The story in the schoolbag

The story 1 in the schoolbag contains the care of relatives, personal secrets and naughty privacy ... but my schoolbag contains my parents' expectations, which will always inspire me to move forward.

My father taught me to practice calligraphy and my mother taught me to speak English. I know they all want me to get into a good university. So I will study hard.

I remember once, at school, I saw other students put their finished homework at school. Only I took my finished homework home, and I also took my unfinished homework back. I not only carry a heavy schoolbag, but also bear a heavy heart, as if a big stone has been pressing on me. Today, I carried that heavy schoolbag home. Every day, my mother will take out the things in my schoolbag and check them carefully. If she finds something wrong, her mother will seriously ask, "Daughter, are you careless or won't you do it?" "Mom, I was careless." I said sadly. Mom would say, "Don't be careless. Careless, major exams will also be careless. If you are sloppy in one question and others are not sloppy, won't you fall behind? " After listening to my mother, I nodded regretfully.

Every time I see my mother criticizing my wrong question, I will think of that sentence. Remember that sentence every time you do your homework.

I still carry that heavy schoolbag every day. I know my parents' expectations are in my schoolbag, so I am very happy. When I saw the books in my bag, I thought of my mother checking my homework carefully. Every time I see the fork in the book, I think of what my mother said to me.

I know I am no different from other children, but I want to study better than other children, because the schoolbag contains not only my parents' full expectations for me, but also their infinite love for me!

Story 2 in the schoolbag Everyone has a story, and everything has its own story. Some stories, like fairy tales, make people feel happy. Some stories are like myths, which make people elusive; Some stories are just like spells, which make people feel creepy. There is a story in my schoolbag, too. Although it is not unique, it is also very strange.

It was Monday, the day of collecting homework on weekends, and it happened that self-study early was a highly responsible Chinese teacher's homework check. I was sleepy, so I took out my homework and fell asleep on my desk. Not long after, there was a sudden bawl in my ear, and the Chinese teacher was cursing. I sat up immediately, only to find that the Chinese teacher was not standing next to me, but standing in the front seat. I felt a sort of surge of relief. However, the teacher then said something that made my hair stand on end. She said that a classmate was punished for not writing a composition, and I was awake again. I clearly remember that I fell asleep while doing my homework last night, but I forgot and didn't write my composition. What a disaster! I can't help crying because our Chinese teacher is sophisticated and vicious. Once it is found that some students have not written a composition, they will be given two choices: first, copy the text and learn where to copy it; Second, the composition is to copy the composition, write a composition for her to read, and after passing the customs, she will copy the composition ten to twenty times. Shit! It's over! I am almost desperate, because at the speed of my writing, it will take at least 72 hours to copy this thing, but I have to hand it in tomorrow. If I don't do this, I will be punished. In short, debt snowballs, even if you graduate from junior high school, you can't afford it. I am getting more and more nervous when I look at the blank composition book and the accelerated Chinese teacher! I suddenly had an idea and lied to her that I would go home and get it and finish it at noon. Of course, the price is honesty. I hesitated, but when I saw the approaching teacher and thought of my debt that I would never pay off, I firmly put the book in my schoolbag and sandwiched it between a study book. When the teacher came, I quickly said, Teacher, I didn't bring it. I left it at home, and then I lowered my head and didn't dare to look into the teacher's eyes. She said coldly, I don't think I did it! Then I walked away at once, leaving me sitting on the stool alone.

This is the story in my schoolbag, a transaction, a transaction about character. Although this transaction has been seen through, it continues.

Story 3 in the schoolbag When we go to school, we all have a small and exquisite schoolbag, which contains not only books, pens and paper, but also the earnest entrustment of parents, the earnest instruction of teachers and the good wishes of classmates. Everyone has his own story in his schoolbag. There are textbooks we need every day in my schoolbag. This is the teacher's inculcation, teaching us to study hard and get good grades. There is a fruit box in my schoolbag, which is carefully filled with love by my parents. It is my parents' earnest entrustment. I hope I can do well in the exam. There is a notebook given by my classmates in my schoolbag, which is a testimony to my classmates' good wishes. Everything in the bag has its own story.

