Memory composition 400 words

Memory composition of 400 words Part 1

What do you think is the happiest thing? That is of course the happiest time to play!

On May Day, our family went to Zhenjiang to play. The most unforgettable thing there was not the nationally famous Jinshan Temple, but an ordinary playground.

When we passed by an amusement park, I found that it was crowded with people. Seeing this scene, I gently said to my mother: "I want to play too!" My mother agreed, and my sister and I couldn't help but cheered.

When I walked into the playground, I said, "I want to play in the ghost cave!" But my mother was a coward and refused to go in, so I had to go in with my sister. The two of us were very brave. We bought tickets and rushed into the "Ghost Cave" on the electric train. The ghost cave is so spooky and terrifying. It's completely dark inside, but there are magical and creepy monsters "hiding" in this "black hole". My sister and I felt like our hearts would jump out when we saw it. Suddenly, a monster more than two meters high "pounced" at me, which scared me out of my mind. I quickly covered my eyes with my hands, huddled up, and my feet became weak with fear. Fortunately this is false, otherwise, I would have been eaten long ago.

As soon as we escaped the monster, a timed dinosaur ran toward me from the left. I quickly closed my eyes, raised my fists, and kicked my feet, ready to wait for it to catch up. I kicked it a few times and fought with it. But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the timed dinosaur had already fled far away. Maybe it was scared away by my actions...

After leaving the ghost cave, we also played the thrilling Sliding Dragon , aerial roller coaster, rotating helicopter, each of these games is very thrilling and exciting. I really want to stay in the amusement park and never leave. 400-word narrative essay 2

Once upon a time, there were two beautiful flowers in a clearing in the forest. One flower was named Meimei, and the other was named Liangliang. Meimei and Liangliang were the two. good friend.

One day, Liangliang said: "Meimei, I really want to see what the outside world is like?" Meimei said: "Hey, I want to too! It's a pity that our roots grow in It’s very deep in the soil, so we can’t walk.” From this day on, Meimei and Liangliang wanted to see the outside world and see what it was like.

One night, Liangliang had a strange dream. He dreamed that he could walk! It walked and walked, and finally walked out of the open space over there and came to the outside world. The peach blossoms showed their pink faces, the river sang happily, and the little swallows flew freely in the sky... Liangliang shouted loudly: "How wonderful!" What a beautiful world!”

The next morning, Liangliang woke up and told Meimei about the dream she had had last night. Meimei was very surprised when she heard this and said, "Ah! Is the outside world really as beautiful as you said?" "Of course!" Liangliang said loudly.

In the evening, Meimei also had a dream exactly like Liangliang. Meimei is extremely happy!

Time passes day by day. Although their wishes have not been realized, they still live happily. Narrative Composition 400 Words Part 3

Ever since the hare and the tortoise raced, they have always wanted to compete with the tortoise. Once, the hare went to the tortoise’s house and asked for a race. The tortoise agreed to the hare’s request. They Decided to compete in the Forest Games.

The Forest Games finally arrived. The tortoise and the rabbit both arrived early. They drank water first, then moved their legs and feet, and were fully prepared.

The game started. The hare used his advantage to throw the tortoise down a few meters. The tortoise did not give up and was still running forward desperately. The distance between the hare and the tortoise gradually widened. Before the hare ran far, the tortoise disappeared. The rabbit saw a big tree and wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but he thought of the lesson he learned last time and didn't dare to rest anymore. He continued to run as hard as he could. The tortoise thought: This time the rabbit learned the lesson from the last time and will not be lazy again. I will definitely lose this time. Hey, I hope there will be a miracle.

