In life, there are many "difficulties": it's not easy to cook a delicious meal, it's not easy to get full marks in exams, and it's even harder to watch children get tired all day … What I want to say is: it's really not easy to do homework, especially math homework, and it's even harder to do it well.
Every day when I come home from school, I shut myself in my room to solve my homework problems. Of course, what bothers me most is math homework. Sometimes when I encounter problems with application problems, I often think hard for a long time and don't know where the breakthrough is. That day, I did my homework in my room as usual. Suddenly, another math problem came before me. I made a draft on the draft paper and calculated it. Five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed, fifteen minutes have passed ... I still can't find a solution to the problem. I want to give up and not think about it. But in order to finish my homework and finish my homework with high quality, I still insisted on doing it.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. I really didn't have the patience to continue thinking, so I ran to ask my father. Father said, "Teaching can teach you. I can guide you where to think and find the breakthrough of the topic. As for how to do it, you have to consider it yourself! " In order to know the solution to the problem, I nodded like garlic. So when my father explained, I didn't dare to relax for a moment and listened carefully. After listening to my father's explanation, I felt my eyes lit up in a few minutes and suddenly thought of where to start. I hurried back to my room, and this time I solved the problem quickly. Looking at the finished homework, I heaved a sigh and couldn't help sighing: solving a math problem is very tiring, but it is also very fulfilling!
In this way, I finally finished my homework trip, look at the time, it took more than 30 minutes! I can't help sighing again: it's not easy to do homework!
2. () It is not easy to write 600 words. It's easy to live, but life is not easy!
I think for me, life is like this, and I can't always walk out of my own wall. Life is neither sad nor happy for me.
Year after year, day after day. Every day is the same, doing the same thing. This life can't be what I want, but I don't know what kind of life I want. Is this pathetic or ridiculous?
I don't know when I got used to this life, and I got used to this state of life! Sometimes looking at yourself in the mirror is not a person or a ghost, that is to say, people are not like people and ghosts are not like ghosts!
Sometimes I feel that living is more like walking dead, with no purpose, no * * *, no dream, no ideal, no. . . . I don't know what life is like for me. I don't want this. Sometimes I want to escape from this life, only to find that I have no way out. Where can I escape?
Maybe remind myself every day that I still have dreams, I still have ideals, and I still have dreams. . . . . . Facing life, I still have troubles, joy and happiness. I'm not numb yet. I'm not an old man in my twilight years. I am a warm-blooded young man. Why did I become like this? Numb? Decadence? Doing nothing? Chaos? What should I be like? How to live higher?
Facing life, it seems that nothing I do is useless, because my life can only be like this. I don't know what kind of life I want, because I am in a restless heart, like youth with nowhere to put. Also like dandelion, this heart has been floating like this. . . And then go on like this. . . . . Finally, live a happy life with an indifferent attitude.
Helpless, maybe life is full of helplessness.
Life is about being born and living!
It's not easy to catch mosquitoes like this: during the spring break, several uninvited guests came to my house, and I had a lot of red tattoos from time to time. This is not the "master vampire"-the "excellent masterpiece" of mosquitoes. Mosquitoes are distributed in every corner of my home, ready to contribute all their strength to "delicious". These mosquitoes can make people happy. One minute they got under my armpit, and the next they flew in front of me, as if to play hide-and-seek with me. The buzzing sound is annoying. I really hope that all mosquitoes in the world will die from this moment! However, my curse is not supported by God, and mosquitoes are still at large in my house. No way, our family can only have a "mosquito competition". I put the paper with delicious food on the table and took some napkins. Father has prepared a mosquito swatter, and mother has a bottle of mosquito killer in her hand, ready to fight at any time. The game started and my eyes suddenly focused on the window. Hey, there are really two mosquitoes whispering here! Ha, mosquito, mosquito, I'm afraid this is the last conversation between you and your partner! See if I don't crush you to a pulp! Now, I want revenge! So, I gently walked to the front of the glass window and slammed at the mosquito. This time, I am very happy to catch mosquitoes, and I am going to appreciate my masterpiece. But when I opened my napkin, I was startled. There is nothing on the paper, just like when I first brought it! But the mosquito slipped away. Alas! It is not easy to catch those "troublemakers"! Look at dad, he is a mess, too. One by one, there has never been a funny action since ancient times, which made my mother and I laugh. I saw my father walking slowly towards the TV in his bare feet. There was a mosquito on the TV screen. Dad made a 360-degree turn, and suddenly, "pa", dad is really a dad. Although the mosquito missed, it was also disabled-it hit the mosquito's wing. But an ugly scar appeared on the screen. Mom saw it. It was so angry and funny. She said confidently, "Step aside, both of you! Look at me! " I saw that she picked up the mosquito killer and sprayed it at the mosquitoes. This move really worked. Now, my mother's pride can be regarded as the ultimate! My father and I admire it! Hey! It is not easy to catch mosquitoes.
