A deskmate who loves writing.

1. Composition describing deskmate She is not tall and has nothing extraordinary, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate-Li Yan.

On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as masculine as me. The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of this semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. what can I do? In the morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk and stared at the blackboard. At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Go ahead. A hard man, shame! Why didn't you tell me? I'm bored again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" " "Nothing?" The other party showed a surprised expression. Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book: "Here you are. Don't be all hands and feet in the future. " What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears. I am a young girl who once looked down on me, and I can actually say this sentence. "What ... what, give it to me, what can you do ...?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. ""Never mind, I have an idea. " "What about today?" "Then watch it together." So we began to study hard early. After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag. However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet. She was reading an old book early the next day. When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree. At noon, I found her copying things on the table. Strange, there is no homework in the morning? She does all kinds of things. I'll walk over there, yeah! She is copying two lost texts there. She read a sentence from the book and copied it on a page-sized white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words. She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying. I was a little embarrassed and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and it took a lot of effort to sew it up. "Ding Lingling ..." When the class started, she picked up old books and listened carefully. For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride. At the beginning of school, my deskmate was a lively and lovely girl with poor academic performance. Sitting next to her, there is no pressure, no worries, and life is quite comfortable. However, the good times did not last long. This "easy chair" only took half a semester, and something went wrong-because the monitor's right hand was broken, the old class asked her to sit next to me and let me help her. On the first day, I sat at the same table with the monitor. It was not bad, but my hand was a bit awkward-because the monitor broke his right hand, I had to copy two notes, do double my homework, bring two snacks and collect two schoolbags. The monitor just smiled and looked at me apologetically, asking me to hold on a little longer and treat me to KFC when her hands were ready. In this way, after a few days, I forgot that the monitor was sitting next to me, perhaps because I was too busy, perhaps because the monitor didn't have any bureaucratic jargon! However, a question from the biology teacher made me feel stressed and hit. In that biology class, the teacher asked us who was the monitor after class. She sat next to me and stood up. The biology teacher strolled up slowly, looked at it, then nodded with a smile and motioned the monitor to sit down. Obviously, the teacher didn't realize that she was broken because the monitor concealed it well. It was nothing at first, but the biology teacher suddenly restrained his smile and said to me seriously, "Learn from others!" " "I seem to have been hit on the head, and it took a few seconds to wake up: the biology teacher must have regarded me as a poor student who was helped by the monitor. I nodded stiffly. The teacher turned away, and the monitor looked at me with a smug smile ... After this incident, I began to neglect the monitor. I often ignore her help and show great dissatisfaction when doing my homework. However, at this time, the monitor's hand can write, but it can't be written for too long, but obviously the monitor rarely asks me to help her again. My heart was suddenly empty, but I felt a little guilty, but the monitor's "true face" gradually emerged bit by bit. One lunch break, I finished my homework and took out a literary magazine from my schoolbag. Before I opened the first page, the monitor's dissatisfied voice rang out in my ear: "Don't read extracurricular books!" " I was so unhappy that I didn't want to turn over a page and didn't bother to explain to her how high the literary value of this book was. Who knows that she turned her back on me and immediately deducted a point from my performance. I was angry and quarreled with her, which was very cool. We became a pair of "deskmates". Since then, I have often heard such a voice: "Don't talk!" "Hey, don't do any other homework!" "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? " There is even: "Can't you eat well?" "How many times do you braid your hair a day?" I also responded rudely to her, so we often quarreled every day and quarreled for three days, with serious consequences. I didn't get full marks for three weeks in a row, breaking the record since the beginning of school. When I got home, I complained to my parents. My parents only asked me, "Is she wrong?" Yes, in retrospect, my monitor's deskmate was generous, but which one was wrong? Now calm down and think about it. If it weren't for her, would my homework be finished so soon? If it weren't for her, could my classroom efficiency be improved so quickly? The monitor became my deskmate, which really improved me a lot. What reason can I blame her? This is my monitor, a deskmate with mixed feelings!

2. I love deskmate's composition [I love deskmate's composition] I love deskmate's composition because I am small and have big eyes. There is still an indelible mark on the right corner of my forehead-birthmark. That's my deskmate-Chen Tan. He is very helpful. Sometimes when I encounter any difficulties in my study, he will explain them to me like a teacher. For example, one day in math class, the teacher asked us to do 47 questions and 6 questions on 47 pages. After class, Chen Tan finished. He once invited his classmates to play basketball, but when he saw that I was still doing my homework, he asked, "Huang Fei, do you need my help?" So I said to him, "I can't do the problem." He looked at it and said, "Let me tell you something about this problem." Then explain it to me as tirelessly as a teacher until I understand it clearly. I really thanked him at that time. Sometimes, we do it for trivial things.

