My sister and I wrote short stories when we were young.

A. My sister and I wrote unforgettable things.

There is a person, she is very small; There is a person who knows a lot of truth; Someone will care about me; Someone will tell me a beautiful fairy tale. She is my sister.

That night, it was a little dark and there were few stars outside the window. I tossed and turned in bed and felt uncomfortable all over. Maybe my cough woke my sleeping sister, "Are you okay?" It's the first time she spoke to me so gently. I nodded in some pain. Then, I heard hurried footsteps and rustling sound. Then I saw my sister holding a glass of water and medicine in her hand and said, "Eat! Maybe it will be better. " When I heard this, I saw another warm current slowly flowing through my heart. I had a beautiful dream that night.

The sunshine is lazily written on the floor of my house. My sister and I get up early, and we sit on the sofa and enjoy the sunshine. I said naughtily to my sister, "Let's sing 1", so we were intoxicated with the joy of singing. Laughter, beautiful songs echoed in the sky, and two smiling faces with childishness flashed in the sun.

There are many stories about her and me, perhaps not as wonderful as Arabian Nights, and not as colorful as Andersen's fairy tales. However, my story with her is unique and the most beautiful. Do you feel it?

B. Composition with the theme of "My sister and I in the photo"

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

C. My sister and I wrote a 270-word story.

The general appearance of my sister;

Sister's character;

The story of the sister;

Summarize the full text.

D. when I was a child, my sister and I played tearing famous brands.

Everyone has unforgettable things in his childhood, and I am no exception. It happened when I was 9 years old.

That winter, my sister and I went to my grandmother's house to play. The two of us said hello to grandma and went straight to the two big apricot trees behind the house. I wanted to swing, so my sister went to the hut to get the rope, and we tied the rope to the apricot branches together. Sister hurried to the "swing" and sat on it. I saw my sister playing alone and left me alone. I stepped forward and pushed my sister away. I quickly sat on it and shook it happily. But I heard a "click" without swinging a few times, and the rope was not fastened and broke. I fell heavily on the ground and burst into tears in pain. Why am I so unlucky? Seeing this, my sister quickly comforted me and said, "You are too reckless. I just sat on it to see if the rope was strong. " I listened to my sister's words, hugged her and burst into tears with regret. I thought to myself: I only care about playing by myself, regardless of my sister. But my sister saw me fall and helped me up desperately. I feel guilty to death.

Although it has been a long time, it has also taught me a lesson: I will never be rash in the future, and I must learn to put my ancestors first!

E. Write interesting childhood stories with my sister.

After breakfast this morning, I played games with my sister. We are playing the hottest Plants vs Zombies!

Although I only played a small game version, it was still enough for my sister and me to be busy!

(I am busy conducting), and my sister-in-law also said that I look like a little commander!

Everyone must have played this game, er … I mean the boys in our class. My sister told me that's what she can do! My sister and I played the least challenging tutorial, which was really not challenging enough! There is only one road after a * * * *, and the zombie will finish one before the other, haha, this is my little ks.

But it's getting harder and harder later, so I will often say the following words. "Elder sister, be careful, there are iron bucket zombies!" "attention, mushrooms can't be beaten, change peas!" ……

Finally, under my command, my sister finally passed the small game version of 14. Haha, I feel very fulfilled. I can't believe I let my sister, a rookie, pass 14. Not bad!

F write some interesting stories about childhood, such as catching small fish and my sister by the river.

During this week, we fell in love with Jiang Jiahui. As soon as we finished the exercises, we swarmed like a hornet's nest, clamoring to play games. Jiang Jiahui has always been our "general" in playing games. She said, we girls all like playing games. As long as she says it, we will raise a hundred hands in favor. This time, Jiang Jiahui suggested catching chickens with eagles, and we quickly did as she asked. "Who will be the hen?" Me, me, me. Everyone argued and quarreled, and Jiang Jiahui was squeezed in, one hand held high in the air, and some people were still standing. I warned them once that it was very dangerous. Finally, Jiang Jiahui chose me as a hen, and the "chicks" at the back immediately found their places, and some boys joined in. Zhou Lin was quick and quick, and she was the first to pull my skirt. "On your marks, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, go," Jiang Jiahui shouted. Jiang Jiahui, like a sly fox, will suddenly turn in one direction, so that I can't keep a little distracted. I will try my best to open my arms and protect my "children". A long line, like a long dragon, swayed from side to side with the faucet, and a minute passed. "Come on, get down, come on." When I saw the "eagle" coming, I quickly turned on the sound to remind the children. Naughty children in the back are the key targets of Eagle. They were taken away by the hateful eagle under my nose. Over time, I get nervous and sweat if I don't pinch it. There are only three chickens left. I have to save them quickly. We discussed a countermeasure, sent a chicken as a "bridge" and told other "chickens" about the plan. As I expected, I saved a lot of chickens at once. We kept laughing and playing wildly in the ocean of laughter. Like a dream, I will wake up soon; Like a gust of wind, it blows away; We all went back to the classroom tired.

