My deskmate's sixth-grade composition 1 My deskmate is Zhang Chen, the "naughty king" who gives the teacher a headache.
He is short and short, with dark skin, and a pair of big blinking eyes under thick eyebrows. Because mom and dad are working outside, he often doesn't wear socks, and his clothes are always shiny.
His consciousness is not good. He never finished the homework assigned by the teacher on time. His calligraphy can be called "while the dragon and the phoenix dance". Even the teacher doesn't know his handwriting. In class, he didn't pay attention to the lecture, but secretly played with his favorite toys, and I don't know how many toys were confiscated by the teacher! The teacher asked him to sit next to me. I hope I can drive him to study hard if he is conscious. I go to school early every morning and read the text carefully. But when he comes, I can't study. He touched you here, dragged you there and said a bunch of Japanese words he learned from TV. I really don't know what he is going to do. When the teacher came, he pretended to read.
He won't go home, he won't go to school, he won't watch others play games in Internet cafes, causing teachers to look all over the street, and his grandmother is also afraid. The duty officer criticized him for not obeying discipline, but said that the duty officer was talking nonsense. I really hope he can get rid of his shortcomings, carry forward the advantages of asking questions and be a good boy.
This is my unique deskmate.
She is a lively, cheerful and sunny girl. She, an innocent and fragile girl; She, my deskmate-Feng Lingling.
A pair of watery eyes, small ears, small cherry mouth. She is my deskmate.
She is my deskmate and my enemy. She was a crying baby when she was injured. When happy, she is a sunny girl; And when the fire flies, she is a witch!
Crying is a girl's patent and her privilege! She never cries over trifles. When she was scolded by others, she would stare at her eyes, and suddenly, tears came. ...
When she is angry, she is a tiger, and she "destroys" without restraint. In fact, she meant no harm, because her watery eyes were full of tears, and she was so naive.
When she is happy, she will find her friends and play together. She is a sunny girl.
In the quarrel with the enemy, I understood her character.
I quarreled with her on a sunny day. Before long, although he was not angry, there were crystal tears in his eyes. I think this fatal weakness suddenly became speechless. ...
The next day, everything seemed so calm, as if nothing had happened yesterday, and she was still talking and laughing with her deskmate. ...
Suddenly, I found that my deskmate was a fragile grass and a vibrant sunflower. ...
She is my deskmate, a grass and a flower. ...
It's my deskmate.
Speaking of my deskmate, I will talk to you for three days and nights. His small, dreamy eyes were covered by thick eyes. A pair of white glasses with a black border is on the low bridge of the nose and heavy eyebrows are on the floor. He always smiles "heartlessly", and his cute appearance will leave a deep impression on people after seeing it. His bangs were dyed yellow hair, so he also had a nickname-"yellow hair".
"Huang Mao" is a naughty guy, causing me all kinds of trouble every day. He knew that I was timid and afraid of all kinds of bugs, so he deliberately put the bugs he caught on me when I was not looking. When I found out, I was often scared to death. When I tried to settle accounts, he had already run away. As a weak person in the class, he was bullied by me. I often ask him to help me do this and that. When I don't need anything, when I have more homework to correct, I push it to his desk. I yell at him when I'm unhappy, just like a servant who pours tea. He is also willing.
Of course, as the weakest person, he doesn't forget to spoil me. Once, he borrowed writing paper from me, and I said angrily, "You don't bring paper every day, don't borrow it!" " "At this moment, I saw him pouting, blinking, and putting his hands together and saying," Please, just this once, next time! " "Seeing him like this, I willingly tore the paper to him.
Huang Mao is such a deskmate who gives me trouble every day but never forgets to bring me happiness. Where is your deskmate?
Yesterday, the teacher gave me a new deskmate-Deng Shuai.
In fact, he is more handsome than weak. Not long after sitting next to me, he borrowed my dictionary. I thought, "No way, you don't have a dictionary?" Before I asked him, he said, "My dictionary doesn't work." According to my analysis, there are not many syllables in his dictionary.
