Desk self-report _ composition 400 words

In study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a 400-word self-report _ composition on my desk, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 1 I am a desk, and I have rested for two months. I can't help feeling glad that I will meet my lovely classmates in two days.

When my classmates came to school and saw so much dust on me, they began to give me a bath. Blow away the dust for me first, then sprinkle the water cup, instead of wiping it with paper. I was very happy when suddenly a vertical line broke the previous silence. It is not good for my classmates to divide the "38th parallel". I want my classmates to help me erase it, but I don't want to. On the contrary, the students made it worse, drawing thick and long. My heart is full of resentment, but it is really dumb to eat coptis. I can't tell you how bitter it is. But around me, the "38th parallel" on my body is still relatively good. Some desks were carved with shallow "battle trenches" by classmates, and some desks were painted with fingers over and over again, and they were fighting because of disagreement. They don't have any problems, but our table has become uneven. Even if the bell rang, they didn't converge at all. As soon as the teacher turned around, there was a fight because of the 38th parallel. They were called to attend the lecture, but our table was full of potholes. It is no exaggeration to say that we can already carry it into the "infirmary" and change it to another table. It turns out that those lovely classmates seem to have become a group of demons at this time, and they have been endlessly cruel to our cousins.

Students, please, leave our cousins alone, and don't divide the "38th parallel" any more.

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 2 Hi, hello! I am your good friend, little desk.

I stand in front of you every day to serve you. When I am happy, I shake my body, sing and dance. But when I am sad, I kick my legs and often kick off my four shoes. When I am upset, I always ignore it and stand still. If you drag me hard and make me angry, then I have to hold you down.

Actually, I have my own difficulties. Originally, I was all white, but you always scribbled on me, didn't listen to me in class, made me dirty, and no one came to "bathe" me. All the students passing by think I am too dirty, all knives, and don't want to make friends with me.

I also have a Zhang greatly's mouth, which is for everyone to put books. Good self-evaluation. Everyone always brushes my mouth clean and repairs my big teeth neatly, which makes me very happy. Look, my teeth are clean enough!

My little master always changes my pants. Fortunately, I am meaty and not afraid of cold. Otherwise, I would have frozen to death! You see, my little master is going to change my pants. My thin layer of gray pants has been worn out by him. Now I am a clown in strange clothes. "whoops".

I have been serving my little master and everyone. I am a good helper for your study. You must cherish me, a face-saving clown!

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 3 Hi! Hello, everyone, I'm a desk. My "head" is rectangular, and my big "mouth" is used to hold my master's school supplies. Under my "mouth" is my "small belly" for my master's schoolbag, but because my stomach is too small, some schoolbags can't be stuffed in. At the beginning of school, I wore a new blue hat and new gray clothes and greeted my classmates with a smile.

My little master is the biggest person in the class. His grades are very poor. He is always absent-minded in class and draws pictures on my face.

One day, because the science teacher wanted to do an experiment, he asked the students to bring art knives and told them not to take them out to play, but he just took them out to play! In English class, he scratched my face with a pink art knife. I groaned in pain, but he could not hear me. Suddenly, the girl next to me looked over and told him not to row, and then he turned his attention from me to his fingernails. I am very grateful to that female classmate.

After class, the chair of the same owner as me also complained to me: "Alas! This young master is already very heavy. He is restless when he sits, and he swings around when he has nothing to do, which makes me fall apart! " I feel the same way with him, and I hope the young master can take good care of us.

Grade 6 of Lang Peng Primary School in Kunshan City, Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province: A willow tree outside the window.

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 4 I am a desk. Students must think that I have no life, but I am alive.

I used to be a tree. Since a kind-hearted person planted me in the soil, I have been trying to grow up every day. I grew from a seed to a sapling, and from a sapling to a towering tree. Later, it was cut down by several workers and transported to a wood processing factory to make tables, and then went to a school to make desks. It was an honor to study with my classmates, but it became my unlucky start.

My little master is a naughty boy. He carved on me with a knife every day, which made my whole body uneven and painful.

Since he carved my whole body, I have become the most common and eye-catching desk in my class. Ordinary because I am one of more than 70 tables in my class; I stand out because I am the desk with the most tattoos in my class.

Recently, my young master gave me the saddest disfigurement so far. Yesterday, the young master got 20 points in the exam, so he carved it hard on me and soon carved a big hole. Although I am in pain, I can't speak, so I can only endure all this silently.

It's finally time for the final exam. I thought he would be promoted to a higher level. I was liberated, but he didn't do well in the exam and still sat here with me. I'm so sad! Because he's going to ruin my face again. Hey! What time does this day end?

