Character description essay aunt

1. Character description essay about the cleaner

"Haha! You can buy a lot more!" One day during the summer vacation, I happily took the ten yuan my mother gave me. , ran towards the supermarket. When I ran to the door of the supermarket, a person caught my attention - a cleaner. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, a peaked cap, and a pair of black trousers. His appearance was really ordinary. But somehow, my pace gradually slowed down, and my eyes focused on her.

I saw her holding a broom in one hand and a long-handled poke in the other hand, and she was concentrating on sweeping the floor. She first used a broom to sweep the ashes into a pile, then placed the poke in front of the ashes, then used the broom to sweep the ashes in, and finally poured the ashes into the gray garbage truck beside her. Then, he pulled the car to the next place. . This didn't seem to be unusual, but I was deeply moved - look at her face, there were big beads of sweat rolling on it; look at the car next to her , it's almost full----she has been scanning many places for a long time.

She is still sweeping, and she is getting more and more energetic. The sound of cicadas chirping on the trees on the roadside was gradually swallowed up by the sound of sweeping the floor. She seemed to have forgotten everything. At this time, in her eyes there was only a neat and clean road.

She watched every pedestrian and vehicle with indescribable satisfaction in her heart.

At this time, three boys aged fourteen or fifteen came and they were eating popsicles. There was a trash can on the side of the road, but they didn't seem to notice it and threw the popsicle paper on the ground. The cleaner saw it and shook his head slightly, but said nothing. He walked over quietly, swept away the popsicle paper, and returned to the distance. The janitor looked at the three boys again. The three boys saw it, and in a blink of an eye, they blushed and walked past her with their heads lowered.

The sound of "rustling" came again, getting louder and louder, reaching into my heart. 2. Regarding the composition, describe this aunt for me.

It is another cold and windy morning in winter. I walked with my classmate on the way to school. She was still smiling, and the only thing accompanying her was the old tricycle.

She is a laid-off worker who maintains her family's livelihood by pulling a rickshaw. She seemed to be wearing a lot, and clothes of other colors could be vaguely seen under the bright red coat.

Perhaps, you would think that she might not be embarrassed because of her clothes. However, if you look closely at the color of the clothes, you will see that they are already covered with a layer of off-white color caused by years of cleaning. And the looming sweater, there are always some small hair balls floating outside. What an "ageing" piece of clothing that is!

No matter it rains or winds, she always sticks to her position. The face that wasn't originally "rough" was always red from galloping in the wind, and there were even some signs of cracks.

It doesn’t seem to be very long. I don’t know if this will help you. 3. A 600-word essay on character description

A person with distinctive characteristics

A pair of Black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue trousers with flowers, a neat yellow work clothes on the upper body, a small yellow hat on the head, a simple face under the hat... Have you ever noticed that no matter it is cold or hot, These cleaning lady aunties waving brooms on the streets and sweeping away the dust? And I saw it, saw the most beautiful thing in the scorching sun and wind and rain - they are hardworking, simple and selfless...

——Inscription

There are such happy people in the world, they Show your most selfless side through the smiles of others. They sweat and bury their leisurely leisure time, turning it into seeds, growing flowers and fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are the guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts, and they are the cleaners.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean, and I was like a weak sardine trying to squeeze in, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. In the past few days, I have carried out holiday team activities, but I have suffered a lot, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I lick the cold taste.

Maybe it was a conditioned reflex. When I saw the packaging bags littered everywhere on the ground, I threw the packaging bags away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, the people in front of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving behind plastic bags all over the street. . At this time, a cleaning lady who was about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and her whole body was like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown by people into the cleaning car. "Bah, bah, bah..." The sound of the friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, I was touched in my heart and my face felt like it was on fire, but I didn't know what to do. What, so, staring at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and a mother and son came over. The mother said to the child: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will only be able to sweep the streets like this cleaner when you grow up..." The cleaner aunt seemed to He also heard something. He lowered his head and said nothing, just waving the broom.

"Pa", a cigarette butt fell on the newly swept ground along with a mouthful of thick phlegm. "Please don't spit everywhere, please respect other people's work." The cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the spitter. The man glanced at the cleaner disdainfully, "Sweeper, what's your name? Why don't you just sweep the floor? Sweeping cigarette butts, what's the big deal? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper?"

