Question

[Huyền Anh Kute]

Viết1 đoạn văn ngắn tả người = tiếng anh

Answer 1

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Ngan is one of my closefriends that I like most. She is not only my neighbour but also my classmate. She's rather tall and thin. Evereyboby recognizes her by a big glasses so they call her a funny nickname "a bookworm". She's very lovely with long hair, big eyes and warm smile. She has a beautiful long black hair with a pair of plaits. Ngan is a lovely and intelligent girl, she always has good marks in all subjects. So she's always in the top of the class but she's never haughty. She's a kind friend, she always helps friends to do difficult exercise. At a result, all friends in my class love her so much.

Answer 2

[Nguyễn Lê Thảo Nguyên]

Task:

Perhaps as a child everyone heard the lullaby, or the verse: "The big child is still my mother. Gone away, still under the mother's womb". And in this article, I will tell you about my wonderful mother - the mother who loves her child all her life.

My mother this year is over thirty years old, her mother's skin is no longer white anymore, but it has been tanned because we care about us. She has long black hair and she is always neatly folded in the back. Teeth well, white and always smile whenever something happy mother. My mother is not very tall, slightly skinny, looks very agile. Mom always busy with work is the market, the housework, go to work ... but she never cry hard or tired. Although busy, I still spend time with my children. She teaches me to learn, to do housework, to teach her the hardest things from her little jobs, she has to study carefully from small jobs onwards. Do well I always remember her words and try to do well.

I remember the day I was in class. One mother took me to school, before that she took her to visit the school, the night she encouraged the encouragement not to be missed in the early days of school. Then, when I knew that I wrote the word with my left hand, my mother persisted in writing her right hand every single day. Mother holding her hand tufted letters, molding each stroke so now I can go to clean the school's beautiful letter and win the prize, all thanks to her mother.

I remember once I was still young, that class was early. I wait for her mother at the school gate when a friend near my house asked me to walk home because school is not far away. As usual, when the mother's time to pick up the class saw that all. Mother hurried to ask the guard if there was any child waiting at the school gate but the guard said no. My mother panicked to find me, calling my father to see if he would pick me up but he is still doing. Needless to say, how worried she is. I went all the way, where my mother used to go out but not see. It's only when my father goes to work to see me at home and calls his mother. Mom came home tired. At this point I still do not know what caused the story so I still sit still. Then I hit you, this is the first time I hit you, I cry and my mother cried.

I was too young so I did not know what was the reason why my mother beat me. Later on a little bigger to know her hit me just because she was too worried for her, hit me because I did not listen to her mother. Until now I still can not forget the time when his mother hit him. Mom! I'm sorry At that time I did not understand to say sorry mother.

My teacher said: "Of all the wonders, the mother's heart is the greatest wonder." I will try to study well so you always laugh at me. Mom! I love Mom.