At school, I am as happy as an angel, but sometimes I cry because of a classmate.
At home, my strict mother nagged me all day, either making me do this set of papers or doing that exercise.
With the passage of time, I changed from a primary school student in grade one to a student in grade six. Those troubles came to me like a date, one after another.
"Fang Fang! Why don't you do your homework? " My mother stood in front of me and shouted. Sharp eyes staring at me. What I expected happened. I was silent for a while, and my brain was looking for an excuse to escape. "Fangfang, did you hear that!" Mother raised her voice and shouted. I suddenly had a flash of light, squinted at the wall clock and said with a cheeky smile, "It's already 9: 30, it's time for bed. I'll make it up tomorrow. " Mom's mouth twitched a few times, and a few words popped up: "I don't care, you have to make it up tonight and add another one." After listening to this heavy additional homework, I couldn't help sticking out my tongue. Helpless, I had to take out my pen and do it.
2. Write a composition My troubles 300 words My troubles The sky outside the window is gloomy, as if it is going to rain soon. My mood at the moment is the same as this weather, indecisive and bored. I have to write another composition. Looking at the topic of my composition-"My troubles", I have no inspiration. My troubles, troubles, for me, all I do is laugh and laugh, and I don't have to be forced by my parents to run around to help me. Since childhood, every time the teacher said that he would leave a composition, I was constantly worried: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write a composition? Didn't you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting at my desk, I turned my pen mechanically, complaining and thinking hard about what I was going to write. At this time, my mother came in with orange juice in her hand and looked at me with a crooked head: "What, are you worried about your composition again?" Have some juice and see if there is any inspiration. "Yes, can't write a composition is not my trouble? I finally know what to write. Let's start writing now. But how to start? " My troubles are like shells on the seashore ... "No, I don't have that many troubles." There are a few clouds floating in the sky ... "No, I'm not good at grandstanding. Looking through the selection of compositions, I found that the composition was beautiful and contained affectionate sentences, which made me even more influenced by * * *. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such a beautiful sentence? Holding my chin in my hand, the nib draws irregular lines on the manuscript paper, which is my uneasy mood. Forget it, plain is true, so I decided to take a plain route and start casually: "My worry is that I don't want to and won't write a composition ..." With the beginning, my article will be difficult to produce. Time flies like water, and I miss myself very much. But I tried my best to make my sentences appear intermittently, and my article only stayed at the level of ensuring the number of words. As night falls, a little dim light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. The moon is dotted with stars and clouds are rolling. In fact, there are beautiful scenery everywhere in life, and there will be articles if there are beautiful scenery. If you usually read more books, pay more attention to the life around you, and write more about the people and things you experienced during your growth, then
I can't write a composition, and the topic is my troubles.
I have so much trouble! I have troubles in my study and life. Especially the troubles in study, the thought of parents' nagging is a headache and unbearable.
Every morning, I only hear my mother's words: "It's nine o'clock, why don't you get up?" I told you to get up early, but you just wouldn't listen. "This sentence lingers in my ear on time every morning. Alas, the tired body tossed and turned in the warm quilt, always unwilling to get up. Barely open your eyes and start a new day. When I get up, I always think: I will definitely come back after eating, my dear bed. After washing, as soon as I stepped into the TV room, my mother walked in front of me like a rocket, shouting, "Don't be busy watching TV. Recite some texts before eating. "I am like a volcano that is about to spew magma, and my stomach is full of anger, thinking: You care too much!
I tried to recite a text. I want to relax and play video games. Just taking out the game machine, my father saw it and came over and said, "Breakfast is not ready yet. Recite two more texts, and you can recite two less tomorrow. "
"What?" I cried, "You've said that a hundred times. Can you exchange it for a fresh one? I will feel better after listening to it. " After that, I had to put away the game machine and pick up the Chinese book I had read many times.
