What do you mean boys do it?

That is to say, you are a fake and love to pretend. Anyway, he doesn't like some of your words and deeds. In fact, everyone has their own side, so why care about others.

There is a classmate in our class.

Boys.

I really envy him.

Because I am plain.

But? This boy is different! In my world, he is already my male god! Very handsome.

I don't know what others think.

That's right. I think he is very handsome.

I think of him every time I watch TV series.

Huh? You ask me why? No. Why?

Because he has a handsome face! I don't think the star is as handsome as him.

In my little world, my former idol has always been * * * (the name of a star) because of his appetite for me, but? Since I met him, I feel that everyone else is just a cloud! Look at him. Let's talk about his appearance first.

How's it going? Do you feel good, too? If you don't feel good! I think you just have bad taste! You are hopeless! Ha ha! Let's stop here. I'll let you know if he has any news next time! Look at you first! Hey hey hey! He has news again! Forget it, I'll interview him first! What do you think, classmate? ......

I am a big boy. I am a (happy) boy. Happiness is what people yearn for, and it can make people happy.

My parents' greatest wish is to let me live a healthy and happy life.

I am very happy every day, so my screen name is "Sunshine Boy".

I love my warm family and I am very happy.

My parents love each other and love me very much.

I have both good maternal love and strict fatherly love. I live in the arms of love, and I am very happy! I love reading, and I am very happy.

This book leads me to wander in the world of fairy tales, the long river of history, the ocean of knowledge and the kingdom of poetry.

Reading some books in the intense study can make me relax and happy.

I often share joys and sorrows with the protagonist in the book, share the same breath, share the same fate, as if it were on the verge of exploding.

I read a lot, and I am very happy! I like playing table tennis. I am very happy.

I fight with my friends, and the long ball, forehand ball, backhand ball, topspin ball and backspin ball are intertwined and unpredictable. We are all full of energy and sweating, which is really enjoyable! Sometimes doubles matches are fun! Hee hee hee, hahaha, laughing constantly, often playing and eating.

Table tennis can also exercise your eyes and protect your eyesight. Many students in our class wear glasses, but my eyesight is still 1.5. My classmates all say that I am "clairvoyant".

Playing table tennis has benefited me a lot. I am very happy! I love my best friend, and I am very happy.

We often play together and talk about everything. If you have any sad things, you can talk together, comfort each other, exchange learning experiences and discuss difficult problems. If a person is in trouble, we can help him in all aspects, even if he goes up the mountain and down the sea of fire, we will never hesitate.

I live and study with my best friend, and I am very happy! I like playing computer, and I am very happy.

The computer allows me to look up information, watch movies, chat with my classmates online, listen to songs and so on. It has "eighteen martial arts".

I can get the latest news from all over the world at home. I am very happy to have such a "good friend" to accompany me all my life! How's it going? I'm so happy. Happiness walks with me. I am a happy "sunshine boy". Do you want to make friends with me? May everyone in the world have a pair of eyes looking for happiness, find happiness and walk with it.

The 600-word compositions of boys in our class are all about boys in our class, which are really "various".

Simply varied, don't believe it; Let me tell you something! First, boys who love to be cool.

"Playing cool" is the "housekeeping skill" of boys in our class.

Boys like to pose in front of girls. Look, he's coming towards us! Put your left hand in the bag, swing your right hand, put your feet in tandem, look at both sides, and whistle in your mouth.

Hmm! There are still three points, but you want to get our attention, hum! We girls are not rare! Second, boys who love to bully girls.

Hey! What the hell is this? I tell you, this is the most ruthless trick for boys, but there are several ways to bully girls.

(1) I like to scare girls with bugs; The girls in my class are very timid (including me), especially afraid of bugs.

So boys like to catch bugs to scare girls.

(2) like to kick girls with their feet; If boys are in a "good mood" one day, they will treat us girls as "dolls", kicking here or there. We girls are often cornered and have to hide in the safest place-the ladies' room.

But it works. Boys are always at a loss.

Third, versatile boys.

Although all boys are naughty, there are some boys who study well, such as some good players in math and composition. Of course, there are other aspects, such as calligraphy, painting, singing ... boys in our class are indispensable.

Fourth, boys who love to play.

Love to play: it is the nature of boys in our class.

Play in class, play after class, and even walk. As long as it is fresh, never let it go.

Although, sometimes playing too much will be criticized by the teacher, but the boys don't care, who told them to love to play? Noisy: In my eyes, all the boys in the class don't grow up because they are noisy like three-year-olds! Especially homework, as long as there is more, boys will start a "student uprising."

As a result, the teacher gave an order: "Add one more thing and copy the text five times!" " "Sometimes even our female classmates are' planted'.

