Speaking of troubles, I always feel that this piece of paper is not enough, so I'd better save it.
First of all, it's morning trouble. My mother wakes me up early in the morning to recite, and always wakes me up at six o'clock. What about me? I have to yawn to study. People say that children should sleep for more than nine hours. I can only sleep less than eight hours a day.
It's nothing, the important thing is that I never go to bed before 9: 30 every day, which is why I can't get up in the morning. The teacher has a lot of homework every time, and I can't finish it until eight o'clock. If the teacher is merciful and only keeps one roll, my mother will give me more meals, alas! I am bored to death. When I haven't caught my breath after finishing my homework, my mother will give me some oral homework: English reading.
What worries me most is that today is Sunday. It's better for me to go to class on weekends. I make up my composition on Saturday morning and arrive at 8: 30, but my mother always wakes me up to study after 6: 00. Finish your homework in the morning and go home immediately, have dinner and catch up with the next cram school. In the afternoon, the Olympic Mathematics 1: 30 to 5: 00, and there is no time to rest after studying. The exam will be held from 5: 10 to 7: 00.
When I got home, I was so tired that I didn't even want to eat. I want to go to bed at once, but my mother makes me do my homework, then read English, and finally go to bed. Weekends are really more tiring than going to school. After careful calculation, I studied for an hour and a half more than usual!
Well, this is my trouble, and it is also the trouble of most children. Please understand us!
My troubles composition 2 Life is a huge palette with not only warm colors-happy things, but also cold colors-troubles and sad things.
I remember when I was a child, my mother always scolded me for some trivial things, and sometimes she severely reprimanded me or even beat me for a wrong topic. My mother said she hated iron for not turning into steel.
As I grew older, my mother seemed to realize something and stopped hitting me, but the daily blame continued.
One Saturday, I wanted to have a good sleep, but my mother pulled me out of bed and said that everyone in the next room had got up. I rushed out of the room and took care of everything so as not to make my ears suffer.
After dinner, I stood at my desk and put forward a lot of homework from my schoolbag. Just when I wanted to write, my mother suddenly said, "Life lies in exercise. Go out for two laps and come back. " Mother doesn't know how hurtful what she said, but I dare not refute it.
After running two laps, I began to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I was about to turn on the TV when my mother said, "I will review after finishing my homework!" " The monthly exam is coming. "
I have to say, having such a mother is really annoying. She likes to play tricks on me, expose me and restrain me. But I know she did it for my own good.
These are my troubles and my luck.
On the road of growing up, everyone has troubles. My trouble is being too fat. Standing in front of the mirror with a big belly and thick thighs is not good at all. Because I am too fat, my classmates always laugh at me and call me Xiao Pang. Because I am too fat, I always fail in sports. For this reason, I am very troubled.
I remember once, the PE teacher said that there would be a running competition, and the students were very happy. Someone said, "I like running races best." Some said, "I must win the first place." Others said, "I can finally show my talents." But I was unhappy, thinking: I can't run fast, and my classmates will laugh at me if I fall behind. No one seemed to understand my mind, and finally I was assigned to the first round. I walked onto the runway helplessly. When the whistle sounded, the child next to me ran out quickly. I was running 20 meters away from him. When people in our team saw this, they shouted, "Little Fatty, run, or we will lose!" " I listened and tried to run forward, but my opponent had reached the finish line. Alas, I lost again. ...
I thought to myself: If I were not so fat, I wouldn't run so fast and let my teammates down.
I will eat less snacks, exercise more and eat less sweets and pasta in the future. I will definitely lose weight and become beautiful!
I am like a grain of sand in the desert, so ordinary among hundreds of millions of people. I am cheerful, but I am always worried about my name. Why? Just look down and you will know!
My name is Wang Haoyu. I am a girl, but most of my namesake are boys. It doesn't matter if they don't meet. When they meet, they will play a lot of jokes.
In my school, there is a boy named Bai Haoyu. His "white" is similar to my "king". So ... once, when I came downstairs from work, I heard someone calling "Wang Haoyu" behind me. I stopped to see who was calling me, but I waited for a long time and no one came down. I didn't know it wasn't me until I heard it called "Bai Haoyu". Alas! I waited so long for nothing.
Another time, I was in the class of a young reporter, and there was a boy with the same name and surname as me. When the teacher calls the roll, he should indicate which school he belongs to in order to avoid confusion. Once, the teacher asked us to fill out a form. When sending it, the teacher didn't indicate whether it was a boy or a girl, so that he took my watch and I took his watch. When I thought my parents' names were wrong, I realized that we were upside down.
