In real life or work and study, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that you can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. So have you ever learned anything about composition? The following is my first-time composition for you. I welcome you to learn from it and hope it will help you. At the end of last semester, Teacher Sipin asked us to go home and cook a meal for our family as our final grade. This is a bit difficult for me. I have never cooked, let alone cooked.
as soon as I got home, I discussed with my mother what to do and how to do it. What I want is to cook a meal that everyone likes. I looked at the refrigerator. There were potatoes, spinach, eggs and so on. I decided that the staple food is rice, and the dish is a shredded potato and a basin of spinach vermicelli soup.
I made up my mind and started cooking. Mother tied an apron on me. I grabbed the spatula and was about to stir-fry, only to remember that the rice had not been cooked and the potato skins had not been washed. I took out the bowl, put a bowl of rice into the inner container of the rice cooker, then took out the inner container, added some water to the inner container, put my hand into the pot and stirred it. The rice grains rubbed against the wall of the gallbladder and made a burst of "salsa" sound. It was almost time to wash, and I remembered to save water, so I ran to the balcony with my inner container in my arms, trying to control the rice washing water and water the flowers. I tilted the pot outward and poured out the water inside. Because I can't control my strength, I almost buckled the pot on the flowerpot more than once. Fortunately, my left hand can help me in time when my right hand misses, otherwise I don't know how many grains of rice I will waste. After scouring rice, under the guidance of my mother, I added a proper amount of water to the pot, turned the switch and the rice was served.
I started washing those potatoes covered in mud. A pot of water turned black quickly. I changed a pot of water, and finally I could see the true colors of potatoes. The yellow potatoes were oval-shaped, which was very nice. Just about to cut them on the chopping board, my mother reminded me that potatoes should be peeled before eating. I'm busy taking off the peeling knife and preparing to peel it. I held a big potato in my left hand, and picked up a paring knife in my right hand. Whenever I push hard, the potato goes sideways. When I cut it, I either cut off a large piece or didn't cut it. The originally smooth potato was pitted by my cutting. Seeing that I was so clumsy, my mother showed me off and kept instructing me to turn the potatoes. Under her guidance, I finally peeled a potato completely, and then I peeled the second and third potatoes.
Then, I met a difficult problem. I was afraid to take a kitchen knife. Because I cut my finger with a Swiss army knife when cutting fruit last year, and I was stabbed on the back of my hand with scissors a few days ago. I get a little nervous at the sight of a knife. My mother encouraged me and taught me how to cut the knife and how to use force. I got up the courage, with a knife in my right hand and a "retreat" in my left hand. I chopped at the pile of potatoes on the chopping board, cut off potato pieces of different sizes, and then chopped them into thick and short "shredded potatoes", which may be more accurate. Looking at my "achievements", I can't help but think of the long and thin shredded potatoes cut by my grandmother. It's really a world of difference. However, this level has finally passed.
After I cut the potatoes, I started cooking. First, I lit the fire, then I poured some oil into the pot. The oil smoked. When I poured the potatoes in, I heard a creaking sound in the pot. Then the aroma spread. I added proper salt and vinegar to the pot. After several times of stir-frying, a plate of fragrant shredded potatoes with vinegar was made. Add half a pot of water to the pot, bring it to a boil, add washed spinach and vermicelli, beat in two eggs, drop a few drops of sesame oil, sprinkle some coriander and pepper, and a pot of spinach vermicelli soup will be fine. There are golden eggs floating on the green spinach, which looks good in an instant.
when the dishes are out of the pot, the rice is cooked. I served my parents a bowl of rice cooked by myself and invited them to taste every dish I cooked by myself. They ate, laughed and praised me for my good work. I am also pleased with the fruits of my labor. Although the potatoes are a little salty, this is the first meal I cooked for my family. The family had a good time. Writing 2
with the topic of the first time is sincere, which is the magic weapon of being a man in life. Otherwise, your heart will be condemned. Do you believe it?