I am an ordinary desk. The workers dressed me up neatly and then sent me to school. Since then, I have become a student's desk with honor.

But it didn't last long. My little master didn't take much care of me. He hit me hard with his hand, cut my face with a sharp knife, kicked me, drew ducks on my face with a pencil ... He was sent to the repair shop in the school warehouse for "treatment" several times, and superfine product also paid many "treatment fees". I sincerely hope that in the days to come, the young master can be gentle with me.

Once, he may have quarreled with his classmates, and his anger has not disappeared. Then, after cleaning the blackboard, superfine product came to me angrily and scared me out of my wits. Sure enough, he picked me up and threw me into the corner. I was so dizzy that I only felt that my eyes were dark and my limbs ached. I hope he can let me go home. But unexpectedly, the young master left. I stayed in the corner all night. Fortunately, the classmates next door put me home the next morning.

There are many desks that often suffer from "torture" like me. I appeal: "son, you must love and cherish us, and let us spend the six years of primary school happily with you!" "

I am a desk, from Renmin Road Primary School, Class 1, Grade 5. I'm new here and look clean. My face is rectangular, as wide as snow. It feels smooth. My four legs are silver, about 70 centimeters long. My stomach can hold a big schoolbag! The capacity is not small! Knocking on the desktop will make a crisp "knock" sound. Although I am beautiful, I still have a little regret that there are several scratches on my smooth face. I hope the scratches on my face will suddenly disappear.

My little master is eleven years old and a lively girl. She likes little brains very much and is very popular in the class. She cherishes me very much and never doodles on my face. When she saw the scratches on my face, she immediately went to get a rag and wiped it gently with water. "ah! How comfortable! It's very kind of young master to give me a beauty treatment! " I shouted in my mind. Young master is really meticulous to me! I won't stagger in class ... how nice!

Now there is a Chinese book, several neatly arranged exercise books, a pencil and an eraser on the desk ... everything is in good order. There is a light purple schoolbag in my stomach. It's beautiful. I like my little master very much.

Suddenly I saw my "neighbor". Oh, my God, he is full of holes and scars. The table was scratched with a knife and covered with correction fluid. Look carefully, he is still crying! I really want to say to my neighbor's little host, "Please stop doodling. What would you think if someone painted on your face? " I also want to say to my little master: "thank you, I'm so happy, you keep me clean and beautiful!" " "

Students, let's cherish public property, they are also afraid of pain!

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 7 "Alas, this classmate is so uncivilized that all my new clothes are dirty, and my peers are laughing at me …" Only the desks and chairs are crying quietly.

As soon as school started, our class all put on brand-new desks and chairs. The new desks and chairs in our squadron are very energetic and have a good time with our young master every day.

Obviously, he is a famous naughty boy in his class. You see, his desk and chair have not been put here for several days, but they are full of dust and often unhappy. Today, it is telling its unfortunate experience again.

"Yao Ming is really a troublemaker. As soon as I got to school, I was like a wild horse, throwing my schoolbag at me. He always kicked me with two strong thighs in class, which made me get arthritis early ... "The Chairman lamented Yao Ming's" crime ".

"This is not bad. You see, on the first day I came, he drew one strange Poké mon after another on my face and said that he would become an animation master. " The table scrambled to say, "Then I'll just take a knife and carve an ancient poem on my face, saying it's for future generations to see his masterpiece ..." The table was already sobbing.

"I can't stand it anymore. You see, our neighbors are kept spotless by the young master every day. How can you be as old and sick as we are? Let's strike! We protested, we want to change the owner ... "The chair was unbearable and roared loudly.

The dialogue between desks and chairs was heard by Shi, the class teacher who came to the classroom to get his homework. When she saw it, it was obvious that the tables and chairs had changed beyond recognition.

The next day, the teacher quietly told Mingming about the dialogue between desks and chairs, so that Mingming could observe the desks and chairs of other students, and Mingming suddenly blushed. ...

Since then, No.4 (2) Squadron has never heard any complaints about desks and chairs.

One night, there was a cry of "whoops" in a classroom. I looked at it carefully. Ah, the table is talking! I hid aside to listen to what they were saying.

Wang table cried and said, "I used to be beautiful and my skin was smooth, and everyone would envy me." But what about now? The young master painted his face in disorder. It's so ugly! "Everyone sympathizes with her.

"Oh, I'm miserable!" Everyone turned around and saw that it was a table. "I was carved all over by the young master with gossip, which is really hateful!"

