That was when I was eight years old (grade one). One dark night, my parents worked overtime on a business trip, leaving me alone at home. I was bored, so I turned on the TV. The first thing that caught my attention was a movie about ghost stories. It gives me goose bumps to see zombies killing people without bleeding. I go into my room to do my homework, but I always feel that someone is following me. Can't be a ghost? Thinking of this, I was even more afraid, so I climbed into bed, rolled myself into bed, covered my head with a pillow and shouted, "Ghost! You're not coming? " At this time, my father came back. Father heard my screams and thought something was wrong. I pushed open the door. I saw a ray of light shining in my father's push, and I was so scared that I was at a loss.
"You little urchin, you are still so stupid at your age!" Dad severely criticized me.
As soon as I heard it, I recognized my father at once, and immediately threw myself into his arms and said, "Dad, that headless ghost has been pestering me while you were away. Please help me!" "
Dad smiled, but I felt puzzled; Then, my father kindly said to me, "silly child, there are no ghosts in the world!" " "I didn't understand until now. In this way, my "dangerous trip" at home alone at night ended.
Through this first time, I know that although there are many miracles in this vast world, some things are often caused by my own hallucinations.
I)
The first time was good, and the first time was wonderful. How many first times in a person's life are worth remembering? How many times have you left an indelible impression for the first time?
In fact, the first experience can be successful or unsuccessful, just seeking fresh excitement. Having said that, don't try those degenerate first times, it's not good for you.
I remember the first time my family raised daffodils. Ye Er, green, looks very delicate and lovely. My whole family took good care of it for fear that it would be hit by a little wind and rain. After half a month's nursing, narcissus has grown several small buds. The whole family was very happy, and they cared more about it after that. One day, I went to see it as a routine. As soon as I entered the room, a smell came to my nose-daffodils were in bloom! I hurried out to call my family, and all three of us greedily breathed the fragrance of daffodils-this situation lasted until the flowers withered.
I still remember the first time I rode a bike. You learn to skate soon, but you are afraid to ride it-if you accidentally fall, you will be embarrassed. Although my father told me not to be afraid, I was still afraid to ride. Finally, my father gave up the idea of letting me learn to ride a bike. He shrugged helplessly and waved me back.
When I raised fish for the first time, I often poured a lot of fish food in the jar, and I always let the fish eat well. For the sake of the lives of several fish, my father told me not to feed them too much food at a time, or they would die. I did as my father said and found that the fish swam more happily. During the exam, I was too busy reviewing to feed the fish. When I got home after the exam, I found that the fish had turned white. I was helpless, so I buried the fish and cleaned the fish tank. Now, there are some small fish in that fish tank. I took care of them carefully and tried my best not to let the "tragedy" happen again.
The first time is good, isn't it? May everyone cherish the first time.
(2)
Cooking for my mother for the first time
Zhao Jin
Ah! It's half past five in the morning. Why is there no mother cooking in the kitchen? I got dressed and came to the kitchen curiously. Where is my mother? I turned and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying in bed. I can see from the painful expression on her face that she is ill. Dad hasn't come back from work yet. What should I do? At this time, my mother said to me in a weak voice, "The rice is ready, so eat it while it is hot!" "
I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I can't help but think of the scene where my mother asks me to eat every morning-my mother cooks hot meals and puts them on the table for me to eat. But today, what should I do? By the way, my mother usually cooks for me. Today I will cook for my mother! At the beginning, I poured the rice into the frying spoon, lit the gas, and then stirred the rice evenly with a shovel. After a while, the rice began to steam, so I put the rice into two bowls respectively. Ah, the fried spoon's rice is burnt. Anyway, I quickly heated the dish again. After a while, the food was hot. I put the food in the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of cucumber slices completely disappeared. Even so, looking at my masterpiece-steaming food, I still have unspeakable joy in my heart.
I hurried into my mother's room with food. My mother saw me and asked, "Are you full?" I didn't answer my mother's question. I just gently put the food on the table beside my mother's bed and said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " "My mother was surprised at first, and soon a smile appeared on her face. Then, she reluctantly sat up from the bed, touched my head and said to me, "My son is really sensible and knows how to care about his mother. "Her eyes sparkled with tears of excitement." You eat first, I'm not hungry. With your heart, my mother's illness will be better than half. "This makes me happy. After my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and not very delicious, my mother nodded and said, "delicious!" "
After dinner, I packed my dishes and chopsticks. I went to school with the rising sun. Not far away, I suddenly remembered an important thing. I quickly ran home, opened my mother's door and said to her, "Mom, dad is back, please let him take you to see a doctor!" "
(3) The first composition won the prize.
