Top 13 Hilarious Essays by Students

Essay 1:

Our family owns a buffalo. It’s so cute. Every day, my mother ties it up in the corner of the porch. It wears a lovely pink ribbon around its neck. It eats very little rice. It has a delicate, oval-shaped face.

Essay 2:

Three seasons of blooming Ban flowers have passed, and our teacher had to say goodbye to us and return to the lowlands. The entire village gathered to bid farewell to him with great sadness. As for me, I kept watching him leave until he became so small, like the size of our dog, before I turned back towards the village.

The sound of the drum echoed, signaling the start of the class. The chaos of running and playing came to an end. Everyone quickly took their seats. Books were neatly arranged on the desks. Our teacher entered the classroom. The students stood up to greet her. She wore a beautiful floral Ao Dai. Her hair was smooth and flowed down to her waist. She placed her black bag on the desk and gently asked, "Is there anyone who has paid the fees today?"

Our family lives in the city, so we don’t have chickens, but my father says that our family is like a flock of chickens: he’s the rooster, my mother is the hen, and I’m the chick. Every morning, the rooster washes and hangs the clothes, feeds the chick, while the chick gets ready with books, has breakfast, and follows the rooster to school. Meanwhile, the hen is busy with makeup and perfume before heading to work.

Essay 1: Describing a Starfruit Tree

Our family doesn’t have any fruit trees, but I love the starfruit tree in our neighbor’s garden. Every day after school, I sneak over to their yard to pick some fruits.

Essay 2: Describing a Banana Tree

We have a big banana tree in our garden. Every afternoon, I climb up the tree to enjoy the cool breeze. As I climb, the branches sway gently in the wind.

Essay 1:

Our family has a rooster. It looks very beautiful with its entire body covered in a golden color. It doesn’t know how to crow or do much else. Its beak is often holding a rose. My mother usually places it on the altar to offer incense to our ancestors.

Essay 2:

The newly hatched rooster at our house is so adorable. Its head is as big as a fist, while its body is as large as two fists put together.

Essay 1:

I have a very close friend named Trung Hiếu. His eyes are as black as two seeds of a cherimoya. His skin is as white as snow. His hair is as black as ebony. His lips are as red as lipstick. Every day, my friend and I often invite each other to go to school.

Essay 2:

I have a very close friend named Châu. This year, Châu is 10 years old, in the same class, and lives next to my house. Châu has a well-balanced physique, short, neat hair, and carries himself proudly like a fighting rooster ready for battle. Châu’s eyes are deep and black, his mouth is wide, and his skin is fair. Châu is quiet and rarely speaks, but once he speaks, he’s determined. Châu wears black rubber sandals that are half-worn out.

Our house is not far from school, and every day I walk along that small road. On sunny days, it’s fine, but during the rainy season, the water floods up to my waist.

Essay 1:

My mother’s name is Hiền. She isn’t very beautiful, but even the butcher at the end of the street has to look up at her. My mother is very hardworking. She works from dawn until evening every day. If the mother of Trần Nhật Minh is a gentle breeze, then my mother is a whirlwind. When she comes home, she sweeps the yard clean, picking up the guava leaves, stones, and unripe fruits that we’ve scattered during the afternoon. She tucks the pigs into their peaceful sleep, then throws her muddy clothes into the wash. In short, my mother can tidy everything, except for one person who is always drunk—my father. My mother is also very skillful with her hands. The vegetable patch she tends doesn’t require seeds, and within just a few days, it’s full of delicious spinach. She makes the best soups with this spinach, mixed with some wild herbs, so tasty! Besides soups, she can also boil eggs and cook meat. Her boiled dishes are never too salty. So delicious!

Essay 2:

One day, my mother gave me two hard slaps on my bottom. It turned out that my teacher had told her,
- "Sister, your child (who always asks me to go blow his nose) is struggling with Vietnamese."
- "Oh, really?" my mother replied with the look of a “lioness from Hà Đông.”
When she slapped me, her face looked like a “dinosaur” about to devour me.

Essay 1:

We don’t have a dog at home. When we do get one, I will describe it.

