A story written to my deskmate

1. Share the story between you and your deskmate

Touch her white and tender little hand

2. The relationship between your deskmate Story

When I was in first grade, I had a good friend who was inseparable from me - Zhang Shuyu. She was very beautiful, with blushing cheeks like rose petals, and a pair of deep dimples dancing with her never-ending smile. Her willow eyebrows are thin and long, and her big bright eyes shine with joy as if they can speak. Her hair was black and shiny, and was combed into two short braids, hanging beside her ears, with two big red bows tied on them, like two beautiful butterflies flying among the flowers. She is good at singing and dancing. When she dances, she is as light as a swallow, and when she sings, she is as euphemistic as a piano. She is still my deskmate.

Our two homes are very close to each other. We often review our homework together, go to school together, and go home together.

One time when Shu Yu and I were doing homework, we accidentally discovered the color painting she drew in the art group, so I took it over and looked at it carefully: I saw a dragon head on the picture with its mouth open. Staring, sticking out its horns, sticking out its tongue, it looks majestic and murderous, so powerful. The painting is lifelike, awesome! Only then did Shu Yu realize that I was looking at her painting. She was probably a little shy, so she reached out to grab the painting. I didn't react for a moment, and I was still holding the painting tightly with my hand. I only heard a "chock" sound, and the painting was torn to pieces. I looked at the torn painting and said very apologetically: "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Can you draw another one?" Shu Yu's face sank, and his mouth was pouted like a peg or a water tank. The ladle was turned inside out. She said angrily: "It's easy to say. I painted this painting with great difficulty. You paint it and you still don't know what you are painting!" After saying that, Shu Yu grabbed his schoolbag and left without looking back. . I looked at her figure and was so angry that I puffed up my cheeks and was speechless. From then on, neither of us called each other a name when we went to school, and neither of us ignored the other when we arrived at school.

Soon, the school held a sports meeting, and I had a project in the morning, but I happened to forget to wear sneakers. I was so anxious that I was like an ant on a hot pot. Hey, by the way, Zhang Shuyu’s feet are almost the same as mine. Da, let’s borrow it from her. Then I thought, I don’t!

At this time, a familiar face appeared in front of me, it was her! I saw Zhang Shuyu saying softly: "Hey, me, I will change shoes with you." "I will change shoes with you, unless the sun comes out from the west." I said stubbornly. After hearing what I said, she hurriedly said to me: "It was my fault last time. I shouldn't have said those words. Please forgive me. It's better to put on your shoes quickly so that our class can get good results." Thinking about that day What happened was originally my fault. I am a class cadre and should be better than others in everything, but in this regard I am really not as good as Shu Yu! I looked at those excited eyes and couldn't say a word.

I ran on the silver-white track and thought to myself: I must get good results! Because I tasted the sweet taste of unity and friendship among classmates.

3. Write a composition about your deskmate (the story that happened with your deskmate)

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When you hear "your deskmate "These two words must be familiar to you, because you see him every day. Of course, countless stories will also happen between the same tablemates. Some are like a cup of light boiled water, laughed away; some are like black tea with ice, with a long aftertaste. In short, the stories between the tablemates are varied, some are happy and some are sad. Xiao He Composition Network zww.cn

My deskmate is a thin boy. It is obvious at a glance how anorexic he is, just like a person suffering from famine in a certain area. He loves playing games and singing.

No, as the self-study class came, he began to show off his singing voice again: "I hold the meteor crescent knife in my hand, shouting the slogan of the moon, sign up for whoever is ahead, if you have the ability, don't run away ..." "Wow! Wow! Wow! It costs money for others to sing!" I really want to wake him up and see if he has a "fever". But no matter what I called him, he kept singing, lost in the singing, wandering in the singing, and no matter how angry anyone roared, he still refused to stop.