It's hard for us! Look, are all the boys in my class "all kinds"? Have a chance to have a taste! ...

The coolest boy composition 700 words That boy, whom I know, is not tall, with thick black hair, a pair of clever eyes under curved eyebrows and a clever mouth. When you meet an acquaintance, you will say hello. My uncle is long and my aunt is short, just like rubbing honey.

He is lively and active.

Basketball, badminton, table tennis ... he likes them all. When he meets sports he is interested in, such as skateboarding and skating ... although he can't, he is not discouraged. He practiced and pondered repeatedly by himself, and finally mastered the skill.

You see, he is so skillful and chic in skateboarding now, and he plays cool from time to time, which makes other children envy him.

Although he is full of vigor when he talks about playing, he becomes as listless as a balloon when his mother talks about studying. Either he made a mistake in math or he made a mistake in Chinese. He was so angry that he pointed to his forehead and said, "Why don't you focus on your study?" Although I am often beaten and scolded, I still have a good attitude and never give myself pressure.

I remember one time, he scored 98 points in mathematics for the first time, and he came back happily to announce that he had won the third place in the class.

The family doesn't believe it. When asked about the reason, he proudly explained: "100 is the first, 99 is the second, and I got 98 points." Nature is the third place.

"The family listened, looked at each other, but shook their heads and sighed.

He sometimes does stupid things that make people laugh and cry.

In art class, he cut several gaps in his hair with scissors and burned the washing machine with a lighter ... The funniest thing is that once he had a whim to shave his eyebrows with his father's razor and drew himself two "eyebrows" thicker and darker than Zhang Fei's with a marker.

As a result, I paid a painful price-I was almost wiped clean by my mother's toothbrush.

The boy is naughty and careless in his studies, but I believe that as long as he is willing to work hard, he will become a shining star in the morning sky like his name. Let's wait and see!

My deskmate (boy) started his composition by talking about my deskmate. His name is Xu xx, and the last two words are kept secret to protect privacy, because he is very serious about this. If he knows that I leaked his name, he may come to you angrily.

The first time we sat at the same table was in the fifth grade. At that time, the teacher's transfer had not caused much sensation-although he was already "notorious", the king of fighting in the class, the famous naughty boy and the madman who played pranks.

But I didn't expect to be bullied by him, because I still have great confidence in myself-the famous monitor has a strong nickname, teacher extinction.

So I looked at him with a straight face and sat down beside me, thinking, as long as you leave me alone, I won't destroy you.

As a result, three minutes later, I found that his face was thicker than mine. Without a notebook, he turned around, made the same gesture and gave me a piece of paper.

I threw the paper to him coldly and rudely, and then he ignored me unscrupulously and took my eraser "I didn't bring it, let me use it" and took it directly.

This plot is no stranger, but I took the initiative when it happened, and those unlucky little deskmates were passive. Now I am replaced by my generous and supportive deskmate, and I still feel a little uncomfortable.

I gave it a cold look.

Therefore, in the future, our relationship will be "what is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours". Things on the table are taken away by another owner without the owner's permission. This is called complementarity.

This is enough to show how thick-skinned we are.

Gradually, I found a very annoying thing. This man has a high IQ.

This annoys me, because I really don't want to have a smart deskmate, or his sense of superiority will crush me.

But having a high IQ deskmate has advantages. When writing homework, complicated calculation problems are basically not counted. Anyway, I have a calculator with me, and the accuracy is much higher than mine. It can be said that being a deskmate with him has improved my two abilities, one is force (we practice martial arts every day) and the other is eyesight, and the answer is swept away in a second.

I am also glad to find that although he has a high IQ, my grades are always several places higher than his, which he is unwilling to admit, which makes me find great satisfaction.

His face is delicate, a girl is delicate, her skin is white and her eyebrows are thin. The teacher used to call him xu teacher, of course, because he likes to make trouble, shh and gossip.

But when he uses violence, the title has nothing to do with him.

We have been sitting at the same table for two years, and naturally we have formed a kind of "rule" or "rule", the so-called "hidden rule". The content here is nothing more than an appointment to answer a question after finishing homework, covering up each other when looking up ancient poems, and helping whoever is wrong lie, which is not a good thing.

We quarrel every day, and it's normal to sit at the same table, what's more, we are all sharp-edged-"You ... peek at my answer and despise you!" ""despise you! " "despise you!" "despise you!" "Looking down at you!" "Discrimination against you!" "Ignore you! "... I miss those days.

I like boys' compositions. I like quiet boys.

A boy only does good deeds seriously when he is quiet. What can a boy do if he can't be quiet for a moment and is always alive and kicking?

Quiet boys are like a lake, giving people a sense of peace.

I like boys who are helpful.

