What composition have I studied (Selected Edition)

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What composition have I studied? 1

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 2

So far, I have learned a lot. Like playing badminton, skating and doing housework? But the persistence I have learned is incomparable to 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 3

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 already 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 all 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 cold.

Until now, I am also drifting away by bike, which seems to be my future road. At the same time, I walk with strength. Now, I have unconsciously learned to face it?

What composition did I learn 4

It is said that tolerance is a good quality of our Chinese nation, but I have never understood what tolerance is, and I don't believe that people are really that open-minded. I didn't understand the definition of tolerance until two things happened next to me.

Once, the Chinese teacher told us a story: that year, she was a senior one, and one day at noon, a boy was lying on a table by the window, and she and several girls chased each other in the aisle. She accidentally bumped into the window, and the window slammed shut, knocking over a bottle of ink on the windowsill, just splashing on the boy, and his white really cool shirt turned black. His father just bought him that shirt. In the 1970s, most people couldn't put it on, but his father, who was a secretary, bought it through the back door. She was scared to death. She felt that she was in trouble, because the family could not afford to buy such a shirt to compensate others. Her face turned white, and she quickly asked the boy to take off his clothes and wash them, but the damn ink could not be washed away. The boy didn't say a word of complaint, but kept persuading and comforting her. He said, "Never mind, never mind. You can still wear it if you are dyed black. " Later, the skirt was dyed, but it didn't look good. The teacher said very emotionally that she would never forget it. I can see that she is very grateful to that boy.

The teacher called it "tolerance", and the boy's tolerance solved a crisis she would face. The boy's tolerance made her so grateful to him all her life. This is the magic of tolerance.

I didn't think so at the time. I always feel that the teacher is making up stories to preach to us.

I once went to a relative's house. On a bumpy bus, I saw a young man with big bags in his hand. Although it was early spring, he was sweating profusely. When the car turned the corner, he tripped and was thrown to the right, and his things were scattered all over the car. In desperation, the basket in his hand hit an aunt's leg, and the aunt was so angry that people were almost knocked down by him. I thought my aunt would scold him, but she just smiled at her and said, "It doesn't matter!" " "This matter makes me very puzzled. Then I told others my doubts, and they just smiled and said, "This is tolerance! " "

Another time, on New Year's Eve, I happily went to play with my sisters. A boy younger than me stepped on my foot. He quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Eyes full of apologies and fears. Maybe he was worried that I would bully him. But I shook my head and smiled and said, "Never mind, you didn't mean it." He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother, that's very kind of you!" Give me a warm smile. Suddenly feel very happy.

One side of the elder sister also burst out laughing. They said, "You also learned to tolerate others." "Are you? Is this tolerance? " I touched my head. Unexpectedly, I also inadvertently learned tolerance. Tolerance is really amazing and makes me so happy. Think about it carefully: yes, as the saying goes: take a step back, be patient for a while, and be calm.

Suddenly, I seem to understand what tolerance is. Tolerance is the concern of the boy respected by our teacher, and tolerance is the understanding of the aunt on the bus; Tolerance is my forgiveness for that little boy. The original "tolerance" is around me, in every sweet smile! Being able to tolerate others with a broad mind can make the world more exciting. Forgiving others' mistakes with tolerance can make you a better person in the world.

What composition did I learn?

Animals must quickly learn the first skill when they are born, that is, running. Because animals have learned to run, they can avoid enemy attacks. People are no exception, because the first need of life is to eat, so people must master a skill-cooking. I learned to cook by accident.

Every time I see my mother cooking, my hands itch. I asked my mother many times to let me cook, probably because I was afraid I would get burned. Every time she found some excuse to refuse my request. Finally, one day, the opportunity came! It was noon on a Saturday. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother steaming rice, washing vegetables and preparing cooking as usual. Just then, the telephone rang loudly, and my mother quickly picked up the phone, only to hear my mother say, "OK, I'll be right there." I hung up and said to me while changing my shoes, "I have something to do." I have to go to the office. " Say that finish and left. I waited for my mother while reading a book. Five minutes have passed. 10 minutes have passed? Unconsciously, my stomach has begun to sing an empty plan. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. Why don't I try it while my mother is away? At first, I quickly turned on the natural gas stove and put away the pot. What should I put first? Just when I hesitated, I suddenly found that the pot had begun to smoke. There seems to be no time for me to think about it. I poured cabbage into the pot crazily. Suddenly, a hot air came at me and scared me back a few steps. After a while, I got up the courage, picked up a spatula and shoveled it in the pot several times. Oh, dear, patches of "black spots" have grown on the plate. I quickly turned off the fire and put the cabbage in the bowl. At this moment, I suddenly understood that I should put oil first. Next, I'm going to cook the second dish-scrambled eggs with tomatoes. This time, I have experience. First, put the oil in. When the oil smokes, I'll pour the scrambled eggs into the pot, fry them for a while, and then pour the tomatoes in. Huh? Why are there many black spots in the dish? Anyway, I can't eat anything in the pot. I thought about it and put the food in the bowl.

