Language description essay 600 words essay

1. It is required to be a descriptive writing from beginning to end

The person I am most familiar with is my sister. She is lively, cute and strong.

She is 1.25 meters tall, with a pair of big eyes embedded in her beautiful face. She blinks twice from time to time, like big stars twinkling in the night sky. Under the small nose is a mouth as big as a cherry. There are also two small braids on both sides of the head, swaying one after another.

On June 1st last year, my sister was going to attend a party held by the kindergarten. There is a dancing program. But unfortunately, the night before, I fell off the bed and my chin swelled up, like a big steamed bun. Surprisingly, she didn't cry. The next day, grandpa asked her not to go. She seemed to be a different person, and what she said surprised him: "Grandpa, just take me there! The teacher trusted me by letting me participate in the show, and I don't want to let the teacher down." Maybe after dancing and hearing the applause, it won’t hurt anymore!” After hearing this, grandpa said happily: “My granddaughter has grown up!” My sister is also very naughty. One time, after a nap, my grandpa fried us three favorite chicken legs. After my sister and I each finished one, we both wanted to eat the last one. But the other party refused. I thought of an idea and asked my sister to hide the chicken legs. I looked for them. If I found anything, it belonged to me. But if I didn’t find anything, it belonged to her. I thought that I could beat a 7-year-old child, so I entered behind the door. About 20 minutes later, my sister shouted: "Hide it!" I took action. I searched in the cupboard, on the bookshelf, in the bowl, in the bed, under the bed, but I couldn't find it. I got angry and asked my sister: "I lost, tell me, where did you hide the chicken legs?" My sister pointed to her belly with a smile, and said embarrassedly: "Hehe, hide it here." "How could you do this?" "You said that?" My sister said happily, "I can hide it as much as I want, isn't it called hiding if I put it in my belly?" I couldn't help but admire her. Who told me to do this? What about 'smart'?

Forgot to tell you, her name is Li Junran.

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The most beautiful language,

Language is the telepathy that living things cannot lack to express their feelings; language may be a sentence of concern, Encouraging, critical, funny... a variety of languages ??embellish this colorful world and fill the shortcomings in people's hearts. There are many gorgeous languages ??in my heart, but I can't forget the most beautiful language.

The weather is getting colder, and the ruthless cold wind is blowing on people’s faces, which reminds me of that incident... What should I do? what to do? I thought silently in my mind. It's so cold! But I only had a thin sweater and a coat hanging on my body, and I kept rubbing my hands to no avail. The weather suddenly turned cold that day. Other students were wearing warm sweaters and coats, but I was the exception. There is another exam tomorrow, and I am full of nervousness. No matter how hard I try, this demon still can't disappear... My scores came down, and I didn't do well in the exam, which made me depressed. The math teacher seemed to notice me. He took the initiative to talk to me about his worries during the evening self-study period.

As soon as I entered the teacher's room, I didn't feel so cold anymore. The hot tea in the teacher's cup was steaming, and it looked like a warm picture. "It's getting colder, are you cold?" That's the first thing the teacher said. "cold". I kept shivering. The teacher handed me a coat without saying anything, "Wear it first if it's cold!" He said and took a sip of tea. "How...how can this be done?" I became nervous. "What's wrong? You can see through the thin coat and your hands are red. Although this coat is a bit thin, it can at least keep out the cold!" Suddenly, I stopped shivering, and the blood in my body was flowing rapidly. My heart beat faster, my breathing seemed to be still, and I didn't even notice that the teacher had thrust the coat into my hand. My heart was filled with heat, and I thought: I will never be cold again today. "It's getting colder, are you cold?" What a simple and simple sentence! Although her words are not decorated with gorgeous words, they express a teacher's endless love for his students.

Teacher’s Day has passed. I am studying in school again and have no time to visit my teacher. I heard from my former classmate that she transferred to another school and became a principal in the city, but she never forgets the school. Teacher’s Day is another day. After coming back, everyone gave her their blessings. She is a good teacher. She has nurtured generations of students. Her arms are like a mother's cradle. I - love her!

