My secret composition

Everyone must have been exposed to writing in study, work and even life. Writing needs a complete text structure, and it is necessary to avoid an endless composition. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is my secret composition, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

My secret composition 1 Everyone has his own little secret, so do I, and there are many, many more. I'll tell you a little secret in secret today.

That was when I was five or six years old. I especially like watching the cartoon Altman. Altman is really good, he can kill a big monster. I also want to be ultraman. One day, I saw my mother's motorcycle helmet hanging on the motorcycle mirror, which happened to be red. I looked around and found my mother was not at home. I climbed on the motorcycle, took off my mother's helmet and put it on my head. It is too heavy. Why is it so heavy? It's too heavy for me to lift my head. It is broken. I can't see! I bumped around like a headless fly, and bang, I felt everything was spinning. Huh? I can see it. There is a wall in front of my eyes. So I hit the wall. I took my helmet off my head with my little hands and tried to put it on my mother's motorcycle. No, I broke the plastic glass cover on the helmet.

What shall we do? I remembered my mother's fierce eyes: "Ren, look at what you have done. You broke the helmet I just bought. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know this is a huge place! " Get down. Take off your pants and show your ass! "No, no, what should I do? What are we going to do? I'm sitting on the ground, touching my helmet and holding a plastic glass cover. I can't fix it. I finally decided to make this helmet disappear, so I secretly hid it under the bed and covered it with Puckilo. I thought: I won't tell anyone. This is my little secret. If it gets out, I'm finished.

Later my mother asked me if I had seen her helmet. I dare not say. As a result, during the spring festival cleaning, dad threw his helmet out from under the bed, which was covered with dust. I quickly said, "Dad, this helmet is broken. I'll throw it away. " "This helmet is broken, still under the bed, as a cultural relic? Throw it away quickly. " The father who didn't know the inside story said. I quickly threw this helmet away. It was a close call. My mother almost ran into me.

I told this little secret today. Don't tell my mother, or she will bring up the old scores. Hook, hang yourself, never change for a hundred years.

My Secret Composition 2 At noon, my family of three went to "Shunwangji" fast food restaurant for lunch.

Ordering a table of delicious food is a great temptation for me who is extremely hungry! I ate it with an open mouth. Today's meal was so delicious that I finished it in one minute. After dinner, I'm in a good mood to see my parents! I picked up a bill on the table and looked at it. I think there seems to be something missing from the bill. I looked at it carefully again. Sure enough, a bowl of rice was missing from the bill. I suddenly seem to have found important news and am very excited. I thought: don't tell this secret to others. But another thought: do you want to return this yuan to the aunt at the cashier? There are two opposing ideas in my mind: honesty and greed. To be honest, "Give the cashier a dollar." Greed said, "A dollar cheaper is a dollar." Honest retort: "the power of honesty will make people feel happy." Greedy said, "She deserved to lose a dollar. Anyway, she didn't get it for nothing! " The honest man has a firm tone: "A dollar reveals a person's quality." "One yuan, one yuan, a little flower head, it doesn't matter. "greed. Go ahead. Honesty is angry: "although it is only one yuan, do you know how much it is really worth?" Honesty paused and continued: "Honesty is worth a thousand dollars! "When he saw that he was untenable, greed chickened out. Finally, I took out my only one-yuan pocket money from my pocket and strode to the cashier. "Aunt, you just missed a bowl of rice. Now I'll give you one yuan. Please keep it safe! "I said sweetly." Son, you are great, thank you! "See menstruation, I revealed a gratified smile. She is sincerely happy for my honesty! I laughed too. I didn't expect that honesty can not only bring happiness to others, but also make my mood as happy as the source of infection!

My smile flashes in the sun, my heart beats in the sun, and my mother asks me why I am so happy. I gave her a naughty wink and said mysteriously, "Secret!" "

My Secret Composition 3 Secrets are the most precious things to us, and every child will have his own little secrets. I am no exception. Although I can't reveal it (after all, it has been preserved for seven years), I am still determined to communicate with you, one of the brightest stars in my heart.

I remember it happened when I was 6 years old. That summer vacation, I came to my grandmother's house. One night, I saw my grandfather lying on a cane chair, fanning his fan and looking at the bright starry sky outside the window. I came to grandpa and saw him writing a poem, so I asked him what poem he was writing. Grandpa listened and smiled and replied, "Hey! You haven't learned any of these poems. You'd better read them and eat some ink! " When I was a child, I suddenly smiled and thought, "Can you get smart by eating some ink? Then I'll try. "So, that night, I took advantage of my grandmother's absence and my grandfather's opportunity to" rest for health "and secretly came to his study. I'm glad to see a small bottle of ink on the table. Whether I like it or not, I immediately opened it, dipped my finger in it and "ate" it. "ah! Why is it so strange and green? But in order to be smart, I don't care whether it's flowers or pig manure. Then, half a bottle of ink fell into my stomach. I only felt pain in my stomach, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, which forced me to hold on. Just then grandma went home, and when she saw me like this, she was really angry, funny and distressed. After some "diagnosis", she realized that my "phoenix body" was fine, and her family was relieved. However, eating ink is both interesting and painful!