After school, Li Xinyi said to me, "What do you think of Deng Shuai?" I casually said, "Not bad." Li Xinyi added: "When I was sitting with Deng Shuai, I made up a personal signature: when I was a child, someone asked me what a monster was, and I gave him a mirror and said,' Look for yourself.' He cried after reading it. ""Ha-ha ... I laughed, and so did Ru next to me (don't take it seriously, it's a joke).
Today, in English class, Deng Shuai selected many stars for our group. At present, it seems that the first place in our group is hopeless, and the last place is almost the same. Although we can't get the first place no matter how hard we try, we still have to strive for the first place.
Although Deng Shuai has numerous shortcomings, he also has advantages. I read his calligraphy book yesterday, and his handwriting is much better than mine before! Perhaps, he still has many advantages that I haven't found.
Is Deng Shuai "handsome" or "declining"? Let's wait and see.
My deskmate Grade 6 Composition 5 I have a deskmate that everyone envies. Her name is Liu Jiayi. Although she is a woman, she is very kind to me. She wears a pair of small eyes and her hair is black and shiny. She is about 1.5 meters tall. Sometimes looking at her is a little cute.
She is the most capable deskmate I have ever seen. I remember once, I accidentally got more than 70 points in the Chinese exam. I silently lay on my desk, tears slowly flowing down. Several of my good friends did well in the exam, so they came to satirize me. Others said, Lao Yao, didn't you say you had to get 90 points? Why did you get 70 points? Some said, you also have today, I didn't expect! Some good friends don't even look at me. And my deskmate got 90 points, which is the highest in the class. She has been sitting beside me silently, probably because she is afraid that a word will stimulate me. She motioned the person who laughed at me to leave with her eyes. After a while, she said, Yao Jianming, are you all right? Actually, it doesn't matter if you take the exam once. Success is the mother of failure, even saints make mistakes. You give up now, just let others lose an opponent. It doesn't do me any good. My head slowly lifted. Look at her red eyes.
My heart is full of warmth and strength. I put away my tears. Cheer up! Her Chinese is good, but mine is not. I remember at the end of the term, I thought I must have failed the Chinese exam. Take out all her Chinese background and review it for me. Tell me what the focus is and what knowledge to review. After all, I am her opponent. After she helped me review, I gained a little more confidence in conquering Chinese.
A person cannot be perfect. Her only shortcoming is that she is too wordy. Thanks to her, my sixth grade was a little more colorful. After graduation, she is no longer my deskmate, but I still hope to be deskmate with her again.
My deskmate has long hair and an unexpected pair of visitors' glasses, and I am worried to death every time I have a physical examination.
She is very kind to me. She will cry when she sees that I am hurt. She cried almost all because of me because she didn't want me to get hurt. I was bullied by others. She will help me like crazy. If I hurt her, she will cry, too. In fact, she doesn't like to cry. She only cries when she sees me hurt. I am very touched. She often writes some touching words in class. I am an iceberg. She ... Let my friend hit her on the head. To tell the truth, I was a little sad, but I couldn't express it, so I left coldly. I cried when I slept. Because of her, it was the first time I cried because of my classmates. She was the first. She helped me when I was injured. I helped her when she was hurt, but she thought I didn't care about her, so this week she was crazy about me. It means I care about her. In fact, she doesn't know me. I won't show it in front of others. I will only keep it in my heart and won't tell anyone. I am sad, she is optimistic, so I have been getting along with her. I want to tell her that I care about her. But I can't say it. So I hope we will continue to get better.
My deskmate Grade 6 Composition 7 You, are you okay, my deskmate? I haven't seen you for a few days, and my heart is full of sadness when I look at your empty seat. Maybe just a few weeks ago, you walked into everyone's life with a cool spring breeze. ...
Deskmate, you know? When the teacher introduced you to us with a crisp and pleasant bell and arranged for you to sit next to me, I even blocked my head and met your first smile. After shaking hands and high-fiving, we started the friendship between our deskmates.
