There are four people in my family. They are my father, mother, grandmother and grandfather. They are all kind people.
My mother is a middle school English teacher. She teaches very well. My father is an excellent construction engineer.
They appreciate their work and work hard. My sister, who is now a junior high school student, is one of the best students in the cl. By the way, she is so beautiful.
This is my family, a big and happy family.
Every girl likes to be beautiful, and I'm no exception. I think I'm fat. In order to look as perfect as a movie star, I diet and refuse delicious food.
It makes me feel sick at last. I give up. I realize that I'm not a star.
I just need to be myself. Maybe my appearance is not beautiful. But I can be an excellent girl and become an excellent one Girl, I need to read more books.
Books really give me nutrition, make my different books broaden my vision, I see different scenery in books, I feel that I grow up, I am no longer narrow-minded, I began to look at the things other girls talk about in a different way. In order to look beautiful, I don't care, I just care how to live my own life.
"Time flies, all of a sudden, my time flies." from a primary school student to now should be, in the past ten years, my mother's love accompanied me to grow up, leaving me a lot of growth footprints. I was not in good health when I was a child, and I was often ill. Every time I was sick, my mother always gave me some delicious and nutritious things.
My mother accompanied me and took me to the hospital to see a needle. I remember once My mother took me to the hospital. I sat in the chair and looked at my mother melancholy.
I took the medicine and ran everywhere. Until I was lying in bed, my mother sat down and wiped the sweat on my forehead. She asked me what I wanted all night, when the sun rose My mother didn't close her eyes and looked at me all the time.
I also woke up and looked at her bloodshot eyes. I thought that the hatred for my mother was strict before. Suddenly, it turned into a stream into a stream and flowed into my heart and lungs.
I was moved to tears. I deeply felt the great love and selfless time, how fast the time ped, and my mother's love has always accompanied me to recall my first grade At that time, my mother seldom read, very hard, every day's homework is to help me read books, ask questions, teach me to do homework and reading, let me have a crush on school life, let me develop a good learning habits, more understand that only hard to learn more knowledge, after my mother's teaching and his efforts for many years, I am now an excellent young pioneer In the eyes of teachers, I am not proud. I will work harder and leave good memories in my growth.