My classmate's sixth grade composition

Naughtiness is her fault, cleverness is her gift, making others laugh is her pleasure, comeliness and beauty are my looks, and everyone loves her. She is my classmate-Hu Lingling.

She has beautiful black hair, long straight hair hanging over her shoulders like a waterfall, and long black hair sticking to her round eyes. Maybe one day, when her round eyes turn, your unlucky day will come. Besides, that nose is really my punching bag. When it's okay, I will touch it gently and pinch it hard. Now that I think about it, I can't help but want to squeeze it on my familiar nose.

Because I sit in front of her and get along well with her, whenever we sit together, we always talk a lot, accompanied by bursts of laughter, even in class. Being with her is happy, without sadness. Even if you joke with her when you are angry, it will disappear. She is so cute, so lovable! My classmate wrote 600 words.

She often plays with our male classmates, but it attracts other gossip, but she doesn't think so, as usual. I asked her why, and she said, "Go your own way and let others talk." If you care too much about other people's opinions, you will live very tired. Although she is usually stupid, what she said is quite incisive. I admire her words very much, and now they have become my motto!

I have to say thank you to her for sitting in Class 22, Grade Two. If it weren't for her encouragement, I might not have finished the third grade. It is because of her repeated encouragement and careful guidance that I found the reason to continue reading again and again! She is a very kind person.

In a word, she is lovely, just like your sister. Sometimes, she is considerate, just like your teacher. Maybe she is naughty, but not too much, and sometimes she will be my pistachio!

Having said that, I can't help but sigh: "A thousand dollars is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find!" " "

About my classmate Fan Wen 2

There are more than 60 different faces in our class, and the one that impressed me the most belongs to them-Guan Fan, also known as Huimin, and I come from the same town. But we all like to call him Guan. At first, it was called "Relationship" because its name was similar to "Edison Chen", but later it deteriorated.

Guan Fan is short, slim and slender, fair-skinned, and weighs no more than 100 kg. He has short black hair, watery eyes and a pair of glasses with small frames. His nose is not straight. He has a small cherry mouth, neatly arranged yellow teeth, and a distinctive voice full of femininity.

He is warm and helpful. Once I had a sore throat after eating fried food, so I ate some gunpowder with this "Chen big doctor". He asked me if I had bad breath, if I ate spicy food and so on. After asking, he took out a bottle of medicine and let me take three tablets. That day, I went to the stadium to play ball. A man scratched my arm because his nails were too long. I went to ask him for hydrogen peroxide. He said it was only iodine, but I said it was useless. After seeing my wound, he went back and took out iodine and cotton swabs for me without even washing his clothes, and said that it would hurt a little if iodine was rubbed. I am very grateful, but due to the expression of words, I said, "Thank you, Guan!" " "

But sometimes the sail is quite annoying. Every time I study reading at night, I laugh wildly. If I don't make exercise books, I have to have history books memorized. One day at noon, I told him not to influence others too loudly, and he also told me. I really want to hit him.

Zhicong, also known as chives. He is a little taller than me, and his hair will look like Einstein without dressing up. A pair of murderous eyes makes me shudder, wearing a pair of old-fashioned eyes. Gao Ting has two thick Dani lips under his nose, and his strong body often runs alone on the runway.

Wisdom is thin-skinned and not generous enough. Every weekend at school, I have to wait until there are no acquaintances on the basketball court before playing. I asked him why, and he said he was afraid of being laughed at for his poor skills. Physical education class always likes to sit in the corner and watch others play. It can be said that his personality is a bit withdrawn! Emotion is easily influenced by the outside world, and it is easy to be emotional when doing things.

Students! You accompanied me through the first year of high school. We changed from acquaintances to close friends. What we have experienced together will be the epitome of our senior one life and a part of our memory.

About my classmate Fan Wen 3

Today is Sunday. I went to bed too late last night. I don't want to get up lazy in the morning, but I can't help it! I can't stand the sound of the school broadcast reaching my eardrum, and I can't stand the bright and dazzling white light of the light pipe in the dormitory. I can't dream any more, my headache is splitting, my classmates are chirping like birds, and the alarm clock of my classmates across the bed rings mercilessly for a few minutes. I want to scold in the dormitory: "I can't live on Sunday." But I didn't scold, think about it, forget it between classmates, why haggle over every ounce. I rubbed my dim eyes sleeping in the deep sea, got up and lifted the messy quilt, and lifted the mosquito net as white as snow with my hands.

