Unforgettable Thing 400 words, please! Good give 30 points!

Unforgettable "first".

There are many, many firsts in life that have disappeared with our growth. But there were also unforgettable firsts, and the most memorable one for me was the first time I went skiing.

One day during the winter vacation, when I opened my eyes, the sun had already given its first rays of sunlight to the earth. After a while, my mother called me a **, saying that I was going to ski, and I jumped three feet high excitedly after hearing this, and the sleepiness just now had flown out of the clouds. I hurriedly washed my face, brushed my teeth, ate a few bites of breakfast and rushed to the gate to wait for my mother to pick me up.

When we arrived in Dengfeng, it was already past one o'clock at noon, so we went to eat first, and then went straight to the ski resort. The snow resort is at your fingertips, but there is a traffic jam, which is too tragic! Finally squeezed to the door, it was also crowded inside, my mother went to buy tickets first, my father and I came to the shoe changing place, changed into ski boots, I was ready to rush in.

Since it's my first time skiing, I'm practicing for a while on the pitch below and going up when it's about time to go. At first, I couldn't walk steadily, and the ski poles in my hand were against me. As I practiced, I almost dared to slide down a little higher, and it was smooth at first, but in the middle, my feet began to twist around without knowing what was wrong, and I let out a "ahhh

I've fallen somebody on my back. Alas, because I have skis on my feet, it is very difficult to stand up, so I first stick my ski poles on the ground, spread my feet apart, and stand up with my left foot on the ski, and my right foot rises with it. After the fall, I thought to myself, isn't that just the fall?

What are you afraid of when it hurts? With this thought in mind, I went up to the top again. But the tragedy was repeated.

The second time, the third ......I also learned the experience of falling down with my feet in the middle of the fall and forming a figure of eight, so as to avoid falling. This time I decided to push the limit, go up to the top of the slopes, take a deep breath, and be mentally prepared, three, two, one, down! I slid down quickly, my face was pale, my blood pressure spiked, and I shouted loudly because of the speed

I was wrong" Halfway down, not so fast, I slowed down, thinking about the lessons of the past. I finally slid down in an "S" shape, it was so cool. I was much calmer.

As the book says, "Failure is the mother of success." I made it, haha! But when it was time to ski, I had to reluctantly leave the slopes.

This skiing made me understand that everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you have the courage and perseverance to try, learn from failure, you will definitely succeed, remember, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb.

One thing to remember.

In my young mind, there were many things, some of which have been forgotten, but there is one thing that is still deeply engraved in my heart, and it is one thing that I will never forget.

When I was in kindergarten, when the teacher had a nature class, the teacher said that the seeds should be placed in the soil, but if they need to be watered and fertilized for a long time, they will grow taller. Naively and naively, I thought, "How nice it would be if I put my feet in the soil, water and fertilize them regularly, and grow taller with sun and rain!"

I'm sure it will. ”

The next day, I got up early in the morning, ready to start moving, I called my father to get up, asked him to help me get water, my father asked Yang Yang in confusion, what are you going to do? I said, "You will know with me," and my father followed me to the land with water, and I dug a hole and put my foot in it, and asked my father to water me, and my father said what are you doing here?

I said that the teacher said that the seeds can grow if they are placed in the soil, and they should be watered and fertilized on time, and they can grow with sunshine and rain. I think I can grow taller by burying my feet in the dirt.

Dad said silly child, seeds rely on sunshine and rain and dew, but people grow up by eating, and they need to eat more to grow up! Dad is coming home, and says when you understand, let's go home for dinner!

I waited in disbelief, knowing that it was noon that I realized that my father was right, so I went home with my heavy feet on my feet.

It wasn't until now that I realized that I had learned a lesson in this incident and that I wouldn't be making such mistakes in the future.

In my young mind, there were many things, some of which I have forgotten.

One of my most memorable things

In the depths of my memory, there are many things that I will never forget, and my grandfather taught me to write is one of them.

