The most familiar stranger 1 The most familiar person has only his best friend besides his family.
In the first grade, you sat behind me. One day, you didn't bring a wet tissue, but you needed it badly. I will lend you one. You smile and say thank you. Ask me: "Let's be good friends, shall we?" At that time, I was timid. I feel embarrassed to see people being too enthusiastic about me. I don't think it's easy to refuse. I nodded and said nothing. After class, you come to see me and discuss interesting things at school and home with me. We talked and laughed together.
When I go to the toilet, you always pull me and let me go with you. When reciting the text, we will recite each other together until we are familiar with it. After you come back from your visit to the United States, share the chocolate you brought home with me. On our birthday, we ate cakes and played games together ... but now they are all memories.
One day, my pen ran out of water and I was writing a composition. I have no choice but to borrow it from you. You did not hesitate to lend me a beautiful pen. I remember you said that this pen was the first one you got and your favorite one. I held it carefully and successfully finished my composition. As I am a labor committee member in my class, I may need it in the future, so I put it on the table first and then urge the students on duty. I finally called everyone on duty, and then I came back to have a look. Hey, where are the pens on the table? At first, I thought I was in the belly of the table, but I searched the whole belly of the table and emptied everything in my schoolbag. I searched one by one, but I couldn't find my pen. Strange, what was here just now? Why can't you see it once? I bent down and looked at the whole classroom floor, but there was no sign of a pen. This is your favorite pen! But why would I lose it? I don't think a friend who has been here for so long should care. When you asked me to get my pen back, I was silent at first because I was afraid you would be angry. "Have you ever used that pen?" I whispered, "I'm sorry, I lost it." You thought I was joking at first, but I really lost control. When you know the news, that kind of sadness and anger, and finally break up with me, how I hope this is just a nightmare.
Now we meet without even saying hello. It's my fault that I lost your favorite pen, but I still hope you and I can go back in time.
The most familiar stranger Grade 2 Composition 2 In the journey of life, there are always some strangers around us. They may have helped us or given us warmth. Today I want to talk about the most familiar stranger with me.
By my side, there are a group of strangers I know very well. I hear their voices every day and I know their names very well, but I have never seen them and I don't know what they look like. They are my most familiar strangers-broadcasters.
When you wake up, the sound of 1 must be "Hi! Hello, everyone, congratulations on starting again, a brand-new day! Thank you for listening to our program at seven o'clock on time! " When the voice of male anchor Rick hearty echoed in my ears again, the sleepy people miraculously disappeared in my mind. I got up at once, put on my clothes and started a new day.
At this time, eating breakfast becomes a very happy thing. While eating the delicious breakfast cooked by my mother, I was really happy to listen to the jokes told by Brother Lei and his sister in that "black box". Even if there is a final exam that day, I will put those things in the first place, have a good laugh first, and then get bored! Listening to their programs, although very happy, but sometimes "trouble" can be big.
I remember telling him a joke once. What a coincidence! He is still here. This is embarrassing. I can't swallow it or spit it out. I just held back the "stuffy smile". But then the more I thought about it, the more funny it became. There was a crash and it collapsed.
The longer I stay, the more I depend on the radio host. I didn't listen to their programs at dinner, and my heart was empty, but because of this, it also brought "opportunities" to my mother.
I do my homework at home. This is turtle speed. After writing a line or two, I stopped to "think about life" or look at the scenery outside the window. When my mother found out that I was so dawdling, she broke into the house in a rage and had a brainwave. She swore, "Give me another job, son of a bitch, and I won't listen to the radio for you!" " On hearing this, well, that makes sense. I immediately lowered my head and "danced" on the paper. My mother smiled when she saw it.
After playing for a few days, I was tired. When I was eating, I heard Uncle Lang say in that deep but kind voice, "Congratulations, this long day is finally over!" " "How delightful it is!
In this radio program, I am not only happy, but also spiritually enlightened. I remember once, it rained all day, and I was very depressed. I heard Uncle Long say on the radio, "When you are in a bad mood, learn to be as deep and calm as a blue whale." This calms my heart and makes me less angry in the future.
Thanks to these strangers I know very well, they accompanied me to primary school for 6 years, and their spiritual enlightenment to me is endless. Time goes by, I wish them all the best, and those who continue to accompany me live a long life.
The most familiar stranger's second-grade composition 3 was idle, so he opened the classmate's record and read it again and again. The appearance of my classmates looms in my mind. Where are they now? I miss them very much.
Call, not at home; I want to write a letter, but unfortunately I don't have an address. The feeling of missing came up, and I seemed to see their innocent smiling faces, but they were so vague, just like in a dream. So, my nose hurts. ...
Why is this happening? Haven't you forgotten the last quarrel? I don't know. I can only think about the past desperately. When I'm done, I'll forget it after a while. I'm sorry. Are those words of "auld lang syne" just lies? Don't! I comforted myself: nothing, just haven't seen you for a while. What's the big deal? I have some regrets now. I regret that when I was with them, I only cared about playing and almost neglected my study. No, I don't regret it At least, I have so many good memories.
Yesterday's is over, and it can't be undone. Let's cherish the present, or we will regret it later. What happened this morning is very interesting. The cultural and recreational Committee members lead the song in front. I looked at her carefully: why haven't I seen her? It's been almost half a year since my classmate, and I haven't paid much attention to her before. I stared at her and remembered: she usually loves singing and eating snacks, and she is very lively ... Oh, I suddenly remembered that I have long been familiar with her!
Cherish it and don't let your classmates become your most familiar strangers.
The most familiar stranger Grade 2 Composition 4 I still remember the girl I am most familiar with and stranger to. She is the study committee member of grade four in our class. Her name is Zhao. I only call her "Zhao" and she calls me "Zhang". Zhao's hair is neither long nor short. Her face is round, just like a baby face. He is taller than me, and his academic performance is second only to the prodigy Wansheng. Although we are familiar with each other, something happened that made us ignore each other.
One noon, many students in the classroom watched their usual grades around the computer. After all, it was near the end of the term, and everyone was very concerned about whether they could get an "A". A small number of students came to me and asked me, "Zhang, why don't you cook?" I'm starving! "As soon as I heard this, I quickly asked Zhao to spread the newspaper. Hearing this, she quickly squeezed out of the crowd and began to spread paper. I called my cooking classmate and asked her to prepare for moving rice. Unexpectedly, after a while, a classmate came to ask me, "Why isn't the newspaper spread?" I turned to look at the platform. Sure enough, I found my classmates caught in the crowd and went to see the results again. I walked up to her angrily and said slowly, "can you spread the newspaper quickly?" "The students are hungry!" Who knows, she looked back at me and said rudely to me in a more serious tone: "You don't want to help today!" " "Now it's my turn to stay; Why? Didn't the teacher give me discipline? Why is she the study Committee to direct me to do things? I am the monitor of Class One! At that time, I was very wronged and cried on my desk. I don't know which classmate reported the old hint. The teacher dragged us out of the classroom and scolded Zhao.
After school, I packed my schoolbag and prepared to queue up. The teacher stopped me and told me to do my homework in the classroom and wait for her. I joined the teacher and talked and laughed with a classmate who stayed behind. After a while, Zhao came in with a schoolbag. She didn't look at us. She went straight to her seat and did her homework.
Later, the teacher taught us to be tolerant of each other. Zhao later became an arrogant "stranger" and she ignored me again.
But she transferred to Nanwai in the fifth grade. We will never meet again. Remembering her ordinary name reminds me of the most familiar stranger.