⑴ A 400-word essay on my deskmate who loves to read ghost stories

She is short and not eye-catching, but she has a heart like gold. She is my deskmate——xxx.

On the second day of school this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. I didn't care at first. How could a yellow-haired girl compare to the manly man I am?

The next day, when school was over in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book while playing on the playground. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of a semester is Chinese classes. Now I have lost my Chinese books, what should I do?

In morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. At this time, my deskmate seemed to have discovered something. He extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern: "What's the matter?" Tell me? What a tough man, shame on you! Don't tell me? Feeling depressed again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" "Nothing?" The other party looked surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. Who knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a while and then handed the book to me: "Here's the book for you. Don't be careless in the future." What, give it to me? I couldn't believe my ears. The yellow-haired girl I always looked down on could actually say this. "What...what, give it to me, what...what should you do?" It took me a long time to squeeze out a few words. "It doesn't matter, I have a way." "What should we do today?" "Then let's watch together." "So the two of us started reading seriously.

After the last class, I quietly stuffed the book into her schoolbag. However, when I got home, I opened the schoolbag, but the Chinese book was not there. Lying in the schoolbag, my eyes were moist.

The next morning, she was reading an old book. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn. The upper corners of the pages were turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged them with her for new books, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I found her copying on the table. What? It’s weird, there’s no homework this morning? She’s doing something stupid. I walked over and she was copying two missing texts from the book. The sound of writing came to my ears, and what appeared in front of me were neat and elegant lines. When she was tired, she shook her arms, and then she concentrated on copying. She decided to take it for photocopying, but she politely declined. After copying it, she took out the paste and glued it on the paper, and sewed it up stitch by stitch.

"Ding ding ding..." After class, she picked up the old book and listened carefully. For a moment, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings in my heart. I was moved by the love of my classmates and burst into tears of happiness and pride.

2. When school first started, my deskmate was a lively and cute little girl with poor academic performance. Sitting next to her, I felt no pressure or worries, and my life was quite comfortable. But the good times didn't last long. This "easy chair" only had a problem for half a semester. Because the monitor's right hand was broken, the old classmate asked her to sit next to me and asked me to help her.

The first day I was at the same desk as the monitor was pretty good, except that my hand suffered a bit - because the monitor had a broken right hand, I had to copy two copies of notes, do double homework, pick up two snacks, and collect two schoolbags. . The monitor only had a smile on her face and looked at me with apologetic eyes, asking me to hold on a little longer and treat me to KFC when she was ready. After a few days like this, I actually forgot that I was sitting next to me. I became the monitor, maybe because I was too busy, maybe because the monitor didn’t have any "official accent"!

However, a question from the biology teacher made me feel pressured and hit.

In that biology class, after the teacher finished the class, he asked us who the monitor was. The biology teacher who was sitting next to me stood up slowly, looked at her, and then smiled. She nodded and motioned to the monitor to sit down. Obviously, the teacher didn't notice that she had a broken bone because the monitor concealed it well.

It was nothing at first, but the biology teacher suddenly stopped smiling and said to me seriously: "I have to learn from others!" I seemed to have been hit in the head, and I was stunned for a few seconds before I finally realized: it must be the biology teacher who has tricked me. Think of it as a poor student who was helped by the monitor. I nodded stiffly. The teacher turned around and left, and the monitor looked at me and smiled proudly...

After this incident, I began to be cold to the monitor. I often ignored her requests for help, and I also showed signs of failure when doing homework. Extreme dissatisfaction. However, at this time, the monitor's hand could already write, but she could not write for too long, but it was obvious that the monitor rarely asked me to help her anymore. I suddenly felt empty in my heart and felt a little sorry, but the squad leader's "true face" gradually emerged bit by bit.

During a lunch break, I finished my homework and took out a literary magazine from my schoolbag out of boredom. Before I even turned to the first page, the monitor’s dissatisfied voice sounded in my ears: “You can’t read it. Extracurricular book!" I was very unhappy at the time and turned the page reluctantly, not bothering to explain to her how high the literary value of this book was. Unexpectedly, she turned against me and immediately deducted one point from my performance score. I was so angry that I started to quarrel with her. Now we became "enemies at the same table".

