My story composition with my deskmate

In life, work and study, we often see the figure of composition. Writing a composition is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my story composition collected by my deskmate, hoping to help everyone.

My deskmate's story composition 1 Next semester, a new classmate named Yuan comes to our class. He is also my new deskmate.

Because the first time we met, she and I were both introverted, and we never spoke again after greeting. Hao is the social butterfly of our class. She came to chat with us immediately after class. During the conversation, our relationship also went further, from strangers to ordinary friends.

In a blink of an eye, we have been in the fourth grade, and the gap between me and Yuan has completely disappeared. When I signed up, as soon as I saw her coming back, I immediately shouted, "Yuan! Yuan! I am coming! " Then rushed up to a bear hug "Yuan, did you hear that? The math teacher is pregnant and we have a new teacher to take over. " "Really? ! The new teacher, a man or a woman? Is it fierce? " "How should I know? I have never seen it. " "Well, let's find a seat first." After sitting down and chatting for a while, the teacher came into the classroom and explained something. Later, a new math teacher came, an old man named Chen. He looked very gentle.

But this teacher Chen looks gentle, but in fact he is particularly fierce and strict. After the first class on Tuesday, the math teacher called me to the office and took a ruler. I walked trembling, and Yuan comforted me: "Don't be afraid, I'll wait for you at the door." I don't know that I made a mistake in the office. It turns out that this is why people come out of the office with a long face every day. I have a strong self-esteem. Be scolded and beaten in front of so many teachers. My hands hurt and I feel uncomfortable. After I went out, Yuan immediately stepped forward: "What's the matter? Is everything all right? Did the teacher hit you? I showed her my red hand: "I made a mistake. Teacher Chen hit me and scolded me in front of so many teachers. My hand hurts! " "Yuan frowned:" As for? This teacher is too fierce! Don't be sad. I was scolded by him. It's no big deal. "She comforted me again, and I felt much better.

Now I'm in the sixth grade. Although I'm no longer at the same table, I immediately ran together to chat after class, like a pair of sisters.

"Tell your bosom friend the pain, and it will be halved. Share happiness with your friends, and happiness will be split in two. The role of friendship is so magical! " Bacon's famous saying is really good!

My deskmate's story composition 2 It's cloudy outside the window. It seems that a heavy rain is coming, and the books in the classroom are loud. I read "Peach Blossom Spring" with my head bobbing, and shook the window in cadence. The deskmate seemed to say angrily, "Keep your voice down! Are you confused! "

I paused and thought: This boy is really nosy. What does it matter if he studies separately? So the tone increased by an octave-"If you suddenly read the Peach Blossom Forest, I'll teach you how to walk …" She glared at me angrily, but I pretended not to see it. She raised her voice, boy, I can't hear my own voice, so I have to give up.

She has been doing her homework in the self-study class. Once in class, she invited Xu Shu into Cao Cao's camp-she didn't say a word, and my heart was like a cat scratching, and I was so angry. Ah! God helps me too. Her arm is moving bit by bit, approaching me. I am very lucky. I hit it hard. A beautiful impact knocked her arm back. She looked up and stared. "What's the matter!" "Your arm is coming!" She looked at the desktop and said loudly, "Your schoolbag is also on my stool, deliberately retaliating!" " "

Let me say something shady, she is not an idle generation! So, you said a word to me, and they quarreled for a whole self-study class. As soon as the bell rang, they ended up under the persuasion of their classmates.

"Boom-"There was a loud noise and it rained heavily underground. Under the plum tree, on the window, rain flowers splashed. The water on the ground merged into a stream and meandered away. I thought, this is not a good thing. I want to go to my menstrual home. It's still 30 minutes' journey from here to there. Won't I become a drowned rat?

Fortunately, my deskmate didn't bring an umbrella, which deserved it! I gloated at her and looked up at the sky with great anxiety.

"Ding Lingling-"The bell rang, and it rained harder and harder, shooting countless rain arrows on the ground. She has gone home-her home is not far from here.

Ten minutes later, I sat in an empty classroom, rubbing my stomach with cards and looking at the gray sky.

