The composition 1 on the topic of schoolbags will start soon. My mother washed my schoolbag and said to me, "Yueyue, you have been carrying this schoolbag for five years!" I looked at a patch on the reading bag and schoolbag strap and smiled. Yes, before I know it, I'm going to the sixth grade!
That year, I was going to the first grade, and my mother and I were very excited. We went to buy schoolbags and visited many stores. Either I thought the color of schoolbags was not good, or my mother thought the style was not good. After shopping for a long time, I didn't buy the right one. My mother took me to buy clothes first. There were many things in that shop, including clothes, shoes, and even school bags!
It's a pink schoolbag with a Mickey Mouse in a beige dress printed on it. I pointed to the schoolbag hanging on the wall and was extremely excited. Mom saw it, too, and asked the assistant aunt to take it down and have a look. The schoolbag is very strong, it is an authentic Mickey schoolbag, and it can stand steadily. My mother is very satisfied. The chubby proprietress was also very happy, saying that there was not much stock in the store, so this was the only one left, and the school was about to start, so she sold it to us cheaply. My mother and I have won the treasure.
I go to school and leave school every day with my schoolbag on my back. Sometimes, I get wet with paper towels, wipe Minnie's bow over and over again, make it red, wash her ears and face, make it clean, and polish her little shoes and skirts. I put all kinds of books and pencil boxes neatly inside, and sometimes there are beautiful stones I picked up, all kinds of folded things, and my schoolbag became my treasure chest.
In the third grade, the back pocket of the schoolbag was still broken, revealing the white lining inside. When mom found out, the mouth was a little big. "Why didn't you tell mom?" My mother asked me, and I said softly, "I like this schoolbag, and I am worried that you will replace it." Mother took the schoolbag to be mended, but the mender said it was not easy to mend it. Mom came back and said, otherwise, buy another one. I won't, just break it. Isn't it just a little bit on the strap?
The next morning, there was a piece of white velvet on the strap of my schoolbag, and there were some small broken flowers on the cloth. It turned out that my mother had actually wrapped the broken place up. I felt that my schoolbag was more loving instead of ugly. What a clever mother! I like this schoolbag better, especially the patch of broken flowers. I think my schoolbag is different from others'. In this way, I recited it year after year, and in a blink of an eye, I was going to the sixth grade.
"Hey, our family Yueyue has to carry it for the sixth year!" Mom gave me a bad smile. I pouted and said, "Yes, yes, I will recite the sixth year, and then I will recite it, and junior high school will continue to recite it!" "
Composition 2 with schoolbags as the topic, schoolbags bear our laughter and tears and witness our growth; There are not only those books in the bag, maybe you will find the care of your parents, the teaching of your teacher or your own secrets in it; Every piece of paper and stroke in the schoolbag, and every book and book are unforgettable memories.
10 years old, although some adult consciousness has sprouted, the ignorance of teenagers still exists. It's my grandmother who sends me to school every time. Although she is nearly sixty years old, she is still full of energy. Every time I carry my schoolbag, I feel a little heavy. I still carry it and don't pay much attention to it. When I get to school, I find one more thing in my schoolbag-a cup of soybean milk! This makes me puzzled like monk Zhang Er. I asked my grandmother after school, but she just kept silent ...
On a cold morning, before dawn, I heard a buzzing sound, and I woke up immediately in my sleep. I was lying on the bed, covering my ears, and suddenly the sound stopped, and there was a fragrance, accompanied by a burst of footsteps coming to my room. I immediately pretended to sleep and saw my grandmother tiptoeing in with a cup of soy milk, gently unzipping her schoolbag and carefully putting the soy milk. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground. Grandma closed the door slowly after putting it away, for fear of disturbing me. Although I am young, I also know that it is grandma's meaning. Thinking about it, my heart is as painful as being stabbed, my eyes are red, and tears can't help flowing out. I don't know why, my heart was melted by my grandmother's behavior, and I looked at the time. After six o'clock, I was moved again. The next day, I asked my grandmother, "Why do you want to make soybean milk for me? I can buy it at school. " "Because the soy milk at school is not as good as grandma's." Grandma said. Suddenly, I was speechless. Maybe my grandmother was right. The soy milk at school didn't taste as good as her cooking. A cup of soy milk in my schoolbag was full of my grandmother's love. A schoolbag carried the story of my grandmother and me. It was like a bridge connecting my grandmother and my grandparents. Seeing the schoolbag was like hearing my grandmother's inculcation, which inspired me to keep moving forward again and again ...
