Composition in the second language of junior high school Tasting, composition in the second language

I remember that at a sports meeting held by our school, I won the second place in the whole school in a fishing competition, and I tasted the joy of success in the praise.

To achieve such a good ranking, it has to start from last year's winter vacation, one day, I asked my mother to buy me many small goldfish and raise them in a large basin of water. One day later, I was feeding and watching the fish by the basin. Suddenly on a whim, I want to tease the fish to play.

So, I made my own two hooks to hammer fish. When my father found out, he was also interested, and said to me, "Come, let's have a "fishing competition"!

I listened and thought, yes! I used to fish for fake fish, but I've never caught real fish, let alone a fishing competition. So, I readily agreed.

However, Dad put forward a condition, that is, to make a fish hook on the spot and hang it within 10 minutes. I guess what's so hard about this, isn't it just a matter of catching a few fish? Mere trifle.

In the beginning, I was very proud that I had won the hook because I had dexterous hands and quickly made the hook. Then I picked up the hook, used dried shrimp as bait, and then put the hook in the water and started fishing. The fish found a small shrimp, a fish began to tentatively eat small shrimp, it looked at it for a long time, did not find anything abnormal, it was ready to eat, when I was about to fish, suddenly remembered that the hook is too sharp, will puncture the fish cavity, want to modify it, but verbally look, Dad has caught one.

I thought, I don't care about it so much, so let's catch it quickly! So, I tried my best to catch one, and soon I caught one, and two, and I quickly moved the bait, and sure enough, one of the horses swam over. As soon as it took the bait, I slammed it and it worked.

The other one also smelled the fragrance and swam with it, and the end was the same, and I caught it.

I looked at my dad, he only caught two, and I raised my little fist and shouted "I won!" "Dad praised me for my ingenuity, and I jumped three feet high with joy.

Through the competition with my father, I tasted the joy of success. Later, I made a lot of "paper fish and fishing rods" in my spare time, and practiced fishing whenever I had time, and my skills became more and more advanced. The opportunity came, and in the fishing competition held by the school, I showed my skills and won honor for myself and the class.

It's really hard work.

I did it! In the praise of teachers, parents and classmates, I once again tasted the joy ...... success

The power is compliance with regulations.

The taste of growth.

Time tells the history of growth, and the passing years interpret the meaning of growth, increasing the fun of growth every minute and second.

Inscription (good beginning, but try to use some rhetorical devices).

On this day, I had a good meal as usual, and when I hurriedly ran out to watch TV, I was stopped by my mother: "Chengcheng, have you forgotten what it is?" "Oh!

Wash the dishes! I had to go into the kitchen and start my "summer job plan". (Don't miss punctuation).

Thoughts sink into yesterday.

Chengcheng, you're not too young, you should do something for your family! "Alas, mom is nagging again. I don't know when I was already older in school, and I read "you won't be a child any more."

I was indeed a little reluctant in my heart.

yes, something has to be done. Thinking in his heart, he said to his mother, "Then from today onwards, I will start washing the dishes." ”

As soon as I entered the kitchen, the heat rushed to my face. I don't usually take my grandmother seriously when she washes the dishes, but now that I am suddenly asked to do it, I really don't know what to do. I had no choice but to let my mother be the foreman and I became a trainee.

Turn on the faucet, squeeze on the dish soap, grab a rag and wipe it on the bowl – the grease and leaves that had been in the bowl are gone. As soon as I said it, I rolled up my sleeves and picked up a bowl

The water slid over my skin and fell into the bowl; Mixed with dish soap, crystal clear bubbles emerge; With a gentle rub of the cloth, the bubbles fell into the sink like a slide, I gently lifted it with my hand, held it to my mouth and slowly blew the bubbles... There was a crackling sound, which pulled me back into the real world. But I don't get annoyed, because I seem to feel that my childhood is coming back to my heart...

Looking at the pots and pans in front of me, it seems that they are no longer boring; Washing dishes is also a matter of pleasure. I picked up another bowl and washed it...

Now, after a month of washing dishes, I'm an authentic veteran. Quickly bring a bowl and wash it skillfully, and the usual tableware will be finished in no time.

Flowers bloom, cicadas chirp, leaves fall, frost falls. The moonlight falls on the head of the bed and looks up at the starry sky. In the past month, I have not only learned to wash dishes, but more preciously, the taste of growth is full and precious.