Picking up the Chinese book, I looked at it absently. My father came up to me and said, "Whoever doesn't study hard will have no job now;" So-and-so didn't go to college, and now he's picking up junk! ..... until' Xiaoqiang doesn't work hard, the boss is sad'; Industry is good at diligence, and waste it on fun'; "Where there is a will, there is a way" ... "Oh, my God! Jesus Christ. Please help me! I'm almost becoming a nerd, and I don't want to be a super smart "* * *" with underdeveloped limbs!
In my relaxed moments, I watched Stephen Chow in "Being a Sesame Officer" on TV, and he never stopped talking. The deceased said she was alive, just like my parents' "sharp and heartless" mouths, which gave me a headache. Just as I was thinking, my mother came again: "You have rested for so long. Go read a book. Hope, hope, our hope is entrusted to you. I hope you can study abroad ... "
I understand their desire for success, but when will they understand my heart?
2 my troubles
I want to be the sun, but I am the star; I want to be a big tree, but I am a grass; I want to be a big river, but I am a small stream. So, I am in trouble.
In my class, my grades in all subjects are average, unlike some students who are among the best in a certain subject. I know because I don't have a good study method. Every day, my classmates fly freely in the sea of knowledge, but I can't find a good learning strategy, and I am alone. Every time the teacher doesn't assign too many study tasks, my time is always full. Whenever the task is completed, I feel relieved, but my grades have not improved at all. Perhaps, it will be better at home!
In the first mid-term exam of the new semester, I got the third place in my class, and I was in high spirits and carefree all day. I told my parents the good news. My parents just said simply, "Study hard and don't be proud." At first I thought, "Look how smart our son is. I will buy it for you. " My fantasy was shattered at once. In the second exam, I got the fourth place in my class, one behind. Mom and dad said, "I only play all day." Didn't I tell you not to be proud! " "I realized that I was too conceited. The final exam was over, and I suddenly retreated to the seventh place. When you get home, you will inevitably be criticized. Back home, sure enough, "I just know how to play and see what you can do when you grow up!" " "How sad I am! Well done, you can't get praise from your parents. If I don't do well, they just criticize me without even a word of encouragement. It's not over yet!
My parents used to ask me what my ideal was. I just answered a simple sentence: "I don't know." Always like this. So they think I am a child without ideals. I am an introverted child. Just because I don't talk about my ideals doesn't mean I don't have them. They don't know me at all.
I have been picky about food since I was a child, so that now, everyone who has seen me will say, "You are so thin!" " "Why can't I imagine that some students have strong bodies? But my classmates just know how to evaluate me. I am a boy, but there is nothing like evaluating the masculinity of boys. The fingers are slender, like a girl's, and the wrist is almost skin and bones. What is hateful is that if I stand there naked, girls will envy my figure! But my classmates always make fun of my physical defects, and I have self-esteem. Why do they all hurt me like this?
Yes, gold is never barefoot, no one is perfect, everyone has shortcomings, and their shortcomings are the root of their troubles. I can't find a good learning method, my parents don't understand me, and my classmates laugh at me. It's disgusting.
I also want to have a blue sky of my own!
4. My question composition is 400 words (about poor writing). When everyone grows up, there will be happiness and trouble at random. Like clouds in the sky every day, it is inevitable.
I have a lot of troubles now! As time goes on, the course becomes more and more arduous and complicated. I have to get up early every day and walk a long way to school. Then running a few big laps always makes me complain bitterly, and the alienation and indifference with my childhood playmates also dampened my enthusiasm for making friends and so on. This day is like a green candy gradually melting into your mouth, leaving a sour and bitter taste. But in addition to this bitterness, I can feel the sweet and warm fragrance of chocolate hidden in it, and my troubles have also brought precious discoveries-I am growing!
It's boring to stay at home during the Qingming holiday, and I don't want to move on the sofa. Waiting for a while is staring at the white ceiling, and there is a noisy TV sound in my ear. I can't help but think of the time when I played with my sister in Guangzhou during the winter vacation, alas! Loneliness is also a kind of trouble! What brought me liberation was that the least active parents actually put forward the suggestion of playing outside. I remember that when I was very young, I begged them to go out to play many times, but I was still unmoved, which made me give up this idea again and again, and I was very dissatisfied. Is the broken wish picked up again now? My heart is beating like a small flame, with a gentle burning feeling.