Deskmate, do you remember? The course of a day, your straight back, small black suit, and your polite answer made me feel uneasy. You are the first strong competitor I have ever met. After the first unit test, you naturally became the monitor with the absolute advantage of full marks. This is the first time that I have exceeded my score. Under the scolding of my parents and the provocation of my good friends, I fought with you for the first time, which belongs to boys. You are confused by this inexplicable fight. Two teeth were lost, and you fought back with Shaolin Boxing, which has been studied for three years ... When we all lost our strength and lay on the green lawn, the sun stained a large piece of blood on your white shirt, so we made up.
Deskmate, when I heard that you had a high fever to save a little boy who fell into the water in Grade One, my heart was full of sadness. I think back to the past. After that fight, we became good brothers, good friends and good partners. We pulled the pigtails of female students in the front row together, put frogs in the cups of the fiercest and weirdest science teachers, studied together, and stood together as punishment ... until now, I still clearly remember your innocent smile, your hearty laughter and our eternal friendship.
Deskmate, get well soon! Let's study together and grow up happily together!
My deskmate's sixth grade composition 8 He has a thin face, and his face is particularly black. The acne of "young beauty" with red and black face is particularly prominent, but he is my deskmate, with no life and no sunshine.
Seeing his scary appearance, I can't help but want to stay away from him. In addition, he is not serious in class and always dozes off, which inevitably adds a bit of disgust. Moreover, he talked endlessly about this and that, talking like a monk, which made my impression on him even worse. But after that, I changed my mind about him.
It was a Friday, and I went home by bus after school. The bus will come soon. I just got on the bus and found a seat. At this moment, someone sat in the seat next to me. I looked up and saw my deskmate, but he didn't notice me. Sitting around has passed three or four stops before you know it. At this time, an old woman with a cane came over, and no one gave way in the car. Who knows that the deskmate immediately stood up and gave way. He said to his grandmother, "Grandma, I will give you my seat." Looking carefully, it turns out that the old woman is a little disabled and can't stand up without crutches.
Seeing this, I can't help but want to say sorry to him. What happened in class next moved me even more. I thought he was lazy, didn't like studying, and slept in class. Later, I heard from other students that he had to make manual subsidies until several o'clock in the morning every day, and he had to get up early every morning, so he didn't sleep long enough to doze off. Suddenly, his position in my heart is much higher.
Since then, my deskmate and I are not like "enemies", but like brothers.
My deskmate's sixth grade composition 9 My deskmate is an all-round master. Whenever I mention him, I feel sorry for myself. First of all, talk about the gap between me and him!
My deskmate, wearing blue sportswear and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, often has a charming smile on her face, which makes people feel like a "schoolmaster". Let's talk about the gap between his study and mine. Once in a math class, the teacher gave me several simple application problems, but they stumped me. And my deskmate, before the teacher finished writing the topic, immediately vowed to write it. When the teacher was talking about the topic, my deskmate suddenly stood up and said to the teacher, "Teacher, there is a simpler solution to this topic." After that, he went to the blackboard, picked up the chalk and wrote it on the blackboard with the solution of junior high school. The students were amazed at my deskmate, and I thought to myself: We are only in the sixth grade, and he has already learned the knowledge of junior high school. Then, the teacher went on with the questions. In the process of giving the question, the deskmate stood up again and said, "Teacher, your question is wrong." I was shocked. I didn't even notice. How did he find out? After math class, I thought, my deskmate is really a bully!
Not only that, but his athletic ability is beyond my reach. In physical education class, the PE teacher asked us to run a kilometer on the playground. Our playground is only 200 meters. Running one kilometer is equal to running five times. The whole class was exhausted after only one lap. But my deskmate ran in front of the class and was the first person to insist on running a kilometer. He doesn't feel tired. My classmates and I are almost exhausted, our faces are burning, and our deskmate's face is blue.
My deskmate is a master of learning and sports. I really like my senior's all-around deskmate.
