Everyone will always have such a person to accompany you forever on the road of growth. And she is the one who accompanied me to see the scenery. We love each other deeply, but we hate each other, but she never let go of my hand at any time. When I cried, she held my hand and made me laugh; When I succeeded, she took my hand and celebrated with me; When I was wandering, she took my hand and stepped into the future!
When I was five years old, I was put into kindergarten as a child to learn that kind of boring things. It was my mother who picked me up from school every day, and then she became her. At the kindergarten gate, she still held me in her slender hands and said softly. Goodbye, Yao Yao! Have a good class! Strangely, this day I became quiet because of her words. Her words reassured me.
When I was seven years old, I went to primary school, and she also left home for junior high school. When I left, I cried willfully and wanted to keep her. She took my hand and said; Yao Yao is fine. I'm going to school. Don't get into trouble while I'm away! I want to check your homework when I go home at the weekend. It was her words that made me study hard in primary school. I know from the teachers that she turned out to be such an excellent student. She has become my goal and motivation. Whenever she comes home, I always show her homework A directly, plus a naive I must be better than you! And she always points out seriously which words I write are ugly and which problems are difficult to solve. As we grew older, we gradually began to quarrel. She asked me to help her, and I replied, don't you have hands and feet? I slept with her, and she always said I didn't want to sleep with you! However, I have always been willing to run errands for her. She always warms my little feet under the covers. After all, we are in love!
At the age of thirteen, I stepped into the gate of middle school, and she got on the train to study. Time has matured us all. Before getting on the train, she took my hand and encouraged me. Come on, middle school! I believe you! I will be better than you! The same words are no longer competitive and childish, but a promise, but a firm heart, so that she can go to college with confidence. We have a tacit understanding.
She is my sister, six years older than me. She has similar eyebrows and the same heart. She witnessed my growth, and I appreciate her beauty. We depend on each other and encourage each other. She is more considerate and less estranged than her parents. The honor we have gained since childhood is plastered all over the wall. We are all the pride of our parents!
Dear sister, I will never be afraid to have you hold my hand and grow up with me. Let's cheer together, ok?
The story of my cousin and I was written in 456 words in the fifth grade of primary school.
Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle, bittersweet and salty.
All of them. And what I like best are those "sweet" stories!
There is a landscape pool next to my father's fish pond. The landscape here is along the mountain.
It flows to the collection pond and then to dad's fish pond. The water in the mountain pond is very shallow, about
My knee. And the water is very clear, and you can see that there are many smooth pebbles at the bottom of the water.
On the head, there are some small shells and maybe some small crabs hiding under the small stones, waiting.
Want to play hide-and-seek with you!
Every holiday, I will be with my cousin, each with a stick, in high spirits.
Run to the mountain pond to catch small crabs. After entering the water, my cousin and I stood on tiptoe and were careful.
Looking for small crabs. Suddenly, my cousin stopped, turned around and said softly.
I said, "There must be crabs under that big stone. Look, it's all bubbling! " "What?
It was I who held my breath and came behind the stone. I'm afraid I'll make a sound.
Let it find out. I quickly picked up the stone with a wooden stick, and sure enough, there was a small pang hidden inside.
Crab. That little crab is so flexible that it suddenly wants to run to other rocks for protection.
. But my cousin and I won't give him a chance! Cousin immediately took out a net bag from her pocket.
Son, I picked up the stick. We are sandwiched between two sides, this little crab has nowhere to run, and there are pebbles.
Let's put them in the net together. It still refuses to give up! It stood on the pebbles in the net,
Hold your head high and keep waving its pliers, like a great soldier.
Staring at us like an insult. Seeing the appearance of the little crab, we couldn't help winning.
The laughter of the beneficiaries. You defeated soldier, don't be a prisoner.
This is the story I want to say "sweet". It tastes like delicious candy.
Similarly, it always makes me unforgettable!
