At noon on Sunday, my father said he would take me fishing. Hearing this, I was so happy that I quickly helped my father prepare fishing gear together. Ten minutes passed and the fishing gear was ready. My father and I came to the river south of Changshan River. The scenery there is beautiful, and occasionally you can hear the sound of water, as if you were in the ocean of music. My father and I found an empty seat and took out the fishing rod and bait. I saw dad skillfully put the bait on the hook, then threw the fishing rod and the fishing line into the distance. The bait cut through the water and sank into the water, and the river suddenly rippled. I also threw the hook with the bait into the water as my father did.

One minute, two minutes and three minutes passed, and my fish didn't move at all. Dad had caught a fish, and my mood suddenly became anxious. But I'm still waiting.

Ten minutes later, my float was still silent, and my father had caught five fish. At this time, I shouted impatiently, "I don't fish!" " "

Dad looked at me as if he understood my mind and said kindly, "Pumbaa, fishing, like being a man, requires perseverance to succeed." You can't give up halfway, just like weaving. If you don't knit halfway, won't the previous work be done in vain? " Hearing this, I regained my confidence and continued fishing. Many things happen, and I finally caught a big, fat fish.

Through this fishing, I got a revelation: everything can't be half-hearted, only perseverance can do things well.

500-word composition on fishing in the second primary school.

I am a child who loves fishing. As long as there is no homework during the holidays, I will go fishing by the nearby river with a small bucket and a bag of earthworms. It's a Saturday morning and the air is very fresh. My father and I came to the clear river to fish with a happy mood. We quickly put in the bait, and at the same time threw the hook into the far side of the river and sat on the floor, waiting for the fish to bite.

After waiting for nearly 30 minutes, the shadow of the fish still didn't surface. I was a little impatient, but I looked at my father and remained motionless, staring at the water with rapt attention. "Damn fish," I whispered angrily. Changed several places in a row, and the fish didn't bite. I threw the bucket on the ground angrily. "It's over," I said with a lost face. I looked up at the distance and sighed. At this time, one of my father's big carp was hooked. With the sound of "wow", I finally woke up from a dream and realized my own problems. So I picked up the bucket again, went back to the river, threw the fishing rod into the water, and waited patiently as usual. Twenty minutes have passed, but it seems to me that I have survived half a severe winter. The fish still doesn't bite. At this time, the strong sunshine scorched me, the sweat flowed down, my hands and feet were numb, but I still gritted my teeth.

Many things happen. With my tenacious endurance and perseverance, the fish seemed to be shocked by my spirit and took the bait softly. "Haha, I still have more endurance than you." I clapped my hands happily and cried.

This little thing made me deeply understand one sentence: constancy is success, constancy is victory.

Three primary and secondary schools fishing inspired composition 500 words.

On Sunday, my father took me fishing. When I came to the river, my father briefly told me how to fish, then gave me a fishing rod and some bait, and then sat down to catch fish. I followed my father's example, put the bait on the hook, and then threw the line out hard. Next, I waited for the fish to bite. However, five minutes passed and nothing happened. I think: it's only been five minutes, it's still early, wait a little longer. After another five minutes, nothing was found. I thought: What happened to these fish today? Did they know I was fishing and deliberately didn't take the bait? I turned my head to look at my father, only to see that he looked carefree, as if he didn't care about the fish biting the hook at all. I have to wait.

As time goes by, I become more and more impatient. I looked around, scratching left and touching right. I'm still thinking: it seems that I'm not a good fisherman, so I can't get anything today. Forget it, don't fish, let's go to the edge to play. Dad seemed to see through my mind and said to me earnestly, "son, do you think fishing is so easy?" It needs your confidence, patience and perseverance. Without these, you'll never catch fish. Dad brought you fishing today to test you. How, can you accept the challenge? " When I heard my father say this, I refused to admit defeat: "Of course, Dad, just wait and see. I will definitely hand in a satisfactory answer sheet for you today."

I asked my father to give me some advice on how to fish, so I sat quietly and waited. Ten minutes later, the float moved slightly. I knew the fish was coming to bite the hook, so I concentrated on staring at the float. After a while, the float suddenly sank. It is too early to say this. I lifted the fishing rod hard, and boy, a one-pound carp hung on the hook. I couldn't control my excitement and shouted, "Dad, look, I caught a fish!" " "Dad asked me how I felt, and I said," Fishing requires confidence, patience and perseverance. ""Is that all? "Dad asked." Of course, that's not all. You must have confidence, patience and perseverance in everything to succeed. "Say that finish, my father and I both laughed.

A 500-word composition about fishing in the fourth grade of primary school.

This semester, we learned the text "Inspiration of Fishing". What impressed me most was that morality is just a simple question of right and wrong, but it is very difficult to practice. Because I didn't have time to catch bass, I caught bass in the book. Although I won't be found, under my father's strict education, I put the caught bass back into the lake, and I passed the moral test.

When I was in grade three, I experienced such a thing. One day, the teacher checked the homework and I turned it over. Shit! I forgot to ask my mother to sign it because of too much homework yesterday. A classmate said, "Let me sign it for you. I forgot to sign it before, but my handwriting is still bad. When I don't want my parents to see it, I will sign it myself. " I hesitated. If I don't sign, I will confiscate the little red flower, but if the teacher finds out, it will be more serious ... my mind is in chaos and the two little people are in a mess. That classmate can't wait and keeps urging him. My decisive answer: "No need."

It's my turn I went over and said, "teacher, I forgot to sign my name yesterday." Not next time. " The teacher smiled and said, "You are the first child to admit your mistake. I will give you a little red flower. "

Facts have proved that admitting mistakes is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you don't want to admit it.

Five small fishing enlightenment composition 500 words

I happened to be ten years old that year. One day, my parents are going to take me fishing in the fishing village. I was particularly excited after hearing the news. I run around all the time. Finally, I'm ready to go. We took fishing gear and drove to the fishing village. An hour's journey has passed and we haven't reached the fishing village yet. Sitting in the car, I seem to be very upset. I eagerly asked my father why he hadn't arrived yet. My dad saw me like this and taught me a lesson, saying, you have to calm down. If you can't calm down when fishing, you can't fish well! Dad was talking, talking and talking, and the fishing village arrived.

We put away the fishing rod and bait, then lift the fishing rod and throw the fishing line. But as a novice, I can't throw the fishing line too far. I practiced for a long time, and even thought about giving up halfway because I was upset. I have practiced for many times, but I don't know how many times my fingers have been hooked by the fishhook and my skin has been scraped. It hurts. I can finally throw away the fishing line and I can finally start fishing. My eyes were fixed on the buoy floating on the water for five minutes, ten minutes ... After half an hour, the buoy was completely motionless. The more I waited, the more anxious I became. I stamped heavily on the ground to vent my anger ... It was time to go home, but I still didn't catch any fish. Alas, it's a pity that my father also caught several fish, which makes me envy!

Seeing me like this, my father came over and passed me by, chanting: "Meditation makes people succeed, impatience makes people fail!" " "Suddenly, I feel like a kitten in a cat fishing story. Always half-hearted, impatient, and finally can't do anything. Only when we are willing to calm down and treat everything in life can we succeed.