Story composition in schoolbag

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Story composition in the schoolbag 1 The autumn wind blows and it's cool. But the warmth in the schoolbag warmed my heart and refused to disperse for a long time. -inscription

I don't want to get up in the morning. After washing in a hurry, it was getting late. I quickly stuffed a piece of bread into my mouth and hurried out.

As expected, after early self-study, running exercise and the first class, a small piece of bread in my stomach has already been digested. Helpless, I had to start the second class hungry. What should I do if my stomach growls in class? I'm worried. Sure enough, at the end of class, my stomach strictly followed Murphy's law and made a scene in public. The students around me snickered and I couldn't help blushing.

A little until class is over, I can feel hunger rolling in my small intestine. Alas, there are still two classes. How can I get through it? I began to regret staying in bed willfully in the morning.

Just when I was in a trance, the classmate next to me gave me a push: "Someone came to see you, just outside the door." I looked in the direction she pointed-it was mom! It must be the "savior"!

The autumn wind is bleak, and my mother's hair looks a little messy in the wind; The cool breeze blew up my mother's thin coat. I hurried out and saw something in my mother's hand. "This is milk and bread. It's still hot. Eat while it's hot. " I hold warm milk and bread, and my mother's warm words warm the autumn wind around me.

Back in the classroom, I swallowed the bread, which was still hot and tasted warm. Looking at my mother's distant back, my original hunger was swept away. "Ding 000 ..." When class started, I quickly stuffed the milk into my schoolbag. "This is a biology class, please put the book away ..."

A gust of wind in Xu Lai is cool. In the bleak autumn wind, I felt a trace of warmth through my schoolbag-that is the warmth of maternal love.

The story composition in the schoolbag 2 The story in the schoolbag graduated, and I took the test of making trees. The day before school, I dropped my long-lost tears on yellow paper.

Although there has been some smell of autumn, the lingering warmth in the summer breeze has not dissipated, just like my thoughts and gratitude for her have been lingering in my heart for a long time when I graduated. Several fireflies are flying around the window, flashing. I was lost in thought, and my worn-out schoolbag gradually emerged in my mind. I put it on the top of the bookshelf. I took it down and opened the transfer station, where I passed the message to her. From the crooked strokes in the first grade to the exquisite and clean handwriting in the sixth grade, I looked at them one by one, as if the scenes of that era came back to my mind. Laughing happily, crying sadly, studying hard for the exam, graduating, staring at a yellow paper, which is the last one of the sixth grade. Finally, a sour nose, a drop of tears that condensed six years of laughter, fell on the paper and opened precious memories on the paper. In the last week of my freshman year, I could have been admitted to the long-awaited Shu Ren, but there was something wrong with my English. As an English master, she naturally worried about me, so she devoted herself to tutoring me. You see, this grammar should be used like this. She really looks like a teacher. As a student, I didn't let her down. My grades have improved.

For the last time, she told me mysteriously: Go home and look at the interlayer of the schoolbag and cheer for the exam. She hung her head, hesitated for a moment, and then ran away. I stood there and looked at her figure. Her ponytail was tied high, and her slender body was haggard and sad by the sunset. Back home, I couldn't wait to open the mezzanine. An old yellow paper that says never give up. Suddenly my eyes are a little hot and I want to cry. Slowly put down the note, fold it repeatedly and put it in the interlayer. I hope my memory will be sealed forever and inspire me forever. Looking back, I was moved by countless memories, but the note in my schoolbag inspired me to go forward and formed an immortal story.

Story Composition 3 There is an object in the schoolbag to accompany us to and from school since childhood-schoolbag. There are books full of notes in the bag, newly bought school equipment, and lunch cooked by my mother. ...

There are not only material things in the schoolbag, but also spiritual gifts.

There is selfless care in the bag. Before the fifth grade, whenever I finished my homework, my mother would always help me pack my schoolbag to see if I had brought all my homework. Now I don't need such careful care from my mother. I can take care of myself, but my mother is always worried and often asks me if I have packed up and finished my homework. Mom, thank you for your meticulous care for me.

