People I know write essays.

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What is the composition you have seen? The following is the composition of people I am familiar with for your reference only. Let's have a look.

The person I know best is my grandmother, who is over 60 years old, with a slightly chubby figure, a curly hair mixed with a few silver wires, and a kind smile on her kind face.

I was raised by my grandmother. She takes me to school every day and brings me some snacks after school! She always cares about me and takes care of me. I remember one day last semester, it was raining cats and dogs outside. I was doing morning exercises in the classroom when I suddenly found that my deskmate had brought an organ, and I realized that I had forgotten it. Oh, no! I am the representative of the music class. If I didn't bring my organ, people would say me! Just when I was in a hurry, a familiar figure appeared outside the door. It's grandma!

With a wet umbrella in one hand and an organ in the other, she handed me the organ without saying anything. I gently took it and looked at my grandmother: the rain ran down my trouser legs and my arms were all wet. I haven't had time to say "thank you grandma!" " "Grandma has left in a hurry.

Dear grandma, you have worked hard! Since then, I have rarely forgotten anything because of carelessness. I will give my grandmother a back massage whenever I have time, and my grandmother often praises me for growing up and being sensible. Grandma, I love you forever!

The person I know best is my teacher. She is over forty this year and has a gentle temperament. Lectures are also very serious.

My teacher has beautiful black hair, very beautiful! Our teachers and students have been together for more than two years, and our feelings are very deep. Let me tell you something. Her name is Mars. My home is far from school, so I have to walk home. I remember one time, it rained heavily after school, and I forgot to bring my umbrella. I am in a hurry.

Just then, the teacher came and gave me his umbrella. I asked, what about you? She said, it doesn't matter, I have another one.

Actually, I understand that the teacher didn't have an umbrella. I just want to be safe from the rain.

Ah, how selfless the teacher's love for us is! How thick it is! Another morning, the teacher came late. She goes to school by electric car early every day. I found the teacher ill. At this time, the teacher's face was very white, and sweat was dripping under his eyebrows. But the teacher still taught us in a hoarse voice.

Ah, teachers cultivate our little flowers like hardworking gardeners; Ah, the teacher lit up our journey like red wax. Teacher, I love you.

I saw an article in composition 3 when I was very young. Basically, one person does the experiment. Then draw a conclusion: whether it is human or animal. I've always regarded the first person I met as his mother.

So, I think when we were born, the first thing we saw was our mother. Mother should be the person we are most familiar with.

And everyone's life, there will be many people, there will be familiar people, but their most familiar, most familiar with their mother should be the only one.

My mother is the person I know best. I can't. My mother taught me. My mother took care of me when I was sick, and she was also willing to help others. One morning, it was raining cats and dogs outside My mother and I each took an umbrella and went shopping in the supermarket. Shortly after we got out of the building, my mother and I were wet by the rain. At this time, an aunt came across the street. Suddenly, the aunt stopped and her shoelaces opened. Aunt looked around, there was no shelter next to her, and she looked at her shoelaces awkwardly. At this time, my mother went over and asked, "Do you need any help?" Aunt nodded her head. So my mother helped my aunt open an umbrella and my aunt bent down to tie her shoelaces. Aunt smiled and said, "Thank you, goodbye." My mother also smiled and said, "You're welcome. Goodbye. " I think I must help people who are in trouble like my mother, whether familiar or unfamiliar.

This is my familiar mother, so kind, taught me a lot of truth and gave me a lot of selfless love.

The person I know best is Mr. Shi, who has taught us mathematics for five years. Although she looks plain, her thin face is dotted with two bright eyes, but it illuminates my growth path. Teacher Shi is very responsible for his work. Almost every noon, she sacrifices her lunch break to lead us to correct the wrong questions. Some students changed it three or four times in a row without getting it right, but Mr. Shi patiently let them change it again and again.

