A child’s first essay writing experience

1. How do I guide my children to write essays

I remember that when my son just started learning to write essays, he didn’t understand anything. I read the first two or three essays to him. When he writes, I read a sentence and he writes a sentence. As soon as I stop, he can no longer write. I insist on reading the first two or three articles to him because he doesn’t know how to write the composition yet. I read , but I insist on one thing: I write to him that all the people and things he writes about are real people and things, and they are not made up or fabricated. For example, when the teacher asked him to write "My Mother", I told him what his mother looked like and what he did. , how his mother usually works and studies, how his mother cares about him, etc., and then asked him to write it down; the teacher asked him to write about a scene he liked, so I took him to our campus to observe the beautiful scenery in our school. I took him to observe the bougainvillea pavilion and the beautiful landscape trees, and taught him how to observe, and told him what is the beauty of these scenery. Then when he comes back, I will teach him how to start, how to write, and how to end. I always Ask my son to express his thoughts and feelings at the end. I teach my son that when writing essays, he must express his true feelings. I still remember that the third essay his teacher asked him to write was "I Washed My Mother's Feet." , the son came back and said: Mom, I have never washed your feet, how can I write this? I said: Son, can you come and wash your mother's feet now and feel it? He refused, so I just said it and didn't really ask him to do it, because not every essay needs to be something he has done before he can write it. Students also have to write imaginary essays. So I guided him to say : Then tell me, if a son washes his mother’s feet, why do you think he washes his mother’s feet? What should you do first and what should you do last when washing? How to wash? You tell your mother. So the son said what he thought. When he finished, I asked him to write down what he just said. This became a composition. In this way, My son further realized how to write a composition, so he had some ideas and concepts about writing a composition. When it came to the fourth composition, I no longer read or talked about it to him, but just did a little writing. Guidance, for example, what can you write about? What about that person or thing you know, just write it down truthfully. etc. As a result, my son wrote his own composition. When I read it, he wrote it by himself. When he wrote his first composition, I happily praised him and said: Look, composition is just how to write. You can write so well without your mother’s teaching. It’s amazing! From then on, my son became full of confidence in writing essays. The next time he wrote an essay, he would always try to write it according to his own ideas, and then show it to me to teach him how to revise it. I never forget to praise him every time. Let him become more confident every time. Therefore, the first conclusion I came to is: First, we must learn to make children interested in writing and cultivate their confidence in writing. In order to make my son's composition level higher and higher, I first The second step is to make him like reading extracurricular literature and art books such as composition books, so as to broaden his horizons, increase his knowledge, learn more about the writing methods and techniques of the young authors in the composition books, and learn more about the emotions and hearts of the characters in the articles. My specifics The method is: lead by example and lead my son. There are a lot of books in my family. I have loved reading books since I was a child. I insist on reading for a while before going to bed every day. My son's story books, fairy tale books and other children's books are also A lot, but before he entered the third grade, I didn’t buy him any composition books. After he entered the third grade, I started to buy more composition books for him. Every time I took him to the bookstore, I spent hundreds of dollars on them. I also put his books by the bedside, and every day when I read, I asked him to read with me. Mother and son, we leaned on the bedside and read together, enjoying ourselves. When it was time to go to bed, I asked him to stop. In this way, I let him develop the habit of reading every day. This habit of my son has not changed to this day, and it is very good. After my son developed the habit of reading more books, it is not difficult to see in his compositions that There are more and more appropriate metaphors and personifications used, and the language expressions are becoming smoother and more refined. Therefore, the second conclusion I draw is: we need to guide children to read more books, read good books, and let their ideas flow My understanding of literary works is getting stronger and wider. Based on my own experience, I realize that a person who can write must be a person who observes life more carefully. In order to make my son become such a person, I Every time I take him out, I teach him to observe some things (people, scenery, things, etc.). For example, I see the beautiful rising sun in the morning, the setting sun in the evening, and sometimes the clouds in the sky change endlessly. I love it. While watching, I also let my children watch together and like to ask