There is patience in the bag. Someone asked why there was patience in the schoolbag. That's because there are questions in my homework that I don't understand. My father always patiently explained it to me, even several times. When I do my homework at school, I always go to the office to ask the teacher, who will patiently explain it. Sometimes just after class, the teacher will be surrounded by students as soon as he leaves the classroom, and he won't leave until the bell rings. These patience turned into notes, written in books, and printed in the heart. Father and teacher, thank you for your patient guidance.

There is friendship in the schoolbag. There are gifts from friends in the schoolbag, which bear our full friendship and accompany me. Let me know that you accompany me when I am lonely, enlighten me when I am sad, and encourage me when I encounter difficulties. Thank you for bringing me warmth and happiness.

The book gang carries everything, which makes me understand that I have the best life in the world. These are the stories in my schoolbag.

I am a little boy who doesn't care about stationery. Every time the schoolbag is cleaned, it is stuffed in, which leads to some exercise books often like twists.

One night, I stuffed all my books in. Those exercise books are all wrinkled. Just as I was going to play, a pencil stopped me: "Hello, my name is Duoduo. We are members of the stationery country. Do you want to come to the stationery country to play? " "Very good." Then I came to a dark place. "Ah, how do I get into the bag? I became my own exercise book? " With that, the schoolbag got up, but after a while, the schoolbag was opened and I picked it up with one hand. Then, I took out my pencil-box and books and put them on the desk. "Isn't this me?" Was it my class yesterday? I went into the desk with my clothes. I was badly hurt by that dress, and my corners were broken. I took myself out and put it on the table. I wonder who pushed the table. "I fell to the ground and stepped on it." Oh, it hurts! "Then the other foot stepped on me." It really hurts. "As soon as I saw it, my mother kept licking me." Get up, it's time for school. "Oh, it was a dream.

I will never care about stationery again, or I will be uncomfortable.

Comments: The article imagines a story that happened in a schoolbag, which is very good. Moreover, it can make the characters in the story have descriptions of language movements, so it is more vivid.

Story composition 5 I rummaged through my schoolbag, and suddenly found a light blue satin handkerchief and fifty dollars in the mezzanine, with a note in the middle: However, this handkerchief was embroidered for you by your grandmother. Please take this money and leave some flowers. See us after the holiday. We will all miss you. This is my grandfather's handwriting. I don't remember when he put these things in his schoolbag. I just feel that these things are getting heavier and heavier in my heart ... Inadvertently, my eyes are moist. In retrospect, I really didn't go back for more than a month. They always call me, which means let's go back and have a look. ...

Yes! Why do I always ignore their feelings? They just wanted to watch me grow up slowly, but my wings began to harden and fly away slowly. I feel guilty when I think about it ... maybe really, I should visit them more.

I went on rummaging and saw two pieces of bread and an umbrella. I knew at a glance that my mother put it there. Since I went to kindergarten, my mother has always secretly put two pieces of bread in my schoolbag. When I am tired of playing or hungry, there are always two soft and delicious breads falling from the sky in my schoolbag. At that time, I always thought it was the fairy sister. It's funny to think about it. As we all know, this has become her habit, and I can't get rid of it.

Let's take a look at this colorful umbrella again. I must have heard that it's going to rain these days and sneaked in! I seldom pay attention to the weather, and I always don't know when to bring an umbrella, so I simply don't worry about the weather, so my mother will worry again. I also told her this, telling her that I have grown up and I can do many things myself, and telling her not to be so tired, but she always smiled and said, "Nothing, I'm used to it, but I'm not used to it when I stop ..." I really feel so happy and my family is so warm. ...

After finishing my schoolbag, I looked at these things that mean a lot to me. I smiled slowly, carefully put away all the love of my family and friends, then closed my schoolbag and walked out of the house all the way to the sun. ......

Story composition in the schoolbag 6 Open the treasure box of three-year memory. Then I saw the schoolbag that accompanied me in primary school for three years. Although it is an old schoolbag, it is well preserved.

I opened it out of curiosity. Then I dropped a guarantee from that schoolbag. At that moment, I seemed to follow it back to a recess three years ago.

