The more aspects of junior high school Chinese composition about classmates, the better (narrative)

1 After entering junior high school, I met many new classmates, each with his own personality. Some are lively, some are deep, some are smart, and some are healthy.

Zhang Jinxin is the first junior high school classmate I know (I haven't seen him in primary school). When I saw him, I was shocked-so much like Xu Sanduo in Soldier Assault! At first, I talked with Zhang Jinxin anxiously about the difficulty of junior high school subjects. From the conversation, I learned that Zhang Jinxin is very accomplished in mathematics, but if it is about English, he knows nothing. However, Zhang Jinxin is not only good at studying, but also very good at sports. He is the main player of the basketball team in our class. It's perfect to describe Zhang Jinxin with both civil and military skills.

Liu Changji is my primary school classmate. I didn't have such a close relationship with him in primary school, but now, in junior high school, he is the only primary school classmate and junior high school classmate I can talk to. Of course, our relationship has improved. We go to school together all day and know each other very well. Liu Changji can be said to be a comprehensive student in his studies. He is not only among the best in Chinese and mathematics, but also a little behind in the history of other subjects. Moreover, his knowledge of sports theory is also very rich. Even when a basketball game was held in the first grade of junior high school, he served as a commentator for me!

Don't think that all the people in our class are elegant "literati", in fact, there are all kinds of talents in our class! Didn't you say that "civil servants write to secure the world, and military officers mount horses to decide the outcome"! Although Du Zhi still needs to study harder, in terms of physical education, Du Zhi's ability is among the best in our class and even the whole first grade. In a basketball game, Du Mengjian scored more than 30 points in a game! Not only in basketball, but also in many sports such as high jump, long jump, running and shot put, Du Jian and Meng Zhi have made brilliant achievements for our Class One and Six.

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What's up, class? I am really lucky to be assigned to Class 6, Grade 1!

2

Xiaogang and I are classmates. He just transferred to our school from other places this semester. But somehow, my impression of him was not very good, until something happened a few days ago, which changed my view of him fundamentally.

"Tintin ..." The bell rang. The students took up their rice bowls one after another, waiting for the teacher to say "class is over" and rushed to the canteen at a speed of 100 meters. Sure enough, the teacher just said that when we left the classroom after class, Xiaogang and several other students were the only ones in the classroom. I said with a wry smile, "They ran too fast, but they didn't eat." Reach into the table to get the bowl. After I took it out, I reached into my pants bag to get the meal card, but I couldn't find it for a long time, so I guessed that the meal card might have been accidentally dropped somewhere or left at home. In short, it seems that we can't eat at noon. I put my hand on my head, looked at the ceiling and said to the sky, "Oh, my God! I am really unlucky today! It seems that going out in the future depends on the yellow calendar. " My behavior caught Xiaogang's attention. He came up with a bowl and asked with concern, "What's the matter with you?" I replied, "Nothing." Since it's nothing, why are you yelling at heaven here? "he asked. Seeing that I couldn't hide it, I had to tell him truthfully: "To tell you the truth, my meal card is gone and I can't eat at noon today." "oh! That's right! That's easy. If you cook with my card, won't you have something to eat? " Xiao Gang said with a smile. I said badly, "That's not good. That's your card. How to use it? " "It's okay, is it not a meal? As for that? " "That also not line. Isn't it just a hungry meal? Nothing, I declined. "As the saying goes:" People are iron, rice is steel, and you will be hungry if you don't eat a meal. Only when you are full can you have the strength to study in the afternoon! "Xiaogang advised." So ... okay! I'll pay you back later. "We are classmates and it is right to help each other. Don't worry. Small ah smiled and said, then let's go! Everyone else is almost finished. " Very good! Wait for me, "I said with a smile. ...

Although this is a small matter, I will never forget it. Because this time let me understand that not only classmates, but also people should help each other and should not stand by. At the same time, this is also one of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. As descendants of the Chinese people, we should carry forward this spirit! Let love exist between people forever!

Students always get along and meet each other every day. Accidents will inevitably happen at school, so I want to tell you something that happened with Xiaoming.

It was a hot summer day, and Xiao Ming and I made an appointment to read in Congwen Bookstore. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, we gathered in Lanling Square and rode our bikes to Congwen Bookstore.

