First composition

Composition 1 about the first time

There are so many unforgettable things in life, like dense stars twinkling in the starry sky of my memory. The most dazzling one in the starry sky was the first time I washed my slippers.

During the summer vacation, my mother planned to let me "work-study" - as long as I took the initiative to do housework once, I would get the corresponding monetary reward. After hearing my mother's move, I shouted excitedly: "Yeah! I can make money!" But what housework should I do? Wash the dishes? No, if I break them, not only will I not make any money, but I will also have to pay more. Lose money. Cooking? No, the food is burnt. What should I do? I lowered my head and saw pairs of dirty slippers lying in a mess on the floor. By the way, help my mother wash the slippers. I still get paid, haha...

I picked up the dirty slippers, ran into the bathroom, and threw the slippers into the bathtub. I picked up the laundry detergent again and was about to pour it into the bathtub. "Pour less, otherwise you will not be clean for a while." When I saw it, it turned out to be my mother. I poured some laundry detergent into the bathtub and put water in the bathtub. The water flowed into the bathtub, and the white foam was like bunches of spray. I put my hand into the water and stirred it gently. The light foam seemed to be kissing my hand gently. My hand was itchy, not to mention how comfortable it was.

When I was ready, I picked up the brush in my right hand and my mother’s slippers in my left hand, and got busy happily. "Wash, wash, wash." I sang while washing my mother's slippers. Huh? Why can't I wipe this area off? I closed my eyes and waved the shoe brush in my hand fiercely, and the sound changed from "swish-swish-swish" to "swish-swish-swish-swish-" very I’m about to clean my mother’s slippers. But what greeted me was not MONEY, but an even greater difficulty - my slippers! My poor slippers had only been worn for a day, but they were covered with mud, rice cereal, and green vegetable soup... They looked like they were picked out of a garbage dump. I secretly told myself: I must not be so sloppy next time! I dipped the brush in a thick layer of laundry detergent and "swiped hard all the way". I used up half the bottle of laundry detergent, and finally got over the difficulty - cleaning my slippers. I kept working hard and finally finished washing all the shoes. Then I rinsed them one by one and dried them on the balcony. My hands were numb, my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them up, and sweat flowed into my eyes unconsciously... But when I saw a pair of clean shoes leaning against the balcony, they were shining brightly in the sun. , they have a brand new look and are all in high spirits! I couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction.

My mother was unaware and came to me unnoticed: "Oh, they are quite clean!" She pointed to the slippers on the balcony and took out another pair from her pocket. A piece of paper money, "Here, these ten yuan are the income of your labor." I took the ten yuan bill in surprise: "THANKS A LOT"

Looking at the ten yuan in my hand, I felt that it It is so extraordinary, no wonder some people say: "Labor is the most glorious!" The wealth created by one's own hands is the most precious! The first time I washed my slippers, I was moved and surprised. It also became the most unforgettable bright and dazzling star in the starry sky in my memory! Essay about the first time 2

In the colorful growth path, everyone has many firsts: the first time to catch fish, the first time to buy groceries, the first time to go shopping alone . But the most unforgettable first time for me was my first time taking charge.

One weekend, I was sitting at the table doing my homework attentively. When I finished my homework and walked out of the living room, I saw my mother watching TV leisurely and eating my favorite Wangwang senbei, so I whispered: "It's good to be an adult. You don't have to do homework, and you can do whatever you want." Whatever you do, I want to be an adult!" "Really?" Oops! No, my mother heard me! Now I'm miserable! I saw my mother walking over and said, "Well, let's swap. You will be the adult and I will be the child. Okay?" Without even thinking about it, I excitedly jumped three feet high and shouted, "Okay." ! ”

So, I packed up the living expenses my mother gave me for one day and went to the mall to buy groceries. well! There are so many things in the mall that you can be dazzled, including vegetables, tomatoes, cucumbers, fish, and chicken wings. I walked around and fell in love with 3 kinds of dishes: chicken wings, vegetables and fish. That’s right! Just buy these 3 types! These are what we love to eat. When I got home, mom, oh no, it was my "daughter" who was still watching TV, so I used the same method she used to deal with me: turning off the TV to deal with her.

