『一』Composition "The Story of My Deskmate and Me" is a 500-word essay about a female classmate

Speaking of my deskmate, I can’t help but see that familiar face in front of me. How is she doing?

When she first became my deskmate, I was really worried for a long time. She was too quiet, but I was very outgoing, and I was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to stand me. However, we were on the same page. It was surprisingly harmonious.

She is the representative of the art class, firstly because she is good at painting, and secondly, the teacher wants to take the opportunity to train her. Maybe it's because she studied art, but she always exudes a faint artistic atmosphere, which makes me worry a lot. She is the "finishing touch" in my art class assignments, and I get "A" every time. , almost making other students jealous to death.

Whether it is in class or after class, she chooses to remain silent, so that her classmates ignore her existence. She is neither outstanding nor flamboyant. If I were to find a word to describe her, it should be "Xiaojiabiyu"! When the teacher was in class, she buried her head low, but the teacher "couldn't get along" with her and asked her for answers again and again. She stood up, but still lowered her head, as if there was gold on the ground. Her answering voice was soft, a bit ethereal, not quite real, as if it had been blown away by the wind. Once she couldn't answer, she felt uncomfortable with her hands. She didn't know where to put them, so she had to hold the corners of her clothes tightly and rub them repeatedly. Two blushes immediately appeared on her face. She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, and her lower lip suddenly turned red. Many of them looked up, and seeing the embarrassment on her face, the teacher had no choice but to give up.

I admire her very much. No matter what aspect she is in, she can always give people an unexpected feeling, including going to the cafeteria to grab food. This is an uncivilized thing, but what she does is perfect.

The clock is ticking, and get out of class ends in two minutes. The students are all very energetic. This one packed his schoolbag, that one took his meal card, and one even tied his shoelaces. As soon as the bell rang, the students filed out. People flowed into the canteen like a tide. I was very puzzled and asked: "Why don't you go? It's too late and you can't eat." "You can't get it this way." She laughed, picked up two books, and trotted towards the cafeteria with me. Almost everyone in the cafeteria was crowded in the place where they bought food. There were only a few people at the dining table, and there were still people crowding in at the door. She swung her black ponytail, threw it with her backhand, and "bang bang", two books fell on the dining table. She turned back into the crowd, and after a while, she brought out two pots of vegetables. Then, she handed them to me, elegantly put away the books on the dining table, and started eating. She did all this with ease, and a smile flashed across her face. The corner of her mouth. Other students were still upset that they couldn't get a spot!

My classmates always leave me with too many memories, whether good or bad. With memories, my previous primary school career is full and full, not just a shell. I sincerely wish our deskmates and you, your deskmates, the best.

『二』Composition - The story of me and my deskmate

My deskmate

In several years of primary school life, my deskmate has been my study My partner is also my good friend. But this semester, I am sitting at the same table with a girl named Li. Speaking of which, we are really enemies of each other. She and I are sworn enemies.

She is quite delicate, with a small cherry-like mouth under her big watery eyes. But she is a bit aggressive. Alas, she and I may have to experience the "roar of a lion from the east of the river" when we are "across the river".

There is a "borderline" between us. Anyone who dares to "cross the border" will suffer a lot. As time goes by, neither of us wants to stay in this "military confrontation" place.

In a math class, I encountered a question that I didn’t know, so I asked the classmates around me, but none of my classmates knew. I had no choice but to ask her. Unexpectedly, she was "ignorant of praise" and almost didn't even read the questions. She also said, "How can a 'stupid' like me solve a question that even a 'genius' can't do?" Humph, she said this, but I saw a large piece of it written densely in her notebook, and I knew she was deceiving and laughing at me. I really wanted to "militarily strike", but if she took out the "Female Iron Sand Palm" and then used the "overwhelming" move, followed by the "Double Dragons Leaving the Cave" move, it would have beaten me "half to death", so I Don’t dare to “cross the border”.

People can’t be annoying in every aspect. She also has advantages, that is, she is good at painting; she has superb painting skills, the scenes are vivid and the people are lifelike... Every time I see her, I get excited When painting, we all "look at the painting with our bodies and wander in the middle of the painting." Do you think her painting skills are "magic painting (superb)"?

Some deskmates are my study partners, and some deskmates are my good friends. This "enemy" will always remain in my heart

"三" Write a composition about a deskmate (a story about a deskmate)

1.