A burst of hurried footsteps came, and it was my deskmate. Her hair was wet by the forest and stuck to her forehead. The water drops on her ponytail are falling, and she is holding an umbrella. The hand with the umbrella is dripping and wet. She smiled: "quarreling is quarreling. We are still good friends. If you want to go to the menstrual home, here you are."

I looked at her in surprise, ashamed and surprised, and my heart was tightly stuffed. I gently opened my umbrella, and a warm world propped up the wind and rain, erasing the shadow in my heart.

The ups and downs of getting along at the same table are integrated with the ups and downs of nature, and the ups and downs are mediated by the "umbrella" to set off the warm world in my heart.

This semester, I transferred to Peixin Primary School and took classes in Class Two, Grade Four. The school is new, the teachers are new and the students are new. Everything is fresh and beautiful.

I remember the day I first arrived in the classroom, the teacher introduced me to my classmates, then took me to a boy's seat and told him that we would be deskmates. He is wearing a red sweater and sweatpants, his eyes are dark and bright, and his skin is very white. When the teacher turned to leave, he whispered, "My name is Chen, and you?" Before I could answer, he took out a blue card from his schoolbag and said he would lend it to me. I took a look. It says, "I'm glad you are my new deskmate and a girl, but I've never sat with a boy." From then on, he became my new deskmate.

My deskmate listens carefully in class. Once in class, a paper ball suddenly flew from behind and landed on our desk. The teacher was writing on the blackboard, but I didn't see it. I was just about to reach for it when my deskmate touched me with her arm: "Ignore it!" " "I quickly retracted his hand. In the later class, we have been listening to the teacher, and the paper ball is lying alone on our desk. After class, he said to me, "If you open the paper ball, the teacher will definitely criticize you if he finds you doing small tricks." After that, he picked up the note and threw it into the garbage basket. I finally understand that his good academic performance is due to his awareness. I admire it secretly.

My deskmate is also very helpful. Once in class, the teacher asked us to correct the wrong questions in the paper with red pen. I took out my stationery bag and rummaged through it several times, but I couldn't find the red pen. I am in a hurry. Thought, finished, will be criticized by the teacher. How I don't want my classmates to laugh at my carelessness! I really regret my carelessness. At this time, my new deskmate handed me a red pen and said, "Come on, change it quickly!" " "I looked at him doubtfully." What about you? " As if he understood my mind, he waved his hand and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter, you can use it first, and besides, I have fewer wrong questions ..." Then he took out his copy book and began to write ancient poems silently. I didn't speak again, so I quickly corrected the wrong question. I don't know why, the homework was particularly neat that day, and every wrong question was carefully corrected. At the end of class, my thesis was praised by the teacher. At this moment, I saw my deskmate give me an admiring look. I whispered, "Thank you!" He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Hey, you are my deskmate! " "

This semester is coming to an end. In this new school, I learned a lot and know how to be a conscious student. I am grateful that I met such a deskmate. It's beautiful. In the future, I want to be an enthusiastic student like him.

My deskmate and I are in Grade Five. I can't remember how many deskmates I changed. Some are naughty, some are quiet, some are humorous, some are cute ... Among them, the "devil" deskmate who always plays tricks on me makes me love and hate.

In the first semester of grade three, I found that he looked so gentle and white that I doubted whether he was a woman, but at that time, in my opinion, he was furtive. He has a pair of cool glasses on his nose. Through the glasses, you can clearly see his eyes, as narrow as a crack, shining with an unspeakable cunning. He loves to cross his legs and always acts like a big man, so everyone calls him "Jianghu Grandpa".

Once in an exam, I was doing a problem carefully and accidentally wrote a few words wrong, so I rummaged through the pencil box but couldn't find the eraser, so I had to borrow it from him. I grabbed his eraser in one hand and said, "I'll borrow it." I started to wipe, but only halfway through, my deskmate snatched the eraser back and hit me hard on the head with a pencil. I am extremely wronged. I wrote it carefully so as not to make mistakes. When I finished the whole test paper, I was depressed and didn't want to check it. I just looked out of the window casually. The sunshine is dazzling, but the sunny world has become extremely gloomy in my vision. I feel that everything around me is looking at me with mocking eyes, and my mood is chaotic to the extreme.

