Speaking of Baiyun Mountain, it is known as the famous mountain in South Guangdong, and it has been called "the first show in Yangcheng" since ancient times. It is located in the northern suburb of Guangzhou, with a total area of 20. 98 square kilometers, the main peak "Moxingling" is 382 meters above sea level. It overlooks the whole city of Guangzhou and the Pearl River in the distance. Whenever it rains or in late spring, the mountains are covered with white clouds, which is a spectacle, hence the name. Baiyun Mountain has long been famous in the world. Celebrities came and went during the Warring States and the scenery was pleasant during the Jin Dynasty, so the Tang Dynasty was famous for its resorts. Baiyun Mountain has occupied many places in the "Eight Scenes of Yangcheng" since the Song Dynasty. Citizens always like to hike here, especially on holidays, and take climbing Baiyun Mountain as a pleasure. At this time, the bustling scene of supporting the elderly and loving the young constitutes a unique picture of Yangcheng.
Mountaineering can exercise the body, exercise the will, absorb the fresh air of nature in the countryside, and adjust the body and life. Now is the information age, with advanced technology, many things can be done without going out. People stay at home all day, work in the company, seldom exercise, and get sick easily. Since the outbreak of SARS virus, it is particularly important to strengthen physical exercise, improve personal physique and ensure the quality of work and study.
Two days after Typhoon Ibudu, the temperature in Guangzhou dropped slightly due to heavy rain, but it was still sultry, and dark clouds appeared from time to time. Early in the morning, I prepared an umbrella and drinking water, put them in my backpack, got on my dad's car, and we set off. The car stopped at the foot of the mountain. Dad said that because of the fear of rain, this time we chose a relatively flat, easy-to-walk, but far-away road to climb the mountain, but in order to achieve the purpose of exercising, we decided to board the destination at one breath. After entering the mountain gate, we walked all the way up. In less than 10 minutes, I was already sweating. The summer sunshine seems to be trying to pull out the swaying green trees and pass them on to my face, which is burning. We walked and enjoyed the scenery on both sides. People are bustling on the road, probably because there is a holiday on Saturday. It seems that everyone has a sense of strengthening fitness. There are many famous natural attractions on Baiyun Mountain. We have been climbing along the mountain road. The mountain road is lined with tall green trees. There is a rest point every other road, and there are stone benches and trees everywhere. Looking down, the spring water in the mountain is flowing out, which is really comfortable. Oh, it used to be called Pugu. There are unknown flowers everywhere, and the insects around are busy collecting nectar. It's really a vibrant scene. At this time, we went to the grassy lawn again, just like a huge green carpet, where the grass was everywhere. A breeze blew in the mountains, and the grass and small wild chrysanthemums shook their bodies as if calling to us. The wind took away the heat wave under the scorching sun, leaving a fresh, really refreshing. In 28 minutes, we arrived at Nengren Temple Scenic Area. Father told me that we were halfway to the destination of Peak Park, and there was a steep slope ahead. He asked with concern, "Are you tired?" Do you need a rest? "I'm thinking," we must work hard to reach our destination, so as to achieve the purpose of exercise, and we must not be discouraged. "I took two sips of water from my backpack and handed it to my dad. I replied, "Let's go on! "Dad looked at me and seemed to say," Well done! " Looking at the green grass and green hills, and the city that is constantly far away from us, we continue to move forward, turn from the avenue to the stone mountain road, and come to a scenic spot called "Tiger Hill". It's so hot, my father asked me if I want to eat an ice cream to cool down. I quickly agreed. We ate My Sweetie's ice cream and climbed the mountain. Going hiking is really interesting. On the way, we kept passing my father's colleagues when my father's cell phone rang. Oh, it was a colleague of my father who sent an interesting short message in the distance: "You are eating ice cream with sunglasses, and your son is behind you". We couldn't help laughing after reading it. Walking, I feel my legs are heavy and my clothes are soaked with sweat. Dad also said that he was a little breathless. I watched my dad still firmly ahead, and I kept encouraging myself in my heart. "Persistence is victory!" . At 40 o'clock, we arrived at the destination "Peak Park", watching the sweat flowing down from our foreheads, but we couldn't hide the smile on our faces from the joy of victory. We stood at the top of the mountain, overlooking Guangzhou, where there are many tall buildings at the foot of the mountain, shouting "Hi! How are you? " With the melodious music in the park, the sound echoed in Shan Ye, forming a picturesque scenery. The beautiful scenery of Baiyun Mountain intoxicated me and made me linger.
