Tell me about my own composition materials

I am xx, 10 years old this year. I have a round and fat face, a pair of big eyes, a turned-up nose, a small red mouth, black and shiny hair. When I smile, my eyebrows look like playful crescents. I also have white teeth.

I don’t like to wear skirts. I like to wear black shorts or blue jeans. I walked awkwardly, just like a boy, which once made the whole class burst into laughter. I'm troubled by this. I am very "special". I can't jump rope or rubber bands. Unexpectedly, the simulated gun shot was good, and the hoop rolled well.

I like eating rooster meat very much. This is a bitter experience for those roosters with fine skin and tender meat at grandma’s house. If it doesn't go home once, a rooster will die. Therefore, those "lucky ones" who stood up for their companions would peck and scream at me, extremely angry. As a result, the chickens didn't know that I like to eat egg fried rice, so they elected one chicken to jump over the railing and reason with grandma. whee! Grandma ignored it, went straight to the chicken's nest, took out all the eggs inside, and made egg fried rice. From then on, those chickens no longer dared to be arrogant.

I am good at studying and writing well, and I am often praised by teachers. But I'm often criticized because I tend to forget everything. For example, the teacher asked me to pick up a book that I needed to memorize, but I kept forgetting it. The teacher told me for a week, but still forgot. I thought about it and wrote it on the back of my hand with a pen. But the homework was heavy that day. I was carrying a big schoolbag and was staggering on the road. As I was running, I tripped and fell. The back of my hand was broken in several places. I went home and washed my hands and washed away the writing. But I got it three days later.

This is me.