Like a notebook in my schoolbag that has been kept for four years. This is a souvenir left by my best friend before school. It's not expensive, but it's like a baby to me.

There is also a small and exquisite pen, which my good friend gave me before a final exam. I hope I can get good grades in the exam. I immediately returned her a pen, hoping that she would do the same. The pen she gave me is my favorite pen, and I never use it easily. We all treasure it in our schoolbags. Because they are the testimony of our precious friendship.

Story 4 in the schoolbag Every student has his own schoolbag. Large and small, all kinds. The story inside is naturally endless. Something happened in my schoolbag today. Tell you!

Today is Children's Day. As we all know, this is our own festival. At this time, the book in the bag bowed and said, "Today is not our festival, but it doesn't matter!" " "After hearing the certificate, he immediately retorted loudly:" How can you fail? "This time is a good day for me to get ahead, you know, only once a year."

Not long after they talked, the owner of the schoolbag came over, took out the fairy tale book in the schoolbag and sat on the table. He read it with relish and shared it with his good friends from time to time. Soon, Children's Day will begin. The books in the bag are busy again, holding each other.

"hey!" The Chinese book sighed deeply. Other books asked what happened to the Chinese book, but the Chinese book just didn't answer. It was not until the books in the bag gradually quieted down that the Chinese book slowly said, "If only there were festivals that belong to us." "Yes and yes, why didn't we think of that? Oh! Forget it, forget it, shall we hold it now? ! "The pencil case is also close behind. "It is also good to hold a festival that belongs to us now!"

Since there will be a get-together, music is essential. Pencil is responsible for drumming, pen is responsible for singing and eraser is responsible for playing the piano. The schoolbag suddenly became lively. The get-together reached its climax. The ruler jumped into the passionate Latin dance, and the pen immediately jumped up with the ruler, and then changed to Xinjiang dance. I was stunned by my friends in the audience. "Look, that neck twist is really great." The silent eraser is crazy, too.

Notebook saw them all perform heartily, thinking "I want to show my skills", and danced pop dance on the stage, which instantly pushed the atmosphere to a climax again.

Time passed quickly, the party ended at once, and the books in the bag were calm again. There are many stories in the schoolbag, which can't be finished. What about yours?

Story 5 in the schoolbag. There are crumpled books and brand-new stationery in the schoolbag; In my schoolbag, there are fruit boxes packed by my mother and comic books I secretly put in ... but there is another thing in my schoolbag. ...

This is a quiz. The questions are difficult, but I am secretly happy because I reviewed all the questions on this paper yesterday. So, I set a goal: hand in my first paper.

I looked around, and many students were already doing the other side. I gritted my teeth, tried to write, write and write, and finally got the last question. I took another look, and several students had already got up and handed in their papers. No, I have to hand in my first paper! I pushed my deskmate away, rushed to the podium in one step and rushed to the teacher in three steps. "Teacher, hand in your papers!" I confidently said to the teacher.

"Yes, I handed in the first volume." The teacher said something she shouldn't have said. The students around us all cast their approval eyes.

In a blink of an eye, it's time to send a paper. Everyone else's scores were 65,438+000, 99,98 ... and I only got 80 points. This "0" seems to open my mouth and laugh at me, not to mention how uncomfortable it is. The teacher also left a comment on the paper: "It is irresponsible to do things quickly. Seeing this comment, my red face became more like a red apple.

This paper is three years ago, and the surface of the paper has already turned yellow, but the tears on it are still clearly visible. He has been in my schoolbag, always reminding me of the principles of doing things. My schoolbag will always carry this paper and accompany me through life.

Story 6 in the schoolbag The schoolbag is an ordinary object, but it contains my colorful memories. ...

A small schoolbag is full of papers, which is dad's expectation. I remember one time, I didn't do well in the mid-term exam, and I only got 88 points in math. When I got home, my father said very seriously, "Bring me the paper." I have to take the newspaper to my father. The bright red number "88" made my father angry at once and threw the paper on the ground. Louder than the stereo: "How to answer this question? Will you read the numbers wrong? How many questions are there on the test paper that you won't know? Look at him. The child is conscientious and filial. What about you? Just a flip! " "than! Than! Than! I know that people's families know that they care about their children's health. You only know that you care about my grades. " "Pa" a crisp slap in my face, my father actually hit me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I went to do my homework with my schoolbag on my back.

