My favorite thing-roller skates.

Rusty nails, tongue sticking out two or three threads, worn brake pads, and wheels covered with sand. It is hard for you to imagine that it is my favorite thing.

I don't remember when it came into my life, nor what it looked like in my hands for the first time. I only remember the bits and pieces with it.

One autumn, I wore it on the road. Suddenly, I tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. Pedestrians on the road helped me up and asked, "Where is the child injured?" But the pain crowded out the sincere greetings from pedestrians. I only felt the noise in the street and heard nothing else. Blood flowed from my knees and elbows, and every time I raised my legs and waved my arms, it would cause pain all over my body.

I haven't worn it since. He stayed quietly in the garage. Every time, I don't look at him when I take or put my bike. Eight months later, in June this year, I wanted to wear it again, but it was too small for me to wear any more.

This leads me to a truth: if you don't understand the value of an item, you will forget it. When you think about it, it has lost its value. Hold on to things and don't let go.

Roller skates became my teacher and my favorite thing.

My beloved thing composition 2

Everyone will have something they love. A cat? A fish? What I like best is a pile of wood in my room.

I have many different types of building blocks. You can visit my house. My building blocks can cover our coffee table. I can put that little building block together for you in five minutes, so I'm too lazy to put it together at all. Play big if you want. In fact, if it costs more than 100, I can spell it in one day as long as I don't play, read or do my homework. That's a skill.

Playing with building blocks has a special ability, which can make my mood better. In the final exam of grade four, I got a score that I had never got before. I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk on the way home.

Going home is like seeing a life-saving grass. I played with the building blocks in despair, taking all the pieces apart and putting them together again. Gradually, I thanked him, and my troubles seemed to disappear.

Because of this, I take care of my building blocks carefully in all aspects. Once, my brother came to my house to sabotage and broke my building blocks. At that time, I was covered in black lines.

However, I can't fight. At least he is my brother.

Although the building block is just a toy, it brings me endless happiness.