I remember that in the last Chinese exam, I got 93 points, and I was so happy when the papers were handed out. Because I am the first in my class. However, when I looked down with my test paper, I suddenly found that I had written a wrong word, but the teacher didn't find it when correcting it. At this time, my heart was pounding. I looked around and saw that others were staring at my test paper intently, so I thought of confusing him with the sham as the genuine. But in the next few days, I didn't sleep well for a day. The unlucky word haunted me like a ghost, and I couldn't get rid of it. I began to regret it and finally decided to change my score myself.
So, I carefully crossed the typo with a red pen that day and deducted one point, which became 92 points. When I counted the results, I insisted that it was 92 points. Finally, a big stone in my heart fell to the ground, and I dreamed that others were praising me and saying that I was honest and not false. I am extremely happy, dancing in my dream, and I have an indescribable joy. At that time, I really knew what is sincere, not false, honest, and don't do anything to steal chickens and dogs. I also understand that only by our own efforts can we succeed. Don't be opportunistic, cheat parents, and be an honest boy.
ah! How happy it is to show your true self with sincerity! Here, I specially created a "famous saying" to encourage my classmates: Sincerity, touching sincerity, will always be the secret of your success as a person!
like a spray, it beats the shore in my heart, silently and quietly passing away. Only a small spray, engraved in my heart.
I remember that it was the first speech, and my heart was beating like a bell. Even though I was relaxed during rehearsal, I was still breathless with nervousness. No matter how great and passionate the other contestants are, I can only see their lips swinging and their voices are separated by the air.
with the announcement of the host, my thoughts were interrupted. Oh, my God, how time flies! I pressed down my pounding heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked onto the stage. Every step was so heavy, as if my legs were filled with lead. Turned around, the original calm heart, have run up, like fifteen buckets-so anxious. Hundreds of eyes from the audience gathered on me, more like hundreds of swords, and I was at a loss to shoot at me.
At this moment, a thunderous applause rang from my ear. What an inspiring voice! Make my original vacant heart full of strength again. I started my speech, and with this burst of applause, I was no longer afraid. Standing on the podium, it is like bathing in the sun, so soft and comfortable! My voice has become so beautiful and relaxed at this moment! I gave an emotional speech, and I heard the applause from time to time, and in the end, I also retired in the applause.
who would I thank for that speech, if you ask? Then I will answer that I will thank my teachers and classmates; I will thank the applause, the applause that will never be forgotten! Composition on the topic of the first time 3
Today is the first day of school. The new head teacher, Mr. Zhang, announced the list of members of the class committee of Class 3 (4). I was fortunate to be the propaganda committee member of the class, which is really a happy thing for me who has never tasted the smell of "official" and is addicted to it. Teacher Zhang asked me to plan class three (4) blackboard newspapers with full authority and publish the first issue as soon as possible. I accepted this glorious task, but I felt a great responsibility on my shoulders.
I first gathered a group of people to discuss matters related to the blackboard newspaper. We aim at running the newspaper with illustrations, rich content, novel design and enlightenment, and make the blackboard newspaper in our class the best in the school. Then, I took a break from the blackboard newspaper. I asked Wang Jiajia, a study member, to be responsible for selecting materials; The bright handwriting of the "little calligraphy fan" is the best, and he is responsible for copying it; Draw flowers, trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts, and sketch vivid circles as the task of drawing; I acted as the editorial director of the blackboard newspaper.
I put some drawing tools borrowed from the library, such as Handwritten Newspaper for Primary School Students, Layout Design of Blackboard Newspaper, Common Patterns of Modern Blackboard Newspaper, metric ruler, colored chalk and so on, on the platform, so that they can get what they need. Hearing my command, everyone immediately got busy. The selection of materials, copying, painting and painting were very busy. "'editorial director', please come here." Suddenly, Yuan Yuan, who is in charge of drawing, shouted, "I think the masthead paintings are like the eyes of a blackboard newspaper. I have selected a few, and I also asked the director to review them personally and finalize them." I scratched my head and said, "Ah, indeed. The masthead must be educational and highlight the center of this issue. Well, I think this "Seedling" is quite good ... "As soon as the voice fell, the scribe standing by shouted again:" Sir, you asked me to copy, but not to write. Give me a message this new semester. " I pondered a little and said word for word: "You write like this:' Dear students, the happy holiday has passed, and we have ushered in a new semester with confidence ...'"
