In our ordinary daily life, many of us have written compositions. Composition is the transition from internal language to external language, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to expanded language. , the transformation of external language forms that have standardized grammatical structures and can be understood by others. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below is a composition about what I am most afraid of that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. My Most Fearful Essay 1
Everyone must have had many things they were afraid of when they were children, and I was no exception. I was afraid of the dark, fire, and insects... but what I was most afraid of was the dark. But I overcame it that time. Please follow me to pick up the memories of my childhood and walk into that terrible night...
I remember that it was one night when I went out to play until dark. , I said goodbye to my friends and hurried home. Walking on the road, my steps felt heavy and slow. As I walked, a white light suddenly floated in front of my eyes, surrounding my heart like a ghost. My legs became weak, my body trembled, my upper and lower teeth trembled, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace. The lights on the road flickered on and off, like will-o'-the-wisps, which scared my legs to the point of paralysis. I have heard a legend: Never turn around when you go home alone at night, because there are three lights on you. If you turn around, the lights will go out. Ghosts are afraid of those three lights. If those three lights go out, , the ghost will have an opportunity to take advantage of it. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. At this time, I seemed to hear a voice: "Qianqian, Qianqian, grandpa is here, come quickly!" My dead grandpa's voice sounded behind me.
A thought flashed through my mind: The ghost must be trying to tempt me to turn around, let its soul enter my body, give it a new body, and my soul will be in the night Drifting, never turn around, never be fooled!
I quickly moved forward. Suddenly a pair of green eyes stared at me. My hair stood on end and my hair stood on end. I clenched my hands tightly into fists. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat and my pace became faster and faster.
It was dark all around, with only one light flickering on and off, which made people feel very strange.
I dragged my heavy steps forward, and the trees around me rustled with the wind, as if to remind me not to take it lightly.
The road is getting longer and weirder. My heart is pounding and I cannot calm down for a moment. I am terrified, my whole body is weak, and my limbs are weak...
I seemed to feel someone whispering behind me, and they were discussing how to invade my body...
I finally walked to the door of my house, looking at the bright light, the big stone in my heart Finally landing, I breathed a long sigh of relief.
At this time, there was no sound in the yard, it was eerily quiet, and the air suddenly solidified. I walked to the door of the iron gate. There was a big box in the stairwell. I didn't know what it contained. At this time, it became a box containing a baby's body in my eyes. Several times I summoned the courage but couldn't go in.
Time passed minute by minute, and I thought of a way: I closed my eyes and rushed forward. When I opened my eyes, I suddenly saw red handprints on the wall.
I thought of the ghost scratching on the wall, and the red fingerprints made me tremble. The ghost must be behind me. I rushed upstairs desperately, and my mother opened the door. I rushed in...
Thinking of this, I still feel horrified... The thing I fear most essay 2
Growth records pain, engraves joy, and grows along with it. Step by step, the things we have experienced are like the countless stars in the night sky. Some of them have become blurred with the passage of time, but one thing happened when I was seven years old, which I will never forget. .
When I was a child, I heard the word "surgery" on TV more than once. However, my understanding of this word is that a person is sleeping on the bed while others are massaging next to him. I think this is a kind of enjoyment. Gradually, I grew up. I had some understanding of the word "surgery" and thought it was painful. I thought about what would happen if I was pushed onto the operating table countless times at night. One day, I was actually pushed onto the operating table, and I felt an unprecedented sense of fear.
Some time ago, I always felt very uncomfortable, my nose was stuffy, my head was buzzing and hurt, sometimes I couldn’t attend class, and I couldn’t concentrate on my studies...My mother took me to the hospital. The doctor said I had rhinitis and needed surgery. I shook my mother's hand vigorously and said, "Mom, can I not have surgery? I'm afraid." My eyes became moist as I spoke. My mother stroked my head and said, "Good boy, be good. Your illness will be cured after the operation." I was hospitalized. When I was hospitalized, I felt the love I had never experienced before: my father bought me a Barbie doll that I had asked for many times, my frugal grandma bought me delicious food every day, and my taciturn grandpa sat beside my bed and gave me Telling stories, my mother bought me beautiful clothes, my sisters and brothers came to see me and told me not to be afraid... But I was not happy at all, and I became more and more nervous.
