In daily study, work and life, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are all familiar with writing. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is what I carefully arranged. It was a failed attempt to write 4 words. Welcome to read and collect. It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 1

From an early age, I was very timid: I was afraid of snakes, cats, mice, roosters, and even more afraid of caterpillars, especially millipedes. I always turn pale at the smell of it. Millipede, black and yellow body, dense feet, I tremble at the sight, lest I avoid it.

Because I live in the countryside, millipedes start to make waves every summer, and it can always be seen in the fields and in the middle of highways. Today, however, I am going to serve my fear and conquer millipedes.

This day, I was reading in the yard, and I happened to meet a guy who scared me-millipede. It's up to me to meet the brave in the narrow road and win. I picked up a pair of chopsticks and followed them ... for more than ten minutes, I finally reached a no-man's land. I raised my chopsticks and prepared for a quick victory. But after I made all the preparations, it disappeared. Hum, it dared to tease me.

I finally saw it in a grass nest. When I was ready to attack, it was lying on the mound and sleeping lazily. It's good that it didn't find me. "It's dead!" Thinking of me, I picked up a fast stone and threw it at it. I actually hit it. Its curled-up body suddenly bounced back, which really startled me. I slammed it with a stone again and it stopped moving. But I still dare not go near ...

I finally overcame my fear. I picked up the chopsticks and reached for them with lightning speed, but my hands trembled. Just when I was proud, I saw its body magically swinging again. I was so scared that I threw it into the grass with chopsticks and it and ran home as fast as I could.

This attempt to conquer millipedes failed, but I also know what I should learn and do. Maybe I should dare to think that I should learn, and dare to do that is what I should do. It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 2

In summer, I like swimming in my hometown's stream in my swimsuit best, and so is this summer.

"Hua Hua, Hua Hua" I gently walked down the steps and into the stream in the joyful song of the stream. All of a sudden, my feet were on the smooth pebbles, and the clear and transparent stream suddenly reached my waist. It was really comfortable! So, I played here.

swimming, I suddenly saw my friends jump into the stream from the shore like fish, so I wanted to try it.

I climbed ashore and chose a position facing a flat stone at the bottom of the water. "Three, two, one, take off!" " I meditated in my mind, and I jumped, but I didn't feel the coolness I imagined, only my feet hurt. "Wow!" My loud cry and the splash of water sounded together. I suddenly lay down in the stream. I quickly got up from the stream and sat down on the steps.

at this time, I am very embarrassed, my hair is wet and there is sand in the middle. My legs are clear, too, and I'm bleeding.

I was so angry that I hurried into the water to look for something that made my leg clear. It turned out to be the ghost that was pounded by the flat stone. What I saw on the shore was an illusion, but in fact it was sharp.

I jumped up and kicked the stone hard with my foot. This just relieved, slowly climbed ashore.

Failure is the mother of success. What I see is superficial illusion, and it's all my fault for being careless. It seems that we can't take everything at face value, but I have to look at reality! That's what I think. It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 3

People often say, "Failure is the mother of success". I have experienced a failure, that is my own experience of growing a small soybean.

once in a science class, the teacher told me how to grow plants, so I wanted to have a try.

first of all, I need to prepare some materials, a glass, some cotton and small soybeans. I need a glass. I happen to have one at home. What about cotton? It suddenly occurred to me that there seems to be small soybeans in the field next to me, so it's easy to find them. There are many at home.

Now I start planting. First, I put some cotton in the glass, then I bury the small soybeans, and finally I put some water in it. After everything is done, I will wait for it to take root and grow up.

A few days later, the small soybean sprouted, and I picked it up and looked at it. After another day, the small soybean sprouted bigger and turned green. When I didn't look at it for several days, it had grown into a small plant with a height of 6-7 cm. However, from the glass, I saw many white bugs crawling out. I was very afraid of bugs, but I felt particularly uncomfortable at the thought that my little plant would be eaten. I summoned up my courage and wiped out the bugs one by one with my fingers, but there were still a steady stream of bugs crawling out. So, I began to think of ways. Pesticide? My house doesn't have it and it's dangerous. Fire? No, small plants will be burned, flooded? I think so. Drowning bugs and drinking water for small plants.

