Rule 1: My favorite is 500 words.
As we grow older, we also begin to have things we like, which may be a necklace, a bracelet and so on. And what I love, though not so outstanding, is the one I remember most clearly among all things.
This is a hairpin.
My father and I bought this hairpin in Shanghai. At that time, my father asked me to choose a gift, and I took a fancy to her at first sight. Since I saw her, I felt that nothing else looked good, so I only liked this one, so my father helped me buy it for her.
My hair clasp is blue, not as gorgeous as other headdresses, but it's not very simple. Her hairpin is a small stick. At the top of the hairpin, there is a crystal five-leaf clover. There are three petite blue roses diagonally above the five-leaf clover. On the right side of the clover, there are three things like fish tails. On these three "fish tails", there are two hanging ears. At the end of the hanging ear, one of them has a sapphire.
I like this hairpin very much. I will take her to every performance as long as I can. She is just like my good friend, even closer than my good friend, because she is almost always by my side. Just a few days ago, our dance class suddenly received a short notice that there would be a competition the next day, but the notice was so short that almost nothing was prepared, but nothing happened the next day and we had to go! Let's kill time then. Anyway, we don't pay attention to ranking. What matters is participation. So, I took my good friend to the competition that day. Don't say, the result of this competition is really good, probably because of my good friend!
This is my good friend, a beautiful good friend. Since I had her, I feel that the hair clasp outside is not as good as her. ...
The second article: My love composition is 500 words.
This succulent plant is my reward for performing the program.
Its appearance is very beautiful, like a beautiful picture drawn by a painter, telling the concept of life. Look, two main branches are inserted in the soil filled with duck-shaped flowerpots, breaking through the ground and full of vitality. Branchlets are born on two main branches, and green leaves grow on them. Those leaves are thick and fat. I feel life beating on every leaf. I was shocked by its strong desire for survival and decided to take good care of it.
The first thing I do when I get up every morning is to observe it. I will water it every few days. If I am free, I will sing to it. Every time I finish singing, I seem to see it clapping and cheering for me. In this way, we became inseparable friends.
Once, my father was moving things and I was doing my homework. Suddenly I heard a loud noise and I ran over. It turned out that my father accidentally knocked over the meat. Looking at the overturned soil and leaves in front of me, I was extremely sad. After a while, I carefully put the meat and soil on my new clothes into the flowerpot. A few days later, a miraculous thing happened, and I saw new leaves with green meat. I'm glad to have such fleshy meat. Its indomitable and tenacious quality makes me feel refreshed.
This is my favorite item, and its indomitable quality will shine in my heart forever. When I was a child, I would never forget the story about it. This pot of meat added a joy to my childhood. With this pot of meat, my time will be more exciting.
Article 3: My love composition is 500 words.
I like so many things as fish in the water that I can't count them. For example, there are novel toys, beautiful pictures, multifunctional pencil cases, delicious hamburgers, lively and lovely white rabbits … but my favorite is the beautiful scooter.
My father gave me a colorful scooter on my seventh birthday. I fell in love with it at first sight
When I first learned to skate, I was not very good at skating. I got on the scooter and fell as soon as I got on it. I got up again and again and fell again and again. But I still didn't learn, so I wanted to back down. After seeing it, my father encouraged me to say, "You must learn to master the skills of learning scooter and have a persistent heart." Come on! " After listening to my father's words, I suddenly realized. Before every practice, I have to think about learning the skills of scooter in my mind and practice hard over and over again. Although every fall hurts all over, I will never give up. Finally learned to skate! But I am not very good at skating. I made up my mind in my heart: I will definitely skate the scooter better and better!
So, after I finish my homework every day, I go to the square of the community to practice my scooter. In this way, practice day after day. In the end, everything paid off. I not only mastered the skills of skateboarding, but also got a fairly fast speed. Dad's face showed a gratified smile, and my face was filled with the joy of success.
Since then, scooter has become my favorite thing. Because it not only brought me joy, but also made me deeply understand the truth that persistence is victory!
Article 4: My favorite is 500 words.
Grandma has a young locust tree at home. I go home on May Day every year. My happiest thing is to pick Sophora japonica with my grandmother.
This pagoda tree is tall and thick, and its trunk is gray-black. Like a trained soldier. It produces sweet Sophora japonica flowers every year, and each flower is so fresh, complete and white. Like a fairy, it looks more beautiful and harmonious against the green leaves.
Sometimes it smells just like the perfume my mother has been wearing. Not to mention Shilixiang, there is not a dozen neighbors around who are not immersed in osmanthus fragrance.
I still remember that time I went to pick Sophora japonica with my grandmother, and sometimes I was fascinated by the smell when I picked it. So you can't help but grab a handful of Sophora japonica and put it in your mouth, and the fragrance will rush straight into your throat. Eating once will make you memorable.
However, all of a sudden, I was stabbed to death on the locust tree, and I was bleeding. But it happened that it thundered and it was raining cats and dogs. Grandma and I couldn't go back, so we stood under this tree. This tree is like a human being, with a few more "hands" to shelter us from the wind and rain.
At home, grandma dried and crushed Sophora japonica and wrapped buns for us to eat. It can also be made into cakes. Even if it is made into cakes by grandma, its fragrance remains in my heart.
Later, the village leaders cut down these trees because they kept me awake all night.
I still miss her in my heart and have a special feeling with her. How nice it is when it is in full bloom! I still remember when he sheltered us from the wind and rain, but I did nothing for him.