The terrible day came and I had to have surgery. From that morning, I felt like a deer was bumping around in my chest. My hands and feet were cold. I kept holding my mother’s hand tightly. I let go, and my mother kept saying: "Don't be afraid, good boy, nothing will happen to you, don't worry." No matter how reluctant I was, my mother let go of my hand. I was pushed into the operating room, and the door was closed silently. "Mom---" I shouted helplessly. My legs shook involuntarily, and my hands clung to the edge of the bed. I thought: Am I not going to be able to see my mother? The nurse fixed my hands and feet while comforting me, but I still couldn't control my tears. The nurse put a mask on my nose. After a while, I knew nothing. I don’t know how long it took, but I heard my mother calling me. I opened my eyes all of a sudden, "Mom---" I couldn’t help but cry again. My mother took my hand and said softly: "Good boy, everything is fine." It’s over.”
A few days later, the doctor took out the stuff from my nose, and my nose suddenly felt refreshed! However, I am still so scared when I think about the operation process. My mother said: "Experiences are also a huge wealth in your life, and the ups and downs in them are priceless treasures. Today's fear is like a stone on the road of your life. Before you pass it, it is fear, but after you pass it, it is the accumulation of life." What I'm most afraid of Composition 3
There are many things that I am afraid of, such as doing homework, going to cram schools, participating in large competitions, etc., but what I am most afraid of is having my teeth extracted.
Everyone knows that my teeth are heavily moth-eaten and are uneven up and down. As the saying goes: Food is the most important thing for people, and I am a foodie. How can I taste delicious food if my teeth are not good? My mother wanted to take me to the dental hospital many times to have my teeth extracted, but I was afraid that it would be very painful, so I politely refused with various excuses. My mother looked at me, frowned, shook her head, sighed, and said nothing.
Finally one day, the little bug in my tooth stretched and woke up. They jumped up and down in my mouth and played with the bugs in other cavities. They had so much fun that it caused me unbearable pain. I had no choice but to ask my mother to take me to the hospital for dental treatment. Only then did I understand a famous saying: If you don’t listen to your mother, you will suffer the consequences!
When I was waiting on the hospital chair to be called, I felt an unprecedented sense of fear and fear. The cry of a child when his teeth were being extracted could be heard even through the door and my hands covering my ears. It can penetrate through and let me hear clearly. The deer sticker on the wall seemed to be crying to me, and my heart was pounding as if it was about to burst out of my throat. The child's bursts of crying made me tremble with fear, which gave me a new adjective for the dental hospital: scary, scary!
Suddenly, I heard my name: Xie Yongchen, please come to Clinic 4 for treatment. At this time, the air seemed to have solidified. Before I could open my mouth to cry, my mother pulled me into the consulting room.
The doctor told my mother seriously that I had three cavities and they had to be pulled out! I was so frightened that I broke into a cold sweat and quietly stepped back, trying to escape. I don’t want to be caught by my sharp-eyed mother. I was forced to have no choice but to lie down on the chair fearfully and wait for the punishment.
The nurse sister asked me to open my mouth. She took out a long-handled mini mirror and forced it into my mouth.
The mirror became a scout in the sea, detecting the specific location of the enemy's tooth decay in my mouth, so that I could accurately extract my bad teeth. Otherwise, what would I do if I extracted the good teeth?
In this way, the doctor used many tools to try to pull out the cavities, which made me miserable. These doctors and nurses are obviously devils! I didn’t even have a chance to cry. What is it if it’s not the devil?
In the sound of the electric drill, one of my teeth disappeared from my mouth! As I moaned, the other cavities disappeared one after another.
Several hours have passed since the tooth extraction operation, but my heart is still full of fear and fear. I hope my teeth will no longer be moth-eaten. I will eat less sweets and keep brushing my teeth so that they can grow happily in my mouth and become strong, white, and beautiful teeth!
Oh! One more thing: I’m still afraid of having my teeth pulled!