What? Her composition? Her composition?

Although she is ugly, she has a pair of big watery eyes, which blink as if she were talking. Lively, she never wants to stay at home and read quietly; She, a confidant who can listen to your heart slowly, occasionally tells a few cold jokes to make you happy, although, after listening, crows will fly over your head.

Voice, but you will still like her as always.

She is my pistachio and bosom friend. I remember once, I was very upset. I don't know why, but I always felt unhappy and unhappy, so I walked aimlessly in the street. It happened that she was hanging out with her friends. She was very considerate and saw my unhappiness at a glance, so I said to my friend, "Go ahead, I'm going to accompany that lonely friend." After seeing my friend leave, he came to me and said, "Are you busy?" "Not busy!" She said angrily, "If you cooperate, you will die!" I replied helplessly, "Well, well, I'm busy!" " ""Ah, you are wearing jeans today, because cowboys are very busy, hahahaha! " She seems to have an epiphany. I suddenly felt a cold wind blowing.

She didn't respond when she saw me, and then asked, "The dragon is the most powerful of the twelve zodiac animals. Do you know who can descend the dragon in the zodiac? " I bowed my head and thought, and then said, "It should be a tiger, the king of beasts!" " "She smiled and said," no, you are wrong. It should be a sheep, because it is a cloned (dragon) sheep. "My familiar feeling is back. There is a crow croaking overhead.

She and I walked and talked. Suddenly, she fell down, the banana peel stuck to her shoes, and she sat on the ground and straightened up. Seeing her in such a mess, I couldn't help laughing. When she saw me smile, she couldn't help being happy and said, "It's worth it to make my good friend laugh."

Look, how lively she is. Have you guessed who she is?

How to write a composition about what he (she) is?

"La la la la ..." Oh, my god, my deskmate is showing off his broken voice again. Really, I don't watch the songs I sing, but I can still sing when I am antique. Silence, ahhh.

My deskmate, surname X, name xx. It is stingy, overbearing, boring and abnormal. He always likes to bully the weak. In the past, he always sat outside and I sat inside. Every time in class, he makes me beg, telling all his praises, only showing a look of "you are smart enough", and then obediently tilting the stool to let me in. I have argued with him over 998 1 times, but I am a big man. For him, no one usually praises him-well, just waste some saliva to praise him.

My deskmate is a kind student, praised by some people as "good eyes", but because she has lived under my dark rule for a long time, she has become a typical gentleman-"having the final say and not doing anything". His motto is: "I can't beat you." I am so angry with you. " So, every time I hit him, he always dodges and scolds me for my crimes. As a result, I was always dumbfounded by his anger, blushing and thick neck, but I couldn't squeeze out a rebuttal. Hum, although I can't beat you, I can beat you. As the saying goes, "If you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell"!

My deskmate's handwriting is quite distinctive, which can be described as unprecedented, belonging to a rather chaotic kind. A song describes it as: "Turn left three times, turn right three times, twist your neck, * * * twist." One day, I was bored, so I grabbed his exercise book and took out a small piece of paper to imitate his handwriting. God, I wasted 10 pieces of paper and wrote more than n words, but nothing was like this! Fortunately, he had the foresight to seize the exercise book quickly, because I had the impulse to tear up his exercise book. ...

Once, someone told me that my deskmate's hairstyle was like taro and watermelon. Hearing this, I immediately returned to my seat and stared at him for a whole minute. When he touched his little white face narcissistically, he asked shyly, "Do you think I am handsome?" Suddenly, I clapped my hands and cried, "Oh, this is so similar!" " "He was startled and glared at me angrily:" Like, like what! " I said innocently, "I like watermelon skin ..." "What?" He jumped up at once, surprised, helpless and sad, and said, "How can I be like a watermelon skin? Ah, life is really a failure ... "What's your hurry when I bang the table? You're not finished yet! I mean, your hair looks like, not you look like ... stupid! ""My hairstyle ... looks like watermelon skin? " He muttered for a moment, then touched his hair. Finally, he looked "defeated by you" and said tragically, "Be a man, don't be so observant. Don't say anything, miss, or I'll be finished ... ""Good! Stop it! " "Really? A word from a gentleman is a promise! "Hum, I'm not a gentleman, I'm a mean person, and that's settled. Alas, you are always against me! You know this is wrong!