"It's getting colder, are you cold?" is the most beautiful language in my opinion, because it expresses the friendship between teachers and students that can never be erased, and the love a "mother" has for her children. like.

"It's getting colder, are you cold?"... 3. My story, 600 words, requires language description and narrative.

My story Deng Lihuan's day after school When I got home, I saw my mother and Aunt Jiu setting up the Dragon Gate Formation.

Aunt Jiu said: "Have you heard? Bihua's newborn baby vomited white foam and died." Mom said: "I heard.

When our Huanhuan was born , I almost died several times." When they talked about me, I walked over and said, "What? How many times did I almost die when I was just born?" My mother said, "When you were just born, you didn't." When I opened my eyes, I almost died.

We were all so frightened that we couldn’t cry for half an hour. The doctor was busy for a while, and then you started to cry.

"I thought to myself, it was so dangerous, my life was almost gone. "Mom, what happened next?" I asked again.

My ninth aunt then said: "Don't mention it, you scared the adults to death at that time. I didn't eat milk for three days, I had vomiting at the top and diarrhea at the bottom, and my face was sometimes green and sometimes red. .

The adults and doctors were all troubled by you. It didn’t get better until I was a month old.

"Oh, according to you, I was scared to death when I was a baby. I've had this dream several times. "Isn't that true?" Mom said, "Your mother-in-law, my uncle came to see you."

Later, on the 46th night, you came. I was vomiting loudly again, and I was so anxious that I called the doctor. It was night, and the doctor had to take her into the duty room.

The doctors and nurses were busy for two or three hours before they rescued me from death. You snatched it back. "When I heard it, I felt like I was watching a thrilling feature film.

My mother also said that I was often sick when I was a child, and my health gradually improved after I was eight or nine years old. This conversation taught me an unforgettable lesson.

I realize that life is not easy, and our life does not only belong to ourselves. Life is precious, there is only this life, there is no afterlife.

We should cherish our beautiful, lovely and precious life. I often hear words like some people want to live or die, and some people just want to live.

I say, these people are too naive. Difficulties and misfortunes will pass, and a promising tomorrow is waving to you. How can you give up your precious life so easily? Let us treat life with a positive and optimistic attitude and cherish our short and precious life.

4. The 600-word essay on my middle school teacher should include description of appearance, demeanor, language, class characteristics, and people

Junior high school is a new beginning, let us do it on the new starting line of junior high school life. A perfect sprint, the teachers in junior high school are like a ray of warm sunshine, shining warmly in each of our hearts, and a teacher who has benefited me a lot is our mathematics teacher-Teacher Lei. Teacher Lei is A conscientious teacher is sometimes amiable and sometimes gets angry beyond your imagination, but no matter which way he treats you, he is always thinking about your future. "Class!" "Stand up." !" "Hello, teacher!" We were taking this math class as usual, looking at the teacher holding several tutorial sheets, and said seriously: "Children, almost every tutorial sheet has They are all key points. As long as you understand the questions on each tutorial sheet, you will naturally understand this lesson. Whether you know it or not, you should write down your thoughts combined with the key points of this lesson. Regardless of Right or wrong, as long as you write it down, don’t hand in a blank paper!” This was the first time I saw a teacher get angry. When he was handing out papers to students who failed to write the tutorial papers, his voice was like thunder, and his voice changed. He was completely different from the original Teacher Lei. I saw a look of hatred flashed in his eyes. His eyebrows were tightly knitted, his face was ashen, and the paper in his hand was turning over and over. I have already explained these questions, how can I not do it!" I watched him sighing and shaking his head while handing out papers. Although Teacher Lei was angry just now, he stood on the podium and was concentrating on the topic. The teacher taught a very good class, and everyone listened with great interest, as if they had watched a 45-minute funny sketch. Teacher Lei is usually very amiable and approachable. Generally, he is very gentle when he lectures you, and the teacher's facial expressions are very rich. , he tells you jokes but he doesn’t laugh, he is always serious. This is my math teacher. We admire him very much for his hard work. 5. Please write down a few narrative compositions about junior high school, preferably ones with more descriptive language and more than 600 words

Interesting anecdotes about childhood. Childhood is like a golden field, filled with the joy of harvest, laughter, and intoxicating fragrance. interest.

