It turns out that I am also very confident in my composition.

In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following are my confident original compositions (9 selected articles). Welcome to read the collection.

It turns out that I am also very confident in my composition 1 "You, you really don't follow me at all, and your speech is upside down, which makes people unable to understand." My mother always scolds me like this, and I feel inferior.

At school, no matter what class I take, I never raise my hand to speak, but just sit silently. "Zhang Sa, you can answer this question." I stood up under the gaze of the whole class. In fact, the answer to this question has long been in my mind, but when it comes to my mouth, I can't spit out a word. "Well, that's right, that's right." My face flushed, and the teacher reluctantly asked me to sit down.

My mother saw me like this and immediately signed me up for a language class. In language class, I'm just a loner, and I won't take the initiative to make friends. After half a semester, I don't know many people. In a recitation class, I timidly recited a short paragraph and stopped at once. The teacher encouraged me: "Baby, you are great. It would be better to have some feelings! " "I tried to amplify my voice and the teacher gave me a thumbs-up sign. I gradually gained confidence and practiced in front of the mirror over and over again. When I recited it to my family again, I became emotional and integrated myself into it.

Soon, I signed up for the "Youth Cup" recitation. I encouraged myself again and again, telling myself: I went from an inferior girl to the present, isn't it for this moment? I recited my lines and secretly cheered myself up. I smiled, took a step, and began to recite with confidence. From beginning to end, everywhere is full of feelings, without pause. Finally, the recitation ended with a "thank you". I can't believe it. At the end of the game, I won the first place with the highest score. At that moment, I shed tears of excitement and received a certificate as heavy as a thousand pounds.

It turns out that I am also very confident.

It turns out that I am also very confident in composition 2. "You child, why don't you dare to go on stage!" "

"You sing very well. Why don't you sing when there are many people? "

"How dare you not say hello to others? How rude! "

Since I was in kindergarten, such words have often been whispered in my ear. My parents, classmates and teachers have all said so about me.

In the music class, the teacher stared at me as soon as the class started: "The students all said that you sang well. Come and sing a song for everyone! " The eyes of my classmates also came to me, expecting. I was so nervous that my nose was bleeding, and I even stammered, "Old teacher, please sing another song for someone." The teacher was embarrassed. The class representative helped me out and smiled and said to the teacher, "Teacher, his voice is not very comfortable today." The teacher smiled: "Nothing, let's sing next time!" " I breathed a sigh of relief, a long sigh of relief. After class, the teacher said to me, "Alas, you just have no self-confidence and are too timid." .

Until that incident, I changed my view of myself.

At that time, the school held a "scholarly campus" activity to inform three people in each class to participate in the speech contest. As soon as the head teacher entered the class, he said, "Our class sent a field in this competition." My head banged, as if I had fallen into the abyss. I tried to explain to the class teacher and said timidly, "old teacher, I". The head teacher's face immediately cleared up, and the dark clouds interrupted me, "Don't explain!" "

When I got home, my mind was full of speeches. I practiced in front of the mirror again and again, trying to face the audience with a smile. But when I think of all the teachers and students in the audience, I can't laugh. I practice every day, and I ruined my speech. I'm still dissatisfied with myself. Oh, what can I do!

Soon, the game was held as scheduled. When I was preparing under the stage, my heart kept jumping like there were 110 thousand rabbits. I secretly said to myself, "This is my first time on stage. I must get a good ranking! " "I think so.

Finally, it was my turn. I walked unhurriedly on the stage and was very nervous when I saw my classmates and teachers under the stage. I took a deep breath and started my passionate speech. At first, my voice trembled, but gradually calmed down. I vividly put my bad draft on my back, one paragraph, two paragraphs "My speech is over, thank you!" " "In the thunderous applause of all the teachers and students, I walked off the platform with a sense of accomplishment.

"Tian, you are really good!"

"You did a good job today!"

In the praise of classmates and teachers, I found that, originally, I am also very confident!

It turns out that I am also very confident. 3. The beautiful face of flowers comes from self-confidence. The moment a bird flies high, it comes from its courage; The growth of the shadow in the storm stems from its power.

That year, that autumn, seemed destined to change something.

I used to be a shy and introverted girl, and I probably couldn't say a few words a day. At that time, I was like an "air man", but I had a dream of being a host in my heart. What I admire most is that when the host steps onto the stage, his eyes are always shining. This is a dream. For me at that time, it was like a "daydream".

