I have my own taste, writing by hand.

1. Even brave people sometimes despair with my handwritten composition of less than 450 words.

No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak.

No matter how confident you are, sometimes you feel inferior.

When your tired legs straddle the threshold of success and failure; When your faint footprints step through an unmanned post station; When your bleeding heart falls into the abyss of confusion; When your efforts turn into a midnight breeze ... what are you expecting? How I wish someone could wake me up from the darkness!

Teacher, do you remember? When I was encouraged by you, I stood up timidly from my seat and stuttered to answer the questions in public, you gave me an encouraging look.

Teacher, do you remember? When I finished answering the question, your sentence was "OK!" "There is progress, but we still need to work hard!" ..... To my delight, I began to change from inferiority to self-confidence and began to talk about the world.

Teacher, do you remember? When I am content with the status quo, too satisfied, but not satisfied, thank you for waking up the dreamer: there are more beautiful scenery ahead, so why stop behind the wild flowers on the roadside.

Teacher, do you remember? When I thought I was full of bows, I didn't have the ability to dig, but you reminded me that people's potential is infinite, so work hard! Come on! You are sure to enjoy the more beautiful scenery ahead. I wish you great success and further progress!

2. Give an essay entitled "I want my taste" and grow like a five-flavor bottle full of ups and downs. Growth is like running water, changing slowly, sometimes turbulent and sometimes silent. They never stop changing, and they never stop. At this moment, let me turn the wheel of memory and relive the sweetest time!

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It was my seventh birthday. I am as happy as a cow and sheep out of the gate, and I have long forgotten the pressure of homework. Pretending to sit at the table and draw, I am always making "abacus": Today, where will my parents take me to be "happy" on such a grand day? A dazzling array of big letters, mouth-watering Venice, or my favorite island of Jusco. ...

Ding-dong-Mom and Dad must be back!

My heart was full of honey, so I ran to open the door happily, ha! As expected, it is really mom and dad!

But they solemnly told me that they would not go out today because it was too cold. It's like they don't even know my birthday!

My mood suddenly plummeted! Just now, I stood on the high mountain peak, dreaming of all the beautiful sights that are about to appear. Now, I can almost clearly hear the sound of my little heart breaking piece by piece. Is there anything more cruel in the world?

I listlessly went to the shower room, and in the empty space, the repressed tears finally flowed down unscrupulously. It turns out that in the eyes of mom and dad, my current status is so insignificant! But I clearly remember that when I was a child, my parents were very grand and lively with me every birthday. I am like a little princess in a fairy tale, with the most beautiful and enchanting skirt, the best cake and the sweetest memories in the world. ...

With great effort, I finally got dressed.

I opened the door.

Hi! Those at the door are mom and dad. They jumped up with a loud cry, holding a beautifully wrapped gift in their hands.

I am so surprised! At that moment, I really wanted to fly to the heights of the clouds and announce my happiness to the whole world. I opened the present, which was my dream princess Barbie and watch. I really want to jump three feet!

Although I didn't go anywhere that day, I still tasted a wonderful taste of special happiness. I'm so happy. It turns out that the greatest happiness is what you least expect!

Growth is like a winding stone road. Stumbling on the road. But after that, you will feel extremely happy, and you may have such happy memories.

The taste of growing up

Time flies, from childhood to youth, it has been 16 spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the ups and downs of growing up are still vivid, yes! I had beauty and happiness, I had pain and anxiety, I experienced excitement and * * *, and I also won a green olive …

I remember when I first entered middle school, my "eternal hatred" was caused by my "slip" in the entrance examination. During that time, I seemed to be floating in the sea, aimless and at a loss, and the past was unbearable. However, my good friend also made a bad start, but he flew happily as before. Once, she came to me and whispered, "A temporary failure is not a lifetime failure!" " "I'm chewing this sentence, which is very attractive and contains some philosophical words. Indeed! I want to cheer up! Next time will be better, won't it?

So, she and I are struggling in the crack of time. ...

One hot summer, the ruthless sun scorched the earth. She and I sat in front of the window-a window without a breeze-doing exercises, and the sweat kept flowing downwards, as if we were joining in the fun. Let's all stand aside and stay away from the nonsense of "being calm and naturally cool"! I really can't sit still. I just want to eat a popsicle and blow a cool breeze. I said to her, "Hey! Let's have a rest! It's still early anyway! " She turned her head and stared and said, "You are the one who wants to succeed, and you must not fail! You are the one who wants to succeed and doesn't want to struggle! Do you think that as long as you pray, pies will fall from the sky? " She said angrily, picked up the book and went home. She is never angry, and she is never angry with me. She fired at me for the first time! Feeling guilty and ashamed, I decided to redouble my efforts. After all, "perseverance can open the stone; Perseverance, rotten wood can't be carved! "

After continuous efforts, finally, my grades are rising. At the class election meeting, due to the support of teachers and classmates, I took the post of monitor. What an honor it is! In the applause of my classmates, my eyes were moist. For a long time, my mouth was full of a green olive, sour and astringent. Finally, I realized the sweetness hidden in it. I told her the news as soon as I got home. She nodded and smiled. I want to thank her. She taught me what struggle is and what success is, and I really understood what a true friend is.

