Unforgettable "first time" composition of 400 words

There are many firsts in life, such as taking the bus for the first time, watching a movie for the first time, cooking for the first time, playing games for the first time, doing handicrafts for the first time, getting injured for the first time ... I have also had many firsts, but among many firsts, there is one that I can't forget for a long time and always haunt my heart. ...

It was a weekend in senior two and senior three. After dinner, my mother had to go to the office to work overtime, so I went with her. Surfing the Internet in my mother's office, playing games for a while, feeling that there is nothing interesting to do, I can't help but want to go home. But the thought of fighting the "monster" on my way home immediately shattered my long-cherished wish. I just looked at the flashing computer screen and struggled in my heart. A voice said, "Go home! Go back! " Another voice shouted, "Why do you want to go back? Isn't it good to stay here? " The first voice rang again, louder than before: "Go back! This will not only accomplish what you want to do, but also exercise your courage! " Another voice trembled: "Don't go back …" The noise made me upset. My mother read my mind and said with a smile, "I can't wait, go back first!" " "I quickly shook my head, and my mother frowned:" How dare you? Then you have to wait another hour or two, and then come back with me. "I always love face, and naturally I can't stand my mother's ridicule:" Go … go! " "

Walking out of the office building, the wind is like a sharp blade, which hurts my face. Looking at the dark road, I feel guilty again. I crept into the darkness and walked trembling. Suddenly, a light flashed behind me and hit the opposite tree, reflecting the swaying branches on the tree. I thought it was some monster, so I stepped forward quickly. But I always feel that the "monster" in the tree behind me is staring at me and doesn't care about my image at all. I ran away and didn't stop breathing until I proved that the monster couldn't see me. I looked around and it was gloomy, and I couldn't help thinking of the ghost stories told by my classmates. My ears scream like a wild animal, and my legs are shaking, making it difficult to take a step.

Walking slowly, I came to a street lamp and suddenly saw a figure following me behind me. An idea flashed through my mind. Is that man following me? Without hesitation, I got into the darkness again and walked gently in the direction where I just found the shadow. Why did that man disappear? I turned around and suddenly found the man behind me, but it didn't look like it when I looked closely. I stared at him for a long time before I recognized his true face-my shadow, and I became suspicious again. Besides, how can there be ghosts in the world? I calmed my pounding heart, strode onto the road and went home soon. Hardly had I entered the room when my mother's phone came. Hearing my voice, my mother was obviously relieved: "Did you get home smoothly? I thought my baby son was eaten by a monster! " Hearing this, I couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Although the first experience is thrilling and frightening, it is also a good way to temper your strong will. I will never forget this matter, because it cultivated my autonomy and honed my will. Dare to try a meaningful first time, it will make your life more colorful!

In life, we have had many firsts: raising small animals for the first time, planting flowers for the first time, fishing for the first time ... These firsts are like footprints, printed on our growth path. What I remember most clearly is that I watched the geese fly and found the reason.

I remember that day, when the autumn was crisp, I was lying in the field enjoying the surrounding scenery. All of a sudden, a flock of wild geese formed a "human" shape and passed over my head, heading straight for the south. Wow, how spectacular! I looked at it stupidly. Why are they arranged in herringbone? A question flashed in an instant.

I hurried home to consult my grandfather. He smiled and praised me for asking a good question, and patiently told me that geese usually fly in a zigzag or zigzag way when they fly south. There are probably several reasons. One is flying in formation, which is uniform and not easy to fall behind. If it flies around, it will fall behind. If it falls behind, it will be difficult for it to fly to the south. The other is that when you meet an enemy, you can quickly spread out to avoid being hurt by collision. Arranged in a "herringbone" shape is the best. I'm afraid the third is the main reason. They have to fly a long way, which is difficult to do by their own physical strength and needs unity and cooperation. So they fly in the shape of a "human", and the head geese flying in front flap their wings to generate an updraft next to them, and the geese slightly behind can use this updraft to slide in the air, so that both sides are labor-saving. Avoid other geese flapping their wings and wasting energy. They passed one by one, so that they could finally fly to the south by relying on the strength of the group.

Ah! In fact, the flight of geese contains such profound truth that I didn't know before. I threw myself into grandpa's arms, lost in thought. ...

Yes, the flight of geese gave me a profound revelation: in life, we will always meet the test of failure, but only those who dare to fight are the ultimate winners. In a desperate situation, as long as we are United, we can see a bright future; In the cold of ice and snow, as long as we are United, we can usher in a warm spring breeze; In the vast sea, as long as we are United and brave the wind and waves, we will definitely reach the other side of victory ... Let us always remember one sentence-as long as we are United and persistent, we will overcome any difficulties in life.

[2] Life is a bumpy road. On this road, we have been pursuing the vastness of the blue sky and yearning for freedom. The most unforgettable thing for me should be letting go for the first time.

Please let go of those hands that hold me, we have grown up. We should learn to be independent, learn to live by ourselves, learn to create a world of our own with our own hands, and experience everything my parents have done for me.

That social practice really made me feel the pain of independence and giving up.

The first time I washed clothes, the running water seemed to be full of everything our parents had done. The water is transparent and clear enough to see through the hard work my parents have paid for me. Those little moves can't be realized without real feelings. Wipe the neckline, where the stains are concentrated, then wipe the cuffs with soap, rub them hard and wash them twice until they are clean. I suddenly realized how independent it is to climb the peak.

