My self portrait essay should be written about boys, and it should be a love of labor

I am 11 years old and a fourth-grader in primary school. The eyes are not big, but they are very smart. Under the small nose, there is a small mouth.

I'm a very tidy person. Every morning when I get up, I have to comb my stay in the back of the sea. But those naughty broken hair are always disobedient, so I took out the "secret **" - a glass of water. When the hair touches the water, it obediently clings to the scalp.

My temper isn't very good, though. I was bullied by my classmates at school, sometimes I didn't say anything, sometimes I said a few words to them and then turned away. Some classmates say I'm magnanimous, but I don't think so.

Because I also have a "secret" in this area. Want to know? Let me tell you, it's my toy caterpillar.

If something doesn't go my way, I'll drag it around to vent the grievances in my heart. After a while, my troubles vanished.

I love small animals, and for their sake, I don't play computer games for a year. Whenever someone was selling fluffy chicks and ducklings at the school gate, I couldn't walk, pestering my mother to buy one or two. Once, when my duckling, which I had kept for more than two months, was sent to the countryside, I cried sadly for a while.

I wanted to have a puppy the most, but my mother didn't agree. At my request, my aunt said that as long as I finished in the top five in the final exam, she would buy me a Dutch pig. For this goal, I worked hard to review carefully, and it really paid off, and I got a cute little pig as I wished.

I painted its coat color with a watercolor pen, haha, it turned into a seven-colored pig.

No one is perfect, and no one is perfect. My biggest flaw is losing my life. In a Chinese class, the teacher asked us to paint with leaves.

There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. I forgot what I should have brought and rewound a blank piece of paper. Alas!

I'm going to have to get rid of this shortcoming.

A lot of questions! Walking on the street, I suddenly stopped and looked at this busy city, the lights are bright, the traffic is busy, people come and go, and the shuttle is endless. Suddenly, there was a hint of understanding.

Does the hustle and bustle of the city also bring trouble to the city? Perhaps! But what do you get in exchange for such troubles?

yes, in exchange for a lot. From a self-portrait essay on me to write about boys and love to work.

My name is so-and-so and I'm x years old. On my round head, I had jet-black hair, white and round, and a pair of beautiful big eyes on my face. My nose is high and straight, my mouth is small and cute, and my teeth are a little crooked, but they are also very cute.

I have many small moles on my face, one of which grows at the bottom of my chin. Once, I went to my grandmother's house with my parents, and there was a profile picture of *** on the door of my grandmother's house, I looked at ***, and then looked at myself, and said, "The mole on my chin looks like the mole on ***!"

Mom and Dad laughed. My mom said I was skinny, but I didn't think so. Because my child, who weighs 25 kilograms and is a meter tall, can hold a bucket of oil and a pumpkin at the same time.

For children, the Sutra is very good. I like to wear gray clothes and read extracurricular books. Do you like me?