However, opportunities always come quietly. On this day, the teacher asked me to go to the office to find her after class. I walked into the office with trepidation, went to the teacher and asked timidly, "Teacher, did you want to see me?" The teacher looked at me with a smile and handed me a manuscript full of words, which read "the main manuscript" The teacher explained, "The teacher wants you to be the host of this activity. You have a good image and a sweet voice. It's just that it's our class's turn to choose the host this time. Please try! " "No, I can't do it well, and my classmates will laugh at me!" I said with tears streaming down my face, and the teacher patted me on the shoulder and said, "The teacher believes in you and will certainly be able to do it." How do you know if you don't try? " I had to take the manuscript.

In the next few days, I practice as soon as I have time, often until ten o'clock in the evening. The manuscript is full of notes, and I know this is my chance to dream and show myself. i do not want to give up. However, on the day of the performance, I finally began to shrink back.

I put on makeup and clothes. I'm nervously preparing backstage. I've been trying to cheer myself up, but my feet are shaking. I was about to give up when the teacher came over and said, "Come on! You can do it! " Looking at his encouraging eyes, I nodded vigorously. Hey, come on, win glory for the class and never give up! I cheered myself up, the spotlight came on, I stepped onto the stage, raised the microphone with trembling hands, and the voice slowly flowed out. When I made a curtain call, the audience broke into thunderous applause. I succeeded, I smiled happily! At that moment, I said to myself, I did it! I can shine like a TV host! Hard work has brought successful applause, and an unprecedented sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously!

That was my first time on stage. In a blink of an eye, many years have passed, and the girl in that photo is still smiling!

It turns out that I am also very confident. When I was 4 years old, my skin was dark and my facial features were not prominent. Plus, I'm not tall, and I'm always laughed at for being ugly. I feel extremely inferior.

I thought I would always grow up with inferiority complex until then.

As soon as the buttonwood trees turned green, people in the street began to wear skirts. My parents sent me to my grandmother's house in the country because of their busy work.

Careful grandma found that I always kept my head down and asked me what was wrong, so I told her the truth. Grandma pulled me under a big tree, and I pointed to it curiously and asked: What kind of tree is this? Grandma kindly said, well, it's the fig tree, which will bear magical fruit and be particularly confident after eating it! Naive, I feel particularly magical, so I wait for its result quietly.

Finally one day, it finally bears fruit, and all the dark red fruits are smiling, as if waiting for me to pick them. I called my grandma excitedly. The moment I got the fruit, I couldn't wait to eat it, as if I felt that I was going to change from an ugly duckling to a white swan. Since then, I have become less inferior and finally willing to walk with my head up.

Indeed, fewer and fewer people call me ugly, and I am extremely happy. It turns out that I am also very confident. Since then, I have asked my grandmother to send me figs every year.

It's late autumn again, and the leaves on the trees are all yellow. As soon as the autumn wind blows, the leaves fall on the ground in twos and threes, in the yard and in the corner, like butterflies that can't fly anymore. But I didn't wait for grandma's fig because she was in hospital.

Grandma is in the hospital bed, but I am begging her to pick fruit for me, for fear that she will feel inferior if she doesn't eat for a year. My mother slapped me angrily and said I was not sensible. I cried sadly. Grandma loves me dearly, but she still goes back to her hometown. Huge raindrops are sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, beating against the window in disorder, as if announcing their arrival. I looked out of the window and waited anxiously for my grandmother.

After a while, my wet grandmother ran to me with a handful of fruit eroded by rain. She was afraid that I was in a hurry and didn't even bring an umbrella. Suddenly, hot tears ran across my face. At that moment, I understood that it was grandma's confidence that made me beautiful.

Since then, I have never asked my grandmother to send me figs. Every time I feel inferior because of my appearance, I will think of my grandmother. I will become more confident because I know that I have a grandmother who loves me and will give me confidence. Because of self-confidence, no one laughs at me anymore.

It turns out that I am also very confident.

It turns out that I am also very confident. When winter comes, there are few leaves on the branches, and there is still some frost on the withered leaves. The wind is cold and icy, blowing in people's faces like a knife.

Growing up, I lost many opportunities to show myself. My self-distrust is killing my soul like a demon, making me completely lose myself and succumb to the darkness on the way forward in life.

In Chinese class, our teacher should check our recitation after class. At this time, there are not many people raising their hands in the class, and I am very nervous, because I am always afraid that the teacher will point at me, and I am afraid that I will make a fool of myself in front of my classmates and be laughed at by them. The teacher asked some questions at random. When I mentioned who came back, I was more scared and nervous. My head hung down deeply, my eyes were fixed on the table, and I didn't dare to glance away. "Chaoyang", with a buzz in my ears, my mind went blank. I only heard the "thumping" heartbeat in my chest and stood up slowly. I just feel that my classmates are staring at me. My face is burning, my lips are trembling and I can't speak. I could have recited it, but I dare not recite it in front of everyone.

