How to write my favorite toy for my second grade classmates?

How to write my favorite toy for Grade Two students as follows:

First article

I have received many toys since I was a child, but my favorite toy is the remote control plane.

I remember it was the morning of Children's Day. I just got up and thought: What gifts will my parents give me this Children's Day? While thinking about it, I walked downstairs and found a beautifully packaged gift box. I knew there must be a gift in it. I rushed to open it at once. There was actually a box in it, so I opened it again.

But there is a box in it. I opened five boxes in a row. Father snickered when he saw that I had been cheated. When I saw it, I was very angry. I ran to the table and cut a big hole with scissors. I just took it out. I took it out. I'm very excited, because this is the remote-controlled plane I've dreamed of all day. At this time, I cheered loudly and danced happily.

This remote-controlled plane is black all over. When flying, it soars in the sky like an eagle. As long as you have the remote control in your hand, it will fly wherever you press it, east and west. How obedient! This plane is no different from a real helicopter when it takes off, because there is no airflow when it takes off, while a real straight plane does.

Although this remote-controlled plane is not as fast as birds and other flying animals, it is a toy plane given to me by my parents, but it is still the most precious toy around me. Whenever I feel depressed, I just need to play this helicopter for a while, and I will be happy. Because I also want to live as freely as a young bird, fly freely and be free.

The second article

My favorite toy is the doll that my mother bought for me on my seventh birthday, and it is also the most expensive toy.

She is very beautiful, with blonde hair, big bright eyes, a small upturned nose and a small cherry mouth. She also has two very beautiful skirts.

She can walk. When I put her down, her eyes closed automatically, as if she were asleep. She stood there staring into her eyes as if she were a living little girl. I held her hand, and she walked forward step by step, just like my little sister.

When I am unhappy, I will treat her as a good friend and tell her the truth, and my heart will be relaxed; When I am happy, I will carefully comb her hair, pin the clip my mother bought me on my head, change her into beautiful clothes and make her look lovely and beautiful.

I like my doll very much. Since I had her, I have a little friend. I don't seem to be lonely anymore. She shared my happiness with me, and she helped me share my sadness. If only she were my sister!