In the afternoon, my mother invited me to dinner, but my father still said with a straight face, "Leave her alone and let her reflect on her mistakes." Hearing this, my tears came out again.

Since then, my schoolbag is full of papers, and I have to do oral calculations, argument, big papers and Olympic math in every class. ...

The final exam, the paper is very simple, and it is all the questions that my father helped me review. When the paper was handed down, my paper showed a bright red percentage. When I came home to report the good news, my father said flatly, "Keep on cheering and study hard."

Whenever I see the mark on my schoolbag when I cry, I will burst into tears. ...

Story in the bag 7 What's in the bag? There are books I carefully wrapped, pencil boxes I cleaned, and magazines I secretly hid. ...

Children's ignorance

Opening my schoolbag, it is not difficult to find a worn-out diary. The traces of years have blurred its original pattern. The only outline shows the length of time. The wind gently helped me open it, and the striking big word "Struggle" on the first page, with a slightly green font, was deeply engraved in my heart with a red pen. It is the first notebook I bought when I was in the first grade of primary school, which recorded almost all my primary school life: happiness, boredom, pain, helplessness, grievances ... I like to open it in my spare time and recall my primary school life. Although I can't remember what happened at that time, it is an extremely precious memory for me. Write down my child's ignorance and ignorance.

Youth of teenagers

There is a hidden interlayer in the schoolbag, in which is a small notebook made by myself, with a lavender tin foil cover and a light blue bow. Ironically, I went to many places when collecting these materials. Just to record the youth of junior high school. The first day didn't understand people and did a lot of wrong things. Now that I think about it, it seems as if it happened yesterday. Thank you for spending the days with me. The indispensable person in my life, my classmate. I will always keep this book, which records my youth and ideals.

Parental expectations

Handy in the schoolbag came up with a line of words, which are parents' repeated exhortations, parents' repeated blessings, parents' deep love and parents' deep expectations. I have repeatedly complained about my mother's nagging and said that I am not sensible. And I never settled down to think about why my mother did it. This is love, a strong maternal love. I try my best to turn this love into words and hide it in the deepest part of my schoolbag and in my heart.

Now, I am a junior three student. I have 14 years of memories for me to remember, but I have lost a lot. I just want to cherish those memories that I can remember. Never forget.

The words on the paper suddenly stood up and jumped into my schoolbag, stringing together my childhood ignorance, youth and parents' expectations. Let me cherish it ...

Story in the schoolbag 8 In the schoolbag lived Brother Shu, Brother Dictionary, Miss Pencil, Xiaopang Rubber, Sister Pencil Box, Pencil Sharpener, Brother Glutton and Brother Ruler. They have always lived in harmony.

One day, there was a slight noise in the schoolbag, and then it became louder and louder. It turns out that stationery quarreled. Why did they quarrel? Who are they competing with?

Miss Pencil stood up first and said loudly, "Can young master write without me?" Otherwise, he would have been scolded to death, so I have the greatest ability. "At this point, the rubber chubby said unconvinced," I have the greatest ability. Can you erase the typo on your pencil without me? "At this moment, the younger sister of the pencil case cried and said," Although I can't help the young master to study, where can your pencil, eraser and ruler sleep without me? Maybe the three of you will fall from the hole in your schoolbag. " At this time, Brother Shu said loudly: "If there were no brothers, the young master could read and write, then my ability would be the greatest." At this moment, Brother Dictionary stood up and said, "My role is the greatest. What will the young master do when he encounters words he doesn't know or can't write? Will he know when he encounters a typo? " At this time, the pencil sharpener said: "I am so wronged. I eat garbage made of pencils every day and call me a glutton. I am really wronged! ""At this moment, Brother Chi said, "I am more wronged than you. My young master draws and draws beside me with a pencil every day. I'm exhausted! "At this moment, the schoolbag housekeeper roared," What's the noise? You all have your own uses. Master can't leave you. You must unite and let the young master get good grades. "

School supplies are blushing, jumping into the bag to sleep.

Story 9 in the schoolbag There is an umbrella full of friendship in the schoolbag, an egg full of affection in the schoolbag, and an exercise book full of what the teacher taught me, which reminds me of the past and evokes the hope of youth every word.