Looking at Auntie's back, I thought Very unpleasant. Cleaning workers are human beings too and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? They do it day after day, year after year. Serving quietly in that humble position. In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching heat. They never seem to be afraid of the heat of the sun or the pungent smell of garbage. The big beads of sweat on the face were so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they are picking up every leaf blown down by the wind with their frozen hands in the severe cold, cleaning every street, and they have stepped into every corner of life. footprints. They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require much effort. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Every day when you sit in the car or walk along the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street, making Binhai New Area clean and tidy. Radiant look. They will clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, and it is when they are busiest at work, they will leave it on the ground. They took the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow water over and over again. The cleaners we see in our daily lives are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are already old, but with their spirit of disobedience, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets. We need to learn and do more. respect. They have paid so much, yet they have become roles that people often ignore. Here, I want to touch your heart with my words: The city belongs to all of us, and only if we all hold hands together with the cleaners to jointly maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city, but also the beauticians of the soul; they are the workers who create a beautiful home, and they are also the living Lei Feng in real life!

The sun's rays shone on the cleaner's body, making her face red. Ah, I suddenly realized that she was so tall and beautiful! 4. Good compositions with character descriptions

I send you a few articles to express my love, which is the most indispensable thing in this world.

Have the kindest maternal love; the most painstaking and unforgettable teacher's love; the most demanding father's love; and the most friendly love that helps you the most. But have you ever thought about the little love a stranger gave you?

A stranger's offer of his seat is also a kind of love; a stranger's support is also a kind of love; a stranger's greeting is also a kind of love.

This kind of love surrounds us all the time. When we were children, when we took the bus, kind-hearted people would give us their seats.

But we are not polite enough to even say "thank you". I remember one time, it was my first time to take a bus, and I was both excited and scared.

When the conductor aunt saw that I was the only one on the bus, she immediately stood up from her special seat and said to me: "Come on, kids, sit here!" and gave me a big sweet smile. Smile. I immediately ran over with my head down, smiled at my aunt, and immediately sat down on my seat.

As I admired the scenery outside, my aunt asked me where to get off the bus, and I said it was at Dongxiaokou. As soon as the aunt calls you, get off the bus and don't sit past the stop.

After saying that, he looked at the passengers in the car again. I noticed that she would hit her legs or rub her knees from time to time, which caught my attention.

When she lifted up her trouser legs and sprayed medicine on her legs, I discovered that there were countless green bumps on her calves, and a large protrusion on her knees. Although I didn’t know much about medicine, But what I can confirm is that this injury has been going on for a long time. Even though she was enduring severe pain, she still gave up her seat for me, who was normal. My heart suddenly boiled and my face turned as red as an apple.

I looked outside again, and there was still one more stop, so I stood up from my seat, walked to the rear door, swiped my card, and got off. Auntie immediately chased me, and when I started running, she shouted to me: "You haven't arrived at the station yet!" I stopped, turned around and shouted to her: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I remembered the wrong station name. I should get off at this stop."

"Then be careful," she almost shouted.

Then I slowly walked back to the car, and it disappeared before my eyes. I said silently in my heart: "Auntie, thank you!" I have grown taller than my mother. Every time I see a child getting in the car, I can't help but think of my childhood.

So I stood up immediately and shouted to the child: "Come on, come here and sit!" He smiled and said to me: "Thank you, sister!" I also replied with a smile: "You're welcome !" He stood at the door and looked outside. The world becomes so beautiful because it is full of love! And this kind of selfless love given to us by strangers is the driving force for us to love others! I have a good deskmate named ***. She is a good, honest and trustworthy child.

Last Tuesday, our math teacher said: "Tomorrow we will have an open class to learn about area and area units. Two students at the same table worked together to prepare 20 small squares with a side length of one centimeter and 20 A 5-cent coin and a pair of scissors."

So, my deskmate and I divided the work. He prepared the coins and scissors, and I prepared the small square. On the second day, I happily came to school with the school tools I had prepared.

Class is about to start, but *** hasn’t come yet. I thought: Maybe she is late! It will definitely come after a while.

The open class was about to start, and the students went to the lecture theater in twos and threes with their books and prepared learning tools. I went to the classroom door and looked around several times, even stretching my neck, but there was no sign of *** yet.

