My deskmate's topic composition 1 "hahaha." As soon as you enter the classroom, you are sure to hear a burst of cheerful laughter. Looking down the sound, the smiling person is tall and big, wearing a pair of blue glasses and having many scratches on his coat. He sat or stood with his head up and his mouth wide open, laughing so hard that his body moved. Laughter gives you goose bumps when you listen carefully. He is my deskmate-Xiaole.
Xiaole is usually rude, but smart and ingenious.
Let him talk about his cleverness first. In math class, when Mr. Zhang gives a lecture happily, he either lowers his head to play with his fingers or fiddles with his pencil case. Often absent-minded, take the teacher as air and turn a blind eye.
"Hengxin! How to do this problem? " Teacher Zhang saw that Xiaole was not listening, knocked on the questions on the blackboard with his hand and shouted slowly. Is a tingle, threw the pen into the pencil case, shook his head, yawned, and then scratched his head with his left hand, pushed open the chair, like a big man who didn't wake up (he usually does), waddled up, uttered a "hmm" in his mouth, slowly put on his glasses, and narrowed his eyes hard before turning his eyes to the screen.
When Xiaole stood up, Teacher Zhang was impatient. He frowned and said unhappily, "If you can't do it, just say it!" No sooner had Teacher Zhang finished than Xiaole saw the topic. Without thinking, he replied, "The answer is 4." The answer was clean and neat, almost blurted out. Does this look like someone who doesn't listen to lectures? Did you answer, or did you sit down like a dreamer, or did you look sleepy? Teacher Zhang was dumbfounded, embarrassed and angry, and didn't know what to say. Can we have such a clever head?
Let's talk about his ingenuity first. In art class, Xiaole is lazy as usual and seems to be sleeping. I glanced at the big characters in the last edition of the black book: "How to draw a good man" and gasped: People are so difficult to draw! But Xiaole just casually said "Oh" and started drafting.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the era of class begins. I couldn't help sighing when I looked at the strange head on my drawing paper. I spread out the drawing paper and looked at Xiaole in the blink of an eye. He usually moves very slowly, so maybe he can't even draw an edge at the moment! I think.
But I was wrong. He drew a boy who was shoveling the ball on the paper: he was wearing a blue uniform, his eyes were closed and his face was filled with a cheerful smile; One elbow touched the ground, and the foot had already flown out. I thought I heard a bang and all the balls on the drawing paper flew out. It's amazing that he painted every hair of a teenager in place.
Such a clever and clever deskmate is really happy and annoying!
My deskmate topic composition 2 My deskmate's name is Wang Xin. He is studious and knowledgeable, and is deeply loved by teachers and classmates.
Because I love reading, my eyesight is seriously declining. In the fourth grade, I put on "glass bottle bottom" glasses. It is precisely because of this that everyone calls him "Four Eyes". But Wang Xin disagreed and said with a smile, "Only wearing glasses can show my knowledge." Hearing this, everyone has nothing to say.
At first, I thought he was a "bookworm", who could only read books and could not learn to use them. Once, the teacher worked out a difficult math problem. After thinking for a moment, I immediately wrote down the answer. Looking at my deskmate's hard work and exhaustion, I am secretly complacent. But it didn't take long for Wang Xin to finish the question quickly, only to see the teacher put a big tick in his exercise book and a big cross in mine. After the teacher analyzed the problem, I really admired my deskmate. After that, I no longer think he is a "bookworm".
One day, he invited me to his house to play. The bookshelves in his study are filled with all kinds of literature and history books, such as Zi Tongzhi Sword, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Hemingway Anthology and so on. What is particularly striking is the calligraphy works hanging on the wall. He also cheerfully spread a piece of rice paper on the wide table. He said to me while carefully grinding ink repeatedly: "sharpening the knife does not miss the woodcutter." To write well, grinding ink is a patient job. " Then, he absorbed himself in writing one by one, with thick and thin words, thin and powerful, vigorous and straight. I was just about to praise his calligraphy when I saw him writing the word "Bo" without saying a word. After writing for ten times, he put down his pen and raised his head. He was surprised to find me standing next to him as if I were an unexpected guest. Embarrassed, he quickly explained that "practicing calligraphy can sharpen people's attention" and encouraged me to say, "You are smarter than me. If you can overcome your carelessness, your academic performance will definitely surpass mine. " I can't believe that I can get his encouragement when I appreciate his wonderful calligraphy.
Since then, I have worshipped my deskmate as a teacher and often asked him how to write some fonts. After more than half a year's hard work, I gradually developed a good habit of being patient and meticulous. Wang Xin won the gold medal in the whole school calligraphy competition. Although I was not admitted to Sun Shan, I won the first place in the final exam.
