Writing Auntie

Auntie is a friendly name in children's mouth. Auntie is more careful, gentle and considerate than uncle. Below, I share 5 essays with the title "Auntie" for your reference.

A second-grade essay about aunties Part 1

This afternoon, the sun is shining brightly. I went riding bicycles in People's Park with my mother. As soon as I entered the park, I saw the willow trees sprouting new buds, which reminded me of the poem "The jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down." Seeing the lawn turning green, spring has arrived.

The park is really lively. Some children are skating, some are riding bicycles, some are flying kites, and some are sitting on the benches chatting. I couldn't wait to get on my bicycle and gallop around the park, like a galloping pony running on the grassland. It was really exciting and fun.

I was riding and suddenly saw many children playing together in a place. I was curious, so I turned around and ran towards them. Halfway through the ride, there was a place that was so steep that I couldn't ride up it. So I got off the car and tried to push the bike up, but I still couldn't push it up despite my best efforts. When I was anxious, a beautiful aunt in red clothes came over and helped me push the bicycle. In a moment, my bicycle was on the way. I said to auntie: "Thank you, auntie!" Auntie smiled at me and said: "It's okay!"

Auntie is so nice! Today, I am very happy!

Second-grade essay about aunties 2

"Mom, look, that aunt is so tall! She's two heads taller than you!" I pointed to a strange person in front of the window. Auntie said softly. Curiosity made me slowly poke my head out.

Suddenly her head turned around, her face was as white as snow, her eyes were sunken in, and her eyeballs were blue! I quickly pulled my head back and hid behind the door. What I saw was not a Chinese person, but a foreigner! I said to myself in my heart: I really want to talk to her, but I haven’t studied English. There is an English class in the third grade and I have to study hard. But which country is she from? USA? U.K? Or France? At this time, 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, kid." I was stunned for a moment, ah! Can she speak Chinese? I was surprised, blushed and said with a smile: "Hello, auntie." The foreign aunt smiled at me. I think she might be working as a foreign teacher here, right?

This is my first time talking to a foreigner in Chinese. It would be great if I could talk to her in English!

A second-grade composition about an aunt, Part 3

One day after school, I was playing on the basketball court in the community when I suddenly saw a familiar figure. It turned out to be Wang Zihan's mother. She was holding two boxes of things and walking very slowly. I walked over curiously and asked: "Auntie, what's in your box?"

The aunt said: "It's dragon fruit!" As she said it, the aunt put down the box and took a breath.

I stepped forward and saw that it was really dragon fruit. I roughly counted, there were about twenty in a box. I asked: "Auntie, can you afford to move?"

Auntie sighed: "There is no way, you have to move if you can't afford it!"

"Let me help you !" I said. The aunt smiled and nodded.

Auntie gave me a box to move, and she led me from the front. I bent down to move it. The box was so heavy that it almost crushed me. But you can't go back on your promise to others. Finally I arrived downstairs at my aunt's house. When she saw that I was out of breath, she asked me not to move. I said it doesn't matter, I can do it myself.

It was time to go upstairs, and the box became even heavier. When I went upstairs, I couldn't see the steps under my feet, so I had to fumble up the stairs. It was okay when I climbed the first floor, but I was not so lucky when I reached the second floor. My foot accidentally kicked the step and I fell. Fortunately, the box was not opened. I gritted my teeth, stood up, and finally sent the dragon fruit to the third floor.

Auntie praised me and said: "Thank you! I didn't expect that you are quite strong for such a small person! Come on, eat a piece of chocolate before you leave." I took the chocolate and said quickly: "Thank you! ”

On the way home, I ate chocolate and it felt particularly sweet.

A second-grade composition about an aunt, Part 4

I know a beautiful Aunt Mou. I call her Mother Mou, and sometimes I also call her Teacher Mou. Aunt Mou has dark, curly hair. Her eyes were so big that she seemed to be able to read my thoughts at a glance. Although there is a scar on her face, it does not affect her beauty.

There is a little story about Aunt Mou and I call her "Mother Mou". That day, Aunt Mou called. I thought it was my mother, so I called her mom. Aunt Mou said, "I am not my mother, I am "Mother Mou."" I then understood that Aunt Mou knew that my mother was not at home and was worried that I would be scared to be alone, so she chatted with me and asked me if I was lonely and if I had completed my homework. She cared for me so much and acted like a mother.

Aunt Mou's articles are very beautifully written and have been published in many newspapers. Especially "Li Xing" published in "China Building Materials News" made me feel as if I had seen the snow-white Jade Dragon Snow Mountain with my own eyes. , as if walking in the beautiful ancient city of Li. I couldn't write a good composition, so Aunt Mou taught me how to write a good composition, for example: I should have a phoenix head and a leopard tail. When writing a composition, there is a central idea and knowledge point, and you cannot go off topic, so I called her Teacher Mou.

Aunt Mou is so young and beautiful, talented and caring. I hope to be like her when I grow up, beautiful, smart and popular.

Second grade essay about aunt 5

I have an aunt, she has fashionable long hair and a tall nose, like an umbrella trying to hold up in the wind and rain; clear and clear Her eyes, Bai Zhe's face, her face is like a painting covered with white paint, engraved with a small black flower, rising from the ground in the cold wind and rain, that is the "beauty mark".

Auntie is a good aunt. She is very polite. Every time I visit her home, she entertains me warmly. She often recommends her own good things for me to taste. Sometimes she even lets me have dinner at her home.

Auntie is also a famous tour guide. She often takes us out to play, such as: Bird Paradise, Shaoxing Paradise, Hangzhou Wildlife Park... We are like her chicks, following her. "Comrades, please note that the next stop is Shaoxing Paradise, please be prepared!" My sister and I burst into laughter. Her serious expression and piercing eyes made us unable to stop laughing for a long time.

Auntie is also a famous garden director. We followed the director closely for fear of getting lost. We are also divided into teaching directors, weekly teachers, and head teachers. My sister is the dean, my brother is the weekly teacher, I am the head teacher, and my sister and brother are the children. We call this combination a "super combination". "Teacher, I have a runny nose, please get me a tissue." I heard the child yelling and quickly handed her a tissue. It’s not easy to be the head teacher. You have to report some trivial things to me. It’s true!

My aunt is even more of a good mother. I am always strict with my brother and sometimes lenient with him. He is strict when he should be strict and lenient when he should be lenient. I think: Parents should be strict sometimes, but also let us relax occasionally! It is not good to put too much pressure on us.

I like my aunt!