Schoolbags are our indispensable partners. With its help, our school supplies have their own small world. My schoolbag is big and square. It's very scraping. It's a shoulder strap, so it won't be very tired to carry it on your body; Its color is bright red, with cartoon patterns on the front, which is very eye-catching; It is not only beautiful, but also fully functional, with more than a dozen pockets inside and outside, each with its own purpose.

Every morning, I come to school with my schoolbag on my back, listening to the teacher impart knowledge and answering questions. Every afternoon, I carry my schoolbag and take home the harvest of the day. The schoolbag is getting heavier and heavier, and the shoulders are getting harder and harder. Gradually, there is more and more knowledge in my mind. Teacher, I want to thank you for teaching me; Schoolbag, I also thank you for helping me recite so much knowledge.

Grandparents said they didn't have a schoolbag when they were young, so they used a piece of cloth to pick up the schoolbag and go to school. So they say they have learned very little. Mom and dad said they had schoolbags when they were children. It's just a schoolbag surrounded by four pieces of cloth and sewn together. Not much, so they said they didn't learn much. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom read my schoolbag. Wow! There are so many books, so many pockets, and they are all full. No wonder I know so much. However, I know that I am good at hard work but not at leisure. Even if I have this good partner, if I am lazy and don't work hard, the knowledge in my schoolbag will not become my own knowledge.

The schoolbag is full of seeds of knowledge. Seeds are scattered in our minds and hearts. I must make knowledge bear rich fruits, dedicated to my parents, to my beloved teacher, to my beloved motherland and to my companion-schoolbag.

Article 2:

Everyone has his own schoolbag, and I am no exception. Although my schoolbag is ordinary, it can hold many books. It is blue-gray in color, rectangular in shape and has two small zippers. At night, books seem to sleep in schoolbags.

Every day, it accompanies me to class, go home and do my homework ... once, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and it was like a warrior, protecting my homework and books.

Come to school with a heavy schoolbag and go to various places every day. Every day, I put my favorite books in it.

Ah! I have a rare schoolbag. I love my bag.

Article 3:

Today, my mother bought me a schoolbag. The schoolbag is made of shiny black cloth with a picture of Mickey Mouse in the middle. Mickey Mouse is skating freely, wearing a pair of skates, a little red riding hood and a pair of gray wool gloves.

The function in the schoolbag is no different from everyone's. There are three floors. The first floor can hold large books, the second floor can hold small books and notebooks, and the third floor can hold pencil boxes. There is also a net bag on both sides of the bag, which can hold water cups.

But there is something special about my schoolbag, that is, there are several square massage blocks on the back of the schoolbag. Usually I have to walk a long way to school with my schoolbag on my back. Sometimes when I get home, my shoulders and back are sore. It is really comfortable to massage while walking with a schoolbag with a massage block.

Although I have used this schoolbag for two years and some places are worn out, I have been reluctant to change it because it has become my inseparable friend.

Article 4:

I have an old blue cloth schoolbag, which is almost washed white. It accompanies me to school, go home and do my homework every day. We spent a spring, summer, autumn and winter together. It serves me faithfully and is my close partner.

Once, I used my schoolbag as a weapon to fight guerrilla warfare with my classmates. I grabbed my schoolbag and threw it at each other. Suddenly, the strap of the schoolbag was broken, and the schoolbag flew out, fell into the ditch and rolled into the ditch. When I took it out of the ditch, I saw that it was covered with mud and the sewage was falling drop by drop. Ah! The schoolbag is crying! Tears fell straight down, as if a sad face were saying; "Where am I sorry you? Why do you treat me like this? " Although I fell badly, the books, notebooks and stationery in my arms were not damaged or dirty at all. I feel ashamed and regretful.

I hurried home and cleaned it. Please ask mom to sew the tape. From then on, I will never use my schoolbag as a weapon again.

Once, my naughty sister hid my schoolbag. I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find it. I'm sweating so much that I really want to cry. I have been thinking: "schoolbag, schoolbag, where are you?" You can't lose it ... "Later, my sister quietly took out my schoolbag. My eyes lit up and I ran over. I wrapped my schoolbag tightly in my arms and kissed it. I said, "My baby, you can come back, but you are so worried about me ..." A tear crept into my schoolbag.

The passage of time diluted its original color; Time has worn away its edges and corners. But it is loyal to its duties, still infatuated with protecting my books and stationery, and still has no regrets. ...

Article 5:

Walking in the busy market, all kinds of schoolbags are dazzling. On campus, students also like to use schoolbags as status symbols. My schoolbag is the most eye-catching, because its "appearance" is very special and it has an unforgettable "history".

In the sixth grade of primary school, a female classmate from Guizhou was transferred to the class. Her parents came to work in our factory and she came here to study. She just came to our class and made a fool of herself when she introduced herself. When she stood on the podium, she bowed her head and said with a strong Guizhou accent, "Hello, my name is Zhang ... Red Heart. Please give me more advice in the future." Some students deliberately found fault and said, "What's your name? Dirty heart? It's better to call it kiwi! " Zhang's face turned red, and then I was lucky enough to become a deskmate with her. It's a pity that I have some difficulties in communicating with her, so we seldom communicate. Until one day, she brought a schoolbag. To tell the truth, that schoolbag is ugly. I don't know what material it is. All I know is that it is red in green, and there are several dark yellow flowers. The watchband is blue. She smiled and asked me, "Is this schoolbag nice?" I said helplessly, "It's fine." The expression on her face became more cheerful.

Time flies, a year has passed, and she said that her parents are going back. She said that she would give me a present. She took out her schoolbag from the drawer and handed it to me, saying, "Last time you said this schoolbag was beautiful, I gave it to you." I was about to say I couldn't accept it, but she looked at me with that irresistible look. I hesitated for a moment and accepted. After she left, I carefully observed this schoolbag. It turns out that this is hand-woven with hemp warp dyeing. I think it is more valuable.

Now, I don't care about the strange eyes and ridicule of my classmates. I used that schoolbag to hold my favorite things and heavy friendship.

The schoolbag is not a symbol of status, but a witness of friendship. I will cherish it forever!