I like my numerical control. Title. Composition 600.

In desperation, I chose light industry school and numerical control major, and I learned my chosen numerical control major in ignorance. After a few classes, I fell in love with my major and felt that my choice was correct. These lessons are fresh in my memory and will never be forgotten.

The first class was counting cars, and I went to the workshop under the guidance of my teacher. When I first stepped into the workshop, it was not the smell of perfume, but the smell of engine oil. I inadvertently popped up a sentence: I may never leave this oil smell, and I will deal with it all my life. There are neat machines in front of me. I really wanted to operate these oily cars on the machine at that time. The teacher stood by the machine and explained to us the instructions to start the machine. While listening to the teacher, he stared at the running machine. The machine is really obedient. If you tell him to turn, he will move back and forth, left and right. In my opinion, this is a child who listens to his mother and tells him to go west, but dares not go east. I suddenly developed an affinity for this machine, just as a mother was teaching her son to walk. After several operations, I gradually like the smell of oil and obedient machines.

The second category is ordinary cars. Stepping into the workshop, I was greeted by the long-lost smell of engine oil. When I smelled the long-standing smell of engine oil, my spirit reached the highest point of thinking. The number of machines and cars in front of me is not much different! Confused, the teacher gave me a satisfactory answer-the counting car is mobile and the ordinary car is manual. Staring at the machine in front of me, I nag from time to time: What can this "broken machine" do? To my surprise, the teacher showed us the blank made by the former students on this broken machine. I look at this exquisite thing in front of me and dare not associate it with this broken machine, but facts are facts and cannot be changed. The teacher took a completely blank one and jumped three classes on this broken machine. Then, a miracle appeared in front of me. At present, the teacher has made this exquisite thing.

I love my major, and I love my school more. If there were no light industry school, I wouldn't fall in love with CNC major. If I didn't choose CNC major, I wouldn't have dealt with machines and "broken machines", and I wouldn't have an indissoluble bond with engine oil and engine oil smell. I am proud of my original choice; I'm glad I chose CNC major; I hope my chosen CNC major has a bright future.

I love light industry school, and I love CNC major.