Drive all the way to a temple. The wind is very strong, blowing my cheek. I hold my mother's palm tightly and hold the warmth in my hand. No matter how strong the wind is, it is warm to snuggle up to your mother. There is a tall figure of my father behind me. Looking at the loess slope and the empty steps below, smelling the faint fragrance floating in the wind, I seem to see the softness of the blooming flowers above.
At this time, I feel happy. It seems that all my troubles have vanished with the whistling wind at this moment. Leaving only the warmth and happiness of body and mind.
Because my father is always busy and my mother always has no time, we go to one place alone every holiday and seldom go out with the whole family, so this has become an annoyance when I grow up. Although growing up is inevitable, it may also bring happiness and make people understand a lot of truth. Because of these worries, I will cherish life more. ...
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5. composition-my troubles my troubles the sky outside the window is gloomy, as if it is going to rain soon. My mood at the moment is as hesitant and bored as this weather.
I want to write a composition again. Looking at the title of the composition-"My Trouble", I have no inspiration at all. Trouble, trouble, for a student like me who only laughs and laughs all day, has no worries about food and clothing, and doesn't have to be forced by my parents to run around and attend remedial classes, how can there be trouble? Since childhood, every time the teacher said that he would leave a composition, I was constantly worried: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write a composition? Didn't you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting at my desk, I turned my pen mechanically, complaining and thinking hard about what I was going to write.
At this time, my mother came in with orange juice in her hand and looked at me with a crooked head: "What, are you worried about your composition again?" Have some juice and see if there is any inspiration. "Yes, can't write a composition is not my trouble? I finally know what to write. Now let's start writing.
However, how to start? "My troubles are like seashells by the sea …" No, I don't have that much trouble. "There are some clouds floating in the sky …" No, I'm not good at grandstanding.
Looking through the selected compositions, I was even more impressed by the beautiful writing and affectionate sentences. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such a beautiful sentence? Holding my chin, the nib draws irregular lines on the manuscript paper. These are all my worries. Forget it, plain is true. I decided to take a down-to-earth route and just say, "My fault is that I don't want to and I won't write a composition ..." With the beginning, my article can be laboriously produced.
Time flies, and two hours have passed from my pen in a blink of an eye. I really want to be able to express my thoughts and make my words flow like water. But I have tried my best to make my sentences appear intermittently, and my article only stays at the level of ensuring the number of words. As night falls, a small yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. There are few stars in the moon, and colorful clouds hold the moon. In fact, there are beautiful scenery everywhere in life, and there will be articles if there are beautiful scenery.
If I read more books, pay more attention to the life around me and write more about the people and things I experienced when I was growing up, then I wouldn't have any difficulty in writing today. I don't know when there is something wrong with the lamp on the table. It flashed, and my heart fell into silence.
6. Composition: My troubles started at school.
Needless to say, it is such a heavy schoolbag, and it is not necessary to say that it is called a book with high "gold content". My parents' nagging and their oppression have been bothering me for months.
The older you get. The troubles are getting heavier and heavier, and I can't breathe.
Time slipped away quietly, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life became a memory, and I also entered a brand-new middle school era. However, my troubles are approaching, and one piece is coming at me. Just after school that day, my homework was just finished at school. I want to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my nervous and tired body.
Before you start, the "machine gun" aimed at you and began to "shoot" at you: "Don't review quickly, you are a junior high school student, and you still have time to watch TV leisurely here!" At this time, I had to go back to my room with a "serious injury" and bury myself in the sea of books. Why can't parents feel their children's mood now? You can only curse easily, even ... hey! I can't help it Competing with my mother is asking for trouble. Why bother? I might as well read a book ... another time was even worse: I had a lot of homework that day, and I went back to my room to do small copywriting as soon as I came back, and just sat down.
"Come down quickly." Mom shouted, "Liu Yi, look what good things mom bought for you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that my mother bought me my favorite glass! In the past, it was all some composition books and some math exercises.
