My good friend's 500-word universal book of the first grade composition.

? When you enter junior high school, you will start making new friends. What kind of good friends did you make in your junior high school life? In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to use it, the following is a 500-word summary of my good friend's senior one composition, for reference only.

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. Some people say that it is the highest joke to make people outside the stadium smile from ear to ear. I said no! The highest level is to make others laugh, and I will laugh happily. If someone I know has such skills, it belongs to my best friend.

? My friend is a little boy. He has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan, bright eyes and a moderate nose. His appearance is too ordinary. In particular, his lips may be a little peeling and look a little red. He and I are inseparable buddies every day.

? I remember once, when he was doing his homework after class, he ran over and said, "Let's play a game!" " "My interest has increased greatly, and my whole body strength has increased by 80% in an instant. The sense of fatigue in class was swept away, and I said almost reflexively, "What game? Say! Say it quickly! " He shook his head and said, "Let's describe each other in words." "good! I'll say it first! " I shouted. Out of the classroom, without waiting for his reaction, I said the first quantifier "you", a word to describe anger. When I say he's "your airflow", I mean he's like an airflow. He laughed without anger and immediately responded to "a lump of you." "A lump of you" usually refers to something dirty. I was a little unhappy at once and my face sank, but I immediately thought that this was just a game, so I demoted him first. So I gave him a reply, "a pack of you", thinking that he would fight back immediately, but I saw his funny movements, and his knees were half pedaled. Let me puncture this bag ... "I was immediately amused by his antics. "A bunch of you" and "a piece of you" appeared in our mouths, and our happy laughter rippled along the corridor of the classroom.

? "Ding Rinrin", the bell rang, and we went back to the classroom contentedly and began to listen carefully.

? This is my good friend. Do you know who he is?

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. I have many good friends, but one of my proudest friends is the red scarf.

? Red scarf, in a blink of an eye, you have been with me for four years. An ordinary piece of red cloth has an extraordinary significance. The teacher said, you are a corner of the national flag, dyed red with the blood of many heroes! Several winters passed and spring came. We've never met before, met for a short time, and learned to be bosom friends. The red scarf has witnessed many different stories for me.

? I remember that in the first grade of primary school, in the first two months, the freshmen didn't wear red scarves. At that time, I envied those big brothers and sisters. The reason why I envy them is that they have been wearing fluttering red scarves on their chests. After that, I will work harder to become a young pioneer. Until one day, I was approved to join the Young Pioneers, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey. When my elder sister personally put on a bright red scarf for me, I felt a sense of pride that I had never felt before. When I put on this long-awaited red scarf, I felt a sense of excitement. In this way, unconsciously, the red scarf accompanied the four seasons.

? Once, my mother and I went to the book shopping center by bus. After getting on the bus, I looked at the scenery of the city, which was beautiful. At the bus stop, a white-haired grandmother staggered on the bus, but there was no room in the car. I hesitated whether to give up my seat. I have been wandering in my mind. At this moment, I seem to hear the red scarf saying: You are a young pioneer, you should learn to respect the old and love the young. That old lady is so shaky that she may fall down at any moment. Give her your seat. After listening to these words, I decided to give my seat to my grandmother. Grandma tried every means to push and stop, and finally sat down under my soft grinding and hard foam. Seeing this scene, the eyes of all the visitors on the bus suddenly fell on me. They cooed at me, and even the driver's uncle praised me for being great. I can't help blushing, like a burning apple.

? I love my friend-the red scarf! It always reminds me and encourages me. Let me know how to respect the old and love the young, respect and love each other, and unite as one. I will live up to my good friend, the red scarf, and I will realize my Chinese dream!

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. My good friend is the person I know best. She is my mother. My mother has beautiful black hair and big round beautiful eyes. She is 1.62 meters tall and weighs 60 kilograms. She likes to wear skirts in summer and jeans and down jackets in winter.

? My mother is a person who loves beauty. There are many bottles of cosmetics on our dressing table, including facial mask, moisturizing water, eye cream and so on.