I originally thought she would be scared if I turned off the TV, but who would have thought, she would yell: "It's so annoying! Don't stop me from watching TV!" I was really angry, and she didn't even listen to me, the boss. So, I yelled: "Lin Xuelan! Go back to your room to study!" Hey, after all, it was my voice that was louder, so my "daughter" went back to her room to read. As for me, I'm cooking in the kitchen. After I cooked the rice skillfully, I stood there in a daze. Because...I don't know how to cook. I had no choice but to cook it randomly. It's either too much sugar or too little salt. As a result, when my "daughter" tasted it, she said my famous saying: "It's so annoying! It tastes so bad, I won't eat it." But I didn't show weakness and used her famous saying: "I worked so hard to cook it for you." You eat, you are still here and you are disgusting, hurry up and eat!" As soon as she put the dish in her mouth, she spit it out and ran to call for takeout. well! I had no choice but to eat it myself. Who made me an adult now?

At night, when I finished the housework, I lay in bed so tired. I weakly said to my mother: "Mom, I'd better be myself. Being an adult is so tiring!" After hearing this, my mother burst out laughing...

In fact, mother is very hard, and We have to support our family and we have to take care of ourselves. The saying "a mother's love is as deep as the ocean" is absolutely true. However, there are many people who don’t know how to be filial to their parents. I suggest that you exchange words with your mother, so that you will know how hard they work. Essay about the first time 3

There may be many first times in life. The first time is a very valuable experience because it will leave you with an unforgettable moment and it represents how rich you are. In my life, I have many firsts, the first time I was criticized, the first time I cooked, the first time I failed in the exam, the first time I went online, the first time I wrote a novel...it is just countless firsts. Only then can we become the "tempered" person we are now.

This time I went to the practice base and gave me many different feelings. I learned a lot of things and experienced many new attempts and feelings, but what impressed me the most was that I This is my first time living in a dormitory.

I remember when we first arrived at the practice base, we had to tidy up the dormitory as soon as we arrived. Because it was our first time, everyone was in a hurry, but in the end we got back the sheets and quilt covers smoothly. Completed the task successfully. I was the one responsible for fetching water. When I fetched water for the first time, I couldn't even find the water bottle. Finally, with our hard work, we successfully completed the task. When I took the water bottle back to the dormitory to make the bed, I was instantly confused because I couldn’t put on a quilt. I wanted to ask someone to help me, but I found that they all had no clue. It’s better to rely on others than to rely on yourself. , I sighed secretly in my heart, but had no choice but to do it myself. I followed the series of methods in my memory that my mother taught me to put on quilt covers, and started to try step by step: I first folded the two ends of the quilt. I tidied it up first. After I tidied it up corner to corner, I stuffed the quilt inside. When it was done, even though it looked terrible, I felt as sweet as having been smeared with honey. When I succeeded, I ran out of energy and collapsed directly on the bed. Within a few minutes of lying down, I heard Chen Jinmin yell: "Zhang Kexin! Don't eat in the dormitory! Our dormitory smells so good, be careful of you." Defiled!" When I heard this, I quickly got up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the farce. I saw Zhang Kexin sighing up to the sky, dragging her slippers to the bathroom window, and chewing spicy strips. Although I felt a chill while admiring the scenery outside the window, my smile obviously covered up my feelings. I felt that dormitory life was actually quite good.

Perhaps, our first time will be a little unpleasant, but it always brings us valuable experience and lessons, and it is even said to be a kind of wealth. For the first time, many people regarded it as an experience or even a joke, but they never thought that it would teach us many truths. Living in a dormitory for the first time has improved my self-care ability to a new level and given me a lot of experience. In fact, there are many other improvements that we often don’t realize... Essay about the first time 4

There are many firsts in a person's life. For example: the first time walking at night, the first time taking a bus alone, the first time playing on the computer, the first time doing laundry. But what I remember most is the first time I cooked for my father and mother. It was a Thursday night, and my father and mother went out for something. And told me to wait for them to come back before eating. After I finish my homework. I just thought: Dad and Mom are very tired all day long.