At this time, the usual torture of my deskmate caught my eye like a movie: when I bent down to put books in my desk, he would definitely hold my back with his hand and wouldn't let me sit up until I screamed; When I concentrate on my homework, he always slaps my back with his hand or kicks my leg heavily with his foot for no reason; When I walk well, he will suddenly pull my hair hard behind me, and sometimes he will pretend to come from a distance casually, and then he will knock me out a few meters away or directly knock me to the ground with a "oops" ... countless memories. I am utterly confused, and my heart seems to be entangled in thousands of chains, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just when I was upset, I looked down and saw a dirty and familiar eraser in front of my eyes. I am as happy as flying from hell to heaven, and my little heart is full of happiness. I smiled. I know that he quietly put the hidden eraser back. A tear with countless meanings rolled down, and I don't know if it was joy or sadness.

My deskmate's story composition 5 I finally changed my deskmate, which is a great happy event! My former deskmate made me complain, but today I finally turned over and liberated. I sang excitedly: "The sky in the Liberated Area is clear, and the people in the Liberated Area like it very much, ..."

But something unexpected happened. I thought I would change my deskmate, but this time it was a woman. Teacher, can't you let me change to a "like-minded" male deskmate? I can't help it Admit it!

As soon as she came over, she gave me a dirty look and said, "Crazy!" Then he took out a piece of chalk and drew a "38th parallel" on the table, stipulating that whoever exceeds this line is the "old 38th parallel". Sure enough, after several days, none of us crossed the "38th parallel".

Finally one day, a "world war" broke out. It turned out that Miss Li asked us to dictate words. My deskmate's eyes narrowed and tried to copy like me. After reading it, I said softly, "Hey, your eyes crossed the' 38th parallel'!" Hearing this, she shouted, "You are sick! Your eyes just crossed the' 38th parallel'! " It's okay. The whole class heard it. This is really the first complaint of the wicked. I can't wash it even if I jump into the Yellow River! Regardless of my present class, I shouted loudly, "If you want to copy what I copied, you should complain to the wicked first. You are really crazy! " This time, Miss Li couldn't bear it any longer. She severely reprimanded us in front of the whole class, and the "world war" really subsided!

What's more, after class, she sings that horrible and deafening song every day. And every sentence is out of tune, which makes people sleepy. One day, I couldn't bear it anymore and said to her, "Aren't you uncomfortable listening to your own songs?" She said, "I like singing like this. Do you care? " What a dog bites Lv Dongbin-you don't know how to love others!

However, in a monthly exam, she even whispered to me: "Xu Mo, lend me a pen!" " "

I said sternly, "No!"

"Please!"

"Stop it, no memory!" I said simply.

At this time, her attitude suddenly took a 180 degree turn. Flattery, flatterer said: "Brother Xu Dashuai, please lend it to me. You have a lot of adults, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach. Just think of what I said before as fart. "

Finally, under her hard heart, I lent her my pen. Unexpectedly, after the monthly exam, she picked up the pen, threw it underground and said coldly, "Here you are!" " "Well, if I had known, I wouldn't have borrowed it, and my pen was broken. Why bother?

This is our deskmate who often has a cold war.

My deskmate's story composition 6 He is a boy; He is shameless; He, swearing; He is a mouse. My nickname; He basically has no advantage; He doesn't attend classes; He doesn't study well; What does he look like? Big eyes. What's his name? Wow, Zhang Songyuan.

He and I are deskmates. Originally, I was at the same table as rash fellow Liang, and Zhang Mouse and Shao Zhongyuan were at the same table, but they had no face. They talked in class all day, and they were all angered. They can't shovel it down with a shovel. The teacher had to change the pot and change me into a so-called good person. Before I arrived, the whole class was snickering. Xiaoxu dog also shouted, "Ha! Zhang Songyuan, you are miserable! " Unexpectedly, his words were heard by the teacher, who stared at him, and Xiaoxu smiled with his head down. I whispered, "You are miserable!" I slapped him conveniently, and Zhang Mouse sighed.

From that day on, I began an interesting and extraordinary life.

I remember one time, there was a small noodle restaurant at school, with four at fifty cents, and each of us had it. Zhang Mouse picks up the little noodle he just bought. These little dough figurines put white flour in small balloons and draw various expressions, which is especially fun. They can be made into any shape they want.

