My cousin
I have an innocent, lovely, intelligent and lively cousin, who has a pair of big watery eyes, and when he thinks about a problem, his black eyes turn straight in his eyes. When my cousin laughs, he can show a pair of white and neat little teeth, which is very interesting. I like him very much.
my cousin lives in grandma's house. Once, he told his grandmother that he liked Xiaohua Mall. Grandma loves her cousin and listens to him. He told me to keep an eye on my cousin and go to the street to buy Xiaohua Mall myself. Grandma bought a lively and beautiful Xiaohua Mall. My cousin jumped up with joy when he saw the lively and lovely Xiaohua Mall, so he quickly ran to his grandmother's side, played with the lovely Xiaohua Mall, stroked it gently, and sang beautiful Xiaohua Mall songs in his mouth. Then Xiaohua Mall scratched his cousin's trousers with his claws. Grandpa saw it, picked up Xiaohua Mall and threw it away. My cousin burst into tears when he saw it. He said, "Grandpa is bad, but Xiaohua Mall is not sensible. If you want to educate him, how can you throw him away? If I am not sensible, will you throw me away? Look how pathetic it is! " Everyone burst out laughing. Grandpa quickly picked up Xiaohua Mall and said to his cousin, "Yes, the kitten is not sensible, and my brother educates it!"
On another occasion, my cousin was playing in the house. He didn't listen to his grandmother and insisted on playing with his bike. As a result, he accidentally overturned his bike and pinned his finger. He quickly broke his finger and burst into tears. At this time, grandma heard the crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this scene, she was angry and funny, so she ignored him. He stopped crying for a while and peeked through his fingers to see if grandma paid attention to him. He found that his grandmother ignored him and went to her side to laugh.
how funny and lovely my cousin is! I like him very much.
2. My classmates' actions, language and demeanor describe the composition
Photos will turn yellow because of the passage of time, letters will be lost because of the footsteps of years, and only the memories cherished in the heart will be like wine, and the longer they get, the more mellow they will be. Every memory is a precious treasure worth cherishing in my heart, and I will take this treasure with me and walk through the long road of life.
when we step into the school, we go from a warm little family to an equally caring big family. All the people in this big family are classmates and friends who bear the burden of rain and wind. Everyone helps each other and learns from each other on the way to school. At this moment, my six-year primary school life has also entered the countdown. Looking at the eight characters on the blackboard in my class, "Thank you for unforgettable alma mater", the words "unforgettable classmates" suddenly flashed in my mind.
speaking of classmates, there is one thing that I remember vividly. It was a physical education class. When the class was over, the teacher let us move freely. Everyone dispersed in a hubbub and went to play separately, leaving me alone on the playground. I don't know if I provoked the stone, or if it deliberately opposed me and crossed the road in front of me. At that time, I was absent-minded, stepped on it, twisted my foot and fell a veritable "dog gnawing mud". Oh, my god, the scattered crowd just gathered at once, Oh my gad! God is going to kill me! I closed my eyes and waited for ridicule, but the expected spittle didn't come. I only felt my hands warm, and my classmates helped me up. Everyone told me with one voice to be careful in the future, pay attention to the ground and don't fall down again. Several enthusiastic female students also helped me clean the wound with water carefully. I don't know where to borrow a band-aid and carefully put it on for me. My classmates are so concerned about me that my eyes are red. They thought it hurt me and asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and fought back the tears that were about to burst out.
Although it has been a long time, my classmates' concern for me has been fixed in my mind. I will spend this unforgettable primary school life with this heavy love. Blink of an eye, six years have passed in a flash, and there are still a few months to go before I leave my alma mater, my teachers, the warm group of Class 3, Grade 6, and my classmates who have been with me for six years. When I think about this, my eyes can't help but get wet. 3. My classmate (composition) writes about a mentally retarded classmate in my class by describing his movements, language, demeanor and appearance.
