小學英語作文介紹朋友

　　朋友是什麼?是溫暖的陽光?陰霾時照不到心上;是溫潤的雨露?天晴時灑不下晶瑩;或是清爽的和風?吹不回枯萎的快樂。下面是小編給大家精心挑選的，希望大家喜歡!供你參考和閱讀!

　　篇1

　　"Hook, you're my best friend..." A familiar song, a beautiful melody. I think of my good friend.

　　Xiao ye is my best friend after the hook. Xiao ye is one of my friends and my best friend. Although we are apart, our friendship is very close. Let me introduce you to my good friend. Because some of it is private so keep it secret! Xiao ye's real name is CYX herself. She is 11 years old as I am. She is in yueyang, I am in chenzhou. Thin bamboo leaf is a very lovely girl, because all are students, coupled with thin bamboo leaves her parents tube is very strict, we only have 5 evenings and week 6 can chat on Sunday, so little time together, but we have a chat is ￣ 1 to 2 hours, thin bamboo leaves 1 - week 4 oh? No. I received a message that shocked me. I was embarrassed. "Later I did not talk to me is my mother give me if it is will take the initiative to talk to you on my own because my mother thinks you're a guy," this is a thin bamboo leaf send me information... Until Friday night that I asked thin bamboo leaves, thin bamboo leaves her mom if I were boys, and her mother doesn't allow thin bamboo leaves and heterosexual contacts, thin bamboo leaf is a darling girl, and her mother explain bad may also!!!! So we had to sneak in. There is nothing to say about such friendships. Such friendship is like a guff, but I find that we have nothing to talk about, and the walls of friendship are stronger and stronger, and no one can destroy it.

　　Our friendship, like a spring breeze, smiles in the air. There is no boundary between friendship and friendship. We are all "yi" family. Just hope don't like thin bamboo leaf Zhang Siyi that kind of person is good, I believe that the thin bamboo leaf is not that kind of person, thin bamboo leaf is very cute, very good, is a people see people love, see flowers blossom, workshop a flat tire of the good girl.

　　Xiao ye, you are my best friend forever.

　　篇2

　　My friends have a lot of playmates and sisters in kindergarten. And now, you're the only one who wants to write.

　　You're the first friend I met in elementary school. As "tomboy" some of our "chance", do you like playing basketball, let people worship on the court, but everyday, but I was the only this one "iron elder brothers". You taught me how to play basketball, but I didn't learn how to do it. I wanted to take the opportunity to "retaliate" and you made me laugh.

　　We are always together, always laughing and walking on the way to school, fighting and messing with each other's hair. Laughing, let the sunset drag our shadows happily. On weekdays, you always let me, and we never had a fight. B: well, I still play you "brother".

　　We spent five years together. On that day, I graduated from primary school, and I said, I wish we could get a class in junior middle school, but you laughed and told me that you are going to go to junior high school in another city. I'm sorry. I want you to fill in the same book. What you left me is a blank. You say to me, our friendship, we do not need this kind of proof and connection, we are always best friends.

　　How are you doing in four years? Are you still playing your favorite basketball, like a tomboy? Have you ever studied basketball and comic books? ......

　　Our friendship, there is no such thing as the magnificent painting of the big events of the world, the make the gods cry, and the simple painting of a simple life. In my heart this picture is so vivid and colorful! Surely, we must remember this friendship

　　篇3

　　My childhood was spent in the countryside, when my family was not rich, and there was only one room in the country, and my early childhood was accompanied by my grandfather. So, he is my most knowledgeable friend.

　　My grandfather was not tall, thin, and a little hunchback. The face was lined with wrinkles and dried up. The eyes are cloudy and the teeth are yellow. Every morning in the village, there is an old song from the village: "east is red, the sun is rising, and the east is a MAO..." The song was loud and clear, and I was also influenced by my grandfather, and I learned to sing along. Every morning, I and grandpa went to the village, grandpa playing erhu, I sing, to put our every at this time the people in the village in a circle, after I finished, the village people shouted to another, grandpa is ignored, collected things took me home. I asked my grandfather, "why don't you sing one again?" "Everything needs to be done," said the father, "and then I will go to work, and leave a dull standing there."

　　Grandpa is my first teacher, he taught me to be frugal, and taught me how to be a man.

　　At dinner one time, I quickly finished my meal and said happily: "yeah, I eat first." My grandfather looked at my rice bowl and said gravely, "do you think our family is rich? I tell you, we are poor and we can't afford to do this." Very not the taste, I heard this tears it down, grandpa saw moderate tone say: "good boy, don't cry, you know how food?" "I shook my head, and my grandfather went on," the food is the farmer's uncle's hard work. You can't waste it!" I nodded, half-understood and nodded. I picked it up and ate it, and my grandfather smiled.

　　Grandpa had died for six years now, but his chun chun teachings from time to time appear in my mind, I can't forget, I believe that grandpa's soul will bless me, I believe that grandpa watching my every move, grandpa I love you!