The rabbit ran and ran. Suddenly, the rabbit stopped. Oh, it turned out that there was a big river in front of the rabbit. The rabbit couldn't swim. How should he get across? The tortoise crawled and crawled. He saw a big river blocking the rabbit's way. He was very happy and ran forward with all his strength. The tortoise jumped into the river and swam across the river. The rabbit saw it and was very anxious and stamped his feet. Seeing this, the tortoise swam over and picked up the rabbit. The rabbit was very touched, he thought; he has helped me even though the tortoise has helped me, so I will help him too. The hare picked up the turtle, sped up, and ran towards the finish line. It was almost the finish line. The hare crossed the finish line with the tortoise in his arms. They both won first place. 400-word narrative composition, Part 4

My sister has beautiful black hair and round eyes. Although she looks cute and pretty, she actually has a lot of tricks up her sleeve. If there is something she can't get, then the younger sister's expression changes from sunny to gloomy in an instant, and a good show is on. The younger sister immediately puts on a cute look, which makes people feel nauseous.

I remember one time, I invited my sister to play a hide-and-seek game in the park. The younger sister held her head with both hands, closed her eyes, and started counting down, "Ten, nine, eight, seven,...". As fast as lightning, I jumped into the grass with a "swish" sound. My sister opened her eyes and walked back and forth in the park, looking here and there, but she couldn't find me. My sister was about to burst into tears and caught my attention. But after a while, I still acted as if nothing had happened, and there was no movement in the grass. I thought I would not be fooled by my sister this time. When my sister saw it, she got up and stamped her feet. At this moment, I feel so much unspeakable joy in my heart! My sister shouldn’t be able to catch me this time! But at this time, a spider jumped out from nowhere. I was so scared that I trembled all over and screamed quickly. "Haha, sister found you!" the sister said proudly. It turned out that the spider was a toy spider that my sister brought from home. No wonder I didn’t seem to hear my sister’s voice for a while. I had no choice but to accept my fate.

Look, this is my sister, a naughty sister who loves to play tricks. 400-word narrative essay, Part 5

This year is my last year at my alma mater. Recalling my previous campus life, I always feel extremely sweet.

I remember that one year on Children’s Day, our class held an interesting “Five Senses Pasting” activity.

As soon as the activity started, everyone excitedly pushed to the front and wanted to play earlier. My eyes were covered by a scarf, and everything in front of me was dark. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When I took the "five senses" handed to me by the host, I was both excited and nervous. I turned in circles three times, then stopped and started "pasting the facial features". This is the nose, no, it's the mouth. I felt the card and thought about it. "Hurry up, hurry up!" The students in the audience were waiting anxiously and began to rush me impatiently. I was so annoyed right now that I just put it on and took it off. Before I even stepped off the stage, the students in the audience burst into laughter. I'm really a monk who is two feet tall - I can't figure it out. After turning around, I also laughed at my "masterpiece": the nose was glued to the head, the eyes were glued to the ears, the mouth was still in good shape, and the position was correct - but it became a crooked mouth.

The activities are still going on. Everyone started playing happily, with smiles on everyone's faces. Everyone's "masterpiece" is even more hilarious. Some glued their eyes into "cross-eyes", some glued their noses out of the "border", and some successfully glued them in the right position. The happy "June 1" Festival and the happy campus life still make us recall it. 400-word chronicle composition, Part 6

Qingming is such a sad word. It contains thoughts and tributes to the dead.

Today, all the teachers and students of our school came here - the Martyrs Cemetery to pay tribute to those martyrs who sacrificed their lives gloriously to benefit our lives.

As soon as we entered the door, a serious atmosphere came over us. We stood in front of the stone tablets in rows and rows. I saw classmate Li Xiang speaking enthusiastically, and then Teacher Yu went up and talked non-stop, so that the students could easily understand the meaning.

The content is roughly like this: On November 4, 1947, our army launched a life-and-death contest with the National Army in Jiaxian County. Our army was determined and determined to annihilate the 15th National Army Division. With our firm will, we won a complete victory and killed more than 40,000 enemy people. However, among our 300 or 400 people, more than 100 people were sacrificed. Our soldiers held a grand ceremony for their dead teammates. The one hundred and forty-one warriors were buried during a memorial ceremony. At that time, our soldiers were elites. After Teacher Yu finished speaking, we all observed a three-minute silence and then went into the garden to visit. Every student knows that Jiaxian County was recaptured from the enemy by these soldiers! You must know that it is the blood of these brave soldiers that dyes our flag bright red!