What kind of scene did he see? In the spring, buds appeared on the branches of the loquat tree on campus. In summer, the leaves were very lush. In autumn, the leaves turned red and fell. In winter, only bare branches were left on the loquat tree. I When I walk with my son on campus every day, I make sure to let him observe together and teach him how to observe. When I usually walk on the street with my son, I ask him to observe anything new I see and talk to him about these things. .In the long-term guidance and training, my son has accumulated a lot of material, and he is not afraid of running out of things to say when writing essays. My son’s essays have always been very good, so I don’t worry. From now on, I The third conclusion is drawn: It is necessary to cultivate the habit of observing life attentively in children, so that children can accumulate more writing materials. If the above three points are achieved, children will no longer be afraid of composition. 2. How to write an essay about the child in my mind

The good child in my mind

Every parent hopes that their children will be smart, versatile, have good grades, and love He is a good, obedient child who is well-educated and polite. I would rather my child be a child with good study and living habits, as well as a loving and perseverant character.

Good study and living habits are crucial to the growth of children. As far as study habits are concerned, it is not only reflected in having a strong sense of learning and actively putting learning first, such as previewing before class; listening carefully in class; actively and independently completing homework after class; Use your brain, solve problems in time, never default, let alone accumulate, etc. It must be reflected in having certain learning skills, being good at grasping key points, and mastering learning methods and techniques. Because the mastering and learning of every subject or certain knowledge point has its own rules. For example, the writing methods of compositions with different themes and the problem-solving ideas of different types of math problems are actually rules. If you cannot master the rules and use improper learning methods, you will get twice the result with half the effort. However, the acquisition of these rules and methods is inseparable from good study habits. He or she has strong learning initiative and is good at summarizing solutions to problems. It is a process of finding rules. If he or she has good study habits, he or she will You will consciously or unconsciously look for patterns and good learning methods. Once you master the rules and learning methods, you will get twice the result with half the effort. In this way, children will not feel physically and mentally exhausted and lose interest in it. We often envy some students who don't work too hard and even play more time than others, but their test scores are always among the best. What's the reason? In fact, it is because of having good study habits and mastering the methods and rules of learning. At the same time, good living habits and study habits are complementary to each other. Good study habits are also beneficial to the formation of good habits in life. Good living habits can make children feel at ease in learning, and can better adapt to the needs of modern society. need. Because good living habits can improve children's social adaptability, self-management ability, ability to interact with others, and cultivate good psychological qualities, etc. These abilities are a fortune for children. No matter what environment they are in, they can be very successful. Adapt quickly to avoid being at a loss and losing yourself.

Of course, I also hope that my children will have good personal qualities and qualities. The learning attitude should be serious but flexible, confident but not stubborn and blind, lively but not arrogant, independent but cooperative, generous but not fussy, etc. Of course, these characters and qualities are a gradual and subtle process, which need to be gradually cultivated by our parents and teachers in our daily study and life, so that they can be continuously accumulated and formed.

3. Composition: "Unforgettable First Time" Question: What are some novel "first times" that are easy to write about?

Life is colorful, and everyone There are many firsts, and each first time has different feelings, including joy, sadness, and unforgettable moments.

One day, I asked my grandma that my cousin Lingling and I could cook our own dinner, and grandma readily agreed. We couldn't be happier.

The cooking started. I was responsible for cooking and chopping vegetables. When Lingling was young, she let her wash the vegetables and make rice. After consultation, we decided to make our favorite tomato scrambled eggs.

I rummaged through the cabinets and made the kitchen miserable before I found all the ingredients. Grandma looked at me in a hurry and shook her head gently.

Lingling took out the tomatoes from the refrigerator and washed them carefully. Look how serious she is! Wash it gently with your chubby little hands.

After washing, she put the tomatoes on the cutting board and went to cook.