Who knows ... hey! Ideas plummeted. My mother whispered to me, "Look, you are in middle school. It is better to buy more composition books for you to read, so that you can learn more. Those math books are of good quality and detailed. Otherwise, you should read more books every day ... "I interrupted my mother and said loudly," You know, I have a lot of homework now, and there are tasks assigned by the teacher. Growing up, I have always obeyed the wishes of your adults.
After the vacation, I was asked to learn this and that, and my brain almost exploded. Should I really keep doing things like "robots"? "Mom and someone who seems to have changed just now said loudly," I bought these from you now, not for your future, not for your own good? " My "fire" retorted: "Do adults have to love children so much that reading dead books is enough? "We get up at 5: 40 every day. Aren't we tired of running to school early? With so much homework, who knows my pain? You only know reading and reading. Do you think the children are free? "
"Hey, I've been trying for years, but it's not for your own good. You don't know anything about your parents? " Mom said sternly. "Just like those who only know how to read dead books, this is not their own will. Your parents forced it. Some high school students even embarked on a road they didn't want to see for their parents.
This is nothing else, but you adults forced it. "I sobbed and said loudly ... My mother was so angry that she walked into her room in the last debate.
I'm tired of noise myself. I ran into the room to do my homework as if nothing had happened. On the surface, there is nothing wrong with me, but in fact, I feel very sad: no matter how bad my mother is, I should not talk to her in such a tone. But their paternalism is unbearable.
Why do adults hold our own ideals in the cradle? I really want to ... maybe my mother is right, but I am too nervous to study, which is why I am like this. Anyway, I can't treat my mother who raised me for many years with this attitude. Hey! I still have to apologize to my mother! Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why can't I find a happy feeling, a happy rhythm and a free happiness? I'm really worried ... my worry. It's gloomy outside the window, as if it's going to rain soon. My mood at the moment is as hesitant and bored as this weather.
I want to write a composition again. Looking at the title of the composition-"My Trouble", I have no inspiration at all. Trouble, trouble, for a student like me who only laughs and laughs all day, has no worries about food and clothing, and doesn't have to be forced by my parents to run around and attend remedial classes, how can there be trouble? Since childhood, every time the teacher said that he would leave a composition, I was constantly worried: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write a composition? Didn't you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting at my desk, I turned my pen mechanically, complaining and thinking hard about what I was going to write.
At this time, my mother came in with orange juice in her hand and looked at me with a crooked head: "What, are you worried about your composition again?" Have some juice and see if there is any inspiration. "Yes, can't write a composition is not my trouble? I finally know what to write. Now let's start writing.
However, how to start? "My troubles are like seashells by the sea …" No, I don't have that much trouble. "There are some clouds floating in the sky …" No, I'm not good at grandstanding.
Looking through the selected compositions, I was even more impressed by the beautiful writing and affectionate sentences. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such a beautiful sentence? Holding my chin, the nib draws irregular lines on the manuscript paper. These are all my worries. Forget it, plain is true. I decided to take a down-to-earth route and just say, "My fault is that I don't want to and I won't write a composition ..." With the beginning, my article can be laboriously produced.
Time flies, and two hours have passed from my pen in a blink of an eye. I really want to be able to express my thoughts and make my words flow like water. But I have tried my best to make my sentences appear intermittently, and my article only stays at the level of ensuring the number of words. As night falls, a small yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. There are few stars in the moon, and colorful clouds hold the moon. In fact, there are beautiful scenery everywhere in life, and there will be articles if there are beautiful scenery.