It’s really a blessing to have to cook for me when I come back. I’m already in the sixth grade, and so far I’ve only seen my mother cook, but I haven’t practiced it yet. My father and mother regarded me as a treasure, holding it on their heads for fear of falling, and holding it in their mouths for fear of melting. Today I am going to make a good dish to surprise them, their baby has grown up. I have started to make a very simple cucumber scrambled egg that both mom and dad love to eat! I've prepared cucumbers and eggs. Fry the eggs first, take them out after frying, add oil and peppercorns, it makes me dizzy! ! I put down my rice at the same time, wait a minute! ! ! I seem to have forgotten something magical! ! ! salt! I immediately put the salt in. Don't know how it tastes? After a while. Mom and dad are back. As soon as my father entered the house, he immediately smelled the food and said, "Baby! What's so fragrant!" I said, "Guess?" "It's the smell of the food. Baby can cook, I must eat more." "I brought the vegetables and rice and said to my father: "Try your son's craftsmanship." "Okay" Dad said. Mom and dad ate first. I went to wash the side dishes first. "Ah!!" Dad yelled. "What's wrong?" I said quickly. "It's okay, it's okay. The food you cooked is so delicious. We are so hungry. There is bread there, honey. You can eat some." Mom said. "Okay, I got the praise and I feel happy." I said immediately. drink! I ate all the dishes on the big plate! After finishing the meal, I discovered a strange idea. It’s just that mom and dad are very good at drinking water. They drank all the water in a pot. So awesome. I found out later! The food I cooked is too salty! My father and mother ate them all in order not to let me know. You haven't told me yet, for fear of breaking my young heart! well! It really pissed them off!

Through this incident, I learned that my father and mother usually work hard to cook for us, but if we don’t like it, we won’t eat it. How much effort of parents goes into this meal! In order for our parents to thrive, they will do whatever you want to eat, just so that you can grow up healthily and become a towering tree when you grow up! Again: Say to all the parents in the world: Thank you! Essay 5 about the first time

Walking at night is really scary!

——Inscription

I have been witnessing all the way that I am a brave girl. Without the hold of my mother’s hand, nor the superhuman hero of my father to protect me, I have been helpless all the way. Helpful.

On this day, due to a certain accident, my mother was in the kitchen. The whole room was filled with the strong aroma of meat and vegetables. I was immersed in my thoughts and looked at the plates of food. Freshly baked meat dishes. Suddenly, my mother was "out of sugar and salt" and asked her father to help her buy it, but my father responded lazily, "Why is it always me, no, I won't go this time" and then looked at him with a sly look. Me, "Good girl, you go ahead"

"That's okay, you've already taken it for granted, you should buy things by yourself," said my mother.

"That's right." I'll let my father do it today. Take a rest, dad said busyly.

In this way, I was kicked out of the door by my parents, who played bad guys and the bad guys.

Facing the dark night where I couldn’t see my fingers, I felt like an orphan. My heart was beating non-stop, and I was nervous as I walked for a while. Suddenly, a gust of wind gently passed through the treetops. , the rustling sound is particularly loud in the silent night. I immediately became vigilant and looked around, panicking. This was a series of ghost stories - one after another appeared in front of my eyes. The dead female body with black mouth and white hair, the smashed head, The big eyes looking at me from behind were like, "It really made my hair stand on end. As I came from a positive background, the tall telegraph pole in front of me was waving to me. As he expected, I gave him a solid blow in the next second. Before I could cry, I heard the sound of running from behind. I stood up suddenly, and there was only one word left in my mind: run away.

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and I ran. I paid some money and saw people in the store. I was so excited, as if I hadn't seen the same thing in hundreds of years. I quickly finished my shopping and hurried home. When I turned around, I saw the person chasing me in front of me. That figure was in the dark. I was wondering what to do. My heart was about to beat. I had an idea and threw the salt I just bought at him and ran home quickly.

When I got home, I slammed the door and excitedly told my mother the whole story. My mother said that I was brave, and I thought, I should also tell my father about this, eh? Where is dad? Dad came back from outside, with a pink bulge and a bag of salt in his hand. I seemed to mean something, and my face turned red. Dad suppressed a smile and walked into the kitchen. Soon, my mother's earth-shattering laughter came.