4. composition (mom is not easy.
The shortest distance in the world is called maternal love. Let's walk into each other's spiritual world and resolve all the grievances in our hearts. This crying moved me. Let us forget the past. Let the loved one be desperate to protect the loved one, even if he is in pain. No one here is a victim. From the moment they were born, they were tied together by the rope of maternal love, even if the umbilical cord was cut short. This side of the rope is me and that side is my mother.
One day, my mother and I had an argument, and then my mother went out, and so did I. Then I went home to play with my sister's mobile phone. My mother sent a message asking my sister if I was back, and I was moved to tears.
Mom, did I hurt you? If it is hurt, it is my unfilial. God showed me this message. But when we quarreled, I was so excited that I thought you didn't love me at all. Should I laugh at myself? How can I think so? What kind of thing is maternal love? When I saw this message, I imagined that when I hurt you, you were still thinking about my safety. Speaking of which, you are "stupid".
I can't remember how many times I quarreled with you over the years. But this time it is unforgettable. My children are not sensible. I always thought that everything you did to us was taken for granted. I never really thought about what you and I are like. I didn't really see you. Maybe it's just too close to you, maybe it's just that there is less breathing between us. Haha, when my heartbeat is in your stomach, are you very attractive to me? What about now? It is conceivable that you would live more easily without me.
Mom, thank you. Today, I accidentally slipped into that corner of your heart. In fact, that corner has always been reserved for me, full of love for me. How can I understand naughty! I don't want to quarrel with you, perhaps because we were born in different times. Mother hopes you can forgive the child's ignorance.
It is not easy for parents to write a composition on the topic of "not easy".
I remember when I was in junior high school, it was a Monday morning, and it suddenly snowed knee-deep, but I still went to school, so I couldn't help it. My father has to walk more than 20 miles to send me to school, carry my schoolbag, carry things and stumble in the snow. Because it was cold, my father had to take off his coat for me to wear. That's why I have no idea how my dad feels. I just thought adding another dress would make me feel warmer, so I accepted it. Who can stand such a harsh environment and wearing such thin clothes? ! Later, my mother told me that my father went home frozen and didn't move. I really hate myself. Why was I so selfish? ! My parents never mistreated me since I was a child, and always gave me the best. Every time there is no money to spend, my father always says nothing. Whether it is cold or hot, he always gives me money by motorcycle, but I don't know how to save money every time. Every time I hold money, I feel guilty. It is not easy for my family to ask for money from the countryside. This is the result of their sweat. They don't want to spend 10 on a watermelon on a hot day. The only thing they can do is cold water. Every time I go home, I see more wrinkles, more sweat, more smiles and more aging.
We don't dislike our parents and don't give them ugliness. They are old, and they are just as beautiful and handsome when they are young. They grow old and ugly only because of us, because they give us the best.
