My desk

I have a table, I hate him because he is a poor student. But one thing made me change my opinion about him. I can't forget this, and I can't forget the poor quality. My same table, Shandong Province, Yucheng County, the fifth grade of the fifth class of Zouyang I have a table, I hate him because he is a poor student. But one thing made me change my opinion about him. It was an afternoon, and the teacher asked us to bring pictures, brushes and paints to take us to sketch. When I arrived at the school, I suddenly remembered that there was no paint. After this was over, there was no time to go home. I am anxious like an ant on a hot pot. When I saw this in the same table, I asked me, "What happened to you?" "My material was forgotten." "Don't worry, I will lend my materials to you." "What do you do?" Criticize me even if you are, but you are a study committee member. If the teacher criticizes you, the people in the class will look down on you." I am a bit shy, thinking that I used to ignore him before, but it really made me feel uncomfortable. I started to write, and the teacher asked: "Is there any classmates who have no materials, please raise your hand." My desk raised my hand. The teacher was furious: "Why are you always against me?" I was cold and my face was hot. I can't forget this, and I can't forget the poor quality.

My desk

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