It turned out that the desks and chairs were talking. First of all, cousin Biao spoke: "Our cousin's life is really hard! Just moved here from the factory, and within three weeks, we were already' black and blue', either carved with knives or stuck with nails, which made me miserable. " At this time, another table also spoke: "eldest brother, I am not much better than you." After class, my classmates turned my skull up and suddenly put it down, which almost gave me a concussion. " I remember another time after class, Hong Kecheng danced "disco" on me when he was free. Forget it! "At this time, the chair also said," Don't think that only you are suffering. We are also very poor. My master is a little girl named Wang Junrui, and a child weighs 100 Jin. Once, she put my two hind legs back, and my two front legs "floated". My weak hind legs can bear her weight, alas! It caused my hind legs to keep swinging, which led to my serious fracture. "I agree." At this time, a chair with a missing leg in the corner also said, "I was damaged by this little girl."
The desks and chairs fell asleep while chatting. They had a dream: the next day, the students cleaned them, repaired the broken tables and chairs, tidied them up, and promised to take good care of them in the future.
2. A 500-word composition about stools. I am a stool in the furniture city. I was bought by the school. I am fortunate to be bathed in the atmosphere of books. I sincerely look forward to contributing to the students as soon as possible. That day, when I received the news that we would be assigned to different classrooms, I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink. I think: It's finally time for me to contribute to everyone.
The first host I served was a third-grade child. Because it is a new school, a new environment, new desks and chairs, the teacher repeatedly stressed that students should love us. I am deeply happy to get such care and love from everyone, so that I can serve them better. Speaking of me, you may not know what I look like, but I am full of confidence in myself.
First of all, I have a rectangular head with a light yellow light on the smooth surface, which gives people a clean feeling. And there are thick arms and bodies on both sides, which can support the owner's weight and adjust the height. Just unscrew the screws on both sides and do it yourself. "A gentleman can bend and stretch", do I look like it? Finally, the most distinctive thing is my two legs. I have two stout legs. Not only that, I also have two big feet under me, and I wear two leather shoes on the front and back of my feet. In this way, my whole body is very stable and I won't make a sound. Even if I move sometimes, it won't affect the upstairs and downstairs. It's been stable like this for a year. Although I'm a little older, I'm still so strong. It won't be a problem to work for another ten or eight years.
During the summer vacation, the class of the school was adjusted, and the school wanted to add several classes. Several companions and I were sent to the multimedia classroom as public stools. My life has become so boring due to the loss of my regular master. No one will care about me and no one will care about me. No one will come to see how I am doing and how my health is. Every day, I am moved by different people. They all sat down and left. I haven't had time to communicate with them or even introduce myself.
They always pay attention to their favorite gadgets, and class is just what they have to do. Finally one day, I was transferred from here to the classroom. It seems that our stools are a little old. It's unsightly to put them in this place, which is detrimental to our image. Might as well send us to the classroom to settle down.
As a result, my friend and I were sent to work in the advanced class this time. As soon as I came to this new environment, I was a little nervous, on the one hand, because of excitement, on the other hand, I was a little scared. I wonder if my current teacher will be a good classmate who loves me as much as the first teacher.
But the fact is that the more I worry about something, the more I get. I was assigned to the most naughty guy. Of course, I heard it from someone, but I can see it in his eyes. When he started looking for a stool, he kept looking for the best one. When he found me, he shook me quickly, then sat on me and tried my firmness. Of course, I insist How can you come down so soon at this time? He immediately beamed, and I was his.
But since then, my life has also caused me a lot of grievances and sadness. Because he wanted to sit comfortably, he put his schoolbag on me, even though there was room for it in his drawer.
What he did was turn me around first, and he rode me like a horse. Then, he put the schoolbag back heavily, and half of my body was pinned down by it. The schoolbag was right in front of the desk of the classmate behind me, so that the young master could comfortably enjoy me as a soft chair as long as he leaned back. If he just enjoys it like this, I will be heavier and I won't care, but he sits uneasily and he keeps moving. Of course, his schoolbag often falls to the ground, and he doesn't care because his calf often presses on me.
