On a very sunny morning, Xiao Ming got up much later than usual. Facing the class time, he didn't expect the teacher to tell his students to buy a pen. He hurried out of the house,
And hurried to buy a pen.
Xiaoming picked out a collector's purple pen in the stationery store. After arriving at school, Xiaoming proudly took out his pen and said loudly to the class, "Look! I have a precious pen!
Beautiful? "
The first class began, and Xiao Ming thought, Well, such a beautiful pen, I'd better put it in the pencil box. In about twenty minutes' class, the teacher asked the students to write important parts.
The hook on the book, Xiao Ming subconsciously went to get a new pen, but the pen disappeared like evaporation! Xiao Ming was sweating with anxiety, and he was looking for the table and the table.
Inadvertently, Xiaoming patted Xiaogang's desk: "Oh, my God, my pen is in it!" " Xiaoming was surprised to see Xiaogang doing his homework with a pen in his hand. Xiao Ming thought: I must put it on.
Put the pen back after class.
After school, Xiao Ming went to the office and asked the teacher to pull the reason of Xiao Gang angrily. After Xiao Ming spoke, the teacher said to Xiao Gang, "Xiao Gang, return the pen quickly."
Xiaoming. "Before Xiao Gang could tell the teacher clearly, Xiao Ming picked up a pen.
During the second lecture, Xiaogang was very sad, and tears pattered on the book. Xiaoming took out his Chinese book and found his pen in the book folder, Xiaoming.
Thought: How could I misunderstand Xiaogang? What should I say to him after class is over?
Finally, in the second class, Xiao Ming blushed shyly, returned the pen to Xiao Gang and said, "Xiao Gang, I'm sorry I made a mistake. My pen and your pen, and my pen are here.
Books. "Xiao Gang said," Don't worry, it's just changed. We are still friends. Xiao Ming said, "I must get rid of this bad habit." "
One crisp autumn morning, Xiao Ming got up much later than usual, and it was almost time for class, only to remember that the teacher said that he wanted his classmates to buy a pen. He hurried out of the house to buy a pen.
Xiaoming went to the stationery store and chose a rare purple pen. When he got to school, Xiao Ming proudly took out his pen and said loudly to the class. Look! I collect a lot of pens! Beautiful, right?
The first class began, and Xiao Ming thought, well, I'd better put such a beautiful pen in the pencil box. After about twenty minutes of class, the teacher asked the students to tick off the important parts of the book with a pen. Xiao Ming subconsciously went to get a new pen, but it seemed that into thin air had lost it.
Without a trace! Xiao Ming was sweating all over, looking everywhere on and under the table. Inadvertently, Xiaoming glanced at Xiaogang's desk: Oh, my God, where's my pen! Xiaoming was surprised to see Xiaogang doing his homework with a pen in his hand. Xiao Ming thinks that I must get my pen back after class.
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After class, Xiaoming angrily dragged Xiaogang to the office for the teacher to judge. After listening to Xiaoming's story, the teacher said to Xiaogang. Xiao Gang, return the pen to Xiao Ming quickly. ? Xiaogang took the pen away before he could explain it clearly to the teacher.
In the second class, Xiaogang was very sad and burst into tears. Pop music? Pop music? Put it on the book. Xiaoming just took out his Chinese book and found his pen in it. Xiao Ming thought: How could I misunderstand Xiao Gang? What should I say to him after class?
Finally, after the second class, Xiaoming blushed and shyly returned the pen to Xiaogang, saying, Xiaogang, I'm sorry, I wrote it wrong. My pen is the same as yours. My pen is sandwiched in the book. ? Xiaogang said:? It's okay. Just change it. We are still good friends.
? Xiao Ming said:? I will definitely get rid of this bad habit. ?
Mother dragged her tired body out to buy food as usual.
After a while, the original shade came down, and the sunny sky suddenly changed face in an instant. Dark clouds filled the sky and thunder roared. "Brush", the rain is like a
The broken bead fell straight down. Raindrops hit the window. I was doing my homework at home. After hearing the noise, I hurried out and thought, Oh, no, mom forgot to take my umbrella, didn't she?
Must have been drenched. If a mother with this disease catches a cold, it will be bad. Anxious, my nose is sour and tears roll down like out of control. when I
Worried, the door opened. My mother stood at the door dripping wet and saw me crying. She scolded me indiscriminately: "What are you crying about?"! Isn't it raining? As for scaring you like this? " I saw mine.
My mother misunderstood me, so I quickly explained: "I ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… this
Rain is a common occurrence, and it's not unheard of. Why cry? It depends on what you can stand. "alas! Really a family! I'll write the composition.
A few days later, my mother apologized to me and said, "I'm sorry, daughter." A few days ago, my mother thought you were afraid to cry because of the rain, but I didn't expect you to be either.
I'm worried that my mother has a cold, so ... daughter, my mother misunderstood you. Please forgive me. "Say that finish, tears poured out like running water. Initially, at
My mother came across my composition when she was checking my homework.
Mother dragged her tired body to buy food as usual.
After a while, the clear sky suddenly darkened my face. In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder was sensational and deafening. ? Brush? With a loud noise, the downpour fell like broken beads. Raindrops hit the window. I was doing my homework at home. After hearing the noise, I ran out to think.
Gee, mom forgot her umbrella. She will definitely get wet. Mother is still ill. If she catches a cold, that's too bad. In anxiety, my nose hurts and tears roll down like out of control. I was in a hurry when the door opened. Mother stood at the door dripping wet.
Mouth, when you see me crying, you curse: Why are you crying? Is it not raining? As for being so scared? As soon as I saw that my mother misunderstood me, I quickly explained: me? No? Before I finished, my mother interrupted me angrily.
Whisper:? How dare you quibble! It has been raining, but it is not unheard of. Why are you crying? Look at your bear. ? Alas! It's really a hundred schools of thought! In a rage, I wrote this composition.
A few days later, my mother actually apologized to me. My mother said, I'm sorry, daughter. A few days ago, my mother mistakenly thought that you were crying because of the rain, but I didn't expect you to cry because you were worried about your mother's cold. Daughter, mom misunderstood you. Please forgive me. ? Say that finish, tears.
The water poured out. It turned out that my mother accidentally found my composition when she was checking my homework.