I don't know when, my mother has stood behind me and said with surprise, "So capable, the dishes are all cooked." I quickly pushed my mother out of the kitchen and sat her at the table. First, I bring the fried cabbage to my mother. My mother looked at it and said in surprise, "This dish should be fried black vegetables, right?" I put scrambled eggs with tomatoes on it, and my mother took a bite and said humorously, "My scrambled eggs with tomatoes are two colors, you can fry them into three colors!" " "Maybe my mother ate all the food on the table to take care of my face. My mother also gave me a "very high" evaluation of the dishes I cooked: "At your level, it's strange to open a restaurant without losing money! "

With this experience, my mother has confidence in me. After my mother's hands-on guidance, I finally learned to cook. However, if you want to eat my fried three-color tomato eggs, it is hopeless!

What composition did I learn?

I woke up this morning, got dressed and found my mother still sleeping. I didn't wake her up, just waiting for my mother to get up and cook. At this time, an idea flashed through my mind: I am ten years old and it is time to learn to cook. I'll go to the kitchen and see what I can do. Looking for some mung beans, I remembered that my parents were very busy at work these days, and they had already got angry. Mung beans could get rid of the fire, so I decided to burn mung bean tea.

I took a small bowl, filled it with a bowl of mung beans, picked up the dirty things inside, washed them with water, filled half a pot of water in the rice cooker, poured the washed mung beans into the rice cooker, turned on the power, and put the rice cooker on the cooking stall to prepare for cooking.

What dishes are fried? Mom usually likes scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes and knocked them into the bowl like my mother. At this time, I was in trouble: I didn't know how much salt to put. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually only puts a little salt in scrambled eggs. I put a little as usual, stirred it and put it aside. Before long, I heard the sound of "_ _" when pouring oil into the pot. So the oil is hot. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot, kept turning them over, broke them into pieces and poured them into the plate. At this time, I am relieved. When I went back to get the tomatoes, I found that the tomatoes had not been cut. I quickly picked up a knife to cut tomatoes. First I cut it on the chopping board, but I got a tomato juice on the chopping board. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually cuts it by hand, and I cut it carefully into the bowl as usual. After a while, I cut the tomatoes. I turned on the fire, and when the water in the pot dried up, I put a little oil in it. As soon as the oil smoked, I quickly poured the tomatoes into the pot, turned them over for a while, and then put the eggs back into the pot, adding Nande seasoning and monosodium glutamate. After stirring, I poured them into a plate, and a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.

I turned on the rice cooker and saw that the mung bean had "blossomed". I knew the mung bean tea was cooked, so I took them out and served them on the table to wake my mother. Mom got up and saw the food on the table. She was surprised and asked, "Who did this?" "I succeeded!" I'm proud to say. "Really? My child has grown up and can cook! " I was flattered by my mother's praise.

I learned this meal bit by bit when I usually watched my mother cook. It seems that "attention is everywhere"! In the future, I will observe carefully everywhere in my study and life, pay attention everywhere and learn more knowledge.

What composition did I learn?

Sunrise and sunset, spring comes to Qiu Lai. As for the passage of time, have I ever thought about cherishing them? I was young and ignorant. I never thought about the consequences of what I did, and I never thought about being responsible for what I did.

When I was very young, I often went to the park to pick my favorite flowers. I also like to go back to my hometown and catch tadpoles by the pond with a glass bottle during the day. Fly fireflies with friends at night; However, the flowers I pick always wither in my arms; The tadpoles I catch always suffocate in my bottle when I am not careful; The firefly I jumped on will die silently in my palm forever. In this way, I broke a sweet soul, strangled a creature, and put out a blue light? In this way, I wantonly destroy or hurt these little creatures, and I willfully hold things that don't belong to me in my hand?

Until one day, a blue butterfly leisurely flew to my windowsill, regarded my clothes as a garden and danced around me. I have never seen such a beautiful and lovely butterfly. I was fascinated by its amazing beauty. I netted it with a net and took a closer look: its beautiful wings were inlaid with yellow and black spots with a sapphire blue background from light to deep, just like the sea. By feeling, I conclude that this is the masterpiece of a butterfly. I was ecstatic and took a big bottle and put it in. I saw it constantly flapping its wings, desperately trying to get rid of this sudden "Skynet". However, soon, it was exhausted and had to do its best to make a final struggle. Finally, it stopped moving.

I quickly took it out of the bottle, kept touching it and danced anxiously. However, it can't move any more, and it smells good? I don't know when tears unconsciously flowed to my cheeks. With remorse and self-blame, I wrapped it in white paper and prepared to bury it under the pot of "one red a day". When its grave was dug up, I couldn't bear to put it in the dust. I have studied it for a long time, and I can't put it down. I will make it a beautiful bookmark, so that it can remind me at all times not only to pay attention to everything around me, but also to cherish it, including family and friendship.

Now, I really learned to cherish! I also know that no matter what, don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it!