After that, voices like this often came from around me: "No talking!" "Hey, no other homework!" "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" There were even: " Can't you eat well?" "How many times do you have to braid your hair a day?" I said something back to her unceremoniously, so we often had a small quarrel every day and a big quarrel every three days, with very serious consequences. My performance score also failed to get full marks for three consecutive weeks, breaking the record since the beginning of school. I complained to my parents after I got home, but they only asked me: "Is there anything wrong with what she said?" Yes, in retrospect, although my class monitor and deskmate were more lenient, but what did she say? Isn't that right? Now calm down and think about it, if it weren't for her, would I be able to complete my homework so quickly? If it weren't for her, would my classroom efficiency improve so quickly? The monitor became my deskmate, which really gave me A lot of progress, what reason do I have to blame her?

This is my monitor, a deskmate who makes me have mixed feelings!

3. My deskmate is a A girl with pretty features and a carefree attitude. When I am with her every day, I feel extremely happy. Because her sense of humor puts everyone around her in a good mood.

My deskmate is named xxx. She is smart and generous.

I remember that day, the teacher asked us to do "Political Class Assignment". I was doing my homework. Hey, where were the answers to politicians in the book? I looked here and there, but there was no sign of it. At this time, I was like an ant on a hot pot, running around anxiously, not knowing what to do. "What's wrong with you?" xxx asked kindly. "My...my...political answer is missing." I hesitated and said, "The teacher said it must be submitted before get out of class is over, what should I do?" After hearing this, xxx pondered for a while, and she suddenly patted me on the shoulder and said: " I'll put the answer in the middle and we can copy it!" I nodded. I don’t know when, xxx has slowly moved the answer to my side. After watching this scene, a feeling of admiration arose in my heart. Because I was impressed by her willingness to help others.

Yesterday, in math class, I didn’t bring a pencil and couldn’t draw. My deskmate xxx saw me sitting there motionless, as if she understood something. She put the brand new pencil in my hand and said to me affectionately: "Hurry up and draw!" I nodded excitedly and started. Draw carefully. Unknowingly, I glanced at her notebook and, Oh my God! She actually drew with a water-based pen. Wasn't she afraid of the teacher's criticism? I remember the teacher once said that drawing with water-based pens is not allowed. I immediately understood that she had lent me the pencil, so she drew the picture with a water-based pen. At that time, I felt an inexplicable gratitude in my heart and felt a warm current flowing through my body.

My deskmate is such a person. I hope our friendship will last forever and never run out. Because she is a person worth learning from.

⑵ Composition on the troubles after listening to a ghost story

I listened to a ghost story the day before yesterday, which scared me to death. This ghost story was too scary. That day, I felt very uneasy, thinking: Will the ghost come to me? Just like that, I couldn't sleep. The next day, I remembered the ghost story again, (⊙ o ⊙)! I thought a ghost was coming, but when I looked up, I saw it was my brother. My brother picked me up and said, Beibei, what's wrong with you? I broke away from his arms, and later, I passed out. When I woke up, it was midnight, and I saw a woman coming. I thought a ghost was really coming, so I passed out. . . . . . . A few days later, when I opened my eyes and saw my brother's anxious eyes, I cried. My brother said, "What's wrong with you, Beibei?" . . The ghost came and I passed out. My brother was busy with this for a week. I said, it's all your fault, give me a ghost story training class

⑶ My favorite ghost story essay 800

"Pangu Created the World" is about In ancient times, the heaven and earth were in chaos, just like a big egg, and the heaven and earth were still connected together. At this moment, a great giant finally woke up after sleeping for an unknown length of time. When he woke up, he saw that the world was in chaos and darkness. He felt very angry. He grabbed an ax from somewhere and used all his strength to In one round, there was only a "click" sound, and the world was opened by him. The light and white things continued to rise and became the blue sky, while the heavy and turbid things continued to fall and became the earth. From then on, the universe was divided into heaven and earth. Pangu had the blue sky above his head and stepped on the earth. He grew ten feet taller, and the heaven and earth also grew ten feet taller. In this way, another eighteen thousand years passed. The sky became extremely high, and the earth became extremely high. Thick, Pangu also became a giant 90,000 miles long. After many years, the sky and the earth were long and strong, but Pangu was also exhausted. He fell down like a mountain, and his left eye turned into a radiant sun. , his right eye turned into a bright and bright moon, his body turned into towering mountains and rivers, his blood turned into endless rivers and lakes, and his muscles turned into fertile fertile fields...