Through this event, we learned that our good life was obtained by the soldiers with their lives, so we should cherish this hard-won life, study hard, and make progress every day! 400-word narrative essay, Part 7

It’s the Chinese New Year, and every household is decorated with lanterns and colors outside their doors, looking very happy. Adults take their children through the bustling streets, visiting shops, buying New Year's goods, and going to supermarkets... Children wear new clothes bought by adults, play with firecrackers, and have happy smiles on their faces. . The adults cook and prepare the living room to entertain guests. During the New Year, of course, red envelopes are indispensable. In the QQ group, I always post sentences such as "Congratulations on getting rich, bring me the red envelopes", ready to grab the red envelopes.

There is a legend during the Spring Festival; it is said that in ancient times, there was a ferocious and terrifying monster--"Nian". "Nian" does many evil things, and people are very afraid of it, so they all flee to the mountains and forests. One New Year's Eve, an old man came to the village to beg. No one in the village cared about him, so they packed their bags and prepared to flee to the mountains. An old lady gave the old man the same food and told him to run away quickly. The old man asked the aunt if he could stay for one night, and the aunt replied yes. The old man stayed for one night and drove "Nian" away. The villagers came back after knowing about it. It turns out that "Nian" is afraid of the color red, fire, and explosions. Later, when the "New Year" came, the villagers set off firecrackers and posted Spring Festival couplets. This day has become a traditional Chinese festival - Spring Festival

Every Spring Festival, I am very happy because I can get lucky money. Every time my uncle and aunt give me a red picture of Grandpa Mao, I feel happy. When the sky gradually darkened, there was a sound of "咻----", and a beautiful and colorful flower appeared in the sky. But the fireworks disappeared instantly, and a sentence appeared in my mind: Although the fireworks were beautiful, they disappeared in an instant. The next fireworks are even more diverse, some look like a Mickey Mouse head, some look like a pillar, some look like a cat... Finally, of course, there is a reunion dinner.

It’s the New Year, and I want to say “Happy New Year!” to everyone. 400-word narrative composition, Part 8

The taste of books? Some people may ask: Books are not for eating, so how can they taste? And I can say for sure: "Books have taste. A book is like a dish. Each book has its own unique taste."

When I walked into my bedroom and opened the door, there was A bookcase filled with various books. The books here are usually boring novels or essays. Looking to the right, there are shelves filled with my collection of books and two neat rows of wooden boards. Needless to say, they must all be books.

From England to Shanghai, then to Nanjing. The first thing I did when I got home was to pounce on my treasure - the book.

Standing by the shelf, I picked out a book. When I looked at the cover, it was "The Wolf King's Dream" by Shen Shixi. For a moment, I seemed to smell a familiar smell. It was the smell of perseverance from the female wolf Zilan. Shake off the ashes on "Dream of the Wolf King" and put it back on the bookshelf. I pulled out another book, the first volume of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" from that year. Another familiar smell came to him, it was Zhu Chongba's helplessness at that time, and it was Chang Yuchun's bravery. I carefully wiped off the dust and put it back on the bookshelf. My hands kept wiping off the dust from one book after another, and the smell of books rushed to me.

There is the filial piety of the tiger Harley, the loyalty of the wolf dog White Fang, the "father of horse racing" Shen who is neither humble nor overbearing, the decisiveness of the pet cat Jackson, the friendship of the eagle Jin Shenzi, and the wit of the fox couple... Another good book, one piece of truth after another, one taste after another.

There are many books at home. Naturally, each book has a strong and unique taste, but none of them has the same taste. This rich book flavor accompanied me through boring and lonely days one after another.

Although the taste of books is not as fragrant as the taste of vegetables, it contains one philosophy after another in life. This is what the taste of books can bring to me. 400-word narrative essay, Part 9

It’s New Year’s Eve, the happiest time of the year. In order to celebrate this joyful festival, our family held a special Spring Festival Gala, which was very interesting.