Dad's good buddy is also called Haoyu. Wang Ben always calls "Haoyu" in front of Xiao Haoyu and me. When he came back, he said it was Xiao Haoyu. If Xiao Haoyu comes back, he says it's me.
Alas! I'm really bored, so bored!
My troubles composition 5 Life is a mixed song. If a person is always happy, then this person must be complacent; If this person has countless troubles, then this person must be in the shadow of inferiority. I am an optimistic, cheerful and naughty boy, most of whom are happy in life, but I also have a worry, that is: I like singing very much, but everyone is not satisfied with my singing skills.
After class, when I was singing, how many students covered their ears or shut up, and how many people "hit" me when I was singing.
In music class, when I sing emotionally, how many people tell me to keep my voice down, even the length will deduct my score.
This Tuesday, when our class was rehearsing the song "I Love Milan" to prepare for the art festival, Mr. Shao praised me and said that I sang very well. I was particularly excited at that time. You know, this is the first time I have heard someone say that I sing well when I transfer to another school! But just when I was happy, I was disappointed to think of a sentence from my classmate: Li Xiang, you will sing out of tune. Am I really that bad at singing?
I began to review my behavior. Since people are so dissatisfied with my singing, did I influence them when they were doing their homework, or did they not like my singing? I'd better decide not to sing after class
This is my trouble. I must get rid of some bad habits and drive my troubles down the stairs.
My Trouble Composition 6 Everyone has his own troubles, so do I. My name is Wang Beibei. There is nothing wrong with this name, but after my classmates wrote articles in my name, my troubles followed.
When you go to kindergarten, you should introduce yourself first. "My name is Wang Beibei ..." Before I finished, my deskmate called me "Baby" and my classmates all laughed. After I went to primary school, my name became the object of ridicule by my classmates. Female classmates jokingly call me "shell", and my good friends call me "seashell" because I am a little intimate. The more exasperating group of male students once called me "peeling milk candy" after class. I also made up an advertisement, "Shells pinch toffee, pinch toffee, and it tastes good. Class three in four years only sells them, two yuan a pack, two packs ... "Before the advertisement was finished, a male classmate joked with me:" Where is it? I'll buy a pack. " Make everyone laugh. I hit them, but they ran and shouted, "Violent female leader, violent female leader, come and save me." I'm in grade one again. I thought my classmates stopped calling me those foreigners, but they gave me a new nickname, what "Wang Beibei"! Fuwa Beibei! "Welcome to Beijing" ... Wang Beibei was a good name, but after they made some articles, it became a joke.
I hope you won't give people nicknames in the future. Her parents gave her a nice name and pinned their hopes on her. Let's not give nicknames to others, because that will destroy harmony, won't it?
My troubles composition 7 Everyone has his own troubles, but they are all different. However, my troubles are shared by many people.
When I was young, this problem always existed, that is, other people's children. There was a child as old as me next door. In my mother's words, everything is better than me, but I don't agree with him every time. Therefore, my mother will repeatedly mention him in my ear every day. Gradually, he became the person I want to surpass most in my heart and became one of my goals. In the end, I was always better than him in kindergarten. But the trouble will not end like this, because the next child will appear in my life immediately.
When I was in primary school, other people's children were not at the same level as me. He was in grade four. In this case, the more my shortcomings appear. When others are in the first grade, how nice. When I was in the first grade, how unbearable and the gap was big. Of course, I must catch up. So, in six years, I kept catching up and working hard, and I made a difference in six years.
In junior high school, other people's children have changed again. What remains unchanged is that they are still better than me. He is a man I have never met. When I was in junior high school, I went to five famous schools in Xi 'an, and his grades were all excellent. This truly outstanding person has become someone else's child in my heart. I am also troubled by his Excellence. But I took it as a driving force and inspired me to work hard towards him.
In fact, troubles bring us not only sadness, but also motivation. Just like children in another family, although it will bring us troubles, it is actually our parents who are encouraging us to work hard in a better direction and make ourselves better.
My troubled composition 8 "Little boy, seldom troubled, carefree ..."
But I have one worry, and that is-I am short. My height is only 1.35 meters, and I am a "small partner" in my class. Queue always comes first every semester. Because of this, I got many "honorifics", such as "dwarf sheep" and "Tibetan dwarf sheep". I'm really in distress situation.
I remember once at school, an old woman with a child in her arms asked me for directions. I showed her the way enthusiastically. The old woman was very happy and said to me, "Little friend, are you in the third grade?" It's a good boy to be so enthusiastic about people ... before she finished, I interrupted her eagerly: "grandma, no, I ... I'm in the sixth grade!" " "Ah, you are in the sixth grade? I haven't ... I haven't seen it. "Grandma smiled at me apologetically, so I had to grin and giggle helplessly. Well, who said I was short?
