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My brother. Don't look at my brother who is six years old, chubby, with a pointed nose, and looks full of energy. Anything, anything, is not a joke. Habit, make up poems.

On Thursday evening, after eating, I went into the house and started my homework, and my younger brother's naughty ghost quietly ran to my side, staring intently at my stationery box. When I saw it, I hurriedly said, "Brother!

Give me a pen, I want to write. I said, "Write something?"

While playing. I write about the gods, take my will, and rob them.

I made a mistake in the question, I want to find a pencil case, but I found that I saw the pencil, I put it just now, and now it is empty, the pencil case!

I want to be sure that the naughty brother took it away, and I walked to the side, already with my eraser, sharpening the rod with a blade like a stick thing.

I really want to make a hard move. I glared and prepared to teach a lesson, but threw myself into my mother's arms. Evil first sues:

Mom, my brother beat me. Look at the spirit, the sharp nose is cocked. I think:

If you want your mother to protect me, I'll beat me up. I thought: Naughty brother again!

I thought about it.

I was waiting for sleep, and my brother ran to my room and said, "My mother is protecting me, and the conspiracy is successful." I said, "Brother, I'll fight, my brother." I said, "I'm going to do it." I was wrong, I was too real!

On Friday, when I left home and saw my grandmother's house, I happily said, "Grandma, is it empty?" But the younger brother said: Would you like to grandma my family? Grandma brought me sweet pears.

I glared angrily and said, "I know how to eat."

Mom Pear Wash, I; I eat pears,; My younger brother picked pears for me, insect pears for my grandmother, and pears for my parents. The rest of each bite means that there is all left. I said angrily: Kong Rong can make pears at the age of four, and he is already six years old, what about Laipi?

Grandma protected and said: Fourth brother Kong Rong, it's obvious! Grandma said, I'll let you.

Today, my mother specially asked me to buy a fountain pen, my brother had to ask for it, I didn't write, I said I would give, but my brother cried, grandma heard the kitchen running, her hands were wet, and she said: Don't cry, grandma will buy a new one, and you want to break the pen!

Non-compiling poems, this compilation: Spring sleep awakening, mosquito bites everywhere, fighting dichlorvos, and less death. Interesting, right?

My younger brother, though naughty and not smart, is well liked by the family.

I stared blankly at the sky, and I couldn't help but think of something that came to my mind, when I suddenly heard the sound ......of the waves rolling and rushing, from far to near, from far to nearThat was the first time I went to the beach to play Lu Ling's game. On a hot summer vacation, our family went to the beach to play. When we came to the beach, the sea breeze blew in our faces, and the heat on our bodies disappeared without a trace.

My brother and I immediately changed our clothes and jumped into the water to swim, and I looked up at the blue sky, deeply intoxicated. I felt as if I was flying in an endless sky, passing through layers of white clouds, accompanied by birds, crossing mountains, crossing small rivers, as if the gods were visiting in this beautiful scenery, which was very beautiful. Suddenly, I was woken up by my brother, and by the time I came to my senses, I had unconsciously floated to the shore.

My brother said to me, "Let's play a game and see who picks the most shells, and the ones that are of strange shapes." I said yes without hesitation.

At the start of the race, we scrambled to jump into the water and pick up the shells. My palms are big, and I picked up a few small shells in one hand. After a few minutes, I had already picked up a large bag of shells, and I looked at my brother, and saw that he was still picking left and right, and there was less than a bag, and my heart secretly rejoiced, this time I had won.

After half an hour, we all walked up to the shore with a large bag of shells and counted our shells. As a result, I had one more than my brother, and I said proudly and contemptuously: "This time I won, you want to win me, next time, but next time I will win yours too."

The younger brother said calmly, "That's wrong. He took out an extraordinarily delicate shell from his pocket, touched his head, and said with a smile

I'm sorry, I saw this just now that it was so delicate, so I put it in my pocket. Now we have as many shells, but this one of mine is much more delicate than yours, and this time I won! "I'm a little disappointed.

My brother seemed to see my thoughts, and said to me, "Don't be discouraged, next time you may win back against me?" But I'm not going to give up.

I plucked up my confidence and said confidently, "I'll definitely win you next time." After that, we had fun and went to ......Night began to fall and we reluctantly left the beach.

