Everyone has their own deskmate and different stories that belong to two people. I can only provide you with one material. Make up your own story.

1. Call me when the teacher comes:

2. Write quickly.

Lend me a copy after you read it:

You copy first. Give it to me when you are finished. ;

Lend me your pen;

Let me see (during the exam):

What's your score?

(After handing out the papers). .

5. What class is next?

6. How many minutes before class is over?

7. Don't talk, the teacher is behind. .

8. Pass it to XXX for me:

9. The exam depends on you:

10. Hey. How to write the word XX? ：

1 1. I'm starving ... Have you eaten ...;

12. Do you have transparent adhesive?

13. Let me drink some water ... Don't face your mouth ...;

14. What is your homework at night? ：

15. Don't look ... The teacher is by the window ...;

16. Let me out ~ ~ Let me in ~ ~

17. I'll sleep for a while first. Please let me know when the teacher comes. .

18. What is this dictation?

Write a little bigger later.

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Miss my roommate ...

(We all say so)

I would like to dedicate it to every deskmate in my student life! I want to tell you: I miss the happy times before! I will always remember you! !

Ⅱ composition "My deskmate's story" written by female students, 500 words.

Speaking of deskmate, I can't help seeing that familiar face. I wonder how she is now.

I was really worried for a long time when she was my deskmate. She is so quiet, but I am very outgoing, afraid that she can't stand me. However, we get along surprisingly well.

She is a representative of art class, because she paints well, and because the teacher wants to take the opportunity to exercise her. Perhaps because of studying art, she always exudes a faint artistic atmosphere, which can save me a lot of troubles. She has her "finishing touch" in art class homework, and gets an "A" every time, which makes other students envy to death.

Whether in class or after class, she chooses to be silent, so that her classmates ignore her existence. She is not outstanding and unassuming. If you find a word to describe her, it should be "Xiaojiabiyu"! When the teacher was in class, she lowered her head, but the teacher was "hard on her". She repeatedly asked her to answer, but she stood up, but still lowered her head as if there was gold on the ground. Her voice was soft, a little ethereal and unreal, as if it had been blown away by the wind. Once she couldn't answer, her hands were uncomfortable and she didn't know where to put them. She had to hold her skirt tightly and rub it repeatedly, and two blushes immediately appeared on her face. Her upper teeth bit her lower lip, which suddenly turned red. Her eyes glanced up and saw her face embarrassed, so the teacher had to give up.

I admire her very much. No matter how she uses it, she always gives people unexpected feelings, including going to the cafeteria to grab food. It was a rude thing, but she did it perfectly.

Time is running out, and class will be over in two minutes. The students are very energetic. This whole bag, that one took the meal card, and someone tied his shoelaces. The students filed out when the bell rang. People crowded into the canteen. I was puzzled and asked, "Why don't you go? I can't eat it for a while. " "This can't be robbed." She smiled and picked up two books and dragged me to the canteen. Almost everyone in the canteen is crowded in that place to buy food. There are only a few people at the dinner table, and there are people squeezing in at the door. She tossed her black ponytail and backhand, and with a bang, two books fell on the dining table one after another. She turned into the crowd again, and after a while, she brought out two pots of vegetables. Then, she handed it to me, gracefully put away the books on the dining table and began to eat. It was so easy that a smile flashed across her mouth. Other students are still annoyed that they can't grab the position!

My deskmate always leaves me with too many memories, good or bad. With memories, my previous primary school life was very full, very full, not just a body. Sincerely wish our deskmate and your deskmate.

Ⅲ Sixth grade composition "My deskmate's story is about 450 words"

The story of me and my deskmate

Growing up, I have had many deskmates, one of which I can't forget. He is a good classmate of Xiao Li. He studies well, is honest and ready to help others.

There is a mid-term exam. I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks when I found that I didn't bring my eraser. Seeing that I didn't bring my eraser, Xiao Li opened the pencil box, took out a brand-new unopened eraser and said, "Here you are." I said shyly, "This is an eraser that you can't bear to use. How should I use it? " "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just use it first." I blushed, lowered my head, scratched my scalp and said, "Thank you ... thank you ... I ... tried to tie ... just ... give it back to you." It's time for the "Ding" exam. The two of us walked into the examination room and started the exam. During the exam, I concentrated on doing the problem. At this moment, I suddenly found my eraser under the chair. I quickly picked it up and used an old eraser, but after the exam. I suddenly found that the eraser that Xiao Li borrowed from me was missing. I suddenly lost my mind. You know this eraser was brought back by Xiao Li's father when he was on a business trip. He has been reluctant to use it himself. what can I do? Where can I get such an eraser and return it to him? Xiao Li looked around at me and asked me what was going on, so he had to tell him the truth. Who knows, he didn't get angry after listening to it, and comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just an eraser." Dad will buy it next time. " After listening to his words, I was so moved that I didn't know what to say.

Having a deskmate like Xiao Li inspired me, and I became an open-minded person.

