Narrative composition: I changed 1, and this word is no longer strange, and I often come into contact with this word. But my experience of change makes people laugh and cry. Don't laugh when you say it. I'm getting fat.
When I was a child, I also had a "skinny feeling". At that time, I ate a small amount of food, was weak and sick, and was so thin that I could almost see my ribs. Therefore, parents insist-malnutrition! So let me make up, for a while, Chinese medicine, western medicine, I fell into the world of medicine. This not only treats both the symptoms and the root causes, but also has obvious natural effects. A few days later, my appetite increased greatly. It has become a veritable "big stomach king" and its body shape has begun to develop horizontally. As a result, being fat has become a big worry for me. But I'm not worried. This is called "a blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise"! Because I think it's good to be fat with me.
Being fat brings me luck in eating. In the past, I was often impressed by delicious food, but whenever delicious food came, I seemed to be full, so I often felt extremely sorry. But being fat is different. Whenever food passes by, I won't miss it. Now, I have tasted a lot of "delicious food" and learned more about it. Being fat is really a pleasure!
Being fat brings me popularity. I am not tall, chubby and cute. When I come home from school, when I am walking in the street full of energy, people I don't know often ask me, "What school are you studying at, little friend?" ? Then he touched my head and said, "This chubby child is really cute." At this moment, a smug smile appeared on my face. Fat, really popular!
Being fat brings me confidence. Perhaps, some people will scream loudly for their body weight gain, thus losing self-confidence and thinking that being fat is not a kind of beauty. But I don't think so. Now I am also very popular with others, perhaps because I am sincere, perhaps because I am fat, I have more and more friends, and even many teachers like me. Good interpersonal relationships make me more confident, and make me dare to challenge difficulties and not be afraid of failure. Being fat makes me more confident!
Being fat is not necessarily a bad thing, and you don't have to force yourself to challenge that hateful calorie, let alone feel sad and angry about it. Maybe sometimes, you need to lose weight, but isn't it better to live happily?
Look at your round face and strong figure in the mirror. I smiled: I have changed. Not only did I get fat, but I also became more confident.
Narrative composition: I changed two people's lives. Like a treasure chest, collect all kinds of priceless treasures. There is a special treasure in my treasure chest, which has changed me. ...
It used to be a sunny day like jasper, spotless. Students who have studied at school for a whole day walk to the school gate in twos and threes, ready to go home. At this moment, it suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao. At first, the students were in no hurry and seemed to be enjoying the baptism of rain, but then the rain became more and more urgent and dense, and finally it turned into a downpour. The students took out raincoats from their schoolbags, but I didn't. At the dissolution point, I saw my father, threw down my raincoat and ran straight to my father. I also think I must ask my father why he didn't bring me a raincoat. However, after I ran a few steps, I didn't see clearly until I got close to my father. My father stood under a small roof that could not cover him at all. He was soaked to the skin. I slowed down and looked up and down at his car. I found my father's raincoat tightly wrapped around my raincoat in the basket, just like my father hugged me with his huge body. When he saw me coming, he ran over and pulled me to the south of the car to put on my raincoat. I asked him, "Dad," Dad replied with a kindly smile, "If I put on my raincoat and your raincoat got wet in the basket, wouldn't it make you feel uncomfortable to wear it?"
I froze for a moment, and tears suddenly came out of my eyes, but I held back. On the way home, I sat in the back seat of the car and couldn't help crying. My father asked me about my school life without knowing it. ...
Crying this time, fighting with my family, crying at school, and crying in a bad temper are all different. This is the first time that I cried sadly, and I understand that I should grow up, understand my father's hardships and difficulties, and help him do something within my power!
Narrative composition: I have changed 3. I was once a girl who flinched in the face of setbacks, but a setback completely changed me.
When I was seven years old, my mother often nagged in my ear: "Alas, daughter, you have to learn to stand on your own feet. Self-reliance, understand? " Without thinking, I nodded "seriously" and said, "I understand!" Mother's face lit up when she heard this. I pointed to the clothes and pants on the quilt and said, "Mom, help me get dressed!" " "The boiling water in my mother's mouth almost didn't come out." Didn't you say you wanted to stand on your own feet? "I a wink, in a very innocent tone said," is there? How could I forget? Mom looked sad and angry: "You ... I ...! "But after hesitating for a long time, he came to help me get dressed.
In order to exercise myself to be independent and self-reliant, my mother decided to make a "devil training plan"!
"Devil training"? The so-called "devil training" is "devil-like training"!
Since my mother did this strange devil training, I found that my mother became cold to me. When encountering difficulties and setbacks, no matter how spoiled I am, my mother always ignores me with a straight face. For example, I think the food tastes terrible, so I want to be spoiled and let my mother take me to KFC, but my mother only has one sentence: "Eat if you want, don't eat!" " Looking at the back of my mother's departure, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, but the pride in my bones did not allow me to bow my head. I looked at the bowl of rice on the table, took a spoon and ate it bit by bit.
When I ate all the food on the table, I felt an indescribable pride from the inside out. I put down my bowl, wiped my mouth and went to play with a smile. Since the last time I took the initiative to eat a meal independently, I took everything as a challenge and felt extremely proud every time I finished eating.
It was setbacks that changed me! Thanks to my mother, I have become more independent and strong.