My classmate’s composition for the first grade of junior high school

Chapter 1: My Classmate

There is a classmate in our class who can make you laugh out loud. Let’s take a look at his “deeds”! One time, there was a sudden burst of laughter behind the art class, and I turned around to look.

It turned out to be Wei "Hero" who fell to the ground. I found out after class that a classmate told him a joke at the beginning of class. He remembered it, jumped and moved his chair back, and one of the chairs fell down. In the second art class, he laughed inexplicably again. The teacher walked up to him and said, "I still remember the scene when you fell to the ground in the last class." The teacher smiled.

Once again, in a math class, a classmate said the wrong thing. "Hero" Wei laughed loudly and the teacher found out, and he was punished to stand for a period of time. This is the "pistachio" of our class.

Chapter 2: My classmate

She is a student with excellent academic performance. But she won't be proud. If she doesn't know a question, she won't be ashamed to ask classmates whose academic performance is worse than hers.

She has a pair of bright eyes; her small nose hangs under her eyes; her cherry mouth is eloquent, and she can speak the truth endlessly. She always answers the questions raised by the teacher fluently; her Her oval face is small and cute, and she always looks at everyone with a smile every day; but - her hair is a little messy.

For example: She loves to help others. For example: some students always refuse to listen in class, but every time she hears the teacher asking her to review for those who do not listen carefully, she does not Even though she was unhappy, she was very happy. She went over with a smile and asked them what they didn't understand, and patiently explained it. However, she would not be unhappy about some things that they still couldn't understand, but gave them an example until they understood. Until then, she regarded other people's difficulties as her own difficulties, and regarded her classmates' happiness as her own happiness.

She also loves the class group very much. For example: Take the matter of sweeping the floor. She is always meticulous. Every time it is Friday, she is always on duty. She will not let it go, not even a speck of dust, not even a small scrap of paper on the ground can escape her piercing eyes.

She always conscientiously completes every job assigned to her by the teacher, and she also has Lei Feng’s wild goose spirit of unity and discipline.

And she always believes that a drop of water will never dry up until it is put into the ocean. A person can be most powerful only when he integrates himself with the collective cause. She always believes that youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the top, those who always work selflessly, and those who are always humble. She always thinks that the most glorious thing in the world is labor. The most decent people in the world - workers.

Who do you think she is? She is the monitor of our class - Zeng Zilin.

Chapter 3: Composition of My Weird Classmate

I am already in the sixth grade of elementary school. In this sixth grade, I live in this class full of laughter and make acquaintance with many different people. There are many classmates who have great strengths, but there is one classmate who has always been unforgettable to me.

His name is Sha Yicheng. He is fat and tall. A big head is thinking about homework all day long, and a pair of sharp eyes are exploring. Even though he looks so "difficult to mess with", as long as you communicate with him more, you will find that he is a humorous, smart and lovely classmate. However, he also has some shortcomings. He especially likes to do homework. He will do it every minute and every second. Although this is a good habit, he sometimes does homework when he shouldn't do it, so he is often criticized. The teacher is criticizing! When you open his book, it is basically a draft (mathematics), which proves that it is his book. His handwriting is very beautiful, it can be said that it is like dragons and phoenixes dancing. The teacher knew it was his handwriting as soon as he saw it.

As the saying goes, "When three people are walking together, there must be a teacher." Everyone has characteristics worth learning, but... one of Sha Yicheng's characteristics is very strange! Let me give you an example:

One day, Sha Yicheng showed me a very difficult equation (I have forgotten what it was, but it was extremely difficult anyway. With my current level, I couldn’t solve it no matter what. ), I didn’t pay much attention to it. Later, when the teacher asked us about our day's harvest, Zhao Zijia said: "Sha Yicheng showed me a very difficult equation today. I couldn't solve it at all, but he solved it after just a few gestures, so I We gave him a nickname, "The Little Prince of Equations." Although Zhao Zijia said he was the "Little Prince of Equations," we all called him "The Fat Man of Equations." It sounded quite interesting. This is just the tip of the iceberg. His equation-making skills are among the best in our class. He is proficient in all solutions!

Another time, the results of the math paper came out. Most of the students were quite satisfied with their scores, and I was no exception. Suddenly, Sha Yicheng ran over and said, "How do you solve this question?" I looked at it and found that the question was: A section of rope, minus a quarter, is still three-quarters of a meter. Which section is longer? "This question is very simple. Let's not look at the meter. If you subtract a quarter from it, there will naturally be three-quarters left. That means the second paragraph is too long." After I explained it, he still didn't understand, so I After explaining it further and even drawing pictures, he finally figured it out.

After seeing this, you should know what his characteristics are, that is, he can only walk with his head bent, not straight; he can only RTLT (turn right and turn left), but not FDBK (forward and backward). However, I think his spirit of exploration can make him successful, and everyone must explore more to become successful.

Chapter 4: My classmates

There was a slightly immature piano playing outside the window, and I thought of my classmates.

The first time we met was in a crowded classroom in junior high school. He went up to introduce himself. His tomboy appearance left a deep impression on me. He had short dark brown hair, cute curls, and a pair of She is so lazy that she wishes she could close her eyes, and she has a body that loves to laugh, and she is really good at talking.

