Describe something special to your life theme statement: a special thing about my life is the pen support my grandmother gave me: describe how ugly it looks. Describe how I got its description to make the pen summarize my special events. The pen is so shabby, just like an ugly antique.
If I put it on the floor of the classroom, there is no one When I was about to go to school before my high school final exam, my grandmother said to me, "wait a minute, I have something to give you, and then she took out a handkerchief wrapped thing in her pocket, which contained chocolate bars or other interesting things. When she opened her handkerchief, I was disappointed that the editor was just a pen, which seemed to have been more than a thousand years old. "With you, I think it can help you with your exams.
Good luck." My grandmother said, I reluctantly accepted it. When the test paper was sent to me for processing, I left it in my shirt pocket at random. I found my pencil box at home and I couldn't borrow it from other people because I thought it might hinder their thinking.
Although you might think it was reasonable, I was so anxious that I suddenly touched the opening of my shirt The pen in the bag was given to me by my grandmother before I left home. I was very excited and moved. With the help of my grandmother, I felt that even a seemingly insignificant love should not be given up, because it has always been.
On the first day of the new year's day, I went to my grandmother's house. My grandmother gave us a kiss and gave us red bags. I felt very happy.
Then my sister and I watched TV together. Suddenly, my mother asked me to go to the kitchen to help them prepare their lunch, which I had never prepared before [I washed the vegetables with water to remove the soil]. Then on the surface of the vegetables, I fried them with shredded meat and put some salt] in the afternoon The meal was ready soon and we all had a good time.
My grandmother is very kind. She always has a gentle smile on her face, just like the morning sun shining on the ground through the woods. She feels very comfortable.
Although my grandmother's hair is white and her hands are wrinkled, she always asks me some popular things. We can see that my grandmother's heart is not made by her. When I go to my grandmother's house, she always makes a big table of delicious vegetables and milk Milk loves me, and I love my grandmother, where Grandma and I say, "grandma, I love you.".