Excellent unit composition in the first grade of primary school
Lilacs are simple and elegant. Its white or lavender flowers are often overlooked, but it is very lovely. It is not greedy for praise, but selflessly dedicates its petite body to people's better life.
On Sunday, my parents and I went to Wei Zi Park to play. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw many people buying kites. And pestering my mother to buy butterfly kites.
I fly a kite in the open space of Wei Zi Park, but I can't put it very high. Even if I do, it will fall down soon. I'm a little discouraged. My mother seemed to read my mind, so she came to comfort me and said, "Don't lose heart. You must stick to it. Mom teaches you! " "I nodded my head.
Mom picked up the kite, told me to grab the spool, shouted to run, and I ran quickly, ha! The kite flew, and I jumped happily, but I had no problem with this jump. Kites have a big problem. It's been falling. Fortunately, my mother asked me to pull down the string so that the kite didn't fall. I sighed and said, "That was close!"
The kite flew higher and higher, and all the threads disappeared. At this moment, the kite is like a little black dot wagging its head and tail. Other kites are leaning towards me, as if playing with my kite!
On this day, I had a good time. From this, I understand a truth: as long as I persist, there will always be a successful day.
My brother is almost two months old. He surprises us unexpectedly every day.
When I wake up in the morning, I will be surprised to find that he has changed from sleeping vertically to sleeping horizontally. My little feet are leaning against the wall, my mother's stomach is on my head, and my round eyes seem to say, look, how capable I am!
When his mother holds him in her arms to suck milk, he always quietly enjoys his delicious food with his eyes closed. But sometimes he will scream with milk, haha! This is his alarm clock. He told his mother that he wanted to shit. Until mom carried him to the bedpan. He will give his mother a smile. It's like praising my mother: it's smart to understand what he means.
Sometimes when I am chatting with my parents, he interrupts unexpectedly: "Oh" or "Ah", and the answer is always so appropriate. Make us laugh. At this time, he will laugh mischievously in bed. As if to say: I am also participating in the chat, don't leave me. "
Lovely brother, I wonder if I was so lovable when I was a child.
The first summer vacation of primary school began. I met four good friends in Jinsha community. It was cold and raining in Mao Mao, but we were all sweating.
We ran through the Woods of the community with wooden sticks as machine guns. "Bang bang", two others played, and we won. We played house again. Tingting is mom, Qiqi is dad, and Kangkang and I are sons. "Dad" took us crazy, climbing high and low, and we were very happy. "Mom" ran after her and shouted, "It's raining. Go home early. You will get sick. " We covered our ears and ran faster.
Finally, we awarded the first prize to Tingting, the actress of Mom. Her performance is very real, and her lines are the same as a real mother.
In the evening, after our family had a delicious dinner, my mother was about to clean up the dishes when she suddenly called and asked her to go to the hospital for emergency surgery at once. Time is life. My mother immediately changed her clothes, picked up her bag and hurried to the hospital. When I was leaving, my mother said to me, "Xiao Qi, wait for me to clean up the things on the table." I took the initiative to say to my mother, "I have grown up. Let me learn to wash dishes, too."
To start, I first put the garbage on the table in the trash can, then wiped the table clean, put the bowl in the bucket, added a proper amount of detergent, and washed the bowl inside and outside with a rag, but the bowl covered with detergent was like a loach, so I couldn't hold back and almost slipped out of my hand. If I hadn't caught it with a rag, the bowl would have been broken. Later, I thought of a way to use two rags, one to pad the bowl and the other to scrub clockwise along the bowl, thus completing the first step of washing dishes. Then rinse the bowl with clean water and detergent, and soon several clean white porcelain bowls appeared in front of me. I finally cleaned the bowl, but I was sweating like a pig and my fingers were weak. But looking at these clean bowls, I suddenly feel tired.
After a while, my mother went home. Seeing the clean table and the white bowl, she immediately smiled happily and only said two words "good". But I know from her smile that her son has grown up and is much more sensible!