Interesting stories from childhood are like the golden ears of rice. I will choose the most beautiful one to share with you. It was a Sunday afternoon. My mother was washing the dishes and I was playing games by myself.

Somehow, while playing, I turned my eyes to my mother who was doing housework, and then I thought to myself, "Mom must be very tired from doing so much housework every day, so I will help her do some." Let’s do it.” Then I began to search the house and gathered together various remote controls, water bottles, alarm clocks and radios that were all covered with dust.

Then I put these things in a big basin and said to my mother: "Mom, let me wash these things for you." Maybe it was because my mother was too busy, so she didn't even look back. Just said: "Okay, wash it yourself slowly."

With my mother's permission, I started my work. I first squeezed out a little detergent, put it in a big basin, then poured water into the big basin, and rinsed the detergent in the water with my little hands.

After a while, I was already dripping wet from what I had collected. So, I took out the brush and started brushing it carefully, "Brush left, brush right, it's so fun to work happily!" I hummed a ditty.

After a while, the controller, small alarm clock and radio were cleaned and sparkled in the sun. I picked up the small alarm clock and began to observe it carefully.

"Ah!" I yelled, "It's amazing, I didn't expect the inside of the alarm clock to be so dirty." I found a lot of dust from a crack on the surface of the alarm clock.

I hurriedly poured water into it, "Ah - it's finally flushed. The remote control and radio must be dirty too. I'll flush them too."

At this time, my mother Coming. There was only one scream, which alerted my father who was reading in the room. My father hurried over and heard another scream.

"Son, what are you doing? How could you do this?" Dad yelled.

"I, I ugh-" I couldn't help but cry.

Mom and Dad muttered for a while, and the matter was over. Later, the remote control and radio were saved, but the small alarm clock left me forever.

Childhood is golden and beautiful. Interesting stories from my childhood are like pearls embedded in my heart. I will never forget them.

It turns out that love is around you. Romain Rolland said: It is not the lack of beauty in life, but the lack of discovery. At the same time, it is not the lack of love in life, but the lack of experience. Through my sight, I found , love is by my side. Growing up, I never felt how much my mother loved me. Little did I know that my mother's love was always by my side.

Let’s just say that my water glass is always changing colors; sometimes it’s attractive yellow orange juice, dark brown malted milk; sometimes it’s white and lovely milk, and sometimes it’s light green. Biluochun... I remember that in the autumn when I first went to school, the weather suddenly turned cold and the temperature dropped sharply. Because I didn't have a pair of warm gloves, my hands were cracked by the cold and bled when I touched them. I knew my mother was busy with work these days, so I gritted my teeth and said nothing.

At night, I put some ointment on the frostbitten area and went to sleep. The next morning, when I woke up, I found a pair of beautiful and warm newly knitted gloves lying on my pillow. Then I remembered the light that was on in my mother's room last night.

Looking at my mother’s red and swollen eyes, I was extremely moved. I often do things carelessly and carelessly.

However, the buttons fell off the clothes. I took off the clothes and threw them into the closet. When I picked them up and put them on again, the buttons had been nailed firmly; the shoes were a little big, so I threw them in the closet. On the cabinet, I don’t know when, a pair of suitable and beautiful insoles have been placed inside; new textbooks have been handed out, but I didn’t bother to wrap the book covers because I was too busy with homework. I don’t know when, my mother has already wrapped them; there is a pile of mess on the desk. I don’t know when my mother put the books in order... Under the lamp, my mother was knitting a sweater for me again. A pair of hands that have been tempered by time and have become calloused are constantly turning up and down, so skillfully and delicately.