My deskmate's sixth grade composition 10 You, whenever you are tired, you will rest your crown on my cold shoulder. My face will turn red unconsciously, maybe it's DNA. Your brother who likes me often leans on me, but the meaning is different. You, a violent girl, often hit me, bringing me back to the cruel reality of being immersed in daydreams. ...
I used to study hard with you when I sat with you. If I were better than you, you would say, "I won't be sexual if I'm not as good as you next time." In this way, we won't let anyone ... Hundreds of years later, our "practice" is not shallow, so I am good at math and she is good at Chinese.
When I made her cry, I stayed away. Watching her cry is n times better than watching her smile. But when I cry, you try your best to please me, so if you don't agree with me, find a reason to cry for a while and you will agree with me.
I remember a time when you made me cry. I picked up her pencil case and threw it on the loveless floor with all my strength. Then, I stepped on 5~6 feet hard. Then, I saw you coming slowly and picking up some pens and half rulers that I trampled on ... She stood up and said, "I was too impulsive just now, right, I'm sorry." I shivered and felt very moved. I picked up my schoolbag and ran home like an arrow.
From then on, I began to be nice to her. ...
She is my former deskmate-Wu Xiaoying.
My deskmate's sixth grade composition 1 1 A pair of big eyes, a high nose, a small red apple face, and a small mouth like a cherry, together with a shiny black hair, turned her into a lively, lovely and moving one.
She is the same age as me, 13 years old. She won the second prize in the composition competition of Hongtian Central Primary School. She used to perform on the stage with me and dance with me. She is incomparable in English class. She is an English elite. Moreover, she is my good deskmate and our close partner this semester.
She is the best friend and partner of the boys in our class and the best object of our complaint. She always tells me humorous things and jokes, such as the joke she told me last time: The teacher asked Xiao Ming what is one plus one? Xiao Ming said he didn't know. The teacher asked Xiaoming to go back and ask his parents. Xiaoming went to ask his mother who was playing mahjong and said, "Five!" "Xiao Ming asked his father again. Dad was reading the newspaper and said, "Cool!" "Xiao Ming went to ask his brother again. My brother is learning to fall in love and says, "Dear, come with me!" " "The next day, the teacher asked Xiao Ming how much one plus one equals. Xiao Ming said, "Five!" The teacher slapped Xiao Ming, and Xiao Ming said, "Cool! The teacher turned blue with anger and said, "I want to see your parents!" ""Come with me, dear! "Xiao Ming said. "The teacher is dizzy. Hehe, is this joke funny? Is it funny? My deskmate is not bad!
She treats people calmly and persistently, and is polite to others. She is a rare good deskmate. I like her very much! ! !
This is her, she is lovely, beautiful, like a fairy, so beautiful! Guess who she is-she is my good deskmate-Zhou Xiaohan.
Deskmate's sixth grade composition 12 During several years of primary school life, deskmate is both my study partner and my good friend. But this semester, I sit at the same table with the girl Li. This road is really narrow. She and I are sworn enemies.
She is very delicate, with a cherry-like mouth under her big watery eyes. But she's a little provocative. Alas, she and I "face each other across the river", and we may have to taste the taste of "the river moves and the lion roars".
There is a boundary between us. Anyone who dares to "cross the line" will be more than one bargained for. Over time, neither of us wants to stay in this "military confrontation" place any more.
Once in math class, I met a question that I couldn't answer, so I asked my classmates around me. They didn't know. Helpless, I had to ask her. I didn't expect her to be "unappreciative" and hardly read the topic. She also said, "How can a fool like me do a problem that a genius can't do?" Well, that's what she said, but when I saw a big piece written in her notebook, I knew she was lying to me and laughing at me. I really want to "strike militarily", but if she takes out the "female iron sand palm" and makes another move of "avalanche", she will beat me half to death, and I dare not "cross the line".
People can't be annoying in every way. Another advantage of her is that she draws well. Her painting skills are superb, the scenery is vivid and the characters are lifelike ... Every time we look at her paintings, we are always "traveling in the world of painting with our hearts." Do you think her painting skill is "fairy painting"?