The reasons why I like this myth and legend are as follows:

1. I like all the good words and sentences in this myth, such as the description of Pangu’s physical changes after his death, which makes people daydream.

2. I like Pangu’s courage to try and innovate, such as Pangu’s courage to split the world.

3. I like Pangu’s quality of benefiting future generations. He stood between heaven and earth for eighteen thousand years regardless of various difficulties.

4. I also like Pangu’s spirit of sacrifice. For example, Pangu strengthened the world, but he died, and his body after death turned into various things that were beneficial to people

⑷ That time I really (wrote a ghost story) essay title

Zhang Zhen, actually did not die 1. The incident: The first "death news" about Mr. Zhang Zhen starts in 2000. The arrival of the new century has brought "Chang Chen Storytelling" to a new level. Horror works such as "Please Don't Draw My Face", "White Snowflakes", and "Midnight Sound" have given this horror producer At the same time, a piece of news more terrifying than "Zhang Zhen Tells Stories" spread among the readers of a newspaper in Shenyang and Zhang Zhen's audience, "Do you know? Zhang Zhen died, frightened by the horror stories he made. Died." When the news came out, Zhang Zhen and his family and friends received many inquiries and condolence calls, and many listeners called the radio station with grief to express their condolences to Mr. Zhang Zhen. After Zhang Zhen comforted his relatives and friends, he teamed up with a lawyer to take the newspaper to court. After mediation and the other party's apology in the newspaper, the matter was finally settled. Mr. Zhang Zhen, who is still alive today, was once again "dead" in March this year. The death version was: "During the production of the story, Zhang Zhen suffered a heart attack due to the extremely horrific content and died of fright on the spot." This news was reported in It was rumored among many students that Zhang Zhen received many emails sincerely expressing his condolences for Zhang Zhen, which really made him dumbfounded.

