about the writer's fifth grade composition 1
My grandfather is a retired old man. He is 68 years old this year, but he still looks very young, with strong body, straight back, love of life, diligence and thrift, or is he a "know-it-all" in our family?
My grandfather is a man who loves life. Getting up in the morning is always busy. After breakfast, he will walk around the house, patting his legs and shaking his hands, all of which are things that grandpa has to do every day. In the afternoon, grandpa goes out for a walk and often hums a tune. In the evening, I went out to dance square dance again, jumped to 7: 3 and went home on time, and went to bed at 8: . Grandpa is really busy this day!
thrift is my grandfather's habit. He is reluctant to throw away the dirty water, and always comes to clean the house and flush the toilet. He always uses the exercise books I have used up to keep notes. I remember once, my grandfather's house had a new door, and my grandmother threw the old door away. My grandfather said with an unhappy face, "How can this be?" That door can still sell for a few dollars! " Then I found the old door and sold it. When he got home, he danced happily and said, "I sold it for 1 yuan, thanks to my finding it!" "
It is no exaggeration to say that my grandfather is a "know-it-all". Grandpa knows a lot, such as the five-element eight diagrams, what to do lucky, what to do unlucky, and so on. He knows everything, even the math problems can be solved. Once, I was stumped by a math problem, and I couldn't think of it after racking my brains. Grandpa said, "Think in this way!" " I was suddenly enlightened. I once read a book called "Grandpa must have a way". In that book, Grandpa was very clever. He sewed a cotton blanket for his grandson, but when the grandson grew up and the blanket became smaller, he changed the blanket into a coat, a pair of trousers from a coat, a hat, a handkerchief and a bow tie, and finally a button. So is my grandfather. He is very resourceful and intelligent.
This is my grandfather, an industrious, intelligent and optimistic old man. I love him very much!
About the writer's fifth grade composition 2
My father is not tall. His beard is the most stinging. Every time I sleep, he will rush over and stab me in the face. Alas! I really can't take him. My father has curly hair all over his head, just like a furry puppy. As soon as my father's hair grows long, others say I won't look like my father. As soon as my father's hair is cut off, others say that my father and I are the same. That's weird, dad.
I'll tell you an incredible thing: every time my father comes home from work, he will take off his stinking cotton socks and throw them on my mother and me. Every time my father comes home from work, I will avoid my father and forbid his smelly socks to come near you. Hum! This father is simply not particular about hygiene.
Because my father runs very fast when he plays football, his friends and colleagues call him "Little Leopard".
My father likes singing very much. Every time he helps his mother to wash the dishes, he always sings. Because my father's songs are always heard in the kitchen of the restaurant, the neighbors next door think that he is a diligent father (tell everyone a secret: my father is actually a big slacker). Sometimes when everyone goes out to play, my father will sing and play with me. Even when he sleeps, he will come up with his mobile phone to listen to songs.
once, we bought a watermelon together. As soon as I cut the melon, I heard my father say, "Ouch! Melon is broken. " Mother said confidently, "I bought a melon but I didn't buy a bad melon." The father got rid of the melon and said, "Look, the melon has changed in two, isn't it broken?" When my mother and I got back, we chased my father. In a short time, the home was full of joyful laughter. My father is such a humorous person.
My father is busy at work. If he has time, he will accompany me to play and study and train. Once, the music teacher said that my pronunciation of the "S" phonetic symbol was not standardized, and I never learned very well when my mother taught me. My mother was so anxious that I burst into tears. When my father heard this, he advised my parents not to lose their temper. And teach me carefully over and over again until I can pronounce the phonetic symbols. I like my father.
if I stay with your father, I will definitely fall in love with him!
About the fifth-grade composition of the writer 3
My younger brother was born less than a month ago, and his fleshy face is very cute.
When he was born, he was only seven catties and six ounces. Although I heard that he was one catty heavier than when I was born, I still think he is a little thin. After a period of observation, I found that his life is extremely comfortable. It is his task to sleep for more than 2 hours a day after eating and sleeping. It is good to live a carefree life.
Because my younger brother is too young, I once ignored him when I went to ask my mother a question, and one arm directly pressed against him. Thanks to the small force, my younger brother didn't even cry, so he turned around and fell asleep again with an "ah". I was scolded by my mother, but fortunately my brother was fine. However, through this incident, I was a little speechless to him, and I didn't bother to cry. I was really a "lazy goods".
when my mother reads to him, my brother always listens attentively, as if he could understand. On another occasion, his mother played the third chapter of Mozart's Serenade to him, and his eyes widened. The "lazy goods" were not lazy, and he forgot to sleep, and he was actually "thinking" about the melody. However, I'm thinking, it's only ten days since you were born. What can you understand? You're just pretending!
don't look at such a small baby, there are times when he is helpless. That day, I was doing my homework at home, and suddenly I heard my brother crying, breaking the record that he could only cry for five seconds at a time-it was a minute! So I decided to go and find out.
