The unforgettable first composition (about 600 words) is urgent! ! !

There are many firsts in life, such as taking the bus for the first time, watching a movie for the first time, cooking for the first time, playing games for the first time, doing handicrafts for the first time, getting injured for the first time ... I have also had many firsts, but among many firsts, there is one that I can't forget for a long time and always haunt my heart. ...

It was a weekend in senior two and senior three. After dinner, my mother had to go to the office to work overtime, so I went with her. Surfing the Internet in my mother's office, playing games for a while, feeling that there is nothing interesting to do, I can't help but want to go home. But the thought of fighting the "monster" on my way home immediately shattered my long-cherished wish. I just looked at the flashing computer screen and struggled in my heart. A voice said, "Go home! Go back! " Another voice shouted, "Why do you want to go back? Isn't it good to stay here? " The first voice rang again, louder than before: "Go back! This will not only accomplish what you want to do, but also exercise your courage! " Another voice trembled: "Don't go back …" The noise made me upset. My mother read my mind and said with a smile, "I can't wait, go back first!" " "I quickly shook my head, and my mother frowned:" How dare you? Then you have to wait another hour or two, and then come back with me. "I always love face, and naturally I can't stand my mother's ridicule:" Go ... Go! " "Out of the office building, the wind is like a sharp blade, and it hurts my face. Looking at the dark road, I feel guilty again. I crept into the darkness and walked trembling. Suddenly, a light flashed behind me and hit the opposite tree, reflecting the swaying branches on the tree. I thought it was some monster, so I stepped forward quickly. But I always feel that the "monster" in the tree behind me is staring at me and doesn't care about my image at all. I ran away and didn't stop breathing until I proved that the monster couldn't see me. I looked around and it was gloomy, and I couldn't help thinking of the ghost stories told by my classmates. My ears scream like a wild animal, and my legs are shaking, making it difficult to take a step.

Walking slowly, I came to a street lamp and suddenly saw a figure following me behind me. An idea flashed through my mind. Is that man following me? Without hesitation, I got into the darkness again and walked gently in the direction where I just found the shadow. Why did that man disappear? I turned around and suddenly found the man behind me, but it didn't look like it when I looked closely. I stared at him for a long time before I recognized his true face-my shadow, and I became suspicious again. Besides, how can there be ghosts in the world? I calmed my pounding heart, strode onto the road and went home soon. Hardly had I entered the room when my mother's phone came. Hearing my voice, my mother was obviously relieved: "Did you get home smoothly? I thought my baby son was eaten by a monster! " Hearing this, I couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Although the first experience is thrilling and frightening, it is also a good way to temper your strong will. I will never forget this matter, because it cultivated my autonomy and honed my will. Dare to try a meaningful first time, it will make your life more colorful!

2. My first time

There are many firsts in our lives, the first time to wash the red scarf, the first time to go shopping by ourselves, the first time to sleep by ourselves, the first time. ...

It's my first time, too. There are many more. The most unforgettable thing is washing the red scarf for the first time.

At noon that day, I remembered that my red scarf had not been washed, so I wanted my grandmother to help me wash it. When I entered the room, I heard her snoring slightly, and I knew she was asleep. I thought: Grandma washed that pile of clothes this morning, and I forgot to give her a red scarf. Now I want her to wash it again. What's more, she fell asleep, and I let her get up. Grandma is tired from washing clothes in the morning. Yes, that's it. Do it.

I came to the swimming pool with a red scarf, turned on the tap to wash it wet, wiped it with washing powder, and there was no foam. I wiped the soap on the red scarf again, then brushed it with a brush, wiped it again, then washed it with clear water and dried it. I was so excited after washing the red scarf that I ran to my room at once. I will wait for grandma to wake up and tell her that I washed the red scarf myself. Finally, grandma woke up, and I happily told her that the red scarf was ready. Grandma also said happily, "Come and see me." I happily pulled my grandmother to the pool. "Look!" The red scarf is watery, and it looks particularly crystal clear under the sunlight, like the crystal clear sun. Grandma smiled, and I asked, "Why don't you clean it?" "Yes, yes, but there is a problem." "What?" "After washing a dress, pull up your pants and socks and shake them, so that they won't wrinkle." Hearing this, I realized my mistake and immediately took off my red scarf, washed it, pulled it again, shook it again, and then hung it back. Grandma smiled happily.

This is the first time in my life. There are many firsts in life, sometimes smooth and sometimes difficult, but we should all treat them in a good way, so that your life will be more colorful.

My first time.

Everyone will have a first time in his life, but maybe everyone's first time is different. The first time may be happy or sad, but every first time will add a test to our own life.

I had my first time, too My first time was a happy experience. It adorned my life for the first time. I have had many firsts, but those firsts have been forgotten so far, which gave me an indelible memory. I still remember clearly that it was the beginning of being late for class. I took out my homework and buried myself in writing. Suddenly, a classmate walked by me. The water in his bottle came out and fell on my homework. I've worked hard for so long and I've finished all my homework. At that time, my soul was gone, and I shouted "Ah!" The phone call alarmed the whole class and the teacher. Everyone looked at me. I watched the water spread on my exercise book. That classmate squatted next to me and kept saying to me, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" The teacher came over to the classmate and said, "Quick, help her dry the book. You are responsible for ruining other people's homework. " The teacher said that and left. I feel sad and want to cry, but I can't cry at all. I stood up and wanted to scold him to calm down. However, I sat down again. I didn't scold him, because I know that forgiveness is the most basic way to get along with others. He doesn't need to say it with his mouth or do it with his hands. Just a slight smile or a slight nod is enough. That book was soaked in a large area. I want to do it again with another book, but it doesn't matter. I have forgiven that classmate, not to mention that the classmate didn't mean it.

It was the most brilliant first time in my life. I forgave others for the first time. I felt a flash on my head. The dazzling light lit up my heart and made me have a second time because of the first time.