During the holiday, I played in an open space of my grandmother's house. Suddenly, a girl rushed in recklessly. I looked at her carefully: her skin was dark, and I knew at a glance that she often worked in the fields; Eyes are big but narrow; Hair is messy, as if it has not been sorted for a long time; Wearing a red flowered skirt, the clothes are dirty; There are also some holes in my shoes. I thought to myself: this man is so rustic. When he was still wearing flowery clothes, he must have never seen any big scenes. He is a real countryman. He came over and stared at me and said, "Hello, my name is Xiaohua, and I want to be your friend, okay?" After listening to her name, I think she is rather rustic. But somehow, I still want to make friends with her. He nodded in agreement. She became my holiday friend.
Xiaohua is a lively and naive girl. There are always many new things in his mind that I don't know. She told me that I was her first friend because other children thought she was poor and ignored her. Perhaps because of this incident, I deepened my friendship with Xiaohua and we became inseparable friends.
One day, Xiaohua and I went out to play and were ready to go home. I feel very thirsty. Xiaohua pointed to a fruit tree three or four meters high and said, "Let's pick the fruit and eat it." I listened and found a bamboo pole, ready to knock the fruit down. Xiaohua stopped me: "If this falls, it will smash the fruit." I put down the bamboo pole, simply put my hands around the tree, put my feet on it, and climbed with both hands and feet, but I couldn't climb any more after climbing a foot, and I was so anxious that I was sweating. Inadvertently, I didn't hold my hand tightly, so I fell heavily on the ground and made me cry. Xiaohua looked at me in a mess and laughed while clutching her stomach. I saw Xiaohua holding the trunk, stepping on the stump, leaning forward and kicking hard, and repeating these actions all the time. All of a sudden, she climbed the tree easily with three or two strokes. I blushed at her lithe movements. She sat on the trunk and picked many fruits for me to eat. We ate and went home.
The holiday is over. I should go back. I should say goodbye to Xiaohua. When I left, Xiao Hua Ou made me feel sorry for a leaf. We never met again, but I still remember her innocence and liveliness.
3. Character action description composition 400 words in the morning
Early in the morning, before dawn, I was awakened by my father's cough.
I opened my eyes and saw my mother dressing my father. Neither of them said anything, but silently put on the newly washed clothes, buttoned them one by one, and then gently pulled them down. This is what my father said last night. In order to earn more money for my sister and me to study during the Chinese New Year, I will go to town this morning to catch a train to go to work in Beijing. Really, so are the children from poor families. Dad can't spend the next year at home to make money. It is said that reading is for myself, but I always feel that I don't understand that reading is for myself, but I really feel that I am sorry for my parents because I don't study hard. How hard the two of them work, aren't they all for my sister and me? You can't even spend the New Year at home!
When I was in a trance, my father mentioned the stuffed big bag and said softly, "Goodbye, the child is yours!" " "Mom just whispered" grace "as a promise. At this time, I saw him put down his schoolbag again and wanted to hug his mother for a kiss, but her mother pushed her father away and whispered, "Son, don't be a loser!" " "Dad never said anything, turned around and picked up his bag and strode out of the door. Then I remembered that I had to say goodbye to my father. I immediately got up and shouted, "Bye, Dad!" "Baidu map
I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a picture under the glass plate. "Deer, my favorite sika deer, draw it." I thought to myself, open the painting, pick up the brush, and draw a deer with three times five divided by two. But because I didn't observe it carefully, I painted the deer head as a kid's head. How ugly! I erased the redraw, but it was drawn to the right. I had to draw another duck swimming in the river on the left side of the paper and "twist" the deer's head to make it look at the duck. I draw very well, really well.
In the fifth grade, I joined a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time. According to my tutor's instructions, I will put my forefinger and middle finger out of the pen container, and my ring finger and little finger into the pen container. I write carefully one by one. One point one horizontal, one vertical and one horizontal. But it's not like one word, it's obviously three. A horizontal, winding like a small snake; A vertical one, but as thick as an elephant's legs and feet in art; Even more ridiculous, like a bald broom that has long been discarded. I looked at my "masterpiece" and laughed. These strokes are uneven and asymmetrical, not to mention the shelf structure. But the tutor said, "well written!" It seems that you have a bright future. If you practice hard, you will succeed in the future. "
3. I saw a male classmate come up to the stage, quietly spread out a roll of white paper, raised a brush dipped in thick ink, thought for a while, and painted while flying like a phoenix. With the constant bleeding of the brush, a lifelike horse appeared on the drawing paper. It held its head high, bravely, and showed an irresistible power.