Once, Zhang Lin, a famous "slick" in our class, made a bad habit of not doing his homework again. Teacher Shi asked him to make up for it. He didn't make it up the first day and the second day, and Mr. Shi's thin face showed an anxious look. After repeated urging, Zhang Lin finally made up the "little tail" on the third day. But a new problem came out again. He didn't finish his homework that day. You urged him to make it up quickly, and a homework war began again. Teacher Shi is also very concerned about our lives.

She doesn't leave too much homework every day, for fear of affecting our sleep. In this way, we can go to bed early every day, but we understand your heart and feel your feelings, and consciously read a few pages of extracurricular books before going to bed every day. Teacher Shi, I will never forget you when I grow up. No matter where I go, Qian Shan will always miss you!

I know people very well. There are all kinds of people around me. They have different identities, different positions and different appearances, just like her …

When I met her, I knew her from the age of 0 1 1 year. If it weren't for the earthquake, my hometown Hanwang became a dead city, maybe I could meet her again.

She is always dressed in rags, especially the edges of her clothes are torn like a leopard with its claws. She always wears a dirty scarf around her waist. It will always be that one, and it has never changed. I'm worried about my rickets. I always wear a tattered hat on my head, my hair is all white, my cheeks are deeply sunken, my eyes are deep, my skin is old and yellow, and the wrinkles of the sun and the moon tortured by cold, sun and hunger are even more shocking.

She always lingers in the trash can. After all, the trash can is a paradise for flies, but she flips the "world" in the trash can with bony hands. I never dare to go near the trash can, because the stench from the trash can is enough for me to dump what I ate this day. I really know how she survived. Grandpa believes in Buddhism. As long as I go out with him, he often tells me not to touch those beggars, or you won't get into college and let me run as soon as I see them. Of course, he said the same thing to my sister. Now that I think about it, this is really a stupid joke. When I was a little older, I often met her on the road. When I saw the child playing on the road, I ran away as soon as I saw her, and the initial laughter suddenly turned into ironic words. After a pause, I watched her stand up bit by bit and looked at the children running away with those dull eyes. I wonder what she's thinking. Poor guy ~

That summer vacation, I returned to my hometown where I was born and raised. In order to get to grandma's house quickly, I ran involuntarily. Not long after, I saw her sitting in the shade again. I couldn't bear to see her again, so I tilted my head to the other side. Suddenly I heard a voice: "Girl, girl-!" This is a hoarse voice, turned to look at her, "this, this-"she pointed to her hand. Money is my money, I cried. Girl, pay attention. Don't be too careless next time. "Say that finish with those old fingers pointing at me, I gave her a smile back, and then she turned and walked slowly, slowly, the rickety figure made me unforgettable.

The wind is blowing, and the cool summer wind takes away my heat, but it can't take away the warmth in my heart. The poor man is a little pitiful. She can choose to "accept" the money herself, but she has already returned it to the owner. The poor man has a rich heart. ...

You have a pair of angel wings on your back. I don't want to see you become a miserable person in this era in any case. In order to convey my heartbroken feelings to you, I will sing like a prayer today. "

-"Song from Angels"

I know many people, and nothing is more familiar than the people around me. She is of medium height, with long brown hair, big watery eyes and a high nose. Every day, she talks to me with a smile on her lips. She looks very young.

She has a pair of skillful hands. She knitted all my sweaters for me in winter. They were beautifully knitted, not worse than those in the shop. Because the housework is too heavy, and I often contract alone, my hands are slightly rough.

She cares about me. She clearly knows all my favorite snacks and vegetables. If I want it, I will definitely buy it for me. But if you want those three-no foods that are harmful to health, she will definitely not buy them. She is usually a very economical person, but as long as I want to take any interest class, I agreed without saying anything, and I am very happy.

I remember one weekend, I made an appointment with a good friend to go out to play. I didn't expect that when we were playing hard, the strong wind outside the window began to harass, and then it rained heavily. I think, oh, no, she never watches the weather forecast and won't pick me up. How can I get back?