After we parked in the parking lot, I rushed into Congwen Bookstore. Looking for the book I want hungrily in the vast sea of books. Xiao Ming also entered this vast "ocean of knowledge" and began to look for the books he needed.

I turned the pages carelessly. Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a magazine called Fairy Tale World in a dense sea of books. Because I was attracted by the words "Einstein's lovely fox said: the distance between genius and you is this book" on the cover.

I can't help but open the book. I watched it slowly and patiently at first, but then I couldn't help but get into the story. Just as I was reading it with relish, Xiao Ming came up to me and said, "Webber, are you ready?" I am still intoxicated in the ocean of books, but I can't get back to God for a while. Xiao Ming didn't respond when he saw me. He looked at the book in my hand. It's amazing that even he is involved in the plot.

When I read a small part and decided to buy it, I found Xiao Ming standing next to me. I closed the book and walked to the cashier. Xiao Ming rushed up and asked me eagerly, "How much is this book?" I want to buy it, too? ""three yuan, in the cupboard of "extracurricular reading". I took the book to the cashier and was about to pay when Xiao Ming panted, "No?" ""Let me ask. " "Aunt, do you have such a book?" I saw the cashier aunt shake her head. The two of us froze. We both like this kind of book, but there is only one. What should we do? Xiaoming spoke first: "Webber, you like it so much that you can buy it." "No, you'd better buy it." "You buy it!" "You buy! "... we all acted like gentlemen, but no one believed us. Finally, my aunt said, "You each pay half the money and watch it together!" " "End the humble behavior.

Yes, getting along with classmates should be like us. Don't hurt your friendship by intrigue over a trivial matter, but be a caring, United and friendly person.

three

Blooming ice flowers

Suddenly I had an idea to see the smiling face of Bingbing. As far as I can remember, I have never seen her smile. I've been watching her for a long time. She is always quiet, bitter and sour, as if everyone owes her two cents.

I took advantage of the opportunity of being a representative of math class to quietly draw a smiling face on her exercise book and secretly observe her every move when handing out the exercise book. Not much different from before, she opened the exercise book with a straight face, did not even hit the cold, resolutely touched the eraser and wiped my masterpiece three times, five times and two times, as if she did not agree with such a prank. The next day, I drew a bigger smiling face, but she still wiped it off and said nothing.

Facing her indifference, I became interested and decided to play with her. In this way, I drew her wipe until I drew the nth smiling face. She finally got the answer and typed "?" Heavily in the exercise book. , force through the back of the paper, grief is self-evident.

After all, she reacted, whether it was disdain, rejection or even anger, but it was a happy thing for me. From then on, I changed to "send" roses. First one, then two or three ... it's free anyway, just do a little more work.

After the nth bouquet of roses, she finally lost her temper and wrote in her exercise book, "What do you want?" I replied, "I just want to see your smile." "The grades are so poor that it's too late to cry." "Work is natural." I found that she really worked harder than before.

Teacher Hai, who teaches mathematics, has just been assigned. He is not much older than us. He is not tall and looks bad, but he treats people well and has a high professional level, which can enliven the classroom atmosphere. We all like to listen to his class. At this moment, I suddenly found that Bingbing raised his hand and the sun really came out from the west. Bing Bing's usual academic performance can only be considered average, and she belongs to the kind of student who will die without the teacher's attention. Usually she doesn't have to raise her hand to speak, even if she asks questions by name, she shakes her head and doesn't know. Maybe Mr. Hai was surprised, too. He happily named her. Bingbing stood up, her face flushed, her head slightly lowered, and her voice was not much louder than that of mosquitoes. Teacher Hai walked quickly off the platform and came to her desk. She smiled and said, "OK, go on." I'm not sure Mr. Hai listened clearly, but he nodded approvingly and said happily, "That's a good answer. Please sit down. I hope to speak louder next time. "

At this time, I suddenly found that Bingbing smiled, shy and shy, like a blooming mimosa. She finally smiled, which turned out to be beautiful.

The next day, I wrote in her exercise book: Your performance is excellent, and your smile is really beautiful. Please carry forward. At this time, we are used to communicating in exercise books. She wrote to me and I wrote to her. Although sometimes there is only a picture or a sentence or even a symbol, it is very comfortable. However, the change of ice and ice is getting bigger and bigger. Not only did she raise her hand in math class, but also in other subjects, and her smile was increasing.