At that time, as usual, I collected a lot of delicious food from my schoolbag and shared it with my best friend "Little Mushroom". Just as we were getting carried away with the food, suddenly a black shadow flashed by, and then we heard a tragic cry: "Oh, dear! It hurts! " Before the little mushroom recovered, I fell heavily on the ground, when the little mushroom rushed over and said, "Are you okay?"? Do you want to go to the infirmary? I smiled and said, "Nothing. I just twisted my foot. " The little mushroom said angrily, "Who? No eyes! "Then a boy came running;" I did it, what happened! "He said rightfully," you want to teach me a lesson at such a young age. "I can't do it!" At this moment, I saw the little mushroom pick up a schoolbag and throw it at him. As soon as the boy saw it, he immediately begged for mercy: "I was just joking, I'm really sorry." The little mushroom looked at him sincerely: "All right then. As long as you write a letter of guarantee, you will never bully anyone again. Then I won't tell the teacher. " And that guarantee has become an eternal memory in this schoolbag.

Then, another pen fell out of the bag. I traced this pen back to three years ago. It was Christmas and I was doing my homework in the mushroom house when suddenly a box appeared in front of me. I opened it and said, "Surprise! Merry Christmas to you! " Cried the little mushroom. Limited edition pen. I know you want it very much, so I gave it to you as a Christmas present.

The schoolbag is full of fond memories of primary school. It preserves the friendship of truth, goodness and beauty, and has been buried in the depths of the soul for a long time, with endless aftertaste.

Story composition in the schoolbag 7 In our study career, the schoolbag is our most sincere friend, and it is full of many memories. The schoolbag is the home of stationery, so that stationery people can rest comfortably; The schoolbag is also an ocean of knowledge, which is filled with textbooks of many subjects; The schoolbag is also a bridge between us and our parents, bearing their love for us. For example, that time ...

"Daughter, get up!" My mother shouted at me at the top of her voice downstairs. "I know, I know." I answered her helplessly and went downstairs after washing in a flurry. When I walked down the steps, I suddenly remembered, "Oh, my God! I will endorse it yesterday! "

I walked down the steps in three steps and ran to the study to make up the task of endorsement.

The voice of approval echoed in the study. Hearing this, my mother came out of the kitchen and asked me, "Did you forget to endorse yesterday?" I answered my mother like an endorsement: "Mom, I won't eat!" "

I only heard the constant clash of pots and pans in the kitchen. Finally, before school time, I finally stuttered, but my schoolbag was gone. I was in a hurry and shouted anxiously, "Mom, mom, have you seen my schoolbag?"

Mother came out of the kitchen with her schoolbag on her back. I grabbed my schoolbag and said, "Oh, what are you doing with my schoolbag in the kitchen?" While walking out, I picked up my schoolbag, got on my bike and ran to school.

As soon as I sat in my seat, I opened my schoolbag, and a small lunch box stretched out, which said, "Be good, don't be hungry, you can't eat breakfast!" " "There is a box of hot milk next to it. I can't help but feel that my nose is sour and tears always want to jump out of my eyes. " No wonder my mother came out of the kitchen with a schoolbag on her back. It turned out to be a meal for me! "My heart is warm.

This schoolbag bears my mother's deep love for me and includes my mother's expectations for me. The story in this schoolbag is very warm!

Story composition in the schoolbag 8 Xiaoyu won the first prize in the composition competition. She put the certificate on the wall and put the shiny medal in her bag. All kinds of stationery want to wear this medal when they see it, so they argue.