Now through this article, Mr. Zhang Zhen hereby declares: "I am still alive and healthy, and the "Zhang Zhen Storytelling" I created will also fly to your window on a dark and windy night on the wings of terror, and listen. Your screams. Hahaha!" 2. Introduction to Zhang Zhen: Zhang Zhen was born in Shenyang on November 11, 1973. He launched the "Zhang Zhen Storytelling" program in March 1997 and hosted the Liaoning People's Broadcasting Company on September 28, 1998. The radio program "Zhang Zhen Time" has created and released a large number of high-quality horror stories since 1999, which has become popular in colleges and universities north of the Yangtze River. Zhang Zhen has always been on both television and radio, but he no longer tells ghost stories! On December 26, 2008, when Zhang Zhen had been engaged in creating audio horror stories for 10 years, Zhang Zhen released his first novel published by Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House - -"Out of Control" uses words to create a thrilling atmosphere. There were rumors on the Internet that Chang Chen was frightened to death by the ghost stories he told. Some time ago, he appeared at the launch of his new book in Beijing, and the rumors were disproven. 3. Comprehensive evaluation "Chang Chen Tells Stories" is currently the only brand of horror audio works in China. From creation to recording to post-synthesis, the works are all completed by Zhang Zhen himself, and 7 versions of albums have been published. It has a high awareness rate and popularity among many young people, especially students. The reason why "Chang Chen Tells Stories" was able to invade Beijing and go nationwide was all thanks to piracy. Even now, in some video stores in Beijing, if you ask if they have "Chang Chen Tells Stories", the clerk will give you pirated tapes of nearly ten episodes of "Chang Chen Tells Stories". "Chang Chen Storytelling" released its first album in 1998. On the day of the signing, the scene was quite spectacular. Thousands of people were waiting at the door of the signing bookstore, looking forward to hearing the sound of terror and finding the answer behind the suspense. After the album was released, Beijing Youth Daily wrote a full-page personal interview with Zhang Zhen entitled "Encountering Terror". The article stated: "Chang Zhen Storytelling set off a small wave of Chinese horror literature." This truly made "Chang Chen Storytelling" officially enter the audiovisual world. It was in 2001 that, with the strong support and operation of manager Xiaojing, the second volume of "Chang Chen Storytelling" was finally released nationwide three years after the first album. At this point, Zhang Zhen has also officially debuted as the creator of a horror audio brand. This is an album that has a profound impact on the "Chang Chen Storytelling" brand. It is completely self-financed for production and publishing. There are only two staff members, one is Zhang Zhen who is responsible for creation, and the other is his agent who is responsible for external affairs. After the release of this album, "Chang Chen Tells Stories" successfully opened the door of Beijing's audiovisual industry, and publishing opportunities came one after another. In 2002, Zhang Zhen published the first "Zhang Zhen Storytelling" MP3 in Beijing for the first time, which was distributed nationwide and once topped the sales list of Joyo.com. At the same time, Sina.com successively launched "Chang Zhen Storytelling-Terror Wave". "National" and "Chang Chen Tells Stories - Returning Fear to You" and other reports, the Beijing News, Beijing Youth Daily and Boutique Shopping Guide also respectively discussed the phenomenon of "Chang Chen Tells Stories" in horror literature. In 2003, the second MP3 of "Chang Chen Tells Stories" was released, which included many suspense works of "Chang Chen Tells Stories"; in May 2004, the third volume and CD set of "Chang Chen Tells Stories" was released by China Broadcasting Audio and Video Publishing House Published and distributed nationwide; in August of the same year, the national mobile value-added service of "Zhang Zhen Storytelling" was also officially launched. If you go to the audio and video section of Xidan Book Building in Beijing, you will see 7 versions of horror audio albums currently published by "Zhang Zhen Storytelling". Maybe you are not familiar with "Chang Chen Tells Stories", or maybe Zhang Zhen is not very famous yet, but as long as you see the pirated album of "Chang Chen Tells Stories" that appeared in Beijing, you will know that it is one of the horror audiobooks. So for it to be so favored by pirates, its content must be quite suspenseful and terrifying. We have every reason to believe that horror literature has a huge potential market, so piracy cannot be allowed to seize the market opportunity. If you have no interest in horror literature or are intimidated by it, then you can go to Fenghuaxueyue; but if you are enthusiastic or even obsessed with horror literature, then you must be a smart and life-loving guy, because you want to solve the mystery of suspense. Bottom line, because you know that under the backdrop of horror, we will cherish life more because we see the reality clearly.

In China, original horror literature is like a road that has not yet been paved with asphalt. Many people are moving forward step by step, and Zhang Zhen is among them. He wants nothing more. He just wants you to discover wisdom and understand human nature in each horrific story. So please generously give "Chang Chen Storytelling" a listen.

⑸ Please write an essay about listening to ghost stories, about 400 words. Thank you very much.

I am bored recently, so I read long, medium, short and super short stories online. ghost story. Feeling unsatisfied, I listened to Zhang Zhen's ghost stories online, such as Last Train at Midnight, The Ring, and so on. Finally, I had a feeling: I didn’t dare to sleep or go to the toilet. ． ． And, and. ． ． I always feel like I hear some strange sounds from time to time. ． ． And, and. ． ． I always feel like something is passing by me. ． ． And, and. ． ． I always felt that someone on the right floor was looking this way, and kept looking. ． ． And, and. ． ． I always feel that I can see you, but you can't see me. ． ． But, but. ． ． I just haven’t dared to take your wallet over

⑹ Write a 600-word essay on the topic of ghost stories are not scary

Difficulties are difficult because most people can If you are not afraid of fear, you will have won the first step, and you can get rid of many people at the beginning

There will always be difficulties in life, study, and work, especially when you just start to contact new things, even if No amount of fresh *** excitement can offset that confusion

There will always be difficulties. If there were no difficulties in the world, how could one differentiate between success and failure?