Helpfulness is a traditional virtue. Isn't Lei Feng willing to help talents spread to this day and be loved by people, thus becoming an example for people? Otherwise, how could his sandy appearance be discovered? But his sandy appearance is wrapped in golden' gold'.

So we live in everyone's heart.

Only when a boy is ready to help others will he be loved by others. If he is stingy and selfish, who will want to live with him? I like strong boys.

Being strong does not mean being tall, but having a healthy body.

A boy must look energetic, but not always sick.

If a boy is born in poor health, then strengthen physical exercise to make himself strong.

A boy should be energetic and not shy like a girl.

Boys like that should not be very likable.

I like polite boys.

Being gentle is the same as describing a handsome guy.

However, how many boys are polite now? It should be rare. It's rare. Now most boys swear with their mouths open. If they accidentally contradict that sentence, they will immediately become vicious, just like crazy wild boar, unreasonable.

Although no one said it, they had already crossed it in their hearts.

They are still gloating and walking around like ducks.

Therefore, rudeness is very bad for a boy. A boy must be polite and respect others in order to get extra points in others' hearts.

I like boys who love to laugh.

If a boy loves to laugh, then his heart must be very kind.

It's easy to laugh, but it's not easy to laugh often. It was a deep smile. This is a ray of sunshine in spring, which makes people feel warm.

If a boy keeps a straight face all day, he must feel lifeless and cold like a stone.

People will alienate him. What good is that? Boys who love to laugh are happy.

I like boys who can cook.

There is a saying that men should constantly strive for self-improvement People who can cook don't have to cover their stomachs and wait for others to cook. They can do whatever they want. How happy they are.

The kitchen is not only for girls, but also for boys to learn to be careful and patient in the kitchen.

Cooking is a boon to boys.

Learning to cook can impress others.

I like boys who are filial to their parents.

As the saying goes,' filial piety comes first', and our parents raised us with hardships. As children, shouldn't we repay our parents? If we only know how to take and don't know how to give back, will someone be nice to us? Can your own conscience stand it? Crows have the meaning of feeding back' and' sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing', then people should be more filial to their parents.

A person who learns to be grateful and can be filial to his parents is a good person.

I like boys who dress neatly and modestly.

Of course, a person can't be perfect, and he has some shortcomings more or less, but at least the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Everyone has his own advantages, just like flowers in the garden, each with its own characteristics.

Naturally, it is normal that your idea is different from mine.

Grade three: Chen Xiaohan.

The composition of the boys in our class is in the class, and the classmate I admire most is Zhou.

He not only studies well, but also keeps his word and helps his classmates enthusiastically.

I remember last Wednesday, the math teacher finished correcting the test paper and was handing it out to the students.

I heard the teacher say, "Week, 100.

The whole class uttered an exclamation: "Wow! "On this day, his grandfather just died.

This is the last piece of paper 100 for his grandfather. Because they are left-behind children, grandpa has always taken care of them. In order to repay his grandfather's love, he has been studying hard, and he gets high marks in every exam to reward him. It was his contented smile that inspired him to keep getting good grades.

The teacher said, "Zhou, your grandfather didn't hurt you in vain."

"Hearing the teacher's words, he cried. He said he would never have a grandfather again, but he said he would never give up studying hard and never live up to all his expectations.

Under the guidance of grandpa, Zhou is particularly enthusiastic and likes to help his classmates. No one will meet him in his studies. As long as he is found, he will always explain to his classmates like a teacher until they understand. Like some students, he never asked who borrowed books or something, either lost them or didn't bring them back to others. He always said that he would hand over what he borrowed from others in a few minutes, and keeping his word would win the favor of his classmates.

He is the person who can be described by this sentence.

He is what I admire about him.

Because he has these two qualities, the person I admire most is Zhou.

I am a good boy who tore off the last calendar of 20xx and opened a brand-new calendar. I have entered 20xx.

On the first day of the new year, I opened the cupboard and took out piles of treasured photo albums, recalling the good times of the past with relish, as if opening a vase of memories, and the bits and pieces of the past poured out like spring water.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Isn't this a photo taken at the Science and Technology Museum in the second grade? The building behind me is tall and bright, surrounded by flowers and colorful flags.

Looking at the photos, my thoughts returned to that happy time.

I remember it was a breezy and sunny weekend.

I visited the Science and Technology Museum with my parents. I rushed into the exhibition hall as soon as I got off the bus. The exhibits here are very strange and dazzling.

I have been to a painting before. This is a girl's head, which is very common. Why is it on display here? I looked back at my father puzzled. Father just smiled mysteriously, but didn't speak.

I looked around and even ran behind the easel, but I still couldn't see why.

Boy, the more mysterious I am, the more I want to know the mystery. When I turned my eyes to my father for help again, he deliberately put on a serious look and said, "This painting is unfathomable. It's not surprising that you are so ordinary that you can't see Toya.