Zhang Mouse squeezed the little noodle's eyes wide, turned to Hou Shuai, the king of Olympic Mathematics, and said, "Monkey! Which girl do you like? " Xiaoxu and I both smiled bitterly. I thought he would say who, just listen to the monkey wind.

Interesting to say: "I have a crush on Gu Siyao's mother, and I look straight!" Most of the students in the class heard it, and suddenly, a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom. Although I was angry, I couldn't help laughing and answering, "Since my mother is so beautiful, am I cute?" Monkeys. "When I finished, they laughed even harder.

Zhang Mouse scolded: "My God! It stinks! " "Yes!" "Eat fart!" "I'm afraid you are greedy!" "Be careful you get cholecystitis!" "Never mind!" I don't care! "Zhang Mouse!" "Valley pig!" "Wrong!" "How can I put it?" Yao pig! "

Next, he moved out of his father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, seven aunts and eight aunts.

I sit at the same table with him. What bad luck!

My deskmate's story composition 7 She has charming long hair and big watery eyes, which are very touching. She has a high nose, a small cherry mouth always smiles like that, and sweet dimples often appear on her cheeks.

She is so beautiful that many people envy her. Oh, by the way, her name is Gao.

Although we are in the same class and the same table, our personalities are totally different. She usually doesn't say a word, but she is thoughtful and meticulous. Therefore, her classmates nicknamed her "Iron Lady". Moreover, I am too outgoing, and I do things casually, informally and extensively. So my classmates also gave me a nickname "tomboy".

This week is the first day of duty in our class. The teacher elected Gao as the monitor. I was not convinced when I saw her as the monitor, and I thought, "Hum! What's the point of being a monitor? I just write down my classmates who didn't bring Zhou Ka every day. Let me be the monitor. I am not rare! "

The next day, I got up late. After breakfast, I went to school. As soon as I got to a place not far from the school, I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my duty card. I thought to myself, "I am a student on duty. If I don't bring my duty card, I will not only be scolded, but also criticized. Take it home? No, I'm sure I'm late If I am late, I will be recorded. What should I do? Forget it, just go to school. " So I stepped up and walked to school.

As soon as I got to the school gate, I saw Gao standing there. My eyes sparkled and my frowning brows unfolded. I was just about to walk over, only to hear her say:

"Where's your Zhou Ka?"

"Oh, I forgot to bring it. I will definitely bring it tomorrow. "

"Then I have to write down your name."

"What, why do you remember my name? If you remember, the flowing red flag of our class will be gone! " I said angrily.

"No, you must remember." She said flatly.

……

Because of this, I haven't spoken to her since. Even if she takes the initiative to talk to me, I will turn around and leave.

One day, at the end of class, she gave me a note that said, "I'm sorry, please understand me." Although our class didn't get the red flag of discipline last time, it was bought with honesty. Honesty is more valuable than gold! " I read this note and thought, "Yes, it was my fault that day. I ignore it and get angry with her, which is even more wrong. "

The next day, I came to school and said to her, "I was wrong." I shouldn't lose my temper with you. You remember that I am right, and I should say I am sorry. " So, we made up.

Through this, I thought: How much she looks like Bao Zheng! When she started a "case", she was really selfless and disowned by her six parents!

Before my deskmate's story composition 8, I always found it difficult to get along with warm and generous people and quiet and silent people. I have changed my mind since I changed my new deskmate.

I like chatting. I always talk to everyone I meet. As for her, she always seldom talks, which is in sharp contrast with me. Once, I couldn't help my inner curiosity and asked, "Xiaohong, why don't you like to talk?" Seeing that I was curious, she told me, "I always feel that there is nothing to say. Once my father said that I loved to talk when I was a child, probably because I had finished what I should have said when I was a child, and I had nothing to say when I grew up. " Say that finish, we both laughed. I thought to myself: if what Xiaohong's father said is true, then I may have talked less when I was a child and didn't say anything to say. When I grew up, I was so talkative! What was I like when I was a child? I really don't remember.

Maybe her personality determines her personality.

