Diary with friends, 500 words, 20 1X month, x day, week, x sunny.
Once, when I was in primary school, I had a very good friend. At that time, after the third grade was divided into classes, she transferred here. At that time, she smelled bad, so I didn't dare to touch her at first, and I didn't want to play with her until a few weeks later.
From grade three to grade six, we have been inseparable friends. After class, we will do our homework together. Chat: When physical education class has a rest, we will share the fruits brought from home. Snacks, even if there is an occasional dispute, will be reconciled the next day.
When I contacted her at that time, I learned that she was from Gansu and had two sisters. Her father works here, and I forgot what to do. Anyway, I just want to play with her. I was a primary school student at that time, and I just wanted to play.
Once, for some reason, one morning, none of us talked to anyone, and another girl coaxed us. Hehe, we played together again in the afternoon.
In the fifth grade, we sat at the same table, so it was more convenient to discuss problems. In that Chinese class, the teacher looked at the students' lifeless appearance and gave an order that whoever failed to answer would be punished. She took my hand at once, and I took her with the other hand and whispered, What are you afraid of? I'll tell you if I can't answer, huh? She smiled and nodded.
When I was graduating from the sixth grade, I was reluctant to part with her and wanted to contact her during the holiday, but I was so stupid that I forgot to ask her phone number. Later, when graduation photo was photographed, I stood with her; After taking a big photo of the graduation certificate, we exchanged photos.
On holidays, I often dream of playing with her and going to summer camp with her. However, it was a mudslide in Zhouqu, Gansu, and I almost cried. Why didn't I ask her where she was in Gansu Province? I'm still worried about whether she is from Gansu or not, and I'm still imagining where I will meet her when I grow up. Will she still be a little girl at that time?
Diary with friends 500 words 2 20 1X month x day week x sunny.
When I mention my friend, I think of him: tall, white skin, round face, two thick crescent-shaped eyebrows, and a pair of naughty big eyes under them. He has a pair of surprisingly big ears, which can be compared with Liu Bei, a master of Shu in the Three Kingdoms period. He is my good friend? Zhang Haoran.
Zhang Haoran is a helpful person. As long as there is one classmate in the class who is in trouble, he is the one who stands out at the first time. Take the English exam not long ago for example! The teacher asked each of us to answer the questions in black ink. I was startled when I opened the pencil box. Oh, no. I forgot my black pen. My heart? Hit someone? Look for it in a hurry. However, I searched the whole schoolbag and found no trace of fountain pen. What should I do? At this time, I was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and tears kept spinning in my eyes. But I'm too timid to mention it to the teacher. Just then, Zhang Haoran sitting next to me saw me like this and asked in a low voice. Wang Tiancheng, what's wrong with you? I forgot my black pen! ? I said gloomily. ? You can use mine. I happened to have two pens with me. ? Zhang Haoran whispered. As he spoke, he quickly opened the pencil box and chose one of the two pens with newer colors and sent it to me. I quickly cast a grateful look at him. After class, I quickly thanked him. He held my hand and said sincerely: You're welcome. As friends, we should help each other. Everyone will encounter difficulties in life. Helping others is also helping yourself, isn't it? As soon as the voice fell, there was warm applause around, and the students all cast a favorable look at Xiao Zhang.
Friends are like candles, which give you light in the dark and escort you to a distant ship. Everyone needs friends in life, and I'm glad to have such a good friend as Zhang Haoran.
Diary with friends 500 words 3 20 1X month x day week x sunny.
I like making friends, making good friends instead of bad friends, so I made a good friend that made me laugh and cry.
He is an active member of the class. Every time something goes wrong in class, he is always miserable and criticized. I don't blame others, only myself. What can we do? For example, once by our dear math teacher? Mention? On the blackboard? Board of directors? Thinking about it passed, because it was the last class and it was a Friday, and my dear friend couldn't help but get active again, as if he had ADHD, shaking his body from time to time and muttering a few words. The teacher was very angry and invited him to the podium. He is about 1.6 meters tall, with a pair of small glasses on his nose, and his eyes are wide open for fear that others will not see him. In our opinion, he may be a cheeky person and won't listen to what others say. Only the teacher's stick can frighten him. I'm really fearless. I'm afraid of the teacher's bamboo stick But he is careless at ordinary times and sometimes taciturn, but the probability is very small.
Sometimes he is really annoying. For example, he is more active in political class and always disturbs classroom discipline. He scratched his head when the teacher asked him to write. When he angered the teacher, he immediately shut up. Before the teacher could tell the answer to a question, he began to speak again. He couldn't help asking: teacher, choose A or B, oh, choose A, oh, right. Listen to me. That's right! I keep saying that. He is really not idle!
He also has a well-known thing: delicious! Claiming to be in our class? Big stomach king? .
There are so many events. For example, there are generally fried steamed buns in our school cafeteria. He is always the first to rush out after class, shouting slogans that make the whole class laugh and cry! Another example is that a classmate in the class didn't come and ate a box of leftovers. He didn't wait for the teacher to say it was all covered. When he can't eat so much, the teacher sometimes gives him half a box lunch. That's nothing. At that time, there was not enough rice in our class at noon, so he brought the steamed bread. At that time, he had already finished eating one. Without saying anything, he grabbed three steamed buns, two in his hand and one in his mouth. Oh, just like that! This is a perfect analogy with a hungry wolf pouncing on food.
His? Big stomach king? Another origin of the topic is that he always shouts:? Teacher, I'm hungry. I'm starving. Teacher, I didn't eat this morning. ? Whenever he sees a classmate holding chocolate, he will think hard about how to eat it. If the teacher knows that he is hungry, he will give him some bread or biscuits to eat. Right? Big stomach king? The title is really worthy of the name!
This friend, with many characteristics, is a lovely and naive person.
After reading the 500-word diary I played with my friends, I still read:
1. About writing a friend's diary 500 words
2. My friends bring me happy diary compositions.
3. Play badminton with friends for 500 words.