My troubles are excellent compositions 1 A person's troubles witness a person's growth.
"Every time I have to wait until I go to bed, I know that my homework has only been done a little; Every time I have to wait until I finish the exam, I find that I haven't finished reading the books I should read ... "When I was in primary school, I lived a free life in the eyes of my classmates. At that time, I always loved fantasy, and my mind was full of strange ideas. Mom said: You are so free that your home is almost gone. The teacher said: I am a carefree child and will not grow up all day.
When I was in primary school, I was worried that no one would play with me, and I always wanted to knock on children's doors. But I was happy then.
"The story of running water that took away time changed us. At that sentimental first time, the youth in memory ..." When I entered junior high school, there were more things in my schoolbag, but fewer and fewer bright smiles on my face. I know more and more people, but fewer and fewer people can really talk. Even parents who have always been kind seem to be more and more strict. This is undoubtedly a kind of torture for me who is used to living a free life. Then, a terrible and funny idea came to my mind. Sleep every night and lie in bed thinking: Will my childhood come back? Is this growth? If so, I'd rather be a child who will never grow up.
One idea after another appeared in my mind, and my mind began to change, worrying about whether tomorrow would get worse.
In the third grade, the students began to study hard and strive for a better future for themselves. I seem to be infected in it. I should do my homework well and listen carefully in class. Rereading Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea is no longer boring. The old man in San Diego touched me deeply. On the way home at night, I kept thinking, what did I learn today? How long before the mid-term exam? Where will I go in a month? A little nervous and anxious life makes me seem preoccupied.
He said that in the storm, this pain was nothing. Dry your tears and don't ask why. Zheng Zhihua's hoarse voice came from the street shop, and the breeze blew, and I was suddenly enlightened.
My heart may not be worth mentioning to others, but for me, it is my road to growth. I gradually understand that whether you like it or not, some things will come, and success or failure will always be unforgettable, but just like the old man in San Diego, no matter what he faces, he will never give in to his fate and let his glory and dreams accompany you all the way.
Thoughts drift away and dreams soar.
I believe that everyone has a skeleton in his closet, and I am no exception. Over time, it became my trouble. I'd better take the opportunity of writing my composition out of my chest. When we were in Grade One and Grade Two, the students were United and friendly, caring and friendly like brothers and sisters. Now, we are all grown up and sensible. Since entering the third year of senior high school, the friendship between classmates is no longer as close as before, but alienated.
Now this society is a competitive society. Not only the competition between teachers, but also the competition between our motherland will be very strong in the future. Everyone wants to be better than others, so the class lacks the spirit of unity and mutual assistance. When I surpassed them in study, they stared at me with a pair of hateful eyes, which aroused my strong dissatisfaction, and sometimes they spoke ill of me behind my back, making me uncomfortable all over. Naturally, there are obviously fewer friends who get along with me day and night, and I feel very lonely. Sometimes I often sit alone in my seat and think quietly: Is this still a good friend? When my academic performance was better than theirs, they ignored me. If everyone is equal, there will be no competition in the world. How good would that be? Maybe you will say, "Only competition can make progress!" "
However, what I want to say is: "competition will weaken the friendship between classmates, so will our childhood be beautiful?" I have been a class representative in my class for many years. Originally, I reported to the teacher which students didn't bring their homework. Those classmates didn't hate me either, and they soon made up with me. Now some students say that I love to snitch, and I am very sad. At night, I lay in bed looking at the bright moon and couldn't help crying. "Competition", I hate this term. I hope it leaves our class. I hope the friendship between classmates will remain the same as before. How nice it would be!
I have many happy things, such as skipping rope, playing badminton and roller skating. But what impressed me most was the time when I learned to ride a bike.
I remember that time I went to the square with some classmates to compete for cycling. It's a sunny day, the breeze is blowing gently in my face, and birds are chirping on the branches. The sky is so blue. My mood is also happy.
