Revise my excellent composition.

Everyone has been exposed to writing in study, work and life. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my excellent composition carefully arranged and revised. Welcome to read the collection.

That was the first time I changed my excellent composition 1, and I don't know where those senses have fled. Confusion became the beginning of my mistake. From then on, I went there for a nap as if I were possessed. I don't know why, it seems to have great attraction. Maybe there is a magnetic field under it!

After the start of school, the lack of time gradually alienated me from this place that was not suitable for me. But, go to the internet cafe for a while that day? "After the school bell rang, I pushed open the door of the Internet cafe. As soon as I got back to the classroom, I was called by the physics teacher. I didn't know until I reported to the office that what I did at noon was seen by the physics teacher. When the teacher asked me, I felt very ashamed and just wanted to stuff myself into the cracks in the wall. I'm getting more and more scared because I know there will be more reports.

I studied for myself early the next day and came later than expected. When the head teacher's hand fell on my face, I just wanted to ask her forgiveness, because I let the person I respected the most down. I hate myself, that slap left a deep mark on my heart, and I broke her heart. At that moment, I swear.

This Spring Festival, we went to see her and talked. I am proud to tell her that I have never been to an Internet cafe again!

I will remember that man's slap all my life!

This winter vacation, through application and interview, I finally became a small reporter of Nanjing Morning Post. The first time I put on my work vest, hung my press card and held an interview book, I haven't forgotten the sweet taste in my heart today.

Looking back, I have made two good changes since I became a small reporter:

First, I used to dawdle when writing a composition. After I finished writing, I quickly closed the book and everything would be fine. However, after becoming a small reporter, the editor always asks us to publish as soon as possible and choose the best person after each interview or collection. So every time I finish my activities, I will take the initiative to sit in front of the computer and write a manuscript as soon as I get home. Sometimes interviews are so rich that I can write 700 words in one breath. After writing, I will revise it again and again, and then send it to the editor. I have published five articles this semester.

Second, as long as I had the opportunity to surf the Internet, I couldn't help playing games for a while. Now that you have the opportunity to surf the Internet, you must go to the home of the Morning Post reporter, where you can read the topics and compositions sent by your peers and give them a reply. I have written satisfactory articles myself, and I will always post them to communicate with my peers and improve my writing level.

Now, the Morning Post reporter is recruiting again. I hope more students can join this team. Let's compete and improve together.

Finally, I would like to remind you that to be a reporter in the morning paper, your composition must be excellent. The time I applied, I was selected according to the ratio of seven to one. I wish the students who signed up this time success!

Dad, you changed me, changed me without confidence and courage, and made me confident and courageous!

I remember you gave me courage when I learned to ride a bike. At that time, my foot was about to step on the pedal of my bicycle, feeling that I would fall and dare not let go. You hurry up and say, "Don't be afraid, you can do it as long as you are brave and confident!" " I frowned and said to my father, "Well, can you help me hold the tail of my bike?" "yes." Dad grabbed the back of my car and said.

I did as my father said, and then asked my father to let go. I didn't expect to ride it. I ride my bike happily in the community like a bird.

The second time I rode a bike, my father taught me that I could ride with one foot on the pedal and the other foot on the ground. My father said to me, "Don't be afraid, be brave." I summon up courage and confidence, one foot on the pedal, the other foot pedaling and riding.

Dad, you changed me, gave me courage and confidence, and taught me to ride a bike!