One day, I accidentally scratched her clothes with a ballpoint pen. I quickly said to her, "Xiaohong, I'm sorry!" " She said, "That's very kind of you." This surprised me. My heart is full of a hundred thousand whys. I asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Since we are deskmates, we are good friends. If you say sorry to me, it will appear that we are too unfamiliar. Everyone will do something wrong. You didn't mean it. I just need to know and I don't need to be so polite. " Her words made me feel as if I had walked in the dark shadow before and suddenly found the light. No one at my former deskmate would say such a thing to me. Her words made me suddenly enlightened and fresh in my memory.

Xiaohong is always tolerant of others at school. One day, we were doing our homework in class. Suddenly, Xiao Gang took her ruler away from the table. As soon as I saw it, I quickly said to her, "deskmate,no." Xiaogang took your ruler away! " "She thought for a while and said quietly," Forget it! "I'm confused about Friar Zhang Er, but since she said so, I'm embarrassed to pursue it any longer. I think: If I were you, I wouldn't look as if nothing had happened. I will definitely ask him for an explanation.

Times have changed. After a few weeks with her, I changed my mind about her. She doesn't want to pursue it because her tolerance and a kind heart are beyond the reach of many people. Moreover, I have learned many advantages from her, and her advantages are my shortcomings.

Now I can tell you for sure that two people with different personalities can live in harmony and find an example that they can learn from.

My deskmate's story composition 9 At the beginning of the new semester, my original good mood suddenly "clouded", because I am going to be deskmate with Wang Kai, the most naughty girl in our class! I'm so unlucky!

I think it's too far away to change. But I'm going to tell him that I'm not easy to mess with As soon as I sat in my seat, I took out my ballpoint pen and drew a "38th parallel" on the table. Wang Kai said with a cheeky smile, "So you welcome your deskmate? Really unfriendly. " Well, who wants to sit at your table?

We didn't have much contact in the first few classes, but he showed his true colors in the music class. The teacher asked us to sing, and the students all sang seriously. Only Wang Kai played a long note at the end of each sentence, which made the whole class look at us. Even more exasperating, he stared at me as if telling his classmates that I was the one who left the note. My classmates looked at me with reproachful eyes and blushed, alas. It's really stupid. You can't tell how bitter it is to eat Rhizoma Coptidis.

After class, I go to the water room to fetch water, but I always feel that my classmates are pointing at my back. I touched my back, and there was a note with a little turtle painted on it. I don't think it must be Wang Kai. I found him angrily with a note, and he knocked on his leg with a lollipop in his mouth. Before I could speak, he said, "What can I do for you, this classmate?" "Don't play dumb, don't you know?" I threw the paper on the table. "Do you think you painted it?" "This classmate needs evidence. If you have proof, I would like to apologize to your teacher. If not, don't frame me as a good student. " He also showed an innocent expression. I thought to myself: when will this day end?

But for him, the change still has to start with that incident. Before going to school that day, dark clouds suddenly gathered and thunder came in the distance. The bell rang and the students were taken away by umbrellas. And I can only stand alone at the school gate waiting for my mother. At this moment, Wang Kai suddenly appeared. "Why don't you go home?" "What do you care? Can't I see the scenery here? " "Look at the scenery! You are really different! Did you forget to bring your umbrella? " I didn't even look at him and said, "I want you to take care of it!" Hurry home! " He smiled and said, "I have two umbrellas here. If you praise me for being handsome, I will lend you one. " "Praise you and you will die!" "I'm not wrong about you. You are a heroine. It's good. You are my friend! " Then he put the umbrella in my hand. I said, "What would you do if you lent me your umbrella?" He smiled and said, "I'm going back in the rain!" " Just because the schoolbag homework is wet, you don't have to write! "Say that finish, he quickly ran into the rain.

This is the story of me and my deskmate. Some of these stories are full of gunpowder and some are warm. I hope our story will never end!

My deskmate's story composition 10 Why, happiness always fades at first sight, and the most urgent thing is the most beautiful time.

-Xi Murong

Although the geese have passed without a trace and the years are silent, the fleeting time has left a mark without a trace. You, my deskmate, spent two unforgettable years with me, and left after the wonderful time of my deskmate's story (yangjin). ...