When you hear the word "deskmate", you must not Strange because you see him every day. Of course, countless stories will also happen between the same tablemates. Some are like a cup of light boiled water, laughed away; some are like black tea with ice, with a long aftertaste. In short, the stories between the tablemates are varied, some are happy and some are sad. Xiao He Composition Network zww.cn

My deskmate is a thin boy. It is obvious at a glance how anorexic he is, just like a person suffering from famine in a certain area. He loves to play games and sing.

No, as the self-study class came, he began to show off his singing voice again: "I hold the meteor crescent knife in my hand, shouting the slogan of the moon, sign up for whoever is ahead, if you have the ability, don't run away ..." "Wow! Wow! Wow! It costs money for others to sing!" I really want to wake him up and see if he has a "fever". But no matter what I called him, he kept singing, lost in the singing, wandering in the singing, and no matter how angry anyone roared, he still refused to stop.

Everyone has a moment to show off his power. Just when I was about to snatch his Chinese book, his singing stopped abruptly and he roared at me, "Do you know that it is extremely impolite to disturb others?" You should understand this!" I replied angrily: "But you have made it impossible for the neighbors to learn, do you understand?" He was unreasonable and said "Bah, bah" twice. Not to be outdone, I continued to challenge: "Do you know how much I spent on trying to get you to stop!" We kept arguing, but no one would give in. He had no gentlemanly manners at all and no courtesy. Finally, we thought of a fair solution, so we formulated the "Five Chapters of Agreement", which is as follows:

Five Chapters of Agreement

Party A: Su Shiqi

Party B: Yao Siyu

Party A and Party B must abide by the following agreements while they are at the same table:

1. Party B shall not throw garbage in Party A’s garbage bag.

2. Party A is not allowed to copy Party B’s answers when doing the questions.

3. If the other party is in difficulty, you must help.

4. Party A and Party B are not allowed to leave the boundary.

5. Party A shall not borrow any stationery from Party B.

×Year×Month×Day

The agreement calmed down the storm. Although we no longer quarrel, we will never forgive each other. It’s hard to say that you don’t forgive, but it’s actually very difficult to do it. For example, when the teacher asks our classmates to discuss problems, we can’t be speechless... Hey, agreement, agreement! You are the tool to calm the storm, you let the story of your deskmate continue...

2.

"Tomorrow will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Will you still remember it tomorrow?" I miss you who cried the most."

A campus song casts a hazy veil over the "deskmates" on campus, making people have endless thoughts. The confiding words and the simple and beautiful melody made the originally ordinary relationship become a bit more ambiguous and sweet, turning it into a beautiful memory.

Recently, some media launched a survey on "deskmates" based on this song. One question was: "Do you still remember this lyrics? Do you recall your deskmates?" ”

Yes, “Do you recall your deskmate?” This sentence really brought back my memories of student life. Those past events that had faded away long ago drifted into sight again. It's a pity that our generation was born at the wrong time. It seems that none of our deskmates at that time had the romantic sentiment that makes people yearn for it, as described in the song. Although it is a bit boring to recall, it also bears the mark of an era, so you might as well let your thoughts drift in the wind for a while.

From elementary school to university, in more than ten years of school life, I can’t remember how many classmates I had. There were men and women among them, most of them passed by each other, and not many left a deep impression.

My childhood sweetheart, my deskmate in elementary school, has no more stories except for some naughty children’s pranks. That year, one of my high school classmates was traveling far away. I went to the station to see her off, and by chance I met someone who was traveling with her. During the conversation, I learned that she was my primary school classmate. To be honest, I can't remember her name. She also looked familiar to me, so she tactfully mentioned my elementary school experience, thus confirming our classmate relationship. We were in a hurry and didn't have time to reminisce about the past. Afterwards, my high school classmate wrote a letter, mentioning this elementary school classmate, saying that this classmate once sat at the same table with me and heard some stories about my elementary school days from my deskmate. My deskmate said that I was a bit naughty and domineering when I was a child. I once drew a chalk line on the desk and did not allow my deskmate’s arms to cross the line. I couldn't remember such a thing happening, but when she mentioned it, it seemed like it had happened. Moreover, I remember that many classmates were like this at that time, they were just naughty and had no more meaning.

After entering middle school, "we are just the same teenagers who are in their prime". As we grow up, we may not necessarily have a romantic interest occasionally, but there are not many ambiguous things that happen between our classmates. Maybe it's because the tablemates are too close and are in contact with each other every day, so there are no more daydreams. What's more, at that time, the class implemented a gang of one and a pair of red students. The teacher always arranged two students who were good at studying and the other was bad to sit together. You can imagine what kind of sparks this kind of helping relationship can create.