I am the host, and my dad performed on the first show. He showed us some of the calligraphy he had written over the years. He also told us a very interesting joke, which opened up the happy atmosphere of New Year's Eve from the beginning. The second show was when my mother performed a magic trick called "Disappearing Cards". It was a very exciting magic trick. Everyone cheered and praised it.

The third program is the most unforgettable for me. It was when my brother sang a song to everyone called "Thousands of Miles Away": "I send you away, thousands of miles away, you are silent in black and white... ..." Even though his singing skills were mediocre, he still won our applause and laughter. The fourth program was mine. I took out my saxophone and played "The Same Song", which also received applause and recognition from everyone.

With everyone’s applause, laughter and an atmosphere of joy, time passed by and it was almost twelve o’clock. Mom and dad took out the fireworks that had been prepared and started to perform. The last program: Fire show, three, two, one, light the fire! With the advent of the New Year, our village has become a sea of ??fireworks. Every household puts out their best fireworks to welcome the arrival of the New Year.

Our Spring Festival Gala is also over. 400-word narrative essay, Part 10

It’s the Military Games held every four years again, and this is the first time that Wuhan has successfully bid for it. As a primary school student in Wuhan, I feel very honored and special because the Military Games embodies the sportsmanship of military uncles and demonstrates the concept of creating military honor and building world peace. As the little masters of the city and the builders of a better future, we should welcome the Military Games, create a new environment, and strive to be civilized primary school students.

My favorite hobby is painting, so I painted a painting about the Military Games. The teacher told us that the landmark buildings in Wuhan include the Yellow Crane Tower, the TV Tower, the Yangtze River Bridge, the gate of Wuhan University, and the red-crowned crane... He also told us that the mascot of the Military World Games is Bingbing, which is why it is called "water." The giant panda" and the Chinese sturgeon, a first-level key wild protected animal in China, which is a "living fossil in the water", are designed as prototypes. I drew a soldier holding a torch, which represents unity, and a soldier playing table tennis, which represents sports. They feel the beautiful air in nature.

Dad told me that soldiers are born to fight for missions and honor. No matter on the field or on the battlefield, they will always fight for the first place and never give up. With rainy sweat and indomitable spirit, they write Taking the military oath. We should learn from them, take everything seriously, start from small things, carry forward the spirit of ownership, speak civilized words and do civilized things, and add glory to the Military Games. 400-word narrative composition Part 11

During the winter vacation, I went to Yaoshan Mountain to climb.

That day was the first day of the Lunar New Year. Early in the morning, we drove to Yaoshan Mountain. There were so many people coming to Yaoshan Mountain to climb!

Standing at the foot of Mount Yao, looking up, Mount Yao is no different from a giant. It is so high, can I climb it? Dad seemed to see my hesitation, "Baby, are you scared?" I smiled sheepishly. "I believe my daughter can conquer her!" Dad encouraged me with a smile. We both looked at each other and smiled.

We started to climb the mountain. We walked up the steps step by step. After a while, I was so tired that I was out of breath. My father was setting an example for me in front of me. How could I have the nerve to say that I couldn't climb anymore? I kept climbing up. I didn’t know how long I had been climbing. I looked back and looked down. Oh my God! The mountain is so high!

I didn’t dare to look down, so I kept my head down and climbed up. I couldn't stop, let alone cry tired, I wanted to show dad that his daughter is great! I made up my mind secretly and felt full of strength again. Climbing and climbing, we finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Dad gave me a thumbs up. I looked around, feeling relaxed and happy. I really wanted to sing a song loudly to express my happiness. Rolling mountains appeared in front of me, and strange-shaped stones stood in the mountains. "Nature is so miraculous!" I couldn't help but exclaimed.

We stayed on the top of the mountain for a while and then went down.

