Growing up is like a boat in my life, riding the wind and waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves. However, my growth boat was not smooth sailing, and I also experienced various storms. For me, everything is bittersweet.
We are constantly growing, but the troubles of growth also follow. It makes people unhappy all day.
Every parent wants his son to be a dragon and his daughter to be a phoenix. My parents are no exception. They buy me countless study materials every year, which wastes money. The important thing is that I have no time to write them.
When I was in primary school, my parents enrolled me in many cram schools on the grounds of getting a good junior high school exam. I study hard only to achieve my parents' goals.
Now, I finally achieved my parents' goal. I thought I didn't have to bury myself in the ocean of problems all day. However, not arriving first is another unexpected result: "Where are you? You only remember to play all day. Look at the monitor of your class. He is always the first. You can also give us a top five. " I have to study hard in class.
Mom and Dad, have you ever thought about my feelings? Whenever I do my homework at home on Sunday, I can't help crying when I watch my peers laughing and playing outside the window. Mom and dad, you put all the unfinished "college dreams" on me, but you don't know that my dream is not here, but to have freedom.
Please give me some time, let me put down the burden of study, look at the clear sky Wan Li, look at the fiery red clouds, look at the little magpie; Let me have childhood imagination and childlike innocence; Let me listen to music and feel beautiful; Let me enjoy life quietly and feel the touch of the breeze.
Please give me some time, ok? Give me some time, I will grow up.
Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a junior high school student. I no longer celebrate Children's Day, because I have stepped into the threshold of youth.
We are old, my parents are old, and I have learned to understand my parents, but I really can't stand their endless quarrels.
Sometimes I often think: how nice it is to be a child, but I don't know anything. I can only babble, and my parents will not be heartbroken when they quarrel. Youth, why does it come so fast, so fast, why do people have joys and sorrows, why do they quarrel ... who will answer all this for me?
Mom and Dad, why don't you consider our feelings? In a political class, the teacher said, "What kind of family is your family?" At that time, I was about to raise my hand to answer, when I suddenly remembered that Mom and Dad had quarreled today. The hand I just raised was slowly put down, and all I answered was tears and sadness. I suddenly feel so uncomfortable.
Mom and dad, we are old, not that little doll with a runny nose. We are little adults. Can you "endure for a while, calm down, take a step back and open your eyes"? We need a warm, harmonious home and a happy home.
Every time after school, I don't want to go home, because I'm afraid to hear you quarrel and face your complaining faces. Your quarrel hurt not only you, but also us.
We don't help anyone when you quarrel. After all, you are our parents. You embarrassed us. I sincerely say: I hate you so much, I hate your quarrel, I hate your quarrel, and I hate that you don't think about us. You are not qualified to be a parent, and you can't give us a happy and warm home.
I have secretly cried for you many times, but what about you? It's still noisy Sometimes I really want to leave you. Only in this way will I have no troubles.
After school, I was walking alone on the road, and the youthful hentai blew head on. ...
Troubled topic composition 3 "The little boy can't finish his homework with his schoolbag on his back ..."
There will be many troubles when we grow up, and these troubles are all "discovered" in our study, and they are all troubles that we don't want to tell our parents and school teachers. However, with more and more troubles, we finally became "sinners" who didn't want to go to school.
When I first entered the first grade, there were new classmates, new teachers and new schools. This is all so weird. I remember when I was in physical education class, I saw my classmates having so much fun together. How much I want to play with them, but I don't think I am qualified to play with them. At that time, who knew how lonely my heart was? I feel like a bird eager to fly into the blue sky.
Last Saturday, after I finished my homework, I said to my mother, "Mom, I finished my homework. Can you go out to play for a while and come back? " Mother said angrily, "no, you think you can go out to play now after finishing your homework, and you don't want to read English." You just let your readers sleep at home all day. " I quickly explained, "I mean, I'm going to play outside for a while.
Wait till I get back, and it's not too late to learn English. "No," my mother told me sternly. Suddenly feel very sad, thinking: after entering junior high school, don't you even have time to play for a while?
I still remember that day, I wanted to buy a pair of scissors for a craftsman, but my mother wouldn't let me buy them. So, I secretly bought a pair of small scissors, but I don't know when my mother went to my room and found the small scissors. My mother was very angry and said to me, "Why didn't you listen to me?" I tried to explain to my mother, but she didn't listen to me at all. So that night, I didn't sleep at all.
