[Part 1]: my story is extraordinary
When I was six years old, I saw that my brothers and sisters had the ability to ride two rounds of bicycles. I was very envious, so I made up my mind to learn.
Dad helped me to dismantle four wheels and two wheels, so I could learn.
At first, although my mother was following me, I was still scared and still sweating. My body is tight, but the bicycle is to one side, accidentally, fell a big horse prone. I got up and my leg hurt like a needle. I didn't care. I continued to practice. But the bike just didn't listen to me, either to the left or to the right. I fell a dozen times. However, I didn't lose heart and found the secret: eyes should look forward, body should relax, more nervous, more wrestling. I held the handle tightly, stepped on the pedal with both feet, and pedaled hard. After several meters of cycling, I was very happy, but I fell again. But I immediately got up from the ground. My hand was scratched with blood. I thought to myself: a little hurt is nothing, we must learn. Mother said: 'man, let's go on. 'I got on my bike and slowly pedaled forward. I don't believe I can't learn! I said to my mother: 'Mom, hold on tight. When I'm stable, you can let go. 'then I practiced, and I found that the faster the speed, the more stable. After a while, I wrestled less often. It's getting faster and faster. After nearly a month of practice, I can ride around the whole community.
I learned how to ride a bicycle before I went to primary school. I really want to shout: 'I'm amazing! '
[Part 2]: my story Zheng Yusheng
A pair of smart eyes, a high nose, a small mouth, a short ponytail & hellip; & hellip; guess who she is? Haha, by the way, it's me.
I am a lively and cheerful girl, sociable. I remember once when I was just buying clothes, I saw a little girl. As soon as I saw her, I felt familiar with her, so I went to ask her age and school, and learned that she was my "learning sister". Ha, how about a girl who I never said "one word" and now she has become my friend. I'm sociable, right?
I am also a timid girl. My mother taught me to sleep well, or the big dog will bite you! 'ah, so there are still some indelible shadows in my heart. At the sight of the dog, the goose bumps all over his body stood up and ran as fast as he could. That time I was playing at a friend's house. He had a fluffy and 'cute' puppy. I was playing upstairs, and the puppy and dog followed up, scaring me! 'I ran down, and the dog thought I was playing with it, and I ran down & hellip; & hellip; so I just -- oh, I have no face to say!
I'm still a real 'Little Bookworm'. I have to watch it when I eat, when I drive, before I go to bed, even when I walk on the road. Before going to bed at night, I begged my mother to let me have a look, so she said she didn't care about me, but let me go to bed early. I immediately picked up interesting books and looked at them. After a long time, when I looked up again, it was 11:30! I just close the book slowly, turn off the light and go to sleep.
This is my story! My story Zhong Chenghan
Hello, my name is Zhong Chenghan. Zhong is my surname, my mother's surname is Chen, he 'Cheng'. Han is the Han of Hanlin, which means a learned person.
I am a middle-sized person in my class, with a small mouth and a fan like ears. The most special thing is my head, which is flat at the back, like shaved, so my classmates call me "lentils". I have a pair of black eyebrows, and my ears are very sensitive. I can hear the soft footsteps far away.
I have many hobbies. I usually practice Yongchun boxing, play table tennis, practice calligraphy and learn to cook. Speaking of cooking, I learned how to fry eggs. One day, I learned Yongchun boxing and went home. My mother had something to go out. I turned on the TV and watched it for a short time. I found that my stomach began to "coo" and I wanted to try my craft. I take out the frying pan, turn on the gas stove, start to heat the pan, wait a moment, pour in a little oil, then I knock the eggshell on the edge of the pan, break the eggshell apart, and the egg white and yolk flow into the pan. Playing between fingers, crackling sound sounded, like soldiers fired, some 'oil fighters' also jumped up high. I was scared to run left and right by the 'battlefield'. After a while, the crackle in the battlefield was small, and the oil warrior was gone. I went forward and turned the egg over. In the moment of turning over, I was hit by the oil warrior. I poured the eggs on the plate with pain, doused them with soy sauce and filled them with milk.
I am a cheerful and lively boy, but also a careless person. But I'm very brave and like to deal with people, so I can make friends wherever I go. I dream of being the chef of the Michelin restaurant.
It seems that this article, do you have a little understanding of me?