Please write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic of "The Story between My Sister and me".

The story between my sister and me.

Sister 13 years old, grade 6. Although she is three years older than me, she is thin and small and often bullied by me. Of course she is not convinced, so she often fights with me.

One night at dinner, I said my sister was a cockroach. My sister was unhappy and glared at me. I was having a meal at that time, and I didn't have the strength to fight back, so I kicked my sister from under the table. My sister showed no weakness and kicked me in turn. Both of us/We both

One of them fought under the table, but I accidentally kicked my mother. I thought it was my sister, so I kicked it hard. My mother shouted, "What are you doing?" My sister and I will stop at once. Watching my sister get angry.

Son, I smiled. I accidentally fell down and sat on a big fart pier. My sister saw it and said that I was extremely sad and deserved it! But I am still laughing, which proves that a man is strong and not afraid of pain.

We do this not only when we eat, but also when we sleep. Before going to bed every day, my sister and I have to read books. That day, we were reading. I watched, secretly glanced at my sister, and then said that my sister was a little thin, but she wasn't.

Glad to. Kick me in bed. If I'm not convinced, you kick me, and I can't kick my sister, and my sister can't kick me, so we will kick the quilt together. We laughed and kicked the quilt away and fell to the ground.

At this time, neither of us was angry. After kicking the quilt, we went to bed.

Although my sister and I usually have a lot of fights, we all ended up fighting. She is still my good sister, and I am still her good brother. There are many stories about my sister and me. If you want to listen, tell them later. I am going to do my homework now. Bye.

H. Emergency help. When I was a child, my story composition was 1000 words.

There is a short point and a long point, please add or delete some more. ……

The story of my childhood

According to my mother, I was very funny when I was a child: black hair, chubby face, white and tender, like a "flour dumpling", everyone loved me. Coupled with a pair of particularly smart black eyes, it is even more pleasing.

Listen, my mother is telling my childhood story again. ...

Once, I saw a red ribbon behind the plane on TV. It was very nice. I immediately pulled out a red ribbon from the closet, stuck it on the * * with double-sided tape and ran into the room. The red ribbon flutters in the wind, and I am especially like a chased little fox. As soon as my father pulled my "red tail", I lost my footing and fell on all fours. Dad came to help me, neither too early nor too late. Just when my dad came to help me, I farted and almost smoked my dad to death. Now that I think about it, I can't help laughing.

"There are many interesting things!" Mom said another thing with a smile. ...

One day, my mother took me to the park to play. I looked around and saw a snack bar. I took my mother's hand and walked there. At that time, I didn't know how to speak. I pointed to the hot dog and then to the ice cream. Mom got it. She ordered some food that I like to eat. There may be too many people. I have been waiting for a long time, but my food hasn't come yet. I can't wait. I grabbed an ice cream from a child younger than me and solved it three or two times. I don't care if the child starts crying. The food we ordered finally arrived. I snatched it from the waiter, and the juice glass turned over and spilled all over me. I took off my coat and threw it on the ground. I quickly knelt on it and licked it. At this time, I took another look at the ice cream on the table, grabbed it and took a bite. Suddenly, I sneezed at the ice cream that had just arrived in my mouth and spilled it on the waitress's sister's face. She wiped the dirt on her face, scraped my little nose and said, "You little guy, you are so naughty!" " "While she was not paying attention, I made a face at her and made everyone present laugh. That kid came running and put an ice cream on my face, and I suddenly became a "little face". Instead of being angry, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. I smiled foolishly and made my mother laugh and cry.

This is me when I was a child. I am naughty and greedy. Do you like it?

The story of my childhood

When I was a child, there were many stories, some of which have been forgotten and some of which are still fresh in my memory.

1,

According to my mother, when I was born, there was a big crab crawling at home, and a big snake climbed in from the well near my window. Later, my father killed me. It's really weird. I remember once I told the rain to stop, and a heavy rain really stopped immediately.

I think these are really outrageous.

2,

I like painting since I was a child. I remember once drawing with lead wire in the mud in front of my house.

The door was made of mud, and then I simply made rivers and buildings out of mud and made a mess of the door. My parents are very eager to see it.

On another occasion, I found a lot of stones from the yellow sand pile to draw with. I am very happy. I chose all kinds of stones to paint on the wall.

