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The little talent around me

She is medium-sized, with a melon shaped face, a pair of big eyes, bright eyes, long eyelashes slightly tilted, beautiful black hair, and a ponytail. She looks very nice when she walks. She likes to wear a pink coat, a short skirt and a pair of short boots to dress up like a little princess. No matter who mentions her, she will be full of praise. If you want to say that she has great skills, you have to start with her calligraphy.

Once, the homework assigned by the teacher was to write a calligraphy exercise book, one for each. The next day, a beautiful writing brush word 'Fei' came to Mr. Li's office, and the teachers were full of praise. The teacher showed her works to the students one by one. Everyone gathered there and slowly realized her calligraphy works, which brought us a new feeling. The teacher praised her as the reincarnation of Wang Xizhi, and the students all thumbed up and looked at her with admiration.

She not only writes well, but also has a high level of painting. One day, the teacher asked her to draw the 12 Chinese zodiac animals. She had already put the cartoon slides of the 12 Chinese zodiac animals on the blackboard. Most of the class were copying them, but Wang Chengyi didn't see them. They were active monkeys, galloping horses, naughty dogs and hard-working cattle; With the help of her classmates, she drew a vivid picture of all kinds of animals! It's a very beautiful work of art. 'said the art teacher.

Speaking of which, you must have guessed. Yes, she is the monitor of our class, and also the little capable person of our class -- Wang Chengyi.

Five, the little capable person around me has 400 words, a pair of thick and black long braids, a pair of Black Pearl like eyes, and a red face. This is my little capable friend, Hao Ting, the study committee member of our class.

Once, when the teacher explained the main points of this exercise, she was immersed in writing quickly. I crept up behind her without her noticing! I gently bent down to have a look, and then found that, when she wrote her composition, her literary thinking was like a spring, and she had a clear mind, which made me marvel!

After a while, it seemed that I had disturbed her. As soon as she looked up and saw that I was standing behind her, she said to me: 'is there any confusion? 'I said with a smile:' nothing, just look at how to write the composition. 'I said it, but I thought in my heart: I am worthy of being a writer of the future. I have such literary talent when I ask.

I remember another time when I finished writing an exercise and asked her to help me revise it. She took my exercise book, not at a glance, but one by one to help me deliberate. After a while, many beautiful words and sentences were added to my writing, which shows how many books she usually reads, and the accumulated good words and sentences are numerous. At this time, I quickly took out a manuscript from my schoolbag and recorded these words and sentences. Today's accumulation may be the information in the future. I will record them, and next time they may flash in my composition.

It was Hao Ting who put me on the road of writing and made me fall in love with writing. When I grow up, I must write an article on this page by "read. 4" HW.com.cn ”I'd like to thank the little writer around me when I was in primary school for her patient guidance and sincere help. Now I love writing, which is inseparable from Hao Ting's guidance!

Yu Xiao is a little book fan in our class. I have 350 words to say about Yu Xiao in class 6, class 4, Jiuhua primary school, Rugao City, Nantong City, Jiangsu Province. Her thick eyebrows are shaped like hills. Because she has been reading for a long time, she has a pair of dark blue myopia glasses on her small nose. From time to time, the corners of the mouth show a quiet smile.

Because of her obsession with reading, she made a lot of jokes!

Once, her mother went to the market to buy vegetables and asked her to wait at home. She picked up the book and read it again. "Goo Goo" her stomach started to cry. She put up with it and went on reading. But her stomach couldn't stand it, and she began to coo again. There's no choice but to go to the kitchen to get food. But she couldn't put down her books, so she went to the kitchen to get food while reading. She went to the kitchen to get a bun and read the book with relish. But she didn't find ants crawling on the bun. After a while, my mother came back and saw that she was eating a bun with ants crawling, so she said: 'little fan, there are ants on the bun you are eating. 'at this time, Yu Xiao came back to herself and laughed sheepishly.

Another time, her mother asked her to look at the milk in the pot. She came to the kitchen with a book in her hand and focused on the book, completely forgetting the milk in the pot. After a while, the milk overflowed. She turned off the gas at once. Clean up the spilled milk.

She likes reading and writing. Once, the school held a composition contest, because she read a lot of books, not long ago, she wrote a well-organized, well worded composition. Won the first prize for our class.

Yu Xiao, a little fan of our class! The little capable person beside me

His skin is white, tall and thin, and there are a pair of small eyes on his sharp face. His eyes often reveal the light that he wants to find out anything new. He is Xiang Hongji, a little intellectual in our class. His knowledge is very rich, which can be said to be 'astronomy in the first place and geography in the second'. Every time there is any new knowledge in the class, it is most likely that he first sees it in the book and then tells us, so we call him an 'encyclopedia'.

