Write an injection composition

Write an injection composition 1 In the second class this afternoon, several doctors and aunts came to the school to give us a vaccination. When the students saw several "angels in white" come in, the classroom that was quiet just now suddenly became noisy.

At the request of the teacher, the students lined up in turn, and from time to time there were some "humility" scenes. Chen Haodong, the youngest, ranks first. At the sight of the injection, his feet began to tremble and said, "Does it hurt?" Caught by the doctor's aunt's arm, he closed his eyes and turned away without looking. After a while, another classmate finished playing, and a classmate stopped him and asked, "Does it hurt?" The classmate smiled and replied, "It doesn't hurt." Wow, many students are a little relieved. After a while, Jiang Jun also finished the injection. Someone asked, "Does it hurt?" He said with a straight face, "It hurts a little." It's Zhang Sijia's turn. She said that her mother usually holds her for an injection, but today she can only do it herself. The doctor put the needle in, and she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, frowned, and tears swirled in her eyes.

One by one, the students are finished. Many students say that my hands are numb and I can't lift them. I didn't have an injection, so I joked that you were taking an anesthetic injection, and everyone was shocked.

After this injection, I understand a truth: when encountering difficulties, don't be afraid, be brave and use our strong will to overcome it.

How ridiculous it was to be coaxed into an injection by my father when I was a child!

That day, I ate a bad stomach, and my father was very anxious and said to me, let's go for an injection! What is an injection? I was confused at the time, but I just didn't go. Dad coaxed me again; Dad will buy you toys after the fight. As soon as I heard this, I agreed When I came to the clinic, a child my age refused to get an injection. I ran to him and said, what's wrong with you? I had an injection. My father bought you a toy. Unexpectedly, he smiled through tears and took an injection while eating sugar. I came to see the doctor. The doctor said to take physiological saline, and he poked me in the left hand with a needle. At that time, I felt that the doctor was like a demon trying to take my life. As soon as I struggled, the needle was stuck in the wrong place, blood flowed out of my hand, and I felt a pain. I can't help crying. The child saw it and said to me, why are you crying? Don't you want toys? I really want to refute what he said: what is a toy? It's true that I was injured! beep

Friends, hey, don't torture yourself for something other than my body like me.

Write an Injection Composition 3 On March 3rd 1 day, the teacher sent a notice of measles vaccination, and the students read the content-"The government launched a large-scale measles vaccination campaign in the whole city from April1day to June 15 this year ..." A burst of exclamation. Then, the students began to talk-"Tomorrow's April Fool's Day is a lie, right?" My deskmate Yi Jie said to me. "No, are you kidding the CDC?" I looked at the signature in the lower right corner and said. Yi Dan leaned in and said, "Serious BBC joking. How can you be sure this is not a trick? " I have always trusted others, so I said, "Ask the teacher. Today is not April Fool's Day. He won't lie. " When the teacher smiled and announced on the platform that we were going to have an injection on April 2, the students fainted by half. Only those "bluffing" boys pretend to be dismissive and say, "Isn't it just an injection? What is terrible? " "The earthquake is terrible!" A boy added. Hum, that "greedy" guy 1 April 1 April Fool's Day, we spent it in laughter. It was not until we came home from school that we saw posters of "waiting area" and measles vaccination posted on the pillars of the downstairs hall that we felt that the arrival of "doomsday" was so fast. Our classroom is on the seventh floor. On the morning of April 2, on the way to our classroom, when passing the second floor, I found that the classrooms of Class 3 and Class 4 and the teachers' office were "unrecognizable": the desks in the classroom were moved to both sides, leaving only eight desks in the middle, covered with white cloth. Oh, my God, is this the right place to inject? After the morning reading class, the school informed our sixth-grade students to queue up for the second floor. Many students are sweating. Because we are the last class in the sixth grade and the last one to have an injection. We are also afraid of having our classmates as "role models", which is really "as timid as a mouse". Three floors, two floors, one floor, twenty steps, nineteen steps ... It's getting closer and closer to the execution ground ... Seeing ten doctors in white coats in the room, my heart is already cold. I remember the last time I went for a blood test, ... I didn't dare to think about it. However, looking at the relaxed appearance of my classmates after the injection, I have courage. Entering the execution ground, the doctor looked at us and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, it just itches a little." Did you hear me right, Ikey? It's my turn, I thought to myself: Hey, today my class representative must set an example for these "backbones of pigs and eight quit-incompetent people". I "held my head high", rolled up my sleeves and began to "execute" ... "Hold it down with a cotton swab." The doctor's voice came from my ear. Hey, you ready? "Execution" so fast? It's a little unbelievable. No pain. Before I knew what was going on, the doctor was "finished" Walking out of the "inoculation area", I looked at the poster posted on the wall, which said that there might be a rash in two or three weeks, and anaphylactic shock was rare! It's so horrible that I can't help shivering with fear. On the morning of April 3, my arm began to ache faintly. I quickly "reported" my father, who said it was normal. When I came to school to communicate with my classmates, they also said it was painful. On that day, all the students in our class complained bitterly. The pain lasted for two whole days. On April 7, after the Qingming holiday, I returned to the classroom. I watched the students all alive and kicking, and I couldn't help feeling: "This execution ground is really not worth it!"

