Sisters composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my sister's composition for everyone, I hope it will help you.

In my life, I met many people: strangers, relatives and friends. ...

But my favorite is my sister.

In my eyes, my sister is a careful and gentle girl. She lives next door to me, and a lot has happened between us, but what I remember vividly is that day.

It's a sunny morning. My sister's mother bought her a teddy bear. I looked at the delicate teddy bear and was envious. So, I pestered my mother and bought me one. My mother didn't finish listening to me, so she opened her eyes wide and pointed at my nose angrily and shouted, "Son, didn't I just buy it for you two days ago?" Why do you want to buy again? It's impossible. Don't even think about it! "I looked at my mother's rage and knew it was hopeless.

So I went back to my room and sat on the sofa in a daze. Suddenly, I had a flash of light and thought of a "good idea". I crept to the door of my sister's room and put my head in. Hey! Nobody, God help me! So I slipped to my sister's window, took the teddy bear, and immediately blew my feet and ran away.

Suddenly, my sister appeared at the door like a gust of wind. I paused and immediately hid the teddy bear behind me. My sister didn't say a word when she saw me She came up behind me, snatched the teddy bear from my hand and called me a thief. As soon as I heard this, I immediately got angry. On impulse, I pushed my sister down and ran away with a teddy bear in my arms.

Later, my mother found out about it and beat me up. I also realized my mistake, apologized to my sister and returned the teddy bear to her. She smiled at me like a breeze blowing through my heart. She refused the teddy bear in my hand and said to me, "Since you like it, I'll give it to you." I was shocked, like being struck by lightning, and froze there without any action. What? My sister not only didn't blame me, but also gave me a teddy bear. For an instant, it seems that a ray of sunshine shines directly into my heart, leaving a trace of warmth.

Time, like running water, is gone forever. In a flash, seven years passed. But my sister is as gentle as I remember, but much more mature than before. Every time I recall this incident, I always feel a lot. I am crying and laughing for my childhood behavior, but I still miss my sister when I was a child.

If time can be reversed and stopped, how I wish my childhood would pass slowly and then slowly, so that my sister and I can have more time to grow together.

About Sister Composition 2 I have a sister who is eighteen years old and is about to take the college entrance examination. She is quiet and gentle, with big watery eyes and a small cherry mouth on her round face. When people smile, they show white teeth.

My sister doesn't like dressing up. She likes to wear a ponytail, often wears simple clothes, and even always wears school uniforms during school. However, she is very diligent in her studies. She gets up at six o'clock every morning, goes to school by bus after breakfast, eats lunch and dinner in the school cafeteria, and studies by herself at night after dinner. It's after ten o'clock at night when she comes home every day, and she still insists on doing some exercise. Basically, she won't go to bed until after eleven o'clock. In addition to doing homework and exercises at home on weekends, I also attend some remedial classes at night to make up lessons in class and improve my knowledge.

I remember last summer vacation, we went to my sister's house to play and saw that she was still studying. Because I didn't know the cruelty of the college entrance examination, I was puzzled. I asked my sister, "Sister, today is Saturday. Let's play and relax!" My sister shook her head and said, "Good boy, you go and play first, and my sister will study for a while." I was very happy to hear the news, so I went out to play with the adults. But after a while, my sister didn't come out, so I was anxious and thought, Sister won't forget so much, will she? I want to find my sister, but the adults won't let me, so I've been waiting. Unconsciously, the sun father-in-law was sleepy and the moon mother-in-law went to work. It's time for dinner. All the dishes are ready. One of them is missing, and my sister didn't come. My mother looked at me and asked me to call my sister for dinner. I crept to my sister's door and saw her absorbed in reading a math problem. I couldn't bear to disturb her, so I whispered, "Sister, let's talk about it later. Do you want my father's help? " "Thank you! No, I read about it in a book. Let me think quietly. You eat first and I'll come later. " My sister looked at me with a smile and said, after that, her eyes moved to the book again, and the pen in her hand ticked on the paper ... After dinner, I went to my sister's door again to see how she was doing. At this time, my sister smiled and said to me, "I thought about it and finally solved the problem." "Sister is great!" I said while applauding.

My sister is my idol and an example for me to learn. "Diligence" is a beautiful quality of my sister, which also inspires me. I want to be a studious boy like my sister!

Composition 3 about my sister When my sister told her this story, I felt an irresistible emotion in my heart. According to my mother, she comes from Shandong, a "hometown of Confucius and Mencius" with profound cultural origins. My sister is very beautiful. Her round face has a pair of big eyes, a small aquiline nose, a red mouth and a few small hemorrhoids on her fair skin. She always wears soft hair on her head and walks gently and gracefully. My sister always smiles and makes people feel close.

