Write an essay on the topic I Tasted

You can write about it from many angles, just taste, or a feeling, such as feeling something because of what experience, that is, tasting = feeling, comprehending, and experiencing to understand it.

I tasted the joy of success when I was young, full of childishness, innocence, liveliness, and cuteness. Many stories have happened to this cute little angel for friends to pass on as "a tale through the ages". There is one incident that I still remember vividly.

One scorching afternoon, eight-year-old me was walking around the house, muttering to myself from time to time, what were I looking for? Two days ago, there was a "house thief" in the house, and the book on the table was gnawed by a four-inch-long little gray squirrel with a rat's head and rat brains and thief's eyebrows and rat eyes, as if it were unearthed cultural relics. I was determined to eradicate the pests for the people, no matter how tempting the air conditioning in the bedroom was, I always insisted on "working" in the living room and dining room where rats were frequented.

The most nervous moment came, I lay in the dark according to the TV stage, watching him out of a main hole to find food, I rushed out while it was not paying attention, he was frightened by me, and immediately panicked, panicked rats from the escape line wanted to rush into the second hole, but unfortunately there were rat traps all around, facing the front of the interception, the rear of the pursuers, he was timid. The last impulse killed it. "Smack" - it rushed to the rat trap.

I succeeded, and this human-rat war ended in defeat for the rats. We won, and in order to celebrate this victory, my parents canonized me as the "General of the Town" with a bonus of 5 yuan. I tasted the joy of success.

I tasted success.

When I was eight years old, my dad bought me a brand new bicycle, and I couldn't put it down, but I immediately wondered: I can't ride, what should I do? Dad saw through my thoughts, comforted me vigorously, and said, "Learn slowly, where there is a will, there is a way." ”

It was a great day! The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I thought to myself: hehe, the weather is nice today, it seems to be a good day to learn to ride a bike! So, I took my beloved bike to the yard.

I'm starting to learn how to ride a bike! Dad put his hand on the back of the car and let me ride. "Ahh Come on! "My mom was there to encourage me. After listening to my mother's words, I nodded. Before riding, I thought to myself: come on! Keep your balance!

First test ride, ——, oops! It hurts, and as soon as my dad lets go of the first test ride, I can't keep my balance to the left! At the time, I had some fear in my heart, but more of faith! Failure is the mother of success, work hard, believe that you will succeed!

On the second test ride, I kept my eyes straight ahead and insisted on keeping my body balanced and not losing control! Rush——, although I still fell this time, my balance is a little better, and I can maintain my balance for two minutes! Afterwards, I went back to the house and decided to drink saliva and urgently need to learn, listen to the methods that my dad taught me, and work hard!

The third test ride is about to begin! I was so confident that I made a bet with myself that I thought I would succeed this time. Twenty minutes later, the results came in, I learned how to ride a bike, and really, I was so excited!

From the first time I learned to ride a bike, I learned a truth: failure is the mother of success, and if you work hard towards your goal, you will definitely succeed.

A taste of success.

Everyone's heart will have different tastes at different times of the year - sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, all of them, but they will always bring me endless aftertaste ......My first taste of success was when I passed the 3-star exam in Spoken English for Kids.

I remember the morning when I went to take the exam, the drizzle came unexpectedly, falling quietly and silently, like the silver filaments spit out by countless silkworm babies, and it was also like cheering for my exam. My mom and I arrived in the waiting hall in the drizzle. However, at this time, my mood began to get nervous, and no matter how much I comforted myself in my heart, I couldn't calm down, because I took the one-star exam a year ago and didn't pass, so will I fail again after a year of English proficiency?

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, like a little rabbit in my hand, pounding and jumping, and my palms were full of sweat when I half-clenched my fists. At this time, I wished that my mother could be by my side, but now I can only face it alone. Forget it, just give up, I'm sure there's no way to get through, I thought to myself.

No, how can I give up so easily? The teacher didn't always tell me to try everything, even if I failed, I had to be brave enough to take the first step, how could I give up at this time? And this summer I have been practicing every minute and every second, and my English level has improved a lot, yes, I have to have confidence in myself.

Thinking of this, my heart slowly calmed down.

After a while, I heard the invigilator call my name, and I confidently walked into the exam room. The first level is to read aloud a short passage, in the reading of a few words I don't know, I read it softly according to the usual tricks, and the content that I am sure of is read aloud vividly, after a while, I finished reading, I saw the teacher stamped the card with a five-pointed star, I was relieved. After passing this level, I feel more confident.

The next few levels are getting smoother and smoother, and my admission ticket has also knocked one five-pointed star ...... after anotherWhen the last star hit, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! It's passed.

After politely thanking the invigilator, I ran out of the exam room.

When I saw my mother waiting anxiously outside the glass door, I made a "V" gesture, and my mother understood at a glance and gave me a thumbs up.