My grandfather taught me how to write, and he was very patient and methodical. I remember when I was in kindergarten and after school, as long as my grandfather picked me up, he would teach me to write with chalk, and also taught me how to memorize it, for example, the word "yuan", my grandfather would teach me a "two" character and a "child" word, which was very easy to remember, and it was also very convenient, I memorized three words at a time. Every time I played at home or outside, my grandfather would guide me and teach me how to write.

When I was three years old, my mother dictated to me, and I could write more than 200 words.

Now I'm in the third grade, and I get 100 points in every 100-word contest. There is a lot of credit for my grandfather, and my grandfather is really hard.

That's one of the things I've ever remembered.

On the afternoon of last year's Chinese New Year's Eve, the cold wind howled, and people wore thick cotton jackets on the streets and alleys.

My mother and I went to the street to buy some things, and we were walking home, and as we walked, I saw an ordinary cleaner, who was not wearing a thick cotton jacket or warm gloves, but only wearing thin overalls, her hands were red from the cold, and her face was frostbitten, but she was very energetic, and she was concentrating on sweeping the street.

At this time, one.

A five- or six-year-old child, who was peeling a sweet and large orange, saw a nearby cleaner and threw a handful of orange peels on the ground, which had just been swept over. The cleaner was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and had to sweep the orange peel clean again with his frozen hands. I also saw a sad, helpless look in the corner of the cleaner's eyes.

Dear partners, have you ever thought that these cleaners gave up the opportunity to reunite with their families and get warmth for the sake of the city's cleanliness and a clean living environment, but they braved the cold wind and served everyone regardless of the cold, and we were selfish, throwing peels or waste paper everywhere, and we couldn't understand their mood at that time, and coldly put the cleaners aside, you think that the cleaners are not just sweeping things, which is wrong, the cleaners are sweeping away bad moods and diseases. Without cleaners, the world would be a world of garbage, and it would feel disorganized.

From this small thing, I know how to protect the environment and cherish the fruits of other people's labor. It was a small thing, but it will last a long time.

Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memories, there are countless shells, some splendid, reminding people of childhood anecdotes. I was on the shore of that memory, looking for the most beautiful seashells, and I picked them up!

It was my birthday when I was 7 years old, and I invited many, many good friends to my party. I like my birthday the most, but that time happened something that I can't forget That day was my happiest day, my mother booked a room in the hotel, I was there early waiting for my good friend I invited I waited for a long time to finally wait for my first friend, just to see him holding a gift while greeting me while handing me the gift in his hand, of course I want to say thank you. So we waited there for other good friends, and when there was half of them, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I kept asking my mother:

Let's get started, I'm hungry" My mother said to me: "No, your friends haven't arrived yet, don't you want to share a delicious cake with them?" "I said of course.

The next kind and warm words came to my ears, wishing you a happy birthday.

I started cutting the cake, and my mother put in the candle, and then it seemed that someone had turned off the light, and then I heard a burst of happy birthday wishes echoing in my ears, and I whispered my birthday wishes to the cake. Then it was to blow out the candles, and the friends were immersed in the dream of a happy birthday song, when suddenly a voice came from the king's demeanor, returning triumphantly. Blessings should be taken early, you and I let Xiao Yao live a lot of troubles, and the sun and the moon fall in turns.

Happiness is in the sky, and music sends paper harriers. It turned out that my good friend had prepared a poem in advance. (My name is Wang Kai, you can also make up a poem by yourself, in addition, don't get me wrong, classmates, I am your class president.) )

When I grew up, I will never forget that day and that scene echoing in my mind from time to time, forever.

An unforgettable attempt.

Childhood is like a dream, it is joyful, it is beautiful. In my childhood, I experienced ups and downs. Every time you succeed, there are attempts, and if you don't try, how can you gain something?

Remember it was a successful attempt. As a teenager, I already know how to do a little bit of adult stuff, help mom and dad with groceries, sweep the floor, mop the floor, ......I didn't make a single mistake, like a little master. But these successes are indispensable to that attempt.

