Writing Auntie's Second Grade Composition 1
It's sunny this afternoon. My mother and I go cycling in People's Park. As soon as I entered the park, I saw the willow sprouting, which reminded me of the poem "Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestry hung down". Seeing the lawn turning green, spring is coming.
The park is really lively. Some children are skating, some are riding bicycles, some are flying kites, and some are sitting on a bench chatting. I can't wait to get on my bike and gallop around the park, like a galloping pony running on the grassland. It's really exciting and fun.
Riding, I suddenly saw a place where many children were playing. Curious, I turned and ran to them. Halfway through the ride, there was a steep place where I couldn't ride any more, so I got off the bus and tried to push the car up, but I couldn't push it up with all my strength. Just when I was in a hurry, a beautiful aunt in red came to help me push the cart. Suddenly, my bike got on. I said to my aunt, "thank you, aunt!" " "Aunt smiled and said to me," never mind! "
Aunt is so nice! Today, I am very happy!
Writing Auntie's Second Grade Composition II
"Mom, you see, that aunt is so tall! Two heads taller than you! " I pointed to a strange aunt by the window and whispered. Curiosity made me slowly poke my head out.
Suddenly her head turned, her face went white, her eyes were sunken and her eyes were blue! I quickly drew my head back and hid behind the door. I didn't see China people, but foreigners! I said to myself: I really want to talk to her, but I didn't learn English. I have an English class in grade three. I should study hard. But which country does she come from? America? England? Or France? Then she ran to the side of the road and took something from the car When I came back, I stared at her again. She suddenly turned her head and waved to me and said, "Hello, little friend." I paused, ah! She can speak Chinese? I was shocked, blushed and smiled and said, "Hello, Aunt." The foreign aunt smiled at me. I think she may be a foreign teacher here.
This is the first time for me to talk with foreigners in Chinese. If only I could talk to her in English!
Write aunt's second grade composition 3
One day after school, I was playing on the basketball court in my community when I suddenly saw a familiar figure. It turned out to be Wang Zihan's mother. She walked slowly with two boxes of things in her arms. I went over curiously and asked, "Aunt, what's in your box?"
Aunt said, "It's pitaya!" Aunt said as she put down the box and gasped.
I went forward and saw that it was really pitaya. I made a rough count, and there are about twenty in a box. I asked, "Aunt, can you afford it?"
Aunt sighed: "No way, you have to move if you can't afford it!"
"Let me help you!" I said. Aunt smiled and nodded.
My aunt gave me a box to hold and showed me the way herself. I bent down to get it. The box was so heavy that it almost overwhelmed me. But you can't go back on your word. Finally, I went downstairs to my aunt's house. My aunt told me not to move when she saw that I was panting. I said it doesn't matter, I can do it myself.
It's time to go upstairs. The box is heavy. When I went upstairs, I couldn't see the steps at my feet at all, so I had to feel my way upstairs. I was fine when I climbed the first floor, but I was not so lucky when I got to the second floor. I accidentally kicked my foot on the steps and fell down. Fortunately, the box didn't turn over. I bullet, stood up, and finally sent the pitaya to the third floor.
Aunt praised me and said, "Thank you! I didn't expect you to be small and strong! Come on, have a chocolate before you go. " I took the chocolate and quickly said, "Thank you!" "
On the way home, I ate chocolate and felt very sweet.
Writing Auntie's Second Grade Composition 4
I know a beautiful aunt Mou. I call her mother Mou, and sometimes I call her teacher Mou. Aunt Mou has black curly hair. Her eyes are big, as if she could read my mind at a glance. Although she has a scar on her face, it doesn't affect her beauty.
Aunt Mou, I also call her "Mom Mou" because there is a little story. That day, Aunt Mou called. I thought it was my mother, so I called my mother. Aunt Mou said, "I'm not a mother, I'm a mother." I see. Aunt Mou knew that my mother was not at home, and worried that I was afraid alone, so she chatted with me and asked me if I was lonely and whether I had finished my homework. She cares about me very much and looks like a mother.
Aunt Mou's articles are beautiful and have been published in many newspapers, especially Li Xing in China Building Materials Newspaper, which makes me seem to see the white Jade Dragon Snow Mountain with my own eyes and walk in a beautiful ancient city. My composition is not good, so Aunt Mou taught me how to write a good composition, such as being a crested leopard tail. Writing a composition has central ideas and knowledge points. If you can't digress, you can call her Teacher Mou.
Aunt Mou is so young, beautiful, talented and caring. I hope to be as beautiful, smart and popular as her when I grow up.
Writing Auntie's Second Grade Composition 5
I have an aunt with fashionable long hair and a towering nose, like an umbrella struggling to hold up in the wind and rain; Ming Che's eyes, Bai Zhe's face, her face is like a painting painted with white pigment, engraved with a small black flower, which rises in Ran Ran in the cold wind and rain, and that is "beauty spot".
Aunt is a good aunt. She is very polite. Every time I go to her house, she treats me warmly, often recommends my own delicious food for me to taste carefully, and sometimes lets me go to her house to eat.
Aunt is also a famous tour guide. Often take us out to play, such as: Hundred Birds Paradise, Shaoxing Paradise, Hangzhou Wildlife Park ... We are like her chickens, following her. "Attention, comrades, the next stop is Shaoxing Paradise, please get ready!" My sister and I burst out laughing. Her serious expression and intense eyes made us laugh for a long time.
Aunt is also a famous director. We followed the director closely so as not to get lost. We are also divided into teaching directors, teachers on duty and class teachers. My sister is the dean, my brother is the teacher on duty, I am the head teacher, and my sister and brother are children. We call this combination "super combination". "Teacher in charge, I have a runny nose. Give me a tissue. " I heard the child screaming, so I quickly handed her a tissue. This class teacher is not easy to be, and some trivial things have to be reported to me, really!
Aunt is a good mother. Be strict with your brother, be strict with him and be lenient with him. I think: parents should be strict sometimes and let us have a rest once in a while! It is not good to give us too much pressure.
I like my aunt!