Love our parents well, because they really work too hard. We have grown up and can't be as ignorant as we were when we were children. Don't make them angry again. It's time for us to remember them. We should make them happy, and don't care about parents' nagging and mother's nagging and persuasion. It is full of his deep love for their children, just like the moon hanging high in the darkness. This kind of love is like a safe haven. Even if I fail, I still have my warmest home.
Mom and dad, I love you, you have worked hard!
It is not easy.
In the new office, there are many colors of lights. It seems that turning on more lights has little contribution to "light pollution". On the wall, there is a banner "four places"-honest, dedicated and dedicated to the public ... Lao Li leans on the soft swivel chair, and he doesn't seem guilty about the layout of the new office.
The function of the swivel chair is not wasted. He turned half a circle and faced the window.
The city outside the window, tree-lined, straight, seems to have an eternal trend. People are people. Looking at something similar to yourself, you will learn to associate: isn't the building outside the window built bit by bit? The higher the building, the more houses you live in, which is convenient for everyone! It is not easy.
What about me? Lao Li took a sip of Biluochun from his secretary. The tea leaves swam up and down and finally sank to the bottom of the cup. The cup reflected Lao Li's melancholy smile. My idea took off.
I left politics at the age of 20. Hey, this way. After working as a deputy section chief for several years, he gets angry when he thinks about it. Wang Min, that bastard. Eating mine doesn't count, but it doesn't adjust me Fortunately, I "jumped ship" in time and found a new backer. Otherwise, at some point, that bastard is still drinking the Maotai I gave him!
Yellow bureau is not a good thing either. Probably the "big official" who ate my savings for several years. Is it easy for me? Thinking of this, Lao Li sneered, fortunately, I pay attention to "accumulation", and the small ones don't go, and the big ones don't come! Imagine that my wife is a senior white-collar worker and my son is in the best middle school in this city. All this is not the result of my "spare no effort to soil, rivers and seas do not choose trickle". Can there be "running water" without opening canals?
Lao Li sighed, maybe he really felt that he was not easy!
Just say the old man didn't buy my account yesterday. The older ginger gets, the hotter it gets. I am "poor" for this promotion! Hey, it's so hard to be an official! Lao Li took a gulp of tea, which was a little bitter in his mouth. Suddenly, he thought of something.
"Zi" swivel chair turned half a circle again. In front of the desk, Lao Li typed a few numbers neatly. "Hey, xiao zhang, what you said last time, I'll make a decision for you now. You come at noon. You know the rules. I can't ask for help either! ……"
In the office, the lights are still colorful, which seems to make Lao Li's "road to seeking an official" easier. Why, this light seems to be the same as his master-oh, it's not easy!
6. It is not easy. When I was a child, I heard my mother say that teachers are like grass, and their shadows are everywhere, just like in the Analects of Confucius,' A threesome must have a teacher'. It was easy to be a teacher at that time, so an ideal seed sprouted in my heart.
After primary school, although I worked hard, my academic performance was not so good. It was a Chinese class about thunderstorms. Because it was really boring, I played paper planes there. Suddenly there was a voice in my voice,' Don't play in class, but listen carefully. I don't know when the teacher came to me. The teacher's words came as a bolt from the blue. My world is suddenly overcast, and it seems that a storm is coming. I feel uneasy in my heart. At this time, the teacher asked me to read a text, and my mood gradually calmed down and I read it fluently. When I finished reading, the teacher and classmates applauded in unison. I was shocked at once. The teacher said that I have a gift for oral English, and I hope I can work hard for it. So I read aloud with a book every day, whether it's windy or rainy, hot or cold. It really paid off. I won the first prize in this year's campus competition. I remember a judge teacher said to me,' Don't get too excited, there will be unexpected bumps in the future. So I got lost in thought,' How hard will it be?