One sunny morning, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV-Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio Touched Private Soldiers made me laugh and burst into tears. When the TV was over, I reluctantly turned it off and went back to my room. I immediately picked up a big piece of white paper and a long brush and began to draw. I'll paint it with thick ink for a while and sketch it gently for a while.

Suddenly, cough, cough, dizziness ... Oh, I caught a cold. My mother was awakened by the sound and asked anxiously, "What's the matter with you?"

I said hesitantly, "Cough, headache and runny nose."

My mother immediately touched my forehead and said to herself, "I have a fever." I have to rush to the hospital. "

Then, there was a long queue ... ah! It's finally my turn.

The doctor looked at my throat, took my temperature, frowned involuntarily and said, "I want an injection first, and then prescribe some medicine."

I tremble when I hear an injection. I don't want an injection. My mother took me to the injection place. I looked at the thin and long silver needle, kicked it left and jumped right, so I stopped injecting! Several nurses grabbed me hard, and I didn't feel any pain after the injection. ...

The next day, I came to the injection net and generously reached for the injection place, and I didn't care. ...

When I am ready, I can play happily again.

This incident shows: "As long as you are willing to try, you are not afraid of anything."

When I was in kindergarten, I remember that one morning, the teacher told us to take a vaccination in the afternoon. I was scared to death.

In the afternoon, the doctor came wearing a white coat and holding a medicine box. The classroom suddenly exploded. A child shouted: "I don't want an injection! I don't want an injection! " Some cowards cried, some simply got under the table, and some slipped outside to avoid this robbery ... In short, everyone didn't want an injection, and I was so scared that tears swirled in my eyes. Suddenly, the doctor patted the medicine box and said loudly, "Whoever calls again will shoot twice!" " "This move is really smart. For an instant, the classroom was silent, even our breathing could be heard. At this time, the teacher came in and kindly said to us, "Little friend, the injection doesn't hurt at all, be brave!" " "The teacher voice down, Wang Benye took to the podium, rolled up his sleeves and closed his eyes. The doctor took out the syringe, sprayed a little liquid medicine on the needle tip, then wiped his arm with alcohol cotton, stuck the needle in, and it was all right in the blink of an eye. Wang Benye did not say a word. The doctor said, "well, this child is really brave!" " "

Wang Benye proudly walked down. I bravely stepped onto the platform, rolled up my sleeves, closed my eyes and turned away. At first, I felt cold. It was the doctor who wiped the alcohol cotton and felt his arm bitten by mosquitoes. When I wanted to go back and see what had happened, the doctor said you were a brave boy. It turns out that injections are not terrible, and I am also a brave child.

There will always be many firsts in life, so be brave!

Many things have happened in our life, such as cooking for the first time, walking at night for the first time, raising small animals for the first time, going camping for the first time, winning prizes for the first time, taking the train for the first time ...... "The first time" is like a footprint, printed on our growing road.

