Perhaps success dotes on me too much. My score in every math exam is always above 90, which makes me very conceited and intoxicated with self-satisfaction again and again. However, God will not give me success every time. A math test completely destroyed my confidence in simple but actually much more complicated problems.

In the past, I thought the exam was easy, but now, I am still dreaming, and I have to be pulled back to the starting line by the cruel reality. The math test paper is vividly written with a score that I dare not even think about. I don't believe it. I rubbed my eyes and thought I was blind, but it was really 67 points. In an instant, tears poured out like the tide of Qiantang River, overwhelming, wiping and flowing, flowing and wiping. Sixty-seven points, I've never got such a low score, alas! How can I live up to the expectations of my parents and teachers? Oh, my God!

I came home with a test paper and my parents severely criticized me. I was speechless because I lost. Losing is thinking that the exam is easy again and again; Losing is thinking that you are smart again and again; If you lose, you lose, because you think you can definitely get 90 points again and again!

Sum up the lesson, four words: conceit and complacency! These four words swallowed my heart like a poisonous snake, which made my grades plummet. I am determined to drive them away. Down-to-earth is my new motto, and modesty should be my motto!

"Don't lose heart, son! Failure is the mother of success. Why should a gentleman be afraid of a small failure? " Dad patted me on the shoulder solemnly and encouraged me to say.

Yes, I can't lose confidence and lose myself just because I failed in an exam. I want to stand up, catch up and chase my dream. Because everything can't be successful every time, I must learn to understand in failure and understand in success. Only when you are not afraid of failure and stand up again and again with perseverance can you enjoy the joy of success!

First swim

I was born a landlubber, so I can't swim, but when I see others swimming, I also want to swim well. "Son, do you want to go swimming?" Dad, it's nice to meet me. As soon as I heard it, I was listless and worried that I would be bored, but now I immediately ran to my father and said, "It's a beautiful day today. I turned my head and pointed at myself to pretend to be natural. ) By the way, where did you say to go swimming? " "Cut the crap and let's go." Dad pulled me into the car. We will arrive soon. This is an artificial lake the size of one hectare. Wow! A sea of people! Many people are swimming! My father and I walked to the shore and took off our clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts. Dad is a good swimmer "plop!" I jumped into the water. Although I was a landlubber, I got into the water. Huh? Fortunately, the water is very shallow, and I can tread to the end. Dad asked me to come over. He taught me to swim. I walked over, and my father hugged my waist and taught me to dig water into my abdomen with my hands, then stood upright and stepped on the water with my feet like walking. After several exercises, I finally found some skills. I stepped on the water with my feet and scratched it with my hands. But the endurance is always not enough, just floating 10 for more than a second. "Don't lose heart, take your time." Dad hugged me and said. "Swimming should start with floating." I started training again. "Keep up with your right foot, that's right." Dad said while teaching me. Oh, I can't. I was exhausted and sank to the bottom of the sea. Dad pulled me up and said, "You are tired, too. Go back! " "I don't want to go back. Swimming, I can, with the first foundation, I don't believe you can't practice!

First swimming

Until now, the sight of swimming for the first time still lingers in my mind.

It was the summer vacation in 2004. In order to exercise better, my father took me to the swimming pool. Enter the hall, go through the dressing room and come to the swimming pool. Originally, I thought swimming was extremely simple, so I plunged into the water without wearing a swimming ring. Suddenly, water flooded into my nose and mouth, and I struggled desperately. Because I didn't take oxygen for a long time, my eyes were black, and fear occupied my brain. When I felt my feet touch the bottom of the pool, a strong desire to escape took control of me. I kicked my foot hard and then floated to the surface. I took a deep breath and suddenly felt much more comfortable. But the body sank to the bottom of the pool, but fortunately it was fished up by an uncle.