I thought, I am really embarrassed. Essay about the first time 6

I held the handlebar with one hand, pushed one leg on the ground, and angrily stepped on the stone that just tripped me. The car happened to be parked in front of a nearby school, where many students were attending school. When they saw me, some were still talking and laughing, while others were pretending to be surprised and opened their mouths. Humph, I’m so loud on you! Fortunately, the not-so-violent summer wind happened to pass by at this time and smoothed my short hair. If it hadn't been for this stone that tripped me up, I wouldn't have let so many people laugh. They are riding bikes, not telling jokes, what is so funny. I muttered dissatisfiedly, gritted my teeth, and pushed my legs hard, and the car was far away from this "place of right and wrong."

The wind blew through my heart and tickled my belly through my clothes. I'm in a great mood. The stumbling block has long passed. Thinking about it, I didn't pay much attention. Well, I saw the traffic light and the wind took away all my unhappiness. Let me tell you a little Let’s keep it a secret: I’m not afraid of your jokes. Even though I am twelve years old and strong, I have never cycled on a bicycle. I once comforted myself: I am a law-abiding young citizen. The law stipulates that children under 12 years old are not allowed to ride on the road alone. So why did I ride on the road by myself this time? First, I am over twelve years old and have a sense of direction; second, I have the ability to protect my personal safety; third, I have signed up for a hobby class and need to ride a bicycle to participate - well, this is My little secret is actually quite big. After all, it is my first time riding a bicycle on the road, so my mood will be very complicated.

Okay, green light. Let’s start setting off again! This time it was straight ahead, and slightly embarrassingly there were no sidewalks. Then I have no choice but to let this girl walk on the motorway. Because there is only one trail for bicycles to walk on, no, I just started walking and met a partner who was walking in the same direction as me. When I saw it, I saw an old man. He was pedaling the car slowly with his legs, and he was swaying. The whole road was occupied by him. I thought I couldn't pass him on the driveway. Besides, there was a bus coming towards me. It's better to be polite first - I pried off the upper left part of the handlebar. I originally wanted my bike to say hello to his bike, but the bell was missing - oh, I remembered it. This bicycle has a glorious history. It helped my mother lose weight for two weeks two years ago. But my mother’s weight has not been reduced, so why would the car bell be damaged? This reminds me of a joke about a wife who wanted to lose weight by riding a horse, but gained weight after two months, and the horse successfully lost twenty kilograms of meat. Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing. Yeah, I just smiled, and with a chirp, I quickly stopped the car. I forgot that there was a turtle-like bicycle in front of me, and I almost rear-ended it just now. Fortunately, okay, the old man in front seemed to feel that there was someone behind him, so he stepped back to the right and made way for me to move forward.

This is me riding a bicycle. Essay about the first time 7

"Wow! Sister, that cake looks delicious. Buy one." "That's not a cake, it's pudding." "Then buy one and try it. How's it going?" Faced with this greedy brother and his greedy eyes and drool, I had no choice but to buy a few and go home. My brother is recognized by everyone as a big eater. As soon as I put the pudding on the table, he couldn't wait to pounce on it and started to "work hard". He looked so "hard-working". As the saying goes: The pudding tastes great, but the mouth is big. Only a few minutes had passed, and the three puddings on the plate had already been swept away. I looked at my brother angrily, but he didn't even leave one for me. At this time, he sighed: "It's so delicious!" Then he licked his mouth with his tongue. I was tempted by what he said, so I stuck some remaining pudding sauce on my fingers and put it in my mouth. Immediately, the fragrance of honey and roses spread immediately, sliding into my heart along with the sweet milk. It was soft, tender, and filled my mouth with fragrance, as if I had walked into a rose garden.

The taste is quite good!

Heh, it seems that I am also attracted by desserts. I must make such a delicious thing with my own hands. I ran into the cake shop again and came to the glass cabinet with puddings. Looking at these colorful, fragrant and dazzling puddings, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. They are jelly-like, with a shiny and smooth surface, and are topped with some decorations such as strawberries, hazelnuts, fruits, etc. I asked about how these puddings were made, bought the ingredients there, and hurried home.