In the streamer, the cherry turns red, the plantain turns green, and we smile brightly. Because we know that in a certain chapter of each other's lives, there is a beautiful bright spot of youth flashing constantly. ...

How do junior high school students write about my freedom and my taste?

For us, freedom has almost become a "luxury". Isn't it boring to do homework at home?

If only I were free and unrestrained every day. So I want to protect freedom, just to prevent it from being lost. You may think, "Will freedom be lost? In fact, freedom is sometimes like a child who likes to run around. He ran away when people ignored him. Once when the exam was approaching and I was ready to get a good grade, I stepped up my review. At the end of the exam, it was 98 points. At this time, I will relax. As a result, I suddenly found that freedom was gone. I hurried to find it, and it took me a long time to find it on the side of the road. This is a false alarm.

After that, I paid great attention, so my freedom never ran away. There is a book that is said to be special. I forgot the title. I only remember reading it. It has little to do with children's freedom. It is completely freedom in the eyes of adults. It should be renamed freedom in the eyes of adults.

In the future, I will let myself and others be free. I will ask others to go downstairs to play and bring them freedom.

I really hope that all our children will be free and happy in the future.

My taste

The taste of youth is like sweet litchi.

The word "excellent" was added to the exercise book, and a red star was added to the appraisal column. The girls burst into hearty laughter. Listening to the new jokes made up by classmates, I feel sweet in my heart. Youth is doing what you want to do and laughing happily. You can cry if you want. There is no limit, and there is no need to suppress. Whether you win or lose, you are wise and confident, and you are not afraid of failure! The freedom of youth, let me laugh heartily behind the sunshine, and steal happiness when I have nothing to do. ...

Youth tastes like sour lemon.

When I got up in the morning, I suddenly found a small pimple on my forehead. I squeezed left and right in front of the mirror, sweating profusely, but my acne didn't get smaller. At this time, I was in distress situation, like eating a sour grape, and suddenly I felt unspeakable.

The taste of youth is like bitter coffee.

Studying abroad far away from my family made my youth miserable. But I will never be intimidated by difficulties, just like mellow coffee. Although it tastes bitter, it has a different taste. However, youth, the simplest, most beautiful and unforgettable page of life, I won't let my troubles ruin her. Looking up, I found no pains, no gains. ...

The taste of youth is like fresh grapefruit.

Being fresh and curious about all popular things is an indispensable part of youth. I like reading campus novels, listening to pop music and even being idolized. It is this passion that makes youth belong to us.

If these flavors are mixed together, what kind of flavor will it be? It may be sweet and sour, bitter and sweet, and a little fragrance. Just call this taste "my taste"! Because it is this smell that has created my colorful youth.

The taste of youth, like sweet litchi, sour lemon, bitter coffee and fresh grapefruit, is full of flavor. ...

If an angel asks me what I want, I will definitely ask "my taste"!

I smell of (). I tasted happiness.

I still remember one winter, the north wind roared. In the morning, I cough as soon as I get up. When my mother heard the cough, she got up quickly, put on her clothes and warmed me a glass of milk. Milk is hot. Although my mother was very cold, she handed me the milk first. Although I don't usually like to drink milk, I still drank it at one breath. There was a smile on mother's face. After breakfast, my mother took me to the hospital.

My mother and I went to the hospital. The doctor said that my tonsils were inflamed and told me that I must have an injection at once. Because I was very young at that time and felt that the injection was very painful, I said to my mother, "Mom, the injection is very painful. I don't want an injection. " My mother said to me in a soothing tone, "It doesn't matter, just an injection." My mother persuaded me for a long time before I agreed to the injection. My mother will take me home after the injection.

After I got home, I had dinner. My mother made me a pack of medicine. When it was done, she handed it to me and said, "Drink it quickly." I took a sip and said, "Oh dear! It's too bitter for me to drink. " My mother frowned and said to me in a stern tone, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when most is unpleasant is good for action. Drink quickly. " I had no choice but to listen to my mother and drink the medicine. My mother takes care of me every day. In a few days, I recovered from my illness and I was alive and kicking again.

