Composition about being timid about setting off firecrackers

During the Spring Festival, setting off firecrackers is an indispensable custom, which has become the fun of our children. This article is an essay about being timid about setting off firecrackers. I hope it will be helpful to everyone! Chapter 1: An essay about being timid about setting off firecrackers

During the Chinese New Year, there will always be countless firecrackers exploding, covering the earth with festive red. I often lie on the windowsill on New Year’s Eve. I watched all kinds of fireworks vying to show off their beauty in the night sky... But all of this had nothing to do with me, because let alone let me set off firecrackers, I didn't even dare to get closer. But a few days ago, all this finally changed.

That day, I went to my cousin's house to play. He suddenly took out a bag of small firecrackers and said he wanted to go downstairs with me to set off firecrackers. I was surprised: "You still dare to set off firecrackers?" "What, are you scared?" I hesitated. My brother, who is two years younger than me, didn't take it seriously. How could I have the nerve to refuse? I held the incense and slowly approached a sky-piercing monkey stuck on the ground in the biting cold wind.

Later I learned that the power of the Sky-piercing Monkey was very small, but to me at the time, it was no less than a cannon. As soon as I saw that the string was on fire, I screamed, covered my ears and ran as fast as I could. One second, two seconds, three seconds... Why can't I hear the sound? I carefully put down my hand, turned around, and heard my cousin shouting at me from a distance.

"Hey, are you exaggerating? It had already exploded when you ran away!" After calming down, I found that setting off firecrackers is actually not that scary. It turned out that in order to cover up my ridiculous nervousness just now, I took the initiative to set off a few firecrackers this time. The sound was not as loud as I expected. The waterproof cannon and the flying monkey were quite fun.

My cousin took out another spherical object and said it was a bird bomb, the most powerful among the tricks. The explosion of the bird bomb blended with our laughter, like a passionate sonata, The honking of nearby cars and the startled birds flapping their wings seem to add a few beating notes to this movement. This night, I am no longer a coward. Every explosion brings me great satisfaction and my joy is ignited again and again! Chapter 2: An essay about being timid about setting off firecrackers

On New Year’s Eve, my father, mother, grandma and uncle and I went to set off firecrackers.

The first thing we set off was the horoscope. My father and uncle unpacked the package, hung the long horoscope on the clothes drying fork, found the fuse, lit the incense first, and then used the incense to light it. The timid mother and grandmother had already fled thousands of miles away when the fuse was triggered. The eight-character cannon exploded, and the crackling sound resounded throughout the community. The explosion made my palms itch, and I urgently begged my dad to let me try it. I have never set off such small firecrackers myself.

So, my father took apart some of the other eight-character firecrackers and gave them to me. I put these small firecrackers into my pocket, holding the incense in my left hand and a small firecracker in my right hand. Although I was so excited that I wanted to try it. But I was still a little scared. I tremblingly took the cigarette and lit the fuse, and threw the firecrackers out eagerly, but I didn't hear the explosion. Alas, it turned out that I didn't light the fuse at all. Dad told me not to panic, as long as I saw the sparks on the fuse first, then throw them out quickly. Following my father's instructions, I calmly lit the fuse and threw it out. Finally, I heard a loud explosion. I finally learned to set off firecrackers. I excitedly set off the fireworks again and again...

We also set off fireworks. This time I volunteered to be the one to set off the fireworks. The fireworks flew into the sky one by one, and the gorgeous flowers bloomed. up in the air. Today's fireworks are particularly beautiful, because in the past I was watching others set off, but today others are watching me set off. I personally experienced the wonderful feeling of setting off firecrackers. I suddenly felt very proud, as if the fireworks were blooming for me. Chapter 3: An essay about being timid about setting off firecrackers

"Firecrackers are being sold! Firecrackers are being sold! The best firecrackers are being sold!" It’s the Chinese New Year, and firecrackers are being sold downstairs in our community every day. It’s killing me. It was so crowded that I could hear the hawker’s shout in my dreams. Speaking of the word "firecrackers", there is a story about learning to set off firecrackers! Maybe, for some boys who are as bold as a cat, "Set firecrackers?" is insignificant, but for a girl as timid as a mouse, "Set firecrackers?" I don't like firecrackers, but last year everyone came The cannon was fired downstairs, and I was dragged downstairs by everyone.

"Hey, it seems you haven't set off the firecrackers yourself yet. Didn't you hear grandma say that when the firecrackers go off, last year's bad luck will be blown away. Is there any good luck in the New Year? Let's go!" my sister said to me. shouted. "Superstitious," I muttered under my breath. "Huh? You said grandma is superstitious, I told grandma to go." "Brother, don't go!". "You go and set off the cannons and I won't tell grandma. If you don't let them go..." "Brother! Let them go! I'll let them go! What's the big deal." Hey, in fact, when I said that, I was so frightened that I couldn't help but feel scared.

I picked up the firecrackers with trembling hands, and my father struck a match to me with a "swish". "Ah!" I was so frightened that I threw the match away as soon as I picked it up. "Huh? My sister doesn't even dare to fire a cannon!" The 7-year-old cousin interrupted. "Don't worry about it, I just made a little mistake!" "If it was a mistake, just try it again!" My brother started to fan the flames again.

"Who is afraid of whom?" I made a face to my brother, turned around and walked towards my father.

I stood next to my father and said, "I want to let it go again." "Okay! Come on! Be bold, I will protect you!" "Yeah!" Dad struck another match and gave it to me. Holding the match, I was so frightened that I could neither throw it nor pick it up. "Ah!" "What's wrong?" "The match is hot." "What an accident." "Mom, I don't want to let go." At this time, my mother came over and said to me seriously, "Do you know? Failure is the first step to success. Mom. If you give up, you will always fail. If you persist, you will win." I suddenly understood after listening to my mother's words. So I was ready to try again.

I held a bunch of firecrackers in one hand and a match in the other. Although I was still a little scared, I carefully moved the lit match closer to the fuse of the firecracker... "Chi" I threw it as soon as the sparks started to rise. Drop the firecracker and run to the side. "Pa-pa-!" "Success!" I shouted loudly. At that time, it seemed that the firecrackers were also happy for me and cheering for me.

Afterwards, I kept thinking about what my mother said to me. Is failure really terrible? To make people stand up in difficult situations... Everyone wants to succeed, and they hope to succeed once and for all. I deeply understand that failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that you lose confidence in the face of failure. Only by making up your mind, persevering, and constantly learning lessons, the garland of victory will belong to you.