Now I'm in middle school, and my grades have improved, but I met that unexpected difficulty. I don't know if it was the teacher's whim that day, or who suggested that students be teachers. As a class representative, I became the first little teacher. I thought I would show my elegance in front of my teachers and classmates, so I prepared for two days. Finally, the bell of my first class rang. I walked confidently into the teaching room with some prepared information books. As usual, the students called' Hello, teacher! Ha ha ... The students all laughed. My heart fell from the sky to the ground, my face suddenly turned red, and I was too nervous to know what to say. Finally, the teacher helped me solve it. After a class, I fell asleep in the back, and only a few people in the classroom listened to my lecture. My mood suddenly became heavy, but the teacher's words made me suddenly wake up,' Nothing is very simple, you should work hard, you know'.
Yes, life is not simple, whether it is falling leaves or sprouting, it has its meaning. No one or anything should think too simply or too complicated. Life is like this, and it is not easy.
7. It's not easy, composition, 600 words. Just after dinner at noon today, mom and dad went out in a hurry and didn't even have time to wash the dishes. Looking at the dirty bowls on the table, I decided to help them "bathe".
Actions speak louder than actions! I brought a rag, detergent and a big round basin. I first poured a little detergent on the rag, took out my bowl and wiped it several times with all my strength.
Everything else is clean, except for a dried rice grain that seems to be deliberately aimed at me and can't be wiped off firmly in the bowl. So I wrapped my fingers in rags and dug hard. Ha, finally solved.
After washing a bowl, I took out a greasy plate with vegetables and prepared to start work. I held the tray in my left hand and wiped it with a rag in my right hand for a while. There are still some stains on it, so I can't clean it. I can only pour more detergent on it. It will help.
In this way, the tableware used by our family of three for dinner today came into my hand, and all of them became clean. It's not easy to wash so many bowls! However, it is as sweet as honey to look at the fruits of my labor and think that I can do something for my family.
8. Semi-propositional composition: "You can learn what is easy and what is not easy in the composition book from the propositional composition.
Writing a composition can learn from others and add your own words, so there will be no plagiarism and repetition.
According to the classification, there are narrative, argumentative and classical Chinese.
You can use the total score to write, divided into three paragraphs, first write a general paragraph, then write a detailed content and summarize a paragraph.
The center is clear and not off topic.
Generally, teachers only look at the front and back, and just choose a few words in the middle.
You can use beautiful paragraphs and words, and you can usually copy some good words, sentences and paragraphs with a small notebook. Accumulate writing materials.
Think about when, who, where and for what?
Pay attention to the sentence fluency, no typos!
Examples of propositions: "Drawing is easy" and "Cooking is not easy"
Cleaning is easy, but being a man is not.
etc
9. It is not easy to say goodbye to summer. I left quietly, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud.
—— Inscription One day, when I open that old window, when I can no longer hear the annoying cicada, when I can no longer see the lush forest, I will sigh: It's not easy to say goodbye to this summer ... Summer is destined to belong to separation. The senior high school entrance examination is in summer, bid farewell to your partner and embark on a new stage of life; The college entrance examination is in summer, bid farewell to high school and embark on a new journey in the future; The "final term" is in summer, bidding farewell to the previous period of study and welcoming new knowledge in the new semester.
This summer is destined to be extraordinary. Only by struggling in summer can we reap in autumn, and only by struggling in summer can we bloom in the end of summer. And for this brilliant autumn, for this harvest autumn, we can only try our best to rush forward.
Mature in sweat, we will prove with results in autumn that even if it is suffering, even if it is difficult, even if it is not easy to bid farewell to summer, we will not shrink back. And since we have chosen the distance, we only care about hardships! Maybe it was fate that made us meet the wild chrysanthemum on that rainy night in early summer.
In the gloomy tone, it is so weak, so conspicuous yellow. It stands straight, straighter than the willow beside it.
It stands proudly, holding its head high in the intense and crazy thunderstorm. It despises all sufferings and sings endlessly in the wind. Every petal is covered with water drops, and some of them fall sadly because they can't bear the heavy load. Even so, it still stands upright, like eternal light in the rain.
I bowed my head in front of this wild chrysanthemum, and compared with its standing, I looked so small. And it seems to be just an ordinary plant, and my so-called struggle, compared with its spirit of swaying in the wind and rain but never falling down, I am weak and mentally weak.
