Pottery joke

In life, we will experience many firsts, such as riding a bike, cooking, eating western food, flying, calling mom and dad for the first time ... countless firsts will leave a deep impression on us and make us unforgettable.

The feeling of the first time is not necessarily happy, but the first time is always fresh, such as freshly baked bread, which exudes attractive fragrance. The first time may not be successful, but the first time may be the beginning of your success. Did you learn anything from the experience? Compared with the experiences after another, the first experience always makes you remember deeply. So, don't let go of the once-in-a-lifetime first time.

The feeling of the first time is extraordinary, and the taste of the first time is also extraordinary. Sometimes it benefits you a lot, sometimes it gives you the creeps, sometimes it makes you ecstatic, sometimes it makes you lose your mind, and sometimes it makes you overjoyed. ...

I remember the first time I walked at night, I couldn't see my fingers on the road, the trees on the roadside whistled and the wind whistled. My heart is pounding in my bony chest, and I can't help shivering. I started running straight home without looking back. For a long time, when I saw me,

Countless times touched our hearts for the first time, leaving our footprints on the road of growth.

However, some students often complain like this: "In life, everything we encounter is commonplace, and what happens is trivial." Then why don't we find something new from what we are used to and create it for the first time, so that life will be colorful.

Let's cherish the first time more!

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, will make your life more colorful.

First attempt

The New Year's bell comes with endless joy. In the new year, people naturally want to celebrate warmly. Setting off firecrackers is the most common custom for people to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. Children love to play with firecrackers, and of course I am no exception.

However, I have never tried to set off firecrackers myself before, because I am timid. Every time my brothers and sisters set off firecrackers, I just stand by and watch with envy and fear. Aren't they afraid of firecrackers blowing on their hands?

My desire to set off firecrackers is affecting my heart more and more strongly-this year, I will try anyway.

It is worthy of being "the earth is red", and its voice is loud and warm, adding an infinite festive atmosphere to the arrival of the New Year. After the noise, I immediately ran to look for those unexploded firecrackers. When my sister saw me, she said, "Look for it more and give it to me. Anyway, you dare not play." I snorted: "Who said I dare not fight, I will call you today." So I asked my brother for a wooden stick with sparks, and I found the longest fuse from firecrackers. I don't know why, my heart is like a rabbit, plopping. My sister deliberately challenged me: "If you dare not, don't try to be brave. Give it to me. " As soon as I heard this, my heart sank and I threw caution to the wind. With firecrackers in my right hand and a stick in my left, I approached the fuse carefully. Somehow, my two hands always refuse to listen to me. Just when Mars was about to touch the fuse, my hand shook like a tie and I could never get close. This time I finally hated my heart, and with the determination to die, I touched the fuse on Mars and threw the firecrackers out with a wave of my hand. Hey, why is there no response? I looked at it carefully. Alas, the fuse never lit. I tried several times again, and every time I threw it away before the fuse lit. At this time, my brother came to teach me: "You don't have to be afraid. It's not too late to throw it when you see it burning. The key is to hold your breath and don't panic. " After that, he demonstrated it again in person. This time, I calmed down and did as my brother taught me. I saw sparks from the fuse and heard a "before". I threw the firecrackers out unhurriedly, only to see them explode after drawing a beautiful arc in the air. I made it!

I learned a truth from this attempt: "confidence"+"courage to practice" = "success". My heart has become much more comfortable. See you next year, my dear firecrackers!