There are many stories about my deskmate ... Here, give him a paragraph:

God said, "Let there be light." So there was light in the world. God said, "Doing wrong will be punished." So ... I'll sit at your table. It's not my fault! It's Your Fault ...

She is really something. She is really good at writing 300-400 words.

When the winter comes, the snow is falling like goose feathers. Passers-by, in a hurry, my mother and I were waiting at the station in thick down jackets.

Finally, the bus came. My mother and I followed the crowd to the 822 bus. There are many people on the bus. We were a little warmer than before, but three windows were broken and cold air blew in. A white-haired grandmother was squeezed in front of the window. She is on crutches and doesn't wear much clothes. She looks cold. At this time, the broadcast rang out in the carriage: Please take the initiative to give up your seats to the elderly and children and carry forward the traditional Chinese virtues. But those people didn't seem to hear, some bowed their heads and played with their mobile phones, and some sat motionless in their seats, as if they didn't give their seats to grandma at all.

Just then, a little girl next to grandma stood up and said to her, "Grandma, sit down." I looked at the little girl next to me. She looks about my age, with black hair and big watery eyes. She looks very sensible. Grandma said, "thank you, little girl, you are so sensible!" " "Mom also praised her for being very sensible. At this moment, the person next to the girl got off. She sat down and soon fell asleep. I think it is polite for a girl to give up her seat when she is too tired.

It is common for some adults to give up their seats. But this time, I gave my seat to a little girl only my age, a tired little girl! This moved me very much. I really want to say to her, "You are great!" "

Father's Hands Now, my father's hands are full of calluses, leaving the mark of years. In my dream, I saw big hands holding small hands, and small hands holding big hands.

Those hands have been warm since childhood ...

Once, it was those strong big hands that took me into the kindergarten, and it was also those constant big hands that took me through the six years of primary school.

I remember when I was very young, one spring, my father took me to the airport to fly a kite. At that time, I was not sensible, and my little hand dragged the kite on the lawn, but the kite just couldn't fly high. Naughty, I ran to my father's side and pulled his clothes and said, "Dad, kites can't fly high. Can you make it fly? " Father smiled and said, "OK, let's let him fly, let him fly very high." So, my father gently picked him up with warm hands and held him in his arms. Then, my father picked up the kite on the lawn and handed it to me, letting me hold the thread in my left hand and drag the kite in my right hand. Then, he ran against the wind, and when the wind got stronger, he put his right hand into my little hand and threw the kite into the air together. Then my father slowed down and watched the kite fly into the blue sky with me. At that time, I always thought that my father's warm hands gave the kite strength and made it fly to the free blue sky.

When I was in primary school, my father often stroked my little head with warm hands and said to me, "Chaoer, you should study hard and I will buy you anything you need for your study." I nodded puzzled. During that time, my father often found time to study with me, taught me to write by hand, and took my little hand to the bookstore to buy books.

At noon when I was ten years old. Mom is busy cooking and dad is watching TV in the living room. As usual, I just came home from school, went to the kitchen to serve food, and accidentally broke the bowl. Suddenly, I was afraid that my parents would scold me. Sure enough, my mother turned around and stared at me with a black face, and then scolded, "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, tears welled up from my wet eyes. At this time, my dad came over, looked at the situation and said, "Forget it, forget it, he didn't mean it." My father wiped the tears from my face with his hand, dragged me to the balcony, stroked my little head with his hand, and said earnestly, "Everyone makes mistakes, but if you make mistakes, you must learn from them, and you can't make the same mistakes again, you know? Well, stop crying and be a man. " My father wiped away my tears with his warm hand again.