When we arrive at the square, we will announce the rules first. The rule of cycling is to ride five times around the square within the specified time. If it exceeds the specified time, it will be eliminated. Don't cut corners, you must ride five times around the whole square. The first two students arrived first and won. The two students who arrived at the center of the square first won.
"Ready, let's go." I immediately stepped on the gas and started to rush forward. I sped up and flew past like the wind. At this time, a classmate riding a blue bike chased after him, and the last two students followed. They followed the pedal closely, and I quickly accelerated the pedal. As time went by, I was sweating profusely and thought, "They should be in the back. Let me sit down and have a rest." Who knows that as soon as I got off the bike, my classmates riding blue bikes came after me. So I jumped down without saying anything, twisted my body while stepping on the pedal, and rode forward at once. By the fifth lap of the race, I had passed the classmate riding the blue bike, and I was particularly excited at this time. I thought: it's almost over, I have to work hard.
Finally, my classmate riding a blue bike and I won, although the other two students lost. But we told them that as long as they persist and persevere, they will succeed in whatever they do.
This is my pleasure, which not only teaches me to work hard and persist, but also makes me feel the joy of riding a bike.
My mind is excellent. Composition 4 is another sunset in the western hills. I dragged my tired body out of the bus slowly and walked step by step to the endless home I have been longing for.
In the schoolbag, it seems that the stack of test papers suddenly weighs ten million times, trying not to let me expose a blood stain on it to my parents; The sunset can't bear me to be mercilessly scolded. It dragged my shadow for a long time. I wish I could stop. But I know: struggle is futile.
I slowly pushed open the heavy door, and my mother kindly poured me a glass of water. It was so hot that I didn't dare to wait for a second, so I nervously put it back on the table. Then I was like a panicked little mouse, hiding in my nest, locking the only entrance on the pretext of doing my homework, but I couldn't lock my disappointment and fear.
This is another weekly training. I wanted to make a comeback in World War I, but I was ambushed by the "enemy" and suffered heavy losses.
I can't help but see the scene when I signed the "military order" with my parents last week: my parents glared at me with a scarred test paper in their hands, but I was "unhurried" and said slowly, "This time it's just a matter of disorder, not a matter of level. Next time, I must take revenge, or I will be punished for several crimes. "
It's ridiculous to think about it now. I remember my father dumped a sentence at that time: "I advise you to be careful, or you are likely to have a baby!" " "
I can't help sighing. Although I know they can't do this, judging from their last reaction, they will be more anxious and worried this time. Because of my insignificant failure (in my opinion), I dare not see their sad faces
I closed the door and my heart, but I couldn't close my heart.
But there is no paper to wrap the fire.
At dinner, I hung my head, silently walked out of the door and sat down. The plastic film on the cushion was so crowded that the scream of "Yi" was particularly harsh. We all sat in silence, and no one moved chopsticks. After a minute of stalemate, mother spoke:
"That, we have guessed, actually don't blame you ..." My brain suddenly buzzed and I didn't hear a word. I may have spoken too slowly, and my ears didn't receive it. ...
But I know I won't have this unreasonable worry again, because I have a pair of enlightened parents, who are my eternal backing!
Many things have happened to me, but what bothers me most is the fear of dogs.
Once, when I arrived at my door, I just jumped off the electric car to go upstairs, and suddenly a dog came running. "ah! Help! " I let out a cry and jumped back on the electric car. Grandma said, "What's so terrible about dogs? It's not a big monster. " But until I can't see the dog, I still can't get out of the car. I dared to get off the bus and sighed, "Hey, the dog finally left."
