Write a growth diary of teachers and classmates as long as you write the relationship between teachers and classmates on campus.

There are many stories happening in our campus all the time. These stories of the students contain our sincere friendship. These stories give me a deeper understanding of classmates' feelings. Do you want to hear these stories? Let me come one by one. (1) I am responsible for coming to school in a hurry on a sunny morning. I only saw some classmates around the locust tree, and there was a lot of noise inside. I like to ask what comes next, so I squeezed in, only to hear a little fat man say, "Didn't you recite a wrong word?" As for you, let me carry it again? " A classmate across the street said, "You forgot. Didn't you lose your score just because you made a mistake in the last exam? How did you forget it so quickly?" The fat classmate blushed, and I squeezed out of the crowd at the sight of it. You said, being highly responsible for your classmates is not the real classmate feeling? (2) Tolerance During a recess, several "naughty boys" in our class were idle, so they pulled Xiaohua's chair back, which had just stood up. Xiaohua, who was unaware of it, fell into a "butt squat" as soon as she sat down. They laughed so hard that they could hardly keep back. At this moment, my heart is anxious, because a big war is about to happen. Unexpectedly, Xiaohua stood up slowly, without a trace of resentment in his eyes. He smiled and pointed to the "naughty boys" and limped out of the classroom. The laughter stopped abruptly and they were dumbfounded. At this moment, my uneasy heart is settled. Looking at his back, I seem to see his smiling face again. You said, isn't this tolerance and understanding the true classmate sentiment? (3) Encourage my mother to take a look at my homework one night this spring and say angrily, "Every day, I say that your homework is messy and your handwriting is not neat. Did you listen? Why is it still the same? Hey! You child! " "No, I have made progress!" I argued with my mother cheekily. Although I refuse to accept it, I have to admit in my heart that my homework really has to be compared with excellent students. Look at Xiaolan in my class. The words are neatly written, and all the strokes are full of strength. Every word is so beautiful. If only I could write beautiful words like her! I told Xiaolan what I thought. She is very happy. She told me to keep practicing. After a while, I saw that I had made little progress. I said to Xiaolan, "Hey! I'm not that material. I don't practice anymore. " Xiaolan said anxiously, "this can't be done. We must have perseverance in doing things, otherwise we can't do anything." Then she told me the story of Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher, practicing calligraphy and grinding an iron pestle into a needle. With her encouragement, I continued to practice calligraphy. She has become my little calligraphy teacher. After months of hard work, my homework has never been criticized by my mother again, and my hard-pen works have been selected by the teacher to be exhibited at the school art festival. You said, isn't classmate love just mutual encouragement among classmates?