[Chapter 4]: my story Ma Wenlu
The mirror said: 'the little girl is pretty good. She has a round apple face, long black hair, and a tall man. She pays great attention to appearance. She looks at me from east to west all day. She wipes her mother's cosmetics from east to west. '
The teacher said: 'she is cheerful, warm and generous. If you borrow from her, she will lend you countless%. '
Mother said: 'she is a TV fan. When she finishes her homework, she rushes to the TV like an arrow from the string. She turns on the TV with a flash of thunder. She keeps muttering: "the sky is smart, the earth is smart, and the TV is fast on.". &You can watch TV for a whole day, just like you are enchanted by TV. '
The door said: 'she's a gas king! Once, I was beaten by my mother because I failed in the exam. It was like an enraged lion. She gave me a kick with her & lsquo; Scud & rsquo;, kicked me to the wall, and pushed me back to my original position. I cried out repeatedly because of the pain, & lsquo; my little ancestor, can you be gentle to me in the future! '
The classmate said: 'this guy has a really strange temper. You see, he's angry again, but don't be afraid. After ten seconds, she will make up with you. Do you think she has a strange temper?
Eh? Who is this girl? Yes, this is me - a lovely, smelly and eccentric girl!
[Chapter 5]: my story
I'm not a confident girl. I always feel that I can't surpass others in my study, so I can only stay at the middle level. Of course, I'm not discouraged, but I finish the homework assigned by my teacher very seriously every time.
As the grade increased, I suddenly thought that I should also be positive. Because I believe that where there is a will, there is a way. "So I began to read a lot of extra-curricular books, while reading, I picked up all kinds of information, wrote down all the good words and sentences, and recited them yet & hellip; & hellip; last winter vacation, the teacher said that there was an essay contest of" Chinese dream ". Everyone can take part. At that moment, I bravely raised my hands! --'teacher, I signed up for the competition. "With the help of my parents and teachers, I won the first prize. In fact, all the examples I cited in my composition are from the perspective of newspapers and news. The victory of this accident made me further understand the importance of reading. Because of this award, I also got the chance to speak under the national flag. Let me have more confidence. I secretly said to myself: 'Dai Jiayi, the opportunity belongs to the people with equipment. I must continue to refuel!
Since then, my interest in learning has become more and more strong. I know that learning is to practice more on the basis of understanding and speaking more English, so I began to arrange my time reasonably every day, do a lot of reading and try to keep an open balance.
Now. I'm not the best kid to learn. But I am confident and optimistic, and will make unremitting efforts, in the future, I will certainly have a new look!
[part I]: my story
There is a red 'big smile' hanging in the blue sky. Under the shade of the trees beside the road, there is a girl of 11 or 12 years old with a plait on her head, a bow dotted on it and a schoolbag on her back. She has a pair of bright eyes like autumn water, a small nose, a cherry mouth and rosy cheeks. Although she is not beautiful, she is very lively and cheerful. This girl is the sixth grade student Zhong dingxia. (haha, it's me!)
I'm a famous' aunt 'in my class. Although I'm only 12 years old, I like to' meddle 'like an aunt. In fact, I'm not a meddler. I'm born to fight for others.
Take the last time! The boys in our class are naughty. They always bully us weak girls. One day, when we were studying for ourselves, we suddenly heard a cry. Oh, it was & times; & times; classmate. I hurried to the scene of the incident and asked with concern, are you ok? Who bullied you? Don't be afraid. Where am I, huh? 'I saw & times; & times; students gasping and saying:' yes, it's my & hellip; & hellip; my deskmate, Wuwu & hellip; & hellip;! 'I pointed at the girl's deskmate angrily and said:' you are really a boy. You are not a gentleman! 'I didn't expect this boy to be more aggressive:' who do you think you are, if you want to take care of it, isn't it just a team member? Is it necessary to be so fierce? 'I said sternly:' there are few girls in our class. Can't you let them go? You should understand the truth that good men don't fight with women? 'listen to me, the boy lowered his head. I hurriedly strike while the iron is hot: 'it's fate that makes us classmates, and also fate that makes you two become deskmates. You should cherish it! 'I'll take the boy's hand and the girl's hand.' shake hands and make up! 'they both cried, and I smiled knowingly. The laughter floated out of the window and up into the blue sky & hellip; & hellip;
Of course, my story is not only this one, but the story is endless. If you cherish your friends, you will get something more beautiful and better than the story & hellip; & hellip;
[Part 2]: my story
In my five years' career in primary school, I have experienced many stories, which are deeply impressed on my mind and unforgettable. But there is one thing that I will never forget.
It was one morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual, arrived at the classroom, and began to read early. My stomach suddenly turned over and sent out a fierce 'attack' to me. I covered my stomach with my hands, and the pain kept coming to 'attack' me. It's like thousands of people are cutting my meat. I can't stand the pain. At that time, I really want to roll on the ground!
My stomach keeps venting to me. My deskmate first found out my difference. She asked softly: 'what's the matter with you, sun Ruizhe? Is your stomach uncomfortable? 'I endured the pain and said:' I have a bad stomachache '. 'I'll go to the infirmary with you! 'she said hastily.