Some deskmates are my study partners, and some deskmates are my good friends. This "enemy deskmate" will remain in my heart forever.
My deskmate's sixth grade composition 13 My deskmate's name is Xiaoming. He is tall and fat. He has a big face, small ears and a big mouth. He loves to play and is greedy. He likes helping others.
I remember once, Xiao Ming saw an old woman knocked down by a bike on her way home. The little boy who knocked down his grandmother ran away when he saw that he had knocked down his grandmother. At this time, Xiao Ming suddenly ran over, helped the grandmother to sit in the chair, and then hurried to the supermarket to buy her water and bread.
After drinking water and eating bread, the old woman said to Xiaoming, "Thank you, young man. Thanks to you, I don't know what to do. " Xiaoming listened to his grandmother and said to her, "You're welcome, this is what I should do." Later, Xiao Ming saw grandma's sprained foot. He said to grandma, "grandma, your foot is sprained." Let me take you home. " The old woman said, "OK, thank you, young man." After that, Xiaoming helped his grandmother to go home. When she arrived at grandma's house, she said to Xiaoming, "Thank you, young man. You are really a good man. " Xiaoming listened to his grandmother and went home happily.
This is my deskmate. A gluttonous, playful and helpful person.
Deskmate's sixth grade composition 14 Past events flooded into me, and my memory returned to the fifth grade that year.
Just after the summer vacation, the teacher arranged a seat and put me next to an unpopular classmate in Ban Chao. He has no parents, only one grandfather lives with her. He is always laughed at by others, so he keeps silent. As soon as I sat there, I made an appointment with him and drew a dividing line between Chu and Han in the middle of the table. If he crosses the line, he will have to be beaten by me. Once he may have done his homework too carefully and crossed his arms a little. I punched him and she secretly wiped her tears with her back. I want to, uh, let you cross the line.
On the day of the exam, I carefully checked what I should take, and I didn't miss any exams. Then I went to school. I am sitting in the classroom. After a while, the test paper was handed out. I began to write seriously.
I'm almost finished, but my pen is out of oil. At first glance, I only missed two questions, but I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks in 30 minutes. Half an hour after I saw the difference between my watches, I finished class. At this moment, my deskmate handed me a ballpoint pen. At first sight, I began to doubt whether he would be so kind. As soon as he saw the suspicion in my eyes, he nodded and asked me to get it. Time is pressing. I picked up a pen, finished my paper at the last minute, checked it carefully and handed it in. I happened to see the rotten pen in his hand. I remembered how I usually treated him, and I felt very uncomfortable.
I opened my hand, took out my pen and said to him, "I'm sorry about before." He smiled knowingly, and I went to the table and erased the "Chu River Han boundary."
Deskmate sixth grade composition 15 When I mentioned deskmate, I thought of a proverb "Broad beans blossom-black heart". Speaking of quarrels, they happen every day. When it comes to fighting, one, three, five.
My deskmate's surname is Huang Lin. She often bullies me because her aunt is a teacher. "Good men don't fight women", I couldn't help it, so I quarreled with her bitterly. In the self-study class, we often "fight with our legs"; In class, as soon as my things crossed the line, her "two-finger magic pinch" immediately began, and my arm was pinched black and blue by her. Sometimes when she kicks me, I use the "trump card"-call the monitor. Who knows that she still has a trump card-pretending to cry and saying that I kicked her. It was really the "wicked" who complained first, which made me very angry. As soon as the monitor left, she immediately recovered her true colors and began to kick me again.
But she also has her moments of pride. Once in an art test, my mechanical pencil ran out of lead, so I borrowed it forward and backward without borrowing it from the side, so I had to borrow it from my deskmate. While I was hesitating, a piece of lead appeared on my desk. Who gave it to me? I saw my deskmate smiling at me. Is that her? No way! ! ! ! "Draw quickly!" Huang Lin whispered, "Otherwise, you will be punished by the art teacher, and you will continue to make noise after class!" I listened to it and quickly drew it.
This is my angry and helpful deskmate-Huang Lin.