Any composition will do (please help!)

Part 1:

As I grew up, there was one thing that I will never forget. After going through that incident, I seemed to have grown up a lot.

It was New Year’s Eve last year, and the students sent each other greeting cards one after another after class. The red and green greeting cards, with their own thoughts on them, were sent to the hands of good friends. Everyone was talking and laughing, and their faces were filled with joy. The classroom was filled with laughter and excitement.

I was also infected by the joyful atmosphere. I took out a stack of written greeting cards and prepared to join the happy crowd. Suddenly, I saw a classmate sitting there alone. Isn't that the famous "Naughty King" Liu Kai? In the past, he was either running on the playground or talking in the classroom. He couldn't even control himself in class. Not to mention that lively energy. But now, he seemed to be a different person. What happened to him? I looked at him puzzled. There seemed to be a trace of sadness and a trace of longing between his eyebrows...

Suddenly, I woke up. It must be because no one sent him a greeting card or said a word of blessing to him. I couldn't help but feel sad for him. Putting myself in their shoes, if I was abandoned by the collective and forgotten by my classmates, I would also feel a sense of loss.

Thinking of this, I took out the most beautiful greeting card from my schoolbag, thought for a moment, and neatly wrote on it: "Liu Kai, I wish you a happy new year, progress in your studies, and great progress." Go to a new level!" Then, I folded the greeting card gently, walked up to him, and said to him with a smile: "Liu Kai, happy holidays!" As I said this, I took out the greeting card from behind and handed it to his hand. . He looked at me and then at the greeting card, and said happily: "Thank you!" His eyes were full of joy. He stood up, rushed into the crowd with the greeting card in his hand and shouted: "I also have a beautiful greeting card!"

Looking at him, I also smiled. How important the collective is! Everyone cannot live without the collective, and everyone needs the warmth of the collective.

Part 2:

An unforgettable thing

In life, there are many unforgettable firsts, like the stars in the sky, There are too many to count. For example: the first time to cook, the first time to wash clothes, the first time to make friends, the first time to learn to ride a bicycle, and the first time... But the most unforgettable thing for me is an extremely ordinary thing A small thing, that was the first time I learned to play basketball.

When I was a child, I was very fat. I didn’t like working, doing sports, or going out to play with children. I like to lie in bed and watch TV and cartoons. Lie down in front of the computer and play computer games. It was my uncle who helped me get rid of my bad habits.

It was a summer morning, and I was playing in my dream. Suddenly, there was a roar, and a huge monster appeared in front of me and rushed towards me. I was frightened and woke up. When I got up, I saw that the phone was ringing. I quickly answered the phone and it was my uncle. He said that he and his brother would come and take me to the court to play basketball. After hearing this, I quickly got up and brushed my teeth, washed my face, had dinner and then went to the battlefield. On the road, I thought as I walked: Alas! I can’t play basketball. It’s tiring and too lethal... The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. The more I thought about it, the less motivated I became. The more I thought about it, the less interested I was in basketball. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to play basketball. So I Reluctantly walked to the court. When I got to the court, I met with them. They knew I couldn't hit, so they told me how to hit. Before I finished listening, I felt I knew how to shoot, so I picked up the ball and hit it with all my strength. The ball flew away. In the blink of an eye, the ball fell from the sky and hit me on the ground. Stars appeared in my eyes. I staggered to my uncle and sat down. I continued to listen to my uncle. He also told me how to shoot the ball, how to throw the ball, how to grab the ball, how to... .... A series of words made me faint. I nodded in understanding. Finally, he asked me to throw 10 balls. I struggled to throw 10 balls, but I didn't make any of them. I used different methods from my uncle. I made 10 shots in the meeting. We had a lot of fun playing. I gradually became interested in basketball and played often. I also gradually lost weight and corrected my problems. I'm happy about it too.

This star is so unforgettable to me!

An unforgettable thing

In these six years of primary school life, it inspired and educated me during this period. It recorded my joys, sorrows and joys, Let me understand how to behave.

This matter starts with a friend of mine. He is not tall and has a very noble character, but he is not good at studying.

Once, when I was in a Chinese class, the teacher asked us to write a composition, and the teacher gave us a topic. Many classmates started writing, but I couldn't find a pen. They looked around anxiously, like an ant on a hot pot. At this time, a tall figure appeared in front of me. I looked up and said hesitantly: "Old...teacher." He said seriously: "Others are writing essays, why don't you?"

"I...my pen is lost."

"Oh, the pen is lost." The teacher said to Li Peng: "Ask your deskmate to borrow your pen!"

When Li Peng took out the pen, I took a closer look: "Hey, isn't this my pen? Why are you holding my pen!"

"This is my today. I just bought it, how could it be yours?"

"This is my pen. I stole it and I still want to make excuses."

The teacher looked at both of us. We were called to the office. When we arrived at the office, the teacher asked us: "What happened to you two?"

I said: "He stole my pen and said he just bought it."

Li Peng immediately Retort: ??"I didn't steal his pen. Teacher, please believe me. This is really the pen I just bought."

The teacher said kindly: "Li Peng, if you take someone else's pen, you have to return it." You can't steal someone else's pen but refuse to admit it. This is not good."

Li Peng was forced to admit that he stole my pen.

The teacher asked us to go out, and Li Peng returned the pen to me.

One day later, Teacher Liu gave us a nature class. When I took out the nature book, a pen suddenly slipped out of the book. I looked at it and saw that this was not my pen. Only then did I realize that the pen indeed belonged to Li Peng, but why did he admit that he had stolen my pen?

"Bell bell..." The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and I immediately explained the matter to the teacher. And apologized to Li Peng.

Although several years have passed since this incident, he still often echoes in my ears and appears before my eyes.

An unforgettable thing

Growing up, I have experienced countless unforgettable things. They are like the stars in the sky, countless; and like the countless shells on the beach. Its number. But as time goes by, most of them have been forgotten. Only one thing that happened during the summer vacation is still fresh in my memory.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..." The wall clock struck seven times, and it was already seven o'clock. My stomach has already started to fight a "civil war", and it keeps "gurgling", but my mother hasn't come back yet! Well, didn’t my mother always say that I was young and wouldn’t let me work? Today, she asked me to cook a meal for my mother to convince her.

Although I have set "ambition", after all, it is my first time to do it myself, and I can't even think of what to cook. I turned around casually and saw three small purple and bright eggplants left in the basket. My eyes suddenly lit up, and I couldn't help shouting "Burn the eggplants!"

So, I bought a pound of eggplants, washed them, and prepared to cut them. Because I had secretly observed my mother chopping vegetables before, I was not too nervous this time. I put on my apron, put the cutting board in place, held the knife tightly with my right hand, and held down the eggplant with my left hand. I heard my mother say: "Cut it very small and it will taste more delicious after frying." Well, I did the same thing. I also cut the eggplant into small dices. Next, we will proceed to the most critical step - roasting the eggplants.

As if I was going to complete some sacred task, I took a deep breath, then turned on the induction cooker, put the pot on, and poured in the oil. Unexpectedly, just when I turned around to pick up the eggplant, smoke suddenly came out of the oil, and Rising higher and higher. I hurriedly poured the eggplant into the pot, grabbed a handful of chopped green onions, and threw them into the pot. Then he turned the eggplant over. But the eggplant seemed to be deliberately against me. I wanted to turn it to the left, but it "slipped" to the right; I wanted to turn it to the right, but it refused to give me the face-----"ran" to the left. As the saying goes: "Wiseness arises out of haste." I had an idea and thought to myself: "Maybe I put the shovel higher, maybe lower it, and the eggplants will be obedient. I lowered the shovel, and sure enough, the eggplants are no longer messy." "Run". After about a few minutes, I put some water in, covered the lid, and started to stew. When I heard the "gurgling" sound, I thought it was the sound coming from the pot, but it turned out to be the sound coming from my stomach. ! After a while, the dishes were served. When I was panting, I thought: "It's so difficult to make a side dish, but my mother still has to make many of our favorite dishes. How hard it is for her"

Finally, my mother came back. She saw the food on the table and praised me so much! It felt like I had broken a honey jar - it was so sweet!