A black umbrella.

"What should I do? It's raining, I don't have an umbrella! " I jumped up and down with anxiety. Just when I was at a loss, my good friend came to ask about the situation. He immediately took out a black umbrella from his schoolbag and handed it to me, saying, "This umbrella is for you, depending on your appearance." I gratefully took the umbrella and watched my friend go home with clothes in the wind and rain. I can't help crying. It's autumn, the weather is very cold, but my heart is warm. The next day, I turned my schoolbag over and looked at it. Well, I've thought it over. Oh, it turned out that my friend lent it to me yesterday. I held my umbrella in my arms as if it were a treasure.

Sparkling eggs

"Oh, time is running out!" I quickly said.

"There are eggs on the road!" Cried the mother.

"We're going to be late! No more! " I put on my shoes and turned and ran to school. Panting, I came to school and opened my schoolbag. A familiar smell of eggs came to my nose. Sure enough, my mother stuffed an egg in my schoolbag. I put the egg in my mouth and chewed it, which is the taste of mother's love.

An old exercise book

I opened the innermost layer of my schoolbag. There is actually an old composition book. Think carefully, there is a story: I always make mistakes because of carelessness, so the math teacher is also very angry. Often accompany me to do problems after school. If I make mistakes, the teacher will ask me to do it again, and then I will do it again until I get them all right. I have kept this exercise book so far. Although it is old, it is full of problems.

Everything in the schoolbag has a short story, the sincere friendship of friends, the sincere care of parents and the earnest instruction of teachers are all gathered, accumulated and intertwined in the schoolbag!

Story in the schoolbag 10 I am a beautiful flower schoolbag, which was sewed by Xiao Doudou's mother with the most beautiful flower cloth at home. Doudou is the best student who graduated from primary school in the village. She will take me and my best friend to study in the county.

On the day when Doudou arrived at the new school, I lay on her back, trembling with nervousness. Just now, after listening to a book by a best friend, my sister smiled and said, "Silly child, don't be afraid. Come on, I'll teach you the latest self-introduction, and you can tell Doug gently. " I nodded and listened carefully to the movement coming from my stomach. In Sister Shu's gentle voice, Uncle Pen's comment pops up from time to time: "It's too wordy, delete it!" "What, don't have any literary talent. We peas are top students! " Oh, my God, these two babies are fighting. "For peas, let's stop arguing!" I shouted. Thank god. Doudou finally introduced himself. She is sitting next to a beautiful girl.

Doudou's students live a long and busy life. What hurts me and my friend is that she has no friends around.

In a blink of an eye, winter arrived and I was sleeping in my seat. Suddenly, a very hot thing got into my stomach, and my friends hurriedly exclaimed. I polished my eyes and saw that it was a bottle of milk! Look at the owner who let it in. Isn't that the pretty girl? It turns out that she wants to be good friends with Doudou! The bottle greeted everyone angrily, and the rubber sister kissed happily. Since then, I have seen a beautiful scenery around Doudou, the girl. They talked and laughed, and two long shadows were intertwined and dragged by the sunset for a long time ... "Doudou has friends!" " "My friends in my belly held a get-together to celebrate this great event. Naturally, the bottle was invited to the top table.

The shade is giggling. It's summer.

After three years of hard study, Doudou is about to usher in the senior high school entrance examination. Sister Shu tells Doudou her views on the article every day, and Uncle Pen dances a beautiful waltz on the white paper. Rubber sister has lost weight, but she is still handsome and lovely. Looking back on three years, we quarreled countless times, all for the good of Doudou. We held countless banquets because Doudou got good grades. ...

Doudou, I brought all my friends and mother's affectionate stitches and threads in my belly. I hope you get better results in the senior high school entrance examination!

The story in the schoolbag 1 1 opens the treasure chest of three years' memory. Then I saw the schoolbag that accompanied me in primary school for three years. Although it is an old schoolbag, it is well preserved.

I opened it out of curiosity. Then I dropped a guarantee from that schoolbag. At that moment, I seemed to follow it back to a recess three years ago.