I remember once asking Xiang Hongji a question he thought was very difficult: "what is the longest bridge in China? 'seeing him pondering slightly, I was secretly proud: Xiang Hongji, Xiang Hongji, you don't know everything, do you? You can't answer. Who knows, he just focused on reading an extra-curricular book in his hand, and casually replied: 'it's a bridge near Qianqing town in Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province. "I am not reconciled, and asked: 'how many meters is the oldest bridge in China? 'he looked away from the book, raised his head, and quickly replied:' the oldest bridge in China is the eight character bridge in Shaoxing City, Zhejiang Province. It is 5 meters high and has a clear span of 4 meters. The bridge is 5 meters wide and 3 meters wide. 2 meters. Any questions? 'I shook my head in admiration. Looking at his books, he thought, no wonder he knows so much. He spends his break time reading books to increase knowledge, while most of our classmates are playing.

Xiang Hongji is rich in knowledge because he is very serious in reading. Once, I didn't bring any extra-curricular books, so I ran to Xiang Hongji and asked, 'Xiang Hongji, can I borrow a book? 'he didn't seem to hear me. I asked again in a louder voice, but he still ignored me. I was angry and was about to roar at him. He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Zhang Yuting, what can I do for you? 'I was so angry and funny at that time:' please, I called you twice. Can you lend me a book? "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so crazy about reading that I didn't hear you. Here, haven't you read this book? "Xiang Hongji said as he handed me a book. Oh, what a bookworm.

Isn't Xiang Hongji a little intellectual in our class? There is a math expert in our class. She is the representative of math class -- Zhao Hanxiao.

Two light curved eyebrows under a pair of Black Pearl like eyes, high bridge of the nose is also a pair of peach glasses. It looks like a little doctor.

Zhao Hanxiao is good at mathematics, but I have a basis: once in a math class, the teacher taught us how to solve equations, and at the beginning, he gave us a very difficult problem to solve, without raising his hand. The teacher called Zhao Hanxiao's name and asked her to say: unexpectedly, Zhao Hanxiao said the right answer without thinking. The teacher nodded and showed a quiet smile, and the students applauded for her.

Another time, after school, I was doing my math homework at school. After a while, a 'roadblock' came to me. I kept calculating on the manuscript, thinking about it, and couldn't solve it. Just when I was at a loss, seeing that Zhao Hanxiao didn't leave, I ran to consult her. This is easy to do! Zhao Hanxiao said and casually wrote the answer on the paper. I can not help but admire the thumbs up. When I saw that she was suddenly enlightened again, I knew what good idea she had. She picked up the white paper and pen to make the equation, and she told me as she did it. I was stunned by what I said. Perhaps, it is this kind of puzzled spirit of inquiry. It's worth learning.

We're good at math, aren't we!

Dongluan primary school five, I have 250 words of small capable people around me, there are many small capable people around me, one of the most unforgettable is my brother to help me practice brush scene.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I just learned a little bit of the basic skills of writing brush. Don't want to learn, because the tuition is too expensive, because I can ask my brother to teach me.

The next morning, I got up early and put the quilt in order. I was waiting for my brother to arrive in my study. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door broke out. I immediately laughed and ran to the door quickly. When I opened the door, it turned into a silly smile. But I forgot to open the door, because my brother was so awesome, his head was on his feet and his hands were on his hands All of them. I opened the door, and my brother and I went to the table and began to connect the brush. Later, my brother and I didn't believe in each other until 5:00. And I left reluctantly.

Up to now, I still remember the interesting story of writing brush at that time!

Experimental primary school five (4) class students happiness is around 400 words, what is happiness? Happiness is a cold drink in the scorching sun, a bonfire in winter, an encouragement in failure...... And my happiness is the love of my parents! I remember in the second grade, on a cloudless day. I was about to go to school, but my mother stopped and said to me: 'it will rain today, take an umbrella. 'I looked out and thought how it could rain on such a fine day, so I ran away.

Until after school that moment, suddenly lightning and thunder, torrential rain pouring down. I thought: ah, I really regret not listening to my mother's words. This time, I really became: I don't listen to my mother's words, and I regret before my eyes!

After a while, the students were picked up by their parents, leaving me and several other students huddled together. I was hungry and anxious. At this time, a familiar figure came up and said, 'ah, mom, it's mom,' I cried out happily, but the rest was moved, because mom was still sick, and now she was all wet. My mother rushed over to dress me, but she forgot that she was still ill.

After returning home, my mother's condition really worsened. I took good care of my mother and made up for my & lsquo; fault;.

Not only my mother is good to me, but also my father is good to me. I remember when I was a child, I was restless and always pushed the quilt down. My father worked hard to cover the quilt for me every day.

I remember once, one night, when the cold wind was piercing to the bone, I kicked the quilt out of bed again. My father shivered and covered the quilt for me. In fact, I woke up, and I didn't cry.

My happiness is so simple, but it belongs to me. I