In this way, I started the "water attack", but the result was completely different from what I expected. Not only did I not drown bugs, but I also drowned small plants. I was very sad.

Although I am sad that I failed to plant small soybeans this time, I have gained experience and will plant them better and longer next time! It was a failed attempt to write 4 words. 4

Whenever you do something, only two words will become the final result: success or failure. Failure is not necessarily terrible, you can learn from it and you will succeed next time.

My first attempt was when I was eight years old. Whenever I saw my mother cooking, I always said, "Mom, I want to learn to cook, too." "You're too young. Mom will teach you when you grow up, okay?" Mom always answers me like this.

once, I was too tired to watch TV, and my mother was just resting. I had a brainwave and suddenly had a bold idea. I want to cook a meal. On second thought, I'd better try frying an egg first!

I first put a small stool in front of the stage and an egg. Then I turned on the fire and followed my mother's example. I first poured some oil, sprinkled some salt in it, then beat the egg into the pot, and finally closed the lid. I thought about it. Mom usually takes a while to open the lid. So, I went out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to find out if there were any good TV programs. I was so fascinated that I forgot the eggs in the pot. One minute, five minutes, ten minutes passed ... Mom smelled a burning smell after getting up and asked, "Did you fry something?" I just came to my senses, "Yes, I'm still frying eggs!" My mother and I ran into the kitchen, and my mother turned off the fire and poured water into the pot, which solved the problem.

My mother scolded me for this. Although I failed, I still gained something. I will definitely do better in cooking next time. It was a failed attempt. 4 words 5

People have made many attempts in their life, and the one that impressed me the most is failure.

every year, I go back to my hometown, and the pear tree greets me every time. I like pear blossoms very much, so when I returned to my hometown last year, I saw the pears on the table and quickly asked my grandfather, "Grandpa! What kind of pears do you grow? " "Of course, it is planted with pear cores. Ah!" Grandpa answered me immediately. I quickly peeled off the pear and began to chew it. In a short time, I chewed the pear to the core. I dried the pear core, then chose a good place, gently put the pear core into the soil and buried it. For a month in my hometown, at first I watered the pears every hour. One day, I realized that I could only come back for one month a year, and the pear tree might die of thirst while I was away. In order to ensure that the pear tree would not run out of water after I returned to the city, I greatly shortened the time and watered it every ten minutes.

I returned to the city a month later and forgot all about the pear tree. A few weeks later, my mother told me that she needed to go back to her hometown for something. I said I would go back together, too. At first, my mother didn't agree. After my dead pestering, my mother reluctantly agreed.

in the car, I kept thinking, what has become of my pear tree? Turned into a sapling? Turned into a small tree? Or flowers or even fruits? When I returned to my hometown, I found there were no pears, no saplings, let alone pears.

I ran to my grandfather and said, why didn't my pear core sprout? Grandpa laughed and said, "Baby, how can you always water it?" It is estimated to have rotted away. "

After this incident, every time I want to plant saplings, I will first ask my elders what to do to do better. This is really a failed attempt! It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 6

On Sunday, I tried to cook a meal, so I took out a lot of ingredients from the refrigerator.

because it's the first time to cook, we should have a basic poached egg first. Pour some oil first, and when the oil is hot, it makes a "beep" sound, and I suddenly throw the egg down. Next thing I know, I threw the egg with the belt shell. Turned into fried crispy eggs. I made a new one, and it's going to turn over when it's cooked. I followed the example of a chef and threw the egg up, but I threw it too hard, and the poached egg flew up and stuck to the ceiling.

I finally gave up poached eggs and had a bowl of braised pork. My grandmother always says, "I've been stewing this bowl of meat for two hours, and I'll try it. So I fried the meat in oil, added a bowl of water, and added soy sauce, salt and onions. I read with peace of mind. After a while, I suddenly smelled a burning smell. I ran to see that the meat was black and turned into a pile of coal. I had to pour it into the trash can and wash the pot again and again.