At that time, as usual, I collected a lot of delicious food from my schoolbag and shared it with my best friend "Little Mushroom". Just as we were getting carried away with the food, suddenly a black shadow flashed by, and then we heard a tragic cry: "Oh, dear! It hurts! " Before the little mushroom recovered, I fell heavily on the ground, when the little mushroom rushed over and said, "Are you okay?"? Do you want to go to the infirmary? I smiled and said, "Nothing. I just twisted my foot. " The little mushroom said angrily, "Who? No eyes! "Then a boy came running;" I did it, what happened! "He said rightfully," you want to teach me a lesson at such a young age. "I can't do it!" At this moment, I saw the little mushroom pick up a schoolbag and throw it at him. As soon as the boy saw it, he immediately begged for mercy: "I was just joking, I'm really sorry." The little mushroom looked at him sincerely: "All right then. As long as you write a letter of guarantee, you will never bully anyone again. Then I won't tell the teacher. " And that guarantee has become an eternal memory in this schoolbag.

Then, another pen fell out of the bag. I traced this pen back to three years ago. It was Christmas and I was doing my homework in the mushroom house when suddenly a box appeared in front of me. I opened it and said, "Surprise! Merry Christmas to you! " Cried the little mushroom. Limited edition pen. I know you want it very much, so I gave it to you as a Christmas present.

The schoolbag is full of fond memories of primary school. It preserves the friendship of truth, goodness and beauty, and has been buried in the depths of the soul for a long time, with endless aftertaste.

The story in the schoolbag 12 In our study career, the schoolbag is our most sincere friend. It carries many unforgettable memories that we can't forget, and our thoughts come to me like a flood. ...

I don't know if I have a cold and my head is dizzy. The words in the book seem to be as big as two in front of me, but I persisted in class. I don't want to be a "deserter" because I feel a little uncomfortable, so I grit my teeth and stick to my behavior until my vision becomes blurred. I still underestimated the fighting capacity of the disease and was knocked down by it. After a noise, I was sent to the hospital by too many chefs from my classmates.

After I had an extremely difficult battle with the disease, it was already dark when I returned to school. The classroom was dark, so I opened it nervously. It's a good thing I haven't closed the door yet I pushed open the door, and it opened, making a frightening sound in the silent night.

"Oh, my homework hasn't been handed in yet!" Thinking of this, I hurried forward and ran to my desk. What's in front of me? The schoolbag, which was a little messy, is now neatly arranged. Looking at the schoolbag now, I can't believe the scene in front of me.

A warm current flows through my heart. I knew my classmate must have wrapped it for me. I opened my schoolbag carefully and found that it was full of colorful notes. I opened my eyes wide. What are these?

Pulling out a post-it note, I slowly opened it with trembling hands, which seemed to contain treasures. The words inside make my heart sour, but sweet as candy. It says: "Dear XX, don't resist taking medicine!" Take care of yourself and help with your homework. If you copy, you can't ask me! Come on! "Another: We are waiting for you! Also, I grabbed a handful from my schoolbag and my heart trembled. The moonlight shines obliquely, as if giving me another kind of light. It is full of students' concern for me!

I gently put these notes in the interlayer of my schoolbag one by one, which will be my memory. I pushed open the door of the classroom again, and bright stars flashed in front of my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and found that there were more stars, no longer lonely, no longer shining alone. They are all in the sky, showing eight teeth and smiling at me! I walked down the stairs at a brisk pace, holding a note full of love from my classmates in my hand and walking on my way home.

I put the note in my bag in the box, which will be my memory. There is love in the schoolbag, which is the story of my youth; The story I love; The story of my friendship will remain in my heart forever! The water of friendship will merge into the sea and form spring!

The story in the schoolbag 13 evokes childhood memories one by one, and every word evokes the hope of youth. Children's ignorance, teenagers' youth, parents' expectations and teachers' teaching are all gathered, accumulated and intertwined in the schoolbag.

Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

When I was a child, I had a small schoolbag, which contained my little privacy and secrets. These privacy and secrets record my innocent and naughty childhood.

I remember when I first went to school, my mother bought me a small pink schoolbag with a small interlayer. Nobody cares about it, but I regard it as a treasure to save pocket money.

