1. How to write a composition about the story of our class

Look! Our class is not an ordinary class. It has a wonderful combination: tall, short, fat, thin, talkative, those who love to laugh, those who love to learn, and those who are good at playing, playing and singing. Our fifth grade class gathered together and added endless colors to the class.

"Ding bell..." "Teacher, please take a rest..." The feeble voices of the students came from the classroom. After class, the class burst into excitement, "Shh, Captain Ma Lin is still studying!" "Speaking of Ma Lin, she is really a little genius. She is good in all aspects, but she is not good at sports and cannot be compared with the table tennis master Ma Lin. He is the best in our class. She is known as "Chen Jingrun II". What is she doing? It turned out that I was thinking hard about a math problem. I walked over and asked, "Ma Lin, get out of class is over, let's take a break!" "No, what should you do if you encounter this question in the exam? So you need to study more, just in case." She frowned explain. well! There's really nothing you can do against her. At this time, the "singer" Jiang Xueyang came and sang a song from SHE, which woke Ma Lin up from her deep thoughts. The two started a bickering battle, but ended up being beaten by the two "humor masters" Cheng Shuo and Zhang Ming Stop it. One is tall and the other is short, one is fat and the other is thin. They really don’t match each other. Look! A man and a woman on the podium,

They are the "golden partners" Wang Chunxiao and Zhao Yiding. They are good friends. They have started wars of words time and time again, making the class like a debate field, and it is chaotic. Make a deal. Composition

"Ding bell..." The second class was on, just as the English teacher said: "Tonight

There is a paper..." "What paper?" "It must be very good." Simple." These two voices sang in harmony as if they were arranged in advance. They are Wang Jin and Chen Diyi, the "talkative king" also known as the "troublemaker partner". Their appearance is very different, and one is the most popular in our class. One is fat, and the other is the thinnest. When two people stand together, others will definitely think that they are a "father and son" taking a walk. Composition

"Ding Bell..." Class is over. Today is New Year's Day and there will be a New Year's Day performance in the class. The students have already prepared their own performances.

Hoo! The first performer on the stage was Erhu "virtuoso" Zhang Ziyao. She played "Horse Racing" and we were intoxicated. Although most of us didn't understand music, we still listened carefully and applauded vigorously. The next one is "Edelweiss", a "wonderful combination" of Western and ethnic musical instruments. Although this piece is very short, it can be seen that they are very united. It is not easy to use these instruments to play a piece! Next is the flute playing, that is Cong Peiyu. He is tall, strong but has a baby face. His words are sweet, pleasant and very cute. He has only learned the flute for a short time, but his playing is precise and serious. The students applauded enthusiastically... One after another, students went up to perform, including dancers and singers, each with their own talents and specialties. They were all talented people in our class. They played a song for us during New Year's Day. A pleasing program that made us very happy.

Class 1 of the fifth grade, what a different class, what a special class. More than sixty of us went from the first grade to the fifth grade together. The class teachers changed one after another, and our class The grades are excellent, the class style is the best, there are all kinds of talents in the class, and they have won a lot of honors for our school, which is unforgettable for me, will always be remembered by me, and will be envied by other students. As a fifth grader, I I feel very honored to be a member of the first grade class. If you are interested, I can introduce you to our class and take a look!

The second composition "The Story of Our Class" is 600 words

Let me first introduce the funny character "Shaobing" in our class. The nickname "Shaobing" has a long history. history. I remember when we were in second grade, we gave him this nickname during a game. He is the funniest person in our class. He will have a smiling face to talk to you every day. No matter how the teacher criticizes him, he will always have a smiling face without tears. In the end, he will make the teacher laugh. He is very good at sports and is always seen at sports meets. He is second among the boys in our class in running. The first is his best friend Gong Boyan. Gong Boyan broke many Guinness records in the school during the sports meeting.

"Shaobing"'s face is always red, and his white teeth are exposed when he smiles. He feels like a little baby who hasn't grown up, or a child who hasn't graduated from kindergarten. If you are in a bad mood, just smile or play with him and you will feel much better. He also made us laugh with the advertising slogan he made up for himself. His advertising slogan is: "Zhou Bingrui brand camping pot, Zhou Bingrui brand camping stove, good pots, good stoves, good people, better!" Isn't it funny? We don’t know why, but as long as we play with "Shaobing", we want to laugh, and we still want to laugh after laughing. This kind of laughter makes us unable to stop.