A few needles and a few balls of wool, like a magician’s props, were woven into a piece of beauty in the mother’s hands in an instant, with this brilliant little flower blooming on it, which was the mother’s most beautiful flower. A charming smile. The light is still on, the silver-white light. Did you dye your mother's dark hair white, or did your mother's white hair illuminate you? The wind picked up, but my mother didn't notice it at all. She forgot to close the window.

She woven her high expectations for her son into her sweater, as well as her deep motherly affection. Love is everywhere, it’s just whether we find it or not.

Love makes us happy; love makes us feel the warmth that the world brings to us; love encourages us. At that moment, the time in primary school was like a cup of rich nectar, extremely sweet.

But it is fleeting. On that day, the students brought their carefully selected snacks, came to school early, and walked into the classroom. They saw that the classroom was very festive and peaceful, and the blackboard was filled with vibrant chalk drawings. The faces of every student All overflowing with joy.

Everyone was talking and laughing. You gave me chocolates, and I gave you apples. You gave me greeting cards, and I gave you blessings. The classroom was very lively. At this time, the head teacher, Teacher Wang, appeared on the stage in full dress. She walked into the classroom with light steps, put the laptop in her hand on the podium table, and asked the study committee member Yu Jianing to go up and prepare the program. When everything was ready, Teacher Wang shouted loudly He announced: "The graduation party has begun now!" Upon hearing this, the students clapped their hands enthusiastically.

"In the first group, Zhu Tuyuan performed guzheng!" Host Yu Jianing said with a smile. Zhu Tuyuan shyly went up and put his beloved guzheng on the table. The classroom suddenly became quiet. As the melodious sound of the guzheng sounded, the students were all brought into a wonderful realm. Everyone was intoxicated in the world of the sound of the guzheng. ...We didn't wake up until the song ended... Then there was a burst of thunderous applause in the classroom.

"The second group, the cross talk is performed by Zhong Qingya and Shu Lepei." Speaking of Zhong Qingya and Shu Lepei, just thinking about what they said, I can't help laughing.

Their funny words aroused bursts of laughter. Some students laughed so much that they shed tears, and some even rolled to the ground with laughter. The head teacher, Mr. Wang, laughed and took photos, and the funny scenes of the two of them were forever frozen in the color photos.

... "In the sixth group, Hu Yang sang the song "Maturity"." As soon as Yu Jianing finished speaking, Hu Yang walked up.

Although Hu Yang’s voice is softer, we still feel it. 6. A 600-word essay on the person I am most familiar with (including psychological description, action description, and language description)

The person I am most familiar with

The person I am most familiar with is my sister. She is lively, cute and strong. She is 1.25 meters tall, with a pair of big eyes embedded in her beautiful face. She blinks twice from time to time, like big stars twinkling in the night sky. Under the small nose is a mouth as big as a cherry. There are also two small braids on both sides of the head, swaying one after another. On June 1st last year, my sister was going to attend a party held by the kindergarten. There is a dancing program. But unfortunately, the night before, I fell off the bed and my chin swelled up, like a big steamed bun. Surprisingly, she didn't cry. The next day, grandpa asked her not to go. She seemed to be a different person, and what she said surprised him: "Grandpa, just take me there! The teacher trusted me by letting me participate in the show, and I don't want to let the teacher down." Maybe after dancing and hearing the applause, it won’t hurt anymore!” After hearing this, grandpa said happily: “My granddaughter has grown up!” My sister is also very naughty. One time, after a nap, my grandpa fried us three favorite chicken legs. After my sister and I each finished one, we both wanted to eat the last one. But the other party refused. I thought of an idea and asked my sister to hide the chicken legs. I looked for them. If I found anything, it belonged to me. But if I didn’t find anything, it belonged to her. I thought that I could beat a 7-year-old child, so I entered behind the door. About 20 minutes later, my sister shouted: "Hide it!" I took action. I searched in the cupboard, on the bookshelf, in the bowl, in the bed, under the bed, but I couldn't find it. I got angry and asked my sister: "I lost, tell me, where did you hide the chicken legs?" My sister pointed to her belly with a smile, and said embarrassedly: "Hehe, hide it here." "How could you do this?" "Did you say that?" My sister said happily, "I can hide it as much as I want. Isn't it called hiding if I put it in my belly?" I couldn't help but admire her. Who calls me so 'smart'? Forgot to tell you, her name is ***. 7. Please write a composition of about 600 words that describes the environment with beautiful language