Don't laugh when you say it. When I was a child, I was as timid as a mouse, and I had to be with my parents in everything. It wasn't until I was 6 years old that I tried to buy groceries, cook, sweep and mop the floor!

Once, Mom and Dad went to work. Suddenly, he said that he couldn't go home because of something, so he asked me to cook for myself. But I can't cook too difficult dishes, so I thought, just scramble an egg!

But as soon as you open the refrigerator, the big thing is not good, the eggs are gone, so go buy it! How much does it cost? I hurriedly grabbed a handful of money and jumped out of the house.

I bounced to the market, and to be honest, I was a little nervous, and my heart was beating like a ping-pong ball falling from the 999th floor. I thought again: the first time you buy something alone, of course you have to be brave.

Fruit sellers, fish sellers, meat sellers ......It's dazzling. I finally found a place to sell eggs. I mustered up the courage and said in a slurching voice

Ah ......Auntie, buy a ......A pound ......Egg. As he spoke, he took out a handful of money and handed it to his aunt. When the aunt saw it, she weighed a pound of eggs and ...... with an approving look

On the way back, I felt very brisk on my feet. Yes! The first time I bought something, I got a taste of home, ah! I did it!

Help the grandmother cross the road and clean up the community.

There aren't many words, you can make it up yourself, use some current buzzwords, use some idioms, and it's OK.

Title One Unforgettable Thing.

400 words are omitted here.

In the blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, happiness, and vitality......But there is one thing that I remember vividly.

On the afternoon of the week, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people because I still had to buy pens. In desperation, we came to a small vegetable stall on the side of the road to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man, and at first glance he knows that he is an authentic old farmer who has suffered a lot of weather.

Mom went up to ask for the price and began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller was calculating, and he refused to lower the half-dime. I was impatiently urging my mother next to me, and my mother was also anxious, so she hurriedly weighed the food and paid for it, and left in a hurry.

Who knew that halfway through, my mother found that the key was missing, what should I do? There will be more guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother had a disappointed expression on her face.

You must have forgotten it in that stall, and if you lose something, who will return it to you, let alone the old man who cares about it. You think you're unlucky! ”

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try our luck, so we ran in the direction of the market again.

It was late afternoon when I got there, and there weren't many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw that the old man was still there, his eyes looking around, as if waiting for someone. My mom and I walked up, and the old man recognized us, and he handed the key to her with his calloused hand, and she nodded to him knowingly, and all three of us smiled happily.

Looking at the simple old man in front of me, what else can I say? A sense of guilt arises. I wish the old man a safe life!

Whenever I open a photo album, there is one photo that stands out to me the most. In the photo, there is a little girl standing next to a cute little snowman and smiling so happily. That little girl is me.

The mountain is like the home of the Snow Queen in a fairy tale, covered in silver makeup, white and immaculate attracted me, look around, wow, everywhere is a white expanse, it is really like entering a snowflake dream. I said, "There's so much snow, why don't we have a snowman race?"

I was placed on the blue team, my mom was on the yellow team, my dad was on the blue team, and we started piling up. We first grabbed a handful of fluffy white snow, pinched it into a slightly round ball, and then placed the snowball on the ground and started rolling. My mom and I rolled and rolled together, only to see the snowball get bigger and bigger.

We rolled and pinched the fluffy areas firmly. Finally, a round and big snowball is OK. Now I'm going to make the head of the little snowman, and the head of the little snowman is ready, so I put the head of the little snowman on the body of the little snowman.

I also took off my hat and scarf and brought them to the little snowman. Just right. It's done, look at it, that cute little snowman seems to be smiling at me!

I looked at the other two pairs of snowmen, and they also have their own characteristics. Dad said, "I didn't expect my daughter to build such a good snowman!"

Hearing this, I happily sang and danced around the snowman, and the song floated in the air on the mountain.

Seeing this **, I seemed to see the scene at that time, and appreciated the happiness at that time, and I couldn't help but laugh!