? My mother loves cleanliness, so our house is always neat and clean. Not long ago, my mother bought a sweeping robot and turned it on as soon as we went out. It cleaned the house when I came back. This little thing really saved my mother a lot of energy.

? My mother studies very well. She has been the monitor of grade 1-6. I really envy her. My mother is my role model. I must study hard to surpass her!

? My mother is an optimistic and cheerful person who always brings me happiness. My mother will take me to play whenever she is free; Sometimes she plays checkers with me, sometimes she plays gobang with me, and sometimes she goes out to play with me ... Well, my mother took me to climb Huashan again the other day.

? I have always wanted to say to my mother: Mom, I love you, thank you! Because you taught me from an early age to be aboveboard and have someone else in my heart! As long as I can remember, you are the one who told me what is wrong and what is right! Teach me to distinguish right from wrong and let me grow up healthily!

? Therefore, my mother is not only my mother, but also my teacher and my good friend!

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. From kindergarten to now, I have made many good friends, but what impressed me most was my classmate Zhang in kindergarten. He is clever and always ready to help others. Once, I got synovitis in one leg and couldn't walk, so he took the initiative to carry me on his back and led me to add rice, water and go to the toilet for two or three weeks, and we became inseparable friends.

? Zhang is tall, much taller than his peers. On his tall nose, there are a pair of big eyes that twinkle like stars. He has two heavy eyebrows in his eyes, like two machetes.

? He is smart, good at thinking, strong in logical reasoning, and likes to play with toys such as Rubik's cube and magic ruler. On one occasion, he brought a magic ruler of 72 square meters for everyone to perform, and soon he spelled out various shapes, such as chinemys reevesii, erhu and electric fan. This makes us admire.

? I have lost contact with Zhang for three years, but what makes me happy is that we met again after the Chinese class was re-divided last Sunday. In the first class, he spoke positively, with a loud voice, confident and bold. When he introduced himself, my heart almost jumped out. Is it really my kindergarten classmate Zhang? ! I found him during recess, ah! It turned out to be his composition box. I said to him: I am Wang Yuyao! He opened his eyes wide in surprise and said, "Wang Yuyao, it's really you!" ! Then, he hugged me tightly and almost shed tears with excitement.

? Zhang and I went out after school. He told me that he was the monitor of the school composition club. I thought to myself: he speaks actively in class and writes such a good composition, which is an example for me to learn. I secretly made up my mind: I should read extensively in the future and improve my writing ability in an all-round way; Speak actively in class, cultivate self-confidence, be an excellent student like him, and let our friendship last forever!

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. Good friends, lifelong companions. But it is not easy to find a real friend. I have a good friend around me and study together every day.

? His name is Chang, and he is my deskmate this semester. I don't know why, on the first day I sat at the same table with him, I felt an inexplicable intimacy.

? He is about my age and a student of medium height, so it won't be particularly embarrassing to sit together. Secondly, our grades are similar, and we are neither smart nor stupid. There will be no differences between who is smart and who is stupid, and opinions will be unified. When I am confused and write the question wrong, he will remind me carefully; When he asks me which question he won't, I will explain it to him without thinking. In a word, the seat adjusted by the teacher is very good, which shows that the teacher is very attentive.

? From the study and life in the first half of the semester, I found another advantage of him.

? Chang Wenyi is diligent and willing to do anything for his friends. Just like this afternoon, my thirsty throat was smoking, so I asked him to buy me a bottle of water. I thought he wouldn't agree or dawdle. I'm also thinking: I don't have to go, because our teaching building is really high, with four floors. It takes some effort to go upstairs and downstairs, but we agreed.

? No sooner had I started praying than Chang Wen Yi gave me an answer. I was thinking again: I don't think so. Answer me so soon. But the final result made me overjoyed.

? "Take the money, quick!"

? This short answer surprised me. I never imagined that he would answer me without thinking. This is very touching. I think I have a good deskmate, a good classmate and a good partner.