My neighbors' new wall was destroyed by me, which made them laugh and cry. When I was a child, I liked painting. There are pictures everywhere, on the floor, on the wall, on the table, on the calendar and in all my books.

I also like to cut beautiful pictures from books. I remember once cutting my brother's new textbook, Chinese book and so on. This is a catastrophe.

3,

Once I picked up a lot of mechanical garbage in my dad's factory. I like it very much. Let my dad take it back. Of course, my dad wouldn't pull it.

Then I thought of an idea, that is, tie the garbage behind the bike with a rope.

I think since my father refused, the bike will definitely ride back, and then my affairs will come naturally, and the more I think about it, the smarter I feel.

My dad found out, and then I stayed (hehe, I didn't expect my dad to find out)

5,

I am an introverted child, but I am also very naughty. I often go through things when my parents are not at home.

Rearrange and combine all the furniture and other movable things according to your own ideas.

As a result, I made a mess at home and was scolded by my parents.

Outside, I also did an amazing thing. Now I think I'm scared. I actually set fire to all the reeds in Okawabe.

It's about a kilometer long. This is a big fire. I was really scared to death.

6,

There were no toys at home when I was a child. I often use lead wire to make various shapes and ask my mother what it is.

Like many scientists, I often ask my mother how she came from, and my mother always perfunctory me.

I also like to play with water, like to play with ants, like to tease them with bugs, and like to play with water around them. I also like to pinch everything with mud.

I often peek at TV with my brother in the mirror, and I often go fishing with my brother. Monopterus albus and snakehead often have many jokes.

I remember once we made a lot of money ourselves and went shopping. Because our parents didn't let us eat snacks at all, we went shopping crazily.

As a result, I still remember my stomachache.

seven

My parents are farmers, so my brother and I often work in the fields. Once my brother and I worked under the assignment of our parents. Because I was too tired, my brother was lazy, but I persisted.

And the mouth has been saying that sticking to the end is victory, and sticking to the end is victory. Later, * * * got a serious illness. Now that I think about it, I am impressed by my perseverance and I am really proud.

8,

When I was very young, I once watched the cartoon Zorro and thought I had made an important discovery. As long as I have a red cloak, I can fly freely. I was really excited.

So I found a piece of red cloth to cover the sewing machine and put it on my body quickly, ready to jump downstairs and try it myself.

Looking at the tall building, I hesitated and put a plastic bag at the bottom of the building. I still don't understand why plastic bags were put at that time. What's the use of this thing)

Then I jumped down very smartly. I thought I would fly, but the speed was so fast that I didn't even have a chance to open my eyes.

I just heard my ears whirring, and then the pain was unbearable A week later, I was much better. I lied to my parents about this.

nine

Before I go to school, I have a new schoolbag and a new pencil box. I can go to school. I am very happy. I remember running around.

Like a madman, I fell, got up, ran, fell and got up again. I don't know why I was so excited.

When I got to school, I was very naughty. I follow the teacher and play the teacher. The young female teacher cried. When the teacher scolded me, I blocked my ears.

I put my head in the drawer, and then I was called by the class teacher, and I became very obedient from then on.

Until now, she is a very obedient boy, so there are not many stories when she grows up.

When I was very young, life was simple and happy.

I often fight with my brother and steal money from my parents to buy delicious food with my brother.

Often a person silently draws mud, paints, plays with sand, teases ants and bugs.

I often like to play with water and get blisters on my hands, and I also like to play hide-and-seek with my friends.

Often secretly restore the scene after wetting the bed without parents' knowledge.

I often rummage around at home, and I really want to find something that surprises me.

I often do housework and sweep the floor with the praise of my parents.

Usually a person will run around, learn from the Monkey King or do something crazy.

I am always happy for a little praise from my parents for a long time, and shed tears for a little injustice and criticism.

I am always eager to visit relatives or go out to see movies, go to other fresh places, often watch TV and read many picture books.

I am always eager to get sick, I can eat something delicious if I work less, and my parents will pay special attention to me, but I am afraid of injections.

Often eager to wear beautiful clothes, buy a lot of fun toys, and sometimes clamor for snacks and good dishes.

I am always eager to grow up quickly, so that I can know a lot of things I don't know.

1. An interesting childhood story with my sister.

There were many interesting things when I was a child, especially counting snowmen.

One day when I was more than three years old, it was snowing heavily. The houses, trees and roads outside were covered with thick snow, which seemed to turn the outside into a white fairy tale kingdom. Sister Han Han happened to live in my house, and I clamored to go outside to play with the snow, so my parents took us downstairs to make a snowman. After I went downstairs, I reached out my little hand to catch the snowflake, but I saw that the snowflake fell on my hand and became crystal drops.