My sister and I have a story composition of not less than 400 words 1. Write about what happened between my sister and me. My sister and I love each other and miss each other. Write your own feelings.
The story between my sister and me.
Sister 13 years old, grade 6. Although three years older than me, my sister is thin and small, and she is often bullied by me. Of course she is not convinced, so she often fights with me.
One night at dinner, I said my sister was a cockroach. My sister was unhappy and glared at me. When I was eating, I didn't have the strength to fight back, so I kicked my sister from under the table. My sister did not show weakness and kicked me in turn. The two of us are fighting under the table. I didn't expect to accidentally kick my mother. I thought it was my sister, so I kicked her hard. My mother shouted, "What are you doing?" My sister and I will stop at once. I smiled when I watched my sister get angry. Inadvertently, the chair fell down and I sat on a big fart pier. My sister saw it and said that I was extremely sad and deserved it! But I am still laughing, which proves that a man is strong and not afraid of pain.
We do this not only when we eat, but also when we sleep. Before going to bed every day, my sister and I have to read books. That day, we were reading. I took a look, stole a look at my sister, and then said that my sister was a thin girl. My sister didn't like it. She kicked me into bed. If I'm not convinced, you kick me, and I can't kick my sister, and my sister can't kick me, so we will kick the quilt together. We laughed and kicked the quilt away and fell to the ground. At this time, neither of us was angry. After kicking the quilt, we went to bed.
Although my sister and I usually have a lot of fights, we all ended up fighting. She is still my good sister, and I am still her good brother.
Please write a composition on the topic "The story between my sister and me". The model essay is not less than 600 words.
The story between my sister and me.
Sister 13 years old, grade 6. Although she is three years older than me, she is thin and small and often bullied by me. Of course she is not convinced, so she often fights with me.
One night at dinner, I said my sister was a cockroach. My sister was unhappy and glared at me. I was having a meal at that time, and I didn't have the strength to fight back, so I kicked my sister from under the table. My sister showed no weakness and kicked me in turn. Both of us/We both
One of them fought under the table, but I accidentally kicked my mother. I thought it was my sister, so I kicked it hard. My mother shouted, "What are you doing?" My sister and I will stop at once. Watching my sister get angry.
Son, I smiled. I accidentally fell down and sat on a big fart pier. My sister saw it and said that I was extremely sad and deserved it! But I am still laughing, which proves that a man is strong and not afraid of pain.
We do this not only when we eat, but also when we sleep. Before going to bed every day, my sister and I have to read books. That day, we were reading. I watched, secretly glanced at my sister, and then said that my sister was a little thin, but she wasn't.
Glad to. Kick me in bed. If I'm not convinced, you kick me, and I can't kick my sister, and my sister can't kick me, so we will kick the quilt together. We laughed and kicked the quilt away and fell to the ground.
At this time, neither of us was angry. After kicking the quilt, we went to bed.
Although my sister and I usually have a lot of fights, we all ended up fighting. She is still my good sister, and I am still her good brother. There are many stories about my sister and me. If you want to listen, tell them later. I am going to do my homework now. Bye.
The story of my brothers and sisters is 600 words in the third grade composition.
Bonnie is a typical girl in Northeast China. She is outspoken and has no scheming. When I first joined the club, we didn't get along well. She said I was a charming silly elder sister, and I said she was a bully.
Sometimes it's strange to get along with people. People who are obviously not pleasing to the eye, with the passage of time, shortcomings have become advantages. I don't know when we became close sisters. I think she's cool and brave. She says I'm exquisite and tasteful.
The children started to fight dharma, and we were a fixed team. She went to Dharma and I went to the wet nurse, and cooperated tacitly, shuttling between the big and small books. Busy every day.
Suddenly one day, the child didn't know which tendon was wrong. He found a sword star with five sizes and three thicknesses and said to me, "Go for a ride. I don't like playing Buddhism. I want to play sword star." I looked at the sword star she found and took a deep breath. This smell. . . . . At first glance, it looks like a shemale, and then it looks like a demon.