There are many firsts in childhood. They are like those little stars in the vast universe. One of the stars is the brightest, which is a good memory of my first award-winning composition.
On a sunny day in March in Wan Li, I was listening attentively to the class when the teacher suddenly said that there was a letter for me in his office and told me to take it away after class.
After class, Ding Ling's strong curiosity drove me to the teacher's office, took the letter and ran back.
After returning to the classroom, my classmates surrounded me and my deskmate. They said anxiously, "Open the letter quickly. We are all anxious to wait. What's inside? " I opened the envelope carefully.
"Wow!" With the cries of the students, two notes fell out of the letter. "Show me!" "No, you have to show me!" The students speak louder than each other. While they were talking, I looked at the cover of the note, which read "Leshan Cup" essay contest in three big letters, and painted a trophy with a sky-blue background. At this time, I slowly opened the note and saw a few lines "Your work" Plum Blossom Introduction Spring "won the fourth prize" and another note that said "Your work" Caozan "won the fourth prize." I couldn't control my inner joy and shouted, "My work won the fourth prize!" " "I don't know which classmate took the two letters and notes, so I read the contents of the letter aloud to the whole class. At this time, my classmates praised me as a little writer, and my heart was full of joy.
After school, I hurried home again, trying to share the good news with my parents. After returning home, I told my parents that my composition had won the prize, and they all praised me and said, "I have made progress and written well." My heart suddenly became sweeter than drinking honey.
(4) First time on stage
Everyone has unforgettable things, so do I.
I remember when I was five years old, my mother thought I was very talented in dancing, so she signed me up for a dance training class at Jincheng Theatre.
When my mother took me for the first time, I burst into tears as soon as I entered the door, for fear that my mother would leave me. At this time, the teacher came over and advised me not to cry. Looking at her amiable appearance, my crying stopped at once. From then on, I gradually adapted to the environment there and never cried again.
One day, the teacher said to us, "We will take part in the dance competition in Lanzhou next month, and we should select 18 students to participate." As soon as the teacher finished speaking, I sighed deeply, because I am the youngest here. However, I am very happy and confident in myself, because I am on the teacher's list.
When the day finally came, the teacher painted us makeup and told us to wait backstage. I was very excited. Because this is my first time on stage, facing so many audiences for the first time. At this time, the music began, and we immediately stepped onto the stage and danced. When we finished dancing, we only heard applause. Finally, the judges announced the results, and we won the second place. At this time, my heart churned like a wave.
(5) eating "crossing the bridge rice noodles" for the first time.
There are snacks everywhere in Shanghai. My mother and I couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and decided to try it.
I came to the Le Francis Blackwell Forbes Plaza Food Center in the city center. I saw it was crowded and there were so many people eating! There are not only many people here, but also many meals, many of which my mother and I have never heard of. "alas!" I sighed: "Granny Liu really entered the Grand View Garden!"
At this moment, a waiter came over and asked us to name the dishes. My mother ordered a few at random. In a few minutes, the waiter brought a bowl of thick soup, two bowls of strips and sixteen dishes, which were neatly placed on our table. I only saw the raw and cooked ones in sixteen small disks. How can I eat them?
We are in trouble with a series of things. Just when they were at their wits' end, I found that another person had ordered the same dish. I saw him put all the dishes in the small dish into the hot thick soup, and we did the same thing and put all the side dishes in. He put the "sliver" in the bowl into the soup, and we also put the "sliver" into the soup. He stirred the contents of the bowl with chopsticks, and we began to stir. After painting a ladle, I smelled an appetizing fragrance slowly floating out. I put some silver in my mouth and tasted it. Oh, it is delicious. The first bite made me addicted. I picked up the food inside and wolfed it down.
Before long, a big bowl of delicious food was eaten up by my mother and me. I patted my bulging belly and said, oh, what a hit! Finally, I consulted the waiter and realized that this delicious name is "crossing the bridge rice noodles", which is a famous food in Yunnan.
