Unit 7, Grade 5, Chinese Practice 400 words.

People's education publishing house, fifth grade primary school, volume 7, composition collection

Students sitting at the same desk

She is tall and nothing special, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate ―― Li Yan.

On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as masculine as me.

The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of this semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. what can I do?

In the morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk and stared at the blackboard. At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Go ahead. A hard man, shame! Why didn't you tell me? I'm bored again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" " "Nothing?" The other party showed a surprised expression. Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book: "Here you are. Don't be all hands and feet in the future. " What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears. I am a young girl who once looked down on me, and I can actually say this sentence. "What ... what, give it to me, what can you do ...?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. ""Never mind, I have an idea. " "What about today?" "Then watch it together." So we began to study hard early.

After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag. However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet.

She was reading an old book early the next day. When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I found her copying things on the table. Strange, there is no homework in the morning? She does all kinds of things. I'll walk over there, yeah! She is copying two lost texts there. She read a sentence from the book and copied it on a page-sized white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words. She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying. I was a little embarrassed and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and it took a lot of effort to sew it up.

"Jingle bells ..." When the class began, she picked up old books and listened carefully. For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride.