My first friend's composition

My first friend's composition 1 My first friend is my sister. She and I are twins, but I came out earlier than her, so I became my sister.

Because of this, we have been inseparable since childhood, and my first friend is naturally her.

My friend's personality is completely opposite to mine. Although we are together and born on the same day, it is reasonable to say that the personality differences should not be so great. But the opposite is true. I am quiet, and my sister is a real naughty boy. Having her at home is like having a clown, and my sister quarrels at home every day.

However, speaking of her, there is still something commendable, that is, no matter what delicious food my family brought to my sister, my sister handed it to me at the first time. It looks like saying, "Sister, you eat first." I regard my sister as a friend, and my sister regards me as a friend. Family and friendship are perfectly integrated in the two of us.

Remember once, we went to school. In class, the teacher asked us who was our first friend. When asked this question, my first reaction in my mind was my sister. Unexpectedly, in response to this problem, my sister was named and stood up by the teacher. At that moment, I was particularly curious. My sister will say who is her first friend?

Also in my doubts, my sister said in front of the teachers and classmates, "My first friend is my sister." I was happy when I listened to my sister's words. When the teacher asked me who my first friend was, I also said my sister's name. Then I found that my relationship with my sister was better.

My first friend is my sister, and my sister will be my friend for life. I am very happy, because I have not only a lovely sister but also a best friend in my life.

Look, my sister came to see me again with delicious food. I hope my relationship with my sister will be good forever.

My First Friend Composition 2 Do you know who my first friend is? To tell you the truth, that's a little boy named Lu, a classmate of my kindergarten middle class.

At the beginning of an art class, I finished painting and was about to give it to the teacher when a little boy came up to me. He picked up the painting in his hand, pointed to the three words on it and said, "Look. These three words are my name. My name is Lu. Let me see your name, too, ok? "

"yes." I said.

I picked up my own painting and pointed to the word "Chen Yue" like him and said, "This is my name. My name is Chen Yue. "

"Shall we be friends?" Lu said to him:

"good!" I answered happily.

When I got home, I excitedly said to my mother, "Mom, I made a friend today. His name is Lu. He is a handsome little boy. "

"Then you should get along well with him." Mom said.

"Yes, I will." I am happy to say.

Since then, we often draw pictures and play games together, and I like my life in kindergarten more and more. But this happiness didn't last long, because they were moving, and he was going to transfer to another kindergarten. I feel very sad. My mother told me not to be sad, saying that I would make more good friends in the future, but I will never forget him-my first friend at school: Lu.

Some people say that middle school is a stumbling journey. Junior high school, new classmates, new teachers, new environment, everything is new, and more importantly, I made a new friend.

On the afternoon of the first day of school, I was lying on my desk, complaining about too much homework and struggling in the sea of questions. Suddenly, my elbow was hit and I scratched my exercise book violently. Seeing that the homework I had written for so long was destroyed, I glared at my classmate who hit me, and my eyes ignited a spark of revenge. I scolded him and had a quarrel with him. But instead of admitting his mistake, he blamed my hand for blocking his way. I was so angry that I pushed him to the ground. After he got up, he jumped on me and hit me twice, and all the tables and chairs around him were pushed away by us. Before long, the deputy head teacher (also a PE teacher) came, picked us up from the ground, took us to his office, lectured us and went to the director. He told us to stand and think. The classmate looked around warily when he saw the teacher leave. When he saw this photo, I couldn't help laughing. Somehow, he laughed with him. After laughing, he winked at me and asked, "Dude, what's your name?" I gave my name, and I knew his surname was Lu, so I called him! I talked with him about many topics, including games. The two of us have a feeling of mutual appreciation, just like Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in the ancient Three Kingdoms. It was a brief encounter, as if all we needed was a bowl of chicken blood and wine, and we became sworn brothers.

Xiao Lu and I are neck and neck in many ways. In physical education class, the teacher instructed us to play basketball, and each of us took a team. The score is tight, and so is football. It can be said that we are the best among the boys in our class!

Middle school is stumbling, but I believe that with this caring brother, everything will be smooth. Middle school, I'm coming! Work hard!