This time I tasted happiness and felt my mother's love.

5. Write a composition with "taste", a life movement of about 500 words-a symphony of pots and pans. The colors of life-red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. What about the taste of life? Nature is a bittersweet bottle. Don't believe it? Then go and experience it!

Sour feeling

Alas, I'm sure I'll fail this exam because of my boring Chinese and math. When the results were announced, the teacher's laughter was sour, our noses were sour, the teacher's words were sour, and our eyes were sour, as if everyone was chewing a green olive in his mouth. "What's the use of crying? The exam doesn't believe in tears. " The monitor said to the students. "Yes, dry your tears, find yourself and move forward bravely. What is a failure! " Perhaps it is this green olive that will make us unforgettable in the future!

Sweet enjoyment

"Wow ..." Applause rang out in my ears, and my heart was filled with joy. My efforts for more than a year were not in vain, and my calligraphy finally won the prize. Listening to the congratulations of my classmates, I felt a sweet feeling in my heart. On the way home from school, how crisp the birds sing, how gorgeous the flowers bloom and how happy the river is. They are also sharing this sweetness with me. I will speed up my steps and bring this sweetness to my parents.

bitter taste

Sweet, but bitter. Learning life is a bitter feeling. No, the math teacher just finished copying two blackboard assignments, and the Chinese teacher brought another paper. The teacher said, "Digest well." It's really "homework rustling endlessly, papers rolling in." Few students don't stick out their tongues and don't beat around the bush. It's bitter!

Spicy experience

"Wow, you did really well in the exam!" There is a hint of acrimony in the students' words. I bowed my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red score on the test paper, wondering whether I was happy or sad. The teacher is still praising me for doing well in the exam. "Hum!" Some students curled their lips and narrowed their eyes, and some students looked at me doubtfully ... I buried my head lower and didn't want to see my classmates' spicy eyes. But my face is surprisingly hot, like Chili sauce. What shall we do? I finally got up the courage, grabbed the paper with disgraceful grades and walked to the teacher. Spicy taste, I don't want to experience it again.

Life is a cup of tea, you must savor it. Sweet and sour, red, yellow, blue and green, weaving life into a sweet song and a colorful painting. Let's experience it, and you will find it colorful.

I tasted success. There are successes and failures in a person's life.

Perhaps failure accounts for 80%, while success only accounts for 20%, so success is commendable, and the taste of success is unusual and insignificant. I have had success and tasted it.

I was an advanced placement student in the first grade. I'm not in the sixth grade, so it's not as easy as others to study the first grade course. English, in particular, is often left far behind in exams because its vocabulary and grammar are not as good as others. I was depressed, but I never got discouraged. I know that success is achieved through hard work. I study hard, listen carefully, write carefully and read carefully, but my mid-term exam results are only a few eighties.

I am sad. I remember that day, I cried all night, and I really didn't want to learn English anymore.

I paid twice as much sweat as others, but I got this result. Maybe not hard enough, or maybe the method is wrong.

Stubborn, I am determined to "make a comeback." In the second half of the semester, I study harder. I leave time for others to have breakfast and recite English words. I insist on reading English for half an hour every day.

My mother bought me three English tutoring materials. I write and practice every day. In a blink of an eye, on the day of the exam, I felt my heart beating faster and my blood flowing faster.

During the exam, I did every question carefully, for fear that I might make mistakes because of carelessness. After the exam, I felt ok, but I was still scared. After all, I failed in the English exam once and fell here, so I was afraid.

Many things happen, and finally I jumped from 80 points to 90 points in the final exam. Seeing this kind of achievement, I jumped so high at once ... from this incident, I understood that the taste of success is sweet and sour.

Because only by being tempered by failure and constantly striving for self-improvement can you feel the joy of success. I tasted friendship. Who has no friends? But has anyone ever thought about what friendship is like? One day, my friend asked this question, which made me think deeply.

What's the smell of friendship? Every time I am discouraged, it is the comfort and encouragement of my friends that make me cheer up and continue to work hard. Warm words were introduced into the ears, which made people feel sore and moved to tears.

Oh, so friendship is sour! After work and study every day, there are always friends around me laughing and laughing, which makes me smile all the time. Everyone's laughter drove away the fatigue of my day, and my heart was as sweet as honey.

Oh, so friendship is sweet! Between friends, it is inevitable that there will be some bumps. The strong friendship that has been established with great difficulty will naturally not be broken by this small hurdle. Of course, what is needed is tolerance and humility between friends.