Everyone has a moment to show off his power. Just when I was about to snatch his Chinese book, his singing stopped abruptly and he roared at me, "Do you know that it is extremely impolite to disturb others?" You should understand this!" I replied angrily: "But you have made it impossible for the neighbors to learn, do you understand?" He was unreasonable and said "Bah, bah" twice. Not to be outdone, I continued to challenge: "Do you know how much I spent on trying to get you to stop!" We kept arguing, but no one would give in. He had no gentlemanly manners at all and no courtesy. Finally, we thought of a fair solution, so we formulated the "Five Chapters of Agreement", which is as follows:

Five Chapters of Agreement

Party A: Su Shiqi

Party B: Yao Siyu

Party A and Party B must abide by the following agreements while they are at the same table:

1. Party B shall not throw garbage in Party A’s garbage bag.

2. Party A is not allowed to copy Party B’s answers when doing the questions.

3. If the other party is in difficulty, you must help.

4. Party A and Party B are not allowed to leave the boundary.

5. Party A shall not borrow any stationery from Party B.

×Year×Month×Day

The agreement calmed down the storm. Although we no longer quarrel, we will never forgive each other. It’s hard to say that you don’t forgive, but it’s actually very difficult to do it. For example, when the teacher asks our classmates to discuss problems, we can’t be speechless... Hey, agreement, agreement! You are the tool to calm the storm, you let the story of your deskmate continue...

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"Tomorrow will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Will you still remember it tomorrow?" I miss you who cried the most."

A campus song casts a hazy veil over the "deskmates" on campus, making people have endless thoughts. The confiding words and the simple and beautiful melody made the originally ordinary relationship become a bit more ambiguous and sweet, turning it into a beautiful memory.

Recently, some media launched a survey on "deskmates" based on this song. One question was: "Do you still remember these lyrics? Do you recall your deskmates?" ”

Yes, “Do you recall your deskmate?” This sentence really brought back my memories of student life. Those past events that had faded away long ago drifted into sight again. It's a pity that our generation was born at the wrong time. It seems that none of our deskmates at that time had the romantic sentiment that makes people yearn for it, as described in the song. Although it is a bit boring to recall, it also bears the mark of an era, so you might as well let your thoughts drift in the wind for a while.

From elementary school to university, in more than ten years of school life, I can’t remember how many classmates I had. There were men and women among them, most of them passed by each other, and not many left a deep impression.

My childhood sweetheart, my deskmate in elementary school, has no more stories except for some naughty children’s pranks. That year, one of my high school classmates was traveling far away. I went to the station to see her off, and by chance I met someone who was traveling with her. During the conversation, I learned that she was my primary school classmate. To be honest, I can't remember her name. She also looked familiar to me, so she tactfully mentioned my elementary school experience, thus confirming our classmate relationship. We were in a hurry and didn't have time to reminisce about the past. Afterwards, my high school classmate wrote a letter, mentioning this elementary school classmate, saying that this classmate once sat at the same table with me and heard some stories about my elementary school days from my deskmate. My deskmate said that I was a bit naughty and domineering when I was a child. I once drew a chalk line on the desk and did not allow my deskmate’s arms to cross the line. I couldn't remember such a thing happening, but when she mentioned it, it seemed like it had happened. Moreover, I remember that many classmates were like this at that time, they were just naughty and had no more meaning.

After entering middle school, "we are just the same teenagers who are in their prime". As we grow up, we may not necessarily have a romantic interest occasionally, but there are not many ambiguous things that happen between our classmates. Maybe it's because the tablemates are too close and are in contact with each other every day, so there are no more daydreams. What's more, at that time, the class implemented a gang of one and a pair of red students. The teacher always arranged two students who were good at studying and the other was bad to sit together. You can imagine what kind of sparks this kind of helping relationship can create.

The people who are most likely to have sparks and emotions are students in the university.

However, as the first class of college students to resume the college entrance examination after the Cultural Revolution, we senior students already had families when we went to college. Every day, I walk into class with the smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all over my body to listen to the teacher's lectures, and then I go home with my parents, wife and children with my head full of mathematics, physics and chemistry texts. I don't have any more distractions. A lifetime of youth has been exhausted in more than ten years of turmoil. The wasted years have made us more pragmatic, and we no longer have the romantic interest in the song. It is said that today's college students are already in pairs before leaving school, and even rent a house outside the school to live together. This was unimaginable before the 1980s.