First of all, there appeared the pencil case eldest brother BLACKPINK. Wearing a silver helmet and armor, he proudly said, "I made the greatest contribution." Without me, I don't know where those pencils, erasers and pencil sharpeners would go. " How does a young master write a composition? "

Miss rubber, who loves beauty, cried and said, "Woohoo, my role is the greatest." Look at me. In order to correct the typo, I was all dirty. Without my young master, how can I correct her mistake? "

Brother Pencil Sharpener was very unhappy when he heard the eraser. He said indignantly, "Compared with me, what is your little contribution?" It wasn't me when the pencil was thick and broken. Did I stand up? In order to sharpen pencils, I eat pencil lead every day, which makes me choke! "Mr. Pencil is also very excited at this time. He held out his chest and said, "What is my greatest contribution? "? Without me, what would young master use to write a composition? Look how short I am, so that the young master can write a good composition! "

All kinds of stationery in the schoolbag compete with each other. Just then, a small hand took the gold medal away, and the pencil was anxious: "Who is it?" who is it? Who took my medal? "Uncle schoolbag said," little master took it. This gold medal should belong to the young master. Without his efforts, how could there be today's medals? " After listening to the schoolbag, the stationery people bowed their heads in shame. They said with one voice, "We know that we will treat the young master well in the future.

A long time ago, A Tong, the owner of the schoolbag, put only one book-Chinese in his beloved schoolbag. One day, the Chinese book said to A Tong, "Why am I the only one in the schoolbag? Empty and strange. " Later, A Tong found mathematics and kept company with Chinese. Then morality and science joined in. Suddenly, A Tong's schoolbag became lively. In this way, they lived in peace for many years.

On Monday morning, A Tong went to school with his beloved schoolbag on his back as usual. Walking on the road, A Tong heard someone arguing behind his back, turned around and found nothing. Arrived at school. Put down the bag, and there was a quarrel in the drawer. A Tong opened his schoolbag and suddenly became blindsided, only to see spit and noise inside.

Chinese said: "I have the most knowledge in my schoolbag, and I am the most important to my master."

Mathematics is not to be outdone, saying, "I am the most indispensable person in a master's life."

Morality says, "Don't say anything. Do you know my relationship with my master? "

I don't know.

"I have the ideological quality and moral quality of being a man." If I don't remind my master every day, he will get lost. "

Science finally casually said, "Don't argue."

"You say, what is the most important in today's society and what represents progress?"

"Do you still use it? Technology. " Nowadays, social science and technology are the most important, especially advanced technology. "

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A child laborer interrupted their argument. "Be quiet, the teacher is coming." There is instant peace and meditation in the schoolbag.

Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, walked into the classroom.

"Today, let's talk about what qualities and abilities a qualified primary school student should have." Finally, Mr. Zhang said that comprehensive quality is the most important thing, so we should offer various scientific subjects, and the knowledge of each subject is very important to us and indispensable.

From then on, there was no quarrel in A Tong's schoolbag.

Story composition in schoolbag 10 A small schoolbag has accompanied me for many years and witnessed many touching moments. ...

In junior high school, the equipment in the school gradually increased. Each classroom has its own water dispenser, so there is still a long queue to get water without going to one place. Many people are rushing to get water, and there is always warm water in my schoolbag. But I seldom drink it. Every time my mother sees this full cup, she can't help but frown and say, "You should drink more water instead of drinking all the time. Drinking more water is good for your health." I answered vaguely. Then he said to his mother, "Mom, there is a water dispenser in our school. You don't have to help me prepare water. I can pour it myself. " Mother didn't answer me anything, and turned to the kitchen to continue working.

But the next day, my cup was still full of warm water. When I got home, I asked my mother doubtfully, "Mom, there is water at school. I can pour it myself. I don't need your help to prepare. " This time my mother didn't just turn around and didn't answer my question. Instead, he looked at me and said softly, "The water in the water dispenser is very cheap. Drinking too much is not good for your health, nor is it hygienic. It is better to have water at home. For your health, I will help you prepare. " My mother's words touched my heart, making my heart tremble and tears rolling in my eyes, but I tried not to let it stay. I don't want my mother to see my weak side. I just want to be a strong child in front of my mother.

There is a problem that has been bothering me for a long time. Why is the water in my cup always warm? One day, I got up early to find out. After I crept to the corner, I saw my mother with the window open and two bowls alternately catching cold water. I can't stand the tears any longer, they fill my cheeks. ...

A schoolbag, such an ordinary thing, is full of maternal love, and there are many stories in it. ...

Story composition in the schoolbag 1 1 "My contribution is the greatest!"