I like my sister because she often comes to my house to play. She often tells me some interesting and vivid stories, gives me a lot of knowledge and makes me understand a lot of life truths. The story she told was enough to hold a laundry list.

She just told me a very interesting story yesterday. Let me tell you something! The name of the story is "Mouse as a Dentist"-Uncle Mouse and his wife opened a dental clinic in the street. Because of his superb medical skills, many animals came to see him.

At the same time, Uncle De is also very clever in treating teeth. He never treats enemies or animals that destroy the harmony of the forest world. He is smart enough to deal with a sly fox ... I listened to the story with relish, and the vivid story made us giggle face to face. My sister is a "stacks". She knows a lot of knowledge.

From her mouth, I know Li Bai's heroism-"I will let my hair loose tomorrow and take a fishing boat"; Understand Du Fu's reality-"There are wars and mountains in the north of this wall. How can I not cry at this railing?" ; I also understand Li Shangyin's sentimental feelings-"singing flowers across the river"; I also vaguely know China's four classical novels ... My sister can relate the knowledge from China to foreign countries from ancient times to the present and tell me vividly at the same time. I love my sister's profound knowledge and I want to appreciate her efforts from her knowledge.

Learn from your sister. Sometimes I always "scratch my head as a monk" when listening to my sister's stories, but I also know that "sesame blossoms are rising day by day". From this sentence, you can certainly imagine the tacit understanding between my sister and me in learning knowledge! My sister is beautiful, friendly, kind and knowledgeable. I want to learn from her and be a sensible boy and an obedient student.

My sister is very beautiful. Under the long eyelashes, there are a pair of bright big eyes, blinking, as if talking, very cute. However, don't be fooled by superficial phenomena. She is a "strong woman"!

As long as I can remember, my sister has been laughing and carefree all day, except for the little girl who plays with me at school. Until one day, I had a different understanding of my sister.

I accompanied my sister to dance class that day. My sister went in, and I put my face on the glass window and watched my sister dance. I saw her warm up in the room in a dance costume for about ten minutes. The teacher asked them to leg press and got off the fork. This may be easy for some people, but it is even harder for a girl who is born with hard bones! But my sister didn't flinch and immediately climbed on the ground, leg press. I'm too scared to go out. I'm worried about her.

But after a long time, I didn't press it completely, but I pressed it a lot more than I did at the beginning. Seeing the effect, my sister smiled and continued to press down.

Although I was so close, I couldn't help it. Look at other students. They don't work as hard as their sister. I thought to myself: other students are like this, why is my sister still pressing so hard? Suddenly I admire my sister a little.

My goal continued to look at my sister, only to see her hands on the ground, full of sweat, trying to press down. Not once, twice or three times? My legs are shaking a little, and look at her classmates, who are already tired and sitting on the ground, and she is still insisting.

Sure enough, my sister and I finally came down. At that moment, my sister and I both breathed a long sigh of relief. Because of my sister's hard work, I have harvested rich fruits.

After the dance class, I asked my sister doubtfully, "Why are you so hard on yourself?" My sister smiled and told me after a little thinking: "Behind every successful person is the result of hard work. To be a strong person in life, you have to work harder than others, such as dancing, studying and living. "

I nodded vaguely, thinking: Behind every successful person, there are hardships and efforts that we can't see, just like my sister.

What word should I use to describe my sister? Beautiful? Not enough.

She is stubborn and extreme; She was brave and timid; She is gentle and firm. She is my sister. I love her.

My sister is five years older than me, and she is a junior. I know that at school, my sister is definitely a strong woman. But in front of me, she is a kitten that needs protection. Forgive me for using "cat" to describe her, because my sister is a person who is never in a hurry, but always handles things methodically. She always teaches me how to study and how to improve my math scores. Of course, she never points fingers at my English study, because my sister's English performance is really not on the table.

We can't expose her any more. She knew it was time to scold me.

Whose youth is not crazy.

My sister is a gift from my parents-the most precious gift in my life. She loves me. always

Yes, it is such a person who taught me kindness, selflessness and all kinds of shining things in the traces of life.

She would pick out my favorite ham sausage with a box of Dove chocolates when she was shopping in the supermarket, and finally found that she didn't pick anything for herself when she came home. She thought a lot about me. She is my angel.

My sister and I don't spend much time together. Only in winter and summer vacations will we be together every year. I cherish every time together, because such time will pass less.

I often mentioned my sister to my classmates. At that time, I would not hesitate to say. In my eyes, she is synonymous with everything beautiful. Students sometimes think I'm bored, but they don't interrupt me. I know, they must have seen something called persistence in my eyes.