At this moment, my deskmate leaned over and whispered to me, "Don't be nervous, just imagine that you are alone in this classroom. If you are too nervous, close your eyes. I believe you! " I closed my eyes and began to recite. Sure enough, although I didn't recite it well, I finally recited it. I am so happy, a strange emotion overflows from my heart and spreads all over my body. I know it's called confidence!

It's cold in winter, but I feel warm. It turns out that I am also very confident.

It turns out that I am also very confident. When I was 5 years old, my parents divorced. From then on, I became quiet, as if everyone around me looked at me with strange eyes. The heart has also become extremely inferior and has no self-confidence.

That is, from then on, I no longer like playing with children. I'm afraid they'll make fun of me for being a motherless child. I just sat quietly in the chair and watched the other children play. I don't like to talk when I go to kindergarten. I feel like a child abandoned by the world, lonely and helpless. Always worried about what I did wrong, timid.

Once I was sick, I seemed exhausted and even had no strength to walk. Grandma took a week off to accompany me and cooked my favorite dishes every day, but I had no appetite at all.

Teacher Ren is my head teacher. I heard that I was ill. In order to make me recover as soon as possible, I specially took a week off to take care of me. I know she gave me more concern when she saw that I didn't have my mother around. It was this week that I felt as warm as my mother. Teacher Ren took care of me silently for a week, comforting me and encouraging me. I gradually came out of the shadow in my heart, as if there was a light coming in, which was very warm.

A week later, I went to school and started chatting and playing with my classmates. I am very happy talking and laughing every day, and my classmates like to play with me. I began to like to raise my hand to answer questions in class, and my test scores also entered the top ten of the class, which was praised by teachers and everyone. My heart is full of joy, and a little self-confidence takes root in my heart, which gives me the courage to face everything. Teacher Ren smiled happily when she saw me, and she also showed a bright smile. That smile is full of warmth and care.

I found this. It turns out that I am also the most brilliant flower among flowers, full of self-confidence and upward strength.

It turns out that I am also very confident. After six years of primary school, I deeply found that I was not confident at that time, but I seemed to be slowly changing and becoming more confident. ...

Elementary school, answer the question

When I was in primary school, I seldom raised my hand in class. I always feel that my answer is wrong. Whenever the teacher asks me to answer questions, I am always nervous. When my answer is correct, I think my answer is not perfect; Wrong answer, afraid of classmates' ridicule and teachers' disappointment. Although I know my classmates won't laugh and my teacher won't be disappointed, I still can't regain my confidence. Self-confidence is a hurdle in my heart.

Primary school graduation ceremony

Graduation ceremony is an important stage in my life, because after it, it means that you will move from primary school to junior high school. And I never thought that the teacher would choose me as the host of such a grand ceremony. This is both a surprise and a joy to me. Surprise-the most important thing for a host is undoubtedly confidence, which I don't seem to have. Hi-naturally, I was touched by the teacher's trust in me. I also decided to do my best. On this day, I was very nervous. I don't want to live up to my teacher's expectations. I walked slowly onto the stage. I regard my eyes as a cloud, as if it were my world. I gave a speech without distractions. At this time, I was shocked. I never thought about confidence, and now I seem to have tasted it a little. This feeling is very good. ...

Junior high school campaign class cadres

Just entering junior high school, there is a very important thing-running for class cadres. After the last graduation ceremony, I took a small step towards self-confidence, so I decided to stand for election. I'm running for the study committee. From writing a manuscript to memorizing a manuscript to giving a speech to showing my talents, I have done every step seriously, because I believe that as long as I do things well, I can succeed. Many things happen. I got my wish and became a study committee member. The biggest contributor is self-confidence. Self-confidence made me successful, and I took another step towards self-confidence.

Junior high school Chinese composition

When I was in primary school, my Chinese was not very good, which is also the reason why I was not confident in junior high school Chinese. The first time I wrote in class, I thought I didn't write well. Unexpectedly, my composition was rated as "excellent composition" by the teacher, which surprised me. I never expected such a result. I thought it was just a coincidence at first, but later I was chosen one after another, only to find that it was not a coincidence. I should have believed in my own strength, but I lacked confidence. I think if I am more confident, will it make my composition better? Yes, in order to succeed, we must have confidence.