At this moment, my father came over. When he knew what had happened, he asked me if I was all right. I just had a rest, and my father let me go into the water again, but I clamored to go home because I was afraid. But dad found a swimming ring, put it on me, picked me up and put me in the water. With the help of the swimming ring, I didn't sink, but I was still afraid that I would hold the swimming ring as tightly as I did at the beginning. After a while, with the encouragement of my father, I let go of the swimming ring and boldly began to play in the water. My father saw it and smiled knowingly. Then, my hand paddled like a frog, paddled to the pool, grabbed the steel ring around, got off the swimming ring and began to practice kicking (taught by the coach). Kicking seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

It took me a long time to play. Then I practiced my hand movements. In this way, I finally developed the breaststroke.

After the exercise, the coach pinched my stomach and asked me to do some exercises. God knows, the coach doesn't know when he let go. But I'm still swimming. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the coach's hand in my stomach. When I turned around, the coach smiled at me behind me. For an instant, my heart panicked and sank.

Fortunately, the coach pulled it up in time to avoid the bad luck of drinking water again.

I saw my father come up and say, "Look, it's all over. Don't panic, huh?" I nodded my head. Put on a swimming ring and practice slowly.

Unconsciously, I have liked swimming.

It's good to be the first time.

Everyone should have had their first time. And at least dozens of times. Of course, the first time is ever-changing. I raised birds for the first time, pulled out my teeth for the first time, played computer games for the first time, climbed mountains for the first time, played badminton for the first time, and played football for the first time ... Of course, sometimes I failed, and sometimes I succeeded. Just like the first time I played badminton, I was "beaten" out of the water by my father. What a tragedy. But I succeeded the first time I climbed the mountain. I was five or six years old then. My father asked me to climb to the top of the mountain. After some efforts, I finally succeeded.

I'm going to talk about my first successful climb today. This is also my first success.

That year, my father took me to the foot of the mountain and said to me, I'll see if you can climb to the top. I am very excited to hear that, because I lost to my father in the badminton match just two days ago. I am worried about how to avenge this "revenge with one arrow". Unexpectedly, it was delivered to my door. I ran as fast as I could, and my father followed me. Just then, my father offered to compete with me to see who reached the top of the mountain first. I thought: good, so I can avenge the day before yesterday. I agreed. I think if I sprint now, I will eventually lose my strength, so I won't get revenge with one shot, but it will make things worse. I'd better keep my strength now and sprint when I reach the finish line. By this time, my father had rushed in front of me, but he was still in no hurry. I want to pass him first. Then, take your time. I thought I could, so I rushed up, but my father began to rush up, too. I thought: Dad climbed the mountain, and it should be near the top of the mountain. Otherwise, why did he rush so fast? I also started sprinting. I have been in a hurry for a long time, but I haven't arrived yet. I wanted to look back at my father, but when I turned my head, I found that my father was gone. I thought: no, I was cheated. I haven't arrived after running for so long. There should be a long way to go. But at this time, I have no physical strength, so I started walking. Unconsciously, my father overtook me, so I rushed up. But my body is not beautiful, I still have no physical strength, but I continue to run hard. After running for five minutes, I found that there was still an uphill road about 100 meters from the top of the mountain. At this time, I suddenly felt that there was strength in my body, so I rushed up. At this time, my father was already running, and we were like. Dad is twenty or thirty meters faster than me at this time, but his physical strength is exhausted. Although I still have some physical strength, I still need twenty or thirty meters. We all tried our best and all our shortcomings came out. I run faster and faster. When my father was 50 meters away from the finish line, I was almost 60 meters away from the finish line. At this moment, my father ran as if he had stopped in despair. When I saw my father, I also showed all my shallow skills. At this time, we are only five meters away, and the finish line is more than ten meters away from my father. As time goes by, we run slower and slower. At this time, there are still six or seven meters from the finish line. No, dad wants to take a last shot and let me lose the game. Then I remembered that my father and I played badminton the day before yesterday. After twenty-one games, I lost by twenty to one, because it was my first time to play badminton. This is the biggest shame in my first history, because I have never been so bad. I lit the fire of physical strength, and I think I must win the game. Finally, my father lost to me because of the difference of one meter, which was my first victory in history.

This is the first victory I talked about. I hope you can also tell me your first victory in history.

