admin 五年级作五年级写景作文：My room
Everyone has their own room, record the dribs and drabs for everyone. So is my room, my childhood, I have gone…
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The place where I dream -- -
Into a warm bed, feel very warm, it must be very comfortable bed, whole body is wrapped, like fell into the cotton. And my bed quilt on the bed is always a mess, in primary school get in the habit of - with bed after get up, also vain. After getting up in the morning, willy-nilly, no matter how charming waist quilt with appearance, I also ignore. So, my mother said I now in junior middle school students as an excuse to not fold the quilt. No way to ah, to no more tears…
I write my homework support person --
： I'll be free all day in the past, xi xi ha ha, just play with me, now is two ear not smell out the window of the show 《small woman, I'm flattered. Came home from school, even if there is a big thing is on one side 《like probably an exaggeration》 clock out homework, eyes followed suffering. Of course, the most hard is my desk, table piled up many books, a pen times table is, scratch paper, calculator, desk lamp has piled on the table. Mother gave me a pack for hundreds of times, I hope I can form a good habit, finally ended in failure. Today clean up neatly clean, maybe, tomorrow is at sixes and sevens. Into an artificial pig, so to speak, I am a hand without a subsequent party before, where you come from the book, after you have read, conveniently put aside, until come in handy, and disappeared, is ten times over the past looking for no clues. When used, and puzzling out again. Mother often said me: this sample now, how have when he grows up. I was a dummy eat rhizoma coptidis, have bitterness could not hurt…
Childhood storage cube --
Childhood is long and short, my closet is full of big small clothing, also full of good memories, big and small. Over a layer of a layer of clothes lying on the chest, waiting. Now, now of the chest, as the past is a mess, dress casually throw, sometimes dirty clothes to wash, by folding it into the wardrobe. To wear, my mother and I are big eye stares a small eye, can't, want to wear short clothes! Mother often said: "I who call you heap of the place, all day live nuclear! Poor you, cry of the destiny of man is this? ……
My room as a whole, I summarized a word: "mess", it goes without saying that everything is in a mess, you don't get into such a bad habit!!
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The place where I dream -- -
Into a warm bed, feel very warm, it must be very comfortable bed, whole body is wrapped, like fell into the cotton. And my bed quilt on the bed is always a mess, in primary school get in the habit of - with bed after get up, also vain. After getting up in the morning, willy-nilly, no matter how charming waist quilt with appearance, I also ignore. So, my mother said I now in junior middle school students as an excuse to not fold the quilt. No way to ah, to no more tears…
I write my homework support person --
： I'll be free all day in the past, xi xi ha ha, just play with me, now is two ear not smell out the window of the show 《small woman, I'm flattered. Came home from school, even if there is a big thing is on one side 《like probably an exaggeration》 clock out homework, eyes followed suffering. Of course, the most hard is my desk, table piled up many books, a pen times table is, scratch paper, calculator, desk lamp has piled on the table. Mother gave me a pack for hundreds of times, I hope I can form a good habit, finally ended in failure. Today clean up neatly clean, maybe, tomorrow is at sixes and sevens. Into an artificial pig, so to speak, I am a hand without a subsequent party before, where you come from the book, after you have read, conveniently put aside, until come in handy, and disappeared, is ten times over the past looking for no clues. When used, and puzzling out again. Mother often said me: this sample now, how have when he grows up. I was a dummy eat rhizoma coptidis, have bitterness could not hurt…
Childhood storage cube --
Childhood is long and short, my closet is full of big small clothing, also full of good memories, big and small. Over a layer of a layer of clothes lying on the chest, waiting. Now, now of the chest, as the past is a mess, dress casually throw, sometimes dirty clothes to wash, by folding it into the wardrobe. To wear, my mother and I are big eye stares a small eye, can't, want to wear short clothes! Mother often said: "I who call you heap of the place, all day live nuclear! Poor you, cry of the destiny of man is this? ……
My room as a whole, I summarized a word: "mess", it goes without saying that everything is in a mess, you don't get into such a bad habit!!
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