Write a 700 word essay on people, the topic is self proposed, and there must be a detailed descripti

I'll pass you one to the computer later.

I'm going to write this myself, and I usually pay attention to it. There is no trick to the role, as long as you usually pay attention to details and read more books and write more.

Father Father is an esoteric poem.

My cousin.

I have an innocent, lovely, intelligent and lively cousin who has a pair of big watery eyes, and when he thinks about problems, his dark eyes turn in his sockets. When my cousin laughs, he can show a pair of white and neat teeth, which is very interesting. I like him very much.

My cousin lives at my grandmother's house. Once, he told his grandmother that he liked Little Flower Kitten. Grandma loved her cousin and listened to him for everything.

So he told me to take a good look at my cousin and go to the street to buy a little flower cat by myself. Grandma bought back a lively and beautiful little flower cat. The cousin jumped up happily when he saw the lively and cute little flower cat, so he hurriedly ran to his grandmother's side, played with the cute little flower cat, stroked it gently, and sang a beautiful little flower cat song in his mouth.

At this time, the little flower cat scratched her cousin's pants with her paws.

In reality, everyone has troubles, and this is true.

At school, I was happy like a little angel, but sometimes I cried because of a classmate.

At home, my stern mother nagged in my ear all day long, either telling me to do this set of papers or telling me to do that exercise.

As time passed, he went from a first-grade elementary school student to a sixth-grade student. Those troubles came to me one after another, as if they had made an appointment.

Fang Fang! Why didn't you do your homework? "Mom stood in front of me and screamed.

Fang Fang, did you hear that! Mom raised her voice again. I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, slanted my eyes at the wall clock, and said with a hippie smile

It's half past nine now, it's time to go to bed, and I'll make up for it tomorrow. Mom's lips twitched slightly, and a few words popped out: "I don't care, you have to make up for it tonight, and add another one."

As I listened to this heavy additional homework, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue. I had no choice but to take out the pen and do it.

I looked at the group photo in front of my desk, remembered the happy time with my friends, and smiled bitterly: "'Little Angel' is not happy today!" "I used to be a happy bird, but now I am like a pigeon in a cage, and I hope that one day I can break out of the "cage" and fly freely in the blue sky.

Reality is the original intention of dreams.

I'm not your brother or your sister, but I advise you to write your own speeches and support yourself.