When arranging seats, she sat in front of me, so when I lowered my head during class, I could see him holding his head with one hand, leaving me with a disheveled back, and sometimes he was even lying on the table. , the slight rise and fall confirmed that she had fallen asleep, and what often woke him up was only the teacher's angry reprimand or the rushing chalk head, but a childish cell phone ringtone. He woke up in a daze, fearlessly turned off his cell phone and continued to listen to the class. The teacher never cared about her, no matter what she did in class.

In a certain music class, the teacher asked him to play a piano piece for us. He had been looking at his mobile phone at the time. When he heard the call, he stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket and went to the piano bench to finish it. She He couldn't even step on the pedal, so he played the cell phone ringtone. I vaguely remembered that he introduced it as a folk song from a certain country. He played it full of innocence, and every note was filled with happy emotions. Even so, we can't see her showing any expression that matches the sound of the piano. We didn't care at the time.

Later, when the most difficult period came, it was his music that accompanied us. At noon, we would occupy the music room and watch her sit on tiptoes on the piano bench and play for us. During that time, I noticed the expressionless expression on his face when he played the piano. I didn’t know why, but I felt sad.

One day, she didn’t come to school and seemed unexpectedly tired at noon. The teacher told us that her mother died of leukemia very early, which made her surly. She was very happy and very happy to see that we could get along well with each other. Rejoiced. When I heard it, I felt sad in my heart.

My classmate is not good at studying, and her behavioral habits are not very bad, but the sound of the piano is as clean and pure as the angels in the Bible, beating with youthful vitality, and maybe even... There is her buried hope.

I still remember that on the last day we were together, he played the piano for us and he cried for the first time, just like saying goodbye to an old friend.

I still remember her. He had curly short hair, lazy eyes and a piano sound that was so light and warm that it couldn’t be added.

Chapter 5: Praise my classmates

There is a classmate in our class named Wei Peixu. She has a pair of big watery eyes, a flat nose, and a small mouth, and she has a cute smiling face. Her advantages are: she is helpful, loves the collective, and cares about her classmates. There is one thing that still lingers in my mind that I will never forget.

It was a winter afternoon, and the north wind was blowing. I was on duty that day. After sweeping the floor, I went to take out the trash. As soon as I left the classroom, I shivered, and the cold wind hurt my face like a knife.

I carried the paper basket and ran towards the garbage dump in the playground. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in my face. The sky was dark and the ground was dark, with flying sand and rocks, making it difficult for me to open my eyes. After the strong wind passed, I opened my eyes and saw, ah! Unfortunately, the whole basket of paper was blown into the air by the strong wind, flying all over most of the playground. The always tidy campus suddenly had so much waste paper, which destroyed the tidiness of the campus. It was too bad. I was very anxious and hurriedly chased the fugitives. The fugitives seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on me. They danced in the air for a while, rolled forward when they landed on the ground, and somersaulted on the lawn.

Looking at the waste paper floating and rolling all over the ground, it is so cold and almost dark, how can I pick it up? I was anxious and tired, and there was sweat on my forehead. Just then, I saw a man in the middle of the playground chasing the fugitives, picking them up one by one. I ran towards her in a hurry. When I got in front of her, I saw that it was Wei Peixu, who was in the same class with me. Her face turned purple from the cold, and she kept chasing the waste paper on the playground. I was worried that she would be frozen, so I hurriedly said: Yaping, it’s so cold and dark, don’t pick it up and go home quickly! She said: I helped you because I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to finish everything. I'm not afraid of the cold, let's clean it up together! After listening to her words and looking at her face, I felt warm in my heart. I felt that the weather was no longer cold and the wind was getting lighter. We kept cleaning up and finally cleaned up.

Peixu, you always think about others, you always love to help others, and you love to care about others.

Chapter 6: My Classmates

"Shada" is my elementary school classmate, whose original name is Lu Buyang. He really lives up to his name - a round face with flat features. Wearing a yellow military uniform all year round, he exudes a sense of stupidity. He is truly "well-developed limbs and simple-minded", so he got the nickname "Silly Big". Shada rarely talks to his classmates. He always huddles in front of the table in the corner without saying a word. He disappears without a trace as soon as school is over. He is a hindrance to the class every time he takes an exam. Only when cleaning, everyone will think of him, and the teacher rarely cares about him.

On the eve of the final exam, the Chinese teacher will give an open class in our class. The reason is that the discipline of our class is better than that of Class 41. When school was over the day before, the teacher repeatedly told us not to be late. The next day, all the classmates arrived at school very early, except Shada who was not there. Class was about to start, and the teacher who was attending the class came into the classroom one after another, but Shada still didn't come. The school bell rang and the teacher had to announce the class. Just when the classroom atmosphere was at its climax, and the teacher was nodding his head frequently, a "report!" suddenly made our eyes turn from the teacher to the door. It turned out to be stupid. We were about to make a commotion when we were stopped by the teacher's stern eyes. The teachers who were listening to the class had already started whispering and pointing.

