Threading a needle for the first time, writing a 1500-word essay

There is no beginning, only freshness is the end. Every journey in life, whether it is dark or glorious; whether it is joyful or decadent... in short, it all starts with the "first time" and ends with the "nth" time. Therefore, there are special memories and special feelings for special "first times".

Time flies like clouds and flowing water. I pulled the oars of memory and swayed a sail of memory between the green mountains and clear waters on both sides of the bank - threading a needle for the first time.

It is late autumn and the weather has become a bit cold. My mother is busy sewing a winter quilt in the living room. I am lying on the quilt covered with sunshine babies and playing with my mobile phone. Lake, my dog >Wagging its tail on the side...

My mother suddenly said to me: "Kunkun, you have good eyesight, come and help me thread the needle." At this time, I was very involved in playing, and even connected every needle. The ends of my hair and the hairs on my body were concentrating on it; therefore, although my mother's words were like thunder, they did not distract me at all. She raised her throat by 100 decibels again... The powerful "ultrasound" bombarded my eardrums, and my strong concentration collapsed and I was separated from the concentrated game. "Oh, do you want to thread a needle?" I asked hesitantly. "Yes." Mother replied coldly. It seemed that I was dissatisfied with my excessive concentration just now. "Then why don't you find my sister? How can I, a crude boy, be qualified for such a detailed job?" I rejected my mother with the most sufficient reason and the most tactful way. "Your sister is asleep. Haven't you heard the story about General Zhang Fei threading the needle?" My mother was so arrogant that she actually produced the most convincing evidence in a short period of time and immediately gave me what I called a sufficient reason. Instant kill.

The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. I had to unconditionally accept the mission my mother gave me. But when I saw the pitifully small eye of a needle and the lines as thick as a finger, it was like heaven and earth, white and black, truth and fallacy... were all overturned in an instant. Cranky looked up from his dizziness: "Why don't you, old man, use the hemp rope at home to sew the quilt? The quilt sewn together in this way may not automatically break apart in a century!" I said to my mother angrily. . "Don't be pretentious and deny that there is something wrong with the thread. The thread I just pulled out of the needle is exactly the same as the thread on the thread ball. Here is a good opportunity to sharpen your endurance. Act quickly!" Mother said righteously.

My mother’s words were like a setting pin, just fixing my wavering will. Ever since, I followed my mother's usual needle-threading movements: holding the needle in one hand and the thread in the other; sometimes I would lick the thread with my mouth, and sometimes I would aim the needle at the brightest place...and immersed myself in hard work. Because it was my first time trying, all the movements seemed so stiff and awkward. The needle slipped from my fingers again and again, along with my will; I picked it up again and again, along with my will. I was afraid that my mother would see me and call me a fool, but she found out after all. She just smiled and said with a simple expression: "It doesn't matter, just practice more and you'll be fine."

"Just practice more and you'll be fine!" It was like a torch of victory, beating happily in front of my eyes. , as if within reach. My eyes got bigger and rounder. The past serves the purpose of the present, and I hope to use General Zhang's "big eyes and small eyes" technique of threading a needle to achieve a quick victory. But the selfless pinhole was not moved by my painstaking efforts at all. It was like an upright judge. Facing the selfless pinhole, we have no reason to complain, only to admire. But the thick and short thread reluctantly stretched its neck to poke its head out from the other end of the needle hole. The needle fell to the ground again, along with my will...

My spirit was a little depressed. I felt that the mother was not tempering her son's will, but testing her son's "bone shrinking skills" . "Bone Shrinking Kung Fu" is simply a stranger to me. Therefore, my will has been weakened by countless failures, and I will completely break free from the narrow gap of the pin. My mother didn't speak. She secretly observed my movements from the side. From her silent gaze and solemn expression, I understood my mother's resentment and worry, so I regretted my previous actions.

As a responsible man, you should learn where to fall and not where to get up, but you must get up in a timely manner. Human will will not be tied by any other pins or shackles, but can only be supported by one's own beliefs.

I picked up the needle again, along with my will and my mother's wish. Human inspiration comes from depression or extreme excitement. After worrying and hesitating, "cut your feet to fit the shoes" pops into your mind. There is no need to talk about the praise and criticism of "cutting the feet to fit the shoes". The Shan is appropriated and used in appropriate ways, and at the same time, any malicious intention is prohibited. So, I put the thick thread into my mouth, scraped it with my teeth, cut off the vulgar and roundabout parts, and then twisted it with my fingers. At this time, the thread became thin and slim. "If you work hard, God will pay off." After half an hour of unremitting efforts, the thick thread slipped through the hole of the selfless needle like a happy loach...

Threading a needle is an extremely small thing in life. However, through the first threading of a needle, it made me understand the great truth in life - to succeed in anything, three conditions must be met: self-confidence, persistence, and wisdom.