Essay 2:

There are many animals that I like, but my favorite is the dog. Not only do I like them, but my father also likes them a lot. Every weekend or end of the month, my father asks my mother to make some dog meat, because my mother doesn’t have much money, so she buys only one kilogram, and then she either boils it or cooks it with plum wine. That evening, my father and I really enjoy it.

Essay 3:

There are many animals I like, but my favorite is the dog. Not only do I like them, but my father also enjoys them. Every weekend or end of the month, my father tells my mother to make dog meat, but since my mother doesn’t have much money, she buys only one kilogram, and then she either boils it or cooks it with plum wine. That evening, both my father and I love it.

Essay 4:

Our house has a new-born dog, and it’s so well-behaved. It finishes a large pot of porridge, about the size of a rice pot, every meal. Whenever I come home from school, it rushes to me as if I am its mother.

Essay 1:

At home, we have a father named Đào Sơn Tùng. Every day, he simply goes out to earn money and then returns to lie down at home. Even Grandma, the oldest in the house, must work, while Dad is the only one who doesn't. When it's time for meals, we call him repeatedly, and he says, 'Wait a minute.' After dinner, when the family cleans up, he just picks up his phone to play Thiên Hạ Vô Song. Even though I am small, I have to feed him mangoes. From now on, I won’t be his maid anymore! I love him, but not too much.

Essay 2:

At home, we have a father named Đỗ Mạnh Hà. Every day, he goes out to earn money and returns home to lie down. Even Grandma, the oldest in the family, has to work, while Dad is the only one who does nothing. When it's time for meals, we call him several times, and he says, 'Wait a moment.' After dinner, when the family cleans up, he doesn't help and just sits down to chat with students. I, as the little one, must feed him mangoes. From now on, I won't be his maid anymore. I love him, but just a little.

Essay 1:

My teacher is as tall as the flamboyant tree in the schoolyard. She never walks fast unless she's in a hurry. Her eyes are like two longan seeds. Beneath her straight nose are two nostrils, steadily breathing in and out. She has a beautiful figure, with legs as straight and slender as two upside-down banana trees. Her head is as big as a cake box, and her arms resemble the branches of the flower tree in my house.

Essay 2:

Since the beginning of grade 5, I have met many teachers, and one of the teachers who taught me in grade 5 was Mrs. Nga. She has a round face with sparkling eyes that are as round as two longan seeds. Her skin is as white as paper. Her hair is dark and shiny, with a beautiful style. Her face is slightly chubby, but still very pretty. Mrs. Nga is like my mother. Every time she smiles, she brings so much joy. She’s kind and when she cooks, she stirs the vegetables evenly, but when someone makes her angry, she becomes quite fierce. Sometimes she’s happy, sometimes she’s sad, but I really like her. I love Mrs. Nga very much, she’s like my mother.

Essay 3:

My teacher has smooth, baby-soft skin. Her neck is as long as 3 meters, resembling my chicken. Her forehead has many wrinkles because she stays up late preparing lessons for us. Her hands are rough but a bit saggy since she writes on the blackboard so much. She often tells us, 'You guys are the most stubborn and difficult students to teach.' I really love my teacher.

Essay 4:

My teacher is gentle, but slightly chubby. She wears her short hair neatly tied behind, and when she walks, her hair swings like the tail of the piglet at home when I feed it. She has bowed legs, and once I overheard my mother telling another mom that with such legs, she’ll find it easier to give birth in the future.

Essay 1:

At home, we have a grandfather who does nothing but sleep under a blanket all day. When it's time for a meal, he pokes his head out and asks, 'Is the rice ready yet?'

Essay 2:

We have a grandfather at home. The thing he treasures most is his fedora. Every time he wears it, it looks just like an upside-down tray.

Essay 1:

It has been three seasons since the Ban flowers bloomed, and our teacher had to say goodbye to us to return to the lowlands. The whole village and hamlet came to bid him farewell with heavy hearts. I stood there, watching him leave until he became smaller and smaller, until he was the size of my dog, and only then did I turn back to the village.

Essay 2:

It has been three seasons since the Ban flowers bloomed, and our teacher had to say goodbye to us to return to the lowlands. The whole village and hamlet came to bid him farewell with heavy hearts. I stood there, watching him leave until he became smaller and smaller, until he was the size of my dog, and only then did I turn back to the village.