I am very happy to come home from school this day, because I am lucky today and I didn't see what I was most afraid of along the way. I hummed and waited for the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, a big white Samoyed and a little black dog that had been barking suddenly appeared in front of me. The little black dog barked at me and scared me back again and again. So I decided to change my route and turn to the stairs. At this moment, grandma stopped me when she walked into the elevator, so I had to bite the bullet and go in. I hid behind my grandmother at breakneck speed, clutching her clothes and burying my head on her back. But the little black dog seemed to feel my fear and kept barking at me. The dog owner found my fear, so he picked up the little black dog and gently said to me, "Don't be afraid, little sister, my dog won't bite." I still continue to hold grandma's clothes tightly and peep out. I saw the big white dog staring at me with sharp eyes like a huge monster. I quickly shrank back, and my feet were shaking at all. Usually I feel that the elevator will arrive home soon, but today it feels almost a century. Why hasn't the elevator arrived yet? Finally, bang, the elevator door finally opened. I rushed out of the elevator in one step regardless of the willy-nilly. I breathed a sigh of relief the moment the elevator door closed. Dogs are really scary.
Not only this time, every time I see the elevator showing the floor where the dog owner lives, I will never take the elevator again. Every time I see a dog, I immediately turn around and run. I didn't expect the dog to run after me. Later, my mother told me: although I will be scared when I see a dog, I won't run. If you don't hurt it, it will be kind to you. So, when I saw the dog again, I stopped running, and the dog really stopped chasing me. Always a false alarm. However, my inner fear of dogs will still come and haunt me.
Dogs are really annoying and terrible, alas. ...
If I compare life to the universe and my heart to the Milky Way, then my heart is in the deepest part of the Milky Way.
As the saying goes: "People are not born knowing, how can they not be confused?" Everyone makes mistakes, not to mention me. That's a secret about books.
On Wednesday afternoon, Xiao C lent me a book called Detective Conan. I like Conan very much, just one word, one word, and I read it with relish. As soon as I saw the scene where the murderer killed two people, my good friend Z ran to hug me. I just wanted to turn the page, but I didn't want to be "helped" by the impact of Xiao Z. I just heard a bang and the book was broken! The pages are wobbly, like a leaf, floating down from the "tree"
Alas, it's all my fault! People read carefully, and I ... Little C cried with a wow when he heard the news. At this time, the book has been lent to Xiao C, and Xiao C is crying very sadly. The insider said to Xiao C, "Xiao, Xiao B, Xiao D and Xiao E have all seen the famous detective Conan, and now Xiao Q is watching it."
Little B is a boy and the others are girls, so little C said, "It must be little B! He must have broken my book! " "Yes!" "Yes!" Everyone agrees, and I agree. Little B said gloomily, "I didn't break it ... I didn't break it ..." I didn't want to break my friendship with little C, so I said, "When I read it, the book was already broken." I read Xiao A and Xiao B in front of me, and we were all watching when Xiao A was reading! So, it must be little B! "Everyone nodded, and little C believed me.
That day, my heart was full of joy. But at night, I tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep, thinking, what should Xiao C do if she knows I broke her book? What if Xiao C just ignores me? A thousand ... That night, I couldn't sleep.
I'm leaving my alma mater. I don't know whether I should tell the secret. What will happen if I do?
Everyone has their own worries, rich inner world, happiness, sadness, anger and joy ... The ups and downs of life, the complexity of the world, many things and many ideas are hidden in people's hearts. ...
I don't know what's going on now. Since the sixth grade, my math scores have been declining. Maybe I didn't listen carefully in class, I thought silently, so I tried to keep my mind off the class and listen carefully, and I did it, but it didn't help. At present, the classroom homework is not bad, but when it comes to the exam, the results are still in a mess, with 70 points and 60 points. There is another reason, perhaps because of the promotion of grade, the knowledge of mathematics is becoming more and more difficult. Even if I believe the sentence' As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle', I am still caught off guard by those difficult topics.