My deskmate topic composition 3 She is not tall and has nothing extraordinary, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate. 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 manly as I am.
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. "Jingle bells ..." When the class began, 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.
Deskmate topic composition 4 A short black hair, a childish oval face, a small straight nose and bright eyes under thick black eyebrows. No matter how difficult it is, there is always a smile on her face. She is my deskmate-Zhang Lvfen.
When it comes to Martha Zhang Lufen, students always think of her handwriting. She is a famous "Mr. Bai Zi" in our class. The words written in green powder are often incomplete, either missing a point or a horizontal line, which makes people laugh and cry. No, a few days ago, the teacher handed out the test paper that was finished a week ago, and watched the students take the test paper by themselves. Only Qingfen hasn't taken her own test paper yet. At this moment, I only heard the teacher say loudly, "Lu Fen, what can I say about you?"? How old are you? How can you even write your own name wrong? Why don't you explain what this' Zhang Lvshui' is? " The students burst into laughter as soon as they heard the teacher's words. The boy sitting next to them smiled and covered his stomach and said, "Zhang Lvshui laughs me to death, hahaha-"Green Fen's face was flushed, and she bowed her head to the podium in shame to get her test paper. After class, I was just about to come forward to comfort her. Who knows, she inadvertently scratched her head and said to me with a wry smile, "I'm sorry to make you laugh again." In fact, I also want to get rid of this problem, but this creep' Ma Daha' always haunts me. What do you think I should do? " I comforted her and said, "Nothing. You can get rid of this bad habit as long as you write carefully at ordinary times." She nodded and said to me, "OK, I'll try." Before long, her old habit recurred.
In recent weeks, our class has held a "correct typo" competition. Those students who always write typos are divided into one group. After class, they began to write new words silently, and many mistakes would be labeled as Shanghai turtles. Griffin also wants to take this opportunity to get rid of the nickname "Mr. Bai Zi". At the beginning of the competition, she carefully wrote the new words in the new word book. She carefully wrote down every word one by one for fear of making mistakes. After each writing, she would stare at her questions several times before handing them in. Unfortunately, in the end, she still failed to escape the "clutches" of typos. Because of several typos, her back was labeled as a turtle. The students all pointed at the turtle on her back and laughed. Griffin desperately leaned his back against the table so as not to be seen.
Although she suffered a lot because of the typo, every time she made up her mind to correct it, it didn't take long for her typo to appear in the exercise book unscrupulously. I really don't know when she will get rid of this bad habit.
My deskmate topic composition 5 My deskmate is a handsome boy with shiny black hair, bright eyes, an upturned nose, a small mouth and rows of white teeth. This is the basic appearance of my deskmate. Let me talk about his hobbies! He prefers to play computer games. He is a super player in the whole grade, but he doesn't play every day, just like me, sometimes. He can become a master because he can type quickly, which I admire. After that, you will definitely ask me: How is his grade? His math score is usually 98- 100, and sometimes he adds 10 to the correct answer. His Chinese score is usually 85-90 and his English score is 85-95. This achievement is nearly ten points in our class. He is a good student.
There is a little thing that can prove his quality. Let me tell you something:
This little thing happened in a summer, and there was not even a breath of wind under the scorching sun. I saw a little yellow dog sticking out its tongue and panting under the tree. Like cicadas, they keep calling, as if to shout, "Hot! Hot! " I kept shaking my fan, and my sweat kept flowing downwards.
I went home and took my mother's money to buy drinks. My mother said, "3 yuan, take the money." I skipped to the street. Suddenly, I saw a little boy in a blue hat standing in the opposite shade. I approached Zhu, who turned out to be in our class. I said, "Let's play together." We walked to the small street and saw a boy about our age with a small bag in his hand and some frogs in it. He immediately went over and told the child to let it go. At this time, I remembered what my teacher told us in science class: "Frogs are natural enemies of pests, guardians of crops, and once good friends of mankind." Protecting frogs is the responsibility of each of us. " But the little boy in front of him caught frogs and played with them. It was cruel. Zhu told him a lot of truth, but the boy over there said, "Do you still need to be reasonable?" If you want to play, play together. Forget it if you don't play. Go away and mind your own business here. "He thought about it for a moment, and then bought two tickets with 1 yuan in his pocket and my one yuan. We held the little frog carefully and left there sadly to the pond. We put two frogs in the pool and they disappeared into the water.
I will always keep this in mind, and you should do your part to protect nature and make the world more lovely! More beautiful!