Essay on an interesting incident that happened at home. Urgent!!! 20

After dinner on Saturday, we sat on the couch as a family, what should we do? By the way, let's play a game. So, I proposed to hold a "joy, sorrow, and sorrow" family exhibition competition.

My dad and I played the game, and my mom was the referee. Mom and Dad were very interested in my proposal. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the house came alive.

The race is on. I pushed my dad forward and said, "Daddy comes first."

Dad pretended to clear his throat and get ready, only to hear Mom say, "Hello." "Oh, I won the lottery! Dad jumped up and shouted.

Anger. Mom said. "I spent more than 10 yuan today, and I actually bought a pack of fake cigarettes, I am so angry, I want to go to them to settle accounts!

Yes, let them pay! Mom said, "What about 'Le'? Dad's reaction was so fast, and he wiped his face "haha" and was happy again:

I'll rest tomorrow and sleep again! "Mourn. "The story told by this ** is so sad.

It was my turn to perform, and I shouted "I'm finally a member of the brigade" in the order of the four words "joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness!" After a while, it turned into "angry" again, "It's so annoying, he broke my new fountain pen." After speaking, there was a "mourning", "Alas, this time I only scored 80 points in mathematics."

All of a sudden, I became "Le" again, "Oh, my composition is published!" ”

At the end of the game, my mother said to us, "You all performed well, Dad scored 90 points." "I stared anxiously at my mom to know my score.

Mom looked at me and understood what was going on in my mind. Said deliberately; "You......Very good performance, 100 points. I cheered with joy ......

A game ended with laughter. This game made me feel the warmth and joy of home.

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Last summer's evening, it was very hot. My dad and cousin and I chilled out on the balcony. Mom took out a large, round watermelon from the room.

When my cousin saw this, he shouted happily, "Eat the watermelon!" Eat watermelon!

Dad took the big watermelon from Mom's hand and said, "Before eating the watermelon, you two little ghosts must go through my test, I will give you a question, and you can eat it only if you answer it correctly."

Otherwise this big watermelon will be mine! "Ah, you have to answer questions when you eat watermelon! My cousin and I said the same thing, but then I thought:

Try your luck, you can't let your dad eat it anyway, I agreed, and so did my cousin. "Okay, let's start answering the question, the prize is to eat one more big watermelon than us, the question is: here is a knife, a big watermelon, please have five minutes to come up with four cuts, a total of nine pieces.

Dad said mysteriously, "Otherwise, hehe, this watermelon is mine alone." "You know the answer, I guess it's God! The cousin said angrily, and the father shook his head with a smile, "No!

That's the mouth! I said, and my cousin came to support me, saying, "That's right, it's the mouth!" Dad shook his head again. I entered into contemplation: cut a "king" word, a watermelon is only cut into 6 pieces, no, cut a "feng" word, it's not right, you can only cut a watermelon into 8 pieces, and there is one piece missing:

I thought about it for a long time, and suddenly the word "well" came to mind. I compared my hand to a knife and gestured on a large watermelon: two knives horizontally and two knives vertically, exactly nine pieces, no more, no less, so I happily shouted, "It's a well, it's a well!" , Dad pretended to cry, "I can't eat watermelon!" ”。I cut a "well" and everyone had two pieces of watermelon.

I had three pieces because I guessed right) This night, I laughed sweeter than I ate watermelon!

Catching Sparrows Today, my mother and I went downstairs for a walk after dinner, and when we were about to go home, I suddenly saw a little sparrow parked on a bicycle. I don't think I can catch it, but my mom once said I'd give it a try. So, I tiptoed towards the little sparrow.

The little sparrow was about to fly up to a dragon's head, but it couldn't climb up, so I thought it was a good time to catch it, so I stretched out a hand and pounced! Fluttering into the air, it flew to another dragon's head.

I don't think I can catch such a clever sparrow. The mother said, "The little sparrow has just been born and has only learned to fly, so I think I should be able to catch it."

So, the mother ran to the little sparrow. I saw her hand quickly stretch out, but the little sparrow still escaped. My mother was not discouraged, she still went to catch it, and at this time I also cheered up and followed my mother.

The mother saw the little sparrow fly for a while, and when it fell, she said excitedly, "Now it can't fly, let's hurry up and catch it!" I hurriedly pounced, and my mother pounced, saying that it was too late, that it was too fast, and my mother grabbed its leg with agility.

But the little sparrow screamed in terror and pecked at its mother's hand desperately. At first, it flew out desperately, but it couldn't, and then it shrank into its mother's hand. When I saw its anxious appearance, I couldn't help but laugh, and I was so happy that I was about to **.

I finally have a little sparrow. I'm going to be his mother, make a nest for him, buy bread crumbs for him, ...... for him

An interesting thing, an interesting thing.

In everyone's life, there will be many "stories", happy, sad, angry ......A "story" from my childhood, I still find it interesting when I think about it.

I remember when I was five years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle (four-wheeled bicycle), and in order to show off to my friends, I often rode it to "swagger through the city" in the community. On this day, it was a crisp day, and I really wanted to ride a bike. So, I took it out and called my father, mother, and grandmother to show them my "real skills".

Because my grandmother felt very sorry for me and wanted me to ride slower, she smiled and made a little joke with me, "Be careful on the road, don't ride too fast, it hurts, we are not responsible!" ”

After listening to this, I took my grandmother's words to heart. After saying goodbye to Dad, Mom and Grandma, I rode to the little garden. The faster I rode, like a happy bird. As I rode it, I thought to myself: Look, how fast and good this girl rides, she will soon break the world record.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, and just when I was proud, my car was knocked by a small pebble on the road, and began to stagger...... and danced "disco".I looked sadly at the bleeding wound, and I really wanted to rush home and ask my grandmother to help me bandage it, but when I thought that my grandmother had said that it hurt from falling, they were not responsible, so I could only dispel this idea. Dejectedly, I grabbed a napkin from my pocket, wiped the blood from the wound, and then pushed my bicycle and limped home like a defeated rooster.

When I got home, my family saw the injury on my leg and anxiously asked me what was wrong. I told them everything. Grandma smiled and tapped my head:

What a little fool! I'm just kidding you, why are you still serious! Let's go, I'll help you bandage.

After that, he took me to the small room to bandage the wound.

You can use your imagination.