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The clock on the wall walked slowly, and unconsciously, just over an hour passed, and our work was basically completed. "ouch!" I don't know who screamed in panic "What's the matter?" Everyone asked in unison. "We forgot to leave room for the title." I bit my lower lip and sat on the stool thinking hard. "Why don't we just insert the title in the headline?" I suggested. "Great!" Let's clap our hands together. I picked up the red chalk, solemnly handed it to Liangliang, and said to him, "Let's name this blackboard newspaper" Stubby "!" Liang Liang received the chalk, and three times five divided by two was done.
Everyone looked at the fruits of their labor and smiled happily. I said, "You have worked hard." Who knows, these naughty boys shouted at me: "No, it's still our' editorial director' who has made great contributions!" I gave them a pout and smiled knowingly.
It's interesting to be the editorial director, don't you think, my friend? Writing 4
on the topic of the first time grows up, just like walking on the beach. Every deep footprint is a trace of our growth. Looking back, it is unforgettable to look at the footprints we have passed.
I have been very headstrong since I was a child, and I often make my parents angry, but I am proud of my "masterpiece". Although I have a younger sister and brother at home, I still can't change my headstrong temper. One noon, when I was watching the computer at home, I accidentally glanced at the clock on the table. It was already 12: 45, and my stomach naturally growled. "mom! I'm hungry! " I shouted, but no one answered. "Mom, I'm hungry." I cried impatiently. "Sister, didn't mom say she would go to a friend's house?" My sister reminded me, "Oh! I almost forgot, what about my sister? " I started looking for my sister again. At least she is two years older than me and can cook. "My sister went to the teacher's house to help correct the test paper!" " Sister has a good memory! "Sister, I'm hungry!" The younger brother covered his stomach. "I'm hungry, too!" Sister du mouth, "what can I do? I am hungry myself! " I grabbed my hair wildly, that's right! Cookies! I rushed to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, but it was empty. "Why don't I cook?" I tentatively looked at my brother and sister, and they both shook their heads tacitly. "Then if I succeed, I won't give you food!" "I kicked them out of the kitchen in anger and cooked by myself. I put on my apron first and then opened the refrigerator." What should I do? " I scratched my head, "eggs? Got it! Just make scrambled eggs. "I took out some eggs and closed the refrigerator door. I brought a bowl and broke the egg shell. Before I could pour it into the bowl, my hands were full. "Ah!" I quickly brought a rag to clean it. "Damn, my hands are full, so I won't do it!" " I simply stopped doing it, but when I saw my brothers and sisters, I was not convinced: Gee, I can't let them look down on me! I had to keep doing it. This time, I broke the eggshell slowly and poured it into the bowl neatly, haha! It worked! I was so happy that I knocked a few more. "Hum! I can knock eggs! " I was so proud that I turned on the fire, put the pot on it and poured some oil. While the oil was hot, I scattered the eggs and poured some soy sauce. When the oil was hot, I carefully poured the eggs in. With a click, I quickly stepped back. "What's wrong with my sister?" Sister came running, "no, nothing!" " I pretended to be calm, and the egg was almost burnt. I quickly picked up a spatula, turned it over and put it on the plate. "shout! You're done! " I gasped and looked at my "masterpiece". I was so happy that I deliberately cleared my throat. "Hey! Come in quickly! " My brother and sister came in very obediently. "Look!" I showed them the scrambled eggs on my plate, "Wow!" It can be seen that their eyes are full of admiration, "Sister is great!" The younger brother gave a thumbs-up sign. "Then who said I couldn't?" I deliberately put on a shelf, "Sister, I'm sorry, we were wrong, you are the best!" " My younger brothers and sisters still know the goods and admit their mistakes. I naturally forgive them. "Okay, okay, eat quickly!" I can't wait for them to taste it. My brother took a bite and gave a thumbs-up again. "Delicious!" "That is!" I am even more proud.
I can cook, which means I have grown up! How I want to put on my wings and announce the news to the world!