The first attempt to write a composition (selected 15)

In study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Still at a loss for composition? The following is the first attempt to write a composition, compiled by Bian Xiao, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The first attempt at composition 1

This afternoon, my mother and I visited the Science and Technology Museum. I set off excitedly. Although I have been there several times, I can't wait to go in and see those magical and interesting scientific phenomena as soon as I get to the door.

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We first came to the first floor, where there were games and knowledge. Here I know that if a tree is cut off, there are several circles on the stump, and the tree has been there for several years, which is the annual ring of the tree; I also met many small animals, touched the computer and played many games, which exercised my reaction speed. I also experienced a voice-activated fountain. As long as I shout at that button, the fish's mouth will spit out different levels of water according to the sound. You can also experience fire fighting here, which makes me understand that when you put out the fire, you should water it from the root of the flame, so as to put out the fire. This is so interesting.

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My mother took me to the second and third floors, where there were some profound sciences that I didn't quite understand. Electromagnetism, mechanics, acoustics, mathematics, chemistry, science and technology, life is too much. My mother told me that this knowledge will be learned slowly in the future study, so it doesn't matter if I don't understand it now. I decided to observe carefully, think seriously, try boldly, study hard, and constantly discover and understand those magical and interesting scientific phenomena.

It's good to enter the world of science. I said, "Science is really developed now, it's really interesting!"

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The first attempt to write a composition 2

Facing the rising sun, time passed like running water, and we ushered in the first Youth Day that belongs to you and me. In the intense preparation, we are meeting challenges again and again, trying the possibilities we never thought of, which will become our beautiful memories.

The students in charge of dance are full of youthful vitality in their dance. In rehearsals again and again, they check for leaks and fill gaps, and every movement is meticulous; In group exercises, they follow the energetic music and check them one by one with a rigorous attitude. In my spare time, I can always see students who rehearse carefully, and they have not fallen behind in their studies, so that they can have good performance. Time is pressing, and every attempt will have a result. Let's expect their performance!

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Chorus is naturally in constant tense rehearsal. Under the command of teachers and classmates, we arranged the formation and had our own uniqueness. Under the guidance of the conductor, we sang loudly and sang our patriotic feelings. In the division of songs, male students are heavy and vigorous, female students are crisp and beautiful, and the chorus contains youthful excitement. The reciter is full of energy, praising our great motherland, and the lead singer is also very nice, leading everyone to sing together. In this chorus, there are not only the efforts of teachers and classmates, but also the active participation and assistance of parents. This is our challenge and a new attempt for us to explore.

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Work hard in constant attempts and grow in repeated attempts. These efforts will be our best time, and we look forward to the performance!

The first attempt to write a composition 3

On the road of my growth, I left many wonderful pictures after my first attempt. They are like bright stars in the night sky, and I will never forget them. ...

I remember once, when my parents were not at home, I suddenly had an idea: I tried to cook noodles myself.

So, like my mother, I made a ladle of water and put it in the pot licked by the flame. Then, I took out a big bowl and prepared to put condiments in it. When I open the cupboard, wow, there are so many condiments, but what should I put? I made a mistake, trying to capture the fragments of my mother's cooking in my mind. Finally, the fragments came to my mind one by one. So, I imitated my mother's appearance and sprinkled seasoning bit by bit, and poured it bit by bit. Then, I took out some Chinese cabbage leaves from the basket, washed them and put them on the chopping board. They lay quietly waiting for me to "slaughter". I picked up the kitchen knife first, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then, I cut it with fear. Alas, this cabbage is so poor that it becomes unsightly under my knife. I took another deep breath and carefully cut the onion, left and right. Unexpectedly, my fingers were too careful and almost "defeated by the sword." Ah, that was close! At this time, the water snorted and reported to me: "Boiled! I am boiling! " I immediately grabbed a handful of noodles and spilled them in a hurry. Well, I'm finally relieved. After a while, the noodles began to roll in boiling water. I guess it was cooked, so I poured it in a panic. When I smell them, they are really delicious! I can't wait to clean the noodles and look at the bottom of the bowl, and the feeling of happiness overflows.

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On the journey of life, I don't know how many firsts I will bravely try to make my life more colorful!