After reconciliation, the mood is naturally very comfortable. But before reconciliation, it kept me awake all night.

Oh, so friendship is bitter! When a few good friends are together, it is inevitable to satirize a few words in a joking tone. Laugh without being hit; But once you are "beaten", it feels like eating Chili, and you can't laugh or cry.

Oh, so friendship is spicy. Now, I understand that the taste of friendship is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.

In fact, no matter what the taste is, there is an ingredient in it-sincerity. I tasted the joy of learning. Time flies, time flies.

In a blink of an eye, the happy time of my fifth grade passed like a clock, and the problems increased bit by bit, but I could still work it out under my own thinking. If you can be like me, you will have great fun.

"Tintin, Tintin." As the bell rang, students came into the classroom one after another. My heart was very uneasy, like a drum, because there was an exam today.

The teacher walked to the front of the platform, looked at each student sternly, and handed out the test paper without saying anything. Obviously, this test paper is somewhat difficult. I looked at the test paper and encouraged myself again to work hard.

At first, I did it like a flowing stream, but when I got to the next few questions, I was stumped. I tried to think and think, but there was no result. Suddenly I had a brainwave and came up with a drawing method.

I knew it before I finished painting, and I was secretly pleased. In the future, as long as I encounter problems, I will adopt the method of drawing.

I am also glad that I can use my quick wits. I walked all the way and looked down, ah! I'm really glad there's only one last question left, but I think: all the papers I usually make are very difficult, and this paper is no exception! I read the questions quickly, hey! Sure enough, this problem is much more difficult than the one above, but I have a unique skill-drawing, and this problem is not a problem.

I painted for a long time and did it for a long time, yeah! I still can't do it. I looked at my watch and it was only 10 minutes. Thinking about it, the sweat of the bean is rolling down.

Suddenly, I seemed to have an inspiration, picked up a pen and wrote it in detail. It turns out that this problem has turned a little better. As long as you understand it deeply, the answer will come out soon.

It seems that learning is still so fun! Fun is not given by others, but created and felt by yourself. This is the way to learn. I have tasted the happiness of life, sometimes it is happy, and sometimes it is sad.

Of course, I am no exception. In my life, happiness is always more than sadness.

Because every success is my greatest happiness. In my life, I learned a lot of knowledge; Strong friends; Learned a lot of life tips ... knowledge.

I didn't just learn it from class. I have many ways to acquire knowledge.

I like reading. Books are like a golden key that can open the door of knowledge. I like watching TV. Television can take me around the world, appreciate local handicrafts, watch those lovely animals and visit the living habits there ... I like traveling. During the trip, I can learn to make many small handicrafts and learn about the excellent quality of the local people.

I fell in love with the Internet. On the internet, I can find a lot of knowledge in a topic and record it all. friends.

Besides being strong in school, there are other things.

7. Smell of harvest

Life is like a seasoning bottle, it has everything. Everyone will taste it. Among the many flavors, what I remember most is the sour and sweet taste.

Since we moved to our new home, my mother and I often go to the yard outside the door. There is a simple reason. Our family has a vegetable garden. This vegetable garden used to be overgrown with weeds and thorns everywhere. But now my mother has kept it in order.

In the early spring, my parents and I dug up the bricks in the soil first, then turned over the soil and sprinkled some fertilizer, so we could plant the land! Mother planted loofah and vegetables. Leek, tomato. Pepper and other seedlings. At first, they were listless, drooping their heads and lying limply on the ground, but after a few days, they all stood up, full of energy, and their leaves stood up like a group of soldiers with high morale. Among them, several kinds of loofah grow fastest. I used to be taller than it every day. It reached my waist, my neck and my eyes. But before long, I can't compare with them. They just grew up for half a month, much taller than me!

We water vegetables, fertilize them and catch insects every day. When watering, my mother pressed the nozzle with a hose, and the water droplets were sprayed out in an umbrella shape, just like rain. It's really fun and simple. So I gave it a try, but I couldn't control the current well and made myself a "drowned rat". Mom smiled and said, you think of yourself as a seedling, and you still need to water it!

So under the careful care of my mother and I, I grow up every day and have surprises every day. Pepper is very delicate and well-made. Loofah held high the yellow trumpet and blossomed; Tomatoes beep and bear fruit; Vegetables are lush and tall. Bitter gourd dragged from east to west and survived. We observe them every day, and every growth and change, every surprise, makes my mother and I applaud. This is a lovely plant paradise. I saw them, just like my old friends. Don't you believe it? As long as I walked beside them, they gently waved green leaves, shook delicate yellow flowers, purple flowers and red flowers, and smiled and nodded at me.