3. Write a composition about crying at the same table. The beauty of professional team mathematics will be answered for you in the first time;

There is a little girl, 10 years old, in grade three. She is lively, clever and clever, but she has the weakness of crying. If others say anything about her or make any mistakes, "Jin Doudou" will come out of her eyes. This little girl is my deskmate-Xing Ke.

One day, when I was playing on the playground, I accidentally bumped into Xing Ke. She immediately had a sour nose and shed tears. No matter how much I apologized, she wouldn't listen, just burst into tears. Her crying attracted Xing Keqing, the king of bad ideas in our class. Xing Keqing saw my face embarrassed and immediately knew what was going on. She walked beside Xingke and whispered in her ear for a while. Xing Ke smiled through tears. "zero. . "After class, Xing Ke hurried to the classroom with a ghostly smile on her face. When I walked into the classroom and sat down, I fell down. It turns out that she took my chair. This must be the help of the "bad idea king", and I can't help it.

Once, I took a copy of The Complete Works of Grimm's Fairy Tales to school. Every time after class, the expression on her face seems to change with relish with the plot in the story. Xing Ke, my deskmate, couldn't help being addicted to books, but she couldn't put down her face and borrowed them from me. I had a brainwave: Why don't I play a joke on her? I pretended to be serious and said to her, "Do you want to read this book? I can lend it to you on one condition-you are forbidden to play basketball today! " "Well, how about I help you sweep the floor today?" "No" I firmly refused her. Then, her eyes filled with glittering and translucent tears, Jin Doudou will flow out. I quickly handed her the Complete Works of Grimm's Fairy Tales, otherwise there would be no good fruit to eat.

4. My deskmate wrote 300 words.

My deskmate is neither tall nor fat nor thin, with a long ponytail and a pair of bright eyes on her round face. She looks lovely. She studies well, is helpful and enthusiastic. She also has a nickname "Xiao Guanfan".

"warm-hearted"

Once, Cheng Lin of our class was very sad because he couldn't take part in the sports meeting because of his leg injury. My deskmate is a delicate girl. Seeing that Cheng Lin was sad, she felt distressed, so she went to comfort her and said, "Cheng Lin, don't be sad, there is still a chance, or I will take part in the competition instead of you." Cheng Lin was very moved and left tears of joy, but these are tears of happiness and a symbol of friendship.

On the day of the competition, the deskmate came forward and said, "I will work hard for Cheng Lin." Hearing this, all of us cheered loudly for her with excitement. Although she only won the third place, she did her best to give Cheng Lin an award. Cheng Lin was moved to tears again, and we all cheered for them. After this incident, all the students in our class admired her very much.

"small official model"

Because she likes being an official very much, we gave her a nickname-"Xiao Guan Fan".

Once, our monitor was ill and wanted to find someone to replace him for a few days. After knowing this, the deskmate said to the teacher, "Teacher, I want to change the monitor for a few days." The teacher agreed and praised her for daring to express herself and take responsibility. Therefore, she feels very proud. I didn't expect the monitor to come back in the afternoon. My deskmate whispered, "Why did you come back so soon? I haven't had enough! " "Although the voice is very small, we still heard it. The students all smiled and said, "You are a fan of Xiao Guan, which is true." She bowed her head in embarrassment.

This is my deskmate-XXX, a lovely little girl, a little girl who loves being an official.

5. How to write my composition My deskmate's name is Wang XX. Her eyes are big, like two nickels, and her mouth is like a big card.

Usually, she always talks like thunder, but when the teacher asks her questions, her voice is as low as a mosquito.

She sat on the bench and refused to be quiet for a moment. Twist to the left for a while, lean forward for a while, and lean back for a while. I don't know what she wants. She is overbearing, too. Obviously, she is not allowed to cross the center line, but she occupies more than half of the table, leaving me only a little space, because my writing will inevitably be bumped by her, making the words crooked and ugly.

Once in math class, I was sitting up straight and listening carefully. She touched my leg with her knee. What happened when I bent down to look? It happened that teacher Jia saw the name and criticized me, saying that I didn't listen carefully. I wanted to explain, but I was afraid she wouldn't believe me, so I bowed my head and said nothing.

I really want to have a good deskmate who listens carefully in class and can live in harmony, so that I can keep good grades.