He is very good at this action. First pout * * *, then put the licking finger forward into your mouth, and support the table with your elbow, and people will lie on it. Then, he naturally used this power to put his feet on me. At this time, when he is tired, he will sit down with a calf pad. At this time, he is still twisting, sometimes twisting from side to side, sometimes twisting back and forth, with different ranges. Sometimes he lets me stand on my own feet with a golden rooster, sometimes he lets me practice three-point support, and sometimes he even throws me to the ground. I'm so tired that my back aches and I still can't get better. Sometimes when I talk to my master, he doesn't listen to me at all.
When I change places or get together, the young master always drags me like a dead dog. I always shout "Don't procrastinate! Don't delay! " But he never ignored me. In this way, after a month or two, I was black and blue. The most obvious thing is that there are only two of the four leather shoes left. Only one of them was worn out. The master said that in order to be steady, he took off my other leather shoes and threw them away He also said it was symmetrical.
Another kind of injury is head screw injury. Because the master was very active and kept swinging, several screws on my head were shaken out several times. Fortunately, I told the master in time to avoid a serious disaster. Otherwise, he may be a little weak.
The most exaggerated one was that he was too lazy to repair some of my loose screws. When he put them aside, my last screw also went on strike. He suddenly realized that he had to rely on the strength of the empty board to continue sitting, so he sat on an unconnected stool for a long time. There is also a hateful sports meeting, because he is going to watch the game outside and be a cheerleader. Of course, he won't leave me and take me away. He plays with people from upstairs to downstairs and from downstairs to the assembly point. Sometimes he uses me as a shield and comes and goes with his classmates. Sometimes he treats me as an offensive weapon and only sees him treat my legs and feet as a launch.
When I get to the playground, he will plunge me into the mud and use me as a place to put his plates when he plays checkers, but he won't give me anything to eat when he eats, and there will be oil on my back. Even more exasperating, at the end of the sports meeting, he left me on the playground and took someone else's stool. I shouted here: "Come back! Come back! That's not me! " But he left without looking back.
Later, another child came to look for his stool and he saw me.
Tell me a short passage about a stool. The best thing in life is friendship with others. Wang Hong and Yu Huan are deskmates. They help each other and learn from each other. They are inseparable friends. Although they are good friends, there will be some minor contradictions.
Look! The contradiction is coming again.
"ouch!" Wang Hong screamed in the empty classroom. It turned out that a nail poked its head playfully. "Damn little thing, it hurts me." Wang Hong rubbed * * *, while ruthlessly kicked the chair. What shall we do? I'll be angry about this little thing all day. It is too late. Let's exchange with our deskmate for a while. What I thought I didn't know happened to be seen by Yu Huan. "Today is really unlucky." Wang Hong anxiously chanting. Yu Huan asked curiously, "What are you doing? What chair should I change? " "Oh ... I think your chair is too short. If you sit in it, you are afraid you can't see the blackboard." Wang Hong whispered guiltily. "That's very kind of you!" A * * * happily sat down in the ring. "Ah ..." Yu Huan jumped up like a spring, but Wang Hong's heart was like a broken cruet. "You, you" Wang Hong stared at her with tears in her eyes. Wang Hong's face is as red as an apple. "I, I don't know." The students came into the classroom one after another. Yu Huan took out a book and covered it on the nail, sitting on it carefully. These two good friends haven't said a word all morning. Hey! This damn nail. I really want to say to Huan, "I'm sorry!" But several times the words came to my mouth and I swallowed them back. "A few days ago, the school also asked for an article about honesty, but I ..." Wang Hong was about to cry.
During lunch break, two good friends went their separate ways like big mandarin ducks. "It tastes really uncomfortable. You might as well scold me or hit me twice. " Wang Hong just thinking. I don't know what I ate for lunch, and I was covered with "nails". "By the way," Wang Hong borrowed a hammer from the aunt of the remedial class, and ran to school without explanation. Go to the chair and hit the bad guy hard on the head. "Let you prick me, let you prick my good friend." Wang Hongbian smashed and chanted until the bad guys disappeared, and she was relieved. Another * * * sat down. "Ah" and "Ha ha ..." Didn't that bad guy run out again? Don't! It turned out that Yu Huan was standing behind Wang Hong with a hammer. Look at these two good friends!