Now I'm much happier. Through these three things, I summed up a truth: always burying troubles in my heart will not only affect my study, my mood, but also my mental and physical health in the long run.
Have you noticed composition 4 on troublesome topics? Many people around us wear a pair of stupid and heavy short-sighted eyes.
There are many people around my home who always wear a pair of short-sighted glasses. They can't see clearly The lenses are thick and heavy. Sometimes, if a person is not careful, the lens will automatically fall off, or even fall to the ground and break. People who like to play pranks even call these people with glasses "cobra". These people are really annoying. They are tired of wearing glasses. It's really immoral to give them nicknames.
The times are getting closer and closer, and science and technology are developing, which has improved our living standards, accelerated the pace of life and made people's lives more and more comfortable. But the development of science and technology has also brought us harm. Television and computers have become indispensable leisure and entertainment equipment in our lives. However, if we watch TV and play computer for a long time, it will do some harm to our eyesight. Because the houses rented by migrant workers are small, we watch TV programs too close to the TV, which leads to the rapid decline of our children's eyesight. Although we know that watching too much is bad for our eyesight, how can we go without entertainment facilities? Coupled with some incorrect reading and writing postures, our eyesight is getting worse and worse.
To this end, we should protect our eyesight. Must do:
1, when watching TV and playing computer, we should control the time, not too long, and the distance from TV and computer should be appropriate.
When reading homework, we should keep our bodies away from the desk, with our eyes one foot away from the book and our hands one inch away from the pen tip.
3. Do eye exercises regularly.
These are all good ways to prevent myopia. Everyone should take action to protect the window of our hearts.
Composition 5 on the topic of worry that morning, I went to collect my exercise book as usual, but when I got to the seat of R in the sixth row, he gave me a cold look and said, "I didn't bring my homework. Really disgusting! " ""What, I'm sick? "I grabbed R's precious pencil case angrily and wanted to fall. He pretended to be surprised and said, "There is a wasp behind you!" " "Looking back, I saw nothing. Looking back again, he put oil on the soles of his feet-he slipped away.
I immediately ran downstairs and looked for him all over the world. Boy, he is hiding behind the desk and enjoying himself secretly. I sneaked around behind him, grabbed him and asked, "Will you pay?" He pretended to be calm and said impatiently, "Are you bored?" "Then I'll go ..." I pointed to the teacher in charge's office. "So what?" R is starting to be a hooligan.
I can't help it Class will begin soon. I had to give the confiscated books to the class representative. The class representative complained: "It's so slow to collect homework every time." Not counting this, the teacher criticized me in class: "You never get this set of books." Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, otherwise, when choosing the group leader, I will definitely tell my classmates: don't choose me.
It is even more difficult to check homework. Once, the teacher asked each group leader to check dictation exercises in class. The students may be trying to save my time, or they may be making trouble on purpose. Everyone rushed at me like looking for a vault, some blindfolded me, some held my hand and corrected the dictation book at random, and some even wrote the word "qualified" in private. I am so angry! I want to find someone to vent, but they have long since disappeared without a trace.
Changing homework is more troublesome. Every time I see piles of books, I am almost suffocated by fear. But that's the top priority assigned to me by the teacher, and others are not qualified to change it! I think like this, and my heart is balanced a lot. So, I worked tirelessly to change, and I was so tired that I was sweating. Then I'm tired!
There are so many troubles when you are a team leader! I couldn't finish talking for two days and nights, but I still worked with relish. Although being a team leader is sometimes annoying, every time I am elected as a team leader, my classmates all want to choose me in unison. Needless to say, my inner excitement, I know that is everyone's trust in me!
In the eyes of many adults, childhood may be carefree, but in my life, there is one worry that bothers me, that is, weekends are always ruthlessly deprived!
Cloudless Sunday in Wan Li. The sun in the sky is particularly dazzling. I finished my homework carefully. At this time, I heard the laughter and conversation of the children outside, and I wanted to go out to play. I rushed out of the room and was about to go out. Suddenly, my mother gave me a hard hand and said sternly, "Didn't you say you would practice painting on weekends?" How to speak is not a word! ""I'll play for ten minutes! "I pleaded." Don't! "Mom said simply. I had no choice but to hold my breath and scribble a picture of the puppy for my mother: "Is it ok now?" "all right." Mom said reluctantly. Just as I was about to go out again, a voice came again, "Sister!" "Why?" I asked impatiently, didn't you say you would study with me? ""what? After reading a book for a day, do you still want to read it? " "Yes, read with my sister!" When mother heard this, she said it like a treasure. I seem to have been hit by 5000 kilograms of steel, but I was furious and reluctantly followed my cousin to study.