"No, I have the greatest credit!" ……

The endless quarrel broke the silence of the night. Listen carefully, oh-it turns out that the residents in the bag are discussing who has the greatest credit.

"Hey, guys, who do you think is the biggest contributor? Do you want to compare? " The beautiful automatic heroine suggested.

"Come on, come on!" The letterhead said in unison.

Miss automatic lead took the lead in speaking: "my contribution is the greatest." My master uses me to write on paper every day. How smooth it is to write with me! " So I have the greatest credit. "Miss automatic lead clap breast, triumphant.

"Cut." Mr. Rubber in Dundun said disdainfully, "What are you?" Without me, what did the master use to erase the typo? Is my credit the best? "

"My credit is great."

"I have the greatest credit." ……

"What? What are you? "

Just as they were arguing, the ballpoint pen on the side said, "Don't say anything. Now that my teacher is in the sixth grade, I am used more and more frequently. Sooner or later, you will be eliminated by my master. In this way, my contribution is the greatest. "

After listening to their argument, the stationery bag couldn't help being proud. It held its head higher than the sky: "Tut tut-you have the face to say that you are so capable, and finally you have to lie down in my stomach and let me protect you." If I let any of you leave this warm home, what are you? I did the most credit. "Stationery bag said dismissively.

The stationery man argued endlessly, waking up the sleeping bag sister. Sister Bao saw them arguing about who had the most credit. She shook her head helplessly, but said earnestly, "Don't argue, everyone has equal credit. Little master can't live without any of you. We should unite and let the young master have a complete set of stationery. "

After listening to Bao Jie's words, the stationery people were all flushed, ashamed of their arrogance just now, and silently bowed their heads.

Story composition in schoolbag 12 It's late at night. A schoolbag is lying in the corner. It wants to sleep, but its stomach is really noisy.

"It's mine, it's mine." This voice has been echoing in the ear of the schoolbag. What's going on here? It turned out that the owner put a glass ball in his schoolbag. Stationery and schoolbag compete for the ball.

"I should play first," said Brother Pencil. "Without me, the master can't write. My contribution is the biggest, so I will play first. "

"I should play first," said Sister Rubber. "Without me, the elder brother of the pencil can't erase his mistakes. I have a lot of credit, so I will fight first. "

"No, no, I have to call first." The ruler said, "Without me, the master can't draw beautiful images. My contribution is the biggest. I'll play first. "

The pencil-box said, "Without me, you have no place to sleep. I should play first. "

The book said in unison: "Without us, the master can't learn profound knowledge, so let's play first."

In this way, they quarreled again, their faces were red and their schoolbags were almost dizzy.

"Stop."

A voice came out. It turned out to be a schoolbag. It is so sleepy that it wants to sleep.

"Isn't it because of a glass ball? As for the quarrel, I just saw the host buy a big box of glass balls the other day. Maybe they will all be put here tomorrow. Then take as much as you want. There is no need to argue now. You should stick together. You can't lose too much because of small things. Everyone deserves to be big and small. This is an inseparable family, you know? " The words of the schoolbag embarrassed everyone and bowed their heads.

The next day, the host really put a big box of glass balls in the schoolbag to make everyone enjoy themselves.

Story composition in schoolbag 13 There is a brown box in my closet, which contains my baby-my father's childhood things, including a very eye-catching cloth schoolbag. It is striking because it is broken, completely broken. It not only has many patches on its body, but also loses its luster. Even its strap is broken and its color is ruined.

For more than ten years, this cloth bag has been treasured by my father in the box. I really don't understand why dad still keeps such a schoolbag. But then I realized ...

It turned out that when the family was not rich, my grandmother gave birth to five children and my father was the fourth. Five children can't even eat white rice, let alone have a new book bag at school. The word new schoolbag is too far away for them, and I'm afraid it can only be realized in a dream. When my father was in junior high school, in the cold winter, he had to walk 5 kilometers from his hometown to Qinyu, and he had to hold a book, and his hands were almost unconscious with cold. This makes grandparents see it in their eyes and hurts in their hearts! They really want to buy a schoolbag for their father, but the family economic situation does not allow them to do so. But in the end, they bought a brand-new cloth bag for their father. Dad stayed up all night excited. Afterwards, my father learned that this new schoolbag was bought by my grandparents for a week. A week! Meals for seven people! This is a lot of money for dad's family. After knowing this, my father shed tears.