At this moment, a figure appeared in the rain, it was her! I ran to her at once. Most of her body was wet by the rain. I suddenly feel sour in my nose. When I got home, I asked, you never watch the weather forecast. How do you know it will rain today? She smiled and said, "But I knew you were going out, so I took a look."

This is one of the people I know best-mother.

I came to the mirror and she came to the mirror; I laugh, she laughs; I eat the right son, and she eats the right son.

She loves to wear a ponytail, thick eyebrows, a straight nose, a pair of big eyes across the mountain, shining with thoughtful light, glib tongue, and often tells absurd things to embarrass others.

Fantastic, she was scared out of her wits because she was afraid of heights when she went up the escalator, but when she thought that Brother Long would come to Chongqing for a concert on April 2, she imagined that she had bought a ticket and finally got off the escalator.

She is clever and sometimes stupid. For example, I saw a beautiful photo of a classmate in our class today. As a result, I leaned back and hit the tile. Clever, sometimes she can solve problems that the whole class can't solve in minutes.

Her mood is changeable. It rained heavily in Chongqing today. On the way home, I didn't bring my umbrella, and I was in a bad mood alone in the rain. My schoolbag and clothes are all wet! I keep saying that I hate rainy days, I hate rainy days. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that Zhilong Ouba also hates rainy days! My mood will be good soon! I wonder, is it raining in your city now? Do you complain in rainy days like me? Are you also like me, thinking of VIP in rainy days and getting better?

She is very kind to her best friend. She runs with her and plays basketball with her. The first reaction to eating is to share it with her best friend.

Who is she? She is me, the distinguished guest Liu Xiaoyu.

I like holidays very much, because only holidays can I return to my hometown; I like my hometown best because my grandfather lives there. My grandfather has a kind face and black and white hair.

Once I went back to my hometown for lunch, I ran to the pool and turned on the tap. The water has just flowed down. I was surprised and asked, "Where is the water?" Grandpa replied, "This is called saving water." I spent a long time washing my hands. I just want to run to the table. I suddenly found my grandfather looking at me severely. When I remembered that the tap was not turned off, drops of water fell like a light rain, and suddenly I felt that my grandfather was saying to me, "It doesn't matter to us to waste these waters, but it is very important to the places where water is scarce." So, I turned off the tap in a hurry, and grandpa made a 180 degree turn, and a faint smile appeared on his stern face.

Another time, it was winter vacation, and grandpa took me to town to buy fireworks. When I came back, because I couldn't bring flammable materials by car, grandpa asked me and my mother to go back by car, and grandpa walked home alone. The town is some distance from our home, but what I didn't expect was that grandpa would come back soon after we got home. Grandpa is not in good health, but as soon as I go back to my hometown, he takes me everywhere. Only when he is tired and goes back to his room to rest will the whole family be quiet. Grandpa's simple spirit has always touched me. I love my grandpa.

If you want to say the person you are most familiar with, it is her!

She has big eyes like jewels, a tall and straight nose and a red mouth. Slim figure and fair complexion are particularly beautiful against the background of casual wear. Short black hair, very special. There are two knife-shaped eyebrows painted on her long eyelashes, which is what she looks like when she is angry.

Guess who she is? She is my dearest mother!

I remember once, on a stormy night, I had a high fever at night. In order not to get wet, my mother hugged me tightly. My father took us directly to the hospital for treatment by bike ... When I got home, my mother put me on the bed without taking care of getting wet. I vaguely see that my mother's face is full of water, and I can't tell which is rain and which is tears. ...

She has worked hard to drag me up to now, and I don't know how many days and nights she has worked hard for me. I want to repay my mother. If I had a magic pen, I would draw a community in which all the houses belonged to my mother.

No matter what my mother does, it is for my own good and consideration. I shouldn't have made her worry about me. I should study harder and get good grades to repay my mother's kindness in raising me!