( 1)

The first time was good, the first time was wonderful. How many first times in a person's life are worth remembering? How many times have you left an indelible impression for the first time?

In fact, the first experience can be successful or unsuccessful, just seeking fresh excitement. In other words, don't try those degenerate first times, it's not good for you.

I remember the first time I raised daffodils at home. The green Ye Er looks very delicate and lovely. My whole family took care of it carefully for fear that it would be attacked by a little wind and rain. After half a month's nursing, the daffodils have grown several small buds. The whole family was very happy, and they cared more about it after that. One day, I went to see it routinely. As soon as I entered the room, a smell came to my nose-daffodils were in bloom! I hurried out to call my family, and all three of us greedily breathed the scent of daffodils-this situation lasted until the flowers withered.

I still remember the first time I rode a bike. You learned to skate quickly, but you are afraid to ride it-if you accidentally fall down, you will be embarrassed. 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 every time I let the fish eat well. For the sake of the lives of several fish, my father told me not to feed them too much food at a time, or they would die. I did as my father said and found that the fish swam more happily. During the exam, I was too busy reviewing to feed the fish. After the exam, I came 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 the fish tank. I took care of them carefully and tried my best not to let the "tragedy" repeat itself.

The first time is good, isn't it? May everyone cherish the first time.

(2)

Cooking for my mother for the first time

Zhao Jin

Ah! It's half past five in the morning. Why is there no mother cooking in the kitchen? I got dressed and came to the kitchen curiously. Where is my mother? I turned and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying in bed. I can tell from the painful expression on her face that she is ill. Dad hasn't come back from work yet. What should I do? At this time, my mother said weakly to me, "The rice is ready, so eat it while it is hot!" "

I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I can't help but think of the scene where my mother invites me to dinner every morning-my mother cooks hot and delicious meals and puts 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 will cook for my mother! I poured the rice into the frying spoon at the beginning, lit the gas, and then 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 in the frying spoon is burnt. No matter how much, I quickly heated the dish again. After a while, the food was hot. I put the food in the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of cucumber slices completely disappeared. 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. I just gently put the food on the table beside my mother's bed and said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " "My mother was surprised at first, and soon a smile 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 how 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. "This makes my heart very happy. After my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and not very delicious, my mother nodded and said, "It's delicious! "

After dinner, I packed my dishes and went to school against the rising sun. Not far away, I suddenly remembered an important thing, 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) First place in composition.

There are many firsts in childhood. They are like those little stars in the vast universe. One of the stars is the brightest, which is a good memory of my first award-winning composition.

On a sunny day in March in Wan Li, I was absorbed in my class when the teacher suddenly said that there was a letter for me in his office and asked 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 pieces of paper 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 also painted a trophy with a sky-blue background. At this time, I slowly opened the note and saw a few lines "Your work" Plum Blossom Introduction 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 won the fourth prize!" " "I don't know which classmate took these two letters and notes, so I read the contents of the letter 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 I got to school, I hurried home 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.

Take the stage for the first time

Everyone has unforgettable things, so do I.

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.

When my mother took me for the first time, I burst into tears 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 at once. From then on, I 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 we should select 18 students to participate." As soon as the teacher finished speaking, I sighed deeply, because I am the youngest here. However, I am very happy and confident in myself, because I am 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 stage, facing so many audiences for the first time. At this time, the music began, and we immediately went to the stage to dance. 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 a wave.

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

There are snacks everywhere in Shanghai. My mother and I couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and decided to try it.

I came to the Le Francis Blackwell Forbes Plaza Food Center in the city center. I saw it was crowded and there were many people eating! There are not only many people but also many meals here, 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 name 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 the raw and cooked ones in sixteen small disks. How can I eat them?

We are in trouble with a series of things. Just when they were at their wits' end, I found that another person had ordered the same dish. I saw him put all the dishes in the small plate into the hot thick soup, and we did the same 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 the contents of the bowl with chopsticks, and we began to stir. After painting a ladle, I smelled an attractive fragrance slowly coming out. I put some "silver bars" in my mouth and tasted them. Oh, it is delicious. The first bite made me addicted. I picked up the delicious food inside and wolfed it down.