I remember once again, in math class, the teacher came and drew a topic for us to do. As soon as I heard this, I thought, I can't do anything now, but I was drawn again. The teacher asked me how to calculate the circumference of a circle, and I was cheated immediately. I learned this last semester. Moreover, I learned the surface area and volume of a circle this semester. I easily mixed them up and said only one, but I didn't want to. If I make a mistake, I will be told by the teacher and then stand there. Well, the circumference I'm talking about is the volume of a circle. Why? I just can't get math grades. Is it because I am careless or I am not interested in mathematics at all? Up to now, I can only do some simple problems, and I can't do those difficult problems at all, or I can't do them indiscriminately.
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. When can I improve my math scores? When will this worry end? I've been at a loss.
I believe that everyone has a skeleton in his closet, and I am no exception. Over time, it became my heart. I'd better take this opportunity to write a composition to vent.
In the past, when we were in grade 12, our classmates were United and friendly, caring for each other and friendly as brothers and sisters.
Now, we are all grown up and sensible. Since entering the third year of senior high school, the friendship between classmates is no longer as close as before, but alienated. Now this society is a competitive society. Not only the competition between teachers, but also the competition between our motherland will be very strong in the future. Everyone wants to be better than others, so the class lacks the spirit of unity and mutual assistance. When I surpassed them in study, they stared at me with a pair of hateful eyes, which aroused my strong dissatisfaction, and sometimes they spoke ill of me behind my back, making me uncomfortable all over. Naturally, there are obviously fewer friends who get along with me day and night, and I feel very lonely. Sometimes I often sit alone in my seat and think quietly: Is this still a good friend? When my academic performance was better than theirs, they ignored me. If everyone is equal, there will be no competition in the world. How good would that be? Maybe you will say: only competition can make progress! However, what I want to say is: competition will weaken the friendship between classmates, so will our childhood be beautiful?
I have been a class representative in my class for many years. Originally, I reported to the teacher which students didn't bring their homework. Those classmates didn't hate me either, and they soon made up with me. Now some students say that I love to snitch and tell my shortcomings in front of me, which makes me very sad. At night, I lay in bed and thought, if only it were like this! But we all started a war without smoke, and I couldn't help crying.
Competition, I hate this term. I hope it will leave our class, our grade and our school. I hope the friendship between classmates can be the same as before. How wonderful it would be!
My excellent composition 9 "Tick-tock, Tick-tock ……" The small alarm clock in front of the bed walked unhurriedly. I tossed and turned in bed for a long time, but I still couldn't sleep.
"How to do, I go or not? I will miss the morning reading if I go, but I will feel embarrassed if I don't go, but I am so tired! If you don't go ... "I'm lying in bed, and I don't know if I want to do morning exercises.
Next semester of grade five
"Tian and Lin Zi, you will inform those students who participated in the morning exercise later and start training next week." At the same time, the track team teacher stopped us. 1 of "Ah", Lin Zi and I looked at each other painfully, and then we have been discussing whether to go during the big recess this week. In fact, we girls don't really want to go, just don't think it's good! As a result, Linzi and I didn't go the first week, and another classmate sent us a message on Friday asking us to go next week. I also discussed it with my mother, but the answer was "whatever, think for yourself". Finally, we were afraid of the teacher's criticism, so we gave up our real ideas and joined the track and field team.
Sixth grade last semester
The track and field team will start training tomorrow! As soon as the news came, Linzi and I were as miserable as the fifth grade next semester, and I didn't know what to do. Finally, because the teacher said that he would take part in the competition soon and only had a few weeks, he went to the training again. I don't know why, my mother suddenly paid attention to this matter. She told me earnestly, "son, this is the sixth grade." Now is the critical period of junior high school, and 20 minutes of morning reading time is very important. Don't go to the morning exercise next week. " After listening to my mother's words, I have an answer in my heart. I haven't been to the track team since. I did morning reading seriously, and my grades actually rose a few points!
Perhaps this is what the ancient teacher said: every gift given by God was secretly marked with a good price! So I'm not addicted to falling asleep anymore ...