Another time, I went to buy strawberries alone, asked the price and bargained. The aunt selling strawberries said, "hey, you are only in the third grade, so you can bargain." You will understand when you grow up. Really good! " I said, "Me, my sixth grade!" "How can I be misunderstood again, this annoying short man!
I am really miserable. Just because God was too stingy with me, he gave others such a tall man and gave me a short man.
Oh, I'm such a nasty little man!
My troubled composition 9. There are big dark clouds floating in the gray sky. Young people seldom worry. Beautiful music is playing in the music box. Who says young people don't have troubles? For example, I have a lot of troubles. Trouble is like an obstacle in life, thick and heavy, which makes me unable to breathe. It confuses me, makes me angry and makes me helpless.
I still remember one time, when I didn't do well in the math exam, I secretly quickly crumpled the test paper and stuffed it into the corner of my schoolbag to muddle through. My mother asked me to show her the test paper. I blushed and gave it to my mother slowly. When my mother saw it, she was furious and said sternly, "Don't eat dinner, reflect on yourself!" " I can say that I have fought many battles and returned home in triumph every time, because I studied well! But this time, hey! This horse has lost its front hoof! If I had been more careful in class, I wouldn't have let my mother down in the exam. A cup is broken, can you stick it all on? Don't! It can't be the same in the end. In the thunderstorm, I quietly wrote down the exam in my diary:
Looking at this crumpled test paper, I feel uneasy and regret it! If I can be more careful in class, homework, review and check several times after the exam, I won't do so badly! I think! I will learn this painful lesson and treat every problem seriously and carefully.
Math! Math, when can you take my troubles away?
In my vast sky, there are goals, happiness and troubles. Only after experiencing wind and rain can we see colorful rainbows!
My troubled composition 10 My family is a family of three. I live in a happy family. Happy family, hard-working father and gentle mother. Although the house is only a few tens of square meters and the family is not so rich, it is still very happy.
However, happiness belongs to happiness, and trouble belongs to trouble. Like ordinary people, I also have my own troubles. Although my father is very diligent, he always likes to go out for a drink recently and always comes back late. The whole family is not as harmonious and happy as before.
One night, my father went to drink as usual and didn't come back after nine o'clock. My mother and I are as anxious as ants on hot bricks. Mom also went to the restaurant to find dad herself, but she couldn't find him. The night is quiet, but our hearts are very uneasy. When will dad come back? Did you have any trouble on the road, or were you drunk ... Just when we were worried, Dad finally pushed the door and came in. He trembled slightly when he walked, and his back was against the wall, and his eyes looked unusually dull. My heart finally let go. Anyway, dad finally came home safely. But for several days, my father had an upset stomach and didn't eat much. To this end, father and mother had a quarrel. For several days, my home was so dull that I was depressed for a long time.
I want to say to my father: Dad, please stop drinking. Although wine is the nurse of the soul, drinking too much will be harmful to your health. For your health, drink less wine! So our family will be happier than before!
What do I hate most about the composition 1 1? Of course, it is an "exam"! Because my parents will be "concerned" about my exams, and they will take scores as the standard of reward or punishment, so I am always worried about the ups and downs of my exam results.
In the second mid-term evaluation of the fifth grade, my parents wanted to leave a good impression on the teacher and let me get into the top ten, so they asked the cram school teacher to train the devil class for me. When I heard my parents talking, I broke out in a cold sweat! Because I know that my next life must be very difficult.
Every Tuesday is the day when I go to cram school. As soon as I went in, the cram school teacher took out the invincible paper. The teacher said, "I failed the first monthly exam, so I must do well in the second exam." Come on! I hope you can advance to the top ten. " I went back to my seat, picked up my sword and began to duel with the topic. When I was writing the paper, I overheard the teacher helping other children review. It seems that everyone is busy preparing for the exam. At school, teachers either hand out exercise papers for everyone to write, or are busy correcting papers. It seems that everyone has been admitted to bread superman.
The day of the exam has finally arrived. When the teacher handed out the test papers, everyone worked hard. The classroom is very quiet, and you can even hear breathing. Finally, I passed the exam. In the afternoon, the teacher handed out papers, and all the progressive students laughed. The face of the backward students sank. The mid-term exam was over, and everyone's troubles suddenly ran away without a trace.
Everyone has troubles, but they can't always follow me. I know my troubles come from my exam results. Therefore, I should always urge myself to concentrate on the class and do all kinds of homework when I go home. When my grades improve, not only will my troubles disappear, but my mood will jump with joy, and my parents will be proud of my efforts. Only by overcoming my difficulties can we usher in a bright future.
