It was rainy season a few days ago, and it rained every day, which brought inconvenience to pedestrians. And I just finished the class of "Little Scholar" school, and I need to walk home with an umbrella. I walked out of the classroom, squeezed out of the crowd and walked home alone. I was waiting for the green light to pass at the intersection when it suddenly began to rain. Suddenly a car flew by and splashed me with dirty water, but I somehow stepped into a puddle and slipped. I was soaked to the skin and was about to complain when a warm hand reached out to me and helped me up. Through the communication with this girl, I learned that I am as old as her, and she is also in the class of "Little Scholar". Her name is xx. Besides, her home is close to mine, so she and I decided to go together. At this time, an old woman in front of us struggled on a very slippery road. I saw xx walking quickly to help grandma cross the street. I'm so ashamed that I really want to find a crack in the ground. Arriving at her home, she said goodbye to me and left. I really want to catch up with her and say, "I am not as good as you!" " "
From then on, xx and I became good friends, and we were inseparable all day, which not only gained friendship, but also understood the truth of being a man.
The second article: A 600-word selection of the composition of a distant friend "Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" Do you know that my sister and I like cats very much? I quickly covered my pen and rushed downstairs!
I saw that it has a "yin and yang face"-half yellow and half black, and a pair of big watery eyes are shining like stars in the night sky, not to mention ears. It's very clever. When it heard my footsteps, it was already standing alert, with four legs and small paws furry and a tail like a small wire. It stood warily in the yard from a distance, ready to escape. My sister and I crouched down to call it. It hesitated and came to us gently. As we walked, there was a "purring" sound in our throat, and my sister and I called it "little motor"!
"Small Motor" is usually quiet, like a lady. But as soon as dinner arrived, I immediately changed to "cat". I saw it open its mouth, bite a large fishbone with its fangs and lick the minced fish on it with its barbed tongue. I only licked a few mouthfuls, and then I couldn't wait to eat another mouthful of fish soup and rice. This reminds me of eating meat in Water Margin.
Although cute and beautiful, naughty also makes our family a "headache". Once, our whole family was having dinner, and "Little Motor" climbed upstairs with its "meat pad claws". My sister said, "Mom, I seem to see a motor!" " "We all looked at the gate, and sure enough, the door opened a little." No, you can't let it go upstairs! "My sister and I rushed upstairs in three steps and searched mom and dad's room, our room and bathroom ... just when we thought we were mistaken, a black shadow suddenly jumped out, and my slippers were not thrown out. It has "swished" from the middle of my trouser leg, and it has gone downstairs like an arrow, leaving only my sister and I dumbfounded.
This is my very good friend "Xiaomoto", a cute and naughty little wild cat.
Chapter 3: 600-word selected camphor trees written by friends from afar, lined up and stood quietly by the roadside.
There is no fragrance of osmanthus trees, no tenderness of willows, no straightness of pine trees. Camphor trees are ordinary and inconspicuous.
But it's my good friend. Countless times, I passed them on my way to and from school, but I only noticed them when I was depressed. I thought bitterly in my heart: I am just like this camphor, ordinary and mediocre. In any case, you can't change your situation. Therefore, when I am sad, I often go to Zhangshu alone.
But that day, I walked out of the house as usual. When the sun shone warmly on the ground, I looked up and was surprised to find camphor. But I'm not sure it's camphor At that time, the camphor tree was surprisingly high, and the sun shone through the leaves, leaving spots in the shade. Their vigorous branches reflect each other. The leaves are also particularly green. I picked a leaf and touched it gently with my hand. I feel the tension of life from the touch and smell of leaves. This row of camphor trees, like a row of soldiers standing neatly at the moment, is full of infinite vitality and vitality, which is completely different from usual. I was startled. It turns out that this humble camphor has such a side.
Looking down, there are so many beautiful scenery in my life, but I don't want to look for it. Cinnamomum camphora can be full of vitality What about me? Running from home to school every day, burying my head in reading, I feel bound. However, from another angle, I learned a lot of knowledge, felt the happiness of being with my classmates, and talked with teachers and parents. Are the seeds in my heart. With a little training, I can grow a flower of happiness. The camphor tree has become my listener to pour out my troubles. Now he is my teacher. Enough to be my friend.
It turns out that friends are not limited to people who can talk, but also can be silent things. We should not only be good at making new friends, but also be good at discovering our old friends-special friends.