Let's have a bowl of egg drop soup. After adding three or four bowls of water, I beat the egg drop. I fought hard with a chopstick in my left hand and a bowl in my right hand. The sound of "tinkling" seemed to be a kitchen March, which made people feel relaxed and happy. However, after falling the egg drop, I found that it had become an omelet and the soup had already been cooked.

what a pity! It's really a failed attempt. You must learn more from your mother next time. It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 7

In the long river of memory, there are countless things that either make you happy or make you sad. They are like stones in this long river. With the length of time, some may be washed away, while others will remain in the long river of memory forever.

Now, what I want to talk about is something that stays in my memory and refuses to leave.

On the morning of my holiday, I tried my best to open my sleepy eyes. I opened the door and looked at it, only to find that there was no one at home. Instead, I saw a note on the table. When I opened it, it read: Son, mom has something to do today, so she won't go home at noon. Breakfast is ready and put on the table. Remember to eat when you wake up. Make your own lunch!

when I saw this note, I thought to myself: I'm just cooking. Who wouldn't? What should I do to eat? Just make my favorite tomato and egg noodles!

I take out two eggs, a tomato, a handful of noodles, and then a clean bowl. I held the bowl in my left hand and touched the egg on the table with my right hand. I didn't want the egg to be broken, but it was all spilled on my hand. I started again, several times in a row, but it still didn't work. I think: I'd better deal with the tomatoes first, but the result is not satisfactory, and my finger is broken. At this time, I realized how hard my mother cooks every time.

I made up my mind that I must do it well. I learned the above lesson and thought about what my mother did every time. I came step by step and finally made it. Although it's not as delicious as my mother's, it's the result of my own labor. It tastes good. I'll do better next time.

after this incident, I understand how to see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. As long as I try, I will succeed. It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 8

On Sunday morning, as soon as I woke up from a hazy sleep, I smelled a burst of fragrance. I got dressed and wanted to find out.

as soon as I came to the kitchen, I saw my mother cooking noodles, and suddenly I wanted to learn how to cook noodles.

"Mom, will you teach me how to cook noodles?" I turned my pleading eyes to my mother.

Mom said, "Well, I'll teach you if you are so sincere."

"First, light a gas stove and put a proper amount of water in the pot; Then, when the water boils, put the noodles in, and wait for about five minutes, and the noodles will be cooked. " Mom said in detail.

I said with a grain of salt, "It's that simple?"

Mom said, "It sounds easier said than done. Please try it."

Mother fished out the freshly cooked noodles and tasted them with relish.

I lit the gas stove and put half a pot of water in the pot. I waited and waited, but the water never boiled. So I was in a hurry. I grabbed a handful of noodles and put them in the pot before the water boiled. After a long time, clouds of white gas came out of the pot, which was warm.

finally, the noodles were almost cooked. I fished it out and took a bite. It was sticky and tasteless.

"it tastes terrible." I spit out the noodles in my mouth.

mom said, "how's it going? Not easy to cook, right? "

I lowered my head.

Although the noodles I cooked are not delicious at all, I have learned from them that everything looks easy, but the actual operation is difficult! It was a failed attempt to write 4 words 9

Grandma's home is in the countryside. I always go to Grandma's home on holidays, and almost all my holidays are spent in Grandma's home.

that winter vacation, I went to grandma's house again. It was snowing heavily that day, grandma went out, and mom and dad went to other people's homes, leaving me alone at home. It's very cold in the room, so my mother should be burning a fire at this time. But mom left, and I can't make a fire, so the room is extremely cold. I put on my coat and covered myself with a thick layer of bedding, trying to keep myself warm, but to no avail, I was still shivering with cold.

finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to light the fire myself. I tried to remember every step of my mother's fire. I first put some wood and some kindling matches into the stove, and then picked up the matches. They didn't light with a bang, but they didn't light with a bang. Finally, I scratched again and saw a flame coming out. I quickly put the match on the top of the kindling, which was on fire, but