Winter vacation mountain climbing will always remain in my memory, because it was the first time I climbed a mountain and the first time I felt the joy and excitement of conquering a mountain. Narrative composition of 400 words, Part 12

Sister Dongyu comes to the world every day, making people feel happy and worried at the same time. The streets were deserted and deserted, with almost no one around. Sister Winter’s rain is just drizzle, but Brother Feng makes trouble and makes the beautiful and romantic winter rain sour in people’s mouths.

Once, I was sitting in my father’s battery car. It was drizzling but the wind was strong. I joked: The drizzle accompanied by the strong wind is really like a flower stuck in cow dung! Dad smiled.

Because of the coming of winter rain, the sky around the world becomes pitch black, and all you hear is the ticking of rain, the rushing of rain, or the swaying of leaves in the wind. This sound is too much to play on a rainy day!

Every time it rains, everything becomes wet, as if it has been bathed in the wind. Snakes, turtles, and some hibernating animals do not accept this bathing task and just want to spend the cold winter in caves. People have no choice but to hibernate. They can only find ways to keep warm on their own. In the morning, no one gets up early to go out for morning exercises; although noon is the hottest time of the day, winter is not scientific; in the evening, during the coldest time of the day, the place is as quiet as a forest.

The most common place on land is a puddle. When you walk down, you will splash countless small splashes on people's clothes and pants. So, accidentally, my clothes and pants got wet. Those little puddles reflect everything and can even become a swimming spot for tadpoles when accumulated.

Winter rain makes people feel happy and worried at the same time! 400-word narrative composition, Chapter 13

It’s snowing, silvery white everywhere, the big trees have new makeup, and the sky is misty and beautiful. The snow on the ground was about 5 centimeters thick and very slippery. Of course, snow is beautiful and scary. I have to take a composition class in the evening, so the class is difficult.

After leaving school, I ran to my mother’s electric car and almost fell down! I put my school bag on the front pedal and squatted down. Because the space was too small, I had to use my schoolbag to squeeze in.

On the way, it was snowing, because I squatted in a small position and stretched my legs out of the raincoat. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Snowflakes fell on my legs one by one. My pants were wet and cold, very cold.

My mother is more miserable than me. Although she was wearing a raincoat, she put half of the raincoat on the faucet of the electric car for me and put up a small awning to protect me from the snow. Although my mother was wearing a rain hat, her face was still exposed, and a grain of snow hit her face, which was hard and cold.

Traffic jams on the road are also scary! My mother and I couldn't move, the ground was slippery, and the electric car couldn't drive fast. Accidentally, the electric car suddenly slipped and fell to the left. I was almost thrown out of the car. Fortunately, my mother's feet were used as supports, so the electric car didn't fall completely. We move on. I always tell my mom to be careful on the road. Be careful!

In order to go to school, we went through hardships all the way. My mother worked so hard for my studies. 400-word narrative essay, Part 14

Looking at the short mountains in the distance, I can’t help but recall the first time I went hiking with my parents.

That day, my parents and I came to the foot of the mountain and saw the mountains in the distance towering into the clouds and stretching... So I started to retreat in my heart: How long will it take to climb such a high mountain? How can I climb up? At this time, my father only saw the path up the mountain not far away, and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. Mom took my hand and ran after Dad.

The stairs here are really long. My mother and I climbed up slowly, like a snail, and I kept shouting: "I'm so tired!" Dad walked ahead.

After a long time, we finally climbed to the top of the mountain. My mother and I immediately found a bench and sat down, drinking spring water from the mountain. But my father was lying on the railing, seeming to be looking at something. I walked over quickly and asked curiously: "Dad, what are you doing?" Dad pointed to the distance, looked at me, and said nothing. I followed my father's gaze and saw the scenery at the bottom of the mountain. There were a few soft white clouds floating in the sky, looming. At the bottom is a winding blue snake-like thing, that is the Yangtze River. There are small ant-like houses next to it, and tall buildings stand in the distance... The scenery is really beautiful, pleasing to the eye and refreshing.