Ma Biao said, "Look at me. My body is covered with young master's stickers, and my desk is full of rubbish. Damn it! Whoops-"he said and cried.

At this time, I heard the cries, sighs, comments and roars of desks everywhere in the classroom.

"Don't be noisy! Look at me, how beautiful and lovely I am! Maybe it has always been like this! " A delicate voice said.

Looking back, isn't this the younger brother of Li Table who just came this semester? Looking at his beautiful appearance, everyone's eyes are shining with envy. He said: "My young master is a classmate who loves hygiene. She not only loves me, but also carefully wipes me with her own rag every day. Can I not be beautiful? "

After listening to their conversation, I was extremely ashamed. I never wash my desk. Sometimes I even do math calculations on it. Alas, I will never destroy my desk again!

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 9 Hi! I am a desk, and my size is as big as a person bending over.

My body used to be white, but now it has become "black and bright" Why is it "black"? I'll tell you later. I have four feet, there is a bracket between the first foot and the second foot, and there is a bracket between the second and third feet ... Four feet hold a big and wide table belly, on which is a class desktop, on which the young master does his homework and reads books. ...

I am very happy when the little master is doing his homework on me. But sometimes, when the little master is doing his homework, he puts his foot on the bracket on my foot, and the bracket on my foot is almost broken, but I can't talk. If I could talk, I would ask my master to stop kicking.

After listening to so much, can't you wait to hear why I became "black and bright"? Well, I'll tell you now: every day when the young master finishes his homework and has nothing to do, he goes to get a book and reads it absently. Soon, I got bored, so I picked up a pen and scribbled on me, drawing a person, a flower and an animal ... which made my pain unbearable. Moreover, superfine product didn't clean up after painting, so he left it there with me, which became my permanent scar. If you draw more, it will become "black and bright".

Little master, please don't protect our desks! ! !

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 10 I am a desk. Actually, I used to be a big tree and was cut down by a lumberjack. They laboriously transported me to the factory, and uncle carpenter sawed me into rectangular boards. In order not to hurt the students, Uncle Carpenter rounded my horn. To make me more beautiful, they painted me blue. They fixed me with a desk hole, or fixed me on an iron shelf, and a perfect desk was born. After I was transported to a classroom, I gathered many children before gaining a foothold.

I was used as a desk by a little boy with glasses. Young master is very kind to me. The books in the desk hole are neatly arranged, very neat and clean. He often washes my face with a rag! So I'm always clean and spotless. I'm really glad to have a good host.

But it didn't last long, dear master changed his seat. I have a new owner-a troublemaker. Since I got a new owner, my face is no longer clean, but dirty all day; The holes in the table are no longer neat, but messy. He doesn't care about me at all, and sometimes he slaps me, which hurts me to death.

These are still trivial matters, and the worst is yet to come! One afternoon, the young master took out a knife and approached me slowly. After that, what he did was really earth-shattering and made the gods cry. I saw his name engraved on my face in a few strokes. I was bruised all over and sighed painfully: "How can a table get into the Jianghu without being stabbed?"

A semester has passed, and I have changed beyond recognition, which is terrible. Please cherish me, master. I just want to be your desk, not your "stone tablet" or "drum set". Please, young master!

The self-report of the desk _ Composition 400 words 1 1 Hello everyone, I am the desk of Class 4 1 05. In the middle of the first row of the second group in the classroom is my position.

My face is blue and clean. The belly is rectangular, like a cabinet, and there are many things in it. Little master's books, stationery, skipping rope and balls are all stuffed in it. Four slender legs support my body. I have a device on my leg-a pair of knobs to adjust my height.

Every morning, the young master always comes to me early. He removed the heavy stool from me, put down his schoolbag, took out his textbook and read the text over and over again beside me. As for me, listening to the young master's emotional reading, I have long been elated and really want to accompany him all day. Every weekend, my young master will clean my whole body with a rag. I really want to be with him forever.

I'm glad the young master values me so much. But some people make me miserable. There was a recess. A boy came with a knife. He came up to me, smiled a few times and said, "Hey, hey, eat me." With a "cheep", I scratched my blue face heavily. I can't scream anymore, and my heart is extremely painful. The scar is still there. How ugly you say it is. I can only appeal in my heart: "son, I am your partner, please take care of me."

I think it's best to put a "please love me" label when we are born in the future to remind all our classmates to love us.

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 12 I am a desk and my mother is a big tree.

One day, my mother was cut in half, half a stem and a half by a lumberjack. I am a beautiful and solid desk, made of first-class wooden poles, with a smooth surface.