It’s easy If everyone does things, then only those who have the ability can do difficult things successfully.

The meaning of our growth is to become more and more able to overcome difficulties, solve problems, and challenge our own limits

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In my opinion, success is not accidental, it is all inevitable

If you are brave and can challenge and overcome difficulties when faced with them, then your abilities will definitely be improved accordingly. , when the opportunity comes, if you dare to seize it and give up something you are willing to give up, you will definitely be more likely to get this opportunity than those who cannot overcome difficulties. On this basis, you can display your talents and spend more in private than others. Spend more time accumulating knowledge and experience, and you will only move towards glory step by step. Success is always inevitable, just because everyone's efficiency is different and the time spent is different

As a person, you must look forward and don't be short-sighted. Temporary gains and losses can wipe out your confidence. Net

Who has never failed? Who has a smooth road to success? Successful people are not without wind and rain, but they are unimpeded

Don't think about how difficult the difficulties are, but pray to God with hope: let the storm come more violently!

Think about how many opponents you have left behind after overcoming the difficulties. Your goal can always be to throw the second place far away, so that she can win for a long time in the future. Even if I sit on a rocket, I can't catch you!

Difficulty is the only way to distinguish between good and bad people.

⑺ Ghost story composition: "Ghost" came to call

[Ghost story composition: "Ghost" came to call]

Ghost story composition: "Ghost" came to call "Let's Call" Author/Shao Wenjun One night, my father and mother went out to do errands, leaving me alone at home. "Ghost" came to call. So, I searched for ghost movies on my computer, curled up in a ball, and watched them with relish! After reading it, I turned off all the lights in my house and went to bed. However, I couldn't sleep, and a female ghost kept appearing in my mind. She opened her bloody mouth with disheveled hair, and swallowed one person alive, and blood splashed everywhere! Will that female ghost come to me? You see me alone at home, small, timid, weak, easy to bully? Alas, now I am really "unable to respond to my calls to heaven and unresponsive to my calls to earth"! The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. Composition material "Ghost Story Composition: "Ghost" Calls."

"Ding Lingling——" The phone at home suddenly came to mind. I was so scared that I was trembling all over. All the ghost stories flooded into my mind at that moment. I huddled on the bed and kept shaking, not knowing what to do. Oh, it would be great if someone came to save me now. Woohoo... answer the phone, in case a ghost jumps out of the phone and swallows me up; don't answer the phone, there seems to be no ghosts in the world, it's just people playing pranks. Oh, forget it, just don’t answer it. "Ding Lingling...Ding Lingling", the damn *** rang again, and it seemed that I couldn't answer it, so I remembered that ghosts are afraid of light, so I turned on all the lights, and put another finger on my hand. I brought a kitchen knife, my heart was in my throat and my heart was pounding. I quickly picked up the phone and heard the other party say: "Are you Xinhua Hotel?" Before he could finish speaking, I hung up the phone. After going to bed, I fell asleep quickly. It turned out that there were no ghosts in the world. (Instructor: Zhang Hongtao) "Ghost Story Composition: "Ghost" Came to Call" [Ghost Story Composition: "Ghost" Came to Call] The fastest and surest way to conquer fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of , until you gain successful experience.

⑻ A composition about a little Korean girl who was punished by kneeling down. No ghost stories, thank you.