I thought, will she not come? What if she doesn’t come? I don't have those two learning tools, and the teacher will definitely criticize me during class. ..I didn’t dare to think about it anymore, I just felt my heart beating “thump, thump”.

I just prayed silently in my heart: Come on, you bad guy will come later, see how I deal with you. At this time, the head teacher, Mr. Chen, came and found that I was still in the classroom. He hurriedly urged me: "Why are you still here? Go to the ladder classroom quickly."

I said: "***You're still here?" She didn't come. She also prepared other school supplies. "Oh, that's right. She was sick last night and had a fever. She can't come today.

Don't wait, go quickly." Studying in a group." I was completely disappointed, took the book and ran downstairs quickly.

Accidentally, I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw that it was ***’s mother. He hurriedly stopped me; "***, hurry up, take these, these are the scissors and coins that *** prepared.

She was very worried that you would not have these two learning tools in class, and repeatedly told me, I must bring it to you." I was so moved that I took my school tools and ran to the lecture theater.

I am holding more than just these two learning tools! That's a good quality of being honest and trustworthy! In the ocean of life, I don’t know where she came from, nor where she is going, nor her last name. I only remember that her movements in that moment were so free and easy, unusual, and unforgettable. . It was a gorgeous summer day, and I was walking on the road.

A young girl came forward, tall and tall, wearing a red shirt, dark blue trousers, and white high heels, which further showed her beauty. The white scarf on the back of her head tied the thick black hair into a ponytail, adding to her charm.

As she walked, she suddenly stumbled and the heel of her shoe broke. Everything was so unexpected. She stopped, as if she wanted to repair her shoes, but she didn't know how to do it. What should she do? If you put it on, it will not only be time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it will also make you suffer for no reason.

I couldn't help but feel anxious for her, watching her, but there was nothing I could do to help. She stopped there, hesitated for a moment, then took off her high heels, rolled up her trousers, and walked barefoot on her own road.

The behavior of the girl in red was beyond my expectations. Some pedestrians on the road gave her an understanding smile, while others looked at her in surprise. A modern girl actually smiled "hehe" at her twice.

But the girl didn't seem to see or hear this. She still walked her way, occasionally stopping to read the newly arrived books and magazines when passing by a nearby bookstall. The red shirt gradually blended harmoniously into the crowd of people leaving... I couldn't help but be impressed by the courage of the girl in red. Putting myself in her shoes, I wonder if there is such courage as the girl in red, and whether she can be as courageous as her when in trouble. Frankly, I remained silent.

How many things like this would happen to the girl in red in real life! Although we all know how to do it and what is the best way to do it, we are timid, worried about other people's opinions, and afraid of worldly prejudices... As long as we know the path under our feet, we don't care about everything outside, and we must go on firmly! Unusual red coat less. 5. The 300-word character description essay should include portrait, action, and language description

The light blue sky was full of stars, and suddenly a shooting star passed in front of me. I suddenly thought of a person: a long Hair, tall person...who is she? She is the cashier aunt who works silently in an ordinary position.

It was a hot summer afternoon. The sun was blazing in the sky, and the red sun seemed to be scorching the earth. The kittens outside the window are enjoying the benefits of the hot sun - they are "arranging" their fur; the puppies on the ground are also lying softly on the ground, as if to say: "It's so hot, it's so hot!" The cicadas on the tree are also "too hot" He sang like a musician.

I asked my grandma for 5 yuan to buy iced fruit. After paying the money, I picked up the iced fruit and left. Maybe I was a little happy, thinking that I would eat iced fruit soon. Looking for I forgot to take my change. I ran home and grandma asked me for the remaining money. I was stunned and then put my hand into my trouser pocket, but there was nothing in my trousers.

At this moment, there was a crisp knock on the door. When the door opened, it turned out to be the supermarket saleswoman. She panted and said: "Little girl, you run really fast. This is you." Don’t forget to take the three yuan next time.” I said sweetly to the cashier: “Thank you.”