4. Disgusting "smelly elder sister", so nobody cares, do you want to ruin my experiment? I gave my finger a heavy flick. But instead of bouncing off, it angered the "smelly sister". It immediately gave off an unpleasant smell, which made me run back to the house covering my nose.
The room is quiet, only the TV is ringing. Dad suddenly slapped the table with a wave of his hand. Bowls, plates and chopsticks jumped up, and the glass at the corner of the table fell to the ground and broke.
5. Chinese composition action describes a paragraph of 400 words, which requires beautiful language. When my mother saw litchi, her face immediately sank: "What about your rich family?" Such an expensive thing, you ... "I interrupted my mother:" Such an expensive thing is meaningless for us to taste! "Mom snorted (ch9) and smiled, stroking litchi (m4i) with a hand with abrupt tendons, then cutting the litchi skin with the fingernail of the little finger, carefully peeling it (b 1o) to prevent the skin from falling off, and holding litchi in the palm of her hand, as if holding a chicken that had just pecked the eggshell and watching it lovingly, reluctant to swallow it. She kept telling me. After all, it is the first time to eat, after all, delicious! A mother is as happy as a child.
From: Litchi.
My father is a northerner to the core. He has a tall and burly figure of a northern man, a clear outline and a unique tough spirit. In my heart, father is like a pine tree. Whether the sun is like fire or it is raining and snowing, he is so tall and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strong backing.
Father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father seldom cries. At that time, my teenage father went to the remote rural area of Inner Mongolia alone. It was a long yellow sand, and he had no friends. No matter how difficult it is, my father never shed tears. My father had an accident and was badly injured in more than a dozen places. The pain is unbearable, and he can't sleep at night. Father never said a word "pain" and never let out a cry, but he stood up silently and firmly. As long as I can remember, my father has only cried three times.
The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercise after meals. It was the Spring Festival, and the doctors were not there, so the operation could not be done in time. I rolled in bed in pain, and my father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. With a burst of pain, I woke up slowly and saw my father's bloodshot eyes and slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of his nose. I know my father is crying. When I was young, I couldn't help shivering. I never thought that my strong father would cry, and it was for me. My nose was sour and tears filled my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I deeply understood that no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part and his achilles heel.
The second time was four years ago, when my grandmother was critically ill and my father stayed at the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandmother's face with brand-new white sheets, I saw my father's tears for the first time in my life. Tears rolled down instantly and covered my face with wrinkles and freckles. Mother and son love each other deeply, and blood is thicker than water. I felt the pain in my father's heart.
Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation, and I showed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh words. While my father comforted me, he also listed my mother's goodness. I didn't know that my words touched my father's heart. He said, your mother's life is not easy! Tears-I really saw them-swirled in my eyes. He added softly, "We must be kind to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My inarticulate father expressed his feelings in the most plain language, which is clearly a caring love.
Father's tears are not easy to move, and no hardship or storm can destroy his strong will. Only affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and gentleness. Father's three tears are for the three most important people in his life-mother, wife and daughter.
6. The detailed description should include the elements of action description. A word in grade three is the soul of the article. The common characters in students' exercises are often thousands of people, which are neither personalized nor vivid. The whole article looks dry, boring and lacking in appeal. If you read these works carefully, you will find a common problem: you often just pursue writing something completely, ignoring vivid, concrete and nuanced details.
Detail description has a wide range and various functions, but it mainly depicts characters and shapes their images. Vivid details are like human cells. Without them, people will lose their lives. Without details, the characters lose their flesh and blood. Writer Lee Joon said: "In revealing a character's personality characteristics, a detail sometimes plays the same role as a plot or a scene." As the saying goes, "the spirit is seen in the nuances."
I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a picture under the glass plate.
"Deer, my favorite sika deer, draw it." I thought to myself, open the painting, pick up the brush, divide three times five by two and tick off a deer.
However, because I didn't observe it carefully, I painted the deer head as a child's head. How much is not beautiful! Erase the repaint, but draw it to the right.
I had to draw another duck swimming in the river on the left side of the paper and "twist" the deer's head to make it look at the duck. I've finished painting. It's really good.
