My classmate Xu Ruojing is the "librarian" in the class. She seems to be a different person since the teacher gave her this task. She no longer laughs with us, but carefully "takes care" of the corner of the book every day. She is a capable little manager.

I remember one day, many students in the class didn't bring extra-curricular books, which caused a "book shortage" and borrowed them from her one after another. My good friend Huang Xi found Bidai Syulan from a beloved book and said, "Bidai Syulan, I want to borrow this book." Without further ado, Bidai Syulan took out the register and meticulously wrote: Huang Xi borrows stories from the society. After Huang Xi and Xu Ruojing registered, they looked at the book with great joy.

Xu Ruojing was about to go out to play when Wang ran over and said that he wanted to borrow a copy of Youth Literature and Art. Xu Rejing didn't feel bored, but smiled at her, picked up a book and a pen and carefully registered. Several playmates saw Bidai Syulan outside the classroom for a long time. They ran back and shouted, "Hey! Bidai Syulan, don't register, do we still play? " "That is, only a little time after class. Do you still want to play? " When the king saw them, you complained word by word and said, "Forget it! Forget it! Xu Ruojing, you go and play first, and I'll borrow it next time. " Xu Rejing gave a hand and said, "Nothing, nothing, don't listen to them. If everyone thinks so, isn't my administrator useless? " And the teacher asked me to be her little assistant. I'm so happy! "Say that finish, and hard to record. After writing, she was about to leave when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the book in the corner. She quickly stepped forward, put the book in order and made sure everything was all right before leaving safely.

In the corridor, everyone is playing the game of "one, two, three, biscuits" happily. Before playing for a few minutes, Yao came over, holding a copy of "The Names of a Hundred Families" and jokingly said, "Little librarian, I want to donate books." Bidai Syulan readily replied: "Good!" Talking and laughing, laughing and revealing two small dimples on the corners of the mouth, really cute!

She walked quickly into the classroom regardless of everyone sighing behind her back. Through the glass window, I saw her remembering something seriously. A closer look reveals that her notebook has been written on three sides. Juanxiu's handwriting makes people see clearly. "How cool!" I admire it secretly. Ding is having a class. As I sat in my seat, I saw her meticulous expression and another side of her.

Although Bidai Syulan usually plays and fights with us, it's nothing serious. But the task given to her by the teacher, she can almost complete it perfectly. This is difficult for ordinary students to do, and her serious and responsible position also makes me sit up and take notice of her.

It's good to make such friends!

My classmate wrote 800 words in Grade Two.

I studied Mo Bosang's Sunday in Flaubert. I envy French writers in my heart. Every Sunday afternoon, you can eat a small dish, drink a pot of good tea and talk about literature with like-minded friends and sisters. How leisurely! My Sunday, although not as desirable as Flaubert's, was also very interesting.

Every Sunday, I sleep in. I have been bored with homework and study for a week. In this wonderful time, it is natural to sleep late. I often stay up until ten o'clock. I can't wait to make up for all the time I haven't slept enough in a week, but I can't stand the resistance of my stomach and am forced to get up. For me, Sunday doesn't start until after ten o'clock.

Often the first person to come to my house is Tiger Tiger. She has been my classmate since primary school. Her arrival always makes me feel more cordial. I have nothing in common with her. I like fire, she likes water; I like cats, and she likes mice. I like silence, and she likes nagging. Often when she comes, she will start nagging me. Everything she knows about life, study and family will nag me. I always listen quietly. In her description, I saw a world different from mine. I don't know why, but she also likes to nag me. Maybe I am lonely and need a listener! It is not so much that anything can happen in the world as that people in two different worlds will get along well, but feel bored.

Then, Fu Juan came. She is a lively and cheerful girl. Although she talks a lot, she doesn't nag. I love listening to her talk, and often a few words are enough to make me smile.

Fu Juan has a big round face like a moon cake. A pair of keen little eyes flashed on her ivory face. It seems to penetrate everyone's heart. Her hair is also very interesting, like a messy thatch casually covered her head. She always feels relaxed and free,

Sometimes, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Dan will come. They always come together and always feel that they are comparing themselves. Xiaoxiao is not young, as strong as Song Wu. I believe that if there is a tiger, she will kill Xiao Dan. She is really small, like the poor in the old society, thin and black, and seems to have not eaten for several times. Xiaoxiao's eyes are very big, like big grapes embedded in them, going round and round. Xiao Dan's eyes are surprisingly small, like a grain of rice falling into the eye socket. His eyes narrowed into a line when he laughed. But she's funny. Every time she pretends to be poor, she is very vivid. I also think Xiaoxiao should be renamed greatly!