At that time, I once thought that the child's sexual orientation was quite problematic, because she repeated every day that "the men in the game have no good things." As a result, all the gay men who are close to me have become her key targets.
Some children like to befriend you in the next copy, and Bonnie swears all the way: "If you want to chase me, first talk to my mother PK!" " "
Some people who don't know how to live or die really went to Bayrou Square to fight. As a result, the defeated clothes are almost rotten. I have never seen a girl's operation so awesome, so I looked up at Bayrou's sky and told myself that you were destined to be the goods that no one chased.
Story composition of elder sister's distressed younger brother
My younger brother, nicknamed Nannan, is the hero of today's story. His difficulty is not a difficult problem. It's Nan in Conan Li, a famous anime detective. My brother is as smart and handsome as Conan. Those black eyes turn around and look so naughty and clever.
As for me, I am very close to my brother. Never quarreled, we can say that we are close as brothers. I often give some good books and racing cars to my brother, who always loves them fondly and often shows them off in front of others. We are still a pair of "iron buddies" and talk about everything.
Since my brother bought a racing car, he has often assembled and assembled in his spare time to exercise his hands-on ability.
One day, I came to my brother's house to play with him. But I searched the house for a long time, but I didn't even see my brother's shadow. Only when I heard a voice did I find him in the corner of the balcony. It turned out that he was assembling a racing car at this time, but he didn't even know I came in. If you were skipping around at ordinary times, you would have been like a Taoist priest, with no distractions, and the racing parts were scattered all over the floor. My younger brother watched the car with rapt attention, holding a small screwdriver in one hand and a guide wheel in the other. Fingers turn alternately, eyes are bright, eyebrows are twisted together like a thick rope. I think it looks like an auto mechanic is skillfully installing and repairing! My head is sweating all over my face, and I'm too lazy to wipe it, and my fingers hurt. My brother fought for his life this time, and there are many good things to do. Soon a new triangle arrow was born, and my brother's thick eyebrows spread out, his eyes narrowed into a crack, and a smile appeared on his mouth, dragging me to "test drive". My own racing car is just different. No wonder my brother is so happy?
These days, my brother played something new-bicycles. My brother is too young, but it's hard to learn. Not bad! Once, when I was playing downstairs, my brother showed off to me: "Look how powerful I am, and I have reached the level of innocent youth so quickly." Ride with one hand if you can. "I started to goad. My brother was cheated. "I am not afraid of riding. "My brother said that he let go of one hand and waddled away after riding for a few meters. Needless to say, my brother fell on his back soon. I just ran to help him up. The younger brother stood up and said indifferently, "Unexpectedly, I am quite smart. I can learn it as soon as I learn it, and I am worthy of being a disciple of Conan. " "Hey, the cows in the sky are almost blown up by you." "Generally, the third in the world. Hee hee hee hee. . . . . "The naughty boy was exposed again.
Ah, my brother called me again, so see you next time.
During the summer vacation, an interesting 500-word composition happened between my sister and me.
I am very happy because I have a good sister who cares about me. My sister cares more about me than herself, and my sister exchanges love for my respect for her.
One day, my sister and I made an appointment to go to the bookstore to buy our favorite books. I clung to the little money I had worked so hard to save along the way. When I came to the bookstore, a book came to my face, and all kinds of interesting books on the bookcase fascinated me. I look at this, touch that, choose this, and then choose that. There are so many good books. Suddenly, when my eyes lit up, I saw a beautiful "diary of a girl". I looked at the contents, was deeply attracted by the story, and thought: I'll buy this one. I glanced at my sister, who had picked out a book, The Unsolved Mysteries of the World, and went to the cashier to pay. I still take my beloved book to pay the money. After my sister paid the money, it was my turn. I looked at the amount and realized that I had made a fatal mistake. I mistook "2" for "1" At that time, I thought it was fifteen dollars and six cents, and I thought, Ah! I have enough money with me, and there is still some left! However, when the cashier aunt said money, I was shocked. Aunt said, "Twenty-five dollars and six cents." However, I always have 20 yuan money in my pocket. At that moment, I was extremely embarrassed. I can't help it I returned the book and went to find another book, but I kept thinking about that book. My sister who was on the side just now saw everything. My sister takes more money than I do, but her books are also very expensive. She brought just enough money to buy the book. My sister saw that I was depressed, so she returned the book and bought me my favorite book. After my sister bought it, she ran over and said, "Well, I'd rather give it to you." As I spoke, I took out my book. I was so excited that I cried. What a good sister.