The snow is drifting in the wind, and the white snow is scattered like rouge, indifferently flying in the endless winter. middle.

This snow, just like this, is coming.

In front of the window, there was a thick layer of fog, blocking the clear glass, leaving only a halo like white silk. Everything outside the window gradually blurred, like a dream. Could it be that salt is sprinkled in the air, or catkins are flying? The silky white air enveloped everything in the past, just like in the memories, leaving only the white snow, the white memories, and the white world...

No announcements, no instructions. , just came without any scruples. The white hail of bullets and the howling wind fell like this. There was no prelude, so abrupt, and it fell in a hurry. Looking from a distance, they are like silver butterflies, like rouge, like broken jade, like winter plums, falling down, then flying, agile, and disappearing in the road of passing cars.

Snow is like gauze, so transparent, so pure white and clean, but gauze is not snow, not as smooth as snow, nor as pure and pure as snow; snow is like plum, so delicate, so biting ice It's cold, but the plum blossoms are not snow. They don't have the crystal clearness of snow, nor the carefreeness of snow. Snow is also the flying silver butterfly, the rouge finger knocked over by Chang'e, and the broken jade scattered by the fairy. So "pure as jade, cold as ice, and white without dust", it seems like an angel who has accidentally come to the world, like a dream.

Snow has been chanted by literati since ancient times.

There are the snowy plums written by Lu Meipo, "The plums are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of the plums." There is the melancholy of Li Qingzhao, "The sound of returning to Hong Kong is broken, and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the window, and the smoke from the furnace is straight"; there is Lu Benzhong's "Snow is like snow" Plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, both strange and beautiful whether they resemble snow or not"; there is Cen Shen who is surprised that "suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees"; there is Ouyang Xiu who "snow disappears outside the door and thousands of green mountains are green, and flowers bloom by the river. It is as bright as "It will be sunny in February"; it is also as heroic as Zhang Yuan's "Fighting away three million jade dragons, and the broken scales and armor are flying all over the sky".

The sun has set, the sky has darkened, and the moon has risen. I opened the curtains and looked up. There was no distracting thought in my mind. I just looked at the snow wholeheartedly and was intoxicated with it wholeheartedly. Although the snow has stopped, the snow has not melted, covering the ground like silk. I couldn’t help but wonder, was snow destined to be this way? When we arrived, we were surrounded by beautiful scenery and attracted everyone's attention; when we left, we were in a hurry and muddy. People only remember its flying appearance, but never notice its disappearance.

As Rabindranath Tagore said, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves." Snow gives us the impression of purity and lightness, and we should bear in mind its death. Throughout life, no matter life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death will return to the tranquility and beauty like autumn leaves. Life is like mountains and flowing water, white clouds and blue sea. It comes from where it comes and goes, from hustle and bustle to loneliness, from the peak to the end. , there are no rules to summarize, and there is no room for discussion.

Life and death are processes that all life must go through. The flowers begin to bloom after experiencing them

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The crisp sound of "tick-tick-tick", Was it played by Chun's delicate hands?

Is the clear sound of "swish, swish, swish" caused by spring's sleeves brushing against the leaves?

Yes, that is the melody of the spring water; yes, that is the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and spring comes quietly.