The first attempt at composition 4

I remember when I was 5 years old, my mother assigned me to sleep in another room to make me more independent.

It was a terrible and gloomy night. I was tired under the covers, just sticking out my little head, and my two little eyes kept spinning in the dark.

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Maybe it's because I watched too many ghost movies when I was a child. I have always been superstitious about ghosts and gods, and I am afraid of death, that is, I am afraid of being killed by other ghosts. Looking back on this, my teeth are still fighting.

Suddenly, I remembered a thunder outside the window, which made the room particularly bright. In the ghost film, it thunders and rains. Isn't there a zombie rhythm?

"Boom, boom ....." The strong wind mixed with heavy rain attacked the city crazily.

Raindrops beat wildly on the window, as if the door were about to be broken. I was so scared that I immediately hid in the quilt and covered my ears tightly with my hands. The seeds of fear grow like vines, covering the whole heart wall. I can't! !

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I sat up and turned on the light immediately. Everything seemed so calm except for the rain. I keep telling myself to calm down, but it's really scary. Gee, this wind is really like a zombie whisper.

I turned off the light again, closed my eyes and habitually bit my lower lip, so I fell asleep peacefully. A seemingly calm night passed like this.

This is my first attempt in life. If I try to sleep alone, there will be many "firsts" in life, so we should all face it bravely.

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The first attempt of composition 5

On an ordinary night, I picked up a piece of paper with some scientific experiment methods written on it. I choose to try the first scientific experiment first. However, the tools I need are plates, candles, water and lighters.

I found these tools at once. I light the candle with a lighter first, then stick the candle firmly to the bottom of the plate with the wax dripping from the candle, and pour the water I prepared into the plate. In order to save candles, I decided to pour some water, as long as there is a little distance between the water level and the candles. So, I immediately called the water to pour it to a certain distance, and I quietly observed the change of the candle.

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In the process of observing the change of candles, I found that when the fire is still there, a circle with the candle as the center will appear at the bottom of the plate. When the candle is big, the circle will also expand; However, when the fire of the candle is small, the circle will shrink with it.

At the most tense moment, the distance between the water level and the candle is only about one millimeter. At this moment, I was staring at the light of the candle. Sometimes the fire is expanding, sometimes it is shrinking and unpredictable. Soon, soon, the candle fire will touch the water. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Ah, the candle touched the water. At this moment, I thought to myself: Can we light a lamp underwater? Just thinking, disappointment came-the fire went out.

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Although this is an unsuccessful scientific attempt, I am still happy because I learned an attempt in science.

The first attempt at composition 6

When I was growing up, I had many attempts, such as the first attempt to ride a bike, the first attempt to do experiments, the first attempt to take part in an oral English contest … but the most unforgettable thing was the first attempt to cook.

Speaking of this first attempt to cook, I am both uneasy and excited. What is disturbing is how to do it badly. I'm so excited that I can finally cook by myself.

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After entering the kitchen, I looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator and decided to fry potatoes and tomatoes and eggs. I took out two big potatoes, washed them, peeled them, twisted them into silk, washed the starch with clear water, cut the auxiliary materials, turned on the gas, put them in the pot, heated the cooking oil, and the oil pan began to fry. I threw the onion into the pot trembling. "I shuddered and poured the shredded potatoes in. Soon it was quiet and there was no danger. I approached, picked up the shovel, turned around, poured some water and stewed for a while. Finally, sprinkle with salt, chicken essence and a little sesame oil, and then decorate with coriander. I looked at the well-sold shredded potatoes and smiled with relief. I took a break and started making scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I put the tomatoes first. This time, I won't be so reckless when I drain the oil. I watched the water dry bit by bit, but I didn't fry the oil when I got into the pot. I poured the tomato in, watched it thicken little by little, and then let it out. I add a little water to the beaten eggs, because it will make them tender and loose. Finally, I pour the eggs in, add salt and coriander, and then come out, dad.

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The first time I tried cooking, I knew the joy of trying. I hope this spirit of continuous exploration will continue.

