Last summer vacation, our family took a plane to the beautiful Hainan Island, and this time I came for only one purpose --- diving.
In order to realize my desire of diving, my parents chose Wuzhizhou Island, Sanya, which is the most suitable for diving. As soon as I arrived at Wuzhizhou Island, I eagerly asked the staff on the island to take us to the diving center. I quickly changed into a diving suit and carried a heavy oxygen bottle on my back. At this time, I feel nervous and excited, I don't know what diving is like. Next, we're going to dive.
The coach took us diving one-on-one and taught us diving gestures. After a short period of adjustment, the coach began to dive under my shoulder.
As soon as I enter the sea floor, my eyes suddenly brighten, and my heart suddenly brightens. The scenery on the sea floor is so beautiful -- all kinds of corals; colorful starfish; vivid fish. With the clear sea water, isn't it a beautiful picture? Just as I was full of emotion about the beautiful scenery, waves of heartfelt pain broke through my ears. I was immediately panicked and made a rising gesture to the coach. As soon as the coach saw it, he helped me out of the water. I told him the situation. He said it was because of the water pressure. I had to hold my nose and blow up my cheeks. composition
At this time, I didn't feel excited when I first came here. I was a bit discouraged to think that my ears would suffer again. But again, diving is my dream for many years. I haven't appreciated much of the beautiful underwater world. How can I retreat? So, I summoned up the courage to dive again. After a while, when I got to the deep water area, my ears hurt again. I gritted my teeth and tried the coach's method. I pinched my nose and tried my best to breathe. Wow, it's almost ready. I can enjoy the beauty of the sea again.
Happy time is always fleeting, my short diving career is coming to an end. When I came out of the water, looking at the blue sky and the white clouds, it was really a kind of 'clear sky, a crane on the cloud, it led poetry to the blue sky. 'it's a great feeling. At this time, the staff timely took a precious picture for me. composition
In the picture, I laugh so brightly. Yes, that is my smile of joy when I overcome difficulties. This smile is a milestone in my life. Whenever I think about it, I always smile, and the scene of swimming freely on the bottom of the sea comes to my eyes. The beautiful coral and starfish & hellip; & hellip; I finally feel happy. I have tasted the taste of success. There are all kinds of food, sweet and sour. People have endless aftertaste after tasting, but have you ever tasted the self taste of success. Today, I finally realized how happy I am when I succeed.
I'm a poor student. I don't get many awards at the end of the semester. But I was surprised by the ceremony.
The graduation ceremony began, and the whole school sat together. First of all, let's talk about the traffic safety knowledge from a police officer. We are supposed to stay safe during the summer vacation. Then talk to the headmaster & hellip; & hellip; ah! Finally, it's time to present a certificate. I hope I can get a prize! But my performance is not good, which white to a certificate, the more I think, the more I have no confidence in me. 'next is the excellent class award & hellip; & hellip;, and then & hellip; & hellip;. 'the more she said it, the more I thought, 'I don't have this prize.'
After a long time, Yijing said dozens of awards. The final prize is the national 1 + 1 Composition Award! Such a high-level award is certainly not my share. It seems that there is no certificate this semester. 'I thought. 'the national gold awards are & hellip; & hellip;, the national silver awards are & hellip; & hellip;, and the bronze awards are & hellip; & hellip; 'this is a sudden call to my name. I was surprised when I stopped. I thought to myself: did I hear you, or did she order the wrong & hellip; & hellip;. A series of ideas came into my mind. I was stunned for a moment, and then followed the students who won the bronze medal to the podium. I was both happy and surprised. The teacher gave me the award-winning certificate. I was very happy with it. My composition won the bronze award of national 1 + 1 composition. This is the first award-winning Certificate in my life. Although it's a bronze award, I feel a sense of success with it. This kind of taste is more aftertaste than sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. composition
I finally tasted the taste of success this time. Its taste is more likable and yearning than any food. After that, I will work harder, get more awards and taste more success. Huayuan primary school five that time, I tasted the taste of "rain", she said, rain is the tears of the day, thunder is the sound of heartbreak, it is called heartbreak rain.
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It seems that it has been a long time. It seems like a long time ago.
'how are you? 'I picked up the receiver and thought about this sentence that I had read many times in my heart, but I didn't have the courage. My mouth seemed to contain too many precipitated tears. composition
Once we were so happy, so unbridled. We can eat Alps while listening to songs; we can cry and laugh together. Those days are still in my mind. I don't know. Do you remember? Perhaps, everything is like the lyrics' I miss, don't miss, Miss also can't go back to the past '.