On the way home, I thought to myself: My sister is thinking about me. I must buy that book for my sister. After returning home, I studied hard and saved more money. After dozens of days, I have saved more than 30 yuan. Without telling my sister, I secretly went to the bookstore, bought back my sister's favorite books and secretly put them by her bed. The next day, my sister saw the book and was very happy. My sister knew that I bought it and kept saying that she would pay for it. I ran out of the house and said, "Sister, this is for you. You don't have to give me money. " After that, I went out to play with a smile.
That's my sister. You care about me, I respect you, and we are all studying happily and living happily.
Composition with the theme of "My sister and I in the photo"
A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.
My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.
It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.
Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!
I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.
There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.
My sister and I are unforgettable things.
There is a person, she is very small; There is a person who knows a lot of truth; Someone will care about me; Someone will tell me a beautiful fairy tale. She is my sister.
That night, it was a little dark and there were few stars outside the window. I tossed and turned in bed and felt uncomfortable all over. Maybe my cough woke my sleeping sister, "Are you okay?" It's the first time she spoke to me so gently. I nodded in some pain. Then, I heard hurried footsteps and rustling sound. Then I saw my sister holding a glass of water and medicine in her hand and said, "Eat! Maybe it will be better. " When I heard this, I saw another warm current slowly flowing through my heart. I had a beautiful dream that night.
The sunshine is lazily written on the floor of my house. My sister and I get up early, and we sit on the sofa and enjoy the sunshine. I said naughtily to my sister, "Let's sing 1", so we were intoxicated with the joy of singing. Laughter, beautiful songs echoed in the sky, and two smiling faces with childishness flashed in the sun.
There are many stories about her and me, perhaps not as wonderful as Arabian Nights, and not as colorful as Andersen's fairy tales. However, my story with her is unique and the most beautiful. Do you feel it?
Seeking composition is the story of a sister and a brother.
Brother, I can't help being cruel to you.
My brother was the same age as me when he first went to Beijing for college. In the eyes of parents, 17 years old is just a child, moreover, he is still a rural teenager who has never been out of the county and even seen the train. My mother called me and said, "Why don't you come back and pick him up? It's really worrying. What should I do if such a big Beijing gets lost? " I remember the road I have traveled for so many years, and I firmly refuse. I said, "What's there to worry about? A boy can't even walk. What is the use of being admitted to a university? " ! "
My brother is unhappy with my ruthlessness, but his parents are arrogant, so he can only rely on himself. I can imagine all kinds of difficulties for him to get to the city by train from a small county, and then he didn't even know where to buy a ticket at a strange railway station. I just told him lightly that he had a mouth under his nose and hung up the phone. It was the train at 0/2 o'clock in the evening/Kloc-,and my mother drove him to the station five hours in advance for fear that someone would rob him in the dark. He was sitting outside the waiting room of the railway station with this big bag on his back, and the lights were dim. Finally, he couldn't help calling me. I listened to my brother over there almost crying and mentioning several gangsters around me, and asked, "What do the police at the station do?" ! Come and disturb my sleep so late. See you at the station tomorrow. "My brother also yelled at me:" You don't have to pick it up at the station, you don't have to beg! " I said, "well, I happen to have something to do. See you at school." I raised the phone and heard my brother crying in a low voice in the noisy voice over there. I was so distressed that I wanted to kill him, but I remembered that I ran into a wall everywhere a few years ago and couldn't find my way, so I held back and hung up the phone gently.