? This is my good friend Chang, who is straightforward and willing to go through fire and water for his friends, regardless of gains and losses. I think I should be proud to have such a deskmate.

? Two articles by my good friend:

? 1, composition of primary school students, my good friend.

? I have a best friend. She is a lovely little girl with a lovely head. Although her eyes are small, they are bright. She has big ears, but she studies well. She is short and looks cold, but she is very kind to people.

? This is how I met her: I met her by chance on the physical education class again. At that time, we were wearing new sportswear and playing hide-and-seek under the tree, but I accidentally scratched the new sportswear and tears came down at once, because my mother was cruel enough to buy it for me. What can I do now? Mom will scold me to death when she finds out. Just then, she came and squatted down. I was a little scared, but she asked me what was wrong. I'm a little confused. There is a kind heart under her cold appearance. I said, "My sportswear is scratched, and my mother will scold me when she comes home!" " "She said," I'll give you my sportswear! " "I don't understand:" I don't know you, why are you helping me? " She said, "Let's be friends now!" I reluctantly agreed for the sportswear! She said, "My mother is a great sewing expert. She will make up big scratches so that people can't see them!" " "I'm relieved, a change of clothes. But afterwards, I heard that she was fined by her mother for two hours because of the cut on her clothes! My tears came down because I realized that I made friends with her for sportswear, but she really treated me!

? Every time I see that cut in her skirt, my heart suddenly shakes! I've learned that the person who can treat you sincerely, cry with you and laugh with you is your true friend, and she will accompany you no matter how the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

? This is my good friend, who can cry and laugh with me! Her name is little Qi Yue!

? I have a good friend who writes.

? She has mushroom-like hair, bright eyes on her fair face and a high nose below. Looking down, it is a smooth cherry mouth.

? She likes to think of it as a document. If you look in her drawer, you can definitely see some composition books from her drawer. I remember the last time, the school was about to enter the reading time, and some students in the class always forgot to bring their books to school, so at this time, those students were anxious like ants on hot bricks. At this time, she will take out her composition book from the drawer and say, "I still have some composition books here. Please have a look." Those students who didn't bring their books seemed to grasp the straws, selflessly took the books and thanked them again and again.

? She is also a person who loves to help others. There is a "small treasure chest" in her schoolbag, which contains many things. For example: scissors to be used in art class; Stapler for Chinese class; Using glue sticks in math class ... everything, we need countless things in class. Every time everyone needs to use the tools in the "little treasure chest", she always gives them to others first and uses them last without hesitation.

? She is also a serious and responsible person. Although she is not a monitor, she is only a group leader, but she has also done her duty as a group leader. Every time she receives homework, she is the first to receive it; She sends out the most homework every time.

? She is my good friend-Xia. She is my good friend, loves reading documents, helps others, and is very conscientious in doing things.

? Fifth grade: young and indifferent love

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. I remember where I saw a couplet: familiar with Tang poetry, full of literary spirit; Song ci is often tasted, and it is a wonderful pen to make flowers. Poetry is the spiritual essence of China culture, a classic of literature and history handed down from generation to generation, and a good friend of mine.

? I fell in love with poetry when I was a child. Four or five years old, immature and not sensible, my father brought me back a phonetic version of 300 Tang poems. The arrival of this book has cast a poetic color on my childhood. So there are often scenes like this: in the small courtyard, under the lush cucumber frame, I am sitting on a small bench, my little finger is wandering back and forth on the open book, mumbling, and my mother is sitting in a chair on one side, patiently correcting my mistakes. On the horizon, the pale golden afterglow of the sunset fell on the yard, on the lush cucumber shelf, on my mother and me, and was plated with a shallow golden light.

? It was in primary school that I really became good friends with poetry. Through a poet, I saw the whole picture of poetry. It's like a winter vacation. It's cold and snowy outside the window, and it's warm and comfortable inside. In the afternoon, holding a cup of tea, I casually opened a book "Graceful Words", but there were two lines that jumped into my eyes: Dongli put out wine at dusk, with faint fragrance and sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. This poem by Yi Anju broke the barrier between me and poetry and opened a door. From then on, Shi Shi and I became bosom friends, which can be described as inseparable.