This is one of my secrets. How's it going? Make you laugh! Dare you share your little secret?

My Secret Composition 4 Almost everyone has his own secret. My secret is a story about two ducklings.

I remember when I was in the second grade, one day on my way home from school, my mother told me, "Zhou Zhe, you have made great progress this semester. I bought you two ducklings as pets. " I was so excited to hear the news that I ran home at once, hoping to see two lovely ducklings earlier.

When I got home, I saw two ducklings walking step by step on the cold ground. "Mom, why don't you make a nest for the duckling?" I cried in distress. So, I immediately found cartons and old cotton to make a warm nest for them, then put the cooked millet in a bowl as their food, and then used two small cartons as the "WC" of the duckling. In this way, the duckling's nest is ready.

I put the ducklings in the nest, and they looked around as if they were satisfied with their nest, and then shouted at me as if to say, "Little master, you are so kind!" " "

The next day was Saturday, and my mother and I went shopping. When we came back, we found that the duckling was dying. I tried to save them, but to no avail. At noon, the ducklings still died, and my tears "wow" suddenly flowed down and wet their golden feathers ... My mother comforted me: "Ducks are the most difficult to raise, and they are easy to get sick when they are bought back."

After the ducklings died, I chose the most beautiful place in the community for them and buried it there.

From then on, I will never let my mother buy me small animals. Because I can't bear to watch flower of life wither in front of me. ...

My Secret Composition 5 There are many secrets around me, and I will tell you a secret today!

It was six years ago when I was still in kindergarten. Once when I came home, my mother took me to a XX bank. I knew so many words at that time that I didn't even know what the first two words were. My mother took out a colorful card and brushed it on a socket at the door. Then I heard "Didi Didi" My mother opened the door and walked to a punch machine (now I know it's an ATM)

The next day, my mother was not at home. I went to the table and looked at the money. My mother used the card on it yesterday. I took my card to the bank. I followed my mother's example and walked into the ATM of the bank. I inserted the card. I saw some words on it. I still don't know: please enter the code! I think I must have lost my password, but I didn't know the password, so I typed and pattered, but the big box wouldn't give me money like a bully and the card wouldn't come out. At this time, a lot of sweat flowed from my head. My aunt, a staff member next to me, saw it and came over to ask me what was wrong. I said hesitantly, "I took ... my mother's card ... to withdraw money." I told my aunt the situation again. Aunt helped me take out my card and educate me.

When I got home, I quietly put this card in my mother's bag. It's a secret. Don't tell me ...

My Secret Composition 6 My Secret Everyone has many secrets. Today I will reveal some secrets about me. Want to know, please see below. Secret 1: I have a black book that records these things between me and my classmates. There are many records on it. My joys and sorrows, my sorrows and my difficulties add a touch of color to my growth path. I'm telling you this because I'm a sixth-grade student and I'm leaving you soon. I want to tell my classmates that I have a secret book, which also records them.

Secret 2: I have a bottle with many stars and wind chimes in it. Stars represent my unfinished dreams, colorful. Wind chimes represent my dreams, such as winning the first prize in the speech contest and being awarded the title of "Three Good Students" this semester … I will try my best to complete my unfinished dreams. Secret 3: I hate my sister very much. She always bullies me. She often cut me black and blue, even in many places, which made me ashamed and won me prestige. When I have something good, she always takes it from me, but if I don't give it to her, I will suffer. Her strength is barking. As long as you have heard her cry, you will say that the lion in the zoo has escaped! I often tell my mother, but my mother says, "You are my sister, you should let her go." Mother's name is difficult, so I can only listen to it. Hey! Poor thing, there is a hot girl at home! Secret 4: I want to eat all the delicious food in the world. I guess you won't recognize me if I eat it! Secret 5: ... I can't tell you now, and besides, I have no secrets, so let me have some privacy! What is your secret? Share it with everyone!

My Secret Composition 7 Everyone must have his own little secret, right? I am no exception. In my memory, there is a little secret that belongs to me. Now, I will share it with you!

