My first friend is my sister, she and I are twins, except that I came out a little earlier than her so I became a sister.
Because of this, we both grew up greatly almost inseparable, my first friend is naturally her.
My friend's character is completely opposite of mine, although we are together, and was born on the same day, according to the character difference should not be so big. But the fact is completely opposite, I am very quiet, and my sister is a naughty bag. The family has her as if there is a living treasure, sister in the family every day to make trouble.
However, when it comes to her, there is still something to be praised, that is, no matter what delicious food the family took to my sister, my sister is the first time, handing the food to me in front. That look was like saying, "Sister, you eat first." I treat my sister as a friend, my sister likewise treats me as a friend, affection and friendship in both of us a perfect blend.
Remember once, we went to school. In class, the teacher asked us who our first friend was. When asked this question, the first reaction in my mind was my sister. What also did not occur to me was that in response to this question, my sister was named by the teacher to stand up. At that moment, I was especially curious about who my sister would say her first friend was.
Also in the middle of my doubts, my sister said in front of the teacher and classmates, "My first friend is my sister." I listened to my sister's words, my heart was happy. When the teacher asked who my `first friend' was, I also said my sister's name. From that time onwards, I realized that I had a better bond with my sister.
My first friend was my sister and my sister will be my friend for life. I am so happy because not only do I have a cute sister in my life, but I also have a best friend along with it.
Look, my sister has come to me with good food again, and I hope that the relationship between me and my sister will always be good.
My First Friend Essay 2Know who my first friend was? To tell you the truth, it was a little boy called Lu Mingxuan, who was my classmate when I was in the middle class of kindergarten.
Shortly after school started, in an art class, I finished my drawing and was about to hand it over 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, "Take a look, these three words are my name, my name is Lu Mingxuan, let me also take a look at your name, okay?"
"Yes." I said.
I picked up my own drawing and pointed to the word "Chen Yue" like he did and said, "This is my name, my name is Chen Yue."
"Shall we be friends?" Lu Mingxuan said.
"Yes!" I replied happily.
When I got home, I excitedly said to my mom, "Mom, I made a friend today, his name is 'Lu Mingxuan', a handsome little boy."
"Then you have to get along with him." Mom said.
"Yes, I will." I said happily.
From then on, we often drew and played games together, and I liked my life in kindergarten more and more. But this happiness didn't last long because they were moving and he was transferring to another kindergarten. I felt very sad. My mom told me not to be sad and said that I would definitely make more good friends in the future, but I will never forget him - my first friend in school: Lu Mingxuan.
My First Friend Essay 3Some people say that middle school is a journey of stumbling. In middle school, new classmates, new teachers, new environment, everything is new, and more importantly: making a new friend.
On the afternoon of the first day of school, I was lying on my desk, complaining about the amount of homework while struggling to move forward in the sea of problems. Suddenly, my elbow was bumped, and I scratched hard on my homework book. Looking at the homework that I had written for so long ruined, I glared at the classmate who bumped into me, and the spark of vengeance lit up in my eyes, cursed and had an argument with him. But not only did he not admit his fault, but he blamed my hand for getting in his way. I was so angry that I pushed him to the ground, and when he got up, he jumped on me again and punched me twice, and the tables and chairs around us were stomped out of the way. It wasn't long before the vice homeroom teacher (who was also the gym teacher) came and lifted us off the floor, took us to his office, lectured us and went to take care of things. He made us stand in a penalty box and face the wall. The student, seeing the teacher gone, looked around warily, and when I saw him in this state, I couldn't help but laugh, and somehow he followed suit, and when he was done, he squeezed his eyes at me and asked, "Dude, what's your name?" I gave my name and also learned that his last name was Lu, so I'll call him Little Lu! I talked to him about many topics, including games and such, the two of us appeared a kind of feelings called sympathy, just like the ancient Three Kingdoms of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, really hate each other ah, as if only a bowl of chicken blood and wine, to become sworn brothers.
Xiao Lu and I have a lot of aspects are not different from each other, in physical education class, the teacher instructed us to play basketball game, he and I each led a team, the score bites very tight, soccer is also. It can be said that we dominate the whole class of boys!
Middle school is stumbling, but I believe that with this one brother, everything will go smoothly. Middle school, I'm coming! Work hard!