I was transported from Xinjiang to Red Star Primary School in Mocheng 1 Class and Class 4. This is the first batch of pupils. I am so excited. I wonder who will be my little master?

Later, I learned that my little master was a naughty boy named Wang Guang. I liked him at first because I didn't think he would doodle on me. Alas, I was wrong.

At first, he really didn't scribble on me, but after he went to school for a month, the misfortune began. Not only did he draw stars, clouds, superman and countless other things on me in class. In a class, he has drawn a corner of me. Just then, I heard me shout in unison: "Oh, my face!" " "In an instant, I understood that I was not the only victim.

In the second class, I'm fine. I'm not hurt. But I only heard a voice behind me saying, "Oh, my face! Blare ... "I quickly asked, what's the matter. He said, "My face was beaten with a pen by a child!" " Loud noise ... it hurts! "

At this moment, a little girl came over and gently touched the face of the table behind me and said to the perpetrator, "If your face became like this, would you?" The child seemed to hear the crying of this table and bowed his head in shame.

I think if everyone can take care of everything, then there will be no energy shortage on the earth!

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 13 Hi! I am a desk. I have a square face, four feet supporting me, and four small wheels under my feet! There are many interesting story books on my computer, and there is also a multifunctional computer.

My usage is very convenient. The wheels under the four feet are so convenient that I can be pushed wherever I want. After fixing the seat, press it gently and the fixer on the wheel will be fixed automatically.

My main function is to write homework for young master. Every day when young master comes home from school, he always puts stationery and books on my desk. At this time, I know I am useful. However, troubles have followed.

I'm sorry, young master. He always leaves my books at sixes and sevens. The worst has come. The young master began to do his math homework and even made a draft on me, which made my body very dirty and never cleaned it. How I wish my young master could give me a comfortable bath! There are napkins piled up like hills on my stomach, and the little master actually treats me as a trash can! I was very angry. "Young master, can you take care of me a little?" Give me a bath! "

Ah! I can't talk to you. My little master is back. I wonder if she will give me a bath? All right, bye.

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 14 Hello everyone! I suppose you all know me? By the way, I am the desk you can't live without if you don't study or write.

I come from a distant forest. Later, after many steps and a lot of time and energy spent by my uncle, my brothers and sisters and I were born. After saying goodbye, we parted ways. When I came to my future home-Class 5, Experimental Primary School, Guanyun County, Lianyungang City, Jiangsu Province (1 1), I secretly made up my mind: I must serve my little master and become his helper!

I am of medium height, about 70 cm, but my clothes are handsome compared with my brother and sister. Do you believe it? Look, I'm wearing an ochre jacket and silver-gray pants. The most striking thing is my four pairs of shiny black shoes. Because of this dress, I became the focus of grade five on the first day of school. After listening to my introduction, did your eyes see the image of a handsome young man?

I live carefree and unrestrained every day. The students on duty often wipe me and my heartache clean; The uncle of the school worker often gives us protective oil, which makes us shine as new even after vicissitudes of life; My master is more proud of me and loves me very much.

But it didn't last long. My master has changed, and the new master is not friendly to me. I am angry at what I have done.

In math class, he picked up a pen and practiced on me at will, and I became his draft book; In art class, he scribbled on me with a brush, and he took me as his picture book; The most hateful thing is that young master often doodles on me. Whenever a pencil sharpener is engraved on me, I feel great pain. ...

Now, I am black and blue, and I can only cry helplessly: "Please love me, so that I can serve you better!" " "

The self-report of the desk _ composition 400 words 15 "Hello everyone, I am a desk." The desk introduces itself to everyone, "I have a lot of injuries because ..."

There are many brand-new desks in the spacious classroom. When I first arrived, every table was neatly placed together to welcome the students. Clean and beautiful desks make students work on their faces every day without complaining.

"But gradually, my clean' face' was scratched into a big face by the children." The desk said sadly, "After the boy scratched our face, he saw it was too ugly, so he gave it up and replaced it with a new one. Poor man, he will soon be like us. " The desk is helpless and can only swallow it. Seeing that students are gradually hurting their peers, their anger is greater than this dry world and the temperature is higher than the sun. "But there is nothing we can do. Students are the biggest, so we have to swallow our voices. "

Through the self-report of the desk, we can know how much the students don't care about the things around them and how much it hurts them. To this end, I want to tell everyone around me that every item needs to be cherished. Man has only one home-the earth, and he can't let himself destroy his home. Start from cherishing the little things around you, so as not to attract complaints about things that have been hurt!