What composition have I studied 1 1?

The most important thing in learning is persistence. Only by perseverance can we succeed in our studies. So what composition should I write after studying? Share with you a model essay I have learned. Welcome to read!

What composition have I studied 1

I am a foodie. Whenever I eat grandma's jiaozi, I am like a greedy cat, eating nonstop. I think it would be great if I could eat my own jiaozi! So, I decided to learn from grandma and Jiaozi.

When wrapping jiaozi this time, I couldn't wait to reach out and grab a piece of dough to wrap jiaozi. Grandma stopped me in time: "You can't wrap the dough without rolling it into dumpling skin." I have to wait patiently. As soon as Grandma spread a _, I grabbed it and wrapped it like lightning. First of all, I put some dry flour on my skin to make it lose adhesion and not stick to my hands. Then I put in three spoonfuls of stuffing, so that I can make the most delicious and full jiaozi. As a result, jiaozi was so full that the stuffing came out of jiaozi's "belly". Oh, forget it, start over! This time I learned my lesson and only put half a spoonful of stuffing. As a result, when I touched it, Jiaozi was as flat as a ball stuck by a needle. I am very disappointed that the wall of confidence has collapsed. I don't want to learn. Clearly jiaozi is so beautiful in grandma's hand and so ugly in mine!

Grandma saw me angry and comforted me: "Nothing, don't worry, learn to endure jiaozi." I listened, and the wall of confidence was built again. I picked up a dumpling skin, followed grandma's example, sprinkled some flour on it, put two spoonfuls of stuffing, and shook it hard along the edge of the dumpling skin, and a jiaozi came out. It's not very beautiful, but just right. I showed a happy smile, and my parents were happy to see my wrapped jiaozi.

I learned to package jiaozi, which not only brought me happiness, but also made me understand that no matter what I do, I can't give up halfway. As long as I work hard, I will succeed.

What composition have I studied 2.

One sunny noon, my mother cooked delicious braised salmon for me. Unfortunately, the soy sauce is "bare". So, my mother asked me to buy soy sauce, and I readily agreed.

Walking on the way to the supermarket, I remembered that I hadn't asked my mother what brand of soy sauce was, but on second thought, it doesn't matter. This can't beat me, a man who is famous for his cleverness.

When I arrived at the supermarket, I saw rows of containers with a dazzling array of goods on them. There are colorful drinks, all kinds of old wines, and all kinds of daily necessities ... you really have everything.

I looked in the wine container, but I couldn't find soy sauce. I ran to the drink container again, of course, there was nothing. I stamped my foot anxiously. At this moment, the uncle of a supermarket employee happened to pass by. I immediately smiled and asked: "Hello, uncle employee! What about soy sauce? " Uncle pointed with his hand and replied, "The soy sauce is on the vinegar side!" ! Don't you see? "

I didn't listen to the employee's uncle, so I quickly put the container beside the vinegar. I stared up and down in front of the container, but I couldn't find soy sauce. I scratched my ears and spared my cheeks, doing nothing.

Just then, an aunt came up and asked, "What are you looking for, little friend?" I replied, "I want to buy soy sauce. Aunt, which is soy sauce? " "It's soy sauce, soy sauce." Aunt answered in the affirmative. Old smoke? Raw pumping? Are they soy sauce? But my aunt's positive eyes made me believe that soy sauce is soy sauce. But I remember, I didn't ask my mother to make soy sauce or soy sauce before I went out. I'm confused again.

I had a brainwave and recalled that my mother usually used soy sauce to cook braised dishes. So I took a bottle of soy sauce and happily paid for it and went home.

This little shopping trip let me know that soy sauce has an alias. Some are called soy sauce, others are called soy sauce. Hehe, this little shopping experience is really good.

What composition did I learn 3

So far, I have learned a lot. Such as: playing badminton, skating, doing housework ... but the persistence I have learned is incomparable with other things.

I remember that year, I did well in the final exam, and my father rewarded me with a red bike. I am both happy and worried. I'm glad that I finally have a bike. The worry is: although I have a bike, I can't ride it yet! My mother seemed to understand my mind and gently said to me, "Yuhuan, I will take you to the square tomorrow and teach you to ride a bike." "good!" I answered happily. In my heart, don't mention how happy I am.