It happened one summer vacation in my fifth grade. I was reading fairy tales with relish in the house that day. "woof ...........". At this time, there was a dog barking downstairs. Listen carefully again. The barking of the dog mingled with the crying of the little girl. I think the barking of the neighbor's pet dog must have scared the playing bunch ofred grapes. Don't be noisy, it's particularly fierce! Several children were scared to cry by it before, so I put down my book and ran downstairs immediately.

After I went downstairs, I found them by looking for the cries of bunch ofred grapes and the cries of puppies. Ah! At this moment, the puppy is barking at the bunch ofred grapes! It turned out that the noise broke free from the rope, and Bangtong cowered in the corner and did not dare to look up. I'm going to save Bangtong. I walk slowly, but my legs are shaking all the time. Honestly, I'm afraid of dogs, too! I just took a few steps, but I didn't expect the dog to turn around and bark at me. I'm sweating with anxiety, and my heart is pounding like a rabbit. Looking at Buntong's pitiful appearance again, I got up the courage and stepped on the rope around his neck. "Hum! What will you do this time? " I proudly said that when I saw the rope in my hand, it never dared to be arrogant again, just listened to the words. I tied the rope to the wall again. I comforted Tong Tong and said, "Stop crying and go upstairs!" Tong Tong also smile through tears, stopped crying.

No one in the corridor knew that I had blocked the noise except Xiaohong. This is my little secret, it has been hidden in the depths of my memory, like a treasure, hidden in a treasure chest in my heart.

My Secret Composition 8 In my bedroom, there is a secret that only I know. It's deep in my closet.

First of all, when you open the closet door, you will see one piece of clothes after another, all piled up neatly and orderly. In fact, this is just my coup, the legendary' smoke screen'! In such an ordinary room, even my parents didn't find such a secret: the baffle behind the wardrobe can be moved! When you slowly push it away, you will find a fairytale place.

This is a small room as bright as day and as bright as stars. A small white desk lamp is placed on a small table. Although it is small, as long as it is turned on, colorful lights can bloom in the dark. The room is as dazzling and charming as the starry sky. In a small corner, all kinds of books are neatly arranged, and all kinds of interesting books are never tired of reading. When you open a book when you are happy, the feeling of joy overwhelms between the lines; Open a book when you are upset, and the whole person will be hollowed out. Everything is so quiet and peaceful! I'm still that teenager, and I haven't changed at all. My little alarm clock is also singing the latest pop song "Teenager"!

Of course, the most important thing is to have a small bed where I can lie comfortably! This small bed is white and covered with a pink quilt. It looks warm. A closer look shows that there is a faint peony pattern on this quilt, which really shows that only peony is the real national color, and the beauty of moving the capital when flowers bloom. Of course, dolls are the most indispensable secret base for us girls. See that five-story drawer? It is full of my favorite dolls: rabbits, relaxed bears, and my favorite Pikachu. They have a lot!

This is my secret base, a small base with my sweetest and happiest time!

My Secret Composition 9 There is a secret paradise at an altitude of more than 50 meters, which has provided me with countless laughter. Although it is not grand, it is surrounded by snow-white tiles, which still makes me doubt that I am in heaven. That's my secret paradise-toilet.

When I was six years old, I took a bath in the toilet for the first time. I giggled at the sparkling soap bubbles and scratched with my hands, leaving only a trace on the white tile wall, but I still enjoyed playing games with colorful soap bubbles. Every time I take a shower, I will reluctantly leave, leave the colorful soap bubbles that make me happy, and leave my amusement park.

I first heard her maddening songs when I was nine years old, and I have been crazy about them ever since. A person holding a shower nozzle in the toilet, singing the fragrance of laurel, moonlight singing the wind, my love, is very different. No one came back to bother me because I closed the door and no one could hear me. The toilet is my loyal listener. Hence the name-King of Toilet Songs.

At the age of twelve, I was fascinated by books, but not in the study, but in the toilet. Somehow, it has a special taste. The toilet is very quiet, and no one will disturb me when I meditate. From Cambrian to 2 1 century, from Qin Shihuang to Puyi, from Yang Guo to Jin, from hummingbirds to whaling, I traveled around the world, exploring the mysteries of nature, feeling the true meaning of love and marveling at the historical situation. Therefore, I often write about toilets, because she is the source of my inspiration.

Oh! My secret paradise WC.

My secret composition 10 joys and sorrows are common emotions in our lives, and I believe everyone has experienced them to some extent. In my study life, I show my joy, anger and joy to everyone, and seldom show my sadness. Let me tell you a little secret. In fact, I am also a sentimental girl, who loves to cry and can't control herself.