4. A 500-word composition about the loss of stool in the whole class. I am a stool in the furniture city. I was bought by the school. I am fortunate to be bathed in the atmosphere of books. I am eagerly looking forward to contributing to the students as soon as possible. That day, when I received the news that we would be assigned to different classrooms, I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink. I think: It's finally time for me to contribute to everyone.
The first host I served was a third-grade child. Because it is a new school, a new environment, new desks and chairs, the teacher repeatedly stressed that students should love us. I am deeply happy to get such care and love from everyone, so that I can serve them better. Speaking of me, you may not know what I look like, but I am full of confidence in myself.
First of all, I have a rectangular head with a light yellow light on the smooth surface, which gives people a clean feeling. And there are thick arms and bodies on both sides, which can support the owner's weight and adjust the height. Just unscrew the screws on both sides and do it yourself. "A gentleman can bend and stretch", do I look like it? Finally, the most distinctive thing is my two legs. I have two stout legs. Not only that, I also have two big feet under me, and I wear two leather shoes on the front and back of my feet. In this way, my whole body is very stable and I won't make a sound. Even if I move sometimes, it won't affect the upstairs and downstairs. It's been stable like this for a year. Although I'm a little older, I'm still so strong. It won't be a problem to work for another ten or eight years.
During the summer vacation, the class of the school was adjusted, and the school wanted to add several classes. Several companions and I were sent to the multimedia classroom as public stools. My life has become so boring due to the loss of my regular master. No one will care about me and no one will care about me. No one will come to see how I am doing and how my health is. Every day, I am moved by different people. They all sat down and left. I haven't had time to communicate with them or even introduce myself.
They always pay attention to their favorite gadgets, and class is just what they have to do. Finally one day, I was transferred from here to the classroom. It seems that our stools are a little old. It's unsightly to put them in this place, which is detrimental to our image. Might as well send us to the classroom to settle down.
As a result, my friend and I were sent to work in the advanced class this time. As soon as I came to this new environment, I was a little nervous, on the one hand, because of excitement, on the other hand, I was a little scared. I wonder if my current teacher will be a good classmate who loves me as much as the first teacher.
But the fact is that the more I worry about something, the more I get. I was assigned to the most naughty guy. Of course, I heard it from someone, but I can see it in his eyes. When he started looking for a stool, he kept looking for the best one. When he found me, he shook me quickly, then sat on me and tried my firmness. Of course, I insist How can you come down so soon at this time? He immediately beamed, and I was his.
But since then, my life has also caused me a lot of grievances and sadness. Because he wanted to sit comfortably, he put his schoolbag on me, even though there was room for it in his drawer.
What he did was turn me around first, and he rode me like a horse. Then, he put the schoolbag back heavily, and half of my body was pinned down by it. The schoolbag was right in front of the desk of the classmate behind me, so that the young master could comfortably enjoy me as a soft chair as long as he leaned back. If he just enjoys it like this, I will be heavier and I won't care, but he sits uneasily and he keeps moving. Of course, his schoolbag often falls to the ground, and he doesn't care, because his calf often leans against me.
He is very skilled in this movement. First pout * * *, then put the licking finger forward into your mouth, and support the table with your elbow, and people will lie on it. Then, he naturally used this power to put his feet on me. At this time, when he is tired, he will sit down with a calf pad. At this time, he is still twisting, sometimes twisting from side to side, sometimes twisting back and forth, with different ranges. Sometimes he lets me stand on my own feet with a golden rooster, sometimes he lets me practice three-point support, and sometimes he even throws me to the ground. I'm so tired that my back aches and I still can't get better. Sometimes when I talk to my master, he doesn't listen to me at all.
When I change places or get together, the young master always drags me like a dead dog. I always shout "Don't procrastinate! Don't delay! " But he never ignored me. In this way, after a month or two, I was black and blue. The most obvious thing is that there are only two of the four leather shoes left. Only one of them was worn out. The master said that in order to be steady, he took off my other leather shoes and threw them away He also said it was symmetrical.