Soon after, a big bowl of delicious food was eaten up by my mother and me. I patted my bulging belly and said, oh, what a hit! Finally, after consulting the waiter, we know that this delicious name is "crossing the bridge rice noodles", which is a famous food in Yunnan.

(6)

The first composition published in the newspaper

Sending a language newspaper is what I look forward to most. I used to contribute to Chinese newspapers, and I have been looking forward to my article being published in Chinese newspapers! The Chinese newspaper was published 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 is self-reliance and self-improvement"? Isn't this the title of the article I contributed? My heart lifted and I was very excited. I doubt whether the published article is really my article. I was afraid I would be happy for a while, so I looked at the author again. Yes, this is my name. I'm 80% sure. I'd better be careful There are many people with the same name and surname as me. Last time there was a report about Liu Chang, I was ecstatic, but I almost fainted when I looked at the content. I have many such empty and happy experiences.

"Ah ah! ! ! "I screamed three times and jumped three feet. "My composition is in the newspaper!" "Excitement and excitement occupied my heart. The students also came around and asked me if I was true or not. " Don't you believe it? "I'm obviously a little angry, but I still can't restrain my joy. I feel happier than ever. My classmates praised me, praised me ... I was a little carried away. But I woke up soon, and I thought: no pains, no gains. I successfully submitted my manuscript because it took me a certain amount of time and energy. Of course, the composition in our class is well written and there are many talents! But why don't they donate? This reminds me that we need to pay attention to the things around us in life. I read almost every issue of Chinese newspapers carefully, so I read those articles carefully, such as soliciting contributions and enlightenment. I seized the opportunity and succeeded. In other words, if all the students contribute, the joy of success will not be shared by me alone, so I have nothing to be proud of. When I saw my article being reported, it had become the past, and the glory and pride of the past meant nothing to me. Everything starts from scratch, stands at a new starting point and makes persistent efforts.

When I published my composition in the newspaper for the first time, I understood that there is a natural reward for giving, and only by daring to fight can I win. I finally tasted the sweetness of contributing, which not only made me more confident, but also improved my writing enthusiasm. It's killing two birds with one stone!

(7)

Riding a bike for the first time

Everyone has many firsts in his life, including the first flight, the first magic trick and the first time ... but the most unforgettable thing about my first time is my first time riding a bike.

I remember at that time, I was very envious of my uncles and aunts who rode bicycles back and forth in the street. I dream that I can have a bicycle of my own, and I also have superb car-making skills.

When I was in grade one, my mother bought a new bike, and I couldn't put it down. The first thing I do after school every afternoon is to learn cycling with my mother's help.

At first, my mother helped me behind the car. I rode on the beam, pedaled hard with my feet, and gripped the handlebar with both hands. I am slow and fast, and I can't balance. I'm always afraid of falling, and I'm sweating with nervousness. Slowly, I am less nervous and have some skills. I can turn around, but I still dare not let my mother give up. Encouraged by my mother, I dare to sit in the car seat and try to step on it slowly. Ha, it turns out that riding a bike is not that difficult! I turned around and just wanted to tell my mother how I felt. I didn't realize that my mother was behind the car a long time ago. She stood not far away and looked at me and smiled! It doesn't matter at first glance. I panicked. How can I do it without my mother's help? After that, as soon as my hands are loose, my legs are soft and confused, I will "throw the car over", my clothes are torn, my hands and legs are scratched, the blood on my hands is slowly oozing out, tears are dripping down, 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 time, 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, your mother did the same thing, secretly giving up and giving you a chance to learn to walk independently. Although you fell down many times, you learned to walk in front of other children of the same age. I will always help you walk, and you will never dare to let go. So is riding a bike. I want to help you ride all the time, and you will never dare to let go of me. 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 healed, let's continue to learn, shall we? " 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. In a few days, I will be able to walk around 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 I am willing to climb, many things will grind. Self-confidence is the best friend of success. My mother taught me to walk, ride a bike and be a man.