Tie your shoes with one hand and do not use any tools

According to the characteristics of writing propositions, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my carefully arranged essay on untieable shoelaces, welcome to read and collect.

There will always be a golden one in a golden childhood. Tale. For me, childhood seems to be regarded as the "evergreen tree of life", and the happy and interesting things are the sparkling green leaves.

Occasionally, a gust of autumn wind blows, and a green leaf turns yellow in an instant, drifting down, making me ashamed and regretting it.

It was a Sunday, "Alas, it's so lonely at home!" "My mother heard what I said. Mom said:

Hongzheng, shall we go to grandpa's house? "I was ecstatic, jumping three feet high. We set off in a hurry, and in the crowd, my mother finally bought a ticket, and when I was about to get on the bus, I was surprised:

Mom, why don't you buy a ticket? I asked, puzzled. "Be quiet, let's take a risk today, and when we get out of the car, Mom will buy you ice cream to eat."

How can this work, I'm all the rice. Sitting on my mother's lap, what would others say when they saw it, I was reminded of the scaunting gazes of people and the sharp gaze of the ticket inspector when I sat on my mother's lap. I refused to get into the car for a long time, but "the egg can't touch the stone", my mother pulled hard, I couldn't stand on my heels, so I had to obediently get on the car and lose the sail.

Well, there are so many people today, they will definitely be able to 'escape' the past. Mom muttered quietly. But I thought to myself

Mom! Mom, how can you do this, how do you teach me? "We found a seat, and I reluctantly sat on my mother's lap, my head bowed deeply, like countless worms crawling on my body.

Comrade, please make up a ticket, this kid crossed the red line and sold pure hail. "I can't help but look up, an uncle who is checking the votes is checking the votes over there, and it will be our turn soon. I was in a hurry, and I squatted down and pretended to tie my shoes.

My mother also picked up her luggage and tried her best to block me, and I was really uncomfortable in the "bomb shelter", and I was afraid that the "enemy plane" would fly.

The difficult hour finally passed, the car door opened with a "clang", and I hurried down as if "the sea of fog saw the navigation lights". My mother bought me an ice cream, but it wasn't sweet. We walked towards my grandfather's house, and the "untied shoelaces" were particularly dazzling in the strong sunlight.