In my college class, there were only five girls per ***. And I was very lucky to sit at the same table with one of them, and to be honest, she was the most beautiful among the five golden flowers. However, the age difference makes me always think of my niece who is slightly older than her when I see her. It was the ten-year Cultural Revolution that disrupted the seniority in the school. Otherwise, how could we be classmates?

Last year was the 30th anniversary of the graduation of the Class of ’77 college students. My classmates gathered at my alma mater from all over the world, and I met my college classmate again. The innocent childish student back then has now matured into a charming and charming woman. "Who tied up your long hair and made you a wedding dress?" I hadn't seen you for many years and wanted to be humorous, so I casually said the lyrics from the song at the beginning of this article. After hearing this, she said calmly: "It was written by Gao Xiaosong." I immediately withdrew my humor and said, "Yes." It can be seen that even with exaggerated techniques, it is difficult to find scenes that can be performed from our tablemates. For us, being at the same table is just a passing experience a few years ago due to specific historical origins.

In any case, that song is beautifully written, so beautiful that hearing it makes today’s young students envious and even a little jealous.

4. The story of my deskmates and me, 600 words

From the first grade of elementary school to the second grade of junior high school, I had many deskmates, each of whom had their own unique style and sense of humor. But what I will never forget is my deskmate this year: Xu Xiaoqi. He gave me many good memories, even the memories of the fights were good ones.

When I was just at the same table with him, he called me my nickname "Carp Fat", which made me very angry (I was not familiar with him, I only chatted with him a few times in my first year of junior high school) I fought hard with him, and it didn't take long for him to beg for mercy. I became good friends with him in just three days, and he was very kind to me. I remember a few days ago, a classmate stole my homework and copied it, but I didn’t sue the teacher. Later, the teacher found out. I felt aggrieved and was scolded by the teacher until I cried. Although I look like a boy, I am a girl after all and I am very fragile. I walked back to the classroom with aggrievedness, and I cried when I sat in my seat. At that time, he took a grasshopper and waited for me in the classroom. He wanted to scare me, because I was most afraid of grasshoppers. When he saw me crying, he immediately threw the grasshopper away and hurriedly asked me what was going on. "What's going on? Feifei, don't cry. Did someone hit you? I'll hit you back." "It's mathematics." "Teacher, I can't beat the math teacher. If she scolds you, I'll scold you back." He said a lot of humorous words, which made me laugh. When he saw that I was writing my homework slowly, he said, "I'll wait for you. Please write faster." He patted my head again and said, "Don't be sad, I will protect you."

Once, I had a fight with him and I ignored him. When I went to the office to grade my homework, I accidentally mentioned that Xu Xiaoqi was always annoying me while chatting with the class teacher. The teacher moved his seat away. When he returned to the classroom, class had already started. He was confused. After class, he ran to talk to me. The teacher reasoned, but the teacher ignored him. During lunch, he said to me seriously: "I will definitely change it back." I nodded. When I am angry, he always coaxes me; when I am bored, he always teases me; when I encounter problems, he always helps me. I remember one time, it was a physics class, and the physics teacher was very cruel. I fell asleep because I was very sleepy because all the test papers were correct. He saw it, and he was afraid that the teacher would find out, so he hit me awake with an eraser. After class, I beat him without asking why. Later, someone told me the reason. I regretted it and apologized to him, and he forgave me.

Another time, he hooked his arm around my shoulder to go upstairs, and I pushed him away. Fortunately, someone helped him, otherwise he would have fallen downstairs. He wasn't angry, he just patted my head and said, "Why are you so stingy that you can't even ask me to hook your shoulders?" I shook my head and said, "You scared me." He smiled.