On the day of parting, you and I both cried. Although we are so nostalgic, so reluctant, but the reality is settled. We just sat there speechless, but we have read a lot from each other's eyes. Finally, you were the first to dry your tears, hold my hand and say, "All good things must come to an end. We will get together again in the future! " I nodded, speechless. ...

I don't want the story of my deskmate (Jinyang) to last forever, but I want to have it.

Do you remember when I cried like rain because my beloved dog left? Sitting alone in the room, just sitting. You seem to find my abnormality and ask me the story of my deskmate (yangjin). My heart, you cried with me. However, you are always the first to stop. You said, "Facing the sun, there will be no darkness. Spend every day happily. I'm sure it won't want to see you cry in heaven. It will be happy! " "

In this way, we leaned against the sky and smiled to imagine its happy life in heaven. ...

Do you still remember that I always like to sit on the lawn, looking at the beautiful scenery, smelling the flowers and feeling the gifts given by nature? Naughty, you always put peeled sugar in my mouth and run away with a smile. After a while, I ran over and asked stupidly, "What's up? Is it sweet? " I am amused by you again. In fact, the story you told me and my deskmate (yangjin) is the sweetest!

Do you remember that your pocket is always full of sugar, which the fairy sprinkled for me? Remember in a class, I secretly drew a picture for you, which was a bit "scary"? Unexpectedly, the teacher caught me red-handed. Just when the teacher was about to get angry, you suddenly said, "Teacher, the story of my deskmate (yangjin) is my fault. I'm so sorry for the audience. Please forgive her! " The teacher's tight face relaxed and grinned. I managed to escape, too Now, you squeeze my hand in private ...

Now, all this has become a memory. The story of you, me and my deskmate (yangjin) My story will be treasured in my life book forever, and it will be the most wonderful page!

My deskmate's story composition 1 1 From grade one to grade two, I have many deskmates, each with his own style and humor. But what makes me unforgettable is this year's deskmate: Xu. He gave me many good memories, even the memories of quarreling are good.

When I first sat at the same table with him, he called me "Carp Fat". I was very angry (I didn't know him very well, and talked to him several times in the first grade), so I got into a fight with him, and soon he begged for mercy. He and I became good friends in just three days, and he was very kind to me. A classmate robbed my homework copy the other day, and I didn't sue the teacher. Later, when the teacher found out, I was wronged and was scolded and cried by the teacher. Although I look like a boy, I am a girl after all, and I am very fragile. I walked back to the classroom with grievances, sat in my seat and cried. He was waiting for me in the classroom with a grasshopper. He tried to scare me because I was most afraid of grasshoppers. When he saw me crying, he immediately threw away the grasshopper and asked me what was wrong. "What happened? Feifei, don't cry. Did someone hit you? I'll call you back. It's a math teacher. I can't beat the math teacher. Did she scold you? I'll call you back. He said a lot of humorous things to make me laugh. Seeing that I was slow in doing my homework, he said, "I'll wait for you, so hurry up." He patted me on the head again and said, "Don't be sad, I will protect you. "

Once, I quarreled with him and I ignored him. When I went to the office to correct my homework, I accidentally chatted with the class teacher and said that Xu Xiaoqi was always bothering me, so the teacher lowered his position. When he returned to the classroom, the class had already started. He is very confused. He went to argue with the teacher after class, but the teacher ignored him. At lunch, he said to me seriously, "I will definitely change back." I nodded my head. When I am angry, he always coaxes me; When I am bored, he always teases me; He always helps me when I am in trouble. I remember one time, it was a physics class, and the physics teacher was very fierce. I fell asleep because all the papers were correct and I was sleepy. He saw it, and he was afraid that the teacher would find out, so he woke me up with an eraser. After class, I hit him without asking why. Later someone told me why, and I regretted it. I apologized to him and he forgave me.

Another time, he grabbed my shoulder and went upstairs. I pushed him away at that time. Fortunately, someone helped him, otherwise he would fall downstairs. He's not angry. He just patted me on the head and said, "Why are you so stingy? Let me hook my shoulders? " I shook my head and said, "You scared me." He smiled.

Everyone can see his kindness to me. I think he is my best friend. Although he was transferred, we are no longer deskmates, but our relationship remains the same, even better. I will cherish this good friend.