My father My father is a reporter. He is tall with black hair and always wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looks very knowledgeable. Dad's chin is covered with a beard like a steel needle. Whenever he is happy, he always likes to stab me in the face with his beard, which often makes my face red. Dad knows a lot of knowledge and often tells me magical and interesting science stories.
For my healthy growth, my father always tries many ways to exercise me.
That day, my father sent me to school. On the way, my father solemnly said to me:? Go home by yourself today. Pay attention to traffic safety on the road and give you snacks when you meet bad people. You must never ask them. ? I asked worriedly: What should I do? You can shout loudly, so that the bad guys won't dare to invade you. ? I took my father's words to heart.
After school in the afternoon, I walked alone on the road, a little nervous. Fortunately, there were no imaginary bad guys, and they got home safely. I took the key to open the door, and the first door opened easily; The second door is a little difficult for me. It took me more than ten minutes to open this door. Finally, I tried my best, twisted and pushed, and finally opened the door. Dad greeted him with a big smile: son, you are here! ? It turns out that dad has been waiting for me at home for a long time. He also knew that it would take me some effort to open the door, but in order to test me, he held back.
Knowing my father's good intentions, I like and respect my father even more.
My teacher I have a Chinese teacher. Her surname is Liu. We all call her Miss Liu. Teacher Liu is thirty-four years old this year. He is amiable. He is well prepared for class, so we all like Mr. Liu very much.
Teacher Liu's class is very interesting. I remember when I was in the second grade, my teacher took a class called Yunwu. At that time, my teacher brought a vivid picture and said, is this the place for birds? Cloud house? Play in the park, look, this is a tall building, this is a low tile house, this is a playground for birds. The birds are having a good time here. ? I was fascinated by it as if I were there. My deskmate saw it and patted me before I woke up.
Teacher Liu is very strict with us. Once, when we were writing too low, the teacher immediately said: Eyes are one foot away from the book, hands are one inch away from the pen tip. ? Since then, the phenomenon of head too low has been greatly reduced. Sometimes we write too messy, and the teacher immediately asks us to rewrite it. We know that the teacher is trying to make us write well. Under the teacher's education, I have developed good habits.
Teacher Liu also teaches us to collect good words and sentences. The teacher asked me to find good words and sentences in every class, and cross them out when I found one. Teacher Liu said it was helpful for our composition. Because of this, my composition level is so good. I believe my composition level will be better after a period of time. Three generations of gentlemen. Teacher Liu, thank you for teaching me so much knowledge and truth. I will study hard and repay your education in the future.
My grandfather is over 60 years old, tall, with a pair of eyes embedded in his wrinkled face. What I am most proud of is that he has? Never too old to learn? The quality of.
That day, as soon as I walked into my door, I was pushed and pulled to the study by my grandfather. This precious book points to an English word for advice. Good granddaughter, how to pronounce this word? I'm at a loss. How could grandpa ask me for English advice? It is true that the sun rises in the west. I won't know until I ask. It turns out that there have been several foreign guests recently. Grandpa learns English to prevent us China people from playing dumb in front of foreigners. I suddenly realized.
Mom asked grandma:? Father, what's the matter? Learn English. ? When grandma heard this, she didn't resist, and she got it off her chest. Today, I said I would go out to buy things, and if I buy things, I will buy things! When you bought an English book, you said it was irritating, not irritating.
The words sound just fell and grandpa rushed in, shouting as he ran. It's over, it's over. ? I wonder, grandpa, what's the hurry? I saw grandpa turn on the TV and tune it to 17. Fluent and sweet English was introduced to my ears. It turns out that grandpa still watches the English program "Into America" on time every day.
Grandpa is like this, he? Never too old to learn? , is an example for me to learn.
My mother is a careless person. She often treats salt as sugar and soy sauce as vinegar. So neither my father nor I dare to compliment her cooking. Once, my mother did a very clumsy thing. When she was in bask in the quilt, she forgot to stew chicken soup on the gas stove. As a result, the soup overflowed My mother quickly threw down the bamboo pole and ran to turn off the gas. At this time, the quilt fell into the embrace of the earth and had a close contact with it.
But my mother's heart is thinner than the eye of a needle. She is caring and considerate all day. She set my morning alarm clock and sewed my clothes. . . . . . I can't wait to hang a magnifying glass on my body to see what I haven't noticed. I really wonder when mom suddenly became so cautious.
Mom is very resourceful. If you don't turn on the air conditioner in summer, the computer will get hot after a while. Once, I fell in love with the animated film Woody Sakura. Mom won't let me see it, so I can only peek. But I thought, what if my mother finds the computer hot? I had a brainwave and thought of it! I covered the screen with a frozen towel in the refrigerator. Sure enough, the computer is not hot at all. For a few days, my mother seemed to notice. . . . . .
One night, my mother said, "Alas, the computer will get hot soon. How can it not be hot? " ? As soon as I listened, I told my mother my experience: "I don't know that yet." . . . . . I talked with Kan Kan until a smug smile looked at me. I didn't react and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. "Mistake, mistake! The older you get, the smarter you get. 〞
Mom. My good mother.
Mom, I love you.
My neighbor I have a lovely but naughty neighbor. He is younger than me, only eight years old, in the third grade of primary school. His name is Mu Yuan Chen.
Supposedly he should call my brother, but he won't. He just called me by my nickname? Hiroko? , homophonic? Rats? It means mouse. I scolded him for it, but he always ignored it. Recently, I have been fascinated by TV series, and my speech has become naughty. Once, I said to him: Chen Muyuan, shall we play football together? He pursed his mouth and looked up as if he were thinking something. Suddenly, he smiled and said to me, OK? . When I turned to get the ball, two more words popped up in his mouth? What the fuck is going on? . He was obviously playing a trick on me, and I was furious, but when I turned my head, he had already run away. It turned out that he was ready, hey! This little rascal.
He loved to play four-wheel drive since he was a child. He has a collection of four-wheel drive equipment, so he often repairs the four-wheel drive himself. Young as he is, he is far superior to me in repairing four-wheel drive. Once, I went to his house to play and saw him absorbed in his desk work. I thought he was doing his homework, so I didn't want to disturb him. Who knows, he is concentrating on repairing the four-wheel drive. I saw him sweating profusely, his mouth closed, and sometimes he bit his teeth, as if he had exhausted all his strength. Some sweat on my nose, a pair of big eyes, staring at the four-wheel drive. Judging from his concentration, he really looks like an expert in repairing four-wheel drive.
My neighbor is naughty and lovely.