Well... 100 grams of eggs, 300 ml of milk, 50 ml of honey, 10 grams of vanilla powder. I put them in a basin and stirred them evenly. After this process is completed. I started to cut the chocolate. A piece of chocolate with a side length of about 6 cm soon turned into powder. I put it into an iron bowl and melted it in boiling water. After a few minutes. The powder becomes chocolate sauce. I poured the chocolate sauce into the mold first, and then poured the previously mixed soufflé into the mold, no more, no less, just full. So, I put it in the oven and baked it. After a quarter of an hour passed, I took out the prepared pudding and cooled it in the refrigerator for an hour...

The pudding should be ready. I took out the formed pudding from the refrigerator and put it on a plate. The pudding is like jelly, elastic, smooth and bright. It was really hard to find anything after trying hard to find anything. It took all the hard work to get it, but it was so successful the first time. The aroma of chocolate lingers in your mouth.

Sure enough, whatever you do must be done with joy in order to do it well. However, not every first time goes as smoothly as this first one. Essay about the first time 8

The first time is great! The first time I took the test with 100 points, it was so glorious; the first time I went to the beach to play, it was so happy; the first time I rode a "roller coaster", it was so exciting; the first time I helped my mother wash clothes, it was so hard; the first time I flew on an airplane, it was so exciting I'm so happy that it's the first time that I'm so unforgettable. In my childhood memories, there are a few first times that are not necessarily happy, but definitely sparkling.

(1) The first time to practice guzheng.

When I was five years old, my father took me to see a large-scale theatrical performance. By the third program, I saw everyone was busy and carefully carrying something heavy and heavy, so I scratched my head and asked my dad in confusion: "Dad, what is that? The uncles and aunts are doing it again." "What?" Dad laughed: "It's called guzheng, and it's a special instrument. The uncles and aunts are busy carrying it!

Shh, stop talking, it's about to start!" Smiled and waited to begin. Look, several sisters in white clothes came up, sat down in their seats, and said something. The sisters waved their hands and started. Watching the sisters' hands stretching and bending rhythmically on the strings, each piece of music appeared. It sounds really nice, with an indescribable sadness, sweetness, and beauty. My father and I closed our eyes and admired it attentively.

Since then, I have been fascinated by this mysterious instrument. Practice it and learn it with concentration. Really achieved results

(2) Eating blueberries for the first time.

From the first moment I saw blueberries, I loved them. Look! The body is round and plump, like a sapphire. A drop of water meanders down dazzlingly. I put it in my mouth.

Wow! Sour, sweet, and an indescribable taste. I tasted it carefully, it was really "the delicious food in the world", sour and sweet, and a strong fragrance filled my heart. Life = blueberries! Why do I say this? Because life is colorful and there is not only one flavor, it is so similar to blueberry! ^_^

Thinking of this, two unanswerable questions suddenly popped up in my mind. They were really big questions! 1. Do I like blueberries because they taste good, or do I like them because they are philosophical? 2. Is what I taste in my mouth blueberries, or is it life?

(3) First time going to an amusement park

Amusement park! This seems to be a place that even children like. The first time I went to an amusement park was when I was three years old. I don’t remember much about it. I just remember that I was very happy and happy. At that time, I held my parents' hands and ran here and there, having a great time!

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The more first times there are in life, the more colorful life becomes. I hope you will have the courage to try and try more for the first time, thus leaving wonderful memories.

May you cherish your first time! Composition 9 about the first time

Sitting down together, my heart was still so nervous. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from my ear, "Don't be afraid, I believe you can do it, keep going!"

That was a familiar voice, the voice of my teacher. After taking a deep breath and adjusting my mentality, the performance started. When the dinner with the song "Two Butterflies" began, the waiter served many dishes, all of which I liked. Among them, my favorite is the red ginger beef. Take a bite, ah! Crisp, fragrant, so delicate, salty yet sweet, how delicious!

The most delicious soup is the bitter snail soup. Look! Red hot pot ingredients, silver pure and delicious shark's fin, green coriander, and bitter snails that are bitter at first and then sweet, fresh oysters are full of color and fragrance, making people salivate just looking at them. We kids ate a lot.