Washing dishes for the first time. On that day, I was on duty with No.4 student to wash all the bowls, and the bubbles seemed to reflect the bowls and sweat washed by my parents. Bubbles are transparent. I saw my parents' hands full of vicissitudes, but what I left behind was the gentlest touch. I saw my parents' tired waist, but I left a straight back. Suddenly realized, how can we still get the love from our parents?

Comb my hair for the first time. Growing up, my mother combed my hair every day. In seven days of social practice, the taste of combing your hair is really hard to bear. In the fine hair room, I slipped past my mother's sight of combing my hair. Smooth your hair first, then comb it flat from top to bottom, wrap it around, put it away slowly, and finally tie it up. I suddenly realized that every little gesture at ordinary times is my parents' concern and love for me.

An activity taught me to be independent and do things. In any case, I will hold up a sky with my hands, create the future and repay my parents.

I will never forget these unforgettable first times. ...

[3] The first time, I can't forget you.

"Life is like running water. Only when you encounter a reef can you inspire beautiful waves. " Indeed, this famous saying tells the true meaning of life. More than ten years of life journey, such as "running", has aroused waves again and again in my growth. These waves are ever-changing, so beautiful, and at the same time they have made so many firsts in my life.

At that time, I understood the true meaning of "thinking about change if you are poor". Because I was sick, I was lying in bed feebly. The night was quiet and I could only hear the ticking of the wall clock. At this time, my mother came back. Seeing that I was so ill, she took me to the hospital at once. On the way to the hospital, my mother and I took a bus. On the bus, my mother let me lie in her arms to make me more comfortable. Suddenly, I felt something fall and my face was wet. So I opened my eyes with difficulty. Ah, it turned out that my mother touched my hot forehead and cried sadly. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and at the moment I shed them, my mother's love ran through my body, and my heart was so warm. When this wave stirred in my heart, I even thought it was too late. How can I feel my mother's love? Is it the first time that my mother cares about me? This is definitely not, I know best.

Another time, I learned a profound lesson because I fell in the rapids. My academic performance has always been excellent. I shed tears when I got my report card for the first time. Looking at the incredible 88 points in mathematics, I have a lot of thoughts. Who is to blame? I thought I was confident before the exam and put math aside. Hey, it's all pride, that bad habit that keeps pestering me. "Pride makes people lag behind", a well-known truth, I verified it for the first time. I believe this is the first time I have made such a mistake, and it must be the last time.

Some people always sigh that time flies and they get nothing and know nothing, and life is empty and tasteless. Maybe they don't know that there are no bystanders in life. Many times in my life, I know what is love, what is hate, what is right and what is wrong. The first time, I can't forget you. You deserve my eternal memory!

Unforgettable first time

Childhood memories are like a string of pearls, and each pearl is a beautiful memory. One of the whitest and brightest pearls recorded my first skiing experience.

One winter, my parents took me to the ski resort to relieve my study pressure. As soon as dad rented ski equipment, I picked it up and rushed into the locker room.

There are so many people in the dressing room! I managed to find a seat and put down my things. Pick up the clothes and put them on. Huh? Why is this dress so long! Look down at the clothes and pants together! How can I wear this? Ask someone else? No, what if someone laughs at me? I see. Why not find someone who just came in to imitate his movements? That's it. I looked up and looked around. Ha! It happened that a man came in. I quickly found a seat next to him and picked up my clothes. I wear the same clothes as he does. I really put on this complicated costume.

I walked into the ski resort with my skis and ski pole in my arms. "Wow!" What you see is a piece of white and silver everywhere.

I went to the snow, imitated other people's skiing, and imagined the skier's movements: bending his knees, bending over, raising his head, grasping the poles with both hands, diving into the snow, and then pushing back with all his strength, only to hear a "hiss". I didn't go out, but fell on the snow. I tried to stand up, but I fell down halfway. I tried several times, and it was the same. I just wanted to call someone, but the shoes and skis separated. So, I stood up, shook the snow, and bowed my head to find a snowboard. As soon as I took a step, I bumped into a man. I looked up at once. Turned out to be a big brother. I'm going to apologize and slip away. Big brother said kindly, "Never mind, here you are." Say, give me the skis and help me put them on. Then he said, "Let me teach you how to ski!" Really? I am very excited.

So, my eldest brother took me to the flat ground and said to me with a smile: "The basic essentials of skiing are to bend your knees, bend over and raise your head. You can slide out with a gentle push of the pole, but don't use too much force. " I listened and did while repeating what he said. "Wow, that's great." I finally slipped out. Eldest brother looked at me, nodded and said, "Yes, the action is in place. We began to learn to accelerate and decelerate. Acceleration is to change the snowboard from parallel to outer profile and slow down to inner profile. " He demonstrated as he spoke, and I followed suit.

After more than two hours of practice, I learned the basic essentials of skiing. Suddenly, Big Brother said, "Let's have a race and slide down the middle to see who can skate well." I was a little scared when I saw it, but I was afraid of being laughed at, so I had to bite the bullet and agreed. But when I stood at the starting point, I thought to myself, "What will happen if I slide down?" Will you fall? "Finally, I closed my eyes and slipped down. After a while, I opened my eyes and looked: "Hey? Why is big brother waving to me? "No, I'm sliding backwards. What are we doing? Suddenly I heard someone shouting "Slow down! "How to slow down? I broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly remembered: inside eight characters! I quickly adjusted my skis. But how to reduce it faster and faster? Since this didn't work, I changed it to the outside eight characters, and the speed really slowed down. Finally, I reached the finish line.

From then on, I fell in love with skiing, but it always felt different from the first time.