The schoolbag, bearing the love of my grandmother, a cup of soybean milk, like a ray of sunshine in winter, brings me love and warmth, so that I don't have to be afraid of the cold in winter. The story in the schoolbag is memorable and desirable.
I have a magic schoolbag. It is not only unique in shape and complete in function, but also often creates surprises for me. The schoolbag was a birthday present that my father spent 20,000 yen on a business trip in Japan. So far, it has been with me for 6 years, but I have been reluctant to replace it.
My schoolbag is scarlet, a fresh, bright and warm color. Hello Kitty is printed on the front of the schoolbag, and it is shyly extending its small paws to greet me! The back of the schoolbag is made of leather and is made of soft material, which is designed to fit the curve of the back. When falling into the water, the schoolbag can be made into a life-saving bag to float on the water; If you get lost, the schoolbag will automatically send positioning information to parents; Even if there is an earthquake, if you put your schoolbag on your head, you can even play the same role as a desk and chair. Of course, it's more magical than that ...
As long as you twist the semi-automatic knob gently, the leather cover on the front of the schoolbag will slowly bounce off. At this time, the center of the front of the schoolbag is a high-definition film window, which contains information cards such as curriculum schedule and personal introduction. The inside of the schoolbag is divided into functional areas: the pencil case is on the left, the umbrella is on the right, the book is placed in the middle, and the water cup is placed on the waterproof layer ... Usually, I often see some students forget to bring their textbooks or exercise books, which I find incredible. This rarely happens to me. Why?
In mid-June last year, Wuxi entered the rainy season. It was sunny in Wan Li in the morning, but when school was over in the afternoon, God suddenly changed his face, the wind blew and thunder rumbled, and it rained cats and dogs in a blink of an eye. When I went out in the morning, I didn't seem to bring my umbrella. How can I go home? Do you want to go home in the heavy rain? I packed my homework and opened my schoolbag-wow! There is an exquisite folding umbrella in it. It turns out that my mother has already prepared rain gear for me. Suddenly, a warm current overflowed my whole body, and I walked into the rain and fog with my little umbrella.
"Tomorrow, we will go to Shajiabang for a spring outing. Please prepare the necessary supplies." After school, the teacher announced "good news". This made me so excited that I couldn't sleep at night until after 22 o'clock. The next morning, I got up late, grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice at random, grabbed my schoolbag and went out.
At noon, the students took out their own lunch boxes and ate them. My heart "thumped": I left in a hurry in the morning, didn't I bring my box lunch? This time, the magical schoolbag gave me another surprise-a "love lunch" prepared by my mother! Lion's head with crab powder, ribs with Wuxi sauce and sushi with fruits and vegetables in the shape of "three little bears". My tears came down unexpectedly. The "Three Little Bears" represent Father Bear, Mother Bear and Xiong Haizi. When I was in the third grade, my father died of laryngeal cancer. I clung to the schoolbag my father left me, and with tears in my eyes, I ate the food cooked by my mother.
My schoolbag is amazing. It is full of knowledge and love from parents.
Composition 4 on the topic of schoolbags Since you stepped into the kindergarten gate, I have become a standard for every student and have become your inseparable partner.
Speaking of my origin, that's really rough. I used to be a quiet schoolbag in the shopping mall. On that day, a boy came up to me and said to himself: Hey, this schoolbag is cool, that's it! He took me back to his house. After several tossing and turning, I have been comfortably lying in a birthday gift box.
The next day, the boy picked me up, hung me in the car and came to his classmate's house.
"Ding-dong ..." With a brisk doorbell, the door opened, revealing a big head: "Alas, Pippi, why are you here so early? I haven't woke up yet! " Big head rubbed his hazy eyes and yawned and said.
Oh! So this boy's name is Pippi! Pippi touched his head and said shyly, "Isn't this my birthday for you?" Here, this is for you. " Big head couldn't wait to take me out of the gift box and said in amazement, "Pippi, you have a good eye. This schoolbag is really handsome."
At first, Big Head was very kind to me. He gave me a fragrant "bubble bath" every day. He was proud of me all day and never spoiled me.
But now, I am 6 years old, my shoulder strap has been worn out, and the pattern on my coat has already been worn out. My master doesn't treat me like before: the highlighter is put in the schoolbag without a cap; Put the art knife in my mouth if it doesn't fit; I often put ice water in my pocket, which makes me feel wet after melting ... As a result, my beautiful gray underwear has become a messy "wild flower" blooming place.
Now, my slim figure is already obese. My stomach is full of not only books and homework, but also all kinds of unhealthy snacks and various Xuanwu novels ...
Master, please, leave me alone! Please remember: not everything is as easy to get as I am. If you don't cherish it, you won't get anything.