The grass in the park suddenly sprouted; the weeping willows by the river sprouted buds without anyone noticing; the small flowers in the corner quietly revealed their buds. All the lives that have been sleeping all winter have quietly awakened, awakened by the warm hands of spring.

In the early morning, when you open the window, fresh air hits your face; in the open space, the children who have been quiet all winter go out laughing and feel the breath of life; the weeping willows by the lake are swaying. I brushed across the rippling lake surface and had a cup full of playful fish. Even the pines and cypresses that had been silently holding on all winter quietly changed into new green clothes. The birds on the trees spread their beautiful singing voices. Dedicate beautiful music to the whole spring without hesitation.

Walking into the mountains, the thick green fills your eyes; walking through the green trees, birds of various colors will sing happy songs for everyone; the fine velvet grass under the trees, It's like a soft carpet covered with a few small unknown wild flowers; occasionally you encounter a clear stream, blocking your progress, but don't be upset, listen to the sound of the gurgling water. Like beautiful music, the beautiful pebbles in the stream reflect dazzling light under the direct sunlight. Even if it encounters an obstacle, the stream will happily jump over it, splashing down a few beautiful water drops, reflecting the fine light.

Passing by patches of farmland, rows of green seedlings were lined up straight, as green as your eyes. The busy farmers in the fields work hard and only occasionally go to rest under the trees. The strong old cows always work there as if they are not afraid of fatigue.

It rains occasionally, and the thin raindrops, like cow hair, filaments, or embroidery needles, fall to the ground and are nowhere to be found. In the rain, several old houses stood there, and one could only see them roughly in the hazy light. After using it, the sky seemed to be clean and blue, and I felt happy.

In spring, the pale yellow rapeseed flowers, budding willows, and thawing ponds all remind people of two words - life.

People who have been cooped up all winter, go and relax your muscles and bones and breathe the spring air! 8. A composition of about 600 words about people and events with beautiful language

Father’s love is the wealth of life. Father’s love is the mountain, the fire that protects life; Father’s love is the fire, lighting the lamp of hope; Father’s love is The lamp illuminates the way forward; father's love is the road, leading your life.

I once didn’t understand why my father’s straight spine was curved, I didn’t understand why my father’s handsome face was haggard, I didn’t understand why my father’s thick black hair was gray, I didn’t understand why my father worked hard for most of his life. ... Until the third grade of junior high school. That day, the wind was roaring and the vegetation was barren. I was sitting on the bus, preparing to get off and go home alone. However, I saw a person. In the dark sky and the biting wind, the person couldn't help but tremble.

The wind kept blowing the corners of his clothes - it was his father! Through the window, I could clearly see my father’s white hair. It was either stained by the bright moonlight or decorated with gorgeous words. It was just white hair. It was a piece of white hair. My father’s white hair was touched again and again. The strong wind overwhelmed me but I stood up unyieldingly again and again. I knew who it must be for when I fell down and stood up... Was it my father's white hair or my father's heart that was constantly being crushed and stood up? When the bus stopped, I walked down quickly. Apparently, my father saw me. He no longer blocked his coat from the wind with his fingers, but ran towards me quickly. His coat completely succumbed to the strong wind, but he But I didn't care at all that the red sweater I was wearing was beating in the inexplicable darkness and running towards me. At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I burst into tears.

My father gently held my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was clearly a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but my father was busy. Dodge, "My hands are too cold." I ignored my father's dodge and grabbed those cold hands back. I knew: I was grabbing the wealth of my life.

My father used the aging of his life to turn into mountains, into fire, into lamps, into roads, into bit by bit fatherly love, to accompany me every day, every second, to accompany me in this life. lifetime. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter’s life. Because of your love, your daughter will not be poor in her life.