One day I saw a classmate show off his pocket money with us. Speaking of how rich he is, my heart itches and I want to take out my money and PK him. I glanced at the little schoolbag. It seems to look at me with alert eyes and say: if you can't take out the money, you will lose it! I looked at it, thinking about my beloved pocket money, and gave up.

When I got home, I couldn't help taking out my money and counting it. I can't believe I have 26 yuan! I put the money back in my schoolbag, but my thoughts are stirring. Finally, I couldn't help it. I put the advice of my schoolbag behind me and intend to show it off with my classmates.

The next morning, I took out my money and said to my classmates, look, I have more than 20 yuan, which is several times that of you. Envy me! The students were very surprised I was just about to have fun with them, but it's a pity that classes started at this time.

When I went home at night, I was going to count my pocket money again, but when I went through my schoolbag, I lost my money! I cried with my bag in my arms.

The schoolbag lay quietly under the lamp, with wet tears on it.

The story in the bag 14 "Hey Hey"? What's that noise? When I heard the sound, I found it was coming from my schoolbag and it was still moving! What's inside?

I crept to my schoolbag, held out my hand carefully, tried not to make any noise, patted the schoolbag quickly and observed its reaction. The bag can't move, but the zipper automatically unzips bit by bit. I quickly dodged, hid and secretly observed the bag.

I saw the zipper completely unzipped, and a round little head stuck with a lock of hair emerged from my schoolbag. He looked around and said to himself, "Strange, strange, there was someone just now. Where is it? " After hearing this, I forgot that I was a peeping tom, and smiled and said, "What's so strange? You didn't look carefully. " My little head turned around and said, "I'm Mr. Mo, and I love to drink ink ..." Before he finished, I ran out and said angrily, "No wonder my ink soon disappeared, so it was you who drank it!" "Hey, don't be angry, don't be angry, I can let you learn!" "knowledge!" My voice did not fall when my mother's voice came: "Xiaoyu, are you talking to me?" "yes, no ... no ...! ""I clearly heard the sound. Let me look for it. " Mom looks a little angry. I sneaked a look at my schoolbag, but fortunately, the zipper of my schoolbag was zipped. "Ha ha ha, in the schoolbag!" Before I could answer, my mother opened her schoolbag, picked up Teacher Mo and asked strangely, "Are you ..." "I can let your children learn, don't throw me away ..."

"Light rain, get up! It was a dream.

Story in the bag 15 What's in the bag? Perhaps, someone will answer: books, pens, books. I said: the schoolbag is a place where stories are concentrated, with joy and sadness. ...

Remember that schoolbag? Who took a fancy to it first and bought it back? Remember that oil pen in the bag? Who gave it to you? Remember the pen in the bag? Who is playing with his classmates, knocking it down and splitting it? Remember the exercise book in the bag? Who wrote one article and tore another, leaving only two skins in the exercise book? commemorate ...

Open the exercise book, be careful or careless, that's your homework. It is painted in red. That's your wrong problem and the detailed solution process. By asking questions, you may see whether you are praised by the teacher or criticized by the teacher for carelessness. Page after page of exercises, each page has its own story, and a whole exercise book has a semester of classroom life.

Open a book, which contains more than just your story. Perhaps, you will see the beauty of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February flowers"; Perhaps, you will see a geometric proof like a spider's web; Perhaps, you will see the daily life of foreign people; Perhaps, you will see Newton sitting under an apple tree, and an apple fell; Perhaps, you will see the paper turn black where the sulfuric acid drops; probably ...

Pick up a pen at random, and there are far more stories in it than in books and books. If the book is a bird, then the pen is a wing, and a bird without wings can never fly. It will be literate and martial, accompany you through the battlefield of exams, and accompany you to describe mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. It witnessed everything that happened in the days around you. Youth is your most loyal partner.

A workbook, a book, a pen and a small schoolbag will be excavated infinitely, which is big enough for the whole world. They can't extend the width of the schoolbag, but they dig the depth of the schoolbag endlessly. Schoolbags, because of them, are not empty.

The so-called "schoolbag" is the "baggage used to hold books" after being disassembled. So, is there really a story in this bag? If so, which story is the most precious? Yes, there are endless stories in the schoolbag. The most beautiful story is the youth in the schoolbag.