An essay on the theme of experience

Everyone has written a composition in study, work and even life, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a short article on the topic of experience that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

I didn't know the meaning of life until I was made by my uncle in the foundry.

One day, many brothers and sisters and I were put on the train. At this time, I don't know who hit me and fell heavily to the ground. In a flash, the car drove away. After a few minutes, an aunt picked me up and put me in a black bag. After a while, I was taken by my aunt's son to buy ice cream, and the boss who collected the money threw me into a wooden money box.

I'm so tired after so much trouble, so I think I can have a rest. However, the boss put me in his pocket and went to the market to buy food. It's in the hands of aunt vegetable seller again. Smelling the smell of vegetables, I was about to fall asleep and was put in my pocket by a woman who bought vegetables. I think I can finally rest.

But the next day, the woman gave me to her daughter to buy breakfast, but the girl didn't buy breakfast, but put me in a lovely piggy bank. I found many brothers and sisters here! We bumped into each other and squeezed together, all telling our recent experiences. As soon as they heard my story, they all sympathized with me. I said I haven't rested yet! An elderly coin listened and said, "Then go to sleep quickly. We won't wake you. " In this way, I slept until the next day.

This morning, we were taken to school by the little girl. We saw many children stuffing money into a glass box. In this way, we left the little girl's piggy bank and were dragged to a strange place by train. This place is in ruins! Seeing such a scene, we couldn't help crying. At this time, we also saw many people in uniform, who were using their own hands to rescue those who were crushed under the rubble.

I finally understand. We are covered with food, clothes ...

"You have to experience everything before you can understand its meaning" is a sentence that elders often say, but isn't it reasonable? Only when the caterpillar has gone through the process of molting into a butterfly can we understand the hardships; Only when you have really experienced disability can you experience happiness when you are healthy; Only by experiencing darkness can we understand the value of light. Isn't that enough to prove it?

Madame Curie, whom we are familiar with, is a powerful scientist. After her husband died, her life was in a cold state. But she can still make such a great contribution to science. Finally, she devoted herself to science. But after experiencing the storm, she won the sunshine-the highest honor award: the Nobel Prize!

Such a small seed breaks through the hard shell and germinates and grows. Finally, it became a gorgeous flower and brought it to the world. Such a beautiful flower has gone through difficulties to be realized.

Let's talk about an example that happened to me! Why can I speak with my heart? Am I born with it? No, because I have experienced hardships; I have experienced giving; Experienced timidity when afraid to stand up; Experienced the envy of others' speeches. If I haven't experienced so many firsts, how can I become a platinum member of the Thinker Club? Only after experiencing the storm and the first time, can I taste the joy of success, otherwise, how can I achieve this?

Experience is like a boat, which takes you to the other side of success.

Experience is a good foundation. Without experience, there is no glory at the top of a tall building.

Experience is like a path, leading to the wonderful there.

Life is wonderful because of experience!

Childhood is a little star at night, a bud that has just stretched out in the field. There are countless laughter and laughter in colorful childhood life, and there have been many innocent and touching stories.

I remember it was an afternoon during the Spring Festival. At that time, I had just entered the first grade of primary school. My family went to my aunt's house to play. At that time, my father and my uncle were sitting under the small round table under the loquat tree of my aunt's house, chatting and drinking red wine. They poured red wine into glass cups one after another. Because they poured it too fast, red wine leaked from the glasses from time to time. At this point, my father immediately wiped the table clean, as quick as a rabbit, and brought red wine to drink. While drinking, he said happily, "Good red wine!" "When I accidentally saw my father's every move when he drank red wine, I couldn't help swallowing, thinking that red wine must be better than milk and drinks. In my memory, I once asked my father, "Is red wine really delicious?" Dad swallowed, as if with endless aftertaste, and said, "Of course, wine is the water in Tianhe. Drink it and you will gain wisdom. Let me tell you a story: there is a family, and the family is very poor. There is a sick father in the house. His son takes care of him every day. One day, when he went to the field, he smelled a fragrance. When he followed the fragrance, it turned out to be a river, and that was wine. As a result, he took it back to his father to drink. I listened to the story told by my father and said, "This wine is very powerful". I began to crave wine.

Today, my father was not at home. I couldn't wait to take away my father's precious red wine and couldn't help drinking it. This wine is terrible. After a while, I felt a little dizzy and fainted. After waking up, I said, "I will never drink red wine again, and beer is no exception!" " "

We are trying to grow up and escape all the reasons that bind us. Even learned to cheat, with the voice of our most immature children saying one reason after another mixed with deception, just for us to grow up.

Although we are growing, our expanding hearts can no longer meet the growth speed of our small body. We vowed to do earth-shattering things, but it became an impossible wish all day long, because we haven't grown up yet. It's just that our little body jumped up, our little weight increased by half, our face began to grow acne, and we wanted to start controlling the days in the clouds. However, we forget that we can't fly yet. So the higher we climb, the heavier we fall, but we still don't give up. We are glad that at least we still have persistence and will be shattered for a dream in our hearts. We insisted and gave us reasons to continue.