(6)
The first composition published in the newspaper
Sending a language newspaper is what I look forward to most. I have contributed to Chinese newspapers, and I have been looking forward to the publication of my articles in Chinese newspapers! The Chinese newspaper was published this afternoon, so I can go and get it. The main channel of the newspaper has an eye-catching subtitle "How good is self-reliance"? Isn't this the title of the article I contributed? My heart lifted and I was very excited. I doubt that the published article is really my article. I was afraid I wouldn't be happy for a while, so I looked at the author again. Yes, this is my name. I'm 80% sure. I'd better be careful There are many people with the same name and surname as me. Last time there was a report about Liu Chang, I was ecstatic, but when I looked at the content, I almost fainted. I have many such empty and happy experiences.
"Ah ah! ! ! "I screamed three times and jumped three feet. "My composition is in the newspaper!" "Excitement and excitement occupied my heart. Students also came around and asked me if it was true or not. " You don't believe it? "I am obviously a little angry, but I still can't restrain my joy. I feel happier than ever. My classmates praised me, praised me ... I was a little carried away. But I woke up soon, and I thought: no pains, no gains. I successfully submitted my manuscript because it took me a certain amount of time and energy. Of course, the composition in our class is well written and there are so many talents! But why didn't they contribute? This reminds me that we need to pay attention to the things around us in life. I have read the contents of almost every issue of Chinese newspapers carefully, so I have read all those articles such as soliciting contributions and enlightenment carefully. I seized the opportunity and succeeded. To put it another way, if all my classmates contribute, the joy of success will not be shared by me alone, so I have nothing to be proud of. By the time I saw my article reported, it was already in the past, and the glory and pride of the past were meaningless to me. Everything starts from scratch, stands at a new starting point and makes persistent efforts.
The first time I published my composition in the newspaper, I understood that there is a natural reward for paying, and only if I dare to fight will I win. Finally, I tasted the sweetness of submission, which not only made me more confident, but also improved my writing enthusiasm. What a kill two birds with one stone!
(7)
Riding a bike for the first time
Everyone has many firsts in his life, including the first time to fly, the first time to do magic, the first time ... but the most unforgettable first time is the first time to ride a bike.
I remember at that time, I envied my uncles and aunts who rode bicycles back and forth in the street. I dream that I can have a bicycle of my own, and I also have superb manufacturing technology.
When I was in grade one, my mother bought me a new bike, and I couldn't put it down. The first thing I do after school every afternoon is to learn cycling with my mother's help.
At first, my mother helped me behind the car. I rode on the beam, pedaled hard and grabbed the handlebar with both hands. I'm slow and fast, and I can't catch my balance. I'm always afraid of falling, and I'm sweating with nervousness. Slowly, I became less nervous and gained some skills. I can turn around, but I still dare not let my mother give up. With my mother's encouragement, I dared to sit in the car seat and try to step on it slowly. Ha, it turns out that riding a bike is not that difficult! I turned around and just wanted to tell my mother how I felt. I didn't expect my mother to be in the back of the car. She stood not far away and looked at me and smiled! It doesn't matter at first glance. I panicked. What can I do without my mother's help? After that, as soon as my hands are loose and my legs are soft and confused, I will "throw the car over", my clothes will be torn, my hands and legs will be scratched, the blood on my hands will slowly seep out, tears will drip down, and my heart will be full of resentment against my mother. How can I be so irresponsible? You should let me know when you give up! At this time, my mother ran to me as quickly as possible, holding my bleeding hand and watching me walk to the hospital, while explaining to me: "Bing Bing, my mother didn't mean to. When you were young, my mother did the same thing, secretly giving up and giving you the opportunity to learn to walk independently. Although you fell down many times, you learned to walk in front of other children of the same age. I will always help you walk, and you will never dare to let go. So is riding a bike. I want to help you ride all the time, and you will never dare to let go of me. You actually rode very well just now, but suddenly you saw that there was no support and you panicked. Son, you fell from there and got up from there. When the injury is healed, let's continue to learn, shall we? " After listening to my mother's serious explanation, I wiped my tears and nodded heavily. In the days to come, I will try to ride alone as soon as I have time, and I will be able to circle in the yard in a few days. Now I can take people to school by bike. I am a good driver!
I learned to ride a bike, and at the same time, I learned a lot: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as I am willing to climb, many things will grind. Confidence is the best friend of success. My mother taught me to walk, ride a bike and be a man.