The next morning, my mother and I came to the square. Mom asked me to push my bike to find the feeling first, so I had to walk around without getting bored. 15 minutes have passed, and my feet are really sore! It seems that there are thousands of pounds of things tied to your feet. I want to back down. Alas, it's so difficult to learn to ride a bike. I might as well not learn! At this moment, my mother said to me, "Well, not bad!" " "After listening to my mother's words, my heart suddenly became relaxed and full of confidence. Mother then began to preach: "The most important thing to learn to ride a bicycle is to keep the balance of the front, otherwise the car will turn left and right like a headless fly." "After listening to my mother, I am confident that I can do it. I was sitting on a bicycle. At first, the front of the car seemed to turn left and right. I fell down without walking a few steps.

I am not discouraged. I tried several times and began to lose many battles. There is no choice but to let the mothers hold it in the back of the car. With my mother's support, I can go far. Bang, I fell down again, and my mother let go.

I hurt my knee and my blood was red. Looking at this bright red blood, I couldn't help shedding warm tears and kept saying, "I don't want to learn, I don't want to learn!" " Hearing this, my mother said to me earnestly, "As long as you persist, have perseverance and perseverance, you will succeed." . How can you succeed if you always give up halfway? "After listening to my mother's teaching, I regained my confidence. Within two days, I actually learned to ride a bike, and most importantly, I learned to persist.

Now I take persistence as my motto, and let it remind me at all times that as long as I persist, have perseverance and perseverance, I will succeed.

What composition did I learn 4

Strange people, strange things, strange environment, no matter what the situation is now, I won't be afraid anymore. The confidence and firmness in my heart have always been with me. My friend said I was too persistent and told me I didn't need to be so strong, but I was still the same. As for how that force came from, I have the answer in my heart. ...

I transferred from junior high school. The school is far from home. It happens that the school attaches great importance to Monday morning reading and is not allowed to be late. What should I do? In the morning of the first day of junior high school, especially in winter, the weather will be very cold. On Mondays, my mother always takes me to school. Rain or shine, there is always a mother to shelter me from the wind and rain. Maybe it was my own impulse. In the second day of junior high school, I decided to go to school by bike alone. From then on, I enjoyed the cold and night along the way alone. ...

Riding a bicycle, the night is still the same, accompanied by cold. Fortunately, there is a bright moon on the horizon, which is the feeling of learning along the way in winter morning. I'm fifteen years old and I'm in Grade Two. How can I not be afraid in the face of endless darkness and eternal silence? I hesitated, whether to take this bus or not. I was probably afraid that my brother would laugh at me, but I never said anything.

Therefore, it is still the road full of night, or the unspeakable silence, accompanying me to school. Slowly, I like the feeling of going to school by bike alone. On the way, I recalled the laughter at home, imagined the ease of parking at school, and weaved my dream that I was still looking forward to coming true. Of course, I stayed away from anxiety and fear, replaced by confidence and strength all the way.

This road is very long, just like my future. I don't know when it will end, and I don't want to know. Because I like the peace around me, I also made confident and powerful friends, and suddenly realized that the winter morning is not really cold. ...

Until now, I am also drifting away by bike, as if I were taking my own future path. At the same time, I walk with strength. Now, I have unconsciously learned to face the strength. ...

What composition did I learn?

I have been particularly interested in music since I was a child. Whenever my father plays music to me, no matter how sad he is crying at that time, he always smiles through tears. It was not until the first grade of primary school that my father began to let me embark on the road of music and lay a good foundation for my music pagoda. As time goes on, the pagoda is built higher and higher.

One afternoon in early spring, the naughty wind gently fiddled with Brother Shu's thick green hair. Brother Shu hummed beautiful music, while I watched the violinist Hai Feizi's skillful playing skills in the film leisurely. Recalling those days, whenever I was ready to practice the piano, my voice was always inaccurate. Huo Ran, a raging fire of learning to tune is burning in my heart.

In the violin class, I expressed my desire to learn tuning to my teacher, but I didn't expect the teacher to agree generously at all. The teacher taught me how to find out the accuracy of Chu's voice first, but I, who has always had the worst sense of voice, couldn't tell whether the voice was too high or too low, so I had to rely on Andhadhun's assistance for the time being. The ancients said that "everything is difficult at the beginning", and it is a great challenge for me to distinguish intonation. However, a gate has passed and another high wall is waiting for me. It is also a difficult problem to turn the string when tuning. If you turn too hard, the rope will break with a bang. If you turn too hard, it will be difficult to turn it over. When I first started practicing at home, I accidentally broke my string and felt like I was hit by a falling meteorite. I quickly took the piano and the broken string and went to the teacher for help. The teacher said calmly, "You have just learned, and broken strings are common." These words have relaxed my mood a lot, and I am not so nervous when I encounter broken strings in the future. Sure enough, "God helps those who help him", after a long period of practice, I can judge the level of my voice without Andhadhun's help, and I can also appreciate the appropriate turning strength. My sacred tower of music is also built higher and higher every day.