The following is my true story. My name is Yin Qin, I am a high school girl, the school beauty, and the perfect girl in everyone's eyes. I have a boyfriend named Gao Lang who I have been dating since I was a child. He is very handsome and has good academic performance. But I didn't expect that he would be so angry and hit me ***! "I was wrong! Lang! Stop fighting" I begged bitterly. "If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't remember it, right?" "Pah!" "Ah" "Pah!" "Ah" "Pah!" "Ah" "Pah!" "Ah" "Pah!" "Ah" "Pa!" "Ah" "Pa!" "Ah" "Pa!" "Ah" "Pa!" "Ah" "Pa!" "Ah" 10 times of belt baptism danced on my body accurately. Alas, aren’t you still blaming me? I recalled the past 3 hours ago... "Qin, do you want to go play? I heard there is a handsome guy!" Meng, who was in the same dormitory, called me. "Why don't you go?" But when I saw his so-called handsome guy, I was at a loss. I've been kidnapped! ! ! ! ! ! ( ⊙ o ⊙ ) Ah! "Uh-huh... (Let me go! Lang! Are you there! Come and save me!)" "Girl, you look good~~" "Uh-huh..." .(Get your dirty hands off!)" He glanced at me and went to make a phone call. "Hey, let me tell you: your lover has been kidnapped by me, hurry up and bring 20,000 yuan to ransom her, otherwise... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~~~" After a while, the door opened. . It's a wave! He's coming! "Uh huh... (Waste! Don't give him the money! It's to repay the loan!)" I was redeemed. Back home. There was the scene just now. . . . . . Switching the scene, "Do you know you're wrong?!" "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Lang, stop fighting." "Take off your ****, do you want to take it off yourself or should I do it?" I obeyed and took it off. "Be good, I'll hit you with the cane 20 more times to make you remember the lesson. Just be patient, okay?" I was tired and stopped.

⑼ Asking for an essay, ghost story

I like to listen to ghost stories very much. Of course, after listening to ghost stories, I will be a little scared.

One summer, I came to live with my cousin for a while. My cousin saw me and said, "Hey! Come here, I'll show you something good." I followed. My cousin came upstairs and pulled me into his room.

What caught my eyes were pictures and books of ghost stories. While I was looking at the pictures on the wall with great interest, my cousin took out a thick book from the bookcase. , he said to me: "Look, this is the latest collection of ghost stories. It contains the most terrifying stories. Tonight, we will tell ghost stories." I nodded happily.

At night, I came to my cousin’s room. My cousin picked up the flashlight and shined it on himself while taking out books from the bookcase. I went to bed and my cousin pulled up the curtains. I quickly started talking: "One night, an old man was walking in the corridor. Suddenly..." My cousin's tone became more and more serious. I couldn't help shivering, and I gradually became scared. My cousin continued to talk. My heart was beating loudly. After a while, when my cousin was talking about the scariest place, there was something warm on the sheets. My cousin touched it, looked at it, and smelled it. I asked doubtfully: "What smell is this?" I blushed and whispered embarrassedly: "I...I wet the bed." After hearing this, my cousin burst out laughing: "Haha! You coward, haha Haha! "

At this time, I wanted to dig a hole in the ground!

⑽ Essay on telling ghost stories

[Essay on telling ghost stories]

I have never been good at telling ghost stories, because I have to start before I scare others. I was very happy; but I have never been a good listener, because I had already imagined some scary endings when the other person was halfway through what I was saying. As a result, not only did the other person not see my frightened expression, but he also started laughing inexplicably because of me. Ghost story essay. In the end, either I thought I was brave enough, or I thought my words were not scary enough. But I was frightened once, an early autumn night two years ago. A group of friends are telling ghost stories in a bungalow in the backyard of a bar. The story will come to an end. Most of the people who should be scared have turned pale, and the storytellers are no longer so lifelike. Second grade of elementary school Composition "Telling Ghost Stories Composition". A story that happened to a girl walking at night was told in a calm narrative tone, and I listened without a trace. The ending of the story had just come out. At this time, through the glass, I saw two red lanterns outside the window, being blown by the wind and swaying on and off. Suddenly, the image of the girl seeing the street lights swaying on and off appeared in my mind. Immediately afterwards, the door of the bungalow "squeaked", and I immediately imagined the scene of the girl hearing the noise and looking over to see a ghost. I couldn't help but scream "ah". Not only did I scare myself, but everyone in the room was also scared by me. That experience made me realize: Whether telling ghost stories or listening to ghost stories, instead of making a big splash in a vivid way, it is better to exaggerate the atmosphere by telling the story. All the people who are frightened and listen to the stories are actually psychological defense lines that have been weakened by themselves. Disintegrate the channel of telling ghost stories essay 450 words essay for primary school students.