"I defy spirit, staring blankly at the painting. Suddenly, the girl in the picture turned into an old woman. How wonderful! But why is this? Dad had already seen through my mind and said, "This is a black-and-white painting, which gives people an illusion by using different visual reactions to color shades.

"I know, thoughtful nodded.

Then, we visited many exhibits: snake-shaped robots, which can advance and retreat freely and recognize sounds; An electronic organ that can play music with light; I was dazzled by demonstrating the principle of static electricity.

However, what excites me more is the project I can experience personally: hitting hard in front of the arm dynamometer; Feel the taste of the earth shaking in the earthquake room; Enjoy the dizziness in the space chair.

Soon, it was time to go home, and I reluctantly walked out of the exhibition hall. At this time, my father picked up the camera, pressed the shutter and took this photo of me standing in front of the science and technology museum.

Leave a permanent souvenir for our visit.

How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I have been a student of grade X. Until now, whenever I see this photo, those memories are vivid, as if it were yesterday.

Recalling the past, my heart is full of warmth and happiness, which can be modified.

My deskmate is a boy who writes 600 words, wearing a pair of blue glasses with more than 200 degrees, a pair of small eyes like grapes, and a pair of cool high heels that sneak around. Anyone who has seen my deskmate Niu Tianyu will be deeply impressed by these three points.

Speaking of my deskmate, it's really interesting.

Because he is not only surnamed Niu, but also has a bad temper. His composition is also called Niu! Just like his surname, Niu Tianyu has the same temper as a cow.

If you accidentally piss him off, you will be in big trouble.

Because of his stubbornness, even eight elephants can't stop him.

I still remember doing eye exercises that time, because someone in their second group spoke, so I deducted 1 point in this group.

This time, Niu Tianyu was unconvinced.

"I didn't speak again. Why do you deduct points?

"Say that finish, threw my book to the ground.

Niu Tianyu's stubbornness is really a headache. You may not believe it.

What's even more surprising is that this deskmate with a cow's general personality actually wrote a composition that is actually very cow.

In class, Niu Tianyu's composition is always read by the teacher as a model essay in class and often published in composition magazines.

Every good word and sentence he uses is always just right, and his idea of selecting materials is always so unique and refreshing.

Of all his articles, my chameleon impressed me the most.

He made full use of contrast in his composition, and vividly portrayed the image of his mother "chameleon" by cleverly intercepting the story that her mother changed her face three times a day.

In the article, his rhetoric is just right, such as "mother's teeth rattle and her eyes sparkle with uncontrollable anger, like an angry lion", which vividly compares her mother's anger; His dialogue is humorous, such as "'you! You ah! "You are so promising!" I defended myself by saying,' I even published a composition!' There is also a composition, which is another matter. Don't touch the computer this week! ' "。

I couldn't help laughing when I looked at it.

These are all worth learning.

Wow, I really hope you can change your stubbornness and write your composition better and better.

In that case, you will really become a "great man" in our class.

The troubles of boys Everyone's growth path is not only full of sunshine, but also contains some troubles in the "sunshine".

We are constantly growing, but the troubles of growth also follow.

It makes people unhappy all day.

"You child, I care about you!" "What, you said I don't need to care, I don't care about you, who cares about you ..." "Stop, you are so rude now, and you say I'm bored ..." Early in the morning, my mother talked from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then from the bathroom to the bedroom.

One word "annoying"! Oh, my God! When will my mother stop nagging? I hope I can grow up early and get out of the misery.

Mom always doesn't understand me and talks about it all day long.

Sometimes, I think: the outside world is really beautiful. When can I fly out of the cage and into the blue sky?

Sometimes when I see one or two birds flying by, I always look at them with envy.

If I fail the exam, I'm finished. My father must have hit me, and my mother is going to nag again.

Mother said, "When will you do better in the exam? I told you not to play computer! Don't listen! And said I was bored! And now! What a poor exam! How dare you come back.

At this time, my father chimed in and said, "study hard!" " We worked hard to make money, all for you.

"Then they scolded me more and more, and my dad began to beat me, pitying my weak body for being beaten by this heartless bamboo pole.

My face was full of tears, but my parents turned a blind eye and continued to beat me with ruthless bamboo sticks.

After that, although I feel very uncomfortable, I still have to pretend to understand and keep saying, "Yes, you played right, but I didn't work hard, I failed you ..." Dad, mom, when will you understand my troubles? Violence can't solve all problems, however, annoying nagging is unacceptable.

Playing will only increase my study pressure, and nagging will only increase my psychological troubles.

In the process of my growth, "sunshine" also lost its luster and warmth because of troubles.

Who can understand a boy's troubles? .

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