Now, the schoolbag has undergone earth-shaking changes. Not only are there many varieties, patterns and functions. A rustic schoolbag like this is free, and no one wants it. But for dad, this cloth bag is unusual, because it not only embodies the love of grandparents, but also bears witness to the 30 years of reform and opening up. Every patch on my body reflects the bitterness of that history.

The story composition 14 in the schoolbag is waiting. On a sunny afternoon, I poured a cup of tea. In front of a yard filled with gardenia fragrance, I listened to the landscape to tell you that the secret hidden in my heart is also the story in my schoolbag.

It was a pure white cloth bag, without colorful, dazzling pictures and gorgeous decorations. Only in that most inconspicuous place, there is an ugly gardenia embroidered with an oblique embroidered word "dust", which I wrote to that person, deep in my heart. Gently lift the schoolbag, put it on the table, and carefully unzip it. Well, there are very few things, only two philosophies, a pen and an album full of memories of you and me. Open the photo album, full and heavy, which is the record of our memories: climbing the mountain for the first time; A short trip for only two people; Go to see the sea together in the rainy season; Go to the northeast to enjoy the snow; Let's go to Starbucks for coffee. In fact, coffee is bitter, astringent and not good at all, but even the bitterness has become sweet because you are around! In fact, in just two years, we have left so many memories between us, and I am very satisfied. ...

Open the interlayer of the schoolbag, and there is a small U disk lying quietly inside. The picture above is very simple: two girls, holding hands, strolling on the beach, behind them, two clear footprints, deep or shallow, are quietly arranged, as if they can always reach the end of the world, and the wind is still blowing; The waves gently beat against the coast, stirring up layers of spray ... their figures drifted away, but never dispersed. ...

I'm looking forward to your surprise when you open the flash drive. It's full of your favorite things, including songs, poems, paintings and some words you wrote when you were young and frivolous. Maybe a little melodramatic. ...

In the last document of the USB flash drive, it is that song, your favorite song and my favorite song; Where will you be in a thousand years? What kind of scenery are there around you? If time and space change, I hope to remember your eyes ... the story between us is not beautiful, but it is so hard to forget!

The mountains are high and the water is long, and the dust is a souvenir. This thing is for Qing to remember the fleeting time.

Story composition in the schoolbag 15 There is an exquisite fruit box in the schoolbag, which embodies my mother's care and love for me; There are books with wrinkles in the bag, telling my desire for knowledge; There is a worn notebook in my schoolbag, which records my growth. There is everything in the schoolbag, which contains all the stories of my growth.

When I opened my schoolbag, the first thing I saw was a delicate fruit box filled with delicious fruits. I know, that's what my mother made for me when she got up early. It contains my mother's hard work and concern. Those different fruits represent every wrinkle on my mother's face and every gray hair on her head. My mother has done more for me than anyone else. Even the humble fruit box, my mother dressed me up very beautifully and exquisitely.

When I opened my schoolbag, I saw the shabby Chinese book. I used to know only me, but I didn't know him Now I understand completely. Whose credit is this? Teachers, of course. The teacher taught me to read, word by word, but have we ever thanked them? The only thing we can repay is the award, which is our contribution, but it is far from enough compared with what the teacher has paid for us.

When I opened my schoolbag, an old notebook appeared in front of my eyes with my name written on it. When I opened it, my friends' names were recorded in it, and I will never forget them. Besides, I still keep some of my little secrets. Now it's time to reveal my little secret, but on second thought, it's better to be late!

The schoolbag is full of children's ignorance, teenagers' youth, parents' expectations, teachers' teachings and partners' calls. This piece of paper, word for word, evokes memories of childhood and hopes of youth. I believe that everything in the schoolbag will always accompany you and me and continue to compose colorful movements in our growing years.