Another kind of injury is head screw injury. Because the master was very active and kept swinging, several screws on my head were shaken out several times. Fortunately, I told the master in time to avoid a serious disaster. Otherwise, he may be a little weak.
The most exaggerated one was that he was too lazy to repair some of my loose screws. When he put them aside, my last screw also went on strike. He suddenly realized that he had to rely on the strength of the empty board to continue sitting, so he sat on an unconnected stool for a long time. There is also a hateful sports meeting, because he is going to watch the game outside and be a cheerleader. Of course, he won't leave me and take me away. He plays with people from upstairs to downstairs and from downstairs to the assembly point. Sometimes he uses me as a shield and comes and goes with his classmates. Sometimes he treats me as an offensive weapon and only sees him treat my legs and feet as a launch.
When I get to the playground, he will plunge me into the mud and use me as a place to put his plates when he plays checkers, but he won't give me anything to eat when he eats, and there will be oil on my back. Even more exasperating, at the end of the sports meeting, he left me on the playground and took someone else's stool. I shouted here: "Come back! Come back! That's not me! " But he left without looking back.
Later, another child came to look for his stool and he saw me.
5. I am a bench 200-word composition. If I am a small bench, I will be inspired to become a great small bench and make many contributions to people since I came out of the wood factory. forever and always ...
They finally found me a young master, and it was while I was sleeping. When I couldn't wait to open my eyes, I saw a little sister.
This little sister loves me very much. She pads me in winter, and my sister warms me. In summer, she seems to understand my heart. I was very hot, so she took me home and gave me a bath. ...
Life on the bench was not perfect, and a sudden change hit me.
The head teacher changed her position and replaced her little sister with her brother. Why don't I scream so kindly? Because I hate him! Because he is not good!
Once, he fought with another little brother. He used me as a weapon! Broke one of my legs!
I shouted to my friend, the table. I poured out my pain to him for a long time and felt much better. The watch gave me an opinion: revenge!
Ok, let's get started. I grounded the other three legs first and began to retaliate. Just in class, I slipped and slipped him, ha! I began to like revenge, once a day. My companion said I was possessed, and I didn't say anything. Of course, this is also a kind of self-harm. ...
I cut myself to death. Goodbye, beautiful and lovely world. ...
6. Write an 800-word composition "The Story of the Chair" on the topic of "Choosing a Chair"
One morning, Wang Hong was the first to come to the classroom. As soon as she sat down, she found a nail on the chair. She thought to herself, "I dropped the nail on my chair." Will it scratch my pants? I called * * *, what should I do? I want to change a chair with someone else! She looked out of the door to see if any classmates had come. Luckily, Wang Hong was the first to come. Wang Hong looked around the classroom and suddenly found that Yuhuan's chair was very good, so she quietly replaced her bad chair with Yuhuan's good chair.
In a short time, the students all entered the classroom to study, but Wang Hong always looked at the door to see if Yu Huan had come, so she didn't know. After a while, Yu Huan came. She just sat down. This is not her chair. Yuhuan shouted, "Who changed my chair?" At this time, Wang Hong's face turned red. He looked around and suddenly found it under Wang Hong's seat. Yuhuan said to Wang Hong, "Wang Hong, why did you change my chair?" Wang Hong stood up and stammered, "I, I ... I didn't take it." On the ring, say to Wang Hong, You deny that I wrote my name on the back of the chair. "Wang hong thought," ah! Oh, I forgot to change my name. What should I do? Yu Huan took the chair and saw Yu Huan's name clearly written on it. The truth came out. Yuhuan asked Wang Hong, "Why did you change my chair?" Wang Hong said hesitantly, "Because ... my chairs ... have come out one by one." ..
A nail, I I'm afraid I'll pee my pants ... pants ... son. "Yu Huan took out Wang Hong's chair. Really, there is a nail on it.
After a while, Yu Huan became less angry and said to Wang Hong, "Let's borrow a hammer from the teacher to fix our chairs and fix the chairs of other students together!" Wang Hong listened: "All right! Go! " After a while, they hammered out the nails on the stool and repaired the broken chairs of other students.