"Learn one thing" is like oolong tea, bitter but memorable. In the process of learning, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks. As the saying goes, "the sword peak is sharpened, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." After constant thinking, we can learn more knowledge. Learning to tune and turn strings not only helps me to master the violin better, but also helps me to by going up one flight of stairs in music performance.

What composition did I learn?

I have been crying since I was a child, and I inadvertently learned a sentence from a great man to the effect that everyone's life is like a blank sheet of paper at the beginning, and what you draw on it is your life. From then on, whenever I receive grievances, I will take a piece of white paper and write the word "strong" on it, silently hoping that I can be really strong one day.

It is not easy to be strong. Although my habit lasted for two years, my bad habit of crying hasn't changed at all. Being strong is so far away from me.

Once I was wronged again and walked into the bedroom with tears in my eyes. Careful dad found something wrong with me, came over, picked up a piece of paper and put it in front of me. The paper is not empty, but it is a tall and straight tree and a bright flower. Under the raging wind, the trees are still so tall and straight, although some leaves have been blown away by the wind. Flowers bloom under the scorching sun in winter, giving people a good feeling. Dad told me, look at this big tree. Although the wind was raging, it was not blown down, but stood there quietly, like a mountain. Flowers bloom against snow, not bravado. If flowers bloom in spring, who will see them? Flowers are not afraid of wind and snow, which is called being strong. Uncle stood there firmly, and that was strength. Being strong means not crying for trivial things. Being strong means silently bearing all the pressure.

Looking at my serious dad, I felt strong for the first time when I was not sensible on weekdays. From then on, I stopped complaining about others, crying over trifles, and being cowardly. Now I want to thank my father for his careful teaching. Without his encouragement, I can't walk out of the shadows and see the bright sunshine.

I learned to be strong! Although I am still weak, I firmly believe that my dream will come true one day as long as I work hard. Later, I learned that the flower my father painted was plum blossom. This plum blossom is the most famous flower in China. The flowers next to them bloom in spring, but they are different. The more the wind oppresses the snow, the more energetic and delicate the flowers bloom. My father told me by plum blossom that a China person should have the temperament of plum blossom under any circumstances. ...

What composition did I learn?

Today, I saw my mother rolling dumpling wrappers to prepare jiaozi. I thought to myself: I can't keep jiaozi, so take this opportunity to learn from my mother.

My mother's curly skin is round with a thick middle and a thin edge. I picked up the dumpling wrapper, picked up some stuffing with chopsticks, carefully sandwiched it between the dumpling wrappers, and squeezed it with both hands. I just feel sticky. When I look at it carefully, I can't help shouting, "Oops!" It turned out that I used too much force to crush the dumpling skin and the stuffing came out. I quickly "first aid" and picked up a dumpling wrapper to block the broken place, but the stuffing came out from the other side. I quickly blocked the hole with another dumpling skin. By this time, my mother had packed five or six. My jiaozi was in the middle of my mother's jiaozi, and there was a "general's belly", which really embarrassed me.

My mother looked at me embarrassed and said with a smile, "Come on, I'll teach you how to bag." She picked up a dumpling wrapper and put it in her left hand. She scooped up a little stuffing with a spoon and said, "Don't put too much stuffing, or the dumpling skin will crack." Mom went on to say: "When wrapping, first fold the dumpling skin in half and then squeeze the middle tightly, then pinch the dumpling skin from right to left, and make a few folds when pinching." I made it according to the method my mother taught me, and the bag is much better than before.

It seems that it is not difficult to study jiaozi. I practice a few more times, and the package is better than my mother!

What composition did I learn?

Today is Sunday. My mother has a lot of clothes to wash. I thought about it. I'm too old. I should wash my own clothes. So, I picked out my own clothes and asked my mother to teach me to wash clothes.

My mother told me to apply washing powder to the dirtiest part of the clothes first, then rub it, first rub the collar, then rub the cuffs, and finally rub the front and back of the clothes. When washing, small white bubbles appear on the clothes. In the sunshine, they are dazzling, which reminds me of the soap bubbles that I blew when I was a child. Finally, filter with water once.

