butterflies in my stomach. It's our turn With extreme nervousness, I crustily skin of head and got on the kayak. "Burst, burst!" I can already hear my heartbeat, "Ah!" Before we came to our senses, we rushed down the current! At that moment, I felt as if I was going to rush out of the kayak. I clung to the handle and dared not relax. I was splashed with water and my shoes were soaked. It's so exciting and exciting All the kayaks were flooded, and everyone kept scooping water. The waves hit me and splashed all over the sky. People cheered and enjoyed surfing.

Canoeing down the river, I began to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way. The scenery on both sides of the river is beautiful, surrounded by mountains, the shallow water is crystal clear, and fish and shrimp can be seen playing in the deep water. The stream also played a "symphony", with the rushing water making a "rushing" sound and the slow water making a "rustling" sound. At this time, kayaking in the current is also a brave sport. At first, I couldn't balance. The ship kept spinning and I completely lost my sense of direction. Grandma told me that it was skillful. Two people in the same boat should cooperate, and the boat leans in one direction. Then the other side started paddling. When the ship is balanced, they row together, that is, they must constantly cooperate with each other, because this current is. It turns out that boating has so much knowledge! In this way, we drifted all the way, drifting in the wind, really comfortable. I sang the familiar song "Let's row, and the boat will push the waves away ..."

Canoeing, whitewater, paddling and drifting all the way are almost over, and we are reluctant to go ashore. Although rowing all the way is very hard, it is a brave attempt, and I am proud of my bravery!

This is a brave attempt. Everyone has a dream in his heart. Even if it is small, it is full of emotions, and often you will encounter all kinds of difficulties on the way to learn it, so overcome it! Create your own blue sky!

The hot sun solidified, and beads of sweat rolled down drop by drop. There was no noise around, as if everything had stopped running. I looked at the brand-new skates in front of me. May I?

I remember when I first became interested in roller skates, it was unusual. I've been thinking about it all day, pestering my mother to take me to the square to watch others skate every day. Obsession makes my mouth water. More than once, I fantasized about putting on skates and flying on the road like a bird flying at low altitude. It is this fascination with skating that makes my mother buy me a pair of skates.

My mind went back to this time. I still sat on the ground and didn't get up for a long time, facing my mother's eyes that were a little disappointed but full of confidence in me. I feel a little ashamed. I was anxious to ensure that I would insist, but now I have the mentality of giving up. I'm in a dilemma and can't decide. The villains on both sides are just fighting. I suddenly made a big decision, stood up again, gritted my teeth and endured the pain of wrestling many times just now. My mother looked at me with a smile, surprised and happy. I walked forward step by step. First, I grabbed the wall and gradually loosened my hand. When I was not careful, my foot slipped and I almost kissed the earth again. I can't help breaking out in a cold sweat. After some "fighting" with roller skates, I finally crossed this hurdle and learned to skate. This brave attempt made my feathers fuller and made me realize one thing:

Believe in yourself and take a brave step, then there will be a bright blue sky in front of you!

This is a brave attempt. On the road of life, there will always be many attempts, and what impressed me the most is that brave attempt.

It was this summer vacation, and my parents took me to Rizhao, a beautiful seaside town. I'm going to see the sea I've always dreamed of. I had a good time singing along the way!

As soon as I got off the bus, the blue sea and golden beach were displayed in front of me, which made me relaxed and happy. I quickly put on my bathing suit, grabbed the swimming ring from my father and ran towards the sea!

But just as I was about to step into the sea, I stopped. The sea is cold and deep! Will I be caught in the sea? At the thought of here, I dare not step into the sea. Just when I was imagining things, my father rushed over and told me to go to the seaside. He saw the fear in my heart and knew that I was afraid to go into the sea. He encouraged me to say, "Baby, don't be afraid, try and be brave." I hesitated. I'd better trust my father. They are all fine in the sea, and I will be fine in the sea. Besides, I have a swimming ring. So I put my foot into the sea and walked in the direction of my father. Before long, waves came at me, and I was particularly scared. Dad said, "Baby, don't be afraid. Take my hand and jump with me." I held my father's big hand tightly with my little hand, and then a big wave came at us. I listened to my father's words and easily jumped over the waves together, jumping several times in a row. I'm gradually able to jump the waves by myself.

Then my father taught me to swim, and I adapted to it for a while in the water. Gradually, I no longer need my father's help, and my courage is getting bigger and bigger. I let go of my father's hand and made a splash unconsciously, then my arm moved and my foot kicked forward a little. After several attempts, I found that I could go into the water by myself and learned to swim simply. Mom and dad praised me for being brave!

This is my brave attempt. It taught me not to be afraid to back down when doing anything. I must have the courage to try to challenge myself to succeed!