In this activity, I not only admired the beauty on the beach, but also understood a truth: that is, don't be too proud, arrogant, because there are more people who are smarter than themselves, so I should be humble, after this incident, I still remember it vividly, I will never forget.

You start by identifying what you like, and then you say why you like it, and if you have an example, you can give an example.

You start by figuring out what you love, and then you think about why you love it, what you love about it, and so on.

The content of the supplementary question can be a book, a person, an animal, a natural scene, etc., as long as it is what you like. When writing, explaining why you like it through concrete facts is the key to getting a high score for this article. When writing about people, you must write about the character traits of the characters

<> begging, name: I like the season.

I liked my elementary school Chinese teacher very much, I liked her laughter, I liked her words, and I liked her comments on my essays even more, so I can say that I was fascinated by writing from that time, my Chinese teacher is 23 years old, and she is very beautiful. I usually like to call her sister, and she readily accepts it.

I danced and drew in elementary school. accordion, but none have a long-term interest. I couldn't stand the dancing postures, the drawing lines, the boring score of the accordion, I always felt that they framed me and made me unable to move, they were not only boring but boring.

I like to write socks and dance with Chinese characters. The punctuation lines, the rhetorical scores, I prefer to sit quietly in my room and write, looking at the blue sky, looking at the autumn day, and writing with my pen enriches all my extracurricular life.

Every time I write a good article, I like to share it with my primary school Chinese teacher, she is also very patient to appreciate and give me comments, I like the teacher's sincere comments, sincere guidance to my articles, so I continue to use my spare time to write essays and diaries.

The teacher told me that life is gorgeous, nature is colorful, and she also told me that anything can be seen and smelled. Listening, touching, and other all-round feelings, she told me that as long as you pay attention, you can see even the smallest things, she told me ......

It was because of her that I fell in love with writing.

After graduating from elementary school, I sorted out all the articles in elementary school, carefully bound them up, and gave them all to her. A collection of poems was given to her. I remember that the longest article I ever wrote was a mythological story, and at that time, I wrote a story of more than 10,000 words in more than two months, and the book was called My Aboriginal Life.

It's a bit like Robinson Crusoe is about the magical story of me being caught up in a summer camp for bragging and being blown down to an indigenous island by the wind because of many incredible things. She has been giving me support and encouragement since she found out, so that I can continue this article.

Because of this, I have been more confident in writing since then. Maybe that's what I love to write! That's why I'm even more fascinated by writing!

Likes will also be a habit, and I like them a lot. Of course, men always like to be ambiguous, and they feel that they are special in literature and art, but they are actually a bit scum. Men focus on feelings, women focus on feelings. The feeling will slowly fade over time, but the feelings will slowly precipitate over time.

Men generally don't refuse this situation, so stay away from him.

I love Four Seasons Begonias.

Tung Lok Middle School Pang Aiwei.

There are a lot of flowers on my balcony, but my favorite is the pot of begonias with lush foliage and charming flowers.

The Four Seasons Begonia always stands in a pot with its green leaves, like a little girl. Its leaves are ovate, with tiny serrations around the leaves, a notch at the top, and a layer of fine hairs on the back. Under the leaves, the roots are thin, long, translucent stems, which are segmented one by one, and the stems are dark red and green, and there are white hairs on them.

One day, I went to look at them and noticed that small white buds had grown between their delicate branches and leaves. A few days later, when I went back to look at it, I saw that the little bud had already bloomed, and three or four more light pink buds had been added. The small flowers consist of four petals facing each other, with a cluster of golden stamens growing in the middle of the petals.

From a distance, the small flowers are like small butterflies dancing.

Begonias not only have beautiful flowers, but also have a very strong vitality. Once, a strong wind blew one of its branches off. I felt very upset, but when I was about to throw the broken branch in the garbage, my mother stopped me and said, "

Don't throw it away, you soak this broken branch in water, and it will grow roots in a few days! I was skeptical, and out of curiosity I soaked the broken branch in the water. After a few days, the broken branch really grew thin roots, and I was so overjoyed that I quickly found a large pot and planted it in it.

In this way, I have added another pot of begonias to my family.

I love Four Seasons Begonias. Love its beautiful flowers, but also love its tenacious vitality.