1. My favorite thing Essay 400 My favorite thing Bicycle In this hot season, my father gave me a special gift-a brand new bicycle.

When my father bought this car, he not only wanted me to fully control the bicycle, but most importantly, he wanted me to treat cycling as a sport.

On this day, he took me to the bicycle store. As soon as I entered, I was surrounded by all kinds of bicycles. I looked left and right. I liked every one. Dad fell in love with a Cage.

I also particularly like the brand’s folding bicycle, so this bike has its new owner—me.

This car is purple, equipped with a sky blue cloth basket, a lock that can be extended one meter, and a small black bell. It matches my liking perfectly!

Moreover, as long as you ride the car, its wheels will emit colorful lights, which is even more beautiful at night!

Everyone knows that girls definitely like beautiful things, so I like this car even more!

In addition, the bicycle is very light and easy to ride. It is very easy to ride on flat roads. You can ride it for a long distance. When I sit on it, my feet just touch the ground. It can be said that it is tailor-made for me!

As soon as I bought it, my heart felt itchy. I asked my dad for his opinion, and he said he would take me to the underground parking lot to practice. I was so happy, so I walked in the parking lot of the community under my dad's sight.

After going around in a circle, I was a little nervous at first, but then I got used to it and boldly tried to ride faster. Then I found that riding fast is much more stable than riding slow.

When my father found out that I was good at riding, he agreed to ride a bicycle with me every day. I was so happy: It turns out that there is such a good bicycle!

This is my beloved bicycle, I hope it can accompany me through summer after summer.

2. Key points of a 500-word essay on my beloved things: 1. Only by looking for things you really like can you express your true feelings. 2. You can add more details to describe the essay: I like as many things as fish in the water.

I can’t even count them clearly.

For example, there are novel toys, beautiful pictures, multifunctional pencil boxes, delicious burgers, lively and cute little white rabbits... But my favorite thing is a beautiful scooter.

On my seventh birthday, my father gave me a colorful scooter. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it.

When I first started learning to ride a scooter, I wasn’t very good at it.

I stood on the scooter and fell down as soon as I stood on it.

I got up again and again and fell down again and again.

But I still didn't learn it, so I wanted to give up. When my father saw it, he encouraged him and said, "You must learn to master the skills of learning a scooter, and you must have a perseverance. Come on!" Listen!

After hearing what my father said, I suddenly realized.

Before every practice, I have to mentally think about how to learn the scooter skills and practice hard again and again.

Although my whole body hurts every time I fall, I will never give up.

Finally I learned how to ride a scooter!

But I'm not very skilled at skating yet.

I made up my mind: I will definitely make the scooter better and better!

So, after I finished my homework every day, I went to the square in the community to practice scooting.

That's it, practice day after day.

Finally, my hard work paid off. Not only did I master the skills of riding a scooter, but I also became very fast.

Dad looked at it with a happy smile on his face, and my face was also filled with the joy of success.

Since then, scooters have become my favorite.

Because it not only brought me joy, but also made me deeply understand the truth that persistence to the end is victory.

3. A 500-word essay on my beloved thing My beloved thing When I was young, the puppy Shasha was my beloved thing.

It brought me joy and laughter in my childhood.

It is a butterfly dog. Its fur is yellow and white. Its big ears usually stand upright. As long as I touch them, they will droop down and swing back and forth.

It sniffs here and there with its little black nose all day long, which is very cute.

Every day when I get out of school, Shasha will wait for me at the door with my slippers in her mouth. When she sees me, she will wag her tail desperately and circle next to me.

It is also a complete snack food. When it is time to eat, it runs to the dining table more actively than anyone else. With its head raised high, its big dark eyes shine with desire like light bulbs. It keeps licking its little black nose with its tongue.

He kept saying "uh huh".

Shasha especially likes to run outside. Once it reaches the big lawn of the community, it doesn't want to go home.

When it's time to go home, it often stays there, like a puddle of mud that refuses to go away.

At this time, I couldn't pull it away, so I could only use a bigger trick - tempting it with "delicious food".

I waved a biscuit in front of it and it followed me home obediently.

Rusty is a human being. There were times when I was scolded and cried by my parents. Everyone ignored me. Only it quietly ran over and lay at my feet. Its little fleshy feet were still on my legs to comfort me.