After reading the book, it was already dark, the laughter of my friends gradually dissipated, and all my play time was ruined. I sat on the sofa, full of anger, thinking: when can I have a weekend of my own? My mother seems to have guessed my thoughts and said earnestly, "Beckham, I am doing it for your own good!" " "I can't help it. Forgive my mother even if you think about it.
Hey, when will my troubles end?
Writing 7 on the topic of worry is like a big maze, which trapped me and made me unable to find a way out. And this "maze" that bothers me is that others laugh at me for being fat.
Since the third grade, we have swimming lessons. I don't want to mention how happy I am. When I put on my bathing suit, took a bath and prepared to go into the water happily, a nightmare began. First, he ran over and excitedly pointed at me and said to everyone, "Look at Huang's plump legs!" " "So, everyone's eyes are all gathered on me, which makes me feel prickly all over." Look at her plump arms! "Yang Sisi went on to say." Finally, look at the plump breasts! "qi zhou shouted at me," You should lose weight! " Say that finish, the three of them burst out laughing. Their laughter inspired other students, so I got nicknames such as "Meat Steamed Bun", "Meat Roll" and "Fat Dudu". It may be interesting to them, but I hear it very harshly. I didn't get rid of these annoying laughter until I got into the water.
Am I really fat? Does it matter whether you are fat or not? I am very distressed. Perhaps everyone's growth process is accompanied by a lot of troubles; Maybe I will be a beautiful girl when I grow up. Looking back, how ridiculous these troubles should be now!
I believe I can get out of this maze, throw away this trouble completely and be a confident and happy person.
Teacher's comment: Your exercise fully and appropriately exaggerates the atmosphere in which classmates laugh at you for being fat. For the key part of the exercise, I made a delicate and vivid description of my uncomfortable feeling when I faced the ridicule of my classmates, which was worthy of being a masterpiece.
Writing 8 Panqiao on the topic of worry, in the activity center of primary and secondary schools.
Hundreds of primary school students are carrying all kinds of shovels and cooking. Suddenly, the activity center was filled with thick smoke and fragrant smell. Every stove is a landscape. The surrounding flowers and plants seem to be infected by fragrance, swaying gently there, and the sun shines happily on us. What a beautiful scenery it is.
"I blow, I turn, I blow again, I turn again!"
I am a member of Class 5 (12) paper airplane group. With the concerted efforts of Qi Xin and Qi Xin, we finally lit the stove, and the flames jumped happily in the stove. So did our hearts, and cheerful laughter came out of our mouths. At the moment of ignition, the fried celery fell down. I am a novice cook, picking up a spatula and playing around, frying the squid in the pot in a mess, which is terrible. However, when the squid in the pot was poured on the plate, a miracle happened. When the teacher swallowed it in one gulp, it seemed to be stuck in his throat, his face flushed and he could not speak for a long time. We looked at him expectantly. "Yummy, yummy!" "He jumped out of the first sentence turned out to be this sentence. I think I'd say it's terrible!
In a short time, the smell of cooking, cooking and cooking is everywhere, which makes people drool. There are smiling faces of classmates everywhere, and laughter ripples in the crowd. I followed Mr. Su to "eat rice" in the crowd, and some delicacies were in my mouth. This meal opened my eyes, and the names of the dishes were even more strange and out of thin air. Food, as its name implies, is memorable. Coke duck tongue is sweet and salty, potatoes kiss peas and spicy coexist, stupid fish fly first and burn vividly. Anyone who looks at it will "drool down three thousands of feet" ...
When the fragrance gradually dispersed, we reluctantly left the stove and returned to the campus. Some people are smiling, others are ashamed.
Happiness can be burned and troubles can be swallowed up, so happy people will always be in an invincible position.
Time is gone forever, and the happiness of the lower grades has disappeared without a trace. When I entered the fifth grade, my study troubles were always lingering.
