Math class is my nightmare. The saliva in the math teacher's mouth flooded me like a raging sea. The math teacher thundered on the blackboard, yelling at me and chopping at me.
Every time I think about going to math class tomorrow and listening to the math teacher's nagging, I immediately get a knot in my heart, leaving only paste and confusion in my mind. I was enjoying in heaven, and suddenly I was tied up in eighteen layers of hell by the devil, and my whole body was flooded with pain. The smell of sadness spreads in my body like a poisonous poison, and I am in pain.
Before the bell rings, the math teacher comes to the classroom early, which means I have to open the boring math book early; It means that I will fall into a swamp called mathematics again; It also means that I have to listen to a lot of Arabic numerals and recite a lot of mathematical formulas. ...
But often at this time, the sand in the hourglass of time seems to be magnified several times, one by one, and slowly passes through the hole. How time flies! I hold my head up, tilt my head, turn over my pen to pass the time, occasionally in a daze, or fantasize about some beautiful pictures and immerse myself in them. In this way, the spirit who holds the time seems to be deliberately against me, completely stopping the clocks all over the world.
After the math teacher finished the example and assigned homework to the class, the class suddenly quieted down and I woke up immediately. I came back from my imaginary fantasy world, looked around to see what my classmates were doing, then pretended to write and looked at the' exercises' in front of me. I looked blank and couldn't do it at all! I racked my brains and recalled what the teacher said when I was in a daze, so I was not sure to fill in the answer.
After forty minutes, the bell finally rang, but it was also a prelude to dragging the class, and there was a recess, alas! How painful!
I am most afraid of math class. I hope that one day, complex Arabic numerals and mathematical formulas will be as interesting as Chinese characters in my eyes.
What I am most afraid of is watching horror movies, because watching horror movies will scare me and I will have nightmares at night, so I am very afraid of watching horror movies.
Once, my family and I went to the cinema to watch a horror movie. Halfway through the writing, I was scared to death and ran to the toilet. I heard a strange noise, which made me tremble. Then the noise grew louder and louder, and I ran back to my seat in horror. I told my mother in detail, "I'm so scared!" My mother took me and my brother home, and I have been very afraid of watching horror movies ever since.
In order to overcome my biggest fear, I restrained myself from going to the horror movie. It has been a year, and I have forgotten all those painful memories, but those nightmares have slowly returned to me. I have nightmares every day, which frighten me out of my wits, but I must drive them away. After a week of hard work, I finally succeeded in driving them away.
I finally got over having nightmares and watching horror movies. I feel very happy. I smile at school every day because I tell myself that I will never watch horror movies again.
When I was a child, everyone must have a lot to be afraid of, and I was no exception. I'm afraid of darkness, fire and insects ... but I'm most afraid of darkness. But I got over it. Please follow me to pick up childhood memories and walk into that terrible night. ...
I remember one night, I went out to play. When it was getting dark, I said goodbye to my partner and hurried home. Walking on the road, my steps become heavy and slow. Walking, I suddenly saw a white light floating in front of me, surrounding my heart like a ghost. My legs are weak, I am shaking all over, and my upper and lower teeth have a cold war, so I can't help but speed up my steps. The lights on the road flickered on and off, just like a jack-o'-lantern, which scared my legs to collapse. I heard a legend: don't look back when you go home alone at night, because you have three light areas. As soon as I turned around, the lights went out, and the ghost was afraid of the three-light area. If the three-light area goes out, the ghost will have a chance. The more I think about it, the more I get scared. At this moment, I seem to hear a voice: "Sandy, Sandy, grandpa is coming, come quickly!" " My dead grandfather's voice rang behind me.
An idea flashed through my mind: that ghost must be trying to lure me to turn around, let its soul enter my body, let it have a new body, and my soul will wander at night, never turn around, never fall for it!
I hurried forward. Suddenly a pair of green eyes stared at me, and my hair stood on end. My hand clenched tightly into a fist, and I was very scared. I broke out in a cold sweat and walked faster and faster.
It was dark around, and only one light flashed there, which made people feel very strange.
I trudged forward, and the trees around me rustled in the wind, as if to remind me not to take it lightly.
The road gets longer and longer, and it gets weirder and weirder. My heart is pounding and I can't calm down for a moment. I'm scared, I'm weak all over and my limbs are weak. ...
I seem to feel someone whispering behind me, discussing how to invade my body. ...
Finally, I walked to the door. Looking at the bright lamp, the big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.
At this point, the yard was quiet, horribly quiet, and the air solidified instantly. I walked to the iron gate. There is a big box in the stairwell. I don't know what's in it. At this time, it became a box with a baby's body in my eyes. Several times, I mustered up all my courage but couldn't get in.
As time went by, I thought of a way: close my eyes and rush up. When I opened my eyes, I suddenly saw the red handprint on the wall.
I think of ghosts scratching on the wall. That red handprint made me tremble with fear. The ghost must be behind me. I rushed upstairs in despair. My mother opened the door and I rushed in. ...
The thought of it still gives me the creeps. ...
What am I most afraid of? 4. During my growing up, many things happened, among which I was most afraid of walking alone at night.
It was a dark night and I was playing at my grandmother's house. Play for a long time, look at the time. It's almost ten o'clock. I told my grandmother that I was going home. My grandmother said, "OK, be careful on the road."
I felt a little scared as soon as I got out of grandma's house. Although my home is very close, who is not afraid of being alone on such a quiet night? There are no lights on my way, and the atmosphere is even more horrible. ...
I walked a few steps in fear and knocked over something. I can't see anything clearly in the dark. I was scared, so I ran quickly. After a while, I heard the sound of "meow" again. I'm too scared to move. It turned out that the naughty kitten was catching mice.
In this silent street, only my footsteps can be heard. Then I remembered the ghost story my classmates told me. The story is about a man walking in the street at night, and suddenly a vampire came out to suck his blood. I am even more afraid when I think of this story. I really regret hearing this story.
I finally reached the stairs, but I stepped on something soft. I thought it was a snake. I gave a cry. Induction lamp in the corridor lit up. I didn't see clearly which neighbor lost the garbage bag.
Although this road is not long, it is a thrilling journey for me!