The glacier finally melted. With graduation imminent, we will cross the campus threshold and go everywhere. Maybe I will never see you again in my life. After all, everything must come to an end. Now the only thing we can do is to exchange commemorative gifts, hoping that a small gift can make our friendship last forever.

I bought 50 beautiful diaries at once, and spent three days after class, carefully writing down my thoughts in each notebook according to each classmate's personality and hobbies. On the first page of my diary for Bing Bing, I wrote:

I knelt at the Buddha's feet devoutly: You have given me so many good classmates, and I am afraid I will not remember them in a few years. Please tell me what to do. Buddha said: Son, you just need to remember the smile of Bingbing. There are fifty sunshine in it.

So every time you smile, it leaves a mark on my heart.

The night before leaving school, the class spontaneously held a special graduation gift party. When the party reached its climax, the Literature and Art Committee announced the start of the gift. In the warm and unrestrained music, I stood up first, sent 50 diaries and 50 blessings to each student, and happily received 50 "thank you".

It's Bing Bing's turn. She stepped onto the platform, bowed deeply to the audience, and then presented souvenirs. She came to my desk, smiled at me, took out a diary and handed it to my deskmate, not mine.

It's a pity that she didn't prepare a present for me. I lay motionless on my desk. She is so careless! But even so, where should I put this face tonight? Just when I was thinking, she came back to me and said sweetly, "Would you please stand up and accept my gift?" I stood up mechanically under her traction. Before I could react, she suddenly gave me a warm hug: "I sincerely wish you a safe life." Buddha said, we will meet again! " Looking up, she was in tears and smiling like a flower.

There was sudden applause in the classroom. After that, the students couldn't help hugging, and the voice of blessing sounded again.

four

Life is like a trip. The journey is accompanied by your feet. Looking back at your footprints, there is a deep impression in my heart that I will never forget in my memory. Because, step by step, it gave me inspiration in life.

That was in the fifth grade. After a math exam, the teacher came into the classroom with a black face and a stack of test papers. We all quieted down at once. "This exam is really bad. There are not many students with 90 points or above in the class, and even the good students in the class have not got the ideal grades. After handing out the papers, they made a mistake! " The class representative took the test paper from the teacher and handed it out. "Isn't it? ! There are not many students with 90 points, and my math scores have been below 95 points, and my grades are even worse ... "I muttered to myself. At this time, a test paper appeared on my desk, and the signature of the test paper was my name. "wow! You're kidding! Your score is more than the top student in the class, 98! " My deskmate picked up my test paper and said. The students around me also picked up my test paper and read it. The examination paper seems to be a rare treasure in their hands. Take turns reading it. "really! Your grades are very good! " "Yes, that's great!" "no! I just made it up, "I said modestly, scratching my scalp. The heart that I just caught finally calmed down. At the beginning of class, the teacher began to talk about the test paper, and our school faced the answers on the blackboard. Huh? Why is this ... different from the answer written by the teacher? It turns out that my answer is wrong. "That should be …" An idea flashed through my mind: the teacher miscalculated my score.

The teacher gave me 10 more points, and my originally calm heart became uneasy again. I began to hide the test paper for fear that others would find it. But just then, my deskmate touched my arm and whispered, "Can I borrow your test paper?" I'm suddenly nervous. What should I do? If she sees that my score on the test paper is wrong, it should be ... I whispered, "The teacher is talking, and it is written on the blackboard. Do you have to look at me? " Alas, can you fool your classmates, your parents, your teacher and yourself? Should I change my score? At this time, there seemed to be two little people around. One said, it's a pity that you read so many books for nothing. You know the reason. If you do, how can you be stupid? Go and change it, or you will regret it. Another person said: If you change your score, you will be deducted 65,438+00 points, which is enough to make you famous in Sun Shan. These two little people were struggling violently. Finally, when the class was over, I made a decision, picked up the test paper with a score of "98" and walked to the office, although when I came out, there was only a bright red 88 on the test paper. But this 88 differentiation has made a touch of sunshine, sprinkled into my heart, and lit up my heart through the dark clouds inside. I passed the exam and learned something more important than my exam results-honesty.

That's enough. Look at my serious answer. Hold it for me (I wrote the last one myself)