When I think of my childhood, my sister has always been an indispensable role. All kinds of beautiful scenes accumulated since childhood are more and more like a beautiful illusion in seasonal rotation. In this illusion, I would rather never wake up.

The bible says: love is patient and kind; Love is not jealous, does not seek its own benefits, does not get angry easily, and does not count people's evils; Everything is tolerant, everything is believed, everything is hoped, and everything is patient; Love never stops.

About Sister Composition 6 Sunlight shines into the back room through the glass, and the colored wind chimes gently shake with the wind, making a pleasant sound. In this sunny weather, I think of my sister, a lovely and simple girl.

I had my sister's smile when I was a child. She was black when she was a child, so was I, perhaps because the sun in the village was too vicious, or because she was too playful to care about anything. But my sister has a pair of bright eyes, even dark skin can't stop the light of generate in her eyes. When she smiled, the dimples were full of sunshine, which made my heart warm. In my eyes, she is an angel, pure and transparent. Nothing can be defiled

I used to think that people with younger sisters should be the best men in the world. He will tolerate her occasional small temper, he will take care of her carefully and will not destroy her innocence and transparency. My sister finally got married, but I often see her crying, and her bright eyes have lost their usual brilliance. I know he broke her heart more than once. I don't like him. I really don't like him. How much did he pay for his sister? I used to care about my sister's smile, but he broke her heart. He didn't find her good, he didn't take care of her, and his words often hurt my sister's heart and mine. In his eyes, he is better than her.

I take good care of my sister. I never thought that one day she would have a family of her own, she would be loyal to a cheap pot, and she would have a child of her own, maybe more than one. I even feel sad for no reason. Sister, you may not know how much I hope you don't get married and have a baby with him. You should have a man who loves you more and cherishes you more. It doesn't matter if you can't find it. I will stay by my sister's side and won't make her cry easily. Sister, do you think I am stupid?

Time flies and it will never change. I just hope my sister can be happy every day. I only hope that she can understand your kindness, love you and cherish you, sister. I only hope that in the years to come, you can continue to be innocent, pure and transparent, and bloom the whitest flowers in the mud.

People's life is not perfect, and there are always several mistakes. I am 1 1 years old this year and have made many mistakes. One thing that impressed me the most was grabbing a pen with my sister. Every time I see the scar on the back of my sister's hand, I think of what happened that day.

That year, I was only 7 years old, and my family visited my sister's house. The adults were talking downstairs, and I went upstairs to play with my sister. Playing and playing, my sister remembered that her homework had not been finished, so she sat at the desk and began to write seriously. I read comic books and talk to my sister from time to time. Two people are talking happily. After a while, my sister said to me, "I want to go to the toilet. Don't scribble on my book." Said and walked to the bathroom. I saw the pen on the desk and thought: My sister won't let me draw, so I'll play! I picked up the pen and looked around. Suddenly an idea occurred to me: What would happen if I threw this pen on the ground? So I picked up a pen and climbed onto the table. Holding the pen in one hand, just as I was about to throw it down, my sister suddenly appeared in front of me. Shouting: "What are you doing?" "fight!" I answered with a smile. My sister pulled me off the table and said, "Give it back!" " ""I won't, I won't. " Said and hid the pen. My sister reached for it. As soon as I turned around, my sister grabbed my clothes and I struggled to let her go. I turned around and scratched my pen on the back of my sister's hand. Suddenly, blood came out. Sister let out a cry. My mother heard this and immediately went upstairs. Seeing her sister's hand cut, she asked, "What's the matter? Did your sister bully you? " "No, it wasn't my sister. I accidentally cut it myself. "My sister cried and helped me hide.

Today, four years later, I have been an obedient little girl. Here, I want to say to my sister: "Sister, if you hadn't helped me hide that day, my mother would have scolded me." Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong that time. "

How time flies about my sister's composition 8. I will be in the second day of junior high school in a blink of an eye. I still remember when I was a child, I played with my sister who was three years older than me every day. I really admired her popularity at that time.

Every weekend, my sister always sits in front of the computer and plays QQ, so I move a chair and sit and watch. Don't think my sister is a house girl, she just depends on the situation. Look at the LCD again. All kinds of friends, invincible, Ding Dayuan, Li Xiuyuan ... all kinds of funny names. At this time, my sister's cell phone is always ringing. She always answers the phone calmly, and then tells me to get dressed and get ready to go out to play. The object is her idle classmates. I really admired her at that time, and there were always so many classmates looking for her to come out to play. But my sister is really interesting. Every time I go out, she takes me to eat and drink. I know those people.

My elder sister is three years older than me. She is popular and knows many people. She knows many people, and she is bound to meet acquaintances. Whether you go to a bookstore to buy books or go to a restaurant to eat, you can meet acquaintances. Usually she will say a few commonplaces.

