The process of learning skills essays

Everyone has a lot of strengths, and I'm no exception. There are fine arts, electronic organs, and so on. And the thing I'm most proud of is the composition.

I remember when I was in the first and second grades, I didn't write very well, just average. Once, one of the essays I wrote was described by my father as a "running account". I don't even know anything about figurative sentences.

How did an essay like this become my specialty? Let's read on. In the third grade, the word "assignment" appeared in the language book.

I thought the assignment would be very difficult, but my first assignment was praised by the teacher. I became more and more energetic in my writing, and the next few assignments were very well written. I began to consider my assignments as my "specialty".

But there is still a small drum in the heart - can you become a "specialty" like this? In the second semester of my third year, I enrolled in a reading and writing interest class. Composition is slowly becoming my specialty here.

I write things vividly and interestingly, the scenery beautiful and charming, and the fairy tales fantastic and mysterious. The teacher saw that I wrote so well and encouraged me to submit the manuscript. Mom and Dad noticed my progress in writing and decided to let more people see what I wrote.

So, I set up a "nest" in the network, which is the blog. The first blog post I posted was well received by netizens, who praised it one after another. It gave me more confidence in writing.

After writing for a while, the blog has become an inseparable companion for me. My essays have become more sophisticated, and my blog's popularity has soared. In just a few months, I went from more than 50 people visiting at the "0" level to 3,000 or 4,000 people at the "9" level.

There are also a lot of comments on the article, some praise for me, some encouragement for me, and some suggestions for my article. , every netizen who commented on the ** chapter is my "composition teacher", and they make my composition level "sesame blossoming and rising". Nowadays, I don't just write essays to complete the character of the teacher, but try to make every essay a good essay worth remembering.

Composition is a part of my life.

Ducklings can swim, frogs can catch insects, birds can fly, ah! My "little leaf" also has to learn a skill, just learn to ride a bicycle! I thought silently in my heart.

Back in kindergarten, I "know" how to ride a bicycle – the kind of bicycle with four wheels. However, I am now a first-grade child, and the red scarf on my chest often tells me: "Xiao Yezi, you are an advanced Young Pioneer!"

I'm going to learn how to ride a bicycle with only two wheels, so I'm a real first-grader. After dinner, I pushed my bike onto the pitch.

My mother removed the two small wheels of the bicycle, and I was nervous and excited to see my mother busy removing the wheels! I staggered and tried to push the cart to the pitch, and the cart with two wheels removed did not obey, I tried to balance it, and by the time I arrived at the pitch I was sweating profusely. "Little car, why are you disobedient?

I slapped the tail of its car and said aggrievedly. But I don't want to give up! Because I'm not a kindergarten kid anymore!

Learn to get on the car, learn to balance, learn to make a U-turn, learn to park ......I finally learned to ride a bike! I smiled happily, my mom smiled, and the stars smiled......

When I went to bed at night, I whispered to the little yo-yo in the book: "Little yo-yo, the duckling can swim, the frog can catch insects, the bird can fly, and my "little leaf" can ride a bicycle!" I'm ready to sneak with you on my bike to all kinds of magical and quirky places to ......”

Squeak, squeak, "What is this sound, it turns out that I am riding a bicycle."

Why should I learn to ride a bike? Because on the way out of school, a person rode a blue bicycle "flying" past me, and I looked, ah, it turns out that the bicycle is so handsome, well......I'm going to learn too!

On this day, I took my "BMW" to a park and prepared to practice. The first time, I asked my dad to help me ride, and I rode it smoothly, and I was very proud, because it wasn't very difficult to ride a bicycle. However, the second time, I forced my dad to let go and let me ride by myself, and before 10 seconds were up, I fell on all fours, thinking:

What's going on, didn't you ride well last time, why did you fall so badly all of a sudden. The third time, I asked my father to hold me tightly and push me away, but the cunning father suddenly let go, and I didn't notice it at all, I rode around the park and said, "Dad, don't help me next time, let me ride alone!"

However, my father didn't give me any response, and I turned my head strangely to see that my father was not pushing me at all, but I was riding myself. I did it!

It turns out that as long as you have a persistent heart, you will be able to succeed.