My story composition I am a lively and cheerful girl, but I am born with a boy's character. I don't like my mother braiding my hair and wearing a skirt. So from small to large, my hairstyle is naturally short hair, which looks refreshing and energetic. Since the second grade, I have been exposed to some sports, such as badminton, table tennis and swimming. In grandpa's words, these sports have exceeded the ability of 1 1 year-old girls and can be compared with high school students. Later, I also learned roller skating. At first, although I could stand up, I couldn't walk. I staggered as soon as I walked up, as if a gust of wind was blowing and I was about to fall down. I'm not afraid of falling. I get up when I fall, and I'm not afraid of pain at all. After repeated practice, I finally learned it, and even the coach said it was good. Because I am outgoing, I will play with boys. Another boring afternoon. I saw a group of boys roller skating in the community, so they went roller skating and asked them to let me join.

But they thought I was a girl and didn't want to play with me. They also threatened to skate with me as long as I skated faster than one of them. They sent a boy who was a little taller than me to compete with me, and it was stipulated to skate three times to see who would run to the finish line first. The game started, and I passed the boy first. The boy next to him booed: "Don't push it, let's end it!"! You can't do it, give it up! " I ignored them and tried to get rid of the people behind me. With half a lap left, I will be caught up by that boy. I quickly turned a corner and then sprinted. Finally, I won the game two or three meters faster than my opponent. The boys were dumbfounded, so they had to take me to play in order to keep their promise. Boys don't understand why sometimes I am better than them. That's because I firmly believe that girls are no worse than boys.

Chapter Two: The Story of Growth () Composition

Selected composition: The story of growth () The story of growth is like the stars in the sky, countless. But one star is the brightest and brightest. Every time I see the books on that bookcase, I think of my father's deep love. Because my father had a hard time buying it. It was a reading month, and the school advised every student to buy a reading series that touched China students. When I got home, my father and I went to the bookstore to buy books. The salesman told me that the books had been sold out. Since then, we have traveled all over the nearby book cities, large and small, and returned empty-handed. At that time, I flew into a rage and followed my father home angrily. When I got home, I sat there without saying a word and bulging. Dad saw it and came to comfort me and said, don't be sad. Dad will definitely buy it for you. Say that finish, then go out. At night, I lie awake in bed, thinking: Will Dad buy me books? I fell asleep thinking about it. The next day, when I woke up, I suddenly found a pile of books on the bedside. At this time, dad came in with a smile and said, get up quickly, the book has been bought with you, go to school! Later, I learned from my mother that my father walked a long way to buy me that set of books and didn't even eat dinner. After listening to it, I feel my nose is sour. Suddenly, I remembered Luo Yung's famous saying: True happiness is hard to see with two eyes: True happiness lies in what is invisible. Yes, on the road of growing up, I thank my father for loving me like a mountain and accompanying me along the way. Grade one: spend the full moon on ice