Suddenly one day, I found a tomato ripe. I held my breath and stared at it carefully. It is red all over, like a fist, and smells with its nose. It gives off fresh fragrance and sunshine. I gently took it off, cut it open, and shared the fruits of victory with my mother and grandmother. This is our own. I got my share, and with a little bite, the juice came out. Sour and sweet. It's delicious and makes me relaxed and happy!

The sour and sweet taste is still in my heart, and I think that is the taste of harvesting fruits.

From this smell, I thought a lot. A plant needs to absorb nutrients from the ground and grow hard. People are the same. It takes hard work and wisdom to bear rich fruits.

8. I tasted ~ ~. I have tasted more than 600 words of happiness.

Happiness is a cup of tea, which can make people relaxed and happy; Happiness is a breeze that can blow away the summer heat; Happiness is a flame that can warm a cold heart; Happiness is a clear spring, which can nourish the young soul; Happiness is a feeling that brings me infinite good memories.

Happiness is in mom's hands. On a cold winter morning, the cold wind was howling outside. My mother got up with clothes on and put a glass of fresh and pure milk in the stove. After a while, the milk became hot and the aroma was refreshing. My mother forgot that she was cold and hungry, and carefully handed me a cup of fragrant milk with her warm hands. I swallowed my drink in one gulp, and my mother's face showed a smile. And that full of happiness touched my heart from my tongue and made me taste the taste of happiness.

Happiness is on dad's forehead. Spring is blooming, and it is easy to get sick. My father handed me a bag of common Radix Isatidis medicine, and I asked my father to help me make it. Father made a cup carefully, and I took a sip slowly. Ah, it's really bitter. Dad, it's too bitter. I don't want to drink. Dad frowned gravely. "Spring is the easiest time to get sick. Drink it quickly. Bitter pills may have wholesome effect. Advice is hard to listen to. Drink quickly. " That smile is a moment, but it is full of silent fatherly love. At the moment, the medicine seems to be sweet, as sweet as fruit juice. I think this is the taste of happiness.

Happiness is on grandpa's face. In hot summer, I can only stay in the air-conditioned room all day. I feel bored and irritable. My grandfather was very distressed, so he braved the scorching sun and bought me some story books in the bookstore alone. When he got home, sweat soaked his clothes, his face was red with the sun and sweat appeared on his forehead. Pass me the book gently. I'm excited. I'm not lonely anymore. Grandpa also has a bright smile on his face, which seems to be happier than getting a new book.

Happiness hangs around grandma's neck. In autumn, the weather is particularly humid. Grandma's rheumatic spinal pain has recurred. As long as she exercises every day, it hurts like hell. When I came home from school, I was so hungry that I grabbed a cold steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it in my mouth. Grandma saw it and quickly took it off. If you want to eat, you must heat it before eating. Come on, I'll heat it up for you. "But grandma, your illness." Before I finished, grandma had turned on the gas stove. While waiting by, I clearly saw the painful expression on my grandmother's face. Steamed buns are hot. Although I have been biting, I can't swallow it. Tears accumulated in my throat.

The bluebird who tells the story of happiness once said, "Happiness is around". Now, I have tasted happiness, which is a touch, a feeling, and a longing for beauty.

9. I have tasted it, and there are thousands of them. The taste like candy is sweet; The taste like tears is salty; The taste like vinegar is sour, and the taste like green pepper is spicy ... I have tasted all these flavors, but that time, I tasted the bitter taste like dark chocolate, which I will never forget in my life, more bitter than bitter gourd.

It was an English exam and I was full of confidence. I thought I was sure to get more than 90 points in the exam. However, when the test paper really came out, I was on the verge of collapse. My score is ugly this time, because it's so bad that I can't accept it myself. Seeing the bright red score on this test paper, my consciousness couldn't help floating to the day of the exam.

On the day of the exam, the old test paper was handed out, and I wrote it without thinking. After the exam, I didn't check it carefully, which led to many mistakes in my choice. However, after the exam, I didn't turn over the books in time to verify the answer. Therefore, I did so badly in the exam that all my mistakes were due to my own arrogance, too blind and arrogant, and I can't blame others.

Looking back now, I only feel very regretful. Why didn't I check the test paper after I finished it? Why do I have confidence in myself? Why didn't I do well in the exam? To be honest, it feels bad to go from heaven to hell.

I suddenly understood that it is better to ask for help than to ask for help. Instead of complaining here, try your best. However, others regard you with special respect and make the teacher feel that you are working hard and you are making progress.

In fact, it's as delicious as dark chocolate. Bitter first, then sweet!