My worry composition 12 "Little boy, there is no worry, with the growth of age, the worry increases …" Whenever I hear this song, I will envy others the company of my parents, and I will think of the time with my parents.
When I was just sensible, my parents went to work in a factory near our village to earn money. I am particularly satisfied to go home once a day. Although my parents don't earn much money, I can see them every day and feel so happy.
When I was six years old, my parents went to work in other places and gave me to my grandparents. Mom and dad go home once a month. Whenever they go home and leave, I will hold their legs and cry bitterly. I don't want them to go, tell them I don't want new schoolbags or new clothes ... but they left, as if taking my heart away. Every time I see other children making out with their parents, I feel lonely. Since then, I have become quiet and have been looking forward to my parents' return.
Now that I am twelve years old, I see my parents less often. I haven't seen it three times a year, and even if I come back once, the time together is pitifully short. The days when our feelings were separated were slowly diluted, from the previous silence to the present silence.
Alas! When I write here, you may know what my problem is. Yes, it is the lack of parents' company. In my life, the role of parents seems dispensable. Their departure always makes me feel different from others, and I gradually don't want to talk to them, let alone communicate deeply.
I hope that when parents with similar family situations read this article, they can think more about their children who are far away from home, so that my similar experience will not appear on my peers.
My worry composition 13 There are many worries in my life, and my biggest worry now is too much homework.
Finally ushered in the summer vacation, holiday is a good time to rest. The teacher also assigned countless homework. Every day in the scorching sun, I just want to take off my clothes and blow the air conditioner. How can I do my homework carefully? But if I don't write, after school starts, the teacher will let me go to his office, then scold me and hit me hard. What scares me most is to call my parents and finish my homework word for word. When I get home, I will be scolded by my mother and beaten by my mother. Therefore, for homework, it is still necessary to complete.
Not only is the homework assigned by the teacher, but my sister actually said, "Your summer homework will be finished soon. I was afraid that you would be carefree after finishing your homework, so I bought you several sets of papers, which I carefully selected for you. " After that, I was in even bigger trouble. I thought to myself: with so much homework, I have to go to cram school. What should I do? Looking at the mountain of homework, my troubles are getting bigger and bigger. I have something to do this summer vacation. I can only watch my friends play happily at home every day, but I can only stay at home and do my homework, and a trace of envy rises in my heart. I dare not imagine the next days, because the more I think about it, the more uneasy I am.
This trouble will never be eliminated. Unless you graduate from college, you won't have to do your homework.
Hello, let me introduce myself first. I am a book called "Classrooms in Famous Schools". I have experienced too many things in the school where I work recently. Can you help me share my troubles?
I need a coat, too
On the first day in this school, I met a quiet-looking student. I thought, this host is very good-looking and can be very good to me. But in less than a day, my body was crumpled by him and lost its original brilliance. I can't help secretly frowning. Can't you put on a new dress for me?
Don't spoil me
I have lived with my old friend "Ti" for a long time. The topic is very organized and is an example worth learning. Recently, a new friend joined my life-the answer. This friend is more like an uninvited guest, breaking my quiet life. The "answer" is a mess, from my master's hand. I am very angry. How can he spoil me like this? But to say the least, I'll put up with this tone.
I don't want this.
"Xiao Ming, the teacher has gone. Let me borrow the answer from a famous class. I'll give you snacks when I get back to the dormitory. " The host held up his glasses and threw me to the host at the same table. How can you lend your homework to others to copy? I really want to jump out and yell at my master for hurting others and myself. But I can't talk.
Dear students, what should I do? How can ability get rid of trouble?
My troubled composition 15 If you have happiness, if you share it with others, one happiness becomes two; If you have troubles, if you share them with others, one trouble will be halved. Let me talk about my troubles!
It was an afternoon, and my mother was lighting a fire in the kitchen downstairs. I was watching TV upstairs and suddenly felt a little thirsty. The water is on my mother's dresser, and there is a lot of lotion on the dresser. I took a sip of water and became interested in the small bottle with pink liquid on the dresser. My hand reached out to pick it up and fiddled with it. Just as I was rolling it around in my hand, it accidentally fell to the ground, and I quickly dropped it.
I quickly brought a cloth and wiped the water off the floor. At this moment, my mother came over, my heart beat faster and my face turned red. Mother said, "Go downstairs and have dinner." Seeing my blushing, I asked, "why is my blushing?" Is it uncomfortable? " I quickly shook my head and went downstairs to eat.
Two days later, I told my mother about it, expecting a scolding. Unexpectedly, my mother not only didn't scold me, but also calmly said to me, "it doesn't matter if the bottle is broken." I have known this for a long time, and I just want to see if you are honest. "
From then on, I learned to be an honest boy.