Complete answer Dream Prince Answer acceptance rate: 27.4 2009-07-03 20:07 Report Evaluation answer Whether the problem is solved (participated in the evaluation 0 times) Can be solved: 0 times If the evaluation is successful and original, add 2! Partial solution: 0 times. If the evaluation is successful, the original one will be awarded 2 points! Unable to solve: 0 times. If the evaluation is successful, originality will be added 2! Is the answer original? (Participated in the evaluation 0 times) Original: 0 times If the evaluation is successful, originality will add 2! Non-original: 0 times. If the evaluation is successful and original, 2 will be added! Satisfactory answer My most unforgettable person. I have experienced many things when I was growing up. They are like pages of boats, echoing in my mind. They are like "shells" on the beach, some are "glorious" and some are "ugly".

One thing that I will never forget is the "ugly" shell. Whenever I do something wrong, I think about it.

Two or three years have passed since this incident, but whenever I think of it, I always feel a little ashamed. That day, I got up early and was about to go to the morning. When I passed by the small garden, I always wanted to go in and play.

So, I couldn't help but go in. When I walked into the small garden, I met my classmate Huang Fengjuan, who invited me to play at her house.

Her family lives near the small garden, so I agreed. We came to the grove, where there was a lot of sand, so I played with her in the sand.

After playing for a while, we met our eldest brother in fifth grade, who asked us to play with him. My Huang Fengjuan didn't agree, so he beat us.

Let’s play with him. Let's play house.

This sand is our "food". The eldest brother is our "father" and the two of us are his "daughters".

"Dad" asks us to do heavy work every day, but he himself is very relaxed. After playing for less than 10 minutes, the two of us became afraid of him.

Huang Fengjuan and I ran away quickly, with the big brother hot on our heels. Huang Fengjuan and I ran to her house and closed the door with a bang.

Huang Fengjuan had no one at home, so the two of us started playing like crazy. After a while, I got hungry.

Of course, I didn’t eat anything in the morning, how could I not be hungry? Huang Fengjuan is also very hungry. So, she took out two packs of instant noodles from her home and said, "Here, eat a pack of instant noodles."

She had no choice but to use instant noodles to satisfy her hunger. After eating instant noodles, we watched TV.

After watching TV for a while, suddenly, the two of us heard the door banging. We were frightened and hurriedly cleaned up the house. I asked Huang Fengjuan to open the door, and it turned out to be my mother.

My most unforgettable person: I have experienced many things while growing up, and they are like pages of boats, echoing in my mind. They are like "shells" on the beach, some are "glorious" and some are "ugly".

One thing that I will never forget is the "ugly" shell. Whenever I do something wrong, I think about it.

Two or three years have passed since this incident, but whenever I think of it, I always feel a little ashamed. That day, I got up early and was about to go to the morning. When I passed by the small garden, I always wanted to go in and play.

So, I couldn't help but go in. When I walked into the small garden, I met my classmate Huang Fengjuan, who invited me to play at her house.

Her family lives near the small garden, so I agreed. We came to the grove, where there was a lot of sand, so I played with her in the sand.

After playing for a while, we met our eldest brother in fifth grade, who asked us to play with him. My Huang Fengjuan didn't agree, so he beat us.

Let’s play with him. Let's play house.

This sand is our "food". The eldest brother is our "father" and the two of us are his "daughters".

"Dad" asks us to do heavy work every day, but he himself is very relaxed. After playing for less than 10 minutes, the two of us became afraid of him.

Huang Fengjuan and I ran away quickly, with the big brother hot on our heels. Huang Fengjuan and I ran to her house and closed the door with a bang.

Huang Fengjuan had no one at home, so the two of us started playing like crazy. After a while, I got hungry.

Of course, I didn’t eat anything in the morning, how could I not be hungry? Huang Fengjuan is also very hungry. So, she took out two packs of instant noodles from her home and said, "Here, eat a pack of instant noodles."

She had no choice but to use instant noodles to satisfy her hunger. After eating instant noodles, we watched TV.

After watching TV for a while, suddenly, the two of us heard the door ***, both of us.