I don't cry much at ordinary times, but when I hurt my self-esteem, my tears "flow down thousands of feet" and I cry. I don't know what's going on. Is self-esteem too strong? Is the lacrimal gland too developed? Maybe too grumpy? I drew a big question mark in my mind about the reason why I cry easily.

You may ask me how to cry. Don't worry, I'll tell you. I remember one night, although the moonlight was bright, the wind was particularly strong. The wind blows gently, and the trees downstairs rustle, which makes people feel very quiet. That night, it happened that my parents were not at home, and I was alone at home. I have no idea at all. I always feel that something is peeping at me from behind, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right. Although my expression is firm, my heart is pounding like a ball. "Hoo-"The wind came running towards me like a roaring monster; The leaves of "Sasha Vujacic" sound like ghosts laughing. In shock, I was scared to death again, and tears were almost flowing out, spinning in my eyes. "Brush", what's that noise? I looked at the window, and the curtain "Jais" bulged for no reason and stood in front of me like a ghost. One drop, two tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried loudly. I forgot to close the window when I watched it later. I closed the window with tears in my eyes.

This is my little secret-crying, this is my most embarrassing secret. Don't laugh, you have to give me time. When you grow up, you must bid farewell to cowardice completely.

My secret composition 1 1 What's my little secret? The answer is that I am afraid of the dark and "ghosts". Maybe many people will think, "What is there to be afraid of in black?" ! I think you are a ghost and a coward. "

Ever since I saw a movie about ghosts for the first time in my life, I have never forgotten the appearance of zombies and ghosts. These things that didn't exist originally seem to linger in my mind. Now as long as my family watches horror ghost movies, I will stay away. Although I heard my mother say that "ghosts on TV are scary, they are just made up." However, every night, I still feel scared when I sleep. In my mother's big cosmetic mirror, I always feel as if a ghost is staring at me and wants to eat me in one bite. I can't even open my eyes.

"Ghosts are just people performing, so there is nothing to be afraid of!" I've been comforting myself like this, but I'm still scared Now ten years old, I still can't forget the appearance of ghosts. One day, my brother asked me to go to see a ghost movie. If I don't go, he will laugh at me and say, "You are even afraid of this, coward!" " ""What's there to be afraid of? Let's go. "Although I say so, I still don't want to go in my heart, but in order not to let them laugh at me, I still went. At the cinema, I almost cried.

I hope I can get rid of this bad habit as soon as possible and never have this secret again, because this secret is too uncomfortable in my heart.

My secret composition 12 secret, like a seed, must be buried in my heart; Secrets are like a bridge, separated by many people's dreams. My secret is-secretly buying books.

I remember last month, as soon as I got my pocket money, I secretly went to Jianghan Bookstore to buy a book called "The Season when the grass grows and the warbler flies", written by Aunt Xie Qianni, a master who opened the window of a girl's heart. I was very excited. This is my dream book. I want to buy my favorite books home when I see them. My mother often tells me that some books can only be read at that time, and there is no need to buy them home. But I often buy them home, so I have a pile of extra-curricular books. Mother was very angry about this, so she stipulated that I should read all the books I bought at home this semester before I could buy extra-curricular books. But this time I bought another book. What if my mother finds out? Lend it to other students or take it home? Or ... don't tell mom.

Don't tell mom. Yeah, just don't tell mom. Otherwise, she won't stop talking. As soon as I got home, my mother asked me, "What did you do?" I was surprised and asked, "Isn't it ... to work?"

Mom told me that one of her colleagues was in a hurry and changed classes with her. "By the way, what did you just do?"

I stammered, "Well, actually I didn't, didn't do ... what!" " "My heart is pounding, so I quickly hid the book I just bought for fear that my mother would find out.

"What else did you do?" Mom asked.

Just then I had a brainwave, rolled my eyes and said, "I'm going to have breakfast."

Mom didn't ask again, but said softly, "Oh, then you should do your homework quickly!" " "

I patted myself and thought, that was close. I thought my mom would keep asking! Not bad! luckily ...

In this way, I got the first collection of novels. Today, I told the secret, so you should keep it a secret for me.

Yesterday morning, my sick mother was in bed. In order to eliminate her loneliness, menstruation suggested that we play poker together, and my father and I agreed.