This is a brave attempt. I am a timid girl, afraid to ride a bike, dare not skate, dare not sleep alone in a room ... until the summer vacation, I made a brave attempt.

One sunny afternoon, I said to my father, "It's a beautiful day. Let's go out and play!" " "Dad smiled and said," Good! " Then push out a bike from the back. I was shocked and shouted, "Dad, riding a bike will make me fall.". I don't want to learn to ride a bike. " At this time, my father's face immediately turned from sunny to heavy rain, and he said maliciously, "You coward, you must learn today." "I had to follow my father to the open space of the community to learn to ride a bike.

I sat on the bike slowly, and my father firmly held the back seat of the bike and said to me, "Look ahead and pedal hard." I was scared, but I nodded slowly and did it according to my father's method. The bicycle zigzagged along. Dad added, "Hold the faucet with your hand so that the bike can go straight ahead." I did what my father asked wholeheartedly. I rode faster and farther. I only heard the wind whistling through my ears, and I was very excited. I thought to myself, "It's not difficult to ride a bike!"

Inadvertently, "Oh, it hurts!" I fell heavily to the ground. I cried at once and refused to ride a bike again. At this time, my father gently stroked my head and said, "Everyone who learns to ride a bike has experienced wrestling. How can you give up because of a little setback? You have to be a brave girl! " I held back my tears, rubbed my injured area, and continued to practice on my bike. Ride once, twice, three times ... finally you can ride safely!

Through this attempt, I realized that courage is not afraid of difficulties and setbacks, aiming at the goal and going forward bravely!

Writing a composition is a brave attempt 1 1 I often see other children riding bicycles in small groups, shouting friends; Skilled movements, such as flowing water, always have a somewhat complacent look, and I am envious in my heart. I wish I were like them. So, I asked my father to teach me to ride a bike.

At the weekend, we came to a small park where there were many children my age. Some of them are skating, some are skipping rope, some are running ... My father and I found a clearing to prepare for my driving trip.

Before riding a bike, my father said he would tell me some essentials, but I couldn't listen at all. I think: it's not easy to ride a bike, as long as you can get on and off and brake. But unexpectedly, the difficulty of cycling is beyond my imagination! As soon as I got on the bus, my bike got out of control and wobbled like a drunk. Fortunately, my father helped me in time, otherwise I would have fallen. With my father's help, I managed to get on the bus and try to keep my balance on the bike.

Terror is yet to come! As soon as I got on the bike, the wheels kept turning under my feet. I was afraid of falling, so I stepped on it hard. It seems that the bicycle suddenly turned into a bison, rampaging, ignoring my instructions and almost hitting passers-by, which frightened me. I kind of wanted to give up, and my father encouraged me to say, "Try again, will you?" I'm behind you. Don't be afraid. Brake early. "After listening to my father's words, I immediately cheered up, got on the bus again and started riding again. I tried my best to control the direction with my hands. My right foot stepped on the pedal of my bicycle and my left foot slowly left the ground. Amazingly, my previous timidity disappeared, followed by excitement. With the help of my father, I learned the basic movements of getting on and off, braking and turning. The more you ride, the more confident you are, and the better you ride. I think riding a bike is great.

Through this brave attempt, I understand a truth: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind. No matter what you do, it is always difficult at first, but as long as you are willing to work hard, you will always succeed in the end. Now I am a good cyclist.

Writing 12 is a brave attempt. When I was a child, I planted a brave seedling in my heart. May it thrive. Every challenge adds fertilizer and bathes in sunshine. I hope that one day, it will become the most lush and stout brave tree in the forest.

On a cool night, my parents and I came to the sports park to play. Cicadas are playing in the trees by the river and singing beautiful songs; At night, the Haohe River sparkles with fluorescence, and waves come in from time to time.

I came to the net rope and looked up at the tall one. I can't help wondering, ah! It's as high as a floor! I stepped back, and the brave tree in my heart began to wither slowly. At this time, two elves emerged in my mind, one brave and the other flinched. Brave elves constantly encouraged me to summon up courage to overcome difficulties; But the shrinking elf shook his head. "No, courage does not necessarily bring success. Besides, the net rope is so high. What if you accidentally break your leg? " When the two elves said something, I quarreled without a word, and neither of them would let anyone. I quickly separated them, paused and drove the shrinking elf away. I strode to the net rope, used my hands and feet, bravely climbed the first step, the first step, the second step and the third step, and finally climbed to the highest section. At this time, I began to be afraid again: "How to translate?" Look down at the ground. It's okay not to look. At the sight of the big stone in my heart, the shrinking elf began to stir again. Suddenly, I thought of that brave tree. If I shrink back, it won't get nutrition. So, I settled down, grabbed the railing with both hands and walked to the other side with my legs lifted. It worked! Finally succeeded! I overcame my fear and drove away the shrinking elf!