Everyone can see how good he is to me. I consider him my best friend, and even though he has been transferred and we are no longer at the same table, our relationship is still the same, or even better. I will cherish this good friend.

5. Comprehensive essay "The Story of My Deskmate and Me"

Everyone has their own deskmate, and there are different stories belonging to two people. I can only provide You have the material, and you can write a story yourself.

1. When the teacher comes, call me:

2. Write quickly.

Lend me to copy after you finish writing:

You Copy it first... then give it to me after you finish it:

3. Lend me the pen to use...:

4. Let me have a look (during the exam):

(After the test paper is distributed). .

5. What’s the next class?

6. get out of class ends in a few minutes:

7. Don’t talk, the teacher is behind you. .

8. Send it to XXX for me:

9. This exam depends on you:

10. Hey, how do you write the word XX?: < /p>

11. I'm starving... Do you have anything to eat...:

12. Do you have any transparent glue...:

13. Let the water go I'll take a sip... don't face it...:

14. What homework do you have tonight?:

15. Don't look... the teacher is at the window...:

16. Let me out~~Let me in~~

17. I will sleep for a while, and the teacher will come and call me. .

18. What should I write silently this time?

I will write it in bigger words later

Warmth

I miss my seatmate...

(We have all said it)

I would like to dedicate this to every deskmate in my student life! I want to tell you: I miss the happy times in the past! I will always remember you! !

6. The story of Lao Lang’s "My Deskmate"

A song I have long heard is "My Deskmate", and I know that it was written by Gao Xiaosong and Lao Lang Singing.

I met Gao Xiaosong at the Sina Blog Contest Awards Ceremony. He was very talkative. He first talked about the fact that the King of Han gave me a handwriting computer. He was very dissatisfied. He said that the richer the person, the more things others gave him, and the poorer the person, the poorer he became. He used this example to illustrate a phenomenon in blogs. Those with high click-through rates on blogs will get higher and higher, while those with low click-through rates will never have a chance to show up. There are some celebrities who are very well-known in society. After they open blogs, many people will come here because of their reputation, and the click-through rate will naturally be very high. However, those who are not famous want to be recognized by everyone and want to improve their reputation. Click-through rates are very difficult.

Gao Xiaosong also said that writing must have an atmosphere, just like the ancient poets. He listed a lot of names and said that most of these poets wrote beautiful poems in brothels. If he There will be no inspiration if a person is locked up in a dark room. If you can't see beautiful women, you won't be able to write good works. There are only two or three exceptions. He also listed the names, but I can't remember them clearly. I couldn't help but interject: "You compared Sina blog to a brothel." Gao Xiaosong said: "Bortheau and brothel are two different things," and then gave a lot of reasons.

In my memory, Gao Xiaosong, Lao Lang and "My Deskmate" are linked together. Gao Xiaosong's speech left a deep impression on me, and it also reminded me of something that happened on my blog.

I mentioned my middle school days in a blog. Unexpectedly, one of my middle school classmates saw it and she immediately commented: "Seeing this photo of Lao Pan, The link vaguely restores the appearance of Lao Pan in middle school. At that time, his classroom was separated by a wall. He would occasionally go to their classroom to play with his cousin Zhang Guangya. Lao Pan was the younger one in their class who sat in the front row and stood out. People. There was a math homework show, and I brought some homework books for everyone to observe. I remember Shi Jiyu, Ji Jiaqi, Pan Shiyi and others.

Those people all matched their numbers, but I didn't know who Pan Shiyi was, so I asked my cousin: Who is Pan Shiyi? My cousin answered: It’s the neatest one in the first row, Mr. Pan’s nephew. I said: The one who looks fair, has a round head, and has a smart smile? My cousin said: Yes. In fact, from the perspective of today's adults, he is a sunny boy who is clean, full of heaven, and optimistic. In my memory, Pan Shiyi has big and bright eyes. ”