Ⅳ Write a composition at the same table (the story happened at the same table)

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You must be familiar with the word "deskmate" because you see him every day. Of course, there will be many countless stories between deskmates, some of which are like a cup of fresh water, and they laugh it off; Some are like black tea with ice, with a long aftertaste. In short, the stories at the same table are varied, with joys and sorrows. Xiaohe Composition Network zww.cn

My deskmate is a thin boy. I can see at a glance how anorexic he is, just like a person suffering from famine in a certain area. He likes playing games and singing.

Well, with the arrival of the self-study class, he began to show off his voice again: "I held a meteor crescent knife and shouted the slogan of the moon." Who is in front of you, please sign up, don't run if you can ... ""Wow! Oh, my god Wow! Earth! Others sing for money, and he sings for life! " I really want to wake him up and see if he has a fever. But no matter how I called him, he kept singing, intoxicated in the song, wandering in the song, no matter who howled, he still refused to stop.

Everyone loses his temper sometimes. When I was about to snatch his Chinese book, his singing stopped abruptly and growled at me, "Do you know that it is extremely impolite to disturb others?" You have to understand this! " I replied angrily, "but you have made it impossible for your neighbors to learn." Do you understand? " He is unreasonable, and his mouth is still "bah". Not to be outdone, I continued to fight: "You know how much it cost me to stop you!" " "We quarreled endlessly, and no one would give in. He is not a gentleman and doesn't know how to be polite. Finally, we thought of a fair solution, so we formulated the "Five Chapters of the Constitution", which read as follows:

The five chapters of the Covenant

Party A: Sue

Party B: Yao Siyu.

When Party A and Party B sit at the same table, they must abide by the following treaties:

1. Party B shall not throw garbage into Party A's garbage bag.

2. Party A shall not steal Party B's answers when doing the questions.

If the other party is in trouble, they must help.

4. Party A and Party B shall not cross the line.

5. Party A shall not borrow any stationery from Party B. ..

X year x month x day

The agreement calmed the storm. Although we stopped arguing, we were unforgivable with each other. It's hard to say that you don't forgive if you don't look up. For example, the teacher asked the deskmate to exchange questions, and we couldn't be speechless ... Hey, agreement! You are a tool to calm the storm, and you let the story of your deskmate continue. ...

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Tomorrow, will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Tomorrow, will you remember you who used to cry the most?

A campus song casts a hazy veil over the "deskmate" on campus, which makes people have unlimited leisure. Pour out the sentence, simple and beautiful melody, so that the original ordinary paragraph get along, a bit more ambiguous, a bit sweet, become a beautiful memory.

Recently, some media launched a survey on "deskmate" based on this song. One question is: "Do you remember this lyric? Do you still remember your deskmate? "

Yes, "Do you remember your deskmate?" In a word, it really reminds me of my student life. Those memories that have long gone away are floating in front of us. It's a pity that our generation is unlucky, and our deskmates don't seem to have the romantic mood described in the song. Although it is a bit boring to recall, it is also engraved with the imprint of an era. Let your thoughts drift with the wind for a while.

From elementary school to university, I have lived in school for more than ten years, and I can't remember how many deskmates I had. Among them, there were men and women, most of whom passed by and left a deep impression.

When I was at the same table in primary school, there was no speculation, and there were no more stories except some naughty children's pranks. That year, one of my high school classmates traveled far away. I saw her off at the station and happened to meet someone who was traveling with her. It was only during the conversation that I learned that I had been with my primary school classmates. To tell the truth, I can't remember her name, but she gave me a look, and she tactfully set out my primary school experience, thus determining the relationship between classmates. We were in a hurry and didn't have time to catch up with each other. Afterwards, my high school classmate wrote to mention this primary school classmate, saying that this classmate once sat at my desk and heard some stories from my primary school. My deskmate said that I was a little naughty and overbearing when I was a child. Once I drew a chalk line on the table, and my deskmate's arm was not allowed to cross the line. I don't remember such a thing, but it seems that it happened after she mentioned it. And I remember that many students were so naughty at that time, and there was no more meaning.

After entering middle school, "just classmates and teenagers, in the prime of life", people's growth may not necessarily sprout occasionally in their hearts, but there are not many ambiguous things happening at the same table. Maybe it's because my deskmate is too close, and I have contact every day, but I don't have more reverie. What's more, at that time, there were a group of people in the class, and the teacher always arranged for two students who had studied well to sit together. It is conceivable that this kind of helping relationship can spark.

It should be that college students are prone to sparks and emotions. However, as the first batch of college students who resumed the college entrance examination after the Cultural Revolution, our senior students had already got married when they went to college. Every day, I walk into the classroom with the smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, listen to the teacher's lectures, and go home full of math and physics texts to deal with my parents, wife and children, so I have no leisure. A lifetime of youth has already been exhausted in more than ten years of turmoil. The wasted time makes us more pragmatic and has long lost the romantic interest in the song. It is said that today's college students have been in pairs before they leave school, and even rent a house and live together outside the school. This was unimaginable before the 1980s.

