Unforgettable day composition (about 500 words).

This afternoon, the school will hold a parent-teacher conference. Last night, my sister and I called my parents and asked them to have a parent-teacher meeting. Both parents agreed. We are really happy because we can finally meet our parents who miss us the most. I've been looking forward to tomorrow's parent-teacher conference since I got off the phone.

The next day, I got up early and hoped to come early in the afternoon.

Afternoon finally came. My sister and I quickly finished lunch, put on our clothes and ran to school like wild horses. My sister and I stood on both sides of the road, looking at one taxi after another, thinking: which taxi will mom and dad take for the parents' meeting? The happy moment has finally arrived. Seeing my parents get off the taxi, I ran across the road like a bird and threw myself into my mother's arms. Later, my father went to my sister's class for a parent-teacher meeting, and my mother went to my class for a meeting. My sister and I were waiting for them when we were playing outside. How cold it is! My feet are frozen stiff. At this time, suddenly, my father came out, and I ran quickly. Father said, "I remember everything, but the parent-teacher conference is still not over." I said, "Dad, since you have remembered everything, please stay with us!" " ! The daughters miss you very much. "Dad agreed. He said he would take us shopping and eating hamburgers. I am really happy because he always shakes his head and says, "Too busy, too busy, no time. "This time, unlike usual, we took a taxi to the hamburger shop. Dad bought us a small piece of cake for my sister and me to eat together. Although the cake is not very sweet, it is delicious in the mouth. After eating the cake, my father bought some bread for my sister and me so that we could eat it when we went back to grandma's house. After eating hamburgers, my father took my sister and me to the bookstore. When I arrived at the bookstore, I found a pen copybook and my sister found a story book. Dad bought it for us without saying anything. Then, my father took a taxi to take my sister and me back to my grandmother's house. On the bus, I asked my father, "Why are you so kind to us today? Dad replied, "I haven't seen you for weeks. I miss you very much." "To tell you the truth, I miss my father, too.

From today on, I am no longer so strange to my father, because I know that my father likes me and is very kind to me. I really want to call: "Dad, that's very kind of you!" "

Unforgettable day

"Food is the most important thing for the people, and the five flavors should be complete." Boys can be cooks, not to mention that I am a "woman" and can't cook. Isn't this a joke? Today is the weekend, and I have the idea of helping my mother cook.

Thinking about it, one foot has stepped into the kitchen. "Mom, mom, let me help you." I said this when I saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. Mother answered with a smile; "good! Our Rongrong (my nickname) has grown up and can help her mother. Well, you can cut the skin! "

Oh, don't look at this prickly skin, it's not easy to cut. This stinging skin ... just won't listen to me Smooth and stinging skin slides around the chopping board, as if it is deliberately aimed at me. I am in a hurry, regardless of the willy-nilly, across the board. But this knife is not easy to cut, but it almost cut my hand. Fortunately, my mother was quick-witted and grabbed the kitchen knife in my hand and said to me, "You can't peel it like this. Come, I'll teach you. " I saw my mother holding a knife in her hand, cutting a large piece of skin into small strips and saying, "Cutting strips is learned. You must cut each strip into small strips with a width of 1 cm and a length of 3 to 4 cm, so that the cut vegetables will look good. " The stinging skin must be flattened first and then cut from right to left. Pay attention to the posture of mother's left hand. Bend the index finger of the left hand to the little finger, stand side by side with the fingertip and press one centimeter away from the right side of the flat stinger skin. Holding a kitchen knife in his right hand, he chopped vertically next to his left fingernail. The right and left hands must cooperate well, cutting and retreating. After the right hand is cut off, the left hand should immediately retreat one centimeter, keeping the four fingers bent and the fingertips vertical. So as not to cut your finger. Come on, you try! "

I carefully picked up the kitchen knife and cut it one by one according to my mother's instructions. Hehe, it really worked. I am ecstatic.

This is just a small matter, but I have learned a truth: everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as you have confidence and patience, you will succeed!

The most memorable day

One day in June, the doll's face is really changeable!

On Children's Day, the sun was scorching, and we were sweating profusely. The burning sun hangs high in the air like a big fireball.

The performance is finally over, and we are preparing to go home. Unexpectedly, the clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds. Then a concert began in the sky. Lei Gong plays drums, electric dolls dance and rain dolls sing. They were happy, but we were almost soaked. What shall we do? The teacher is very clever. We quickly found a place to shelter from the rain, and all the students picked up by our parents left. We have to wait for the rain to stop quickly, or no one can leave.

At this moment, a familiar voice came into my ear: "Qingqing, Qingqing." I listen carefully, ah, it's mom! I was so excited that I ran out and hugged my mother tightly. I was too happy to speak. "Qingqing, cold? Mom brought you a dress, put it on quickly, and be careful to catch cold. " Mother said to me gently. "Thanks, Mom, I'm not cold." I am happy to say.

My mother and I got on the bike and the car moved slowly. The trees on both sides are swaying in the rain, as if cheering for their mother, and the grass is swaying, as if to say, "Be careful."

It was raining harder, but mother deliberately pushed the umbrella back. I said sadly, "mom, the umbrella leans back. Don't get wet." "Thank you, don't worry about mom, mom is not afraid of rain." Mom said with a smile. I slowly leaned against my mother's back. My mother's back is covered with water, which is cool, but I feel unusually warm.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally got home. As soon as I got home, I rushed into the bathroom, took a dry towel, dried my mother's head and called out kindly, "Mom."