I couldn’t help but blush, and I admired this person very much. Auntie, it’s only three yuan, but I saw the simple heart of the cashier aunt. There are many people like sales assistants in the world. Don’t underestimate people in ordinary positions. It is because of them that the city will be more harmonious. . A noble person does not necessarily have to do earth-shattering things; it is just the little things in life that leave a deep imprint on my heart. 6. Character description essay of 600 words

A person with distinctive characteristics wears a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue floral trousers, neat yellow work clothes on the upper body, and a small yellow hat on his head. A simple face... Have you ever noticed that no matter how cold it is or how hot it is, these cleaners are waving brooms on the streets and sweeping away the dust? And I saw it, saw the most beautiful thing in the wind and rain under the scorching sun - they are hardworking, simple, selfless... - Inscription There are some such happy people in the world, they use the smiles of others to interpret their most selfless side.

They sweat and bury their leisurely leisure time, turning it into seeds, growing flowers and fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are the guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts, and they are the cleaners.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation.

People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean, and I was like a weak sardine trying to squeeze in, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream.

In the past few days, I have carried out holiday team activities, but I have suffered a lot, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I lick the cold taste. Maybe it was a conditioned reflex. When I saw the packaging bags littered everywhere on the ground, I threw the packaging bags away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, the people in front of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving behind plastic bags on the ground on the street. . At this time, a cleaning lady who was about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and her whole body was like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown by people into the cleaning car.

"Bah, bah, bah..." The sound of the friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched, and my face felt like it was on fire. But I didn’t know what to do, so I stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and a mother and son came over. The mother said to the child: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will only be able to sweep the streets like this cleaner when you grow up..." The cleaner aunt seemed to He also heard something. He lowered his head and said nothing, just waving the broom.

"Pa", a cigarette butt fell on the newly swept ground along with a mouthful of thick phlegm. "Please don't spit everywhere, please respect other people's work."

The cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the person who was spitting. The man glanced at the cleaner with disdain and said, "Sweep the floor." What's your name? Why don't you just sweep the cigarette butts? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper? "Looking at Auntie's back, I thought. Very unpleasant. Cleaning workers are human beings too and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? They do it day after day, year after year.

Silently dedicated in that humble position. In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching heat. They never seem to be afraid of the heat of the sun or the pungent smell of garbage.

The big beads of sweat on the face are so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they are picking up every leaf blown down by the wind with their frozen hands in the severe cold, cleaning every street, and they have stepped into every corner of life. footprints.

They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require much effort. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Every day when you sit in the car or walk along the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street, making Binhai New Area clean and tidy. Radiant look. They will clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, and it is when they are busiest at work, they will leave it on the ground. They took the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow water over and over again.

The cleaners we see in our daily lives are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are already old, but with their spirit of refusing to accept old age, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets. We need to learn and admire more. They have paid so much, yet they have become roles that people often ignore.

Here, I want to use my words to touch your heart: the city belongs to all of us, and only if we all hold hands with the cleaners to jointly maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city, but also the beauticians of the soul; they are the workers who create a beautiful home, and they are also the living Lei Feng in real life! The sun's rays shone on the cleaner's body, making her face red.

Ah, I suddenly realized that she was so tall and beautiful. 7. The character description essay should be more than 400 words, the more the better

In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman, he is in his forties. uncle.

The uncle's skin is dark and dark, and it is obvious at a glance that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; on his Chinese-shaped face, there is a pair of small but bright eyes. .

There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor.

The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home. It's six floors, and the trip up and down is quite tiring without taking anything, not to mention the milkman carrying so many milk bottles.

What's more, the milk bottles are round and slippery. If you are not careful, you will break several bottles. Most people will just put them downstairs when they see this situation. This uncle is not like that. Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon, he always delivers the milk to the door of the subscriber's house on time. Then he knocks on the door and shouts "The milk is here!" Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder, no matter it is windy or rainy. Snow, every day at six o'clock in the afternoon, the familiar footsteps and the loud call "The milk is here!" will always be heard in the corridor. On a cold windy evening, the uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the milk bottle , and found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless wind, and his skin was wrinkled like the bark of an old pine tree.

I'm curious, why don't you wear gloves? Do you have no money to buy gloves or are you too busy to buy gloves? Otherwise, I would give him a pair. The next day, when he came to deliver milk again, I finally couldn't help but ask him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water droplets on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip off."