? Poetry is a colorful friend. It not only has the magnificent nature of "one person's strength is above ten thousand people" in Li Bai's "Eternal Dragon Slayer", but also has the life sigh of "falling flowers and independence, flying over the eaves and walking over the wall". And Su Shi's boat passed away from now on, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life in order to be broad-minded and clear. More importantly, it holds the hand of the Chen family at the scene. After all, it also has my patriotic passion and ambition. As the ancients said, near Zhu Zhechi is black, and near Mexico is black. Poetry, as a good friend, naturally had a profound influence on me. It changed me imperceptibly, just like a spring rain. Poetry, in my treasure house of knowledge, occupies an extremely important position, as well as in my life. It is a bright spot in the long scroll of my life.

? Poetry, like a gentle and generous woman with amazing talent, is as stunning and graceful as Youlong. In the history of China literature, she came to us step by step. Poetry, like an old man with rosy face and full reading of poetry books, is steady and solemn, and comes slowly; Poetry, like a young man in his prime and knowledgeable, is brisk and agile, getting closer and closer, leaving a series of footprints in history. But whoever it is, it will be my best friend for life.

? Poetry, the treasure of China culture and the crystallization of ancient people's wisdom, I will take it as my intimate friend, spread it to everyone, pass it on and carry it forward!

My good friend wrote a 500-word universal collection in the first day of junior high school. Susie is my best friend. She shines on my sky like warm sunshine.

? Susu is a very special person. Unlike my introverted shyness, she is bold and cheerful. Our completely different personalities, like the positive and negative poles of a magnetic pole, attract each other. Since grade one, they have become inseparable friends, reading, playing and having classes together.

? Susu is a chivalrous girl who is helpful and does everything for her friends, and a master of humor in our class. Everyone likes her very much. Every time I was helpless, she stood up for me.

? Once, the class time has passed, and our math teacher Tutang Wang is still talking about examples. I'm so anxious that I can't hold my urine. I'm worried. I'm on pins and needles, my legs are tightly clamped, and I'm looking forward to finishing class soon.

? Susie next to me narrowed her eyes and expressed sympathy for me. Just as I was living like a year, I suddenly heard a loud sentence: Teacher, the class will be over soon! I can't hold it! Needless to say, this must be the bold Susie who took the initiative to remind the teacher. I immediately cast a grateful look at her, and her slightly raised lips seemed to say to me: You can go to the bathroom at once, hold back! Finally, the teacher finished class, as if a long drought meets dew, and I rushed to the bathroom at a speed of 100 meters.

? Know each other, know each other, know each other, know each other. Susie deserves to be my friend in Jin Lan!

? At a school sports meeting, I took part in the 200-meter race. I was very nervous before the race, but Susie kept encouraging me until I stood at the starting line and could hear her cheering nearby. After the gunfire rang, I ran to the finish line like an arrow that left the string. How I want to be the first! But halfway through the run, I feel heavier and heavier, and it is more and more difficult to exhale.

? At this moment, a clear cry came from Su Su: Come on, Zeng Zeng! I ran with you, and I saw Susie running on the edge of the playground, shouting loudly. She is like a burning fire, full of passion. Suddenly, I felt a force behind me pushing me. I ran to the finish line with all my strength and reached the finish line. I got the second place.

? Susie ran over, hugged me tightly and said to me, second place is great! Tears welled up in my eyes, which were tears of joy and touching. At that moment, my heart seemed to be blown up by the spring breeze in March, setting off layers of waves. I know that sweat and tears irrigate friendship and bloom the most beautiful flowers in our hearts.

? In the third grade, I transferred to another school, and Susie followed her parents to go to school in Hong Kong. We split up. We have a video call once a week to communicate with each other about our study and life. Time and distance will never stop our friendship.

? I'm glad to be friends with Susie. She warms me like sunshine. I sincerely hope that our friendship will last forever.