At this time, my mother came over, patted me on the shoulder, and pulled me out of the memories. How I wish all of this could happen again. 400-word narrative composition, Part 15

It was a cold winter day, and the biting cold wind blew the bare branches on the roadside. The strong wind roared, and the hair on the body was frightened and the whole body trembled.

I had just finished school from the cram school, and my mother brought me home with a box of oranges. With the help of colleagues, my mother carried the heavy box of oranges onto the electric car.

The wind was very strong that day, and it was very difficult for everyone to walk on the road, let alone drive an electric car, not to mention that the car also carried two people and a box of oranges. When the car reached a fork in the road, the box of oranges on the car could not withstand the test of the strong wind, and the oranges rolled down. Fortunately, they were not broken.

My mother and I hurriedly got out of the car to pick up oranges, but we picked up one orange and rolled away the other. I thought to myself: How long will it take to finish picking up! Even if you finish picking up, how will you transport a heavy box of oranges home?

Suddenly a big truck came towards me, and I shouted anxiously: "How to solve the problem? The truck is here, don't even want the eggs!"

What surprised me was The big truck "squeaked..." and came to a sudden stop. An aunt came down and said, "Sister, why are you bringing so many oranges so late?" After saying that, the three people started picking up oranges.

Everyone gathered firewood with great enthusiasm, and after a while, they finished picking it up. My mother and I were very grateful to the aunt, who helped my mother carry the oranges onto the electric car. Looking at my aunt's retreating back, I felt how beautiful the world would be as long as everyone gave a little love. Chapter 16 of a 400-word narrative composition

I started learning swimming in the third grade and have been learning it for three years. Now I am a "veteran" in learning four swimming styles. But I think of the swimming style I just started learning. At that time, I was still a coward who didn't even dare to go into the water. At that time, my mother sent me to the swimming pool next to Yiwu. After I entered, the coach greeted me and then took me to the small class swimming area. The coach asked us to get familiar with the water first. I was very happy to hear that. Wouldn’t it be possible to have a lesson? I was about to jump down, but when I saw such deep water, I couldn't jump down. The coach kept telling me to get into the water, but I never did. My classmates in the water said that I was a coward. Finally, the coach said: "If you don't go down, I will throw you down."

But I wouldn't go down, and I said: "You come and throw me, you come and throw me." The coach suddenly ran away He came over and picked me up and threw me into the water. I shouted for help in the water, drank a lot of water, and called the rescue uncle. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the water had reached my chest. The coach and classmates looked at me and laughed.

Half a month later, I arrived at the middle class and started to learn breaststroke. After repeated practice, I was able to swim 50 meters at a time. I felt a different kind of fun in the water.

Now, I can swim 100 meters in just one minute. The coach said: "I am like a white and fat fish in the water now."

I Like swimming very much. 400-word narrative composition, Part 17

October 1st is the birthday of the mother of the motherland. This year my mother promised to take me to see Baimai Spring.

Early in the morning, I was woken up from my sleep by my mother. I quickly got dressed, washed up, got in the car with my mother, and walked on the road to Zhangqiu. On the way, we also saw the majestic Yellow River Bridge.

After more than three hours, we finally arrived at the beautiful Zhangqiu. I was so excited because I saw my best friend Sister Huaxin right away. Sister Huaxin was at my uncle's house, so we went to my uncle's house first. When I arrived at my uncle's house, the first thing I saw was sister Huaxin. I quickly ran over and hugged her. My uncle and grandma asked: "Are you hungry?" I rushed to say: "We are not hungry, let's go to Baimai Spring quickly."

When we arrived at Baimai Spring, there were many springs there, including Longquan, Mo Spring, Pearl Spring, Longwan Spring... the spring water is surging, sparkling, and crystal clear. People use bottles to scoop out the water. My sister and I also scooped out a bottle. The spring water is so sweet. My sister Huaxin and I took a lot of photos together. We also went to the cave to play. There were many strange-shaped rocks in the cave. We walked together and finally walked out. My mother said to me: "It's getting late, let's go home." "Huh?" My uncle said, "Why don't you stay here." I shook my head and said, "I will stay here during the long holiday." "Exit." After saying goodbye to Sister Huaxin, I reluctantly left. 400-word narrative composition, Part 18

I don’t know why, it keeps raining this week. I guess this may be a sign of the coming of spring girl! The rain in spring is different from the rain in other seasons. It is full of charm and gives people a mysterious and strange feeling...

