My desk

At the same table, she is tall and has no eye-catching places, but she has a golden heart. She is my same table - Li Yan.

On the second day of the semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first I didn't care, a yellow-haired girl, how can it compare with my handsome man.

The next day, when I was in school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my language documents because I was playing on the playground. I am anxious like an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of a semester is a language lesson. Now that the language is lost, what can I do?

Early in class, I stood at the desk and stared at the blackboard. At this time, what seemed to be found at the same table, reached out to the hand of friendship, and asked with concern: "What is it?" Let's talk about it? A hard man, shame! Don't you talk about it? Also bored in my heart. Count it! When she is a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, the language documents are lost!" "Nothing?" The other side showed a surprised look. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again, over and over again. The ghost knows what medicine to sell in the gourd. She hesitated for a while and handed the book to me: "The book is for you. You can't talk about it in the future." What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears. I used to look down on the yellow-haired girl. "What...what, give me, what can you do...how?" I squeezed a few words in a long time. "It doesn't matter, I have a way." "What about today?" "That's a look." "So we both started to read early."

After finishing the last lesson, I stuffed the book into her schoolbag. However, after returning home, I opened the schoolbag, but the language documents were laid in the bag, and my eyes were wet.

She read early the next day, and she was reading an old book. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn, the corner of the page turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I changed her book with her, but she disagreed.

At noon, I found out what she was copying on the table. Strange, no homework in the morning? She is doing a good job. I walked over, yeah! She is copying two missing texts there. When she read the book, she copied it on the white paper of the size of the page. The words that came into my ear were the words of "shasha". The words that appeared in front of me were neat and tidy. Tired, she rubbed her arm and then concentrated on it. I was a little bit sloppy and decided to take a photocopy, but she refused. After copying it, she took out the paste and glued the paper, and sewed it with a needle.

"叮铃铃..." After class, she picked up the old book and listened carefully to the class. For a moment, my throat was blocked by the strong emotions that my heart stirred up. I was moved by the love of this classmate, and I took out the tears of happiness and pride.

Sixth grade: Yingzi