I remember when I was a child, when I practiced walking, I would fall down after a few steps. At that time, I always cried to my parents. Now, even if there is no big difficulty, I won't trip over it. I will try to stand up and strut on the road to success!

This is a brave attempt. 13 The annual year-end holiday is coming again. Mom saw me doing nothing at home, so she signed me up for a life camp. As I am an introverted child, I can't help taking part in this activity. Because I can't refuse my mother.

Early that morning, I put my backpack in my mother's car. After breakfast, I got on the bus slowly. My mother drove me to an unknown place. The environment there is beautiful, as beautiful as a painting. I took a breath of fresh air and spit it out slowly.

There are dozens of children my age. In this way, I started my first life camp. The battalion commander is an experienced middle school student. He showed us around our room. We have twenty campers. There are ten men and ten women respectively. There happen to be four rooms there. Therefore, there are five campers in one room.

On the first day, we will have a cooking competition, and each group will cook a good dish separately. We won the recognition there with delicious fried rice.

The next day is the election game, a * * *, five levels. Our group narrowly beat other groups by two to one and won the championship. At that time, I gradually became cheerful, probably because I contacted more items! I also made some friends, and we got along well.

Soon it was the third day. After breakfast, we played the last game-rock climbing. At first, I was afraid to play this game because I was afraid. Later, because of the support and encouragement of the campers, I bravely stepped out of this step. Although I didn't make it to the top in the end, I still feel very happy, because I beat myself and all the brave attempts.

On the last day of the life camp, the battalion commander held a small graduation ceremony. I won a "Best Courage Award" and a certificate. After bidding farewell to the campers, I reluctantly embarked on the road home.

After the life camp, I found that I grew up and matured a lot. I became braver, too. I didn't want to join the life camp. I suddenly found that the original life camp was not as terrible as I thought, and I was glad that I had the opportunity to participate in it.

This life camp has benefited me a lot. I hope to have the opportunity to participate in various life camps in the future. I will never forget my first rock climbing experience, because it was a brave attempt.

This is a brave attempt. Everyone will try in life, but my attempt is different. I tried to cook by myself, although it was not very successful, but it felt particularly delicious.

That night, I was playing computer when I heard the phone call. I ran to pick up the phone at once. Hearing my mother's voice, I thought, what is my mother going to cook for me tonight? Braised pork ribs or sweet and sour pork tenderloin? "Mom won't come back to get things at night." Broke my beautiful imagination. My mother hung up before I knew it. I looked at it. It's past six. It's time for dinner. But I found nothing at home and no snacks. I'm so anxious that I don't want to eat anything tonight, but my stomach urges me to give up this idea. When I got to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, I found only a few eggs and a bowl of leftover rice at noon, so I tried to cook my own dinner.

I opened the cupboard, took out a bowl, broke the eggshell, and then put the eggs in the bowl and stirred them. When I heated the pot and heard the sound of "bang", I couldn't help but panic. I secretly put the egg down, and immediately heard the sound of "scratching", so I dared not go near the pot. I carefully picked up the spatula, turned the eggs in the pan a few times, and there was a "scratching" sound. This time it was like bombing a camp, and the oil kept jumping out. I put the rice down and stirred it a few times ... I took a bite of some eggs and there was a "click" sound. When I saw the tiny eggshell in the egg, I thought: This is far from what my mother did. Let's eat together ... although the meal tonight is not very delicious, I still feel very full.

Writing a composition 15 is a brave attempt. Looking at a skating child, skating is very flexible, which really makes me envy. However, when I put on my skates, the two wheels below just don't listen to my control. It's unpleasant to fall on the dog mud, and there are many sympathetic eyes, so it's a little scary to put on these "slippery" skates.

Curiosity inspired me, and I tried to put on skates, like walking a tightrope, carefully. After wriggling, I finally stood firm and began to "walk" slowly against the railing, leaving sweaty handprints on the railing. As you can imagine, I am too nervous to relax. Grasping the iron bars is grasping my pounding heart. Next time I went down the mountain, I was sweating like a pig. "Ouch, it hurts!" I frowned tightly, touched my ass with both hands and began to cry, and tears poured out at once. I struggled to stand up because my shoes were too heavy, but the skates seemed to be joking with me. When the wheel skidded, I couldn't stop the car and ran into the wall with a big bag on my forehead. I really want to give up, but seeing the mocking eyes of the little boy younger than me, my indomitable spirit came up again. My feet began to slide slowly, a little bit, and it was important to move. I forgot the pain.

I know I must stick to everything I do. Only by bravely trying can we get rid of fear. I will stick to it and overcome difficulties in the future.

A month later, I learned to skate. This month, I skated every day and persisted. Finally, like those children I yearn for, I walk freely in the community, which makes those who look at me full of envy. I will tell them that if you try bravely, there will be good results, and so can you.