On the way home, the rain was still drifting, with dampness and heat, brushing on my face like my mother's warm hands, which reminded me of the experience just now, and I couldn't help but thank the bravery and self-confidence at that time, which allowed me to succeed. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lick the raindrops on the side of my mouth with my tongue, "It's so sweet." "That's what success looks like.

I love it because it's sweet, because it's so full of surprises, because it's like an olive, and I savor the ...... of success

I tasted joy.

Once, the teacher left us a special assignment - let us use waste items to make a work with scientific and technological content.

I thought about it and decided to "build a ship". When I got home, I found waste styrofoam for the hull, old toothpicks instead of steel nails, blue pen drawings on the windows, and small red flags made of gold rotten Arowana oil labels. Everything is in line with the principle of waste utilization. A catamaran passenger ship was finally made.

I happily lowered the boat into the pool, but to my displeasure it floated on the surface of the water but did not move. How can I make it go? I pondered for a while.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. One day not long ago, I was using a few soap discs, and while the boat was playing in the tub, I suddenly noticed that one soap dispers was moving, and the others were floating there. Intrigued, I picked it up and saw a small bar of soap stuck underneath it.

I thought to myself: Could it be this little piece of soap that works? yes, why not give it a try?

I cut off a piece of soap with a knife and stuck it to the bottom of the boat, but I didn't see the boat move. Hey? Why doesn't it work.

Oh, maybe it's stuck in the wrong place? I readjusted a few times, but it still didn't move, and at this point, I was a little disheartened. I thought forget it.

Just as I was about to give up, "I had to think about it for months, and ninety-nine times I was wrong, but the hundredth time I was right." This famous quote of Albert Einstein rang in my ears for a long time. Yes!

How can you do things halfway? I pulled myself together again, tried and tested, and finally I dug a groove under the waterline at the stern and glued a small piece of soap to it. When the boat is flooded again, wow!

I saw it slowly drive straight ahead.

Looking at the boat, I muttered to myself, "Why does the soap make the boat move?" Heard by the father on the side, he patiently explained: "It's because the surface tension of the soap is greater than that of water." It dawned on me.

I tasted happiness.

Happiness has its footprints everywhere in ordinary life, just like a small pebble thrown into a pool of water, the water waves stir up layers of ripples, then, happiness also begins from there.

When you dream that Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu are standing in the water and their clothes are floating by, then they are the happiest people at this time.

However, I have also tasted happiness at one time.

Happiness is in the hands of my mother. On a cold winter morning, when the cold wind was howling outside, my mother got up in her clothes and put a glass of fresh milk into the oven. After a while, the milk became hot and fragrant.

My mother didn't care that she was cold and hungry, and with her warm hand she carefully handed a glass of fragrant milk to my hand. I gulped it down, and a smile appeared on my mother's face. And that abundance of happiness touched my heart from my tongue and gave me a taste of happiness.

Happiness is on Dad's brow. Warm spring, easy to get sick, Dad handed me a bag of ordinary banlan root medicine, I softly begged Dad to help me flush it, Dad carefully brewed a cup, I slowly drank a small sip, ah, it's so bitter. "Dad, it's so bitter, I don't want to drink it".

And Dad frowned solemnly, "Spring is the easiest to get sick, drink it quickly, good medicine is bitter and good for disease, and loyalty is good for deeds, drink it quickly." That frown, a moment of time, but full of silent fatherly love. At the moment, the potion seems to be sweetened, as sweet as juice.

I think that's what happiness tastes like.

Happiness is on Grandpa's face. On a hot summer day, I could only stay in the air-conditioned room all day, both bored and irritable, and my grandfather was very distressed when he saw it, so he braved the blazing sun alone to buy me a few storybooks in the bookstore. When he got home, sweat had soaked through his clothes, his face was flushed with sunburn, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

Gently handing me the book, I was thrilled and never alone again. Grandpa also had a big smile on his face, and that smile seemed to be happier than when he got a new book.

Happiness is in grandma's neck. In autumn, the weather is particularly humid. Grandma's rheumatism spine pain has been committed again, and as long as she moves every day, it hurts terribly.

When I came home from school, I was so hungry that I grabbed a cold bun and stuffed it into my mouth. "If you want to eat, you have to heat it up before eating, go, I'll give you the heat." But grandma your illness".

Before I could finish speaking, my grandmother had already turned on the gas stove. As I waited nearby, I could clearly see the pained expression on my grandmother's face. The bun was hot, and although I kept biting, I couldn't swallow it, and tears had filled my throat.

In fact, happiness is everywhere, and as long as you pay attention to it, you will find that happiness is everywhere. For example, when you overcome problems through your own efforts, you will feel happy; When you get a high score, you are happy; When you are sick, your parents take care of you and you ...... happyWe are surrounded by happiness all the time, when you are healthy, you don't feel happy, but when you are sick, you feel really happy when you are healthy.