Choose one of four topics for the third-grade elementary school composition! urgent need!

The happiest and most anticipated thing when I was a child was when my third aunt sent me a package, because every package contained the latest little book. The ones that impressed me the most were Gorky's "Childhood", "In the World", "My University", and "How Steel Was Tempered"; in my memory, these two sets were the best paintings at that time and I never tire of them. ; Of course there is also "The Monkey King Fights the Bone Demon Three Times". Every time a new little book arrives, my sister and I are as happy as if we were celebrating a holiday, and my mother will tell us about each book.

My sister showed her "financial and management skills" at a very young age. She numbered all the books she sent, registered them with our names, and then applied for a few loans in a very stylish way. Book certificates were distributed to some good children.

My sister also kept all the snacks and candies given to us by our mother neatly in her drawer, savoring them slowly and slowly, unlike me who always wiped them out immediately. It basically belongs to the Yin-eating-Mao-liang type. She couldn't bear to wear the new clothes she bought for her sister, so she packed them neatly at the bottom of the box. I remember one time she finally figured it out and took out the clothes from the bottom of the box to wear. Unexpectedly, because she had grown taller, the clothes were too small. Her sister was dumbfounded when she saw it, and she burst into tears. Her mother sighed melancholy, so she had to Give her a band of edges that are basically the same color before wearing it. My sister has always been like this - collecting clothes, shrinking them, crying, trying to re-wear them, I don't know whether they should be considered new or old clothes. I still had this behavior until I entered middle school. At that time, I couldn't help but say harshly, "Saving addiction! Did you keep them all and bring them into the coffin?!"

My sister raised her voice as if to fight. , "You take care of it! I do!"

My sister managed our "little library" very principledly, but she offended the kings in the yard, who were also the leaders of the children in the yard. They are much older than us. Basically, when we are in the first grade of elementary school, they should be in the fifth grade or junior high school. When the kings saw our new books, they came to borrow them, but they would never return them within the time specified by my sister. She was very angry and went to collect the books from one house to another. However, the books were not taken back but she was beaten thoroughly. My sister came back crying, but her mother gave her another lesson indiscriminately. In my mother's opinion, if someone quarrels with you, you must be at fault, so no matter how severely my sister is bullied by others, her mother will hit her palm with a ruler. This kind of thing later has some psychological impact on us. When we have children of our own as adults, we see them being bullied while playing with children. The scene of being beaten when we were children subconsciously makes us lose our minds, and we will rush to catch them. The kids who bully our children threaten them with ferocious faces.

Later, my sister stopped letting the kings read our books, which led to even more serious bullying from them. These kings did not allow the children in the yard to talk to us, saying that they wanted to "isolate" us. They even came to our class to yell at us and beat us during the ten minutes after class. Most of the students in the class just watched the fun with schadenfreude. Over time, We were the targets of beatings and abuse by the entire class. Once after school, I saw my sister crying in front while walking back. Behind her were all her classmates who were spitting, pushing, and yelling. I saw it from a distance but didn't have the guts to rush up to help her. She watched helplessly as her classmates chased her and scolded her to the gate of our yard. Fortunately, her mother came down. Her mother took her to the school to help her, but when she got home, she still couldn't avoid being slapped.

Going to school at that time was like a nightmare that lingered in my mind. I couldn’t understand why we were bullied by these people if we didn’t provoke others. It was obviously those guys who robbed our books, why did everyone still Why don't they all follow them to mess with us? And the teachers all had intermittent dementia and pretended not to see it; for the first time, I felt that there was no fairness in the world. Every day on the way to and from school, there were always people following us, calling us young overseas Chinese who surrendered to the enemy and treason, etc. It is said that at that time, there was a big sign in my mother’s school saying that my mother surrendered to the enemy and treason.

My sister and I were both very lonely in the class. I remember there was a tall and strong girl in my sister’s class nicknamed "Old Fox". She actually didn't bully her like other classmates. He was even nice to her. My sister must have been very moved at that time, and she lent our books to her with all her heart. As a result, Roubaozi beat the dog and never came back. Her sister asked her to ask for more. It was annoying to ask for too much, so she called her brothers and sisters and beat her up. And this classmate's younger brother "Little Fox" happened to be in the same class as me, so I was naturally affected. But the book "Monkey King Three Fights the Bone Demon" was finally lost in vain. My sister and I cried several times over this book, because it was the treasure of our "library". Later, my mother had to ask my third aunt in Shanghai to send us another copy.