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7. With the passage of time, we have our own ideas and opinions just entering adolescence, but at the same time we have our own troubles, which cast a gray shadow over our colorful dreams. You can also contribute. As I get older, my self-esteem is getting stronger and stronger. I began to feel sad and ashamed of my classmates' "cynicism" when I failed in the exam. I hope I will always be excellent in front of my classmates, but in the school arena, I often end up failing in the face of strong players from all directions. For this reason, I am getting more and more depressed. What bothers me more is my mother. I don't think my mother loves me as much as before. In the past, my mother helped me get dressed every morning when I got up. As soon as I got home at night, my mother had prepared delicious food for me; At night, at a certain time, my mother always reminds me that it's time to go to bed. But now, it's completely different. My mother no longer brings me clothes in the morning, but lets me match them myself. When I come home from school, sometimes my mother is gone, and there is only a note on the table: Mom is not here, so you can eat dinner just by heating it in the microwave. Sometimes, I once again pick up the familiar note and look at the empty house, which really feels empty. Whenever I do my homework at night, my mother won't remind me. Don't, mom really don't love me? I was confused, until one day, I was suddenly enlightened. I know that strong self-esteem is a virtue and a driving force to promote a person's continuous development. People with self-esteem can not be afraid of setbacks, raise the sails of life, keep forging ahead and strive for self-improvement. I should turn my self-esteem into motivation and study harder. You can also contribute. I'm afraid my mother doesn't love me anymore. "Poor parents in the world." What parents don't love their children, but the way mothers love their children has changed. My mother thinks that I have grown up and don't need to take care of me like a child. I should learn to take care of myself, know how to control myself, and cultivate my ability to live independently in order to adapt to the future society ... I suddenly feel bright at the moment. I should speed up my steps, follow the team of my classmates and move forward towards my colorful dream!
8. My troubles Everyone has their own troubles, fat troubles, thin troubles, high troubles and short troubles. What's my trouble? Is it bad grades? No, is it a bad family? No. So what's my question? Tell you, my problem is "myopia"! This is also my mother's trouble!
People say that people who wear glasses are bookish and bookworm. God knows, before I went to primary school, I was already 200 degrees nearsighted when I was in the middle class in kindergarten. When the doctor said I was nearsighted, my mother froze on the spot. No way! Before the age of six, the eyesight of the eyes has not been fully improved. How can you be nearsighted?
Because my mother didn't understand, she thought she wouldn't be nearsighted before she was six, so she made me a TV kid. What result! He joined the ranks of four-eyed frogs in his freshman year, and now he is nearsighted. Wearing glasses is really troublesome. I want to taste a bowl of hot red bean soup in winter, and I don't want to wear it when I go to physical education class! I can't see clearly. Wear it! It's really inconvenient. Besides, every night, I need some mydriasis to enlarge my pupil paralysis. Poor me, I can't open my eyes because I am afraid of light during the day, and I can't open my eyes all the time. It's really hard!
I'm wearing corneal plastic lenses now. So, I am carefree? Don't! Wear contact lenses before going to bed, take them off the next morning and wear them every day, or your myopia will recover. What worries me most is wandering around during the holiday, because my glasses can't be worn for long, so they were dug out and taken off early in the morning. It's not over yet! Wearing this kind of lens is easy to get infected and inflamed, so I often go to the clinic to see a doctor! It's really troublesome and annoying
The eyes are the windows to the soul. I suggest you protect your eyes carefully and keep your distance for safety.
9. My troubles 600 words My troubles
It's sad to cut without stopping, and there is no general taste in my heart. . This poem properly expresses my feelings. In my heart, there is one thing that has been bothering me. Let me tell you now.
This morning, our teacher told us to look for information about the Silk Road when we got home. I thought, alas! I'm going to look for more information. It's really boring I always make us look for information all day. The result is useless in a few days, but in order not to be scolded by the teacher, just listen to the teacher. There is no computer in the remote home. I want to go to the door of the nearest computer room to find the needed information. I feel two pockets, alas! Why is there no money? Where's my money for snacks? It can't be gone, so I want to go home and ask my father for money, but I dare not. I have been wandering in front of the computer room for a long time, and I have been whispering in my heart: I want to go in and check the information, but I have no money. It's too far to go home, and my home is only two or three kilometers away from school. I'm going to give up not looking up information, but I'm afraid the teacher will blame me. What a dilemma. Back at the school gate, thinking of the teacher's reproachful eyes, I had to run home. Dad looked at me and said, "Why are you back?" I said, "Yes." Dad saw that I was in a heavy mood and said to me, "What do you want? Do you want me to help you? " I said, "Dad, after you finish eating, can you take me to check the information?" Dad said, "yes, but you have to wash the dishes today!" " "
I spent an hour looking up a lot of information about the Silk Road from the Internet. I thought it would cost a lot of money to print it all out, so I printed out the main contents and walked out of the computer room. I feel very relaxed because I have finished the task assigned by my teacher.