The beginning and end of the three-composition collection "The Story of Our Class"

The Story of Our Class

Class Three (5) is a Happy big family, I am a student in Class 5, I love my collective, because this warm big family has given me too much

Too many memories, I will never forget...

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling" the school bell rang. As usual, the teacher came to the classroom on her *** with a smile on her face and looked at the teacher

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The smile on the teacher's face, I had a hunch that something good must have happened. When I was guessing, the teacher's voice gave me the answer: "Classmates, tell me Good news for you, after a month of hard work, our class won the school's outstanding class of the month!" "Yeah!" We cheered in unison. You know, our class is the best class in the school! The naughty class has a reputation, not to mention that the outstanding class has to go through more than a dozen screenings and get a red flag every time before it has a chance. Since it is so difficult, how do we get it? Don't worry, let me tell you slowly.

I remember that on the 1st of last month, when the school was raising the flag, it said that it would launch a "Monthly Outstanding Class" competition, and then talked about the rules of this event. Originally

it was very The interest of the interested classes was suddenly wiped out, because it was too difficult, and the possibility of winning the prize was almost zero, but our class was very interested in this activity

and was very confident, so Our class has signed up. After signing up, the students listened carefully in class and actively raised their hands to speak. Those students who were usually very poor at studying also participated. Therefore, the average score of our class rose one liter after another, which made other students improve. The teacher was very surprised. The number of students on duty has also changed from the original eight to eleven

and the speed of duty has also been greatly improved. Students who are not on duty no longer throw confetti and seem to understand how students are on duty. After all the hard work, when you walk into our classroom, you will find that the tables, chairs, podium, and fans are all spotless and neatly arranged, making people feel comfortable at first sight. In addition to hygiene and classrooms, there are also disciplines and various routines. Our class has done an excellent job. The teachers who came to check could not find a single mistake, and they smiled every time< /p>

The teachers were very happy when Rong came to check and walked out of the door with a smile. Time passed unconsciously with the teacher’s smile. One month passed, and we

indeed won the award

Apart from being happy, I think our class can achieve today’s results except Inseparable from the efforts of the students, the most important thing is the two words "unity". Because

of unity, the students on duty took it seriously. Because of the unity, more people participated. And because of unity, everyone knows how to cherish and care for the fruits of others' labor.

Unity produces strength, and unity produces results. What is "collective sense of honor" is best reflected in our class. I love a united group, and even more so

I love classmates who have a sense of collective honor. So I like this big family that gives me warmth and happiness!

A 500-word essay on the story of Class Four

In my memory, growth is like jointed corn stalks. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow taller. Festival, another year older. Looking through my growth records, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw how cautious I was when I was learning to ride a bicycle at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I saw my neighbor’s sister often riding a bicycle in the yard. I was very envious, so I begged my father to buy me one too. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bicycle.

A tall guy like me will definitely do something extraordinary! I happily got into the car. Unexpectedly, the handlebar didn't obey the control at all, and it fell down a ***. I gritted my teeth and stood up, asking my dad for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of riding a bicycle: I need to be brave, stay calm, and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried riding it for a few laps, and the effect was pretty good.

"Practice yourself, you will definitely be able to do it." Dad encouraged me.

"Huh? Are you asking me to fall again?"

"You will never learn if you are afraid of falling."

Give it a try! I rode on the bike tremblingly, the handlebars shaking constantly.

"Don't worry, hold on tight!"

I calmed down and the car finally stopped spinning.

"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.

"Click!" My funny expression was forever fixed: grinning, staring, as if I was not riding a bicycle, but stepping on a landmine. However, it didn’t take long before I could easily get back on the bike. Not only did I learn to ride a bicycle, I also understood a principle of growth: there is always a process of learning something, and you cannot become fat in one sitting. If you have to overcome difficulties and advance, you can succeed.

This is a little thing when I was growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow up and urges me to forge ahead.

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Growing up, I had many stories, and these stories accompanied me day after day.