When I entered the bedroom, I saw my mother pressing him, and my father "poured" medicine for jaundice into his mouth. Well, I call it a laxative. My brother drank reluctantly, and the medicine in his mouth overflowed from time to time, and the whole dress was dyed brown. I think it must be because of drinking this "laxative". My brother defecates no less than eight times a day! Who can stand this? Maybe I don't want my brother to have diarrhea again, and I gave him "montmorillonite powder" a few days later. This really surprised me. After feeding "laxatives", I was fed "montmorillonite powder". Isn't this painful? Poor baby, huh?
This is my younger brother, a cute and fun "lazy baby".
About the writer's fifth-grade composition 4
Speaking of a touching thing, I can't help but think of my father who has been silently caring for me.
I haven't seen my father for more than two months, because he is isolated in Hong Kong. I miss him and he misses me.
I still remember it was autumn in a kindergarten. It was a cloudy afternoon, and now I can still remember it vividly. It rained heavily that day, with thunder and lightning, but my father insisted on picking me up. Because I was young at that time, and my father was still wearing rain boots, he carried me in the stormy street. Rain boots are hard, walking hard, and dad's feet are worn out! At that time, my head gently rested on my father's shoulder. How hard it is for him to hold me in one hand and hold an umbrella in the other! At this time, the not-so-tall dad seems to suddenly become as brave and tall as a giant! At this time, my nose was sour and my tears flowed downwards. I told my father that I should walk! Dad said no, you are still young, what should I do when I fall down? I said let's take a taxi! However, because of the heavy rain and the traffic jam, a taxi can't see the shadow, so I can't get it. In this way, my father walked for almost an hour and took me home. Dad, who was soaked to the skin, waited until he took off his shoes to find that his feet were worn out and bleeding. I asked dad, doesn't your foot hurt? Dad said it didn't hurt. This is the first thing.
the second thing happened recently. I had to study for the exam late that day, and my father had to get up at 4: in the evening to work, but he still insisted on calling me and saying, Come on, you can do it! Although this is just a short sentence, it will give people a force that comes from nowhere! It's the same recently. Although we don't spend every day together, we always make a phone call every night when we are going to bed to report peace!
There is no word "easy" in the adult world. Those seemingly strong are just some chills. You will never see the tears of an adult, because he will always be strong in front of you! It is my spiritual pillar, but also my teaching teacher. One sentence he says may be better than 1 sentences others say! Father's Day is coming, I want to send you a message, Dad, I love you!
About the writer's fifth grade composition 5
My brother is six years old this year. With a cute little face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, small but intense eyes, a bit of a king! If you laugh, a row of neat little white teeth will be exposed in your red mouth, which is really cute!
don't underestimate him! Although he is still young, he is courageous and very brave. Take that time to catch gecko for example. One day, my brother and I found a gecko on the stairs. As soon as I saw it, I quickly hid away. My younger brother rushed up, pressed the gecko gently with his toes, and then grabbed the gecko with one hand and walked towards me. I was so scared that I got goose bumps and couldn't help screaming. "What is there to be afraid of?" My brother stared at the gecko and said to me. In order to make my brother not underestimate me, I got up the courage and decided to touch the gecko. I saw that I approached the gecko carefully with my index finger, and my heart was pounding, close, close and touched! Soft, disgusting, I was shaking, and immediately shrank my hand back. At this time, the gecko escaped from my brother's hand and ran towards me. I jumped around in fear, and then my brother arrested it again? Seeing this scene, I have to admire my brother's bravery.
My younger brother is not only brave, but also eccentric and creative, which will make you laugh! I remember my brother's 4-year-old birthday. I don't know why. After dinner, my brother hid in his room and got busy, looking around, and there was a fragrance from time to time in the room. After a while, my brother came out of the room and went straight to his mother's arms. Oh, my god My younger brother was wearing the little white dress I wore when I was a child, and his little face smelled of his mother's cosmetics. I touched his face and it was greasy. I don't know how many layers of his mother's moisturizing cream and sunscreen he applied! My mother and I really laughed and cried when we saw this scene. Cry, mom's expensive cosmetics are wasted! Laugh, it's so "weird" to see this innocent, cute and ignorant brother! It's fun to have a younger brother at home. It's like lighting our laughing hole and making us laugh!
this is my brother, how about it? Cute!