It was the first time I sat in a first grade classroom to study.
"Jingle bells", when the school bell rang in my ears for the first time, I was overwhelmed with excitement and joy. None of us knew the teacher, so the teacher asked each of us to say something about ourselves.
Watching the other students participate enthusiastically made my heart itch a little. I just wanted to walk up to the teacher, but my timid nature has always kept me back, I plopped down in my seat and looked at the happy smiling faces of one classmate after another, and couldn't help but feel secretly sad. Suddenly, the teacher seemed to notice me, and she saw right through me. She walked to my front and squatted down, then stroked my head and said kindly: "Little sister, what's your name." I was nervous and anxious, twisting the corner of my coat while biting my lip. I hesitated for a long time. Finally, I stood up and said word by word, "Teacher, I ------ me." I stammered out. The teacher laughed.
That time, I overcame myself, overcame timidity! For now I laid down a good yesterday, the weather station forecast that today there is a corner of strong cold air came to our city, the temperature dropped significantly. Should be for the night I go out with my mom, so I do not know. This afternoon the 2nd class the sky began to darken up, cold wind, the teacher hurried to close the window tight, but the students still feel cold. Especially me, cold shivering all over the body, nose water flow, and from time to time also sneezing.
By the third class, the weather was even colder, and I couldn't stand it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. At this time, with my table Xiaohong found, hastily took off his coat, gently draped over me. At this time, my whole body was hot, and a warm current spread all over my body. I stopped shivering, sniffling and sneezing. A while later, I glanced at Xiaohong and found that her lips were purple from the cold, and her fingers were not flexible, so she could not even hold a pen well. She rubbed her hands together from time to time. She also exhaled close to her mouth. Seeing this scene, I wanted to return the coat to her, but she insisted on not letting me, saying 'Ying Ying, you have a poor physique and can't stand the cold. I have a strong constitution, I can withstand it.' Finally we got to the end of class, and we went home side by side. Later, I heard that Xiaohong had a cold that night, and it was only after she got a shot and ate the medicine that she got better.
For when I think of that incident, a warm current stirred in me.
It was a failed attempt to remember when I was a child, I stayed in the countryside at my grandmother's house, often saw the adults with an axe to cut wood, felt very interesting, thought: "Cutting wood is so easy, who wouldn't ah, I'm going to try it!" One afternoon, my family went out to play, and my mother and grandmother went to the river to wash clothes, leaving me at home as a "little brat". I was left with only one "little brat" at home, and the opportunity was too good to pass up! So I found an axe and wood, like adults, sitting on the bench to cut wood. I saw my hand firmly holding the wood, afraid that the wood will fall down, but just ready to cut when the hand can not help but shake up: in case of cut hand how to do? I'm not afraid of the worst, but I'm afraid of the worst! Forget it, just don't hold it up! But I tried twice, both times did not succeed, because the hand is loose, the wood will fall down. I moved to hold the idea of wood, thinking: what's the big deal, adults cutting wood are not also holding it, did not see anything happen, change how I can not do it! My thoughts boldly took a big step forward. Said to cut, who knows a knife down, but did not succeed, almost cut off my fingers. Since childhood, I saw the timid bloody fingers, "wow" cried, at this time, my cousin Yachi heard the cries, rushed over, see this scene, rushed to the river to shout to the mother and grandmother. Luckily, my mom sent me to the village medical clinic in time to save my finger. Alas, it was a real scare! In retrospect, that was a failed attempt, and I will never forget that lesson. Through this incident, so that I know: do anything to think twice before acting, do not try to do some dangerous things!
That was a dangerous attempt on October 1, I experienced a dangerous attempt, so that I remember, because this attempt makes me know that as long as you are brave, everything will be successful.
That day, our family of a dozen people, went to climb the mountain for fun. Because there is a temple halfway up the mountain. I said it was better to walk up, but they preferred to take the car up. Eleven votes in favor and one vote against, but then I was glad I didn't have to climb the mountain. My uncle drove the car up. We sat in the car, the car circle after circle along the mountain road. Halfway up the mountain, it was a real "don't know until you see it, but you'll be surprised when you see it". "I got out of the car
, only to see the mountain around the clouds, the mountain does not see a person. Cousin also "wow, so deep ah! Wow, so dangerous ah! "has been screaming, making me even more afraid. I kept complaining to them that they wanted to take the bus up and try it. My aunt seemed to sense something and said to my uncle, "What are you going to do when the car turns the corner later? "At that point, my uncle was shocked for a moment as well. Grandpa said a famous saying to motivate us: the car will turn around. Uncle had to keep driving forward, and finally reached a place where the car could turn. We were secretly happy. After going to the monastery, we should also go back.
When the car went down the mountain, it was even more thrilling. The car would go down on its own, even without turning on the engine, it would automatically go down the hill. My uncle had to turn the steering wheel hard and aim in the right direction.
When the car drove onto the flat road, everyone talked about their feelings. Grandpa said: "If the car automatically slid down the hill just now, I would have to open the door and jump down. "Uncle said:" I hold the steering wheel in my hands is not equal to a dozen lives are in my hands? "
Hey, what a scary attempt!
That was a successful attempt at composition
That time I tasted success
In a person's life, there are successes and failures. Perhaps failure accounts for ninety-nine percent, while success accounts for only one percent, so it is said that success is rare and precious, and the taste of success is also unusual. I have also succeeded and have tasted the taste of success.
One time when I was a child, I went to learn how to swim, thinking it would be easy, but I didn't know it would be easy to learn. Grandpa first jumped into the pool, I stood on the top dare not go into the water. Grandpa encouraged me to say: don't be afraid, you get in the water to try, not in the water is not learn to swim. I was encouraged by my grandfather to go into the water, but the water was just below my chest and I felt the pressure of the water. It squeezed my stomach, gasping for air with a lot of force, I do not know what to do with the nose, inhalation effort, only to open the mouth to breathe, it seems to swallow something, it is very difficult. Later, I learned to walk in the water, I want to learn to swim is not a big deal, as long as the big mouth inhalation, the body will easily float up, and then planing a few times, with the foot paddling the water, will be "sailing forward. However, my legs seem to be injected with lead, and it is very hard for me to lift them up. First of all, you have to learn to hold your breath in the water, the whole head is in the water, and if you are not careful, you will eat a mouthful of water, me? I can hold my breath for about twenty seconds, I think I have to continue to work hard, to thirty seconds. Then began to learn the basics of swimming, my hands like a boat pulp from the center to all around the paddle, feet up and down dance back and forth, but also to hold their breath, just fluttered two or three times, self-consciousness is not bad, a little proud of it, when I felt the body in the slowly sinking. So, my heart panicked, hands and feet all messed up, and then took a sip of water, the taste is really bad later, grandpa to help me, pull me ashore, and said to me: "your problem is the result of breath, paddling and stirrups are not coordinated, as long as you insist on it will be able to succeed." I was no longer discouraged, and firmly believed that "an iron bar can be sharpened into a needle", I was determined to get into the water again, and I must learn how to swim. I took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and then paddled a little bit according to what my grandfather taught me. Sure enough, what Grandpa taught me worked, and I kept swimming. At that moment, I tasted the flavor of success.
Later, when my grandparents saw that I could swim, they praised me, and I began to be complacent, and then my grandfather wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and hurriedly taught me the backstroke, so that I would know another way to swim. Of course, I learned the backstroke. I was happy all the way home because I had tasted success.