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Fly a kite with your sister.

On Sunday, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house.

Play. When I got to my grandmother's house, I went upstairs to find my sister. When I found it, I said to my sister, "Sister, I'm going to fly a kite with you today, okay?" "Alright, let's go fly a kite in the open space outside! ”

With that, my sister took me downstairs to get the kite. We grabbed our kites and walked out the door to the clearing. Then we caught the line with the kite.

My sister was holding a kite and told me to take the string. Then, Sister Whisper said, "Sister, run forward!"

I listened to my sister and started running. At this time, my sister also sent the kite in her hand to it. The kite soon flew into the sky.

I put the line as I ran.

I ran to the other end of the clearing before stopping. At this moment, I looked up and saw that the kite had been released into the air. Later, I don't know if it was because the wind was weak or for some reason, the kite actually landed. I hurriedly retracted the string, and my sister ran over to pick up the kite.

Later, my sister said, "The two of them will be replaced." I said

Good. "I sent the kite upward, and my sister ran with the string. Soon my sister also flew the kite into the sky.

She put it higher than I did. We stayed until three o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, my sister and I both had sweat oozing from our heads.

My sister and I wiped our sweat and continued to fly kites. It was only when we were sentenced to eat that we stopped flying kites.

I think I had a really good time today. I think next time, I will take the kite I made to my grandmother's house to play with my sister.

Me and my mom.

The term "Mom" is beauty.

The first name a person learns. In everyone's early childhood, our mother's snuggling was our guide. In our lives, there will always be unpleasant times with our mothers.

Such as disagreeing opinions, watching TV, making mistakes, etc. However, these are just some small episodes that enhance the relationship between mother and child. All in all, nothing can ruin a good son's affection for their good mother.

It was getting dark, and I walked slowly home. Suddenly I looked up and saw a plane, and at this moment, a memory suddenly flashed through my mind, and that was the event that has never been erased from my record history. I call it "regret".

Sick of it! Sick of it! You're back with a difference!

I was childish with my mom. Mom didn't say anything this time, and silently took the duffel bag and walked out of the house. The door slammed shut.

However, my anger has not subsided. I sat in my chair angrily, thinking about how not to see my mother. At the time, I didn't seem to notice that my actions would be condemned by Ren Dewei, who had always cared about my mother.

After a while, I had some regrets, and I felt that I had been a little too much for my mother at that time, in case, my mother was angry and didn't want me, in case, she was gone forever, in case she ......I couldn't think about it. I found out what it means to be "too late".It's useless to write another 10,000 reviews now.

Because the object has been lost. I wanted to make it better before my mom left, but I really wanted to give myself two punches! If there is really a "regret medicine" to buy in the world, I will definitely buy it, no matter how expensive, as long as I can save this feeling.

Finally, I waited for the day when my mother came back. My father and I arrived at the airport early. I fidgeted and walked around in front of the kiosk at the airport.

I tried to forget about it and be happy. But I don't want to relax my face. "Zhenzhen (mother's name)!

Dad screamed, my heart was shocked, the runway connected to the living room, and I saw that it was really Mom. "I'm back. Mom said to me and Dad without complaint.

I ......I ......I said with a stumbling voice. "Don't think about it, I'm back, be happy! "Yes!

The family walked out of the airport together and disappeared into the crowd.

I finally found the old mother-son relationship, and I felt very warm.

Me and Shushu, what a simple and ordinary eye! However, it holds a very high place in my heart. In the long river of my memory, there are always "stories of books" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books, and whenever I pick up a book wrapped in a book jacket, I can't help but think of the past ......

Books, how important they are to me!If I were to think that life was number one, then books would be second only to life one. I used to cry and feel sad for books, and that may be my attachment to books.

Whenever I look at a book that I "retire", I feel so sad that it is like digging half of my flesh out. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase, and I couldn't bear to dig out my own flesh

Not only that, but I also "sold my life" for the bookIt's hard to believe, but it's definitely not a lie, it's a heartfelt truth. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my brother studied a book for me, and I liked it very much.

But since I wasn't knowledgeable enough, it seemed like a lot of work – I had to look up the dictionary. One day, I sat on the shore of a very shallow pool, the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of appreciating it, I still held the book in my hands and looked at it, but when I looked up the dictionary, the cherished book "sneaked away" and fell into the pool with a "pop" when I was not aware of it. In an instant, I was like a soulless animal, and I plunged my head into the pool, trying to rescue the textbook that had fallen into the water, and the book was touched, but that regrettable thing happened again, I was swimming unfairly!

I wasn't tall enough to touch the ground. I struggled in the pool with my book in my arms. Maybe it's providence, the eldest brother appeared at this moment, and I was saved.

However, when he returned home, he was beaten and scolded. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sorrow, but it was not because of the beating, but because of the misfortune of the book. The books were soaked, and when I opened the books, I saw a cloudy ......I cried again.

You may make fun of my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, then I'm afraid you can't help it.

Books, my lifelong dream is to have books all over the world. I even dreamed about it, but maybe it's an unattainable wish. However, I do not despair, because, in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is the book that cultivates my sentiments and accompanies me to grow up and live, so I am extremely grateful.

This essay should be written in a contrasting way, writing about the differences in the personalities of the two, and it is best to praise him! Write it yourself! At the beginning, I can say that I and I are classmates, and we go to school together, go home, and review our homework every day. It has become an inseparable good friend .........