In the fifth grade, I joined a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time. According to the instructor's instructions: the index finger and middle finger are stuck outside the pen container, and the ring finger and little finger are stuck inside the pen container.
I write carefully one by one. A point, a horizontal, a vertical, a si.
But it's outrageous. It was clearly painted by a three-year-old child. A little, it is a thick ink group; A horizontal, winding like a small snake; A vertical one, but as thick as an elephant's legs and feet in art; A slap is even more outrageous, like a bald broom that has long been scrapped.
I looked at my masterpiece and smiled. These strokes are uneven and asymmetrical, not to mention the shelf structure.
But the tutor said, "well written!" It seems that you have a bright future. If you practice hard, you will succeed in the future. " 3. I saw a male classmate come up to the stage, quietly spread out a roll of white paper, raised a brush full of thick ink, meditated a little, and painted while flying like a phoenix.
With the constant bleeding of the brush, a lifelike horse appeared on the drawing paper. It holds its head high and goes forward bravely, showing an irresistible force.
4. Disgusting "smelly elder sister", so nobody cares, do you want to ruin my experiment? I gave my finger a heavy flick. Who knows it didn't bounce off, but it angered this "smelly elder sister". It immediately gave off an unpleasant smell and made me run back to the house, covering my nose.
The room is quiet, only the TV is ringing. Dad suddenly grabbed the corner of the table with a wave of his hand.
1 of "beep", slapped on the table, bowls, plates and chopsticks all jumped up, and the glass at the corner of the table fell to the ground and broke. 6. Holding a small hazelnut in one hand and a heavy pair of pliers in the other, look directly at the hazelnut.
The pliers drop slowly, but they often hit one side. After a while, their hands were smashed several times. There was a painful expression on her face.
7. xu teacher teaches us Chinese. She holds chalk in her dexterous hands every day and writes carefully on the blackboard. We can't help imitating her handwriting in our notebooks.
After Haitao found the sparrow's nest, he put a flashlight in his waist, spat on his hand and climbed up. Before climbing to the sparrow's nest, he lowered his head and said to us, "Hey, look carefully and get ready to catch sparrows!" " "Say that finish, he stood on another branch and straightened up.
Unexpectedly, the sparrow's head hit the sparrow's nest and got a fright. There was a creeping sound from the nest, and then several sparrows rushed out desperately. Haitao was in a hurry and reached for one.
He took a photo of the nest with his flashlight, and there was only one left, which may not be crowded out, chirping. Haitao reached out and grabbed another one. He put it in a plastic bag and threw it in front of Xiao Pang. Xiao Pang happily picked it up, took the sparrow out of the bag and watched it flapping its wings. He cried happily, "That's funny, that's funny …" 9. I held my breath, bent my hands into an arc, approached slowly, and then swooped forward.
Haha, look where you are going! Tingting also squatted down to watch. I slowly let go of my hand, alas, I only have grass where grasshoppers lie.
"What's the matter? I clearly see this lying here. " Cousin said, "The grasshopper jumped out and you didn't notice. No, it is right there. "
I looked in the direction of my cousin's finger and the grasshopper was there. I ran another button, hey, I ran away again.
I looked at the grass around me. Ah, it was hidden under my feet. I stared at it, squatted down gently, and suddenly my hands were buckled at a height of about 10 cm from the grasshopper. "I know, I know!" I am so happy that my cousin dances around me excitedly.
10, obviously humming, walking in the field. Suddenly, there was a cry of "goo goo".
Looking down the sound, I saw a little cuckoo jumping on the carpet-like grass. Yao Ming is very happy. He held his breath, and the cat crouched down and crept close to the little cuckoo.
He put his hands in a semicircle and pounced! Mingming caught this little cuckoo. Ah! This little cuckoo is really beautiful. Although its feathers have not yet grown, its pearly eyes are very clever.
Mingming lovingly stroked the soft feathers of the little cuckoo. Pick some at will and change them yourself.
8. Character Action Description Composition 400 Although the countryside in March is the most worthwhile season, the countryside in May is not inferior at all.
Because the sunshine in May is too special, not as gentle as the sunshine in early spring, which makes people sleepy. Nor is it as hot and violent as the summer sun; The sunshine in May is warm and gives people a comfortable feeling. It is the habit of every family to plant melons in front of the house and bamboo in the back.
Every summer, green poles and green leaves come into view. Take a closer look at the height of bamboo, which is really a bit like a glorious guardian to defend rural families.
