My favorite toy is a bear, and I named it "DuDu".
My "DuDu" is very cute. "DuDu" is furry and comfortable to touch. "DuDu" is mostly khaki. DuDu's two small ears grow on a round furry head. Doodle's ears are khaki behind and white in front. Dudu's eyes are round and black, and they feel smooth. Between the two black eyes is a "DuDu" nose, which protrudes in a triangle. Below is a curved mouth. Bear's toot-toot hand is on its leg. "DuDu" has no fingers, and the palm of "DuDu" is round. Dudu has a bear head on his left hand side. There is a red love under the bear's head. Love says "bare", which means bear in Chinese. Dudu sat with his legs flat. Dudu's feet are white. Several flowers are embroidered on the feet, and the green branches and leaves connect the flowers. This is my lovely bear-"DuDu".
This little bear belonged to me when I was a child. I've been crying. My mother bought it for me to comfort me. I always sleep with Dudu, which has become my habit. I have always regarded DuDu as alive. Whenever DuDu falls to the ground, I will immediately pick it up and hold it in my arms. Whenever I do something wrong, my parents will beat me and scold me. I will run into the room crying and complain to it with a toot. Dudu looked at me affectionately, his mouth curved, as if he were smiling at me. I looked at DuDu and DuDu, as if to say to me, "Never mind, be strong in the future and be obedient next time." Whenever I watch DuDu, I feel much better.
In this way, "DuDu" became my favorite toy.
I have many toys piled up in a small storage room at home, but my favorite toy is greedy dog, which is the most interesting toy my parents bought me.
This greedy dog is so proud. It holds its head high and its eyes are bright. It's terrible!
It has a well-proportioned figure, yellow hair and looks smooth and tidy. Its tail is a small switch. As long as it is pressed, its head will shake, as if to say, "Hello, my little master." I like greedy dogs because they can "talk"!
Whenever I am sad, it looks at me with gentle eyes, as if to comfort me: "Little master, don't be sad, I will accompany you." Whenever I am happy, it looks at me with happy eyes, as if to congratulate me: "Little master, you are great!" " "Slowly, I became more and more attached to greedy dogs, and I was like peas and carrots. When children come to my house, I will introduce my greedy dog first. You have to hold it when you sleep at night to fall asleep. In the evening, I had a dream that my greedy dog turned into a real puppy. It's really fun to play on the grass with me. My mother woke me up in the morning. I hurried to find my greedy dog and saw it lying quietly beside me as before. Oh, I had an interesting dream!
My family has two toy swords, one is small and the other is big. I like the big one best.
The big sword I bought in Langshan this year. This is an iron sword. Although it is made of iron, it is not easy to hurt people because the corners are not sharp. The shell of the big iron sword is also engraved with the words "town house to ward off evil spirits". Look at the blade again. Carved with the words "Kaiguang Town House Sword". There is a sting pattern on the back of the blade, which looks very delicate.
I like this sword very much. When I am free at night, I will take out my sword to play; After you finish your homework during the holiday, take it out to play. It has become my indispensable friend!
I remember once, I took out a big iron sword to play with. Playing, I found that the lock cap on the sword fell off. When the lock cap fell off, the sword was scattered and lost with the sharp spikes of the sword. I lost my lock cap and sword stab, as if I had lost my soul. I've looked everywhere, but I can't find it. I'm going crazy with anxiety. In desperation, my mother had to replace the lock cap on the small iron sword with the big iron sword. After this incident, I never dare to go out to play with a big iron sword again.
The big iron sword is my favorite and my loyal partner.
Every time I see those two lovely white toy dogs at home, I feel a warm current in my heart.
This happened when I was five years old. That night was Christmas. Will Santa Claus give me a present? My grandma: What gift will Santa Claus give me? Grandma said, go to bed early. What gift do you want? Maybe Santa Claus will give you something. I fell asleep happily.
The next day, I found a big and lovely white toy dog next to me. I shouted excitedly: Santa Claus really gave me a present!
On my sixth birthday, I still believe that Santa Claus will give me a toy dog. I went to bed early as usual, and the next morning, a little toy dog really appeared again.
But when I was seven years old, I didn't receive a gift. I was very sad, so I asked my grandmother: Grandma, am I disobedient and naughty? Santa Claus won't give me presents. Grandma squinted and said that your parents bought you all the gifts in the past. Then I realized that there is no Santa Claus. It was my parents.
I thought to myself: it's always my parents who give me gifts no matter how late or how far away, in order not to disappoint me. I looked at the heavy snow outside the window and thought my parents loved me. The next day, I still received a gift.
Is it just a toy dog my parents gave me? No, they gave me not only toy dogs, but also their deep love.
Paper airplanes are the most sincere toys for all children. It is with us day after day. However, in retrospect, it seems to be a distant memory.
Today, I relive this joy again. Today's lesson is to fold paper planes.
I got a piece of paper-I can't believe it's an origami plane! I started the familiar way of folding, folding in half, folding corners, and then folding in half … everything is like that. But the picture of a child suddenly appeared in front of me. I ran to the alley next door with a book, and a partner was waiting for me there. We tore off the books page by page, and the paper plane drew a beautiful arc in the air. Everything is like fleeting thoughts, with a burst of cheerful laughter, challenging the distance of flight again and again, which will never change in my heart.
By the way, everything is arranged. Next, we take turns flying. Looking at the smiling faces of my classmates, I feel nervous. I wonder if the technology of the past few years can be maintained today. It's finally time for me to play. I looked down and a warm picture came to my mind. I threw it out at lightning speed. But it fell off in a few seconds. I was satisfied with this flight, because I flew my plane again.
Life is so short, and good things are rare. Children, what a happy and beautiful season. Although it reminds me that it is really hard, it has passed, and there is no chance to recover everything. Just like my partner who accompanied me on the plane for more than five years, he has left me. All good things must come to an end. Seize every day now, don't do unnecessary things, especially good friends, but cherish them!