There are only five girls in my college class. And I am lucky to be at the same table with one of them. To tell the truth, she is still the best among the five golden flowers. However, a round of age difference, let me see that she always thinks of her niece slightly older than her. It was the ten years of the Cultural Revolution that messed up the school, otherwise how could it become a deskmate?

Last year was the 30th anniversary of the graduation of the class of 77. Students met at their alma mater, from all over the world, and I met my deskmate at the university. The naive girl of that year has now grown into an elegant young woman. "Who rolled up your long hair and made your wedding dress?" I haven't seen you for years. I want to be humorous. I blurted out the lyrics of the song at the beginning of this article. Hearing this, she just said, "High handwriting." I immediately withdrew my humor and replied, "Yes". It can be seen that even with exaggerated techniques, it is difficult to dig out deductive scenes from our deskmates in those days. The deskmate, for us, is just a passing experience several years ago due to specific historical origins.

Anyway, that song is so beautiful that I envy the young students now, even a little jealous.

Ⅳ The composition My deskmate tells the story of the "38th parallel" at my deskmate.

I'll tell you later.

ⅵ My deskmate's story 1000 word composition, grade three composition, thank you!

I was very happy at first, but this time I changed my deskmate and it was a woman, which made me very unhappy. Not long after we sat at the same table, there were several big wars. Well, let's take that one.

That day, I was listening to a class. Suddenly, a paper ball flew out and landed on my deskmate Hou Yuting's desk. At first, she didn't respond. Later, when she was holding a pencil case, she saw something flying. Her sixth sense told her that I did it, so she patted me with her hand. I was surprised at first, then looked at him and said softly, "Idiot!" "But she still heard this, and I suddenly felt something was wrong. If it is true, she said to me, "See you on the battlefield after class, little guy. "

Soon, the "Ding" bell rang and a war broke out in an instant. She shouted first: "Idiot, you don't admit it when you throw a paper ball." Not to be outdone, I said, "I didn't throw it!" " She was furious: "I hate dishonest people!" " "She pushed me like a tigress. "Stop pretending, you did it." The anger in my heart was burned: "I didn't throw it, someone else threw it." Don't turn your face and deny people! " "See her to refute, I had a brainwave, learned a pig, made her laugh and gasp, the war to calm down.

What about now? Oh! We're back together.

If my primary school time is an unforgettable song, then the story of my deskmate and I is the jumping notes in the song ... it looks and sounds different.

ⅶ Help your deskmate write love stories.

My deskmate and I copied the story.

It happened in the fourth grade, and I still can't forget it. Because of that incident, my deskmate and I had a misunderstanding.

It was a Friday afternoon, and there were two composition classes that afternoon. My deskmate and I are ok, but she is very angry because I took her ruler. That afternoon, we handed out a lot of homework, because the table was messy, so we didn't find anything we took away. When I went home to do my homework, I found that one of my homework was missing. I didn't call my teacher because I didn't know his phone number.

When I went to school on Monday morning, my deskmate put my homework on my desk. I was very angry after reading it. Because every time she brought my homework home, she would tell me, and then let me go to her house to get it, but this time she didn't tell me. I thought she would say sorry to me, but she didn't. I was desperate to quarrel with her until the teacher came.

When the teacher checked my homework, he asked me why I didn't write it. I said I was taken home by my deskmate, and then the teacher criticized me. My anger at my deskmate has escalated. After class, I wanted to talk to her, but she came to me and said she was sorry. From then on, we went back to the past and made up again.

ⅷ The story composition of my deskmate and I is 400 words. Please don't copy it.

Stories between my deskmate and me are endless, and they happen from time to time.

No, last Wednesday, my deskmate XX and I had a conflict because of a little thing, and finally escalated to "war". I still remember that scene clearly.

I accidentally dropped her pencil box that day. She said to me in a commanding tone:

"Smelly boy, pick up my pencil case quickly!"

"Oh," I reluctantly picked up her pencil box, "I am the youngest in the class, because I am especially loved by teachers!"

"What did you say? Wait for me after class! "

After class, she used the "god-grasping method" on me again, grabbing hands and claws on me like a storm, and I suddenly fell to the ground with itching. This "grasping god solution" was taught to her by my former deskmate Ru Linhan. When changing seats, Rulinhan was afraid that she couldn't cure me, so she taught her "unique skills".

Class again, and I also used my unique skill-dull shaking. To put it bluntly, sitting on the bench has been shaking, and his mouth still makes a "dull-dull" sound. Don't underestimate this "spell", its hate index is 100%, which is enough to let the opponent wait for death.

Sure enough, she couldn't stand it and surrendered. I finally subdued her. "Ha ha, small kind! You are too young to fight for me! "

My deskmate and I have many interesting stories. Just telling a few stories can make you laugh. My deskmate and I "fought" many times, and the outcome was half and half, and the war continued to burn.

In short, my deskmate and I have many stories and a lot of happiness! It is these "many" that make us grow up healthily and happily, compare, learn, catch up, help and surpass.