As usual, country people always keep a few chickens and dogs. Whenever the "master dog" makes a unique stunt "dog roar", nearby cocks come to gather with their own troops, hold their heads high, tuck in their bellies and lift their hips, and start counting off one by one. It's really a bit like a "chicken tour team" that will defend its homeland against invaders. In the fields, busy farmers' uncles are everywhere. They remove weeds from rice and let them grow healthily, even if their clothes are dirty, because there is a bumper harvest waiting for them.
On the hillside, those unknown yellow flowers are like golden faces. They keep growing down the vines, like ropes hanging from the hillside. As soon as the wind blows, the fragrance of May will spread all over the countryside, which is a moving, harmonious and elegant mural.
In the fragrant morning, Xiaguang slowly opened the dark curtains, and we have arrived in the suburbs by car and strolled in the countryside of Shan Ye. Breathing the air in My Sweetie and looking around the green land really adds a bit of happiness.
Along the field path, we approached several small farmhouses. I saw a group of sparrows flying lightly overhead, stopped by a chicken coop in a small yard, pecked at something on the ground, and suddenly flew away uniformly.
In front of the eaves of the yard, there are several vines supported by wooden stakes, and several melons and vines climb up along the brackets. The rolled melons and vines are tightly wrapped around the small bamboo sticks on the shelf.
Melon leaves are green and lush, and vines are dotted with small yellow flowers. What a unique decoration, it makes people feel very comfortable.
Every small farmhouse shaded by trees and bamboo is inevitably covered with several flower beds, which brings freshness and beauty to people more or less, and is more gorgeous in simplicity. You see, from a distance, the peony flowers in that flower bed are blooming brightly.
I heard from enthusiastic villagers that they planted peony, impatiens, cockscomb, dahlia, cherry, loquat, plum, apricot, pear, orange and other flowers and fruits in front of and behind the house. They not only want to make these flowers and trees open in season, but also have fresh fruits to eat every season.
I thought: these country people are really smart. At this time, a hen led a group of chicks to the front yard for food.
The hen pecked up a delicate pebble, then put it on the ground and let out a cry "giggle …". When a few chickens come, it pecks up gently, then puts it down again, and then lets the chickens peck.
I thought: I'm afraid this is teaching its children. A pair of chicks nearby found a bug at the same time. Only one of them shook the messy yellow hair first, then rushed to the other chick, pecked its head, and ate the worm while the other chick was distracted.
Really naughty! Walking in the countryside in May, I got not only fresh air, green eyes and sweet joy, but also the inspiration of beauty and harmony created by hardworking villagers. Spring is the season when everything recovers and spring blossoms, while summer is the season when the sun shines high and the heat meets. The countryside in May is a moving, harmonious and elegant mural.
In the early morning with lingering fragrance, Xiaguang slowly opened the dark curtains, sucking the air in My Sweetie, and the grey finches in the nest passed gently, pecking at the rotten corn on the ground from time to time, sending it to the distance with rotten corn in their mouths. Next to the ebony eaves, there are several groups of vines with green, red and purple melons hanging on them. Climb up in the direction and pull out the rolled vines. They are so lush and green that people open their hearts. What an interesting decoration. The green vines are dotted with yellow and red flowers. Every hometown, according to the theory of good ecology, should decorate a few flowers and moss. Celosia cristata and Chrysanthemum morifolium are in season, open in order, and somewhat gorgeous in simplicity. Planting trees and bamboo is a compulsory course for rural people. Planting bamboo in the backyard can increase the climate in spring. It's wonderful to put dark green shade, green poles and green leaves in bamboo. Planting pear and cypress trees is a good choice, with dense green leaves.
Raising poultry is a common custom of rural people. When they see hens, they will lead a group of chicks to the front yard or backyard to feed and peck at delicate pebbles. It's very cute. When a pair of chickens find a bug at the same time, they will shake their messy yellow hair like a "yellow-haired girl", then rush to another chicken and peck its head to attract the attention of another chicken. In the evening, the birds leaving the nest returned to the nest along the evening breeze, and there was an unprecedented silence in the evening. Weaver Girl sent her and dragged her lullaby around the eaves. In the countryside in May, you are like a fairy tale, believing in innocence, and you are like music. The countryside is like a dazzling green jade, embedded in that obscure remote mountainous area. Fresh air is a sign of the countryside. Whether people in the city can smell the fresh air in that city, even the occasional soft wind, contains countless choking powder.