The first attempt of composition 7

Everyone who knows me knows that I am an introverted and timid person, and timidity makes me miss the opportunity to exercise myself again and again. When students discuss, I have ideas but always dare not participate; When the teacher asks questions, I put down my hand and hold it many times to know the answer; When I signed up for the event, I was full of expectations, but I always saw the number of places gradually decreasing in contradiction.

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I often secretly compete with cowardice in my heart, but I always lose. I always encourage myself to try bravely, but I have failed many times. Finally one day, I bravely took this step.

It was a cool day, and thick clouds blocked most of the sunshine, but the palm of my hand holding the speech was wet and sweaty. For this speech, I carefully prepared for a long time: I wrote the speech early, recited it and practiced it many times.

Unconsciously, a class has passed more than half. I have been hesitating, "should I say this speech?" But ... "My heart is constantly struggling, and my hand is raised and put down. Let's leave now. Not open? Let's go. I summoned up my courage and walked slowly to the podium with a light and heavy speech in my hand. As soon as I came on stage, my mind went blank and my heart seemed to jump out. I had to pick up the manuscript first and read it softly. But gradually, I don't have to read the manuscript. My speech is getting smoother and louder. Finally, when the last word stopped, there was warm applause in the classroom.

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I calmly walked off the platform and smiled happily. Because I know that this brave attempt has made me break through myself and make me less timid. I think: I won't always miss opportunities in the future.

The first attempt of composition 8

As long as I can remember, I have tried many things, some of which were successful; There are also failures.

One noon in the summer vacation, my mother was not at home.

So, I have to cook by myself. When I opened the refrigerator, there was only a bag of jiaozi in it. I read a book that taught people how to cook jiaozi quickly: bring the water to a boil, then lower the induction cooker to 600, and then put jiaozi in it to cook for two or three minutes!

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I found a pot and put it on the induction cooker. Put a scoop of water, and then I sit in a chair and read a book. After a long time, nothing was heard in the pot. When I walked in, I was just so excited that I forgot to fire! So I lit a fire and sat there waiting. After a while, the water boiled and I poured jiaozi in. I sat by the chair and waited. After waiting for a while, I got bored and took a composition book to read. After reading it for a while, I was completely attracted by the story in the book. That I forgot I was cooking jiaozi. With the increase of temperature, there is more and more steam in the pot, which forms air pressure, causing the pot to keep bursting, but it still can't pull back my thoughts. Ten minutes later, the induction cooker kept ringing the alarm, and then I remembered. I hurried to turn it off, and the pot broke and water splashed on the induction cooker; I pulled the plug. Clean the induction cooker with a cloth. Look at the pot again: the pot has been burned out, and jiaozi sticks to the bottom of the pot. Just when I was at a loss, my mother suddenly came back, saw this scene and scolded me.

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This attempt undoubtedly ended in failure. But I will definitely learn my lesson and do better next time!

The first attempt of composition 9

I was very naughty when I was a child. What impressed me most was my attempt to "fly" when I was 6 years old.

One day, I was playing with some friends in the big yard. Several birds fly over my head from time to time. So, full of imagination, I decided to learn from birds and try to fly. When I say "flying", I don't mean flying by plane or rocket, but a game in which a long rope is tied to a person's waist, and then several other people pull it up from a height and hang the tied person in the air. I told my friends the idea and they accepted it quickly. So, we quickly found a rope from home, and several other older partners tied the rope firmly around my waist. Everything was ready, and my friends climbed to the second floor and slowly pulled me up. My feet gradually left the ground, getting farther and farther away from the ground ... When I reached a height of nearly two meters, the rope stopped. At this time, I am like a bird that just learned to fly, nervous and excited, waving my hands in the air and shouting happily, but ignoring the state of my companions. After a while, there was a whirring wind in my ear. I fell from the sky and then fell to the ground. My companions gasped and everyone laughed in my ear. Maybe they are as tired as I am flying. ...

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Looking back on that "flight" now, I feel that I have suffered a lot-the time of "flying" in the air was so short that I fell badly and was taught a lesson by my parents. However, that "flight" also made me understand a truth of being a man: it is better to be down to earth.