Dad first hit a snowball the size of a basketball, then put it on the ground and rolled it with snow. The snowball is getting bigger and bigger. My sister and I rolled a little snowball like my father. Then dad put the big snowball upright, and my sister and I carried our little snowball on it. Mother found dry leaves to make snowman's eyes, pepper stuck in the snowman's face to make his nose, red paper torn off and pressed on the snowman's face, a little red bucket buckled on the snowman's head to make a hat, and cardboard folded into the snowman's arm. Beautiful snow dolls have been made!

I took my sister's hand and jumped around the snowman. Our happy laughter seems to make winter warm, and the heavy snow brings me endless happiness!

Show off the fruits of labor, happy childhood memories!

J. Story composition as a child

[Childhood Story Composition]

Today is the first day of winter vacation, a story composition when I was a child. Walking into the farmer's market in Donggang, I feel so familiar. This is where my childish steps began. Every booth here is where I play and study, which is also the source of my famous stupidity. I was brought up by my grandmother Sihong in the countryside from zero to three years old. The first thing I want to say is grandma! In the past three years, I have met an old woman named grandma! They all say I'm so smart and sensible. After three years old, I came to Suzhou. My activity environment is the farmers' market. When I see my grandma who collects money in the market, I also call them grandma affectionately. They said, no, you have to call grandma. They taught me the pronunciation of the word "grandma" and made me learn it twice before letting me go. When I went to the market the next day, I saw that the grandmothers who collected money were called grandmothers again. Grandma corrected me again. On the third day, I still didn't correct my grandmother's name ... After a week of correction, I finally learned to call my grandmother an old woman. I learned the word grandma too slowly, so the market gave me this stupid name. People are strangers in a foreign land, and they always miss their loved ones on holidays. Mother's Day is coming, but I am very helpless when I am studying in a foreign land. But I can't wait for my mother who brought me up with hard work, and I can't wait for my mother to wash her silver hair abandoned by years. At this point, it is near dusk. It's raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the deafening thunder is endless, and lightning has pierced the sky. At this time, the weather is like my mood I am full of thoughts, thinking of my distant relatives and my great mother. I dialed the phone and only heard a beep, but there was no response. I am in a hurry. Why can't I get through? Did mom change her number? While I was still thinking deeply, the familiar voice interrupted my train of thought: Happy holidays, mom, middle school students write "The Story Composition of Childhood". Mother thanked me, and her voice was more vicissitudes than before. I seem to see another wrinkle on her face. It's windy outside, and I quietly listen to my mother talking about my childhood. Xiao Wei, do you remember when you were a child? No matter what your mother teaches you and says about you, you are indifferent. Whenever I play basketball with my friends, I get dirty as soon as I come back, and I take a bath for free with sweat on my body. You haven't said to your mother angrily: you want a cold drink. I don't agree with you, but you are more embarrassed with me. In fact, mom is also for your health. Later, you went to your menstrual home for a few days to avoid me. Apologize to your mother as soon as you come back. This is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. You were silent for a while. Ask me: Mom, am I a bad boy? Will you love me and hurt me as before? Silly child, you will always be mom's baby. No matter what you have done wrong, no one can change our mother-child relationship. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm. Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother. Childhood stories She had many stories when she was a child. In the eyes of adults, she is such a headache and her naughty behavior is frightening. She is my mother. Born in the countryside, she was only six or seven years old, so she had to herd cattle, cut pig grass and drive ducks. Grandma has many children. She is the youngest. Generally, my sisters and brothers do the heavier farm work. For her, the easier job is herding cattle. Take this job to the fields twice a day to feed it. Be careful not to eat rice. Otherwise, neighbors will complain and have to play after work. It was a warm afternoon, and I took my cows to the field, surrounded by open grass. The cow is eating grass. She counted the peppers bored, red and green, and her mouth watered. The basket she brought immediately contained some fresh peppers, and the stalks with buds beside them also entered the basket, as well as sweet potatoes and radishes. When leaves are used as food for cows, cows are full of joy. As for her, put the sweet potato washed out of the ditch in her mouth and eat it with relish. When peeling the stem by hand, take a bite, bite by bite, and the sound is pleasant. At that time, Niu Er went home with her full stomach. After returning home, she secretly grabbed some from the salt bowl, pulled out the seeds in the pepper, completely picked them out, and put salt in them. It was delicious ... However, adults could not know about it, otherwise they would have to be popular. It's freezing, and every household in the countryside has reserved radishes and sweet potatoes. I ate heavily when I visited my relatives, and no one said anything.