How to write the composition for the sixth grade of the Chinese Language Garden in the first volume of the fourth grade of primary school?

Not a relative, but better than a relative (1)

"It's March 5th, the day to learn from Uncle Lei Feng." Xiaolan murmured while looking at the calendar, seems to be thinking. "Oh, by the way, I'm going to help Grandma Zhang downstairs with her work." Xiaolan jumped up with joy.

Grandma Zhang is an elderly Inner Mongolian. Her children all work in the city and she rarely comes back a few times a year. Grandma Zhang lives alone in the family. Moreover, her family is poor. It's a dull day.

Xiaolan came to Grandma Zhang’s house, and Grandma Zhang was at home. Xiaolan saw some dirty clothes on the bed, so she decided to help Grandma Zhang wash the clothes.

Xiaolan brought a piece of soap and a basin from home, then picked up the dirty clothes and went to the river to wash them. Xiaolan is usually a hard-working girl, and she is very good at washing clothes. After a while, she has washed the clothes cleanly.

Xiaolan returned to Grandma Zhang’s house. Grandma Zhang was sitting on a stool staring at the roof in a daze. Xiaolan put the washed clothes on the floor, walked forward, and called sweetly: "Grandma!" Grandma Zhang quickly got up, went forward, hugged Xiaolan, touched Xiaolan's face with one hand, and said with her old age She put her face close to Xiaolan's forehead and said excitedly: "My son, my son! You and I are closer than our relatives! Grandma often troubles you, I'm so sorry." Xiaolan listened to her grandma's words , kept wiping her hands on her apron, raised her head and said with a smile: "Grandma, you're welcome, just think of me as your granddaughter!"

Xiaolan and grandma came to the yard together. Inside, I hung the washed clothes to dry on the hangers. A gust of wind blew, and each piece of clothes waved happily to Xiaolan, as if to say: "Thank you for giving me a bath and making me so white."< /p>

After hanging the clothes, Xiaolan told Grandma Zhang many jokes and stories, and Grandma Zhang fell forward and backward with laughter.

At this time, someone came out with a beautiful song: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world... After hearing this, Xiaolan felt as sweet as honey, with a satisfied smile on her face.

From first to third grade, he was always my role model, my opponent, and my friend. Every time, his composition is always better than mine. Every time I finish writing a short poem, I ask him to revise it for me. He is always so good. He, Liu Chen.

Every time I take the midterm exam, I am always not as good as him. I was a competitive kid. , I secretly thought: I can surpass him. That Chinese unit test, I looked at the test paper: 94 points. I went to see what score he got on the test as usual, 90 points. This time, I finally surpassed him. After that, I passed him many times.

That time, my head teacher gave me a letter. I thought: Who gave it to me? I opened the letter and saw that my essay "Interesting Childhood" won the silver medal in the "Youth Writers Cup". Many classmates gathered around to watch, and Liu Chen was no exception.

The publisher gave me ten more books. On June 1st, I brought five books to school and gave three to my classmates. One copy was given to the Chinese teacher. I wanted to keep a copy to read, but then Liu Chen left and asked me, "Can you give me a copy?" "Okay!" I answered without hesitation. After a while, he came again and said, "You wrote really well." This was the first time I heard his praise. After that, he said again: "Don't be proud!" I suddenly blushed.

It was him who inspired me to learn. It is he who makes me always humble, he is better than my brother.