(1)

The first time is really good, and the feeling of the first time is really wonderful. In a person's life, how many first times are worthy of nostalgia? How many times have you left an indelible impression for the first time?

actually, the first experience can be successful or not, just for fresh excitement. That being said, don't try those depraved first times, it's not good for you.

I remember the first time I raised daffodils in my family. Ye Er, with its emerald green, looked very delicate and lovely. My whole family took good care of it for fear that it would be hit by a little wind and rain. After half a month's care, the narcissus has grown several small buds. The whole family was very happy, and they cared for it more since then. One day, I went to see it on a routine basis. As soon as I entered the room, a fragrance came to my nose-daffodils were blooming! I hurried out to call my family, and all three of us greedily breathed the fragrance of daffodils-this situation lasted until the flowers withered.

I also remembered the first time I rode a bike. You learn to skate quickly, but you're afraid to ride it-you'd be embarrassed if you accidentally fell. Although my father told me not to be afraid, I still trembled and dared not ride it. Finally, my father gave up the idea of letting me learn to ride a bike. He shrugged helplessly and waved me back.

when I raised fish for the first time, I often poured a lot of fish food into the jar, and I always let the fish eat very well. For the sake of the lives of several fish, my father told me not to feed them too much food at a time, otherwise they would die. I did as my father told me, and found that the fish swam more happily. During the exam, I was too busy reviewing to feed the fish. After the exam, I returned home, only to find that the fish had turned white. I was helpless, so I buried the fish and cleaned the fish tank. Now, there are some small fish in that fish tank. I take care of them carefully and try my best not to repeat the "tragedy".

it's nice to be the first time, isn't it? May everyone cherish the first time.

(2)

Cooking for my mother for the first time

Jin Zhao

! It's half past five in the morning. Why isn't there any movement of mom cooking in the kitchen? I got dressed and came to the kitchen curiously. Where's my mother? I turned and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying in bed. From the painful expression on her face, I could see that she was ill. Dad hasn't come back from work yet. What should I do? At this time, my mother said to me in a weak voice, "The meals are all ready-made, so you can eat them while you are hot!"

I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I couldn't help but think of the scene where my mother asked me to eat every morning-my mother cooked hot and delicious meals and put them on the table for me to eat. But today, what should I do? By the way, my mother usually cooks for me. Today I'm going to cook for my mother! As soon as I started, I poured the rice into the frying spoon, lit the gas, and then stir-fried the rice evenly with a shovel. After a while, the rice began to steam, so I put the rice into two bowls respectively. Ah, the rice with the frying spoon was burnt. No matter how much, I quickly heated the dish again. After a while, the food was also hot. I put the food into the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of the cucumber slices was gone at all. Even so, looking at my masterpiece-the steaming food, I still have unspeakable joy in my heart.

I hurried into my mother's room with food. My mother saw me and asked, "Are you full?" I didn't answer my mother's question, just put the food on the table beside my mother's bed gently, and then said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " My mother was surprised at first, and a smile quickly appeared on her face. Then, she reluctantly sat up from the bed, touched my head and said to me, "My son is really sensible and knows to care about his mother." Her eyes sparkled with tears of excitement. "You eat first, I'm not hungry. With your heart, my mother's illness will be better than half. " It makes my heart happy. Under my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and the food was not so delicious, my mother nodded and said, "It's delicious!"

after dinner, I packed my dishes and chopsticks, and I went to school in the morning sun. Not far away, I suddenly remembered an important event, and hurried home, opened my mother's door and said to her, "Mom, dad is back, please let him take you to see a doctor!"

(3) winning the prize for the first composition

There are many firsts in childhood, which are like those little stars in the vast universe. One of the stars is the brightest, and that is the beautiful memory of my first prize-winning composition.

On a sunny day in Wan Li in March, I was absorbed in my class when the teacher suddenly said that there was a letter for me in his office and told me to take it away after class.

after class, Ding Ling's strong curiosity drove me to the teacher's office, took the letter and ran back.

after returning to the classroom, my classmates surrounded me and my deskmate. They said anxiously, "Open the letter quickly. We are all anxious to wait. What's in it?" I opened the envelope carefully.