The rain in spring is small, as thin as a cow's hair. Sometimes, it pricks people's faces, which is very painful; sometimes, it gently passes over people's cheeks, which is very gentle; sometimes, it flows down people's bodies, which is cool and very comfortable; sometimes, it stops on people's faces. His face was motionless, like a youth bean.

Chun Yu is selfless, she is as selfless as a mother. Whenever spring comes, she will water the flowers and grass, nourishing all things and letting them grow healthily. But they greedily sucked the milk provided by Chunyu, not knowing that she had paid for it with her life. These flowers and plants are like innocent children, and their mother must prepare everything for them. Chunyu's selflessness and greatness have earned people's love and admiration for her.

Chun Yu is happy, as happy as a child. She fell to the ground, pooled in water, and played with other children her age. The children were so happy, jumping and jumping in the water, with water splashing everywhere. Spring rain is everywhere, you see: she sleeps in the pond; she walks in the creek; she runs in the river; she jumps in the ocean...

The spring rain wakes up people, wakes up the plants, Awakening hibernating animals. She told us: Spring is here! Do you think the spring rain is magical? 400-word narrative essay, Part 19

Among my memories, there is one thing that I will never forget, that is learning to ride a bicycle in the cold winter.

One day, my mother and I went to the street to buy groceries and prepare meals for the New Year the day after tomorrow. Walking on the road, I saw many people riding bicycles. I was envious, so I asked my mother to teach me how to ride a bicycle. Said: "Okay! This is also to help you develop some skills before the Chinese New Year."

On the second day, my mother asked me to go outside to see something with her, and said she wanted to give me a surprise. When I got outside, what caught my eye was a brand new bicycle. My mother said: "This bicycle can only be ridden when you can ride it. Just use an old bicycle to learn. I will do it twice and say it twice." You have to listen carefully!" "I understand, I can't wait any longer."

After my mother finished cooking, she told me to think about myself, and then she went back to the house to cook.

I followed my mother's instructions and rode up first and then pedaled. I fell down while pedaling, and then I got on again and pedaled two or three times in a row, but it still didn't work. My mother asked me to go home for dinner, and I went home. After dinner, I started again. I was too anxious to eat hot tofu.

I started again. Every time I fell down, I stood up and did it again. Unexpectedly, I succeeded. I was so happy that I told my mother in the kitchen: "I can ride a bicycle!"

This incident was unforgettable for me. It made me understand that I have to concentrate on everything I do, and that I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Narrative composition of 400 words, Part 20

On October 5, we went to Mingzhu Lake Park to watch the wild geese flying.

At first I thought that only one or two geese would be released. But I guessed wrong. It actually released a large group of nearly 100 to 200 birds. The wild goose release starts on time at 10 o'clock. We arrived at 9:50. The wild geese are released on the grass. The staff told us 5 minutes in advance not to stand where the wild geese took off to prevent us from being knocked away. After 5 minutes the performance officially started. The wild geese form a straight line from now on, and a figure of eight from now on. It was unpredictable, but one person didn't hear clearly and was knocked away by the wild geese. We thought the geese would fly very far, but we were disappointed. The wild geese only flew for a little while and then it was over.

We rushed to the place where the wild geese finished their flight, and the staff asked us to feed the wild geese. So we took 10 yuan to feed the geese. I was very scared at first, fearing that it would be very painful, but I still encouraged myself and let myself squat down to feed the geese. I fed the goose a little bit and found that it didn't hurt at all. So I felt relieved and slowly fed Daya. After a while, the staff asked us to feed on the shore to prevent falling into the water. But by then we had run out of feed. So we went to have lunch.

Mingzhu Lake Park is so fun!