How did we meet the story composition of Dabai 1? We can't even remember ourselves. I only remember knowing each other from the first grade. However, it is the second day of the second year.
Although we have known each other since the first day of junior high school, we didn't know each other very well at that time, and we didn't even remember our real names, so I kept calling her Dabai. Although we are familiar with each other now, I still habitually call her by this name, which may indicate that we have a good relationship.
She writes to me every year on my birthday. We both had birthdays in the same month, so I wrote back on her birthday. She has great ideas. Every year, I can find everything unusual in my letters. It's really interesting. On my birthday this year, she drew me a beautiful number axis on paper, and then the coordinates of the point were connected with love. I am really happy, because this is the first time I have seen such a novel idea. Her letters are always short, but they are very literary. She always says that her writing is not good, perhaps because of modesty?
Although we are a school, I am on the fourth floor and she is on the second floor. We can't play together often. In addition, because we are all students in grade three, we are about to face the senior high school entrance examination, and no one dares to take it lightly. Therefore, although the second floor and the fourth floor are not far apart, for us, it is like a thick barrier that spans between us, and we are also very helpless. But this estrangement can't alienate our relationship. Our relationship is as close as ever.
Only physical education class, our Class 3 and her Class 8 are in the same playground. Although they are not the same teacher, when they see each other, their eyes are full of surprises. I always give her a big hug to express my excitement, which cannot be expressed in words. She is always enthusiastic. As long as she sees me, she will keep calling my name, no matter how far away. I am also very happy about it, which proves that she cares about me.
I like her as a careless, easy-going person, without scheming or malice, but her speech is not straightforward, so speaking is also an art, and she, this art is perfect for her. Her voice is also beautiful, neither crisp nor soft, and I don't know how to describe it. It sounds comfortable anyway. I like her and her voice.
Although it is the third grade, I believe that our friendship will not break up with graduation. I believe we can be together for a long time. Remember, we still have plenty of time.
The first time I saw my little white rabbit. I was overjoyed and filled with joy.
Since the little white rabbit came to my house, she has lived the life of a "big lady", and she has been fattened up in vain, just like a ball. At the same time, he told me many stories.
The inner world of the white rabbit is very rich. Before, I read Diary of a Laughing Cat. I wish the little white rabbit would sneer and giggle like a laughing cat. Something unexpected happened: I glanced at it and gave it an electric eye. As a result, it did well. Occasionally, its front teeth are exposed, and its eyes are narrowed into a crack, which makes my goose bumps fall to the ground.
I like to eat white rabbit toffee. One day, I went to the supermarket to buy a bag of white rabbit toffee and put it on the coffee table. When I was reading a book, it kept jumping and looked at me with eager eyes. I finally found something wrong: it seems to want to jump on the coffee table. As it wishes! I held this "chubby" rabbit tightly in my hand, and he opened the sugar bag with his paws regardless of the consequences and tried it. Sure enough, watching me peel the sugar, it got a little impatient and jumped on me directly, "occupying" my sugar. What a lovely rabbit!
Looking at my white rabbit, its hair is slippery. As the saying goes, "Clothes make the man." What should I do if my white rabbit has no clothes? I have a brilliant idea: otherwise, make a beautiful flowered skirt for the white rabbit! I put the little white rabbit on the table, and it lay there honestly and looked at me stupidly. Its eyes tell me: "What will the master do next?" Could it be the night of the storm? "He will twist his body." Is this an order code to resist me? "I shouted at him. Looking at it angrily, it rubbed my elbow with its body, as if begging me to forgive it and coquetry me! Then I will spare you for the time being. Half an hour later, my global limited edition tailored for the little white rabbit came out, and the little white rabbit loved it alive and kicking.
No one can replace my feelings with the white rabbit for three years. Although I have been separated from the white rabbit for many years, the good times I spent with it still reverberate in my heart.
Sixth grade: Zou Ting
Story 3 of my composition with Dabai We have a little white rabbit at home. He was free all day, and I served Lazarus and lived a comfortable life. Naturally, its light body has become white and fat, and its sharp eyes have become gentle.
On this day, I got up early and had nothing to do, so I had the idea of going to see the little white rabbit. I crept to the front of the rabbit cage, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out, for fear of waking the sleeping white rabbit. Wow! I saw the big white rabbit lying in the cage in a "big" shape, its limbs stretched freely, and its white belly fluctuated regularly, which made people laugh. Unexpectedly, the little white rabbit seems to notice someone next to him. A salted fish turned over, paws down, and became a lazy and lovely posture. Then it looked around warily, and its ears pricked up quickly to listen to the sound. When I found it was me, its ruby-like eyes fell confidently and its ears slowly drooped on the small round head. Soon, the little white rabbit slowly closed his eyes and his back began to rise and fall regularly-the rabbit began to play with its rabbit Duke Zhou again.
On this day, I was in a good mood and decided to let the rabbit out of the cage and let it move. As soon as the door of the cage was opened, the little white rabbit rushed out of the cage like a runaway wild horse and couldn't wait to hug the furniture that was usually visible and tangible. I saw it jump to the coffee table and hug the white porcelain cup for a while, jump to the sofa for a while, and climb the spider plant to smell the fresh taste. After a while, he got tired of playing, jumped on my feet and rubbed my trouser legs. I grinned and reached for it, but it shrank its legs and ran to other places quickly. Hey! White rabbit! Play catch with me, I don't believe I can't catch it! So I pounced on the hungry tiger, but I didn't expect the fat rabbit to be agile and jump on the TV cabinet. I gladly accepted it again ... after several rounds of fighting, it was finally captured by me. I put my hands around his neck and watched him smile proudly. Suddenly, his ears drooped, his limbs drooped and his eyes closed. I reached out to pull its ear in confusion. Unexpectedly, it suddenly jumped up like a fake corpse. When my hand was scared to let go, it slipped away smartly, leaving me standing there feeling distressed.
This is the dribs and drabs of my life with the white rabbit. It is like a kind of pigment, which makes my life colorful.