Alas, I'm so happy to finally solve an easy thing, but I'm worried at the same time. I don't know when the teacher will let us check the information next time.
My troubles
The teacher asked me, "What's the matter?" I said, "I have a lot of homework, but I feel bored, and I did badly in the exam ..." The teacher asked, "What bothers you the most?" I said, "Of course, there is a lot of homework!"
Yes, in the hearts of many students, the most annoying thing is too much homework! Looking at those heavy homework, many students fell into meditation: "Why are there so many homework?" Yes, why are there so many? This is all because teachers want to seek personal gain from it. Whenever faced with the inspection by the Education Bureau, the teacher always says to the students seriously, "This is all for your future!" " "Since the teacher said so much, who dares to disobey?
As a student, I also deeply understand the feeling of shouldering that heavy homework burden. When we were in primary school, we usually did our homework until eleven o'clock in the evening. If there is a lot of homework, we can even do twelve o'clock. At six o'clock the next morning, I have to get up for school and sleep for less than eight hours. What is more painful is the holiday. Exaggerated, it's a hell on earth. I have to deal with a lot of homework all day. It seems that I have forgotten the happy world, which is like the yearning of green leaves for roots. In addition to writing homework, students also write homework. When they meet, they open their mouths and say, "Have you finished your homework?" Where is the leisure time to care about its right or wrong? Is this kind of homework still helpful to our study?
Of course, not all teachers are like this. Take our Chinese teacher as an example. She always suggests that we use our spare time to buy some good quality materials, and also recommends some books that can improve our writing level, so that our Chinese level can be improved rapidly.
Ok, let's talk about this winter vacation. The teacher really values us enough, and the homework is almost piled up. Because I did my homework too late that night, I got up the next morning so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes. God really cares about me and knows that I don't know what "sleepy" means. From that morning on, I completely understood the meaning of this word. So this word was born for me. I don't know why my dog and cat always bark at me. I thought they met a ghost. Then I looked in the mirror. Oh, they thought I was a panda!
Alas, how much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward!
10. composition about my troubles Everyone has his own troubles, some are family discord, some are nearsightedness, some are unsatisfactory in exams ... and my troubles are this pair of disappointing myopia.
When I was in the third grade, I saw many people wearing glasses at school. There are white and blue ones. There are pink ones ... I envy them. I think wearing glasses is very learned and cool, and I want to wear them myself. But mom and dad refused, saying, "Wearing glasses will bring a lot of inconvenience to life." I don't care at all. When reading a book, you either lie down or lie down, plus watching TV too close and playing computer too much, your eyes are getting blurred.
I remember once, I went to my grandmother's house. Seeing a person who looks like grandma far away, I shouted: "grandma!" " "But when' tis once spoken, others turned around and I regretted it. That's not my grandmother. I was afraid of being scolded, so I had to run quickly. Later, my mother took me to have my eyesight tested-more than 300 degrees, and I had to wear a pair of glasses. Although I got my wish now, I still have something missing in my heart.
Although I have glasses, my life is still inferior to others. Wear glasses in class and take them off when exercising. I remember the last time I went to cram English, I forgot to wear my glasses. The teacher copied the words to the blackboard and recorded the phonetic symbols. There was an "au". I thought it was an "A", so I copied it. Then, the teacher asked people to read the words. It was my turn. Naturally, I made a mistake, so don't be critical. How much I regret in my heart, regretting that I don't care about my eyes, but it's too late.
People say, "The eyes are the windows to the soul." We should protect it well and don't let the "window of the soul" dim. This will cause a lot of inconvenience to your life, just like me, don't let your eyes become your troubles.