Please write a 600-word composition on a topic I will never know. ...

When I was a child, my grandmother told me a story about ghosts, which left a deep memory for me. Since then, I dare not stay at home alone, nor dare I go out alone at night. Everyone says I'm a coward.

My careful father found my courage particularly weak. In order not to make me a coward, it was raining outside one night. My father said to me, "Mei Mei, go and buy a bottle of wine for my father." When I hesitated, my father said, are you afraid of ghosts? As soon as I heard it, I said, I'm not afraid I took my father's money and went out under an umbrella.

It's raining hard and the wind is chaotic. I started to run to the distant store to buy wine. On my way home, I looked around from time to time and always felt that a "ghost" was following me. When I got home, I told my father that I had just seen a ghost, which scared me to death.

What does a ghost look like? Why is it not afraid of you? "Well ... he may think I'm timid and unwilling!" "Ha ha, there are no ghosts in the world. I think it's obvious that you have a coward in your heart. "

"I don't believe it?" "Then let's go and see what ghosts look like." "I'm not going, I'm afraid." "Hey, your father is here, you don't have to be afraid." Dad pulled me to the window, and I saw the "ghost" following me, which scared me to retreat straight behind my father. Dad grabbed me and said, "The ghost you are talking about is the shadow after the branches shake. I took a closer look, and sure enough, as my father said, I bowed my head shyly. " From then on, I was not afraid of ghosts, because I knew there were no ghosts in the world.

I no longer hide my tears.

I have been considered a careless child by my parents since I was a child, because I never cry easily. Whether I was sick when I was a child or being scolded and beaten now, I looked fearless and was praised as a revolutionary martyr by my mother.

People say that "girls are flesh and blood made of water" and "men don't flick when they have tears". When I was a child, I was a strong girl. When they had tears, I wouldn't flick.

But a girl's strength has nothing to do with her grades. I did badly in the final exam of the first semester of junior high school.

I was walking in the street, and my mind was blank. It's past seven, and the winter night is unusually dark and cold, but the silvery moon is hanging in the sky, which is really beautiful. I have never been sentimental, but I am also worried now. When I got home, I took out my report card and looked at my parents' disappointed expression. I was speechless, and neither were my parents. Without shouting or scolding, my mother just patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's eat, son." My heart seems to have been stung by something and twitched. I suddenly looked up: "Mom, I ..." It's good to know my mistake. Come on, let's eat. "Maybe the room temperature is a little high and my eyes are a little sour. I tried to suppress my feelings and sat at the table with a straight face. Maybe today's hearing is special. I can hear chopsticks touching the bowl and everyone chewing. The air seems to be frozen. I feel suffocated and don't know what to eat. I looked at my parents, and they looked at me. In an instant, my grievance, loss and sadness came to my mind together. I put down my chopsticks and walked into my cabin. When I passed my mother, I said, "mom, thank you, I'm full." "

I didn't turn on the light, only opened the window. Winter is extremely dark and cold, and only the silvery white moon hangs in the sky. I looked at the moon, and sadness swallowed up all my feelings. I didn't struggle, let tears slide down my cheeks and drop into five petals in my palm-I was wrong, so I should study hard. These are tears of repentance, and I won't hide them.

Yes, I'm strong and won't cry easily. But if you always don't face up to your emotions, people will become indifferent. Tears are not weakness, but the best expression of true feelings.

Until now, when I am sad, I often think of it: the winter night is unusually dark and cold, and only the silvery white moon hangs in the sky, which is so beautiful. ...

I don't hesitate any more.

No matter what you do, if you want to succeed, you must be resolute. If you hesitate, you will accomplish nothing. This is the experience and lessons of countless successes and failures, and it is also my own personal experience. Therefore, I will give myself a "death order"-don't hesitate to do something.

Yes, because of hesitation, I missed countless opportunities to answer questions and was branded with the "crime" of not speaking actively; Because of hesitation, I missed the opportunity to show my style on stage; Because of hesitation, I became a coward in the eyes of teachers and classmates. Indeed, I lost a lot because of hesitation, which is a pity.

With the growth of age and the improvement of knowledge, I clearly realize that hesitation will miss great things. As long as I don't hesitate, it brings me courage, courage and joy of success.