"wow!" With the cries of the students, two notes fell out of the letter. "Show me!" "No, you should show it to me!" The students speak louder than one. While they were talking, I looked at the cover of the note, which read "Leshan Cup" essay contest in three Chinese characters, and a trophy was drawn on it with a sky-blue background. At this time, I slowly opened the note and saw a few lines "Your work" Plum Blossom Priming Spring "won the fourth prize" and another note said "Your work" Grass Praise "won the fourth prize." I couldn't control my inner joy and shouted, "My work won the prize and the fourth prize!" " I don't know which classmate snatched the two letters and notes, so I read the contents of the letters aloud to the whole class. At this time, my classmates praised me as a little writer, and my heart was full of joy.

as soon as school was over, I hurried home again, trying to share the good news with my parents. After returning home, I told my parents that my composition had won the prize, and they all praised me and said, "I have made progress and written well." My heart suddenly became sweeter than drinking honey.

(4) Being on the stage for the first time

Everyone has one thing they can't forget, and I have one.

I remember when I was five years old. My mother thought I had a gift for dancing, so she signed me up for a dance training class at Jincheng Theatre.

The first time my mother took me there, I started crying as soon as I entered the door, for fear that my mother would leave me. At this time, the teacher came over and advised me not to cry. Looking at her amiable appearance, my crying stopped immediately. Since then, I have gradually adapted to the environment there and never cried again.

One day, the teacher said to us, "We will take part in the dance competition in Lanzhou next month, and 18 students will be selected to participate." As soon as the teacher finished, I sighed deeply, because I was the youngest here. However, I was very happy and full of confidence in myself because I was on the list read by the teacher.

When the day finally came, the teacher painted our makeup and told us to wait backstage, I was very excited. Because this is my first time on the stage and facing so many audiences for the first time. At this time, the music started, and we immediately stepped onto the stage and danced. When we finished dancing, we only heard applause. Finally, the judges announced the results and we won the second place. At this time, my heart churned like waves.

(5) Eating "crossing the bridge rice noodles" for the first time

Snacks are everywhere in Shanghai. My mother and I can't help the temptation of delicious food and decided to try it.

When I came to the Lai Francis Blackwell Forbes Plaza Food Center in the city center, I saw it was crowded. What a crowd! Not only are there many people here, but there are also many meals, many of which my mother and I have never heard of. "alas!" I sighed: "Granny Liu really entered the Grand View Garden!"

at this moment, a waiter came over and asked us to report the names of the dishes. My mother ordered a few at random. In a few minutes, the waiter brought a bowl of thick soup, two bowls of strips and sixteen dishes, which were neatly placed on our table. I saw only the raw and cooked in sixteen small discs. How can I eat them?

we are in trouble with a table of things. Just when they were at their wits' end, I found that another person had ordered the same dish. I saw that he put all the dishes in the small dish into the hot thick soup, and we did the same thing and put all the side dishes in. He put the "sliver" in the bowl into the soup, and we also put the "sliver" into the soup. He stirred up the things in the bowl with chopsticks, and we also started to stir them. After painting a gourd ladle, I smelled an appetizing fragrance slowly coming out. I put some "sliver" in my mouth and tasted it. Oh, it was delicious. The first bite made me addicted. I picked up the delicious food inside and wolfed it down.

Not long after, a big bowl of delicious food was eaten up by my mother and me. I patted my chubby belly and said, Ah, it's really enjoyable! Finally, after consulting the waiter, we know that this delicious name is "crossing the bridge rice noodles", a famous food in Yunnan.

(6)

It is my first time to publish a composition in the newspaper

It is what I am most looking forward to. I once submitted a manuscript to the Chinese newspaper, and I always look forward to my article in the Chinese newspaper! The Chinese newspaper was issued this afternoon, and I went to get it with confidence. There is an eye-catching subtitle on the main channel of the newspaper, "How good it is to stand on your own feet"? Isn't this the title of the article I contributed? My heart lifted, and I was very excited. I wondered if it was really my article that was published. I'm afraid I'll be happy for a while, so I looked at the author again. Yes, it's my name. I'm 8% sure. I'd better be careful. There are many people who have the same name and surname as me. Last time there was a "Liu Chang" report, I was ecstatic, but I almost fainted when I looked at the content. I have a lot of such empty and joyful experiences.