Almost everyone is here, so we sit around the sofa in the living room. Xiao Xiao and Xiao Dan are always singing duets. I'll say whatever you say. Many times, it is precisely because of the tacit understanding that they quarrel as a bee. Fu Juan and I always have a lot to say. Red lake is very unsociable, sitting on one side talking to himself.

My classmate wrote 800 words in Grade Two.

Seeing a classmate's name in the list of our class at the beginning of school is very grounded! At that time, I was thinking: Is this young man's mother called "failure"?

When I met him in person, I found him very manly. With Jackie Chan's nose, monkey-like mouth and a pair of small ears for the story of Diusim, he seems to hate his eyes too much. He added himself a pair of blue-legged black-rimmed glasses and sat quietly in his seat.

In a semester of communication, I found out after we became friends: no! He was quieter than the girls at the beginning of school. So I always thought he was reincarnated in the wrong way! Answering questions in class is very quiet! Mosquito's voice is louder than his. However, when he called my nickname after class and made a biography with my nickname, I realized that his big mouth and loud voice were reserved for me to make a biography!

Since Mr. Ma punished my prank with "deal with a man as he deals with you", he poured water on Tian X's chair. I was put on the chair where teacher Ma poured water under the pretence, which coincided with the study of the text "The Great Tragedy" in Chinese class. Being laughed my head off by my classmates, I felt that he was like my personal secretary and kept saying, "Haha, Scott Lee X poured water in Amundsen Tian X's sleeping bag."

This gives me a headache. It was not until I finished reading Back to the Wolves that I remembered a sentence in the book, "Failure is success." So I had a brainwave and finally successfully refuted him: "If you fail, shut up and don't hold on to one thing." This kid's silence is fake!

"Mechanical legs" is his unavoidable weakness. Last semester, when studying the unit "March" in music class, the teacher asked us to walk in groups and experience the melody of the March. His small steps are strange, but when he slowly lifts his thighs, his calves are involuntarily perpendicular to the ground, and his legs are lightly lifted; Sometimes his legs are like lovers, touching each other and walking back and forth like this. I think even a robot will say, "You can't tell whether he is a machine or a person by his gait recognition!" "

During the National Day dance rehearsal, he always changed the lyrics to ancient poems we had learned. At that time, I was thinking, is this the way he recited ancient poems?

There is a saying on him: "knowledge is power." Whenever there is a war of words, he uses Chinese rhetoric and knowledge of other disciplines to form a powerful "weapon" to make the attacking "enemy" tongue-tied.

This is my friend. May his future be as famous as its name!

My classmate wrote 800 words in Grade Two.

Since I entered junior high school, my classmate Tang Can and I have been good friends. As early as the military training, we have been chatting together, thus gradually forming a sincere friendship.

She is as tall as me. She is a lively, cheerful and quiet girl, but I don't just like it. Her friendliness and approachability make us get along more harmoniously. Next, I am moved and grateful by a simple example.

From my primary school to this school, there are not many people, and there are even fewer classmates. When I first looked around the classroom, all the new students in front of me made me feel strange and disappointed, at least at that time.

I didn't talk to any classmates when I came to report for duty in mid-July.

On the first day of military training, I came to school, and everything was the same as at the beginning. She was right in front of me when I went downstairs for military training. As soon as she got to the playground, she became familiar with me, and soon she talked generously about her primary school life and asked me which subject I was best at. Her strength is math, but I'm average at math. After listening, she said disapprovingly, "Nothing. At that time, I was not good at math, but I was good bit by bit. "

The next day, we began to exchange views, and I seemed to feel the beauty of our long-lost friendship, which made me more and more active. On the third day, the exercise ended. Together, we are happy that our class has won the honor, and we are also relaxed that the difficult three days are finally over. We found our similarities and deepened our understanding of each other.

After three days of military training, I felt the warmth of friendship that I thought I wouldn't feel. I'm surprised and happy. We shared our feelings and opinions and got to know each other. I hope our friendship can last longer.