When I was a child, I also had my little story, that is, my mother took me to play on slides and swings, played many games and toys, and many interesting things happened. These stories are from my childhood, so my childhood stories are small.

Time flies in front of my eyes again and again, slipping away under my feet. I have become a primary school student. At this time, I also have my many stories. These stories are no longer about moms and dads. I play and study with my friends... I sit quietly in a classroom with my classmates, living in a "little home". I have my little story too. For example: playing badminton, kicking shuttlecock, skipping rope, skipping grids, studying with friends... There are many stories, but these stories are no longer as small as they were when I was a child, but now they have become slightly bigger. some.

"An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." Now, I have grown up, become sensible, and am about to graduate and leave my alma mater. Now, I also have some interesting stories, but these stories are not as innocent and lively as they were when I was a child. These stories are about friendship, love, teacher-student love and learning. On the sports field, my companions shouted, "Come on!" My parents and teachers encouraged me academically, and the stories became bigger and bigger.

Now that I have become a middle school student, I have said goodbye to my alma mater and classmates, met new classmates, and made new friends. But on the way, I still miss my old friends and classmates. Their voices and smiles are still deeply in my mind. Therefore, the current story is mature, with a touch of sadness and melancholy. But I know that there will be more stories in the journey of life. Let us cherish the time and create more stories!

How to write the beginning of the story of our class using parallelism in the fifth composition

Our class is an interesting class, and there are as many interesting things happening in it as there are days and nights. I can’t finish it, what? Don't you believe it? Then please take a look!

Our class is generally very good, but there are some problems with discipline. No, the squad leader shouted at me again...

"Quiet, the afternoon self-study begins. "But the students were still doing what they were supposed to do. Some were drawing, some were walking around, and some were actually eating cookies! I also talked nonchalantly to my deskmate, thinking: "I'm just saying, I'm going to piss you off!" Seeing that we still couldn't calm down, the squad leader slammed the table and shouted: "Do your own thing in self-study in the afternoon, don't Talk." We were suddenly stunned and started talking again.

The monitor was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. I guess she must be thinking why it doesn't work? At this moment, the class teacher passed by the door. Seeing this, the students quickly put on their faces. Some pretended to think about the problem, some pretended to meditate, and some pretended to do their homework seriously. The sound of the pen tip hitting the paper merged into There is a nice "rustling" sound. But who is the class teacher? She is "old and cunning". I saw her walking in with a look of hatred and indifference, "Ah, old age is still hot!" I yelled, but the teacher just glanced with his eyes. The whole class came, and then we walked away on high heels. When the sound of "tacking" leather shoes could no longer be heard, our tense nerves were able to relax. It seems that the monitor is still not as powerful as the teacher.

In the afternoon, the first period is science class. Although our science teacher has just graduated from college, his lectures seem to be better than those in elementary schools who have taught for more than ten years, but he is relatively young after all. , relatively weak in "management", he never criticized us, so we all developed the shameless skill of "invulnerability", which led to us not listening carefully during class and calling him brothers after class. A few minutes before class, the teacher came in and asked us to go back to our seats to read the tutorial. Some students were unconvinced and thought: What right do you have to ask us to go back to our seats early when we have not started class yet? Face walked up and down the aisle, humming a tune from time to time, but this dear friend did not notice that the face of the teacher on the stage had changed from white to green and then to purple. At this moment, the teacher's hands began to shake violently, and he yelled: "What are you doing? Go back to your seat and correct the tutorial! Look how many mistakes you made!" I was immediately frightened: What happened? ? At this time, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The whole class was so frightened that they dared not speak out. They all opened their mouths in surprise. You looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what to do. Everyone sighed: "It turns out: This young science teacher can also get angry!"

Did you see it? Only our class can do this kind of thing.

Six "The Master Storyteller in Our Class" 500-word composition Thank you!

This week, in order to celebrate New Year's Day, the school held a "Red Classic" storytelling competition among all grades. Today it is the turn of our six players from third and fourth grade to compete. Our class sent classmate Zhou Xiaoxuan. Because I have a lot of things to do recently, I simply told Xiaoxuan to prepare for the competition by herself, and told her that it is best to add some actions when telling the story to enhance the image and interest. After that, I never asked again, thinking to myself, the most important thing is to participate!