"ahhh! ! ！” I screamed three times and jumped three feet. "My composition is in the newspaper!" " Excitement and excitement occupied my heart. Students also gathered around and asked me if it was true or not. "You don't believe it?" I am obviously a little angry, but I still can't resist the joy in my heart. I feel happier than I have ever felt. My classmates praised me and praised me ... I was a little carried away. But I soon woke up, and I thought: No pains, no gains. I succeeded in submitting my manuscript because it took me a certain amount of time and effort. Of course, the composition in our class is well written, and there are so many talents! But why didn't they contribute? This reminds me that we need to pay attention to the things around us in life. I almost read the contents of every issue of the Chinese newspaper carefully, so I have carefully read those articles such as soliciting contributions and enlightenment. I seized the opportunity and succeeded. To put it another way, if all the students contribute, the joy of success will not be shared by me alone, so I have nothing to be proud of. By the time I saw my article reported, it was already in the past, and the glory and pride of the past were meaningless to me. Everything started from scratch, stood at a new starting point and made persistent efforts.

The first time I published my composition in the newspaper, I realized that if you pay, you will get a reward, and only if you dare to fight can you win. I finally tasted the sweetness of submitting a manuscript, which not only made me more confident, but also improved my enthusiasm for writing. It really killed two birds with one stone!

(7)

Riding a bike for the first time

There are many firsts in everyone's life, including flying for the first time, doing magic for the first time, the first time ... But my first time is the first time I rode a bike.

I remember that at that time, I was very envious of my uncles and aunts who rode bicycles back and forth in the street. I dreamed that I could have my own bicycle, and I also had superb skills in building it.

When I was in the first grade, my mother bought a new bike, and I couldn't put it down. The first thing I did when I came home from school every afternoon was to learn a bike with my mother's help.

at first, supported by my mother behind the car, I rode on the car beam, pedaling hard with my feet and clutching the handlebars with my hands. I was slow and fast, and I couldn't grasp my balance. I was always afraid of falling down, and I was sweating nervously. Slowly, I'm not so nervous, and I have some skills. I can turn around, but I still dare not let my mother give up. Encouraged by my mother, I dared to sit on the car seat and slowly tried to step on it. Ha, it turned out that riding a bike was not so difficult! I turned around and just wanted to tell my mother how I felt. I didn't expect my mother to be behind the car long ago. She stood not far away and looked at me and smiled! It doesn't matter at first sight. I panicked. How can I do it without my mother's help? After that, when my hands are loose and my legs are soft and confused, I will "throw my car over", my clothes are torn, my hands and legs are scratched, the blood on my hands is slowly oozing out, my tears are dripping downwards, and my heart is full of resentment against my mother. How can I be so irresponsible? You should let me know when you give up! At this moment, my mother ran to me at the fastest speed, holding my bleeding hand and watching me walk to the hospital, while explaining to me: "Bing Bing, my mother didn't mean to. When you were young, my mother did the same, secretly giving up, giving you the opportunity to learn to walk independently. Although you fell down many times, you learned to walk ahead of other children of the same age. I will always help you walk, and you will never dare to let go. So will cycling. I want to help you ride all the time, and you will never dare to let me go. You actually rode very well just now, but you suddenly saw that there was no support, so you panicked. Son, you fell from there and got up from there. When the injury is good, let's continue to learn, ok? " After listening to my mother's earnest explanation, I wiped my tears and nodded heavily. In the days to come, I will try to ride it alone as soon as I have time, and in a few days I will be able to ride in circles in the yard. Now I can take people to school by bike. I am a good driver!

I learned to ride a bike, and at the same time I learned a lot: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb, everything comes to him who waits. Confidence is the best friend of success. My mother taught me to walk, ride a bike and be a man.

I hope my answer is helpful to you!