This message on the blog brought me back to my middle school days. The classmate who left the message is my schoolmate, and her cousin is my classmate. She is very beautiful and studies well. Especially the handwriting is very beautiful. According to the current saying, I was a "school beauty". At that time, I just came to the commune from the ravine and was very timid about everything there. When we were in middle school, male and female classmates did not talk to each other. , I never exchanged a word with this school beauty in our class. This was the first time in decades that I heard her speak so highly of me behind my back, so I immediately left a message to this netizen. I asked her where her cousin was now and asked her to say hello to her cousin on my behalf. She replied that her cousin was married to the son of a tax administrator in our township and they had a daughter. At this time, I thought of Lao Lang again. There is a line in the song "You at the Same Desk": "I also happened to look through the photos, and then I remembered you at the same table. "We never took pictures in that era, and we didn't leave any photos, but now you can also find your deskmate through the blog.

7. Write a letter to your classmates about your growth story

Dear so-and-so:

I don’t know since when, I have something on my mind. My thin notepad has a small lock, and I am more cautious when speaking and doing things. , I lost some of the innocence and impulsiveness of the past, and learned how to be careful when dealing with others.

I wonder if the more people grow older, the more pressure they have to bear, and the more they do things. It can't be as simple and smooth as it was when we were young.

As we grow older, we no longer indulge in the games we used to play when we were young. The hook will not change in a hundred years, and it has become a joke to us. Now we never dare to make any promises to others, and everything in the past has long become history. Zhongcai realized that all this has gone away from you

Yesterday I had a quarrel with Yue over a small matter, and today I still maintain a "distance" when I meet Yue. I know that if I have a falling out with Yue, it is impossible to be like him. Just like when we were young, we had a falling out this morning, and we could still play hand in hand in the afternoon. As we grow older, we are no longer childish and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Sometimes we make mistakes. No matter whose fault it is, we will not apologize to anyone easily. If we have a falling out, it will be difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. After a long time, it will become awkward. There will be an extra layer of separation. “Can time dilute everything? "But can you dilute the conflicts between me and Yue?

After bidding farewell to Ming in tears today, Ming boarded the train going north, and we have been separated by a world since then. The so-called "love each other" It’s hard to see each other again, and it’s also hard to say goodbye” is vividly reflected in this farewell. It is precisely because of the pain of parting that we cherish the reunion we have now.

As we grow up, , with their own ideals and pursuits, no one will stay too long for an unnecessary station. It is precisely because of our pursuit that no matter how good friends we used to be, we have to separate now, and the good ones may be more in the future. Good, bad, maybe we will feel like strangers when we meet again.

In the last monthly exam, Jun won the title of first in the class, his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity was "an instant success". However, Cheng "won" the "championship" as the last one in the class. With such results, Cheng did not shed tears because he understood that men should not shed tears lightly and should only shed them in their hearts. , Cheng was demented in the class for a few days.

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Growth is like this, there is laughter and crying, joy and sorrow, and separation. In the passing years, we have gained and lost too much. Every smile of victory and every cry of grievance have made us understand a lot. In the days when we get together with friends, we have learned to be tolerant and sad. When we cry, we learn to get up; after achieving results, we learn to be humble.

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Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is a story written with smiles, tears, success and failure as a score

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8. A touching story that happened between deskmates

A 12-year-old Tibetan girl was buried in the rubble and died while trying to save her classmates

Zou Wen Zhang Chunmei, an 11-year-old student in class 1 of the fourth grade of Yingxiu Primary School, was rescued.

"Daughter, why don't you be 'selfish'..." Yesterday at 9 o'clock in the morning, beside the ruins of the collapsed teaching building of Yingxiu Primary School in Wenchuan County, 43-year-old Tibetan man Zou Ding looked at the head of his daughter Zou Wen. The body was crying with tears and runny noses. His wife Ren Chaoxiu and another relative were putting clean clothes on Zou Wen's body. Zou Ding's 80-year-old father was also standing nearby looking at his granddaughter, shedding turbid tears, his body shaking uncontrollably, and murmuring. Whispered, "You are so good, the teachers love you so much!"