The people who are most likely to have sparks and emotions are students in the university. However, as the first class of college students to resume the college entrance examination after the Cultural Revolution, we senior students already had families when we went to college. Every day, I walk into class with the smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all over my body to listen to the teacher's lectures, and then I go home with my parents, wife and children with my head full of mathematics, physics and chemistry texts. I don't have any more distractions. A lifetime of youth has been exhausted in more than ten years of turmoil. The wasted years have made us more pragmatic, and we no longer have the romantic interest in the song. It is said that today's college students are already in pairs before leaving school, and even rent a house outside the school to live together. This was unimaginable before the 1980s.

In my college class, there were only five girls per ***. And I was very lucky to sit at the same table with one of them, and to be honest, she was the most beautiful among the five golden flowers. However, the age difference makes me always think of my niece who is slightly older than her when I see her. It was the ten-year Cultural Revolution that disrupted the seniority in the school. Otherwise, how could we be classmates?

Last year was the 30th anniversary of the graduation of the Class of ’77 college students. My classmates gathered at my alma mater from all over the world, and I met my college classmate again. The innocent childish student back then has now matured into a charming and charming woman. "Who tied up your long hair and made you a wedding dress?" I hadn't seen you for many years and wanted to be humorous, so I casually said the lyrics from the song at the beginning of this article. After hearing this, she said calmly: "It was written by Gao Xiaosong." I immediately withdrew my humor and said, "Yes." It can be seen that even with exaggerated techniques, it is difficult to find scenes that can be performed from our tablemates. For us, being at the same table is just a passing experience a few years ago due to specific historical origins.

In any case, that song is beautifully written, so beautiful that hearing it makes today’s young students envious and even a little jealous.

『四』The story of my deskmates and me, 600 words

From the first grade of primary school to the second grade of junior high school, I had many deskmates, each of whom had their own unique style and sense of humor. But what I will never forget is my deskmate this year: Xu Xiaoqi. He gave me many good memories, even the memories of the fights were good ones.

When I was just at the same table with him, he called me my nickname "Carp Fat", which made me very angry (I was not familiar with him, I only chatted with him a few times in my first year of junior high school) I fought hard with him, and it didn't take long for him to beg for mercy. I became good friends with him in just three days, and he was very kind to me. I remember a few days ago, a classmate stole my homework and copied it, but I didn’t sue the teacher. Later, the teacher found out. I felt aggrieved and was scolded by the teacher until I cried. Although I look like a boy, I am a girl after all and I am very fragile. I walked back to the classroom with aggrievedness, and I cried when I sat in my seat.

At that time, he took a grasshopper and waited for me in the classroom. He wanted to scare me, because I was most afraid of grasshoppers. When he saw me crying, he immediately threw the grasshopper away and hurriedly asked me what was going on. "What's going on? Feifei, don't cry. Did someone hit you? I'll hit you back." "It's mathematics." "Teacher, I can't beat the math teacher. If she scolds you, I'll scold you back." He said a lot of humorous words, which made me laugh. When he saw that I was writing my homework slowly, he said, "I'll wait for you. Please write faster." He patted my head again and said, "Don't be sad, I will protect you."

Once, I had a fight with him and I ignored him. When I went to the office to grade my homework, I accidentally mentioned that Xu Xiaoqi was always annoying me while chatting with the class teacher. The teacher moved his seat away. When he returned to the classroom, class had already started. He was confused. After class, he ran to talk to me. The teacher reasoned, but the teacher ignored him. During lunch, he said to me seriously: "I will definitely change it back." I nodded. When I am angry, he always coaxes me; when I am bored, he always teases me; when I encounter problems, he always helps me. I remember one time, it was a physics class, and the physics teacher was very cruel. I fell asleep because I was very sleepy because all the test papers were correct. He saw it, and he was afraid that the teacher would find out, so he hit me awake with an eraser. After class, I beat him without asking why. Later, someone told me the reason. I regretted it and apologized to him, and he forgave me.

Another time, he hooked his arm around my shoulder to go upstairs, and I pushed him away. Fortunately, someone helped him, otherwise he would have fallen downstairs. He wasn't angry, he just patted my head and said, "Why are you so stingy that you can't even ask me to hook your shoulders?" I shook my head and said, "You scared me." He smiled.

Everyone can see how good he is to me. I consider him my best friend, and even though he has been transferred and we are no longer at the same table, our relationship is still the same, or even better. I will cherish this good friend.

"Wu" Writing an essay on my deskmate must be one thing.