It knows that only by standing firm in the wind and rain can it bid farewell to this hard-won summer and welcome the harvest autumn. People struggle for the glory of autumn in summer and for a better life in summer! On its upright pole, there is a huge plant that despises all severe summers.
It knows that only after all the difficult summers will there be all the brilliant autumn. I don't want to go into battle lightly, I want to live like a wild chrysanthemum! Saying goodbye to summer is not easy, because it is full of thunderstorms and hardships.
Because of this, we should learn from the wild chrysanthemum, because farewell is not the end, but a new beginning! One day, when I open the old window again, when I can't hear the annoying cicadas, when I can't see the lush forest and I look at the weather-beaten wild chrysanthemums, I will stand up straight and proudly announce that as long as I struggle, as long as I work hard, there will be no summer that is not easy to say goodbye.
10. Fifth grade composition: It's really not easy to do this (450 words). At noon yesterday, I received the task of correcting Wen's composition from the teacher. I am ecstatic! I usually see the teacher correcting students' compositions face to face, so I draw circles on students' compositions with a pen. I think the teacher is very powerful. I think: If only I could draw circles on my classmates' books like this! Now the opportunity has finally come! I am so excited that I can't wait to go to Wen to give her a face-to-face opportunity.
It's finally time to criticize face to face. I took Wen to my bed in the girls' dormitory and asked her to sit down. I sat next to her, too. I took her composition from her hand and read it. This article is not well written. At first, I found two problems: unreasonable sentences and repeated words. I followed the teacher's example and tapped on the essay paper with a pencil. I solemnly said, "Wen, there was something wrong with your composition from the beginning." Your words are repetitive and your sentences are not fluent. It should be changed to this, "I said, crossing out repetitive words for her and helping her make the sentence fluent." I read it once, ha, so it's much smoother. I can't help being proud of this small success.
Then I bowed my head and helped her understand a natural passage. After a change, it is found that the composition of the article occupies a large space in human language, but the description of the scene is very few, which makes the article appear dull and become a running account. I frowned and said to her, "You should do more scene description, whether it is written or written. For example, when a person speaks, you only write his language but not his actions and manners. "I told her what I knew without reservation. "I see, modify it yourself." I handed her a pen, only to find that she was looking at me blankly.
"Do you understand?"
"No."
Hearing these two words, my anger suddenly jumped up. I talked so much and so detailed that she didn't understand at all! For a moment, I really wanted to give her a good scolding, and then I left my pen and turned away. But on second thought, a qualified teacher must never leave his students in the middle of teaching and turn around and leave! I fought back my anger and spoke patiently. This time she understood, picked up a pen and revised many compositions. I looked at it, hey, it's really good!
That's how we modified it. Half an hour passed, and an hour passed. Sweat oozed from my forehead and my back ached. My hand holding the pen also sweated a lot. The composition has finally been revised! I showed it to Wen Xi. The revised composition is much better than the original, with fewer people, more scene descriptions and wonderful words. I smiled with relief. My efforts were not in vain. Although I am very tired, I feel very happy.
Beating my sour and painful back, I finally realized how hard the teacher worked! I find it difficult for a classmate to criticize the composition in person, let alone a teacher who criticizes the composition in person for 54 classmates. It is too difficult for the teacher to correct our homework, but we don't want to do it well every day. We often write a few answers at random to deal with the teacher. Are we worthy of the teacher? I thought, and my face began to burn. At ordinary times, we only know how much homework there is and how tired it is to do it, but we never thought about how difficult it is for teachers to correct 54 homework! People who have never been a teacher will never know how difficult it is to correct homework, but after 90 minutes as a teacher, I deeply understand the fatigue of teachers in correcting homework. The hard work we do is nothing compared with the hard work the teacher corrects! How can we be worthy of every teacher who teaches us without studying hard?
Being a teacher for 90 minutes has benefited a lot!