It’s my turn to show off my skills! After all, it was my first time to cook. I was very clumsy when picking up the knife. I cut the tomatoes into different thicknesses. My grandma looked at it and shouted loudly: "Little ancestor, slow down, don't cut with your hands!" Grandma picked up the kitchen knife and said, "Dang Dang." "After a few clicks, they were well-proportioned in size, like rows of curved boats. Seeing this, I was amazed. I imitated my grandma and cut it patiently one by one.

As I get to the back, my hands are shaking more and more, because the space for holding my hands in the back is getting smaller and smaller, and I am afraid of cutting my hands. I finally finished cutting, and my body was covered in sweat.

Looking at my "results", grandma kept saying: "Not bad, not bad, there is progress!" It was time to put the pot in, and I poured the oil into the pot. Half a minute passed, and the oil crackled.

I broke the eggs and mustered up a lot of courage. The egg whites and egg yolks flowed into the pot, and then there was another "crackling" sound. I stirred it up with a spatula. When it was not yet cooked, I immediately added salt and chicken essence.

Finally, I poured the tomatoes into the pot and stir-fried for a minute. I asked Lingling to bring the dishes.

At the same time, the rice is also ready. We happily ate the "fruit of victory". Although the dish was a bit bland, both of our faces were filled with happy smiles. 4. Composition: For the first time

I understand maternal love

The scenes in life will leave a deep impression on you. Such as images from movies; scenes from TV series; stories from comics; photos from photography exhibitions; landscapes from paintings. There are unforgettable scenes.

The most unforgettable thing for me is maternal love, and the most unforgettable scene is the use of money.

On TV, I saw a picture: 3 lucky children got 1,000 yuan. A child said: "I will donate money to the Hope Project because there are still many out-of-school children who cannot study." Another child said: "I will donate money to the children on the Loess Plateau so that they will no longer have to fight for drinking water." Worry." The last child said, "I want to buy a lot of spicy chicken for my mother." Everyone will be confused. The host asked: "Why?" He said: "My mother said that when I grow up, I must bring her favorite spicy chicken." The audience was silent for a moment, and then there was warm applause. Several people The audience's eyes were filled with tears. I was moved by it too.

Every winning child has given a piece of love to himself. Some are dedicated to the motherland; some are dedicated to the mother.

What moved me the most was the last child. Although he did not contribute to the country, the first thing he thought of was his mother. The mother who gave birth to herself, raised herself, and worked hard for herself all her life.

Maternal love is great, maternal love is selfless, and maternal love is eternal.

Foreigners respect their parents the most, while Chinese people love their parents the most and are the most filial. The love of children is greater than the love of all things. A mother's love will never pass away in the hearts of her children. It has been in the hearts of her children since they were born.

Maternal love may be a sea, making you feel the majesty; maternal love may be a statue, making you feel solemn; maternal love may be a god, making you understand the greatness and purity.

The song of maternal love echoes around the child; the mood of maternal love flows in the sea; the smile of maternal love flies in the sky; the Chinese language of maternal love lingers in the heart.

"There are many opportunities in life, so don't let your years go to waste." We should never miss our dedication to maternal love.

Irina once said: "Those fathers and mothers who win the love and respect of their children are very happy."

When you are afraid, maternal love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, maternal love is a lamp that illuminates; when it is dry, maternal love is a gulf of water of life; when we work hard, maternal love is the spiritual pillar; when we succeed, maternal love is an encouragement and a warning.

Suhomlinsky said: Love, "first of all, means dedication, which means dedicating the power of one's soul to the one you love and creating happiness for the one you love."

Mother dedicates her love to us, and we must return our love to our mother.

