Self-reporting composition of table

If the desk could talk, what would it say? The following is a self-reported composition of the form I compiled. Let's have a look.

I am a desk. My original one is spotless, white and flawless, with a length of 100 cm, a width of 60 cm and a height of 50 cm. It is brown and durable, and has always been my proud capital. But the good times didn't last long, and my "doomsday" came. It all started with him, my little master. He is a very cruel man. Although I have only been in his hands for four years, his face is covered with rain-like scars, water-like patches and spring-like cheat sheets. Nothing in his stomach is healthy, and there is a boundary between his face, which shows how much he doesn't love me! Therefore, I moan in pain every day. ...

One day, I was talking to the chair, and I said, "Alas! My life is really miserable! " "Really? Tell me about it! " The chairman asked curiously. I said, "Little master doesn't care about me, he paints on my face every day and throws garbage into my stomach ..." "Little master is really bad." The chair said sympathetically, "How could it hurt you so much? How hateful! " Just then, suddenly the little master came, and he picked up a knife, a pen and a pencil, with a sinister face and a sly smile, which made me tremble with fear! He scratched my face with a knife, then drew on my face with a pencil and wrote on my face with a pen. I screamed in pain and my chair shook to help me, but it was still useless. Suddenly, I heard a string of familiar footsteps, which turned out to be my "savior"-the teacher came. When she walked into the classroom, the little master didn't realize what was still written there. "Li Chao", the teacher shouted as he walked, "What are you doing?" Superfine product got a fright, quickly put down the pen and looked at the teacher's serious face in panic. The teacher said angrily, "as soon as I entered the room, I saw you scribbling on the table with a pen." To be honest, did you write the words on the table? " The master nodded and the teacher said, "Then why did you do it?" If someone wanted to scribble on your face and body, would you? "Looking at the young master with his head down, I thought he would turn over a new leaf. I was wrong! After the teacher left, he took it out on me and muttered, "It's all your fault that I was scolded! "! " Then he picked up the knife and waved it, and I was scratched. Alas, what a tragedy!

Dear students, don't be like my little master, but love me and make friends with me! Time is running out, so let's not talk about it. Goodbye!

I am an ordinary desk, but I have experienced many ups and downs in my life, and I was black and blue all over.

My last teacher was Xiaohong. She loves me very much. Even if there is something dirty on me, she will clean me up and make me as clean as new, and she never hides garbage in my stomach. Therefore, I am the latest in their class schedule. From then on, I am proud that I have a little master who loves me and protects me.

Master is in the fourth grade! I am both happy and sad. I am glad that my little master has been upgraded, but the sad little master who gets along with me day and night has left me. I'm worried, will the next little master love me as much as the original little master?

After the beginning of this year, I met Xiaoli, now a young master. She was chubby and cut a doll's head.

Gradually, one day, two days, five days, ten days ... I learned a few things: young master's academic performance is not so good, but he has a bad temper. The family is obedient to her, and the young master is the apple of their eye!

Once, she hid origami in class and was called by the teacher. Not only did she not blush, but she also carved a few times on me with a pen, which made me gnash my teeth. She often buys some junk food outside. Put it in my stomach after eating. How I wish the little master Xiaohong had been waiting for me!

Xiaohong, where are you now? Do you remember my insignificant desk? Xiaohong, come back quickly!

Table 3 Self-reported composition Hi! I was born in a factory. When I was a child, I lived in a furniture store and lived a carefree and free life. But since I was attracted by a naughty child who was promoted to senior one, my life has become very restless!

How can I put it? Because I used to be thin and tender, but my young master didn't know how to cherish it. When he paints, he often paints my face, and sometimes he helps me with "small needle beauty". After school, he threw his schoolbag at me, which made my waist ache beyond recognition. To make matters worse, whenever he finishes his homework, he stands on my back, screaming and jumping like a star, trampling on my osteoporosis, but he doesn't know that his happiness will make me suffer. Bitter.

Fortunately, the young master also has a good side. He cleaned my body regularly and sprayed me with anti-rust paint, which changed me thoroughly, especially the young master's father, who not only put a desk lamp and bookshelf on me, but also dressed me in glass clothes. I really want to thank his parents. In fact, I am reading and writing, not playing, so I have to carefully tell people who have desks that if you use desks as toys, it will not only shorten your life, but also waste the earth's resources!

In fact, no matter whether my constitution is good or bad, I should cherish and care for it. And don't put anything too heavy on my back or stomach, lest I have difficulty breathing and give up my life. If everyone can be kind to me, I believe I can also spend a full and happy study life with you.

Hello, everyone, I'm a desk. Originally, I was just a few ordinary wooden boards. After being processed by a worker's uncle and painted with a layer of red paint, I became a simple and exquisite desk. Then I was moved into the classroom by my uncle, a worker, and started my life journey here.

Under the arrangement of the teacher, a quiet girl became my master. The master loved me very much and wiped me spotless every day, leaving no stains on my body. Once, the master's best friend accidentally dropped a drop of ink on me. The master rubbed it carefully for more than two hours and finally wiped off the stain. To this end, the master was angry with his good friend for several days.

Under the careful care of my master, I am more beautiful every day. I am also proud that my compatriots have cast envious eyes on me when they see that I am so favored. However, the good times did not last long. After living with the master for less than three months, the master changed his position. In other words, the hostess will be separated from me from now on, and the host will wave goodbye to me reluctantly. What was transferred to me was a naughty boy. I heard that one of my compatriots died at his hands. This boy makes me shudder. I can't imagine what kind of abuse will happen in the future!

I spent three long days in fear, but what I didn't want to happen finally happened. The new owner doesn't care about me at all. Sometimes he draws sketches on me, and sometimes he makes me scream with a compass. When he was in a bad mood, he took out his punching bag and pointed it at me, hitting me, hitting me, kicking me ... This kind of thing often happens, and what hurts me more is that one of my main ribs is so easily broken by him. Now my master has dug a hole in my face, and I put a straw through that hole to suck drinks in class. Be disfigured by the owner, leaving scars. It's really miserable! How I miss being with the master. Since having this new owner, the envy of compatriots has disappeared without a trace. My compatriots looked at me with contempt, satirized me, laughed at me and pitied me. I feel so sad and helpless. But what can I do? I have to eat coptis chinensis-it's too bitter to say!

It wasn't long before he was riddled with holes and even paralyzed by naughty men. The naughty boy saw that I was useless and "dissected" me. I was heartbroken. After that, the worker uncle moved my body out of the classroom and put it in the stove. ...

Destructive students, wake up and be kind to my compatriots!