Oh, that’s right! I sighed in my heart: This milk delivery uncle actually clasped his hands in the middle of winter in order not to break the milk bottle. How admirable! My mother said that this is a kind of professionalism worth learning from each of us. Uncle milkman, you are the person I admire the most. A man with distinctive characteristics. He wears a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue flowered trousers, neat yellow overalls on his upper body, and a small yellow hat on his head. There is a picture below the hat. Simple faces...Have you ever noticed these cleaners waving brooms on the streets to sweep away the dust, no matter how cold it is or how hot it is? And I saw it, the most beautiful thing in the wind and rain under the scorching sun - they are hardworking, simple, selfless... - Inscription There are some happy people in the world, they use the smiles of others to interpret their most selfless side.

They sweat and bury their leisurely leisure time, turning it into seeds, growing flowers and fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are the guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts, and they are the cleaners.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean, and I was like a weak sardine trying to squeeze in, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream.

In the past few days, I have carried out holiday team activities, but I have suffered a lot, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I lick the cold taste. Maybe it was a conditioned reflex. When I saw the packaging bags littered everywhere on the ground, I threw the packaging bags away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, the people in front of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving behind plastic bags on the ground on the street. . At this time, a cleaning lady who was about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and her whole body was like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown by people into the cleaning car.

"Bah, bah, bah..." The sound of the friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched, and my face felt like it was on fire. But I didn’t know what to do, so I stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and a mother and son came over. The mother said to the child: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will only be able to sweep the streets like this cleaner when you grow up..." The cleaner aunt seemed to He also heard something. He lowered his head and said nothing, just waving the broom.

"Pa", a cigarette butt fell on the newly swept ground along with a mouthful of thick phlegm. "Please don't spit everywhere, please respect other people's work."

The cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the person who was spitting. The man glanced at the cleaner with disdain and said, "Sweep the floor." What's your name? Why don't you just sweep the cigarette butts? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper? "Looking at Auntie's back, I thought. Very unpleasant. Cleaning workers are human beings too and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? They do it day after day, year after year.

Silently dedicated in that humble position.

In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching heat. They never seem to be afraid of the heat of the sun or the pungent smell of garbage.

The big beads of sweat on the face are so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they are picking up every leaf blown down by the wind with their frozen hands in the severe cold, cleaning every street, and they have stepped into every corner of life. footprints.

They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require much effort. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Every day when you sit in the car or walk along the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street, making Binhai New Area clean and tidy. Radiant look. They will clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, and it is when they are busiest at work, they will leave it on the ground. They took the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow water over and over again.

The cleaners we see in our daily lives are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are already old, but with their spirit of refusing to accept old age, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets. We need more to learn and admire. They have paid so much, yet they have become roles that people often ignore.

Here, I want to use my words to touch your heart: the city belongs to all of us, and only if we all hold hands with the cleaners to jointly maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city, but also the soul. 8. Character description essay

Who is she? You see, she is neither tall nor short, she is thin and has fair skin. There is a pair of braids on the round head. On the delicate face, under the light eyebrows, there is a pair of bright eyes. A flat mouth is like a duck's beak, with two rows of white and even teeth. He was wearing colorful children's clothes and a red scarf tied around his neck. She is my good friend - Wen Sunlin. Wen Sunlin cares about me. I remember the first day of school, the sky was clear and clear. Before music class, we went downstairs to raise the flag. Everyone went straight to the stairs and crowded into a pile, squeezing and squeezing, ah! Not good! I fell down and hurt my leg. I had no choice but to sit on the stairs and scream "Wow wow". At this moment, my good friend Wen Sunlin appeared. She ran over to me regardless of her own safety and said to me kindly: "Are you okay?" I said sadly: "I fell down when I was going downstairs. This is terrible." It hurts me so much!" Wen Sunlin asked anxiously, "Do you still feel pain?" I cried and said, "Of course it hurts!" After hearing what I said, Wen Sunlin immediately stretched out her hands and touched her gently. She touched my wound, and with her help, I stood up reluctantly and said to her: "Shall we go to the playground to raise the flag together?" Wen Sunlin helped me and limped to raise the flag. I am grateful. He said to Wen Sunlin: "Wen Sunlin, you are so kind to me, thank you for helping me today. Wen Sunlin said happily: "As long as you are fine, we should help each other as friends, are you right?" I nodded happily. Wen Sunlin, you are so caring to me, you are really good to me. Friends! I hope we will always be good friends, okay?

(Let’s change the name)