On the primary school campus where I go to school, I have a mentally retarded classmate. He carries a small schoolbag every day and goes to and from school like other classmates. However, when his classmates are in class, he can only stroll around the campus and play alone. His happiest time is his classmates. He will keep up with the first school team and walk out of the school gate with his head held high. Then, outside the school gate, when all the students are picked up by his parents, he will go home alone. Every parent who picks up the students will see his familiar figure at the school gate, no matter whether it is windy or rainy or hot or cold. In a blink of an eye, probably many parents are used to seeing the mentally retarded student simply laughing and really acting. Almost every day at noon and afternoon after school, He will "direct traffic" on the small road in front of the school, as serious and pious as a traffic policeman. He will fairly reprimand every parent who "violates the rules" in his eyes from time to time. If he sees a small classmate fall, he will run a few steps to help him up. If he sees someone who is in danger of being collided, he will remind them in time, using his vague language, and never care whether they are ungrateful or grateful. I always think of the scene that moved me all my life: at noon, parents were waiting for us outside the school gate, and the mentally retarded classmate was still "directing" the traffic. At this time, a small classmate tripped over a brick on the road while playing, and his mother picked him up and carried him away. All the students and parents must have seen the brick. I saw it, too, but I didn't. Talking about my own days and thinking about my own affairs. At this time, it was the mentally retarded classmate who rushed over, picked up the brick and threw it under the far wall. I suddenly felt ashamed. I think there must be many students and parents who felt that way at that time. I suddenly remembered the three-character classic: "beginning of life is good in nature." The classmate in a chaotic state kept his birthright. But those of us with normal intelligence have slowly ignored these two words. Perhaps it is still hidden in a corner of our hearts, but we have no time to show it, and it has already been covered with dust. Every day is still like water passing by, and that mentally retarded classmate is still happy and active on campus every day, busy and satisfied. He will pick up garbage for everyone at the school sports meeting, and even take a punching bag for many naughty students. Perhaps, he has been smiling, tolerant and honest. He feels that he is integrated into this campus, which keeps him away from loneliness, so he is grateful. But I am moved by him day by day. I think, because of him, I have wiped off the dust accumulated in my mind. Classmate. 4. Composition describing students' movements and language (at least 45 words)
My middle school classmate (junior high school composition)
He is one of my middle school classmates. He is neither tall nor thin, but he is a little taller than me. He has a pair of big eyes that are not very magical, and a mouth of Zhang greatly. Because he loves sports and often plays football outside, he has a good physique, but his skin is tanned. In addition, he has another feature, that is, he has curly hair, which is not perm, but naturally curly. It looks like a poodle, so everyone calls him "poodle".
another advantage of him is that he never gives up halfway, but finishes what he started. I remember once, we went to the football field to go to physical education class. The teacher asked everyone to run 4 meters. So everyone lined up, of course, he was among them. After listening to the "start" password, the running began. Everyone ran forward like an arrow, and he was no exception. But something surprising happened. I saw that he had just run for more than a dozen feet and was suddenly "ambushed" and fell down. It was a bad fall. His knees were raw. Finally, under the painful interference, he is getting closer and closer to the finish line. Ten meters, five meters, three meters and one meter, he crossed the finish line. We cheered for him and were proud of him!
He is such a strong and unyielding person. Isn't it worth learning? But who is he? He is * * * (because it involves personal privacy issues, it is omitted)
My mentally retarded classmate
On the primary school campus where I go to school, I have a mentally retarded classmate. He carries a small schoolbag every day and goes to and from school like other students. However, when the students are in class, he can only stroll around the campus and play alone.
His happiest time is when his classmates leave school. He will keep up with the first team to leave school and walk out of the school with his head held high. Then, outside the school gate, when all the classmates are picked up by their parents, he goes home alone.
Every parent who picks up students will see his familiar figure at the school gate, whether it is windy or rainy, or hot or cold.
In the blink of an eye, many parents have probably become accustomed to seeing the mentally retarded student simply laugh and behave.
Almost every day at noon and afternoon after school, he will "direct traffic" on the small road in front of the school, as serious and pious as a traffic policeman. He will fairly reprimand every parent who "violates the rules" in his eyes from time to time. If he saw a little classmate fall, he would run a few steps to help him up. If he sees someone who is in danger of being collided, he will remind them in time, using his vague language, and never care whether they are ungrateful or grateful.