However, not all acquaintances will make her so happy.

I have a problem, which is laziness. On weekends, I sleep until I wake up naturally, so I usually don't hurry for breakfast. However, once I had a nightmare in the morning, I woke up immediately and couldn't sleep anymore. Just in time for my uncle to treat me to breakfast, I took advantage. As soon as I sat down in Xiangyang Fishing Port, I saw my sister hiding. She said that she saw her class teacher Lao Ge and was called "Ge traitor". From her mouth, I learned that she would meet him every time she went to Xiangyang fishing port for dinner and hide outside every time. I really don't know what's terrible.

My sister is not only popular, but also likes children very much.

My sister really likes children, whether they are newborn babies or four or five-year-old children. When they see them, they will take the initiative to ask for a hug. No, there was another little princess at home at the beginning of this year. She is so cute that everyone likes her, not to mention my sister. Unfortunately, I don't like children. Since the birth of this child, my sister has been busy all day, and the little princess has not bought it. Except for her mother and my mother, everyone else ignored her, which made my sister very sad.

This is only one percent of my sister's. As for my sister's appearance, it can be summed up in two words-"half a month".

Composition about my sister 9 childhood is like a starry sky, beautiful and secluded; Childhood, like a galaxy, lit up the starry sky, making the originally knee-black starry sky glow slightly. And every time I swim in my childhood dream, I really want to pick that fragrant little flower, open that small box full of secrets and take out a secret; Pick that lovely purple grape ... ah! The interesting stories of my childhood really left me with endless memories.

My childhood was spent day by day under the care of my sister. I have a jealous and envious sister. She is tall, with black eyes, thin eyebrows and a very kind heart. Others say she is beautiful. I am very happy after listening to it.

I remember when I was five years old, my sister and I once played by a river not far from home. The clear river can reflect people's shadows. There are all kinds of colorful flowers everywhere on the river bank. Bees collect pollen on flowers, and all kinds of birds are singing touching songs. I just wanted to enjoy the beautiful color competition on the river bank. I accidentally stumbled into the water, my clothes were all wet, and my legs were covered with red blood by pebbles. "It hurts!" I cried. As soon as I saw it, I quickly lifted me up and asked me kindly, "Little sister, where does it hurt?" Then I kept rubbing my legs. It took me a long time to feel better. My sister took my hand and said, "Be careful in the future. Not far from home. Let's go home and change, shall we? " On the way home, my sister always amused me, told me jokes and sang good songs. In a short time, we returned home. My mother has gone out of town and is not at home. My sister quickly bandaged my wound, changed my dry clothes and washed my clothes. After a while, my sister asked me if I was hungry after work and cooked me delicious food. My heart feels so warm and happy. I think my sister is the best sister in the world. I am proud of having such a sister!

My sister's love for me is happy, and my sister's love for me will always be in my heart. I will study hard, keep making progress and repay my sister's love with excellent results.

I love my sister!

When I was young, I always liked to run to my grandmother's house. Every summer vacation, there is always my figure around my grandmother. I don't know what attracts me there. Except for a few quiet rivers, bamboo forests and mountains. And my sister.

I'm my sister's little tail-that's what she said. I slept with her, ate with her and watched TV with her. Quarrel with her, insist that she go to the river to wash clothes with the rising sun every day, play in the cold water, and splash after splash. This is the best memory of those days. I have her in my memory.

The most common thing in that memory is quarreling. When my sister gets angry, she squeezes my little face and turns it red. When I am happy, I will pinch my little face, gently and comfortably. I opened my mouth and shouted, and my little face wrinkled into a ball. Once, I quarreled with her, and I decided to "run away from home". I ran to the bamboo forest with nothing, crying loudly and shaking my shoulders, and I scared away all the birds I saw. I don't know how long it took, but I went back because I saw a big dog running towards me. I was so scared that I ran all the way back and forgot all my vows just now. For several days in a row, I called my sister by her first name and always made some small moves to make her unhappy. I don't know what is good after that. The child's excitement lasts only a few days.

Later, she got married. I feel a strong crisis-I am out of favor. She stopped bickering with me, and she put all her thoughts on her husband. Although my brother-in-law is very kind to me, I still don't like him very much-because I think he took my sister away. Later, when she had a daughter, she completely ignored me. She put all her thoughts into taking care of the little guy, and she had a home. She put all her emotional focus at home and gave everything for her. Last winter vacation, I went to my grandmother's house. I met her, not only my sister, but also my brother-in-law's wife and the little guy's mother. She was so busy at home that I stared at her for 15 minutes and she didn't notice. ...

She is no longer my sister, she is a wife and mother. ...

Label: Sister Composition