I dragged my tired body and waddled down from the bed board. After I went down, I searched my sneakers with 360-degree eyes. I sat on Xiao Gui's bed, willy-nilly, ready to put on my shoes and then wash my face and brush my teeth. I used to wear shoes under Serena's bed. Today, he went home on a long vacation, and even took the mat home, feeling that he would never come again. When I put on one shoe and the other shoe was not tied, Xiao Gui yelled at me at the dormitory door, "Why do you always like to sit with me and change shoes?" He is 1.7 meters tall, huge, with red eyes and a face that looks like a lion.

My heart hurts like a knife, and a warm sadness rushes to my face. Xiao Gui was my deskmate a month ago, but now she calls me a little selfish and stingy. I responded with strong self-esteem and face-saving: "Why are you so stingy?" This sentence spread all over the dormitory, and the voice was so fluent that it was fascinating. At this time, all the students in the dormitory stared at them, their eyes wide open, and so they fell. As if they saw glittering gold, their eyes flowed slowly on me like water. Although I know that their focus falls on me, I know that what I said has spilled on me, and the water can't be taken back.

Whatever you think, I'm right. Xiao Gui is really stingy, which is also recognized in the dormitory. Besides, I know that he has been in contact with him for a month. Every day, he asked me to give him a tissue. He buys cigarettes when he has money, and borrows them from me when he has no money. When I didn't have it, I borrowed it all over the dormitory, so that everyone didn't want to lend it to him anymore. Fortunately, I lend him paper towels every day. He never bought paper towels when he came to school. He used exercise books to ask his classmates, and sometimes he used exercise books. The toilet is often blocked, which is the result of his work with his exercise book. He likes to take advantage and often takes my meal card and doesn't return it. This is the truth witnessed by everyone, which is more real than the Nanjing Massacre of Japanese devils. Now he is angry with me because I sat on the mat in his bed. I feel so sad and helpless. How can I have such a classmate? I shudder to think about it. I patted his mattress clean and went to brush my teeth without looking back. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I ate a steamed bun, feeling that I could not finish it for a long time. There is a bitter taste in Jue's mouth, and I am more bitter than eating Huang Lian. I can't tell others about my inner grievances. I don't usually remember his kindness. All he remembers is that it was my fault that I sat on his mat.

My heart is in a state of turmoil: "am I sitting there because Serena is absent from class?" I think Serena is also a stingy classmate. With a car and money at home, she is still so selfish. Is it really only selfish between classmates? Xiao Gui once sang for me that you are deskmates. She always said that she was a sports student. As long as you make a noise, I'll help you make bread for breakfast outside. When I said that I really wanted to eat a delicious breakfast, he refused meanly: don't think too much, next time first. After that, he turned his back on me. Up to now, he hasn't realized his wish to help me buy breakfast. He swore at me. I really don't understand why students do this. Are those friendships eternal? Isn't the affection between classmates sincere? I keep asking myself, thinking, time flies. The leader blew a whistle outside the dormitory to signal that it's time, and the students should go to the classroom at once, otherwise they will be punished on the spot if they are caught, and maybe even more punishment will be given. No way, the orders of the school are like a mountain, so we can only obediently succumb to this serious school rule.

I walked into the spacious and white classroom alone with a heavy and sad heart. I lowered my head and walked to my seat. I sat quietly, doing nothing, and the hard work exhausted me. After a while, my new deskmate Komori came. In fact, this is not new. They are all former junior high school classmates, but this month I was lucky enough to be transferred by my teacher. He sat down, deliberately comforted me, and was polite for a while before I recovered my normal mood. When reading in the morning, I shouted loudly to read all the unhappiness this morning. The sound of my reading covered the whole class, the bell stopped and my voice echoed in the classroom. When I was silent, the representative of Chinese class announced that more than 20 papers had been lost in today's Chinese weekly test, so students who don't want to write don't want papers. Some students were overjoyed. The five classes on Sunday are all weekly tests, which are rare. You don't have to listen to the teacher. It doesn't matter whether you write or not. When the representative of Chinese class came to me, he asked us both, which one of you wants to write? I kept silent and wanted to give Komori a test paper for each table. He said he didn't want to write it, and I was tired of writing it. He said to help me write it. I was also very happy when I took the test paper, and suddenly I felt that there was still friendship between my classmates. I am very happy to write a draft composition, Komori is complaining, he looks at me to write, and the jealous expression makes me incredible.

Then, he couldn't bear it, and secretly took my test paper and did it. I thought I couldn't see it, but I did see it, and my mood returned to being scolded by Xiao Gui. I really can't accept what is in front of me. Komori clung to the test papers of three classes for fear that I would take them away. I am very sad. I have been asking myself: Why did he want to write but didn't come to me directly? Gave me the hope of friendship, but finally gave me heartless despair? I really don't understand those people's ulterior motives, and I dare not think about it again. Perhaps, this is reality! I will accept the realistic performance between my classmates, no matter how cruel!