Every day when I see him, I always think of a scene that moved me all my life: at noon, parents were waiting for us outside the school gate, and the retarded classmate was still "directing" the traffic. At this time, a little classmate tripped over a brick on the road while playing, and his mother picked him up and carried him away. And that brick must have been seen by all the students and parents. I saw it, too, but I didn't think of taking it. Everyone is also standing idly, talking about their own days and thinking about their own affairs. At this time, it was the mentally retarded classmate who ran quickly, picked up the brick and threw it under the far wall.
I suddenly felt ashamed. I think there must have been many students and parents who felt that way at that time. I suddenly remembered the three-character classic: "beginning of life, human nature is good." Students in a chaotic state, he maintained the innate human nature-kindness! But we people with normal intelligence have gradually ignored these two words. Perhaps it is still hidden in a corner of our hearts, but we have no time to express it, and it has already been covered with dust.
Every day still goes by like water, and that mentally retarded classmate is still happily active on campus every day, busy and satisfied.
At the school sports meeting, he will pick up garbage for everyone, and even take it out on many naughty students. .
He is always smiling, tolerant and simple.
Perhaps, he feels that he is integrated into this campus, which keeps him away from loneliness, so he is grateful. I am moved by him day by day, and I think that because of him, I have dusted off the dust accumulated in my mind.
thank you, classmate! 5. Describe the students' appearance and demeanor
He has a pair of big watery eyes, like a jewel with a little white in black, black hair and a high nose. When you talk, you always tilt your mouth, which is both cute and naughty. Every time he has a composition class, he doesn't pay attention to the lecture, and he talks back and answers the teacher. Make the students laugh. The teacher said he was reincarnated as a living Buddha. He is a cheerful, cheerful, ruddy, stout, with a big belly, and his favorite pastime must be eating and drinking. He has a pair of small eyes in his bulging fat face, which looks like two small briquettes embedded by naughty children. He has a short, thick nose, and his nostrils are slightly upturned, which is a bit provocative and naughty. His biggest feature is his ears. Those two strange ears can be used to cover his eyes in case of sandstorm. His body is very strong, and his small arms are white and strong, like a small wooden stick. He often raises his small fist and makes boxing gestures. And a pair of short fat thighs, wearing fat pants, like two upright round pillows. She is a quiet little girl, who seldom talks. She has a white face with an angelic face and a pair of black eyes that give people the warmth of spring. There is a boy in our class. If you look at him casually, you will feel nothing > _< ; But if you watch him carefully for a while, you will find that he is very much like Yan Xiaoliu in the TV series Legend of Wulin! How similar ~! ~ small round eyes. Laugh like a line, with a low nose and crooked eyebrows. It's just the embodiment of Yan Xiaoliu. If his voice is louder, it's more like Le-6. Write a classmate's expression and action composition (female classmate) < P > My mother is the most diligent in our family. Every day when she comes back from work, she quickly picks up a mop to mop the floor. After dinner, she always rushes to wash the dishes. In the evening, she patiently sat at the desk and taught me to do my homework or read books seriously. I love my good mother.
Dad is a sports person. He gets up early in the morning to exercise. When he comes back, he tells me to get up, brush my teeth, wash my face and eat. After I go to school, he writes calligraphy at home. Every time there is a sports meeting in middle school, he takes an active part and wins the top three. He also likes playing chess, and he plays chess with his neighbors every day when he has nothing to do. Now his chess skills are getting higher and higher. When summer comes, he takes me to swim in the swimming pool, every day as long as he is free. Do you know who he is? He is my good father and one of the people who love me the most. He has a face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His eyes are just like those of a teacher, staring at me at any time. He is also kind of crouching and of medium height. I like my favorite "sports number" father very much.
There is myself. My hobbies are playing football, drawing and writing in Chinese calligraphy. Today is Sunday, and it's time for me to go to Mr. Cheng's house to learn calligraphy. When I learn calligraphy, I can listen carefully, write after listening, and listen after writing. I am active. When I was young, I always deserted and missed my stop. Now that I'm grown up, I listen carefully in class, but I'm a little weak after class. I like watermelon best. Every hot summer, my mother buys a lot of big and sweet watermelons to make me eat enough.
This is our family. The three of us live in a happy family. I love my family. 7. Write a composition (describing classmates) with 4 words, including action, appearance and spirit.