My deskmate

He is tall, chubby, and has a round face. Sometimes he is naughty and cute, and sometimes he is naughty and annoying. This is my deskmate with a changeable personality - Shen Jianyi.

During class, he always said nothing, quiet like a shy little girl. This is not necessarily the case when the teacher asks us to read the text together. When he was happy, he would read according to his mood, sometimes in a low tone and sometimes in a high tone. When he was unhappy, he would stop reading and sit there holding a book and pretending. This could not escape my clairvoyance and ears. After class, he returned to his normal character as a boy. Playing and slapstick were his favorite recess activities. But as soon as the *** rang in class, he was bewitched again and turned into a girl's character. If the teacher hasn't come yet, he will run to the door of the classroom and transform into Ultraman Tiga, making us burst into laughter.

The naughty deskmate has a funnier and more adorable side. He created a set of secrets for killing mosquitoes: once diagonally, twice vertically, and three times. After performing a series of actions towards the mosquito, he would also add: "The mosquito will die." Not only that, he would also adapt a poem by the poet Li Bai: There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I go to the toilet. Raise your head to take the towel and lower your head to wipe your vagina. It makes us laugh every time.

But there are also things about my deskmate that make me angry. When I was doing my homework or reading a book seriously, he always used some tricks to get my attention. Sometimes he would keep shaking the table, and sometimes he would deliberately throw a pencil or eraser in front of me. When I asked him to stop this kind of prank, he arrogantly bit me back; when I continued to study seriously, he not only did not listen to my advice, but also got worse. I really hope my deskmate can get rid of this annoying habit.

My dear deskmate, how I wish I could become a truly good friend with you!

"Lu" A 1,000-word composition about the story of my deskmate and I, a composition for the third grade of junior high school, thank you!

I was very happy at first, but this time I changed my deskmate, and it was a woman again, which made me very troubled. Not long after we were at the same table, we had several big fights. Hey, take that time as an example.

That day, I was attending a class. Suddenly, a paper ball flew out and landed on the table of my deskmate, Hou Yuting.

She didn't react at first, but when she was picking up the pencil case, she saw something flying. Her sixth sense told her that this was a good thing, so she slapped me with her hand. I was startled at first, then I looked at him and said softly: "Idiot!" But she still heard this, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, she said to me: "Little one, after class See you on the battlefield."

After a while, the "ding bell" bell sounded, and a war broke out in an instant. She shouted first: "***, you threw the paper. "You still don't admit it." Not to be outdone, I said, "I didn't throw it away!" She became angry: "I hate dishonest people the most!" She pressed on me like a tigress. Stop pretending, it was you who did it." Now the anger in my heart was burning: "It wasn't me who threw it, it was someone else. Don't turn your back on me!" When I saw her about to retort, I had an idea. She learned a pig sound, which made her dumbfounded. She laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe. Only then did the war calm down.

What now? oh! We reconciled.

If my primary school days are an unforgettable song, then the story of my classmates and I is the beating notes in the song... It looks and sounds unique.

『撒』 A 400-word essay on the story between me and my deskmate, please don’t copy it

There are endless stories between me and my deskmate, and they are endless. It's happening all the time.

No, last Wednesday, my deskmate XX and I had a conflict over a trivial matter, and it eventually escalated into a "war with each other." That scene is still fresh in my memory.

That day, I accidentally dropped her pencil case. She said to me in a commanding tone:

"You bastard, pick up my pencil case quickly!"

"Oh," I reluctantly handed over my pencil case Picking up the box, "What are you putting it in? I am the youngest in the class. Isn't it because I am favored by the teacher!"

"What did you say? Just wait for me after class!"

After class, she used the "scratching technique" on me again. She scratched my body like a storm with her hands and claws, and I was so itchy that I collapsed on the ground. This "God-catching technique" was taught to her by my former deskmate Ru Linhan. When changing seats, Ru Linhan was afraid that she wouldn't be able to cure me, so he taught her the "trick".

The class started again, and I also used my "special trick" - the dumb shaking technique. To put it bluntly, he was just sitting on the bench and shaking constantly, making "dumb-dumb" noises from his mouth. Don't underestimate this "spell", its annoyance index is 100%, which is enough to make the opponent wait for death.

Sure enough, she couldn't stand it anymore and surrendered. I finally subdued her. "Haha, you are so cute! If you want to fight me, you are too young!"

There are many stories that happened between my deskmate and me, and they are endlessly interesting. Just mentioning a few of them will make you laugh out loud. ; There were many "battles" between my deskmate and I, with half the winners and losers, and the flames of war continued to burn.