It's raining harder and harder, and my memory is getting deeper and deeper. composition
Some people say that people who will get wet must be very lonely. Remember, at that time we like to lose the umbrella, walk or run in the rain. You know what? Actually, it was my first time to get wet. It is said that the rain is tasteless, but there are too many inexplicable taste in the rain that day. You said, you like rain, a kind of unreasonable like.
Later, just know, in fact, that day in the rain, you cry. You have never let people see your sadness, even I have never seen. Maybe, only rain can heal you. At that time, I wanted to be a raindrop, even if my life was only a few minutes short. Because then I can see your tears and share your sorrow.
The rain came and went quickly.
You return to the smiling you, trying to cover up their own vulnerability and loneliness.
Tears, turning into butterflies, stop in the heart of the field & hellip; & hellip;
Your walk, like this rain, does not leave a trace, but increases some helplessness and sadness. What I left behind is not only memories, but also memories. I don't ask you to keep anything for me, just ask you to be good, very good, very good.
The sky is as silent as death, its blue and its truth are covered by haze. Is the haze in the sky your sorrow or my sorrow?
Rain, is the interpretation of loneliness & hellip; & hellip; the taste, let a person pain to suffocate. When it rained, I said: 'it's crying! '
Mengna, I have tasted the taste of success. Everyone has experienced many things since landing in this world. Everything has a different taste, and every thing has a deep feeling, which is remembered in my heart. In one's life, there are success and failure, but the probability of success is very small. So success is rare. The taste of success is bitter, sweet or sour. All these are a mystery before success. It was only when I tasted the taste of success in the fifth grade that I solved this mystery.
In the fifth grade, I participated in the third national primary school students' composition competition under the guidance of my teacher. As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning", I really realized this time. At first, I typed the first draft and handed it to the teacher. After the teacher reviewed it, he asked me to continue to revise it. In this way, I revised it one after another. I don't know how many times, but I still have to continue to revise it. I suddenly had an idea: "give up", and I wanted to cry for one after another modification. My parents encouraged me: "to do one thing, we should try our best to achieve the final goal. With the encouragement of teachers and parents, I decided to continue to work hard, from school in the afternoon to more than 10 o'clock in the evening. Finally, my composition passed the teacher and took part in the competition. I'm looking forward to winning the prize. Finally, a letter came and I won the first prize! At that moment, the joy and excitement in my heart could not be expressed in words. At this time, I know the taste of success, is sweet and sour.
On the road to success, we will encounter setbacks, which is sour; in order to succeed, we will make more efforts, which is bitter; when we succeed, we will feel extremely happy, which is sweet.
I tasted the taste of success, but also realized that only pay, there will be a return. Composition I tasted the taste of happiness, I tasted the taste of happiness
Happiness, for 5-year-old me, what a profound word it is! I often ask my mother, "what is happiness? Is he good? " At this time, my mother will always fondle my head, gently said: "you will taste him one day." "Oh, really?"
I remember that winter, my friends and I were playing in my grandmother's yard. It's a lot of fun for everyone.
All of a sudden, I saw my grandmother wearing an apron calling me from afar: "good granddaughter, come here! Grandma heated the soymilk. Come and have a taste As soon as the words fell, everyone cheered and ran to grandma composition
We sat in a small circle and surrounded grandma in the middle. One person was holding a small porcelain bowl in his hand, waiting for grandma to scoop up soybean milk for us. Grandma slowly, said: "don't worry, one by one!" One by one, the side of the hair with soy milk.
Looking at the white soybean milk "Hua" to pour into the bowl, the heat straight toward my cold face, that greedy energy yo! Can't wait to take a big bite! composition
"Gudong, Gudong" drank several mouthfuls at a time. It was so sweet and fragrant! Soybean milk that heat, spray up, I feel the temperature, face ah, hand ah become warm. I don't know why. I feel warm in my heart.
Grandma asked, "is it good?" Everyone answered with one voice: "it's delicious." I said in a sweet voice: "the soy milk made by grandma is the best!" Grandma laughed, very pleased to smile. In the wrinkles around her eyes, I saw a kind of inexplicable moving, let me happy. Grandma asked with a smile: "do you want to drink?" "Yes! Yes Everyone rushed around grandma, holding her apron and holding the bowl high
Soymilk is white, the snow around is white; soymilk is sweet, our smile is sweet. The steaming heat slowly rises into the blue sky, into the sun, sprinkles a piece of winter warmth, shines on the heart, warm.
Grandfather hobbled up, squinted and said with a smile: "ha ha, granddaughter is so happy!"
I suddenly surprised, happiness?! Oh, so this is happiness
Grew up, and a few friends meet in the summer streets, wearing suspender vest, hand in hand strolling.
I don't know who said, "it's so hot. How about a popsicle?" And they all poured into a cold drink shop.
Friends line up, each with an ice cream, licking and skipping.
Ice cream is delicious and sweet