Try writing for the first time 10

I got a bag of black seeds from my grandmother when I was very young. At that time, I didn't know what it was, so I asked my grandmother,' What is this? "This is a flower!" Grandma said earnestly. I asked again,' where can he grow beautiful flowers?' Put it in a basin with soil! '

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I quickly ran to the balcony of my small garden to find the basin, then put the flowers in it and waited patiently for them to come out. Grandma smiled and said,' You can't plant seeds for a while! It takes ten days and a half months for a small seedling to grow, and then it takes you a lot of time and sweat to grow beautiful flowers. After that, I came to see if there were any seedlings every day. Finally, one day I found green seedlings in the flowerpot. I jumped three feet for joy and immediately reported it to my grandmother. Grandma said,' It's still early! You have to plant saplings and pull out weeds! '

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Under the guidance of my grandmother, I began to raise seedlings-pull out one that was too close.

After many days, I found an unexpected guest among the flowers-Starscream. I quickly went to another room and killed him.

Under my careful care, the seedlings finally grew full buds, which was very popular. Now I am happier, and I quickly told my grandmother the news.

One day, I squatted in front of the flowerpot and observed it carefully. I saw the buds slowly open and beautiful white flowers appeared. I can also smell the charming fragrance of painting, which deeply intoxicated me.

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This is my first attempt to grow flowers in my life. It's really like my grandmother said: you have to work hard and pay to reap rich fruits.

The first attempt to synthesize 1 1

There are many firsts in life, the first time to swim, the first time to ride a bike, and the most unforgettable thing is climbing the steel net for the first time.

On a sunny day, my mother and I went to Yihai City to play. As soon as I entered Yihai City, I saw the behemoth in front of me, which was red as a whole and made up of thick steel ropes. There is a hole in the middle of that monster, which may be a place for climbers to rest!

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I can't wait to run to the hole in the middle and start climbing up one by one. When vertical grids are completed, they are plane grids. At this time, I was a little scared. My mother encouraged me to say, "Come on, Cheng Yan, come on, don't be afraid. Others can pass, and you can pass, just because you lack courage!" After listening to my mother's words, I regained my courage and moved forward slowly. I looked at my eyes, and my courage disappeared instantly. Oh, my god, it's so high. I'm stuck there. I dare not go up, but I don't want to go down. I was so anxious that tears lingered in my eyes. Mother said, "Don't cry, don't worry. Sit down slowly and have a rest. " I sat on the tightrope and thought, ah, I'm so scared. That hole is quite big, too. My body should be able to go through it. If I can't hold it steady, I'll fall! So what should we do? After thinking about it, there is no better way than to continue climbing! With tension and excitement, I finally turned over the flat place. The most difficult place appeared. We have to turn a corner before we reach the ground. My heart secretly shouted a few cheers and began to move. After all kinds of difficulties, I finally reached the flat ground.

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Climbing the tightrope was too tiring, but it also taught me to try everything. How do you know you can't do it unless you try?

The first attempt at composition 12

On Saturday, I looked at the eggs tossed and turned on the table and felt bored.

Suddenly I remembered the composition that the teacher asked us to write: "My first scientific attempt", so I immediately bought a book about scientific experiments and began to read it carefully.

I have prepared many props: eggs, salt, water, a glass and a spoon.

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The experiment began. I stared at the steps written in the book and thought: What experiments can eggs do? This is a fragile thing, and I look forward to the completion of the experiment. I am excited and a little nervous, and my palms are a little sweaty. I first put a smooth egg into the water according to the method in the book. I carefully observe whether the eggs sink or float in the water. At this moment, the egg we saw was lying on the bottom of the water. Then I put a spoonful of salt in the cup to see if it was still lying. After a while, I was surprised to find that the egg was put in a layer of "snow" and stood up slowly, dancing left and right like a person dancing in the water. I put another spoonful of salt in the cup. At this moment, something incredible happened. Originally, the egg stood upright in the water, but now it wakes up like a beautiful woman from a dream, and a small brain tip pokes out. "It's amazing!" I'm not surprised at all. I cried. "Do you want to know why?" Actually, the specific gravity of water is 1. If you put something heavier than 1 in water, it will sink, while something lighter than 1 will float. Because the specific gravity of salt water is greater than that of eggs, that is to say, the buoyancy of salt water is greater than that of clear water, so eggs can float in salt water. After listening, we suddenly understood the truth of adding salt to the water.

