『一』 Tables, chairs, brooms, walls and floors. How to write a 400-word essay about "Dingling bell". The bell rang. The students walked out of the classroom to play. Only the desks, walls and brooms were left in the classroom...

Quan Zhuishi said: "I worked as a study helper for my classmates, but my classmates made me dirty and didn't care about me at all. They scribbled on me and treated me as a scratch paper, which made me completely different.

What's more, they carve and dig on my body and disfigure me!" Wall said: "I protect my classmates from the wind and rain, but they draw on my body with crayons and give me water to drink.

They messed up my snow-white clothes!" The broom said, "I work as a cleaning helper for my classmates, but my classmates often steal a good broom from me when I'm sweeping the floor." They were chirping!

As he was talking, someone shouted: "Let's go find the teacher to comment." So, everyone invited the teacher, and the teacher called the students over. Listening to the table, wall and broom crying, the students turned red.

They lowered their heads in shame and expressed that they would take good care of public property in the future.

After this, no one will graffiti anymore, no one will grab the broom anymore, no more... "Two" Inspirational composition of table, broom, and rag. Late one night, chattering came from the classroom. Listen carefully.

, it turns out that the tables, chairs, brooms, walls, etc. are talking... The eldest brother at the table said first: "Oh, do you know? I was recently painted on my face with a ruler by my classmates, causing me to be criticized by everyone all day long.

Pointing and pointing, some students said, "This table is really ugly, it's so ugly." It's so unfair to me. I serve them every day, but they scold me, hey..." "You don't have me yet.

What a disaster!" The boy in the chair shouted loudly.

"I let them sit on me and study hard every day. I didn't provoke them, but they shook me around every day. Sometimes, when they were unhappy or bored, they would lift me up high. Suddenly, another

He threw me down and I lost my arms and legs. "What do you mean?" cried the broomstick girl with tears in her eyes.

"I asked for a cleaner classroom, but these students not only didn't appreciate it, but used me as a fighting tool, breaking my bones and making me dumbfounded." "Oh, I'm worse off than you are." Wall

My sister said sadly.

“Some children often use me as a scratch paper and make sketches on my clothes, some use me as a drawing board and draw on my body, and some use me as a carving material and draw on my face.

They made a lot of excuses... They didn't care about me at all. Look, the white coat I just put on when school started this year has already turned into dirty and rotten clothes after only two months!

?” After hearing each other’s complaints, the tables, chairs, brooms, and walls felt that everyone was miserable and stopped saying anything.

In this way, the classroom returned to its former tranquility.

"Three" Late one night, it was you who heard chirping voices. When I listened carefully, it turned out to be tables, chairs, brooms, and walls waiting to talk. Three months ago, a few days ago, it was.

"Four" Late one night, chattering sounds came from the classroom. Listening to yourself, it turns out that the tables, chairs, brooms, walls, etc. are talking... Fables must talk about the various things students do in class... "Five" Chalk,

The desk, broom, and chair weave a fairy tale of more than 300 words, and everything is silent.

At this time, Father Moon heard bursts of noise coming from the classroom of a certain elementary school.

Father Moon decided to go and see what happened.

Father Moon quietly flew to the classroom window and listened carefully: finally, he understood what was going on.

It turned out that the tables, stools, blackboards and blackboard brushes in the classroom were fiercely arguing over who had the greatest credit.

"Well, it doesn't matter who has the greatest credit." Brush cleared his throat and spoke: "Don't you forget, teachers use me to erase the mistakes they made with chalk, and I,

His clean body became covered with chalk dust." Having said this, Brush paused, glanced at everyone, and then said, "I see, who else dares to claim credit for it except me.

"What?" The blackboard turned pale with anger. "Where will the chalk be written without me? Who will erase the chalk writing?"

Isn't it obvious that he has the greatest contribution? ""You...you...!" Brush was so excited that he couldn't speak. He didn't expect that he would be robbed by the blackboard as soon as he spoke, and he was so angry that he jumped three feet high.

"Tch! Without me, would people have been standing and listening to the teacher's lecture?" "Without me, how could people write and take notes? You would have become useless as well!" Stools and tables joined forces to refute the blackboard and blackboard brush.

"This...this..." The blackboard and the blackboard brush knew they were wrong and were speechless.

"Everyone is important, isn't it?" Chalk, who had been silently listening to everyone's quarrel, finally spoke up.