I like holidays very much, because only holidays can I return to my hometown; I like my hometown best because my grandfather lives there. My grandfather has a kind face and black and white hair.

Once I went back to my hometown for lunch, I ran to the pool and turned on the tap. The water has just flowed down. I was surprised and asked, "Where is the water?" Grandpa replied, "This is called saving water." I spent a long time washing my hands. I just want to run to the table. I suddenly found my grandfather looking at me severely. When I remembered that the tap was not turned off, drops of water fell like a light rain, and suddenly I felt that my grandfather was saying to me, "It doesn't matter to us to waste these waters, but it is very important to the places where water is scarce." So, I turned off the tap in a hurry, and grandpa made a 180 degree turn, and a faint smile appeared on his stern face.

Another time, it was winter vacation, and grandpa took me to town to buy fireworks. When I came back, because I couldn't bring flammable materials by car, grandpa asked me and my mother to go back by car, and grandpa walked home alone. The town is some distance from our home, but what I didn't expect was that grandpa would come back soon after we got home. Grandpa is not in good health, but as soon as I go back to my hometown, he takes me everywhere. Only when he is tired and goes back to his room to rest will the whole family be quiet. Grandpa's simple spirit has always touched me. I love my grandpa.

Someone I know wrote 1 1 There is a study committee member in our class. He wears a pair of small eyes. He is fat and cute. He was very angry. If you piss him off! Ha ha! Then you are out of luck today! Can you guess who he is? Guo! Yes, that's him.

One day at noon, during lunch break, we played shuttlecock on the playground and just listened: "OK, you wait". Why? Oh! It turns out that Guo is angry! The rule of this game is: the opponent receives the shuttlecock, and the person in the middle can't move (die). Guo obeys the rules. Another man threw a badminton, which just rolled over Guo's foot. It should end, wait for the next game, but Guo should also end if he is not convinced.

When the shuttlecock was still on both sides, Guo was angry because the other side "threw the shuttlecock off the side" and he began to throw it everywhere. The people in the middle received shuttlecocks one after another (to save their lives). Guo's face flushed, and he began to throw things at random. As a result, none of them died (finished). Finally, I was so angry that I stopped playing!

Anyway, my friend is so angry. The game is not about winning or losing, but about the process. Everything is like this. Just have fun! I have to let Guo know! Don't be angry about anything!

I am familiar with the composition 12. If you want to say that the most familiar person is her! She has big eyes like jewels, a tall and straight nose and a red mouth. Slim figure and fair complexion are particularly beautiful against the background of casual wear. Short black hair, very special. There are two knife-shaped eyebrows painted on her long eyelashes, which is what she looks like when she is angry. Guess who she is? She is my dearest mother!

I remember once, on a stormy night, I had a high fever at night. In order not to get wet, my mother hugged me tightly. My father drove us directly to the hospital for treatment ... When I got home, my mother put me on the bed without taking care of getting wet. I vaguely saw that my mother's face was covered with water, and I couldn't tell which was rain and which was tears ... She dragged me so hard that I didn't know how much it cost.

No matter what my mother does, it is for my own good and consideration. I shouldn't have made her worry about me. I should study harder and get good grades to repay my mother's kindness in raising me!

My mother I have a beautiful and kind mother. She has curved eyebrows, big eyes and long curly hair over her shoulders.

I like my mother very much. In my eyes, my mother is as beautiful as Snow White. My mother spends the longest time with me every day. My mother got up in the morning to help me comb my hair and cook dinner, and then sent me to school. My mother picked me up at noon, she picked me up in the afternoon, and she accompanied me to do my homework at night. My mother is very strict with my homework. I am required to write word by word, do every question carefully, and check it again in the past. As long as I am a little careless, my mother will erase it all, let me do it again, and I will lose my temper. Once I asked my mother why she always does these things alone. My mother smiled and said, "Silly girl, I'm your mother. Of course I have to do it. Let my mother rest assured. As long as you can grow up well, my mother is willing to be tired again. "

I remember I was sick once, but my parents were so anxious that they went to the city to find a doctor. At night, my mother helped me put a towel on my forehead and burned it until dawn. When I woke up, I saw my mother crawling by my bed and falling asleep. I know my mother is tired for me.