One night, my father and I were walking in the street. Suddenly, my father reached out and took my hand, looking at the starry night sky and saying, "Chaoer has grown up, and before long, he will be taller than his father." At that time, my father was old, and I had to let you take me away! " Aside, I didn't reply. Holding my father's rough, calloused but warm hand, a stream of heat rushed into my eyes.

Today, my father's hands are covered with calluses, leaving the mark of years. In my dream, I dreamed that big hands were holding small hands, and small hands were holding big hands. ...

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He (she) is the cutest person in my composition.

During the winter vacation, I use my home computer to surf the Internet when I have nothing to do. I found a lot of information about people's heroes on the Internet, such as Jiang Zhujun and Dong Cunrui, which deeply touched me.

Dong Cunrui, born on 1929, joined the Children's League as the head of 1940. 1August, 945, joined the Eighth Route Army. /kloc-0 joined China in March, 1947. After joining the army, I tried to kill the enemy. In the battle, he was brave and good at fighting, made great contributions three times and made small contributions four times. He won three "Brave Medals" and 1 "* * *" Medals, and was also rated as a "model blaster". 1On May 26th, 948, he served as the leader of the blasting team and led the whole class of soldiers to blow up eight enemy bunkers. On the way, the machine guns of the enemy's bridge bunker tightly blocked our army's way forward. In order to clear this obstacle, under the cover of his comrades-in-arms, he rushed to the bottom of the bridge with explosive charges, but he could not place them. At this critical juncture, he resolutely raised the explosive charge of Duiqiao, lit the fuse and shouted: "Comrades! For the new China, go! " The enemy's bunker was blown up and he died heroically. /kloc-0 was commended as "column combat hero" and "model member" in June, 948. 1September, 950, was chased as a "national war hero" at the National War Heroes Conference.

Jiang Zhujun, born in 1920, fought bravely with the Kuomintang reactionaries together with the school teachers and students during the period of anti-civil war, anti-hunger, anti-oppression, and supporting the May 20th bloody student movement in Nanjing. On the morning of June 1948, he was betrayed by a traitor and attacked by the enemy. On the boat, she cursed the traitor and told the organization that there was a traitor. In prison, I was indomitable in the face of all kinds of torture by the enemy. Fingers were smashed by the enemy with chopsticks, crucified with bamboo sticks, tortured by the enemy, and kept secret. She denounced the enemy: "If you kill me, I won't know the organization. You will never achieve your goal in vain. " Her tenacity has won the respect of her friends, and she is known as "the embodiment of Zoya". She organized comrades in prison to study in a planned way and took the lead in the collective struggle of the whole prison several times. 1949 1 141October 14 was taken to radio lanya by agents and secretly shot.

They all gave their precious lives when they were very young. Although their bodies disappeared in the sky of time and the sea of Wang Yang in history, their souls and patriotism were immortal. They are all the cutest people! In order to defend the motherland and pursue themselves, they do not hesitate to sacrifice themselves. How great their thoughts are!

What are his/her fans? He is a fan of small books.

In the bright study, only the sound of rustling was heard, and a little boy was holding a Complete Composition with rapt attention. He is sometimes amused by humorous stories in the book; Sometimes applaud the wonderful stories in the book; Sometimes I burst into tears for the touching stories in the book. He is my cousin-a real "big book fan". He likes playing computer and watching TV, but he likes reading books best.

One night, it was already ten o'clock at night, but my cousin was not asleep. I saw him quietly pick up a book, turn it carefully from page to page, staring at the words in the book, like a greedy hungry wolf, chewing the mystery between the lines. His every move was so cautious, and his big eyes full of wisdom glanced at the door from time to time, but the story in the book pulled him back. My cousin forgot his vigilance and absorbed in reading. In the sea of books, my cousin forgot the world and himself ... I don't know when my grandmother stood in front of the bed and snatched the book from my cousin, and my cousin walked out of the sea of books.