At the beginning of the game, menstruation gave each of us a card. She announced the rules of the game and said, "Everyone is not allowed to look at his own cards. He should stick it on his forehead for others to see. Guess the number of cards on your forehead first, and then add them to the numbers on others' foreheads. The increased number is' blowing point' ". When we understand, we will start. I play menstruation first, and I shout "eight o'clock." Menstruation thought for a moment and said, "Goodbye." Menstruation and I showed our cards at the same time. I am two years old and my period is six years old. It's exactly eight o'clock. "Yeah, I won!" I pretended to be surprised, but I was very clear and sure. Not willing to lose menstruation, she gave me and her another card. This time, she blew first: "Ten o'clock." I smiled and said, "See you later." Menstruation and I showed our cards again. Before ten o'clock, I won again. Menstruation says, "You must have seen your cards." I said, "You wronged a good man and I didn't read it." Not convinced by menstruation, she said, "A few more sets." As a result, I played several times. She lost and I won. Menstruation broke up with her father again. Her father won and she lost several times. Menstruation said gloomily, "If you don't fight, you won't win once.". Don't play. "

In fact, the secret that my father and I win every time is that when I play with others, although I can't see the cards on my forehead, my father will tell me the number of cards by gesture. Know yourself and know yourself, and you will win every battle. That's how I let dad win when he blows with others. We did it in the dark, who can beat us!

Later, I took the initiative to reveal the secret, and several of us were laughing in the room.

My secret composition 14 I have a little secret hidden in my heart for a long time. This is a shameful stupid thing I did when I was four years old. Now I'll tell you, I hope you don't laugh at me.

Although it was several years ago, I still remember that painful experience vividly. On that day, my family went to my grandmother's house in the country to play. I played hide-and-seek with a neighbor's kid. I hid behind a cupboard. Suddenly, I saw several bags of things packed like snacks under the cupboard. I thought to myself: There is something delicious under the cupboard. If I get it in my hand, I can't wait to bite open the bag, for fear that my friends will find out. I ate a little. "It's so bitter!" I spit and said. I threw it on the ground, and things like flour spilled all over the floor. I think, stop eating this and find something delicious.

My sister suddenly came in, saw that my mouth was white, and asked me what I had eaten. I pointed to something on the ground. My sister picked up the bag and showed it to my parents. My parents ran in in a panic. Said it was a herbicide and asked me anxiously how much I had eaten. I was scared by my parents' expressions. I said I only ate a little, and then I said I ate so much.

My parents sent me to the hospital at once, and the doctor said, "I have to have my stomach pumped." The doctor, several nurses and my parents pressed me on the operating table. I cried and made noise. The doctor inserted a thick tube from my mouth into my stomach. I feel terrible. At the end of gastric lavage, my mother asked the doctor, "What's wrong with me?" The doctor told his mother: "Fortunately, the rescue was timely. After two days of blood transfusion, it would be no big problem to discharge the residual poison." Mother was relieved and said, "Fortunately, there was a close call!"

I feel ashamed every time I think about it. Hey! This is the result of not knowing a word. I must study hard and let myself know more common sense so that I won't make funny mistakes.

This is the secret in my heart.

My secret composition 15 at night, or late at night, my mobile phone quietly woke me up. Let me see the time, two o'clock at midnight. OK, let's go!

I turned on the small desk lamp at the bedside, put on slippers, took the key to the study, stuffed two pillows into the quilt, walked out of the room, quietly closed the door and quietly advanced to the computer.

When I arrived, I gently opened the lock. Experience tells me that there will be noise when the computer is turned on, so I put a Puckilo on the host before turning it on. I turned off the speaker as soon as I turned it on. In order to be foolproof, I also put the big dumbbell prepared in advance at the door and resisted. As long as someone touches the door, the dumbbell will roll, and I can find it right away. Ha ha ha ha ... Let's go, night world, my paradise.

I play, read comics and play games. Everything is so cool, so comfortable and really happy!

Suddenly, footsteps came, and I immediately became alert. I immediately turned off the monitor, quickly shrank under the computer desk, blocked myself with a chair and dared not come out. God helps me too. Mom went to the kitchen. After the footsteps, I continued to surf the Internet.

I play and watch. Ten minutes later, the dumbbell grunted and the mechanism was touched. I immediately turned off the power, desperate, fled to the corner and lay under the curtain. Suddenly, with a click, the door opened and the flashlight searched the room like a probe. I huddled tightly and held my breath, waiting to give in easily. But when the light swept by, I only heard my mother say to herself, "Nobody!" " "I secretly happy, it seems that the robbery can be avoided, but my mother's eyes searched in the house again. It seems that I am doomed! I'm shrinking even tighter. But my mother stood for a while, making sure that no one was there, then closed the door gently and returned to the bedroom with "strange" questions.

"God, that was close!" Alas! I thought it was foolproof. I didn't expect that I had such a good time that my feet couldn't help kicking and attracted my mother.

Ah, you scared me to death!

This is my secret, and everyone will swear to help my brother keep it!