As long as I can remember, the experience of the first injection is still fresh in my memory. Once, my mother took me to the prevention station for an injection. When I got there, I saw many people and children crying everywhere. At that time, I thought to myself: What's there to cry about? It's just an injection, really. However, looking at the bloody cotton swab thrown away on the ground and the thin and long needle in the doctor's hand, I can't help but feel weak with fear. It's my turn soon. My mother said, "Don't be afraid. No pain. It's like being stung by an ant. It will be fine in a minute. " I think, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter, all the children here are crying, if I cry. Therefore, I will be brave and strong and set an example for them. So when I saw the needle inserted into the meat during the injection, I wanted to cry, but I also held back.

Looking back on that incident, I also understand a truth: don't be afraid of difficulties in doing anything, face them and don't bow to them.

Writing composition 7 on injection When we were very young, everyone should have had such an experience, that is, the first injection. In our hearts, we are always afraid of injections. I am no exception.

I still remember my first injection, which was at school. The teacher said that he would give us a vaccination, and my originally calm heart began to get uneasy.

Now it's our class's turn to have an injection. I went to the injection room in fear. As I walked, I kept chanting in my heart: "God bless me, don't hurt when I give an injection!" " "When I was waiting in line, I felt very painful when I saw other students playing. It's my turn to play. I slowly sat in the chair, thinking: Will I bleed to death? When I hesitated to tell the doctor to take a taxi, the doctor seemed to read my mind and whispered to me, "It won't hurt, don't be nervous." I gradually relaxed my nervous mood, bravely stretched out my arm, rolled up my sleeves high and turned my head to one side. There was a cold feeling on my arm, and my heart jumped involuntarily. Then I felt bitten by a mosquito, and then I heard the doctor say, "Well, it's over. "

"It turns out that the injection is not so terrible." I laughed and walked out, thinking, I can't scare myself anymore.

The first injection, I was very nervous and scared at first. But it made me understand that the injection didn't hurt at all. As long as you beat yourself, you are not afraid of injections.

Writing an Injection Composition 8 Injection is one of the things I was most afraid of since I was a child.

I remember when I was a child, I was sick and my father took me for an injection. After admission, the nurse came with a medicine box.

At the moment when she came, I saw the needle at the tip of the apex, and I felt a burst of fear in my heart. I'm cold and nervous. I'm afraid it will hurt if the needle goes into my arm. So I began to cry. Dad just comforted me gently and said, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

The nurse inhaled the medicine in the needle and shot a bullet with her hand. She was ready. I cried again when the needle didn't go into my arm. At that time, the nurse ignored my crying and stuck the needle in. I didn't know until I cried that I had finished the injection, and a white cotton swab was tightly tied on my arm.

Although the injection has been finished, this fearful experience is still deeply imprinted in my mind. I will never forget that dark day.

Write an injection composition 9 As soon as I heard the injection, I turned pale with fear and lost my mind. Don't believe me, let's see my first injection!

That day, the cold virus sneaked into my body while I was not looking. My head is as hot as a stove, and two crystal clear "bugs" hang under my red nose, really like a funny clown. Seeing my weakness, my mother pulled me up and said firmly, "Come on, let's get an injection!" " After listening to my mother's words, I was scared out of my mind. I immediately broke away from my mother's hand and cried, "I don't want an injection." I am afraid of injections! " But in the end, my mother reluctantly dragged me into the hospital. Look! The hospital is really like a devil's wall, eerie. As soon as I stepped into the gate, I began to sweat all over and my heart beat faster. Suddenly, an unpleasant smell of alcohol rushed into my nose and made me want to vomit. The children's heartbreaking cries rushed into my ears, and then, one after another, the cries echoed in the hospital. At this time, a sharp, thin, shining silver needle plunged into the child's arm. I really want to grow a pair of wings and fly out of this horrible "hell". But my mother had already seen through my "trick", grabbed me with her hand and brought me to a small room. The doctor came slowly like a horrible ghost, and I immediately lost consciousness and my hands and feet were stiff. I saw the doctor tied my arm tightly with a rubber band, patted it a few times and then wiped it with alcohol cotton. Blue blood vessels are clearly visible. 3 cm, 2 cm ... the thin needle is getting closer and closer, and my mother covered my eyes with lightning speed. "ah! It hurts! " I let out a scream, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs on my face.

Although the injection hurts, I am still happy to think that my mother always comforts me with snacks after the injection.