6. Write a 600-word composition that your deskmate loves to read. He used to sit behind me, but he was transferred to my side yesterday. In the past, as long as I looked back at him, he was almost always reading books, and he always read some very thick and big books, such as "The Painted World", "Revolutionary Wave" and "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" and so on. On Tuesday, in English class, Teacher Hao asked us to finish our English exercise books. Wu Ziwei immediately began to get busy and finished the exercise in half a class. Then he took out the book Illustrated World with a sigh of relief and read it with relish. By this time, Zhao Runtao and I had done more than half of our English exercise books. I looked at him with envy and said, "Wu Ziwei, you have seen half of it!" "He didn't seem to hear, continue to read his book. As a result, he read half a class and accumulated a lot of knowledge. I envy him for being immersed in the ocean of books when he is reading, and nobody cares.

When we were in the class of "The Shoemaker's Son", the teacher asked us to sum up the meaning. Few people raised their hands in the class, but Wu Ziwei raised his hand confidently. The teacher asked Wu Ziwei to answer. As a result, his answer was short and incisive, which made me sit up and take notice of him. The class applauded for a long time. Wu Ziwei can say this wonderful sentence because he loves reading.

Woods likes reading very much. I want to learn from him and read more books to improve my literary talent and increase my knowledge.

7. I like to use my deskmate's composition. My deskmate is difficult to get along with. I always use it. Why? Come and have a look! One day, when we were writing knowledge and ability training, I accidentally bumped into his arm and he made a mistake.

He has his own post-it notes and borrowed mine. I didn't lend it to him, but he still said, "Obviously, you met me. You should use your sticky note. You are so stingy! Crow essence, lend it to me, hurry up! " I still don't want to say, "I was just careless!" " "I don't care about him, just keep writing.

He hit my arm on purpose, and I made a mistake at once. I asked angrily, "What are you doing?" He also said with good reason: "Hum! Sorry, I bumped into you by accident. Post it with your own correction! That was an even number! Don't borrow mine if you need anything! " As soon as he finished, I immediately thought that my math homework needed to be corrected, but I forgot to bring my eraser! I reluctantly lent him the altered sticker! He cheered up at once. I am so angry! I borrowed an eraser from him in math class. As a result, he asked angrily, "Why don't you bring an eraser?" ! Forget things! What a nuisance! Let me see if you have an eraser! "Say that finish, he was angry to find my pencil case, no eraser.

I found my schoolbag again, but I didn't. Finally, he looked at my desk and found an eraser the size of a little finger.

He took it out at once, put it on my desk and said rudely to me, "Take this! This is your eraser! Don't borrow mine! " When I saw it, I was so angry that my eraser was scratched. I borrowed it from him again, but he refused, saying, "I want to borrow it!" " No way! You broke it yourself, not me! None of my business! "After that, he ignored me.

I was angry and had to borrow it from the one behind me. My deskmate is like this, alas! However, I am quite happy to sit at the same table with him.

Because, he will also help me, I don't understand the topic in class.

8. Write a short article about your deskmate.

Ask. Who has never left a good memory in the past campus, who has never left a sincere friendship with his classmates in the past, and who has never left a naive laugh with his deskmate in the past.

"Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday, will you miss tomorrow? The teachers don't remember you who cried the most before, and I can't guess the problem. I just occasionally flip through the photos and remember you at the same table. " A song "You at the same table" blew all over the campus full of youthful atmosphere, messed up my youthful heart and sang my memories at that time.

(Grade Plus), the teacher asked me to share a table with him. We didn't know each other at that time. Standing with him, her short head only touched my shoulder. Her dexterous little hands seem to be afraid of the cold outside and always curl up in their sleeves. Her big eyes are always shining with confusion, but she is always silent. The first impression he gave me was innocence, loveliness and silence. To tell the truth, he is really beautiful, but the weather is not beautiful, and his deskmate's life lasted for more than two months. Another monthly exam, I was left behind because of "altitude" and academic performance, and he went to the front line to play chalk dust. But living at the same table with him makes me look forward to going to school in the morning, so that I am no longer confused by the embarrassment of life and bored by some events. In my youth, I even had a good impression on her, but now it has become' friendship of classmates, friendship of friends, and nostalgia for' deskmate'. In this way, with a little ignorance, a little innocence, a little misunderstanding, we spent the trivial life of grade three.

(add another level). Fortunately, she and I are in the same class. Fortunately, we are not at the same table. He is still the short man who knows my shoulder, but his big eyes are shining with confusion. There is no lack of innocence on his face, and he becomes more silent. His face is a little more sad, but it is also a little more mature. But his indifference seems to make people stay away from him, as if no one can enter her sensitive and intelligent inner world. Let me "beyond my reach". I have never enlightened her once, but maybe I am not the one who can change him. His expression is still "silent, lonely and indifferent". I hope he can turn over a new leaf, she will be happy, he will no longer feel lonely, and he will return to my first impression of him.