After a while, the teacher came. Knowing this, the teacher praised Wang Hong and Yu Huan. Finally, both of them laughed.
7. I broke the teacher's chair and wrote no less than 400 words. When the "crunch" sounded again, I was on the verge of collapse. I don't want to sit in this stupid chair anymore! I'm sitting under this chair and I don't know what's going on. This nail doesn't seem to be nailed firmly. As soon as I sit down, it will twist to one side intentionally or unintentionally, and the waist must be tilted to keep balance. After a while, my back ached. I thought: this is not a long-term solution. Besides, the composition must be of good quality and quantity. I have to find a way to adjust.
I twist my body to control it, not it to control me. Great! But I am faced with a new problem: how should I write when it is like dancing? The chair keeps rubbing against the wood, and it makes me fidgety. How can I write a composition in such an environment? Not only is the handwriting poor, but the brain seems to be unable to think by the sound of wood rubbing, thinking short-circuited, and the pen in hand doesn't know what to do, so it stops there.
After a short period of thinking, I finally "woke up" and thought: When will this piece of broken wood stop noisy, noisy and motionless? We can't ask the teacher to get a carpenter to fix it now. The teacher is busy correcting the composition! If you want to find an expedient measure to deal with it, you can't think of any good tricks at the moment. Had to use the original method-let the waist side. Persistence is better than twisting.
Everything has returned to the "origin", but-time has dragged on for too long, and I think this composition can't be finished. What a tragedy! This chair has a great influence on me. When can I get rid of it? Teacher, don't blame my poor composition.
8. The composition of the stool with a broken leg left the school gate, and the classroom was empty, leaving only 58 stools and tables. The stool began to speak.
An unattended stool with a broken leg complained, "It's all my master's fault. He doesn't listen in class. He always likes to kick me, twist me and make noise. It didn't take long for me to be like this. " Said with a sigh.
"I'm no better. My master is a little fat, he can't breathe, and his legs are sore every day. " The stool next to it stretched out its legs and said.
The other stool could not help gloating after listening to the conversation between the first two: "My master has never tortured me, and my limbs are sound." Then he jumped up, and the high school students' compositions made a lot of noise.
At this time, the blackboard sneered a few times: "Your stools are all the same. If they are broken, you should throw them away, unlike my life expectancy. "
"This is wrong. Am I not very good now? " Another stool can't help but say.
At this time, a "face painting" stool jumped onto the podium and showed off to other stools: "I am the only one among all stools. My host is a poster king, and he always likes to' dress up' me if he has nothing to do. " As soon as the words were finished, he added in a low voice: "Actually, it's not good either. It seems that the online reading of Youth Digest is very dirty. " The stool frowned slightly again.
Other stools Look at this stool on the podium, which is a bit contradictory. I can't help laughing. Some stools will dance with joy when they hear the tragic experience of their companions. .
The stools have been talking about their pains, ideals and so on. They all have a common wish: I hope the owner can take good care of himself, so that more stools will never have troubles again and spend every day happily.
Comment on the article: Although the theme of the article is not novel, it is imaginative and full of childlike interest. The little author wrote vivid ideas for the stool man. Wrote some pains suffered by defecation, suggesting proper use, fluent sentences and clear levels. The conclusion is very good. I hope every student can take good care of his stool. Language dialogue is a major feature of this paper.
Yesterday, Shi Xiaohan's chair was broken, but Shi Xiaohan didn't notice that she fell down while sitting in it. How can she attend class without a chair?
At noon, I went to see what happened to the chair. It turned out that the wooden bar connected between the two legs of the chair was broken. Several classmates and I decided to fix the chair.
Liu Yang, Han Shitao, Gu, Jin and I began to repair chairs. Gu took his glue and spread it on the broken place. Then Liu Yang sat on the chair. After sitting for a while, he found that the glue couldn't hold, so he borrowed double-sided tape to stick it on the broken chair. Liu Yang sat in the chair for a while, as if it had been repaired. My name is Shi Xiaohan. Shi Xiaohan sat in a chair and shook it. She broke it again. This chair is really difficult to repair! So far, we haven't found a good way to repair this chair.