We are a group of naive children. The so-called innocence has long deteriorated into stupidity. We move forward step by step, carefully depicting the route we are going to advance. We stubbornly forget that one day time will crush these routes into dust and make us unable to open our eyes. You can only stay where you are, or keep exploring in the dark.

We don't think much and forget a lot, so we are doomed to fail, but we don't want to admit that although we may not need too much responsibility as children, we just want others to see our looks, our self-confidence, our youthful breath from the heart, which will impress others, but forget to occasionally look down to see if the road under our feet has become tortuous and make our growth full of hardships.

We are glad that we didn't grow up, we are glad that we will grow up, and we are glad that we will grow up bumpy.

Although it was a failed experience, I am still grateful for that failure, because it taught me a lot of truth.

It was a softball game, and you know softball is my strong point! I once won the ninth place! So, when the teacher told us that there was a softball project, I signed up excitedly.

There are still a few days before the competition, and all the students who signed up have practiced. Although I haven't had time for a long time, I have a deep foundation and feel that it doesn't matter if I practice or not. When students practice seriously, I just throw it symbolically.

The day of the game has finally come. I will do well on the court. I quickly signed up. I walked leisurely on the court, confidently picked up a softball and threw it in the distance. I didn't expect to throw it so close and so low. My mood suddenly fell to the bottom. However, I said to myself, "Come on, don't give up, there is still hope." I adjusted my breath, picked up another softball and threw it as far away as I could. However, the result still disappointed me. Finally, my grades were terrible. I was very depressed and went back to the classroom in frustration.

Calm down and think about my performance these days. I'm disappointed in myself. I remember what my mother, grandmother and teacher said to me: Sometimes you can't blame others, you should think about yourself first. I am very unhappy when I think of my pride before the game.

Grateful for this failure, I realized that I can't be proud of anything. Even if I am good at it, I should study with an open mind, because "modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind."

There are many experiences in life. A person's experience is more or less, thick and thin, ups and downs, successes and failures, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows.

Experience, some unforgettable, unforgettable; Some smoke, like fog, passes without a trace.

All experiences are the footprints of life journey, life process and wealth. If life is a book, then every experience is a story or a chapter in the book. You can read it yourself, and you can also give it to others for reference, which has the function of enlightenment and warning for everyone.

Experience is like dried fruit. Although the fruit is not fresh, it still tastes the same and has always been chewy. People should be good at chewing this kind of dried fruit, from which they can abandon a new spirit, a new joy and a new realm of life.

People are busy and come and go in a hurry. No matter what you are busy with, what you do is an experience, what you experience is the taste of life, and what you get is the fruit of life. Experience is the material basis for anyone to understand any truth.

The color of life is not a monotonous single color, but a colorful picture of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Life is not a taste, and experience is not a pattern. Some experiences are like stepping on the ground, while others are like climbing a mountain. "Climbing the mountain" is difficult, but it is a gift given to us by the god of fate-the opportunity to practice, and we should be grateful and accept it gladly. Don't be overwhelmed by difficulties, your legs are weak. "Climb up", infinite scenery is at its peak. Life will be more realistic and colorful. Mediocre life, of course, without the suffering of purgatory, is smooth and comfortable, but it is monotonous, light, single, empty and dull.

Life is an endless slavery, so don't be afraid to refuse hardships. Transcending suffering is the power of life. So on the journey of life, all the roads are horizontal and vertical, and all the wry smiles are songs. You have to walk on high mountains and plains, and you have to taste the ups and downs.

Any experience is an accumulation. The more you accumulate, the more mature you become. With many experiences, life has a length; Wide experience, thick life. Experienced sinister challenges, life has a height; After suffering, life has strength; After the test of setbacks, life has a bright future.

Rich experience leads to a full life.

Today, the reporter center organized our Gaoyou reporter to visit Baqiao Zhaoquan Vineyard. In the morning, the students came to school in high spirits and went to the interview by car. Let's get together and talk and laugh. Very lively. The school bus sped towards the southeast of the city and soon reached its destination.

When we arrived at Annabelle Vineyard, the students flew into the garden like swallows. The staff first took us into the plantation. Under the green grape trellis, there are strings of grapes, which are green in the green and red in the purple, just like strings of gems. Just when we were so absorbed that we couldn't help swallowing, a turkey came at us with a group of chickens and assumed a fighter posture. These chickens were unfriendly and drove us away. We left the grape plantation in disappointment. I thought: these chicks are really unfriendly. They must think that we strangers have entered their territory.

Then, we came to the tasting area and saw a string of crystal clear and heavy grapes on the plate, which really made people drool. While eating fresh and juicy grapes, we discussed with our classmates which color and variety of grapes are better.

I asked the teacher, "Why do you want to raise chickens in the grape plantation?" The teacher said, "Because chickens can not only eat worms and protect grapes, chicken manure can also be used as fertilizer." The teacher also patiently explained the planting requirements of green organic grapes.

Through this interview, I not only tasted fresh and juicy grapes, but also learned the relationship between plants and animals, what is called green organic food and so on. The harvest of this interview is really great and unforgettable.