The teacher took a breath and said stiffly: "Go back to your seat!" Shada quickly returned to his seat and finished. At noon, the Chinese teacher gave Shada a scolding, but Shada still didn't say why. After school that afternoon, Shada cried alone in the classroom for a long time... Poor Shada, what on earth was he doing? The mystery was not revealed until the day before summer vacation.

That day, Shada walked up to the Chinese teacher holding a pointer made from bamboo and said: "Teacher, I made this pointer with my own hands. I hope it can be useful to you. And... Last time, I was late because I saw a car driving into the mud, and I helped him push it out. "Can you forgive me?" The teacher's face changed from surprise to kindness, and she nodded.

At this time, he laughed stupidly, and laughed for the first time repeatedly. We were all stunned, suddenly remembering the benefits of being stupid, and the pointer also came to life.

Chapter 7: My classmates

The squad leader wrote the list of four outstanding class cadre candidates on the blackboard impartially, which surprised me a little, but I was not surprised. As entangled as the three good students in the constituency.

Because there are her and him on the list, two names that have settled in my heart.

Needless to say, she has good grades, is popular, and can make friends with everyone.

As for him, I always thought that nerds like him had long since become extinct.

He wears a pair of glasses, has a short haircut, and a square face. Whether he is talking to people or getting up to answer the teacher's questions, he always stands up slowly, with his hands behind his back and his belly. Say in a slow tone: "I think..." or "Why are you so..." The ending sound is always high and rising, with a sense of arrogance of comment and criticism. If you make a joke with him, he will Then he waved his hands on his chest angrily and excitedly, as if in a critical gesture, and his voice became passionate. Or if he accidentally comes into contact with a girl, he will quickly jump away, wave his hands in a defensive posture, frown slightly, and look serious as if he has done something evil.

If he put on a robe, he would be a character straight out of Mr. Lu Xun's book, I often think so.

Is it Kong Yiji? I have no idea.

But I know that their attitude towards him is the same as that of a drunkard towards Kong Yiji.

Therefore, even after three years, we are still unfamiliar with him. He has gradually been moved from sitting in the front row to being alone in the last row. Sitting.

It’s as far away as another world.

If it were someone else, three years would be enough to change a lot, at least enough to make oneself a friend, enough to learn some words that everyone is making fun of, enough to give up what some classmates laugh at, which can only be found in ideological and moral books. Bad things like picking up trash.

But he didn’t.

Still holding his head high, when he accidentally hears others talking about the teacher or sees others copying homework, he will still be nosy in front of them, gesticulating excitedly and angrily with his hands, and his eyes wide open. Round, with an exciting and rising tone in his voice: "Why are you so..."

He should be a person from Mr. Lu Xun's era, I think.

The leader of each group collects the names of the selected candidates! The study committee came up to vote! The squad leader said this, and the background sound was the roar of an electric fan struggling to tear the air.

Perhaps it was because the noise made people’s minds confused, so I accidentally wrote his name on the piece of paper I collected.

Chapter 8: My classmates

With longing dreams, I climbed to the top of the third grade of junior high school. I was greeted by classmates and teachers I had never met before, and I felt a sense of joy in my heart. Fear, but the gentle greetings, cordial conversations, enthusiastic words and fiery hearts of teachers and classmates melted the ice and snow covering my heart, making me closely connected with this family. connect.

Classmate, this warm word is taken out of context. Only those who accompany you through ups and downs, spring flowers and autumn moon, and work hard together can be called classmates.

Among the first classmates I met, my best confidant was my dear deskmate. She has long eyelashes, eyes as bright as stars, a pair of large glasses framed on the high bridge of her nose, eyes shining with wisdom, and neat black and shiny hair. She looks like a pure girl. image. Her name is as beautiful as a dream, making people think about it.

She is a dedicated person who holds the position of science class representative.

One day, after the lunch break, there was a science class, and her classmates were all playing chess with Duke Zhou, but she woke up early, looked at her science book, looked at her watch, took the last few steps to the podium, and banged the table loudly with a wooden stick. It's time to wake up.' A roar brought the students back from their thoughts, and then they started mumbling and making noise. Her eyes suddenly became sharp, like a lion with savings ready to be used. She swept her eyes across the entire classroom, and the classroom suddenly changed. There was silence, she nodded with satisfaction, and walked back to her seat gracefully amidst everyone's surprised and doubtful eyes. I have to admire her courage and ability to suppress the crowd, which is even greater than mine.

She is a hard-working student, so with her hard work and cultivation, the fruits she finally harvested are big and sweet. Whenever I encounter a problem, she will patiently give me ideas for solving the problem and encourage me to try again. Her voice is like the spring rain that nourishes my heart. With her company, I accumulate confidence bit by bit. , growing rapidly. I have to say, she was like a confidant who accompanied me through the third grade of junior high school.

I once marveled at her beauty, which is an unknown beauty, like a mandala that blooms brilliantly and vigorously.

In the big family of students standing side by side and holding hands, I believe that every flower blooms in its own unique dance. Although the flowering period is short, it is bright enough.