An unforgettable thing-composition.

On the eve of the Lantern Festival, my grandparents and I came to the faculty home with great interest. Grandma said that we should make our own dumplings to eat. I immediately danced with excitement.

When I arrived at the staff house, I went to the activity room on the second floor, where two big tables were set, with several bags of flour and several thermos bottles on them. We're about to start work. We have to mix noodles first. I opened the lid of the thermos bottle and poured some water into the basin, but there was so much water that the flour almost became flour soup. I sighed, and my heart beat a retreat. I thought: forget it! Even though I think so

! Even though I thought so, I persisted. I learned from my grandmother's appearance, and finally made the flour into a ball, so I began to rub it in the east and west, but after a few rubs, my hands were covered with batter. I really wanted to give up, but I was a little unconvinced when I saw others doing decent things, and decided to keep working! I sprinkled a little flour on the dough and kneaded it like a massage. After a while, I can make dumplings. I feel very excited, as if I were going to do a great thing. Because I usually only eat dumplings, not make them.

I grabbed a small dough from the big dough and rubbed it in the palm of my hand. The small dough rolled around between my palms, getting more and more round. Then, I pressed it into a disc, scooped up a spoonful of bean paste stuffing on it with a spoon, and then it was time to close the edges of the dough. However, this mouth can't be closed. I was puzzled. I put the patch on my palm in front of my eyes and studied it carefully for a while. Finally, I found out the reason-everyone else pinched it very hard. So, I used my strength to suck milk and squeezed it hard. This pinch can be smashed, and the red bean paste in the noodles rolled out like a volcanic eruption! I smiled helplessly and shook my head. Look at other people's bowls. There are already several dumplings, but I found nothing. At this moment, the headmaster came over and asked, "Oh, little brother, haven't you made any of them yet?" This sentence aroused my competitiveness, and I immersed myself in doing it again ...

"Boil, boil!" I ran away when I heard it. It smells good! We all gathered around the pot to find out which dumpling was made by ourselves. "Look, I made this, the biggest!" "I seem to be doing this one." "Isn't that ..." The dumplings in this pot are not only filled with bean paste and minced meat, but also filled with endless joy!

time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. There are so many things that happened in my childhood that I can't count them like the stars in the sky. Although I have forgotten many things, I still remember one thing vividly-my puppy Beibei died. Beibei was agreed to buy for me after I begged my mother in various ways. Because I regard it as my own treasure, so his name is Beibei. Beibei was small and lovely when she just bought it back, and she was very lovable. Even the mother who doesn't like small animals can't help hugging Beibei sometimes. Beibei is so beautiful! The whole body is covered with beige shiny fur, as smooth as satin. A pair of big round eyes are always watery. A small pouting tail, always swaying leisurely. In order to make Beibei more beautiful, I even put on a little skirt for her. As soon as Beibei walks up, the little skirt will twist with her little ass, which is interesting! The most interesting thing is that as soon as Beibei runs, her four calves jump, much like a little goat, which is particularly attractive. So, I always tease it with a little ham sausage and let it run with me. Every time I see its funny little appearance, I can't help laughing back. One day, I thought the weather was fine, so I ignored my mother's words and carried Beibei out. Who knows that Beibei caught a cold when she came back, sneezing and always lying on the heating instead of eating. This worried me so much that I quickly asked my mother to find some cold medicine, but Beibei just didn't take it. I left it alone when I was impatient, thinking it would be fine in a couple of days. But Beibei's illness is getting worse. One day, when I saw Beibei not coming out for dinner, I felt something was wrong. Usually, as soon as I knock on the plate, it will fly over. But no matter how I shouted that day, Beibei didn't come out. I went to Beibei's nest and looked, "Ah! Beibei, what's the matter with you? " I can't help screaming! I saw that Beibei's four calves had no strength, so she couldn't stand up. What can I do? I panicked and called my mother at once. After her mother came back, poor Beibei was dying. Her mouth was still covered with foam, and she could hardly open her eyes. Suddenly, just like a person died, Beibei tilted her head and closed her watery eyes forever. The beige elf who liked jumping on the floor left me forever. Beibei opened her mouth a few times before she died, as if complaining about me and saying, "I hate you!" Why don't you save me! I hate you! ！” I froze, at that time was at a loss, my head was blank. 1 of "wow", tears flowed out like two rivers. After hearing this, the mother who was looking for medicine for Beibei rushed over. I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears. I kept complaining about myself. I hope Beibei can hear me, forgive me and come back to me. But everything is impossible. If I didn't buy Beibei back, if I listened to my mother and didn't take Beibei out, if I had to give Beibei medicine every day, this lovely little life wouldn't leave me. But where are there so many ifs in the world? Where can anyone sell regret medicine? At night, I toss and turn but I can't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Beibei blaming me. Since then, it has been engraved in my mind, which makes me unforgettable. Imitate it! !