Won fifth place in the 100 meters at the county sports meeting

Zou Wen, a 1.6-meter-tall Tibetan girl, is in the fifth grade of Yingxiu Primary School. A student in the first grade is also the monitor of the class and the captain of the school's Young Pioneers.

After the earthquake on May 12, Zou Ding and his wife rushed to Yingxiu Primary School and found that the teaching building had been razed to the ground, with only the stairs still standing abruptly. The heartbreaking cries of children came from the ruins. At that time, the couple firmly believed that their daughter Zou Wen would come out alive. "She has always been so kind-hearted. Her classmates liked her very much at school. She was very generous and would share whatever she had with her classmates. The teacher was also very kind." I love her. She often helps the teacher correct homework. She is also very sensible and obedient at home.” One girl has good handwriting, and her compositions are often used as model essays by teachers to read in class. She is also responsible for the blackboard newspaper in the class. It can be said that she has all-round development of morality, intelligence and physical fitness. She teaches herself painting and music, and is most interested in sports. At the end of April, she represented the school to participate in the sports meeting in Wenchuan County, and won fifth place in both the 100 meters and the 200 meters. "My daughter has been in good health and can run fast since she was a child. This is why the Zou Dings have always believed that their daughter will escape in time."

But on the afternoon of the 14th, people found Zou Wen’s body in the ruins. Zou Ding’s heart, as he described it, “broke all of a sudden.”

"She could have been alive"

"She was the last one in her class. When she was found, her hand was still tightly supporting a classmate. "At first glance, I knew that she was helping the teacher organize the students to evacuate." Zou Ding said while crying, "She was already running up the stairs on the second floor. If she didn't help the teacher to save the classmates, with her speed, she would be alone." If she ran down, nothing would happen! She could have survived, all because she was trying to save her classmates! She has such a good heart and is so kind! We have always taught her to live in harmony with her classmates and to love others. Only when you love others will others love you. If she was 'selfish' for once, she wouldn't..."

What Zou Ding regretted the most was that his daughter once told him that the school building was dangerous. , wanted to transfer to another school, but he didn't agree. "She told me several times. After the Spring Festival this year, she told me again that there were cracks in the teaching building of Yingxiu Primary School and it was a dilapidated building. She wanted to transfer to Dujiangyan, but our family's financial conditions did not allow it, so I did not agree. She was also very obedient. , I didn’t say anything. Who knew..."

Yesterday, Zou Wen’s mother, Ren Chaoxiu, dressed her daughter in her favorite clothes for the last time - gray long-sleeved casual clothes and blue long sweatpants. . She took out the photos she took of Zou Wen half a month ago, "I took some photos of her for her 12th birthday. Unexpectedly, these became her last photos."

Zou Wen Next to the bodies were parked the bodies of dozens of teachers and students from Yingxiu Primary School who died in the earthquake, and some of them had small schoolbags placed next to them. Not far away, excavators were searching for teachers and students buried in the rubble. The school said there were more than 200 people buried underneath.

9. Touching stories between classmates

Give you inspiration, you can modify it yourself:

In the long river of my memory, there are many things that make me happy Touching things. They are like countless stars shining in the Milky Way. Although they are bright or dark, they are all extremely beautiful and colorful.

Among them, there is one of the brightest stars hanging high in my mind. Now, let me take it off for you to watch slowly.

I remember when I was in second grade, on a cold winter morning, I forgot to bring my gloves and went to school. When I got to school, my little hands were already red from the cold, but it was too late to go back to get the gloves, so I had to walk into the classroom.

"When the house leaks, it rains all night long." Shortly after I walked into the classroom, the sky suddenly turned dark, and "the rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building." It makes people feel an indescribable depression. feel. After a while, snowflakes began to float in the air. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and finally, it was like goose feathers flying in the air... The weather was getting colder and colder.

Looking at the heavy snow and watching my classmates put on gloves one after another, I could only keep breathing into my palms, rubbing my hands, and praying that the sky would clear up soon.