The most unforgettable scene for me is the whirlpool of maternal love! and yours? Tell me! 5. A composition describing a child aged one to two years old

I would like to turn everything into clay for you

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I would Falling to pieces for you composition

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I am just a small leaf, so small, small enough

< p> Completely ignored. I have thousands of brothers and sisters. I once thought that no life would notice me

because I am small, because I am taciturn, and because I have so many. Brothers and sisters, they

surround me so tightly that sometimes I even feel like I can’t breathe. Yes, I really don’t like them, because

they cover the sun. Grandpa has never greeted me kindly like he did to them, and Sister Yulu always happily high-fives them and then forgets about me. I think even Dashu’s mother doesn’t know that there is such a thing. I

exist, right? I hate them for taking away the love that originally belonged to me, and I hate them even more for not giving me any love.

In this way, one, two, and three years passed. In the winter of this year, the wind was particularly strong. Many brothers and sisters

all left the big tree and mother. But I was confused, and I can never forget that dark night, with the strong wind howling, my brother and sister were swept away abruptly, but before they left, they surrounded me tightly, They

were trying their best to protect me. They held my hand and said with difficulty: "Little sister, we have to take a step first.

I can no longer protect you. Now, you have to take care of yourself, hold on, and help us take care of our mother."

At that moment, for the first time, a drop of warm liquid crossed my face.

A few days later, the wind finally subsided. After some struggle, Grandpa Sun finally showed a smiling face?

In the afternoon, Sister Yulu also talked to me cordially for a while. ?

Finally, this day has come. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. It roars and runs crazily. My world is spinning.

I am terrified. Shouting, but suddenly felt a warm current rushing into my heart, it's mom! She is constantly transporting energy to me - her serum, that is, her blood. She has always supported and encouraged me in this way! I became braver. I hugged my mother tightly, and I was so unwilling to be separated from her. I believed that I would hold on. Her love gave me such great courage? < /p>

I still fell down. In those few seconds, I was flying around my mother. At that moment, I saw her

aging, which was what she had given me over the years. The testimony of our love reminds me of what Grandpa Taiyang and Sister Yulu said to me

My brother and sister have always surrounded me so closely because they care and love me. I am afraid

I have been hurt a little bit, even if it is a ray of sunshine under the scorching sun or a drop of rain in the storm

Lu? The reasons why I hated them all turned out to be them. Love me?

At that moment, I suddenly no longer fear death. This is my fate. Fortunately, I can

be with my brother again The sisters are together, and together they gradually turn into clay to protect their mother

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I am willing to turn into mud for you. 6. Talk to your son about what’s in your heart, composition

Talk about what’s in your heart to your son: A letter to your son:

Dear child, this is the first time I have done this. Write your letter carefully. Now that you have grown up, you should understand that there are no secrets or shortcuts to success, there is only one - persistence, while there are thousands of reasons for failure, but it cannot change the final result.

So my child, you must learn to persevere, face the future bravely, make your choices, and work hard for the goals you set.

Today I want to share a few keywords with you - growth, life planning, and gratitude.

This is an adult gift I give you, I hope you can benefit from it.

First. Growth:

My child, the moment I see you are taller than me and I need to look up at you, you are no longer the same person you were when I was a child. You, at that time I could lower my head and touch your shoulders. At this moment, I was both happy and disappointed.

Second. Life planning;

The future has come, what should you do? The greatest excitement in life is uncertainty. No one can predict their future. If you already know the outcome as soon as you are born, this is the greatest tragedy in life. It is precisely because of this that the future is the most worth looking forward to, and the most worth working for your future.

Third. Gratitude:

Finally, I want to share with you - Gratitude. Gratitude has so many meanings, I don’t know if you understand it. My child, if you have time to say thank you to those who give you warmth, thank you for your parents' upbringing, thank your teachers for their teachings, thank your relatives for their care... Use your actions to prove that you are a grateful person.

Children - you will never be alone, we will walk with you, with gratitude, with that faith, follow the direction of the goal! 7. An essay on telling intimate things to your children

Mom and Dad, do you know? In my daily life, I really have a lot of things I want to say to you, but these words are buried deeply in my heart. I want to say them but can’t say them out. Yes, they have been buried for a long time.