After eating and drinking, my sister and I had nothing to do. My sister suggested: "Why don't you become waiters in front of the restaurant, and I will train you." We all found it interesting. I agreed. "If a guest comes, you say 'Welcome.' If the guest is leaving, you say 'Please go slowly, welcome to come next time.'" My sister seemed to be very experienced, saying one thing after another. .

My sister and I stood upright. After a while, a guest happened to come. We both bowed neatly and said in unison: "Welcome, please come in!" The guest looked at us with a smile and said: "Hey, it's so cute." We also Then he laughed.

Then, two guests wanted to go back after their meal. We nodded politely and said, "Welcome to come again next time!" "Haha, okay! Okay!" an old lady said with a smile. explain. "Hey, these two little guys are so interesting!" said an uncle. After standing for a while, my sister couldn't hold on any longer. "Oh! I'm so tired. Sister, how much is our salary?" "One yuan a year." "Ah!" We shouted in unison, "One yuan per person per year?" "No, no, it's 50 cents per person. It adds up to one yuan. ""Huh, we're going to have sex." "Ha, ha." Just when I was at a loss, grandma got up. She saw my embarrassment and was not worried at all. , but laughed. I said angrily: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, I will never light the stove again." Grandma said: "Think about it, why didn't the stove turn on just now?" I thought about it calmly, and finally understood: I have let go. There are small branches, but there is no enlargement of firewood, so the base fire is insufficient. This time I summarized the reasons for the failure and learned lessons. Under the guidance of grandma, first light the paper, then put in the twigs, then add more firewood, and finally add the coal, and the stove was lighted effortlessly. Grandma smiled and said: "My little darling, come here quickly, grandma will wipe your sweat." I made a face to grandma: "Let me do it myself." I wiped the sweat from my face in the mirror, and in the mirror I showed a victorious smile.

It seems that no matter what you do, if you want to succeed, you must pay attention to methods. Essay 10 about the first time

Life is wonderful because of challenges. ——Inscription

I will always remember that day when I faced the first challenge in my life.

At that time, I was four years old, and my mother took me to the swimming pool to learn how to swim. For some reason, when I saw the huge swimming pool, I began to feel inexplicably afraid, and my legs began to tremble as if they were uncontrollable. Although I am not afraid of water, although I have fun in the bath, although I am very excited and curious when I come. But now, it was all gone and I stood by the swimming pool, not even daring to test the water. I thought silently in my heart: "Oh God! Please protect me from falling, otherwise I will be finished."

Later, with the encouragement of my mother, I mustered up the courage to touch the water with my foot, and the result was like an electric shock. Shrank back. My hair almost stood up, my sweats stood up, and I was shivering - it was too cold. If I stayed in this water for two hours, no, let alone two hours, even ten minutes, I would turn into ice. But I still held on to the ladder and poured water little by little, crying as I went down. The biting water made me shiver, until the water on the last step reached my neck. I tried to touch the bottom of the water with my feet, but I couldn't. I panicked a little, but my mother kept staring at me fiercely. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, jumped hard, and entered the water.

Hey, after entering, I found that the water didn't seem that cold. Maybe it was the sense of accomplishment after a successful challenge that made me warm.

Since then, I have begun to like and even enjoy such challenges. Especially facing the challenge of math problems excites me even more. Especially after solving one difficult problem after another, the joy cannot be described in words. I still remember that during a midterm exam simulation, I encountered a difficult question. I thought about it, the paper was almost gone, the pen was almost chewed up, but I just couldn't think of anything. Later, I thought of a question of the same type. The teacher used a linear equation of two variables, but my error rate for the linear equation of two variables was almost 100%. But there is no other way, let me challenge it! So I gritted my teeth and stamped my feet to figure it out. Hey, I didn’t expect it to be a green light all the way, and it really allowed me to calculate a result. I verified it twice and found that there was nothing wrong. Ah, my mood at that time was really like eating ice-cool lipstick-filled watermelon in the dog days of summer. The joy of this challenge overflowed in my chest for a long time, making me recall it endlessly.

In fact, there will be many challenges in our future lives. The challenge has come when you light the fire for cooking; the challenge has come when you step on the bicycle; the challenge has come when you pick up the pen for doing questions. Since we can't change them, let's face it from a different angle. Even if we lose, we won't be depressed, because we start to like the challenge, not only the final result, but also the process.