I took a step first, then took another step, and gradually accumulated a little self-confidence, which made me confident now. On the road of growth and study, I found that I am also very confident!

It turns out that I am also very confident, with a fragile mirror in my heart and a timid and inferior me in front of me; But behind the mirror is a real, confident and lively me. I always wanted to break this mirror, but I didn't have the courage to do it, until one day, I stayed away from timidity and inferiority and broke this mirror. From then on, a confident, optimistic, lively and cheerful me appeared.

Last summer vacation, my mother dragged me to Nantong Museum to sign up as a small commentator. I was reluctant at first, but I thought it was a waste of time to stay at home. So, I went for an interview. As a result, I not only passed the interview, but also passed a series of training, and then successfully passed the various assessments of the commentator, becoming a qualified little commentator.

After half a year, I thought everything was calm, and my mother didn't force me to take the initiative to explain. But one day, the teacher of the museum called, meaning that because I am eloquent, I was asked to be the host of the museum's New Year concert. My mother told me the "good news" at once. When I learned that, I thought: If the concert is really held, how many people will come to see it! Maybe a TV crew will shoot it! My heart is full of fear, and I wish there was a crack in the ground for me to get in!

However, the time has come. I have to go through rehearsal training before I can host it A few days later, Mr. Zhang of the museum asked several presenters to rehearse together. I'm nervous. I feel like a lively rabbit in my heart. My hands are sweating, and I'm afraid I'm not as good as others. At this time, the first host was rehearsing. She was natural and graceful, and she didn't have stage fright at all. ...

When I speak, it's my turn. I carefully walked onto the stage and read the host's words in a mosquito-like voice, stumbling over them. I was afraid that the teacher would scold me. I didn't expect Teacher Zhang to say to me gently: "Don't be afraid, be confident. The audience and I are not monsters, we will eat you and relax. " The teacher's joke amused me and inspired me at the same time, as if a hammer broke the mirror in my heart, and I became confident. The words memorized before popped up one by one, and the voice became louder and louder. ...

In the end, I not only arranged rehearsals again and again, but also performed very well on the day of the New Year concert, which won unanimous praise from teachers and audiences. When I stood on the podium, I was so confident that my heart was as sweet as honey!

From then on, I understood how powerful the power of self-confidence is. It makes me better. I will definitely live with confidence. ...

It turns out that I am also very confident. When I was young, I was not a very active child. I only like reading or sitting alone in a quiet place. Other children isolated me and made fun of me. However, this makes me more helpless and silent.

In this silence, I drifted back and forth between my heart and the door that meant communication, and was tightly entangled in countless dark chains for six years. I want to open it countless times, but the chain seems to grow tightly on the door: I can't open it and walk into everyone's carefree and innocent world. Lonely, I seem to have gradually lost something in repeated attempts, and my heart always feels empty. I panicked. I've been trying to find that thing to fill it, but it's useless.

Some people say that I am born with defects; Some people say it's just the emptiness of the moment.

I went to primary school.

As a beginner in primary school, I seldom communicate with others when I was a child, so I don't fit in with other children who are chirping or crying excitedly. "Maybe that's all I can do?" I think.

I thought that primary schools would always be ignored, ignored or even spurned, but I actually ushered in a bright light.

This is just being a teacher. She is very gentle. When talking to you, her caramel eyes with long eyelashes stare at you deeply, as if they can read your mind. A head of black curly hair, not tied up with a headband, is casually draped over the shoulders and scattered behind the back: it is not messy at all. "This may be a good start. This will be the first time I have the opportunity to associate with people in primary school? " I lowered my head slightly, and my thoughts were confused. "But how can I communicate with my classmates in the future?"

Teacher Ren seemed to see the entanglement in my heart and took my hand to the wooden platform. "Quiet, class," she said in a gentle voice, which was small but enough to make the children quiet. "This is your first time in elementary school. Here, you will open the door to knowledge, start learning new things and meet new companions and teachers. Six years of primary school, we will always accompany you for six years. Our six years began with the self-introduction of each young student. Now, let's make a few simple self-introductions one by one! "

Warm applause and a bunch of expectant eyes were thrown at me, but I didn't feel nervous at all: perhaps it was an encouraging word lingering in Mr. Ren's ear, but the more empty it was, the expectant eyes of the students might be …

Now, I have long forgotten the sentence of introducing myself, but I clearly remember the feeling that the vacancy in my heart was filled with something. Now I finally understand: that is self-confidence.