I feel backache after washing for a while. Washing clothes is really not an easy task. I said to my mother, "I don't want to wash it." My mother told me, "Do everything wholeheartedly, don't give up halfway." As soon as I heard this, I thought to myself, "I shouldn't be a lazy cat." I can't reach my clothes and my mouth is full of food. My mother must be more tired after washing so many clothes. " I have grown up and should learn to do everything by myself. "I bitten to grind, continue to wash.

Finally, I washed all the clothes. I am very happy to see the fruits of my labor. Mom also smiled and said, "I finally learned to wash clothes, which is a good start."

When I hung clean clothes on the rope, I thought: Labor makes us happy. I must form a good habit of loving labor.

What composition did I learn?

So far, I have learned many things, such as playing basketball, badminton and skating ... persistence in these things is indispensable.

One day in the summer vacation, I enjoyed the scenery of the oldest Great Wall of the Chinese nation. Badaling stands in the western suburbs of Beijing, with ups and downs in the distance and steep mountains nearby. The Great Wall hovers on the ridge like a soaring dragon. As soon as I set foot on the Great Wall, I was stunned by what I saw. It was a sea of people, and people rushed up like a flood. I held the wall and struggled up step by step. When I arrived at the first beacon tower, I was panting. After the break, we went on to the next beacon tower. The Great Wall is getting steeper and steeper. "I'm exhausted! "I'm sitting on the steps, don't climb. My father said to me, "We must stick to everything and never give up halfway!" " "Listen to my father, I seem to understand a lot, also have a lot of power. Finally, we climbed the heroic slope of the Great Wall, where stood a stone tablet, which was written by Mao Zedong: "You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall." This sentence inspired me a lot. The more I climb, the more tired I get. I really can't climb. When I think of what my father said to me, I think: I must stick to it so that I can succeed. I must climb to the top. I walked step by step, and finally we climbed to the top of the Great Wall and saw the magnificent landscape.

If it weren't for "persistence", I couldn't have climbed to the top. It is also "persistence". I used to be a hero.

What composition have I studied 10

I watched a video of making styrofoam on Saturday. I was curious, so I prepared my own materials: shaving foam, glue, baking soda powder, bright powder and other items and decided to make styrofoam.

As soon as lunch was over, I started cooking. Because it is the first time to make styrofoam, I am excited and nervous. I'm excited that I can do DIY, but I'm nervous. I'm afraid I will fail and I can't finish it.

I took a deep breath and started to act. I first found a box, poured the glue into it, then carefully poured the baking soda powder into the box, then carefully poured the glue into it and began to stir. After stirring evenly, I stirred the contact lens care solution for a while, waiting for my final result-styrofoam molding.

But at this time I found a problem-styrofoam doesn't foam. What is non-foaming styrofoam? I tried many times and for a long time, but I failed to shape the bubble well. After repeated observation, I finally found that it may be because I forgot to add shaving foam. Well, I wanted to give up, but at this moment, I remembered my father told me: you can't give up halfway, so I pulled myself together and began to think. I thought: is it okay to add shaving foam to the back? Are there any other steps? Give it a try! So later I added shaving foam and rubbed it together. After a closer look, my styrofoam finally took shape. Unexpectedly, my method is still good!

This time, I learned how to make styrofoam. Through this experience, I learned not to give up halfway, but to find ways to solve it.

What composition have I studied 1 1

Today, I came to the classroom with a small orange lamp and saw my classmates quietly sewing buttons with their heads down. I'm not among them, so put down my schoolbag and get ready to learn to sew buttons.

I saw the teacher holding the needle in his left hand and the thread in his right hand, staring at the eye of the needle, then aiming at the eye of the needle and wearing it. As soon as I saw it, it turned out to be so simple. I learned to be a teacher, with a needle in my left hand and a thread in my right hand, and put it on. But it's not as simple as I thought. The thread has become hairy and fat, and the pinhole is too small to get through. I have to lick the thread with my tongue to make it thinner before I wear it. I held my breath and put it on. It finally came in. "At this moment, my heart blossomed.

It's time to sew the button. The teacher made a demonstration. She took the cloth in her left hand and the needle in her right hand, put the button on the cloth and put it on from below, so she sewed a button repeatedly and sewed it. I thought to myself, it's as simple as that. It's a piece of cake for me. My good cloth was sewn with a needle. I put it in the buttonhole, but I accidentally poked the needle in my hand. I screamed. But I still didn't give up. I am more focused and careful. I sew from bottom to top and wear it again and again. Finally, I was very excited. At that moment, I felt a sense of pride.

"ah! I am really glad that I have learned another skill to help my mother do more housework. " Children, come and learn! So I can help my mother share the housework.