Sister, you are not ordinary, essay, 5000 words

When it comes to my neighbor Zheng Tangqi, everyone can't help but give a thumbs up. Why is that? Because he loves to read, and the content of the book is also very extensive, giving us peers the feeling that he is really "knowledgeable", so everyone calls him "Little Doctor".

Zheng Tangqi is a little "handsome pot" of the same age as me, don't look at his favorite love to nest in the room to read, in fact, his personality is outgoing, and his black hair is a naturally formed "** head", which is very cool. He is best known for his love of reading, and to what extent, let me tell you about it.

During the summer vacation of the second grade, my mother asked me and Zheng Tangqi to go to Xinhua Bookstore to read, and she and Zheng Tangqi's mother went out to run errands. When we arrived at Xinhua Bookstore, Zheng Tangqi burrowed into the sea of books like a loach, carefully looking at the books on the shelves in rows, and swiping his fingers over the books one by one. When he looked up at the books on the upper shelf, he found Verne's "The Mysterious Island", and couldn't help but cry out excitedly, but the book was a little higher, and he couldn't wait to rush outside to find the staff, ask the staff to help take the book down, and then lean on the bookshelf to read it with relish.

I also looked for some books I liked next to it. Time passed minute by minute, I quickly flipped through the books in my hand, several books were "read" by me, and the children reading around me changed one after another, and he was still reading "The Mysterious Island" motionlessly. I patted him on the back and said

Big brother, is it time for us to retreat? He didn't seem to hear, so I continued to pat hard, "Hey, are you tired?" Do you want to go? , He shook his head and said, "Let's wait a while, anyway, it's not in a hurry, it's early!" I waited helplessly, my mind running out of reading, and my stomach growled.

He and I stared at each other, and he said blankly, "Why is it 2 o'clock so soon, I don't feel hungry!" "It's laughable.

How about it, my friend Zheng Tangqi is a person who loves to read, right? I really want to learn from him.

Forehead... What kind of essay topic is this!!

Key words: Sister 500 words in the first year of junior high school.

Word Count: 500 words essay.

Essay**: This essay is a 500-word essay on the first year of junior high school, titled: "My sister is amazing", and everyone is welcome to contribute. I spent the summer with my sister at my grandmother's house.

My sister is smart, clever and generous, and is my pistachio. She is two years younger than me, she is in the third grade, and she usually has excellent grades, she wants to learn what He Li is, and she can't learn it without a vertical voice. In order to make our summer vacation meaningful, my uncle bought us a bicycle and let us learn to ride a bicycle together.

It seems like a simple bicycle, but learning to ride it is a lot of learning!

Naturally, my grandmother became our tutor. It was time to practice again, and my grandmother called us to learn how to ride a bike. My sister didn't say a word, put down what she was doing, and immediately ran to the bicycle, rushed to sit on the bicycle, and shouted:

I'll come first, I'll come first. My sister scrambled as if someone was grabbing her. She sat on the seat of her bicycle with her feet on it and her hands in her hands.

Once, twice, three times......How seriously my sister practiced. She accidentally fell, but she patted the dust on her body and still stood up firmly, looking unconcerned. She practiced n times, and she was so tired that she was out of breath.

But she still practiced, trying it herself for a while, and letting her grandmother teach her to ride a bicycle for a while. She seemed to be glued to it, and she refused to come down. She also took advantage of her grandmother's cooking time to secretly practice for a while.

I, on the other hand, was clumsy and unbalanced, and after a few rides, I lost interest in it. In a week's time, we will be witnessing the results of our learning. My sister rides a bicycle alone on the path, how flexible and handy, like a butterfly fluttering nimbly.

And I had to make it through with the help of my grandmother. Alas......This is the consequence of cutting corners. My sister is amazing, and her actions confirm the old saying, "One percent wisdom and ninety-nine percent perspiration equals excellent grades."

She did it with her hard work and actions.