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A 600-word essay about my sister by primary school students

A 600-word essay about my sister by a primary school student

I have a sister who is beautiful, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, a pair of cute tiger teeth, two small dimples and There is a beauty mark under her eyes and a head of long black hair.

She is very strong, very good, very proud, and sometimes a bit stubborn.

I still remember that when she first came here, she had never learned English at all in her hometown and couldn’t even recite the 26 letters. However, she looked at my English scores as if she had decided something. She became the English class representative. When I heard the news, I was shocked and felt that I had heard a joke in the world. As I expected, her first English test score was only in the 60s. Her father sighed repeatedly, and her mother frowned. But she did not give up. Later, she practiced diligently every day, but I kept denying her practice, thinking that if hard work is useful, why would a genius do it? But she told me with practical actions that her efforts were successful. First in the class in English. I still remember how she looked like she had won five million while holding her report card, jumping up and down with joy. Like a monkey.

As she wished, her English scores were first and third overall every year. Although her grades were good, she changed and became arrogant, unaware that there were mountains outside the mountains. It was precisely because of her arrogance that she became a giant who was not afraid of anything.

My math scores are not good and I usually hover around the passing mark, so she was very confident that she could definitely improve my scores. So I made a pact with her that if my grades improved she would stop competing with me to watch TV. She agreed, but after my grades were handed out, my grades did not rise but fell, so she was not convinced. She dragged me every day and asked me to do my homework. I was helpless but could only cooperate with her. She was like a shepherd and I became the sheep that could not be driven away. All the hard work paid off, and under her supervision, my math scores finally improved. She also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the results are not mine but hers.

Only later did I understand why she did that. She told me that a person who gives up without working hard will never succeed.

Part 2: A 600-word essay by primary school students about my sister

My sister is Yu Qing. She has curly hair and a pair of big bright eyes, like a cute doll. She is a first-class model student in front of the teacher, with 100 points in math and first place in the whole grade in the Mathematical Olympiad... Mom always says: "Look at how great your sister is!" Dad always says: "Learn from your sister." !" And I always think: Fortunately she is my cousin. If we were born to the same parents, wouldn't I have to live in her shadow? She is a completely good girl in front of her family. When guests come, she will bring sweet smiles, warm words and delicious food; when everyone sits together to eat, she will put a piece of fish for grandparents, which will attract everyone's admiration. But I know there is another side to my sister.

First, she doesn’t follow the rules of the game. Once, my sister, my dad and I were playing a signature stick game. During the triangle-turning session, my dad successfully turned a big triangle. My sister got anxious and yelled: "Uncle, you are a match! It doesn't count!" Now, the triangle is deformed. My dad smiled and said, "Kid, I won't play with you anymore."

Secondly, she was too domineering. I played flying chess with her, and when I hit the number 6, she said, "You can't move the chess piece until you hit the number 1." As for her, she could move the chess piece no matter which number she hit. So her chess piece moved unimpeded all the way, but my poor chess piece was stuck in the same place. She even called it a beautiful name: "Didn't your mother want you to be a little lady? I'll give you a chance to move slowly, our little lady." ." I stamped my foot and said, "You are too domineering and unreasonable. I won't play anymore."

Third, she can't afford to lose. In our rope skipping competition, I jumped two more times than her, so of course I won. But she said: "There are only two more, so it should be considered a tie.

I was dissatisfied and said, "Why am I even with you?" Obviously I dance more than you! "We quarreled over this. My sister's eyes were red, and she cried and shouted: "I am your sister, how can I lose to you? "

This is the other side of my sister. It turns out that my sister also has bad habits such as cheating, being a loser, and being a crybaby. I want to say to my sister: "We are just playing games. Have fun, be happy, let's make up! It doesn’t matter if you lose to me once in a while, it’s normal. Don’t think about winning all the time!

A 600-word essay by a primary school student about my sister

I have a cousin who lives far away in Wuhan. She is very pretty. A head of black and shiny hair hangs behind her back as if she has been smeared with oil, her eyebrows are curved like willow leaves, and there is a pair of bright eyes underneath, which often shine with the light of wisdom.

Not only is she beautiful, she is also a master of backgammon!

This summer vacation, my sister came to my house to play and said: "When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I won the first place in the women's delegation. One person." I said unconvinced, "How about going with you?" "Okay!" She readily agreed.

The game started. In the first game, she didn’t even see my three-for-four move, and I beat her easily. I thought to myself, my sister’s level is just like this.

In the second game, I set up the "Ten Formation", which means that the top, bottom, left and right are all two consecutive chess pieces. As long as I put down a chess piece at the intersection, it will become Each row has five, so you win. Just when I was feeling proud of this, my sister suddenly struck first. It turned out that she had already seen through this formation and placed one of her chess pieces at the intersection. It surprised me. I didn't expect that she learned her lesson and beat me in this round.

The third game is the most critical, the one that determines the outcome. When it was played, my sister looked serious. She would carefully study every chess piece I played, think about the reasons why I placed it there, and then make a move. Likewise, I didn't dare to be sloppy at all. My eyes were wide and round, for fear of missing a chess piece. At this moment, a smile appeared on my sister's face. It turned out to be her three-and-four, and I quickly stopped her. Time passed by minute by minute, and our chess moves became more and more dense, making it dizzying.

Suddenly, I also had a three-for-four chess piece, and decided to give it a try. Of course, my attentive sister saw this move. She stopped me quickly. Alas! There is no chance now, I can only take one randomly. When my sister saw it, she clapped her hands happily and said, "I won." Looking at my confused look, she pointed at the chessboard and said, "Look, there are four chess pieces here, and you are not stopping me now. Really?" Then I suddenly realized. It turned out that I was only thinking about myself and didn't take a closer look at her. I have to admit that my sister's chess skills are indeed better than mine.

My sister is not only good at playing chess, but also very good at studying. I heard that I ranked first in the class in the high school entrance examination. This is my smart and beautiful sister.