Today, I think I can speak boldly in my composition and use my pen to replace my own words. I think what I will never forget in my life is that warm and sunny maternal love.

I remember that day, "Boom, boom, boom... Baby, come and open the door." It was 7 o'clock in the evening. I heard that you were back from a business trip, and I was very excited.

When I opened the door, a tired mother walked in, but with a smile on her face. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" I asked loudly.

"Nothing! It's okay!" You suppressed your fatigue and said as you took out the vegetables from the refrigerator and washed them carefully. I ran over and wanted my mother to stop, but my mother said happily. : "No, mom hasn't cooked for you for a long time!" Mom's waist is still bent, her rough hands are still washing vegetables, and her legs are still slightly bent. The bloodshot eyes looked straight at Cai.

I saw something wrong with your expression, Mom, so I touched your head with my hand, and I quickly pulled my hand back. My heart is numb.

"Mom, come out quickly!" I shouted. I inserted the thermometer and took my mother's temperature. It was over 38 degrees! I immediately asked my mother to stop what she was doing, but you kept saying it was okay and asked me to hurry up and do my own thing.

When I got up the next morning, I found that you were already up. When I went out, I saw a table of breakfast had been prepared. You were busy in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen. Before I could speak, you had already given me a smile, which made my nose feel sour.

"Mom, what are you...doing?" It's okay. Breakfast is good for your current brain development. A bad breakfast is not enough..." Mom, you caress me carefully with your loving hands every day. We grew up. When I was sick, Mom, you didn’t sleep for a minute all night long, and used your own hands to wipe my body over and over again, hoping to exchange your hard work for my recovery.

When you were sick, you still did the laundry and cooking for me. Mom, thank you! Of course, you did more than just a little bit for me, there was so much more, you did it every minute and every second! You are all busy for us, Mom, thank you! The love of parents is really great. Dad, you can use all kinds of funny methods to make me happy when I am sad. I don’t know why I can’t be happy no matter how unhappy I am. When I am in trouble or lost, you will give me the motivation to go far.

Dad, thank you, thank you for what you have done for me. I did it, my dad. Mom and dad, I don’t have any worries now.

I always felt that practicing piano was a pain. Now I am different. I should really thank you for being able to create. Such a good environment allows me to learn and practice the piano. I can see your love for me from your eyes full of hope. Thank you for your encouragement and encouragement when I was wavering.

Mom and Dad, I also want to make some suggestions to you. I hope you can give me some free space. That’s some free time! I know you also have good intentions, but I seem to feel some fatigue in my heart and I need free time.

I won't waste my time. In fact, it’s nothing. Anyway, I still understand your good intentions.

Mom and Dad, thank you! I love you. 8. Three years of writing essays (tell me about myself) about 300 words I am a boy

I am a third-grade primary school student and I am nine years old this year. I have jet black hair, a pair of dark and thick eyebrows underneath, and a talkative mouth.

I have many hobbies, such as reading, drawing, Go, playing computer... But my favorite is playing computer. While playing, I suddenly staggered to a height of five feet and said loudly: "Awesome, I won!" Then I sighed and said: "It's bad luck for me, I lost again." If my mother allowed me to play for a long time, I can play on the computer for three days and three nights without eating or drinking! If you still don’t believe it, let me give you an example! Once, my mother only allowed me to play for half an hour. However, I accidentally played for an hour and ended up eating my mother's "fried pork with bamboo slices."

I am playful and active and not serious about studying. Last time, I only scored 86 points in the Chinese language test, ranking sixth from the bottom in the class! But I love labor and am the life committee member of the class. Every day I get milk for the class and distribute it to the students. Although it is very hard, I am still very happy because I can serve the students.

This is me, a person who loves working and playing with computers. I believe that in the near future, I will get rid of the bad habit of not studying seriously and strive to become a good child who studies hard!