My good friend's name is Luan Yao Yao. She is of medium height, with big eyes and thin lips. Wearing a red coat. She is beautiful and friendly.

Once, we walked to the telephone booth together, and she said, "You call first." I said, "No. You call first. Because you came early. " She said, "I want you to. You're almost finished. Go to sleep. " I have no choice but to call myself first. I saw that she was waiting hard, so I let my mother die. I said, "I'm finished."

Then, she looked around to see if anyone was calling. When no one was around, she picked up the phone.

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Two naive little girls can't help laughing after reading it. Let's remember this wonderful time and remember this close little sister.

(Zhang Chuanhai)

My good friend Luan Yaoyao

I have made many friends since I came to Taishan International School. Among these friends, only one is my best friend, and that is john young.

John young, this year 1 1 year old, is neither tall nor short. Her hobby is the same as mine, playing the piano.

We learn piano every week, from Monday to Saturday. At first, I couldn't play anything, because this was the first time I learned to play the piano. After a long time, I learned a little, all of which were taught by john young. Slowly, I can already play six or seven songs.

We always pass notes in the dormitory. You pass it to me and I'll pass it to you. As soon as the bell rings, we will go to bed.

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The author's expression is completely a unique perspective of the little girl.

Friendship is sunshine, illuminating the road under your feet; Friendship is a cloud that takes you to the boundless sky; Friendship is a warm wind that fills every part of your life.

Before going to school in Juanzi, he liked smiling teachers with glasses best. She always thinks with her chin cupped: Will her future teacher be like this? Think about it! Think about it! Suddenly I was sitting in the classroom. A teacher with glasses smiled at me. Juanzi also smiled. Suddenly everything disappeared. Juanzi rubbed his eyes. Oh! It was a dream.

Another summer, Juanzi wore a ponytail and went to school with a small book on his back. Juanzi found the teacher on the podium smiling with glasses. Juanzi is so happy! She likes this teacher Li very much. Miss Li smiles like her mother and has a good voice. Miss Li also likes lively, lovely and clever Juanzi.

One day, Miss Li gave a lecture on "The Moon". She read it gently. I was sitting in a boat, and the moon was curved ... After reading it, Miss Li asked, "Students! What do you think the curved moon looks like? "

"Like a boat." "yes! This classmate is so right! "

"Like a sickle." The curved moon is like a sickle. Lily said well. Juanzi! What is the curved moon like? "

"teacher! The curved moon is like beans in grandma's yard. " Juanzi said seriously.

"hey!" Laughter rang out in the classroom, and Miss Li turned pale with anger: "Juanzi, don't say that the moon is like beans, do you hear?" Juanzi lowered his head. She is so wronged. She clearly saw that the curved moon was like a bean. Why is the teacher angry? She is so unconvinced: the meniscus is like a bean, just like! Love it!

Twenty years later, Juanzi also became a teacher, and she will never forget Douyue. When she was talking about the "moon", she also asked, "Students, what is the curved moon like?" Some people say it looks like a sickle, some people say it looks like a boat, and a little girl named angel lee timidly says it looks like a bean. Juanzi is so happy! Juanzi said, "angel lee is right. The curved moon is like a bean. Students! What is the curved moon like? The answer is rich and colorful. You can't just say what others have said, but say your own ideas and new ideas. "

Twenty years later, Mr. Juanzi is still teaching children beans and the moon. She constantly encourages her children to speak their own words and say things that others have not said. One day, Teacher Juanzi received a letter from a writer named Li Jia. The letter reads: Mr. Juanzi, I am your student. Thank you for not killing a child's creativity and imagination. Thank you for your bean moon.

2008- 10-02 1 1: 46

132 in this world, I only respect three kinds of people: those who make selfless contributions to people; People who have an influence on my life and study; My elders. Dad is a person I respect, but not only because he is my elder.

I remember one year, he chatted with a friend at home and made an appointment to meet at the gate of Nanning Library tomorrow 10. The next day, something unexpected happened and it rained cats and dogs. Although I stopped him, he walked away.

At 1 1, 12, ... 3, he came back and pinned his greetings on the rain. "Why, he didn't come? I knew it. If I told you not to go, you would go. Without an umbrella, it doesn't hurt to be late. " I leaned against the wall and said. "This is not a question of going or not, being late or not, but a question of credibility. Although he didn't come, I went, and I had a clear conscience. In addition, if you get wet, you can dry it; If you are sick, you can take medicine; But the credibility is gone, and nothing can be done! " This passage shocked me.

I respect him because he is trustworthy.

One weekend, my father took me to the vegetable market to buy food. We walked to a stall selling fish. The fish seller is an old lady. "How much is this fish?" "3 yuan a catty." "Well, give me one." After that, the old lady quickly caught a fish, weighing 2 Jin, and then bagged it. Dad paid the money, but when he took the fish, he looked suspicious, but it disappeared soon.

When we left, dad went to the scale to weigh the fish. The fair scale shows 3 kilograms. Without saying anything, dad immediately ran to the fish stall and gave the old lady the money he should pay. He also said: "You should change the scale, no!" Say that finish, we go.

I respect him because he is honest.

One day when I was walking home, suddenly an old man's crutch fell into the fence and he couldn't reach it with his hands. The old man can't walk without crutches. Pedestrians came to ask, and pedestrians shook their heads and walked away. I can't take it anymore. I walked to the fence. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. "Little classmate, I don't need you!" When I turned around, it turned out to be my father. He was shocked to see that it was me.

I stepped back and saw my father grab the fence, jumped, turned around and went in. Take out the crutch and slowly put it in the old man's hand. Then, dad left immediately. The old man asked me, "Who is he?" "My dad!" I'm proud to say.

I respect him because of his selfless dedication.

My father is trustworthy, honest and selfless. I am proud of having such a father!

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