Junior year, study carefree all day? Good at it! Exam? Not afraid! Is there no time to worry? I can say for sure: most of the time! What about now? Study? Tired of exams? Difficult! Various tasks are like a hungry wolf, mercilessly devouring my original playing time.
When I was in my junior year, when I went out to school, my mother always took pains to remind me again and again: "Pay attention to safety on the road, and cross the road to' see two delays and three crossings' ..." Every time I was interrupted by "I'm going to be late". What about now? I have changed my mind: "Listen carefully in class, do you hear?" I nag like this every time. I don't know when the importance of learning has surpassed safety. I'm confused.
In my junior year, every time I came home from school, I was always waiting for a caring greeting: "How was school? Are you happy? " I greeted him happily and began to tell my parents that they always listened patiently to my boasting and worrying. What about now? Every time I go home, I always say, "Did you take the exam?" "How many points did you get?" "How are you studying?" Hey, when can my parents ask me "Are you happy?" Ah! Does the importance of study outweigh the importance of my happiness? Paradoxically, there is no solution and no language.
In my junior year, the exam came effortlessly for 95 minutes, and I got an "A+" easily in my homework. What about now? No matter how hard I try, I can't surpass her. When reviewing Chinese dictation, she was not there, but she was more than me 15 points. In math class, she was absent-minded, but she was 2 points higher than me in the exam. I'm not as smart as her? Don't! I didn't work as hard as her? Don't! Then why? I'm even more confused.
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Trouble, like a shadow, lingering. But I know that trouble is inevitable. When you beat it, you will get happiness that nothing can buy. So I decided to face it bravely, work hard every day, try to get rid of the shackles of troubles and experience the happiness of life.
10 Adults always say, "Children are always carefree." But I don't agree with the adults.
The senior high school entrance examination is coming soon, and the school implements the policy of reducing the burden this semester. As for me, my homework is not reduced at all, but more and more, which is higher than the mountain and makes me breathless. God, is this still a burden reduction?
One Friday, Teacher Liu left school early and I went home early. I think I can watch TV for a while without doing my homework today. I was just about to get beautiful, and I stepped into the house, but as soon as I stepped into the house, I heard a harsh and cold voice: "Go and do your homework, finish your homework and do the classic volume of Xiaoshengchu!" "ah! Dad came back early. Hearing the cold sound, I knew that my wishful thinking had failed again. I walked into the room and looked at the classic volume of Xiaoshengchu. I couldn't help laughing a few times: "Hum, it's homework all day long. "After two hours of hard work, I finally finished my homework and the classic volume of Xiaoshengchu. Just then, my father said, "Go back 150 English words." I gasped again, and my father heard me, and his hard palm hit me firmly in the face. It is not surprising that this has become commonplace for me.
After several hours of fighting, I finally finished reciting English words. At this time, my mother came back. I thought my mother would let me watch TV, but I never expected that my mother took out a pile of homework and said to me, "son, my mother brought you some gifts." How are you? Are you satisfied? " I sneered: "This gift makes me so satisfied." I dropped a thick pile of homework on the floor of the room. I didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning that night, but I couldn't sleep in bed because I knew that tomorrow would be another day full of homework.
The essay on the topic of annoyance 1 1 flashed countless stars in my memory, and each star contained a story, including excitement, excitement, happiness and annoyance ... Recently, an annoyance haunted my mind.
Before I had an English class in Cambridge last week, I suddenly found that I forgot to bring my English textbook. Suddenly, I was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. You know, my English teacher is very strict. She said that as long as she didn't bring her textbook, she would be punished for copying the text three times. Whoever lets himself be careless will be punished, but what a shame to be criticized in front of so many classmates. I have always been a very strong girl. What a pity! Unwilling, I quickly turned my schoolbag upside down, but in the end I didn't find any English textbooks. Alas, I'm in trouble! A nuisance
"Jingle bells …" The bell rang and the English teacher came into the classroom with a smile. I dare not look her in the eye, and I have fifteen buckets in my heart to draw water-so anxious. In desperation, I picked up the English exercise book "Treasure of the Classroom" and put it on the cover in an attempt to muddle through ... Fortunately, the teacher didn't find it, and I was glad.