I remember that at the beginning of the new semester in grade five, the class teacher came to recommend the class cadres, otherwise they would not be eligible for election. This new trick stumped a group of indecisive people. After the struggle, I no longer hesitate. So that night, I wrote my speech. The next day, although my heart was pounding, I was too nervous to face my classmates, and my mind was blank. But I still grit my teeth, try to calm myself down and try to remember what I recited last night. Although it was not very smooth, it won warm applause from the students. Perhaps my courage to stop hesitating touched my classmates. In the election campaign, I became a glorious squadron cadre and realized my dream. I'm so excited, so excited!

From then on, no matter what problems are difficult to solve in my study or trivial matters in my life, I will not hesitate to ask others for advice. Believe in myself, I will be able to control my own destiny without hesitation.

I'm not afraid to write a composition anymore.

Yesterday afternoon, I accidentally saw ten sets of CCTV's "Talking about Composition" programs, and I was immediately attracted. There is a simple reason. Writing used to be a pain. My greatest fear in high school was writing a composition. I failed the HKCEE exam twice because I didn't write a composition. The third make-up exam was forced to write a phone call and didn't get enough 800 words. Fortunately, I finally passed! I barely wrote a paragraph for the first time in the two college entrance examinations, but I still didn't write enough words for the second time. I was so sad that I couldn't write a composition at that time! May be affected by the trauma at that time, a lot of things are buried in my heart. I obviously have a lot to say, but I just can't say it! Now come back and let me write my composition again. I can write it in less than half an hour. Perhaps this is what the teacher said about people's growth, life experience and accumulation of experience. I am very grateful to the primary school teacher for arranging diaries, weekly notes, copying texts and many extracurricular activities. In junior high school, teachers have special requirements for reciting texts. In key senior high schools, teachers take special care of me. Probably because of the good foundation, I have to answer questions in every class. When others can't answer, let me finally answer, not only answer the questions but also read the text, and also give the teachers satisfactory answers directly. Usually the exams are not bad, and there is nothing wrong with the composition, but when it comes to the key exams and the college entrance examination, I can't write anything. Although the college entrance examination has passed for so many years, I really hate what happened at that time, wasting a year's youth, wasting my parents' money and wasting my expectations. I thought I would stand up stronger if I fell, but it encouraged my inertia! Finally, I walked into the palace of the university. I thought I would break off diplomatic relations with writing from now on, but after I entered social work, I liked the charm of writing more and resolutely abandoned my original major! Today, I can proudly say, composition, I am not afraid of you anymore, I will write you beautifully!

I'm not careless anymore.

I have grown up and am in the seventh grade. Looking back at the bright smiles and childish laughter of the first-grade children, I really can't bear to part. However, I have gained a lot, especially getting rid of the bad habit of carelessness.

I used to do my homework half-heartedly. I wrote a few words. After class, I have to drink saliva, go to the toilet and read books. I am always absent-minded. My mother told me to concentrate on my homework, so I sat in my seat. But this effect is not ideal. I was careless in my homework, absent-minded, thinking about the outside, and ran out to play without checking. My mother helps me check my homework. When I saw it, I made many mistakes: what word "pharynx" was written as "tongue"; The word "noon" was written as the word "cow"; The colored word "bin" was wrongly written and changed, and it was not filled in ... It was all my fault that I didn't check it carefully.

Another time, after dinner, my mother called me in the kitchen. I ran over and asked, "What is it?" Mom said, "If you are free now, go and help mom throw the bag of garbage in the living room into the garbage dump in the yard!" " ! There are two bags in the living room, one is garbage, and the other is ... "Before my mother finished, I rushed out and threw both bags away. Only when I came back did I know that the two bags, one bag of garbage and the other bag of cake and bread, were bought by my father in a bakery after a long walk. I threw both bags away as garbage. Mother knew, patted my head and said with a smile, "Look at you, you are careless." Why did you throw away the bag without listening clearly? Remember next time! "After realizing my careless bad habit, I made up my mind to get rid of it.

When I grew up unconsciously, I found myself more careful than before, and there were no more mistakes and jokes.

What a pleasant thing it is that I am no longer careless!