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Clever me. In life, I have overcome difficulties and solved problems with my wisdom, and fellow relatives have praised me for my cleverness!

On a cool evening, my younger brother, who loves to draw, was painting, painting a gouache painting of "A Corner of the House".

The younger brother had worked so hard to finish the painting, and the whole family went to bed, so the younger brother pressed the undried gouache painting on the table with a paintbrush and went to sleep.

Not long after the lights were turned off, suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the window, and a "pop" sound came from the hall, and the younger brother immediately turned on the lights and walked to the hall. Suddenly, my brother started crying, and I felt inexplicable, so I got up and understood. When I saw that the blank space of the painting in my brother's hand happened to be stained by the falling brush, I thought to myself:

Let's redraw one. So he said to his brother, "Brother, you can draw a new one."

The younger brother said sadly, "It's too late, I will hand it over to the teacher tomorrow morning." Seeing my brother crying so sadly, I looked at the picture carefully.

My eyes flickered and I thought: why not draw a pug in the dirty area? Maybe it will work even better!

It also adds some vitality to the painting. I said to my brother, "Brother, I have a way, don't cry yet."

My mother hurriedly said, "Don't sell it, talk quickly" My brother immediately stopped crying, and I confidently said to him, "You can draw a pug taking a nap in the dirty area."

Then I also expressed my thoughts, and said, "This can not only cover up the dirty area, but also add vitality to the picture." The younger brother listened and said excitedly

Thank you, sister! I humbly said, "No thanks, as long as you don't bully me in the future."

The younger brother nodded happily, and the mother complimented, "You are so smart!" ”

A few days later, my brother told us, "My painting 'A Corner of the Family' won first place!" It's a lot of dirt for my sister's help. "We were all very happy to hear it.

Through this incident, I learned a truth: if you accidentally make a mess of things in the New Year, as long as you are willing to use your brains to find a way, there is still a possibility of remedy! Hope.

My dream is to be a writer.

Everyone has their own colorful ideals: teachers, policemen, doctors, scientists, etc., and my dream is to be a writer.

When I was a child, I didn't know anything about writing, but my mother patiently told me what writing was, how to write, how to start and end, ......

Gradually, I fell in love with writing.

Now, I'm in the fourth grade, and as soon as I finish my homework, I pick up a book and silently enter the dreamy and mysterious world. For me, the square text has become a source of growth for me, and the charm of words is irresistible to me.

I was immersed in the wonderful world created by the book for a long time, and I read it for hours. After that, I would sit down and write down everything I felt in a notebook. Then when I write again, a lot of things naturally come to my head, and I quickly write a wonderful article.

As I continued to practice day by day, I continued to participate in online essay competitions, and finally won many awards. This gave me a lot of encouragement and motivation, and I love writing even more.

Of course, writers don't just talk about it. It is necessary to write more, practice more, and create more, so that the level of writing will continue to improve. In a few years, maybe you'll see my name in the world's hottest book! By that time I had become a famous writer!

I believe that as long as we are willing to work hard and pay for our ideals, we will be able to achieve our ideals!

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My home. I love my home, a happy and warm home. This home is made up of hardworking moms. Hard dad. Naughty me composition.

Dad went out early every day and came back late at night. After a long time, I noticed that my father had a few more wrinkles on his forehead and a few gray hairs in his hair.

What about Mom? Mom also works as hard as Dad. My mother is sincere and amiable, and she is a typical good wife and mother.

My mother worked tirelessly every day to tidy up the house, so that everyone in the family could live a comfortable life, but she never heard her say that she was bitter or tired. My mother also always taught me to study hard. Although my mother encouraged me to work hard, she never used severe punishment to force us to study.

In addition to taking care of our daily life and guiding us to read, my mother also cares about our health, and I often think that my mother is very great.

What about me? I am in the fifth grade. As soon as I got home, after I finished my homework, I would take the initiative to help my mother do some housework within my ability, and I was my mother's little assistant.

There is also a reason to say that my home is warm: I remember one time, I had a high fever in the middle of the night, and my parents were frightened and rushed me to the hospital. Mom kept asking the doctor if I was seriously ill. After the doctor's diagnosis, he said that the problem was not big, and it would be good to take some medicine, and the nervous heart of my parents could be put down.

Having a warm home means having a caring, a love, and the greatest hope. I love my home!