The students were informed on the radio to gather in the back playground. The students were so excited that they each picked up their chairs and lined up to go downstairs. The host announced the start of the competition. Most of the students were quiet and focused on watching the wonderful performances of the contestants on the stage. However, there were still some male students who couldn't sit still like monkeys. They were either playing with each other or chatting together. . The person who talked the most enthusiastically was Qiacheng. As he spoke, foam piled up at the corners of his mouth. I got angry and moved him to the side to sit far away from the classmates to see if he would still talk!

Ah, it’s the turn of Xiaoxuan from our class to take the stage. I saw her calmly walking up to the stage, bowing generously to the teachers and classmates below, with an elegant attitude, a smile, and a clear and sweet voice. This gesture immediately shocked the entire audience. . Everyone became quiet, especially the students in our class. They straightened their bodies, stretched their necks, and stared at Xiaoxuan, secretly cheering her on.

Yuxuan tells the story of "The Little Hero Comes in the Rain". Her performance really exceeded my expectations. This was the first time I heard her tell this story. I didn't expect that she told it so well. The whole story was told smoothly and freely, with simple and natural movements and vivid expressions, which was very attractive. . When talking about the Japs threatening and luring Yu Lai, he imitated the Japs' tone and yelled, which was so vivid and lifelike that it seemed that it was really happening. The whole audience burst into appreciative laughter; when talking about Yu Lai's suffering; When the Japanese were beating them up, the students' eyes widened, they were so nervous that they dared not express their anger, and their hearts were in their throats; when it was said that the Japanese thought they had shot Yu Lai, but Yu Lai was not actually dead, she They clapped their hands happily, and the classmates couldn't help but laugh happily...

What a wonderful performance, what an outstanding child! What a master storyteller. I admired silently in my heart.

This story is so long, she can tell it fluently, without pauses or hesitations. The plot of the story is so twists and turns. She can express the good and evil of the characters and the spiritual connotation of the story through her expressions, movements, tone and intonation. . Facing so many people in the audience, she showed no stage fright at all and showed her abilities to the fullest with calmness and ease. She drew the attention of the entire audience to her, and even the most naughty and active male student in our class held her breath, watched intently, and listened intently, for fear of missing a plot, a story. An action, a line. I looked towards the judges' seat and saw that the judges and teachers were all looking at Xiao Xuan with approving smiles on their faces and nodding their heads.

Hey, I found a teacher in the distance walking slowly towards here, obviously attracted by Xiao Xuan's wonderful story. It turned out to be Teacher Lin, the former homeroom teacher of this class. I walked up to him and said, "How about it? Look at your best student and be proud!" She didn't answer my words, but just praised her with "tsk tsk", her eyes were full of pride, and her smile was full of pride.

At this time, Xiao Xuan's story has been told. She calmly bowed deeply to the teachers and classmates in the audience, and the audience burst into warm and lasting applause.

In the end, Xiao Xuan’s outstanding performance tied him with another contestant for the first prize, winning honors for our class. I deeply feel that our Class 402 is really a good group of crouching tigers, hidden dragons. The students are versatile. They not only seize every opportunity to show themselves and exercise their talents, but are also willing to win honors for the good deeds done by the group.

I believe that every student has something worthy of admiration. Some are already shining brightly, and some will be able to stand out immediately as long as they know how to seize the opportunity.

7. An incident that happened in the class. The beginning of a 500-word essay.

I still remember an incident last semester. It was a "terrifying" thing.

One afternoon last semester. "Ding ding ding ding", the *** rang after class, and the happy recess came. I saw Wang *** and Liu Xiaoyu from our class rushing downstairs together, and my friends and I also went downstairs to play together.

We are having a great time. Suddenly, we saw Wang *** fighting with a classmate from Class 18. Liu Xiaoyu stood nearby and did not stop them. Instead, he cheered for Wang *** and shouted loudly. My friends and I also went there to have a look. My good friend Huang Yuhui stepped forward to stop him, but Wang *** said impatiently: "Get out of the way, don't meddle in other people's business." We had to watch from the sidelines. The "war" began, and Wang *** scratched a piece of skin on the classmate's face. At this time, the teacher of Class 18 upstairs noticed someone fighting and asked his classmates to notify them to go upstairs.