Campus life, my youth is a beautiful memory.

You at the same table is the most beautiful and indelible memory left in my heart.

9. Composition: deskmate who loves to learn 450 words. I have a classmate named Ling Yang, who is the leader of our group. He is short, thin-faced and smart. His eyes are small, like a crack in his face. He smiles beautifully, especially those two dimples. He sat in front of me. What I admire is his hard work.

I remember one time after school at noon, many students left, and he was still slowly taking books from his schoolbag. I stood at the door and shouted, "Hurry up, Ling Yangkang! I can't wait! " "Oh!" A voice came from the classroom. The more I waited, the more anxious I was, shouting, "I'll leave if you don't come!" 5、4、3、2、 1! "As soon as I spoke, I saw him running from the classroom to the door of the classroom. I asked, "What are you doing? So slow? " He replied, "I want to take this book!" " "I thought to myself: What is he doing with this book? He doesn't want to go back to study at noon, does he? I asked again, "What are you doing with this book?" He said, "Go back to study. You got a high score after reading it. Don't you know? " When I heard this, I smiled coldly and thought: How could he not get 90 points in the second grade? Do you still want to get high marks? I guess there's nothing I can do, right? On second thought, I left alone.

But the first unit exam was issued, and he actually got the second place in the class! The teacher also asked him to post a 2-inch photo at the position of "Star of Progress" on "Class Star"!

After class, I found him and quickly asked, "What method did you use? Can you take the second place in the class? " He said, "That's why I take books home every day. I'm free at noon anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to read for a while? " You can't learn anything by watching TV. "Somehow, I was stung by this, thinking: I must take the book back to read at noon like Ling Yangkang in the future.

He is really a student who loves learning. He has many advantages. I must learn from him. Just change the names of the people inside. )

10. My deskmate's composition is 600 words. My deskmate is a little fat man, which is my first impression. I remember that there is a rule in our school that we eat ordinary meals from Monday to Thursday and eat steamed stuffed buns or jiaozi on Friday. I'm tired of eating vegetables every day, and it's good to change the taste of pasta. But the only thing I don't understand is why steamed bread can bring him so much fun!

It's time for dinner on Friday, and everyone is waiting for the shift leader to beg for food. My deskmate stood upright in her seat. It seems that his chest protrudes much more than his head. Soon, his name was called, but before I could react, he pushed my chair away and let me make way for him. He flew out without washing his hands, and an arrow squeezed into the crowd with tableware. I was dumbfounded, because I had never done such a funny action. He skillfully pulled three steamed buns into the plate, then moved them to the seat and tasted the delicious steamed buns with a "slow step".

In fact, eating can grow the body and supplement nutrition. But some behaviors in the class really make me laugh and cry! Boys not only compete, but also eat and have competitions. Eat buns on Friday, and see who eats more, who eats more, who is the hero! My deskmate will naturally not be left behind. He ate eight steamed buns in front of others, and finally he went to the infirmary. After seeing it, the aunt in the infirmary really gave a wry smile and had nothing to say.

Not only can he eat, but he is also an expert at copying homework. In art class, he never misses any opportunity to copy. The teacher asked for ideas, but he didn't want to, but he wanted to know how to copy my paintings. Once, I couldn't bear it anymore. I folded the picture in half and blocked it with my hand. Hey, hey, let's see how he imitates it! Slowly, nothing happened around me. I looked down and he was peeking at my painting under my arm. He found me looking at him and immediately said sadly, "Sister, I dropped my pen. Please help me pick it up! " " ……

Sometimes, we have arguments. He hit me and I kicked him. Finally, when I was angry, I drew a mess on the other person's notebook. What I hate most is that he takes it out on me when he is excited and happy. For example, last time, when he heard the news of a spring outing, he excitedly tugged at my clothes and patted me on the head. Sometimes I really want to beat him up to help the Japanese. To this end, I specially prepared a "super invincible pin" for him. As soon as he hit me, I took out this pin and stabbed him. Whenever this happens, his previous prestige will be reduced by half. He doesn't care about other people's things, and he scribbles on his notebook with my eraser. I'll call some good friends after class and use up all his erasing tapes!

He is like a friend in my life, which makes me happy all the time. He is also my most hated enemy, which makes me gnash my teeth and hate my guts ... This is my deskmate and my friend who accompanied me through my primary school life.