My brother is a shy boy who is not good at words. He speaks Mandarin so fast that he can tell at a glance that he is a teenager from the countryside. I should also be like I was, I don't know how to use honorifics, and I am annoyed by others when I ask for directions. He was alone on the train, didn't know where the toilet was, and didn't dare to drink water. Another kid who didn't want to spend money, he drove for eight hours to buy two pairs of instant noodles. I don't know how to get off the bus. I was caught in the crowd and couldn't even find the exit. Finally, after coming out, I crowded the bus all the way. I didn't hear the name of the station, took one stop and came back. Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw me smiling at the university gate. Looking at this thin little boy, his lips are chapped, his hair is fluffy, his face is full of sweat, and there is a slight scar on his forehead. I finally put my mind at ease, raised my hand to give him a warm palm and said, "Congratulations, you can finally come to Beijing alone.
When he left, he had only two months' living expenses left. I saw him standing among a large group of well-dressed students, so lonely because of simplicity, how much like when I first arrived at the university, and then I felt inferior because of humility. I smiled and said, "Beijing is cruel and tolerant. As long as you work hard, you can support yourself like a sister. " I know my brother won't understand this sentence very well. He's just sad. Why did he love his sister so much, and after only a few years in Beijing, he became so inhuman? He came to Beijing all the way because he hoped to get material and spiritual support from me as his parents imagined, but he didn't expect to earn his own living expenses.
A month later, my brother called and begged me to find him one. I said, "Do all your classmates have sisters to find?" He is a sensitive boy, so he hung up the phone without saying anything. In an instant, mom's long-distance call came. She was almost angry and said, "You won't even help him find a job if you don't give him money. He is alone in Beijing and so small. Who can you rely on without you? " ! "I don't know how to explain to my mother that she should be able to eat what I have suffered, because we are all children from the countryside. If we don't make our own way, poverty will only put out all hope. There will always be bumps into the wall, but it is precisely because of bumps into the wall that our clumsy shells quickly fall off and grow harder wings.
I finally promised my mother to give my brother some help. But I just wrote a letter telling him all the ways to collect information. These priceless "wealth" accumulated by me in four years finally made my brother find a proofreading job in an advertising company a week later. The work is not easy and there is not much money, but he can always make ends meet. After he got his first salary, I went to live on him. He calculated the money carefully, and the rest was only enough to eat a cheat sheet in the school cafeteria. But I was still very happy and kept praising him. He lowered his head and said nothing. After eating for a long time, he spit out a sentence like a grain of sand: "my classmates pity me, so hard, and support themselves." Everyone else is chatting online, and I have to stay up late reading the manuscript, so even my classmates don't have time to write a letter; So little money, not even a fraction of your salary. " I smiled and said, "Pity is nothing. I have been laughed at. I cried all day in the dormitory because I lost 50 yuan. No one knows this is my monthly meal. And I, with low self-esteem, don't want to borrow anything from others, but I still can't help being hungry. I help people in the school cafeteria, and I have no salary, but I finally have food to eat. In the face of reality, if you don't have the cheek, you don't even have the strength to walk. "
After that, my brother seldom called. I know he is beginning to feel bad about money, and I know he is still angry with me. Because once I called and he wasn't in, I said, "Well, when he comes back, tell him that his sister, who is a teacher at the university, called to say hello." His roommate was surprised and said, "How come he never told us that he has a sister who works in Beijing?" I didn't explain to them. I know he still can't understand my ruthlessness, so he forgot my sister who could have been proud. Just as roommates talk about how generous my parents are, I will keep silent and resent my origins. Mock and satire, self-confidence and pride have to go through, and I am willing to let them pass in front of my brother bit by bit, so that his heart tortured by poverty will become more tenacious.