Mom, you have worked hard. I must be a sensible and obedient child in the future and make you the most beautiful, happiest and happiest mother in the world.

One summer night, there was a lamp waiting for me on my way home.

That day, school was late, and I went home by bus.

Looking out the window, it was a little dark, and the bus drove to the door of the community. I looked out of the window. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure with a gray old man's hat on his head. Under the hat, he kept his hair dyed several times, wearing the red advertising shirt, old gray-green trousers, a dark green coat and a pair of shoes to buy health products. That's my grandpa! I looked at him in surprise. He saw me at a glance on the way by the car, and his godless eyes suddenly flashed. Grandpa stood with a beer belly and ran on the sidewalk with the bus! Watch the bus while running. Grandpa under the street lamp is older than usual. His hat can't cover the wrinkles on his face. His black hair was blown by the wind, revealing layers of white hair. The key in his pocket comes from the window. He ran eagerly and was caught up by the bus several times, making it even harder to catch up with the station. I quickly got off the bus and rushed from the platform to the sidewalk. Grandpa quickly said, "slow down, there are many electric cars here!" " "Grandpa picked up my handbag, and I took grandpa's slack hand and walked home. Grandpa asked, "Why did you come back so late?" I said, "There are activities at school, and school is late. "At the gate of the community, I saw the security uncle who often chatted with us. He said, "It's so late after school. Grandpa has been waiting for you here for an hour! "I have a kind of unspeakable discomfort.

This feeling is getting stronger in the cold wind at night. Looking back at grandpa, he smiled politely, revealing neat dentures. I never paid attention to grandpa's face, as if he were getting old in an instant. "Nothing, I'm just bored, chatting with my uncle and waiting for you to go home." I hold grandpa's hand tightly, as if all the warmth is in his hand. Every day after that, grandpa stood at the security booth and chatted with uncle security. When I was in primary school, my classmates walking to school and grandpa rode an unstable electric car and followed carefully on the sidewalk. Dare not ride too fast, for fear of being discovered by me; Dare not ride too slowly, for fear of losing him. When I take the bus, I can always see "little red dot" at the opposite bus stop, smiling and waving to me.

Every time I see my grandfather, I always think of Meng Jiao's poem "Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body", but why do all poems only praise my mother, but there is no grandfather and someone who cares for her grandson like a loving mother? Maybe times have changed.

At this time, it began to rain lightly. The street lamp still shines on the empty road, and the key in grandpa's pocket is still ringing.

The person I know best is my mother.

Mother has a pair of small but eloquent eyes, and the sparkling eyes under long eyelashes are like two crystal purple grapes. When I was very young, my mother fed me milk. When I was a toddler, my mother always said to me in an encouraging tone, "Be brave, son." Then hold my hand and come close to me. Under the care of my mother, I grew up gradually.

My mother may be doing it! When he cleans the glass, all he needs is a basin of water, a rag and an old newspaper. I saw her slender hands dancing on the glass, and in a blink of an eye, the glass became shiny. Mother's specialty is sweet and sour shredded potatoes. Whenever my mother cooks this dish, I can't wait to wander around her. Seeing my eager eyes and drooling, my mother always said to me, "son, wash your hands quickly, and the delicious shredded potatoes will be out of the pot soon!" " "I only heard the sound of a kitchen knife colliding with a chopping board. When I came to the kitchen again, the round potatoes had become even filaments. After some cooking, a plate of sweet and sour potato shreds was put on the table.

My mother's hard work left a deep imprint on my heart. I will study hard and repay my mother with excellent results.