After Wang *** was called upstairs, the teacher from Class 18 came over. The teacher asked him: "What's going on? Why were we fighting?" Wang *** rolled his eyes and said to the teacher: "He hit me first." A classmate from Class 18 said: "I just touched your hand and you hit me!" At this time, our class teacher also came over and asked who hit whom? They pointed at each other in unison and said, "He was the one who struck first." At this time, a classmate pointed out that it was Wang *** who struck first. Wang *** couldn't deny it, so he had to admit it.

The teacher in Class 18 said to classmate Wang ***: "Since you hit someone, your family will pay for this classmate's medical expenses." Wang *** did not dare to argue. , quickly apologized and admitted his mistake. Our class teacher said that he hoped he would learn from this and not make the same mistake again.

We thought to ourselves, we can’t be like classmate Wang ***. We must be honest, abide by school rules, and be civilized and good children!

8. How to write the story composition of our class, collaborative guidance

I have countless interesting things. What I remember most is what happened to my cousin.

This summer my cousin came to my house...

One day, my cousin and I played a game that we liked the most when we were children, called: "Riding a Donkey." My cousin took the lead and rushed to be the donkey. She knelt on the bed, supported herself with her hands, raised her head and said to me: "Xiong Ruixin, come up."

I rode on the "little donkey" and patted her ***, and she started to waddle away. As I rode, I sang the familiar nursery rhyme: "I have a little donkey, and I never ride one. One day, on a whim, I rode it to the market. I held a little leather whip in my hand, and I was very proud of myself. "Crash, crash, I'm covered in mud." As soon as I sang this, I was kicked off by the little donkey. "Boom!" I fell on the bed. I was "covered in mud" as the nursery rhyme goes. I was so angry that I rode on the "little donkey" again. No matter how much I yelled, the "donkey" turned a deaf ear. I racked my brains, but the "donkey" remained motionless. Just when I wasn't paying attention, the "donkey" threw him again. Dogs eat shit”. I got up and said to my cousin, "I'll be the donkey!" I thought to myself: I will never let you go. I was ready for everything, but I never expected that as soon as my cousin's fat ass sat down, she would press me down like a big meat pie. I was not convinced and came again. However, before I could react, I was pushed down by my cousin again. I had to raise my hands and "surrender".

"Haha!" I can't help but laugh when I think about it now.

9. A 500-word composition on stories about our class

Do you know what the boys in our class are obsessed with recently? Let me tell you – it’s a top. After class, the male students with and without tops all gathered together. Those without tops talked about which top was better, those with tops talked about their glorious achievements yesterday, and some competed with their own tops.

I became a "warrior" this afternoon. After school, I went to participate in the competition with the newly purchased top-defense gyro "Cracked Steel Drill" in my hand. The first game started, and my opponents were: Li Xiaoyu, Liu Peng, Xu Yuhao and Dai Andy. When we started counting "1, 2, 3" we thought: My top is just a fledgling game, can I win? The game started, I pulled with all my strength, wow! I didn't expect that my "running brother" was so strong. As soon as he came on the stage, he knocked Li Xiaoyu's top out of the battle board. Then my top was as fierce as Guan Yunchang, killing six generals through five levels, making them all miss the chance to win the championship. The excitement in my heart was indescribable, so I started to laugh at them: "What the boss sells must be fake! Otherwise, how could I win so easily with the top from the store!" The four of them blushed with anger, and I won if they were not convinced. , saying that his tactics didn’t work well and that he wanted to have another match with me. Then the four of them used an outflanking tactic. I first pulled out the top with force, and they launched four tops in sequence to surround my "Cracked Steel Drill". Since my "Shattering Steel Drill" has super defense and rapid rotation, all four of their gyros complemented me and flew out of the battle board. Afterwards, they spread the rumors and said: "Wang Jiwei's top is too showy! Anyone who competes with him will definitely fail." That's how they recruited the boss. But when the boss saw that I didn't buy my top from her, he said, I was "expelled" from the country. I thought: Is there something wrong with the tops sold by this boss? If it is true, why is she afraid that I will win?

The top brings us happiness. In my studies, I want to be like the top, defeat difficulties and win.