Looking at this reinforced concrete city, it slowly reminds me of the countryside. In the countryside in May, villagers were busy harvesting rapeseed and wheat and squeezing rapeseed into canned vegetable oil.
When picking, the farmer's uncle harvested thick and long rapeseed fruits, and his simple face was filled with a bumper smile. May is the harvest season. Adults and children are busy with their own affairs. Adults work in the fields all the time, hoping for a good harvest. The children picked up bamboo baskets in pairs and went to the mountains to pick wild strawberries. Children's cheerful laughter floated along the way. In a short time, the children can pick a basket of wild strawberries and eat them together without washing. This is the most important thing for children.
9. There is an essay (400-500 words) about the action of photographing mosquitoes.
One day, when my parents went out, they prepared a bowl of delicious chicken soup for me. Just about to enjoy it, I heard a series of annoying "buzzing" sounds, and then several big bags appeared on my legs, which made me fidget.
"Hum, you little mosquito, I want you to blood out!" I was so angry that I looked around and found this mosquito parked on the wall. I gave a "broken palm" to the mosquito, and I screamed "wow" because I tried too hard. I didn't expect this mosquito to react quickly. It is out of danger, flying to the curtain, humming, as if proudly saying to me, "Come on, come on, want to catch me?" No way! "After thinking about it, I decided to come up with a unique trick:" eighteen hands to reduce mosquitoes "and" Hey! Hey! Hey! "I hacked at the soft curtains, but the mosquitoes were gone.
At this time, I rolled my eyes and decided to upgrade my weapons. I took out a fly swatter in my hand and patrolled the room. I soon found him parked in the corner. I sneered: "mosquito, you want to hide in the dark, your death is up!" " "I swung the fly swatter and slapped the mosquito. Alas, it escaped again. I had to survey the house, kitchen, bedroom and living room again, but they still disappeared. I was so tired that I sat down and thought, Take a rest first, and then look for it! I picked up the chicken soup and just wanted to take a sip to replenish my strength. Ear came the voice of "buzzing" again. I put down my bowl, stood up and looked around. The buzzing sound disappeared without a trace at once. After repeated several times, I had another plan, upgraded my weapon again and took out an electric mosquito swatter. Haha, mosquitoes can feel people's body temperature and breathing. I rolled up my sleeves and my trouser legs used a "risk meter" to lure mosquitoes into a trap! After a while, just when I lost my temper, the mosquito unexpectedly stopped quietly on my left arm. I quietly picked up the electric mosquito swatter with my right hand and slammed it on my left arm, only to hear a hiss. I smiled and picked up the electric mosquito swatter. The mosquito lay there obediently, but so did my arm. I happily raised the electric mosquito swatter and cheered: "I won! "I won!"
I sat down and now I can enjoy the chicken soup with peace of mind. I picked up the bowl and took a look. I can't help dumbfounded. Mosquitoes are shocked into chicken soup!
10. She will treat her mother warmly in a 400-word composition describing what her mother did in Grade Two. She often wears colorful clothes, so don't be naughty at school.
Mom, mom, I'm 1 1 years old. My mom has a bad habit of speaking without losing face to others. I remember one time, mom, mom, with round eyes, I failed in the math exam? Mom, the advantage of mom is that she is very thoughtful and cares about me! My mother is very enthusiastic. My mother's personality is very different from others, with long hair. I am proud to have such a mother! My mother is honest. Maybe some people have the same personal experience as me and have nothing to do with our elders. She gets up early every day, often with a smile on her mouth and a flat nose. Do you know how much damage this has done to our door? My mother was very angry and how tired she was, but my mother was really good to me and my father and gave me a warm home! Mom still loves to nag! My mother is very cheerful, saying that my mother is not only enthusiastic, but also always has to say one thing several times, which looks very gentle. Instead of hitting me, she sarcastically called me a big fool! In short, a thousand words are summed up in five words, which makes my friends have no pressure and constraints at all. I am very jealous. Do you need to tell me about these things? Prepare powder for dad. My mother is busy from morning till night. After getting up, she will teach me how to make bread, and my good friends will come to our house as soon as they are free! Thank you for loving me so much. Every time I bring my classmates home, my mother's only shortcoming is that she is nagging. In the morning, my mother always tells me to walk slowly and drive carefully. Mom, the classmates all say that mom is good, her ears are almost cocoon, and the food is especially delicious. She often teaches me to be an honest child, but she is happier. She can be regarded as a good mother and a complete friend. She also knitted me some pieces.