In class, the teacher explained the text in a vivid voice, but I didn't listen to a word. I just looked at my watch and looked forward to the morning class. What is "suffering" is a vestige! Although I tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, I always raised my hand to speak, not to mention answering questions enthusiastically, and even dared not look at the teacher. Perhaps my abnormal behavior caught the teacher's attention. She moved to my side lightly while giving a lecture ... My heart was broken so tightly that I almost mentioned my throat, "Don't come over! Don't come ... "I have been praying in my heart. At this time, my face was burning and my legs were shaking.
As the saying goes, "paper can't wrap fire." The fake textbook was finally discovered. I slowly looked up and saw the teacher's puzzled and serious expression. Next, you can imagine ...
Who can blame this? It's all this carelessness that brings trouble!
Essay 12 on the topic of troubles Everyone in China will "encounter" troubles in the process of enterprise growth, and I am no exception.
That day, it rained heavily and it was dark. After school, I ran home in the rain. When I walked into the house, I took out an interest class registration form and gave it to my mother, regardless of whether I was raining all over. Mom, I'm going to have a calligraphy class! Mother took the registration form, looked at it carefully and said slowly, "Let's go to the Olympic Mathematics class!"! Calligraphy has little effect on learning, so I didn't report it. As soon as I heard this, I felt like a deflated ball and asked, "Why do you want to take an Olympic math class?" How little influence does calligraphy have on learning? My mother didn't answer me, put on an apron, cooked dinner in a hurry and left me alone in the living room.
Soon, father came home from work. I couldn't wait to run over and hand in the registration form. My father said softly, "Dad, I want to sign up for calligraphy class, but you don't want to sign up for Olympic math class …" If I didn't finish writing, my father seemed to discuss it with my mother and replied,' It is reported that after the Olympic math class, you are now a senior student, and your homework will not fall behind.' I also heard my father's conversation there. Yelled loudly: "Why should I sign up for the Olympics class or have a little freedom?" After hearing my busy mother's voice in the kitchen, I ran out with her. She looked at us nervously. We are worried about fighting. I was so wronged, tears flowed down, my face turned red, and I clenched my fist, as if I were going to fight soon. Seeing this attitude, my father snapped, "What is your attitude?" My mother immediately stood next to Lycra and whispered to me, but it seems that they are angry with me because of lions. We don't say hello. You always say you are good to me. Have you ever thought about how I feel? So I rushed into the study.
Outside the window, it is still raining heavily. It is no exaggeration to describe yourself with torrential rain. Looking at this continuous rain, my mood is as heavy as being wet. I asked loudly, "When will the students stop the rain?" When there is no work that affects the weather, can the enterprise rain? "
I don't know how many times I've listened to 13, a short article on the topic of annoyance, and how many places I've heard people often compare us energetic teenagers to the rising sun at eight or nine in the morning. It is a symbol of hope and beauty. But they don't know, and they don't know when youth and troubles become twins.
Entering the palace of youth means that troubles will accompany you.
Needless to say, a mountain of homework and a busy schedule; Needless to say, parents' grades and strict teaching requirements. Just when I cut my long hair short, endless troubles followed.
When I was a child, I think it was before the fourth grade. How naive and happy my childhood was. How simple and capable short hair is. No matter whether you meet an acquaintance or a stranger, you will praise me in unison: "This little girl has black and straight hair. If it is long hair, it must be beautiful. " Whenever I hear such praise, my heart is as sweet as drinking honey.
Yes, it was these compliments that made me grow long hair from the fourth grade. Slowly, I found it troublesome to have long hair, so I restored my childhood short hair in the last summer vacation of primary school.
When I entered junior high school, although my troubles went with my long hair, my troubles targeted me.
Once, during the first evening self-study, my friends and I went arm in arm to find someone. I didn't expect that.
Passing through a dark place, a strange male classmate said to us, "It's really shameless to hold hands with male classmates." This was my first encounter, and I was almost overwhelmed by gossip after that. Some people say that I am neither fish nor fowl.
; Some people say that I am the most greedy in my class, so greedy that I cut my long hair and sell it. Some people say that I can sacrifice my long hair to be different; Others say ... these words are all said by gay men, so I can ignore them.
What surprises me even more is that among the female students, everyone still treats me as a joke. My mother has repeatedly asked me not to cut my hair again, but I just want to cut it. I can't be defeated by a few rumors.
Entering the palace of youth may be accompanied by troubles, but it is precisely because of these troubles that our lives are colorful.