However, "Heaven does not follow people's wishes." Gradually, everything in the world became covered in silver, but the damn snow kept falling! A layer of mist could not help but appear in my eyes. I kept asking myself: Why are you so careless? How could you forget to wear gloves on such a cold day? It's getting cold now! It would be strange if the snow kept falling and my hands didn’t freeze...

Just when I was blaming myself and regretting it, a pair of gloves caught my eye. "Put it on quickly, you're going to get frostbite." I looked up in surprise and saw that it was my deskmate Liu Ting. She took off her gloves. "What about you?" I asked hesitantly. At this moment, I wanted to take over the gloves right away, but at the same time I couldn't help but blame myself: Why are you so selfish? Isn’t Liu Ting cold? Are you the only one who is afraid of the cold?

Liu Ting seemed to see through my inner contradiction, took my hand, put the glove in my palm, and said, "It's okay, my hands are warm, not cold!" At that moment, the temperature of Liu Ting's palm suddenly made me feel extremely warm, so warm that I mistakenly thought that spring had arrived. My nose was sore, and I put on my gloves while holding back the tears that wanted to burst from my eyes. Liu Ting smiled knowingly...

That incident deeply touched me. At that moment, Liu Ting's sweet smile will always be engraved in my heart. Although it is not a so-called "earth-shattering" event for Liu Ting to give her gloves to me, there are few people who would sacrifice themselves for others like Xing Keqing. I believe that Liu Ting's actions came from the kindness in her heart. Otherwise, she could just "sweep the snow in front of her own door and not worry about the frost on other people's tiles."

"Giving roses to others leaves fragrance in your hands." A candle does not reduce its brightness by lighting another candle. On the contrary, it becomes more brilliant the moment it is lit! In the long and rich spiritual treasure house of our Chinese nation, helping others is a shining treasure. Liu Ting's spirit of self-sacrifice for others moved me. From her smile, I read the true meaning of helping others.

10. Tell me a story about you and your classmates

One time during a big class break, I felt unwell, so I asked the teacher to take leave from doing exercises, and then told the people around me When I didn't go, everyone else asked why, but he asked why

He was particularly good at science. The junior high school mathematics teacher left the classroom halfway through the lecture because he felt unwell, and then asked me to go with him. I will never forget that when he walked up to the podium to talk about the topic, his whole body seemed to be shining with light. When I entered the first grade of junior high school, I fell in love with him for two years. Now I am a junior, we have been together for 6 years and 7 years. Months old

On the first day after I transferred from high school, the teacher assigned me a seat, and then a boy at my new desk quietly pushed over two Wangzai milk candies with his fingers. I said this Is it for me? He nodded very shyly, ah, boys are such cute creatures! Let me go up there oooooooo

I said I was hungry and skipped class to buy me rice noodles. He came back and told me: This is made from beef. I didn’t put chili pepper. It shouldn’t be too spicy. Don’t eat it if you come to my aunt. It's spicy. I often eat beef rice noodles from this restaurant. I don't know if you like it or if you can get used to it. If you don't like it, I'll buy you Han rice noodles! Because he is Hui and I am Han

I like a boy in high school. He hung around during class. I scolded him, why are you so idle (salty)? He said, you are not idle, you are sweet.

My classmate in the second year of high school is a boy. Once I compared the size of my palms with him, and he suddenly intertwined his fingers. My face turned red with embarrassment, but he just smiled faintly

Seeing this I thought of him at the first glance of the topic.... He was at my left table, and when I first moved to the table next to him, he would tilt his head and chat with me every day, "I really like chatting with you." "His eyes are crooked and the sun is warm. I still can't forget it... It's been three years, and I still don't know if I like him or am obsessed with him.

My male classmate in elementary school is the kind of person who is very naughty and sometimes very warm-hearted. I was about to graduate from the sixth grade. One day, he hurried in and told me that there was some important news. I turned my ears away while reading the book. He suddenly kissed me and then stared directly into my eyes. Then... I poked a hole in his hand with a pen.