Another time, grandma went out, and my cousin sat on the sofa, absorbed in eating his dessert book. The barking of cars and dogs outside the window didn't affect my cousin at all. "Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang and grandma came back, but my cousin didn't notice. The doorbell rang again, but no one answered it. Grandma broke out in a cold sweat and thought something had happened to her cousin. She quickly opened the door with the key, but she was in danger. It turned out that her cousin was reading, and the boulder in her heart was put down.

Look! My cousin is such a little book fan. Do you know him?

A sincere person

Sincerity can make people feel the warmth like sunshine; Sincerity can make people live in harmony; Sincerity is a great wealth; Sincerity is also a person's most basic character; Sincerity is the conductor of playing life music. Everyone should be sincere. In our life, there will be sincere people. Did you find out?

In this hot summer, the scorching sun hangs high in the blue sky. Dogs stick out their long red tongues, and the farmland cracks their mouths ... In my opinion, this round of sun seems to stick to my head and refuses to leave for a second, which makes me sweat and see stars, which makes me unbearable.

So, I went to the store to buy a bottle of Coca-Cola and sat under a shady tree. This big tree is tall and straight, with deep roots and luxuriant leaves. I drank my coke with relish, drank less than half a bottle, and suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom. I hurried home, washed my hands and sat in our living room to continue drinking.

Soon, I had an idea to pour coke into a bowl to drink. I rushed into the kitchen, took a bowl and picked it up. Just then, I heard a knock at the door, so I opened it and greeted it with a smile. At first glance, it turned out to be my little sister next door. Her face is round, like a watermelon, with round eyes and pigtails on both sides of her head, which is particularly cute. As soon as she came in, she wiped her sweat with her clean little hands.

However, she seemed to see coke that night and asked suspiciously, "Sister, what are you doing at home?" "Nothing." I answered frankly. "Then what's in your bowl?" She then asked. I was just about to reply, but I hesitated-if I told her it was coke, she would drink it all, so what should I drink? I racked my brains and finally thought of a way. She said, "My sister is a little sick. My mother gave me some Chinese medicine in the hospital, but it was very bitter. " My little sister listened to my words and turned and ran. I thought she was scared away by me, and I was elated.

Soon, she ran back. The difference is that this time she also took some candy in her hand. I really don't know what medicine she sells in the gourd. But her words surprised me: "Sister, you said that the medicine you drink is bitter, so it won't be bitter if you eat a few sweets." I was shocked by this sentence.

I really regret hiding the truth. She trusted me so much that I lied to her. I'm ashamed.

From this, I understand that people should treat each other sincerely. Let's have more trust and less doubt. May our life be more joyful and less sad.

"Honesty is more important than wealth." A true and sincere person will always be welcomed and recognized by everyone, and everyone is willing to be close to him. Sincerity is a bridge, let us connect with each other and blend the true feelings; Sincerity is a bright light, illuminating the road for you and me to forge ahead bravely; Sincerity is a ray of sunshine, which makes life colorful and lets us live in harmony ... In short, sincerity is priceless.

Once, my bike had a flat tire. Dad went to work, and my mother was as busy as a bee, so the task of taking the car to the repair shop fell on me. After I asked my mother for a few dollars, I pushed my bike out of the house with trepidation. When I came to a repair shop not far from home, I saw a 50-year-old uncle devoted himself to repairing bicycles, and there were several bicycles waiting to be repaired next to him. I went over and asked softly, "Uncle, my car has a flat tire. Will you mend it for me? " Uncle didn't look up. While he was busy with his work, he said, "Put it down and come back for it in half an hour." My heart is full of doubts: uncle is so old, there are still several cars waiting to be repaired. Will he be careless? So I stood by anxiously waiting for the bus. When my uncle saw that I was not leaving, he looked up at me, as if he had read my mind, put down his work, took my car and repaired it meticulously.

Taking advantage of my work, I took a look at this humble uncle. The most striking thing about his ordinary appearance is his wrinkled and callused hands, which record the hardships he experienced in his life.

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