In short, my deskmate and I have a lot of stories and a lot of happiness! It is these "duoduo" that enable us to compare, learn, catch up, help, and excel, and grow up healthily and happily.

『8』 Narrative composition about the story between me and my deskmate 700

I was very happy at first, but this time I changed my deskmate and it turned out to be a woman again, which made me very happy. trouble. Not long after we were at the same table, we had several big fights. Hey, take that time as an example.

That day, I was attending a class. Suddenly, a paper ball flew out and landed on the table of my deskmate, Hou Yuting. She didn't react at first, but when she was picking up the pencil case, she saw something flying. Her sixth sense told her that this was a good thing, so she slapped me with her hand. I was startled at first, then I looked at him and said softly: "Idiot!" But she still heard this, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, she said to me: "Little one, after class See you on the battlefield."

After a while, the "ding bell" bell sounded, and a war broke out in an instant. She shouted first: "***, you threw the paper. "You still don't admit it." Not to be outdone, I said, "I didn't throw it away!" She became angry: "I hate dishonest people the most!" She pushed towards me like a tigress, "You!" Stop pretending, it was you.

Now the anger in my heart was burning: "I didn't throw it, it was thrown by someone else. Don't turn your back and deny them!" "Seeing that she was about to retort, I had an idea and learned a pig sound, which made her laugh and cry. She was so breathless with laughter that the war calmed down.

What now? Oh! We are reconciled.

If my elementary school days are an unforgettable song, then the story of my classmates and I is the beating notes in the song...it looks and sounds like it. It's a different experience.

"Nine" composition collection "The story of my deskmate and me"

Everyone has his or her deskmate, and there are different stories belonging to two people. I can only provide you with one material, but you can write a story yourself.

1. When the teacher comes, call me:

2. Write quickly.

Lend me the pen to copy after you finish writing:

You copy first.. Give it to me after you finish.:

3. Lend me the pen to use:

4. Let me see (during the exam):

What’s your score?

(After the test paper is handed out)

5. What’s the next section? Class:

6. get out of class ends in a few minutes:

7. Stop talking, the teacher is behind you

8. Pass it to XXX. :

9. This exam depends on you:

10. Hey. How do you write the character XX?:

11. I'm starving... Do you have anything to eat...:

12. Do you have transparent glue...:

13. Let me drink the water...don't point it at your mouth... :

14. What homework do you have in the evening? :

15. Don’t look. The teacher is at the window:

16. Let me out~~ Let me in~~

17. I’ll take a nap first. The teacher will come and call me.

18. What should I write silently this time?

Wait. Make the lower words bigger

Warm

I miss my seatmate...

(We have all said it)

Dedicate this to me Every classmate in my student life! I want to tell you: I miss the happy times in the past!

"Stories about my classmates"

The story of me and my classmates

I have a classmate named Peng Cheng. We were good friends, but the last conflict tore our friendship apart. At the end of an English class, the English teacher handed out English test papers for us to correct, and Mr. Peng Cheng, who was sitting behind me, came and said mocking words to Xu Jiayou, such as they said I was a koala and had duck eggs, etc. I couldn't bear it. Stop. Seeing me like this, Peng Cheng continued to say bad things about me to Xu Jiayou, still smiling. I threw his pencil case to the ground in anger, and Peng Cheng was not to be outdone and rushed up to take my book. Fall and pull to the ground. This is how a "war" begins. We were both very angry. You punched me and I kicked you. The English teacher and the classmates next to you came over to break up the fight, but we still refused to listen and started fighting. Seeing that the situation was not going well, several classmates asked the class teacher, Mr. Zhang, to pull him down. When Mr. Zhang came down, we were still fighting until Mr. Zhang pulled us apart. I scratched Peng Cheng's face and scratched his face. His glasses were knocked down and pulled to the ground. Fortunately, they were not broken, but there were no injuries on my body. Teacher Zhang asked the students who would start first. Some students stood on my side and some on his side. Then they rushed to tell Teacher Zhang the reason. Teacher Zhang took turns criticizing us both. We were both wrong.

After returning home, I felt that it was my fault and I should not have injured Peng Cheng, so I planned to buy some food for Peng Cheng. The next day, I gave the snacks to Peng Cheng and said sorry. Peng Cheng seemed to have nothing happened and said to me with a smile: "It doesn't matter, we are still good friends."

Through this incident, I realized that people should be magnanimous and not stingy, so that they can make more friends.