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I love science. This experiment tells me that we should pay attention to careful observation in our daily life, so that we can discover many scientific mysteries.

The first attempt at composition 13

In the words of my mother just now, "Today is a memorable day for Shuai Shuai, because he achieved a' qualitative' breakthrough today".

Do you know why my mother said that? Because today is my first time to eat "Chili". Oh, sorry, I know many friends dare to eat Chili. I have a female classmate in kindergarten who dared to eat Chili when she was in kindergarten. I especially admire her, but I always dare not. Because I'm afraid of spicy food. My mother often encourages me to say, "Life has a taste. You should taste everything." How do you know if you don't taste it? "But I can't make up my mind. But today I finally dared. Of course, there is another reason: my mother knows that I love meat. If there is no meat in every meal, I can't eat well. Mom put pepper in all the meat dishes today, deliberately "making things difficult for me" So, in desperation, I said to my mother, "I don't believe it. Do you think I dare? " !" That's it. I ate.

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But to be honest, it's really spicy. My nose and tears are coming out, and I'm still trying to stuff steamed bread into my mouth, so I ate a steamed bread today, which made my mother very happy.

After eating, I am also very happy. I finally dare to eat Chili! My mother said to me, "So you have to try everything yourself. How do you know the result without trying? " ?

"Damn" mom! Hey, hey, hey. ...

The first attempt at composition 14

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One night last spring, I was at my grandmother's house. My parents didn't pick me up because of something, so I had to go home alone. It's sunny during the day, but at night the moon and stars don't know where to hide, as if playing hide-and-seek with me.

I came out of my grandmother's house and couldn't see my fingers. I'm scared and my heart is beating faster and faster. Because I was afraid, I buried my head to speed up, looked around from time to time, touched the red scarf, encouraged myself and refueled. Walking, I remembered that the hero in the movie was persecuted by bandits. I tried to restrain myself from thinking about these things, but my brain just wouldn't listen. It happened that I remembered the people and ghosts in the serial, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt my heart pounding. The more I am afraid of ghosts, the more they appear, and the sound of "whoops" comes from time to time in the distance. A dark thing was drilled in the ditch near Rose Oil Road. I swished back a few steps, my legs were shaking. "Meow-"turned out to be a black cat, a false alarm. I called myself a coward as I walked.

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I suddenly remembered the teacher's words: "There are no ghosts in the world, they are all made up by people." Somehow, I got bold and walked a lot faster. Soon, I got home.

The first attempt at composition 15

Pinch, click, press, cut ... repeated the same series of actions. I can't take my eyes off it. This is exactly what I want to know about Ou Su. Its material is similar to plasticine, but it is very artistic.

Put a piece of excessively kneaded sludge on a plastic board covered with "air drying agent", and then keep pressing, clicking and kneading. Soon, a semi-formed "meat pie" appeared on the plate, smooth and full, which was particularly dazzling under the illumination of light. Then spread two pieces of red paper on the plate, then press the picture on the plate together with the red paper, draw the shape with strokes, take the red paper at the opening and leave a red mark.

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When the process is similar, I also use this mark to press the sludge and make Ou Su. My Ou Su is a potato. Of course, the main color is khaki. I pushed and pressed with a spoon, and I was almost finished. However, I looked at it carefully and frowned, thinking: everyone's "potatoes" are made in this way, and they are all the same, so creative! So, I took a few pieces of sludge, cut it and wiped it, wiped it and cut it, and filled my hair with potatoes. This kind of hair is very distinctive and colorful. How can I have enough hair? So, I began to get busy again. I kneaded the sludge into a handsome vest and put it on the potato. Take a closer look, not bad, just like that, creative!

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I am glad that Ou Su has finished, because it is different; I am very proud, because I also tried Ou Su's production. I want to keep this work as a souvenir!

For us amateurs, sludge is just a pile of colored mud. However, in the hands of those skilled craftsmen, it has become a vivid masterpiece. Isn't this a miracle?

After just trying, I understand: behind a masterpiece, there must be one or a group of careful and busy figures.