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I make friends with the Monkey King.
I make friends with the Monkey King.

2020-11-10 friends

No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So, how to write a composition? The following is an essay compiled by Bian Xiao, my friend from the Monkey King. It is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

One day in the summer vacation, I sat on the sofa and watched Journey to the West with relish. After watching three episodes in one breath, I was exhausted and fell asleep unconsciously.

In a daze, suddenly, the wind blew hard, flying sand and stones, and in the blink of an eye, it was dark. Then, the lightning flashed on the window and a big monster with blue face and fangs appeared. It is eight feet tall, with eyes much bigger than lanterns, mouth wide open, tongue more than one meter long and palm bigger than a banana fan. I was so scared that I was sweating. I called out to my parents, but I couldn't. The monster approached me step by step, and suddenly the Monkey King's cry came from the sky: "Where did the monster escape?" Blow my old grandson. " . The Monkey King took out his golden cudgel, and the monster was scared out of her wits. Kneel down and beg for mercy: "Sun, spare me!" ! The Monkey King kicked the monster and said, "Get out". The monster ran away in fright and disappeared without a trace.

The monster ran away, and I took out bananas and peaches. The Monkey King's mouth is watering. Come and eat quickly. I said to the Monkey King, "Let's make friends"! The Monkey King readily agreed. The Monkey King took me to play in the sky. He was afraid that I would be discovered by the heavenly soldiers, so he blew a mouthful of dust and put me in the sleeve like a teacup. In the Heavenly Palace, I saw a magnificent palace, Chang 'e as beautiful as flowers and jade, a strong giant god. ...

The Monkey King suddenly remembered that his master was still suffering from the monster and left. I thought to myself: if there is no somersault cloud, I will fall apart. I woke up and realized it was a dream!