What kind of child am I to write 200 words?

Someone once said: Who is a naughty child? For this sentence, I dare to say to you boldly, "this is not a fabrication." But I was like this when I was a kid. If you don't believe me, come and see me when I was a child!

Adults say that children can't play with water and fire, but I know that naughty children can't not try, except ordinary obedient children. That's what I do.

I remember one Sunday afternoon, after I finished my homework, I sat on the sofa reading a book. Through the world outside the window, many children are playing by the river. I really want to go with them, but ... mom says you can't play with water. What should I do? When I looked outside the door, my mother hadn't come yet ~ so I ran out to play with the little basin by the river. I'm so happy. DuDu ... What's that noise? At first glance, it's amazing. Mom's back. What should I do? I'm as anxious as an ant on a pot. Wait till I get back.

And the result? I don't need to tell you.

I am a naughty boy.

I am a naughty boy. Let me tell you something about it.

Whenever I want to watch TV, but my mother won't let me watch it, I will try my best to say something that fascinates my mother, such as "Mom, I want to be an astronaut when I grow up, and now I have to go to other planets first." Let me watch Happy Planet. " "Mom, the teacher said that primary school students should watch useful TV programs for half an hour every day, and I want to watch them now." If my mother says "no", I will wipe my tears with my hands and say "failure!" If my mother said "yes", I would say "yes, it worked! Let's watch TV! " Then in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in front of his mother and ran to the living room to watch TV.

If every time I want to play computer, but I don't know the password, I will quietly turn on the computer, walk out of the study, pretend to be calm and walk into the study, look at the computer and shout loudly, "Mom, God asked me to play computer, so I turned on the computer." Come and enter the password! " Hurry up! "My mother had to obediently call me a computer.

Haha, am I a naughty boy?

I am a versatile child.

I am versatile because I am in the top three in every exam. I am versatile because my parents have given me too many training courses.

Whenever my friends are playing downstairs, I always read extracurricular books, do papers and attend training classes. How much I want to play with them, but my parents won't let me. This is my first grade. In the third grade, I didn't hate reading extra-curricular books, making papers and attending training classes, because I had passed the piano band 4, learned a whole set of textbooks in mental arithmetic, and was good at Olympic Mathematics. All this is thanks to my parents. Perhaps, in the future, I will grow up to be a naughty child, but I will also stick to my interest, be a versatile boy and live up to my parents.

Be a versatile boy, forever. ...

Instructor: Gan Yuhong, Chengguan Primary School, Linze County, Gansu Province.

I am a timid child.

I am a timid child.

About the author: Xu Lin, Class 6 (2) of Shenzhen Huangpu School.

I am not the real me who loves singing, nor the versatile real me, nor the generous real me. In fact, the real me is a timid child.

Timid? What is cowardice? As timid as a mouse, I will call my naughty brother a coward.

Me, dressing up, no, dressing up is out of date. Me, dressed neatly? No, it's too messy. I have too many shortcomings to say. I have always been superstitious about gods and ghosts ... and many more! To be more specific, my hands are big and black and my shoulders are thin. It can be said that my hands are not crystal white, ruddy and round, nor are they white and delicate. I'm ashamed. That big black hand can be compared to pliers. Although it can write a good hand, it is not much better. How I envy other people's hands, how gentle and white. My hair is my best, of course, it's beautiful. "Little guy, little guy, come here!" Can I not be sad to hear such a sarcastic voice? Who told me to be so thin and small? My figure is really thin! I am not weak, at least I can resist the sand! What about me? Full of paranoia, too suspicious, and sometimes naive fantasies, but don't underestimate me! I'm not that young, but I'm not full. In fact, I still have the rich imagination of the poet Li Bai in my mind. Whenever I encounter a small setback, I will rack my brains to think and think. Although I work hard, sometimes I get distracted, such as thinking about McDonald's. But sometimes "God" helps me to think like a spring. Look, calling me superstitious is superstitious!

Me! The most important shortcoming is fear of ghosts. I know there are no ghosts, but I have heard many ghost stories. It's horrible! I have goose bumps all over my body ~ ~ Every day before I go to bed, I will look out the window in a wordy and worried way, because many ghost stories I have heard are about a horrible woman crawling out of the window slowly, and then ... Oh, it's terrible, I'm out of my wits. Besides windows, computers and televisions are my biggest fears of ghosts. It really makes people tremble. A few nights, I suddenly woke up from a nightmare. I looked out of the window by accident. All the families have entered a sweet dream. There is a terrible wind blowing outside the window. "Alas ... I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and I suddenly had to pee, so I got out of bed and ran to the toilet step by step. Oh, how cold it is! Is this winter? What happened? It can't be a ghost! Thinking of this, I closed the door again and the light slammed. I shook my feet in fear again, opened the door in a hurry and ran back to bed in a hurry. After the ghost experience just now, I was obviously scared, completely scared. I'm sure this is a ghost. I feel ... there are many hands reaching out to me, and the front mirror seems to have "front comb, back comb, left comb and right comb" echoing in my ears. I tried to close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly, and I ended up in panic. ...

The next morning, I followed a strange smell and kept looking for it, but I found it in front of the refrigerator. As soon as I opened the refrigerator, a cold wind blew on my face. As soon as I closed the door, the light went out and there was a strange smell! Oh, I see. I used the refrigerator as a toilet. That's a real pity. Look, this superstition can make me scared. When can I be bolder?

I am just an ordinary child.

I am an ordinary child, a child who knows how to laugh and cry. I dare not admit that I am a good boy, but I think I am really an ordinary boy.

Summer is a thunderstorm, and rain drops on the ground. My heart is not here. I sat quietly on the balcony, curled up, and then closed my eyes to listen to the thunder. Thunder can wake me up and make me feel calm. I like writing on the balcony and prone on the floor, especially on rainy days. Sometimes it's a sentence or two, sometimes it's a long speech. Rain sometimes splashes, playfully ticks on the floor and splashes on books. I smiled and continued to write. I may be slower than others to get in touch with the outside world and learn more slowly. In my eyes, the sky will always be pure blue, the sun will always be a kind grandfather, and the world will always have the footprints of angels. In my little notebook, childish language is written. Listen to the thunder in rainy days and then write down sentences. Kneel at the window and enjoy the moon with a missing horn. Children standing in the yard dancing and splashing with umbrellas. How innocent and childlike this life is. I proudly think this is called childhood, and this is called children.

Hazy, the world is full of many complicated elements besides innocence. There are good people and bad people, good people and bad people. A friend of mine told me that you are too naive. There are no angels in this world. This is just a fairy tale that deceives children. I said slowly, of course, childhood has disappeared. My friend was too surprised to speak. In his eyes, I will always be a child. I may protest loudly that it is impossible. Angels will always exist. However, there are buts in this world. I have met all kinds of people, seen many colors belonging to this world, and learned to disguise, disguise and cheat. These things are like a bomb that shattered all my dreams. I am still very firm, with a little misty, smiling at myself. Angels will exist forever.

I'm still the same person. I still write when it rains and thunders. I still can't sleep and watch the moonlight. I still dance in the yard with an umbrella. I am a contradictory child. I try to blend in with other people's topics and make them think that I am a precocious person like them. At the same time, I want to be a child, or a child who dreams. There are two kinds of people in this world, not good or bad, but children and adults. People with childlike innocence, no matter how much white hair, are lovely children. Now the children are too mature, and I am slowly degenerating in this world.

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