Some ancient poems with a long history don't need to do headache math problems, recite troublesome English words, and don't have to worry about future life. I want to study as easily as when I was a child 1, 2, 3, and look down happily.
Human book; I want to listen to the teacher's story about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and I want to see the hero of the universe-the cartoon Altman. I want to hold a beautiful doll and ride a small and exquisite bike around ... how noisy! boisterous
Ah! Jump! Jump! No one will say that I have nothing to do, but think, silly child, so cute. ...
I remember when I was a child, I found a coin on the road. I was ecstatic because I finally
On the roadside, I found a penny. In primary school, I would happily raise my little hand, stand up and tell the teacher that your handwriting is wrong, so you should write it like this. At that time, the teacher would praise me for reading well.
All right. Now, even if I see the teacher writing typos, I won't raise my hand because I have lost the courage to correct the teacher's mistakes. ...
Childhood is like coke, always carefree; Growth is like a cup of coffee without sugar. The mouth may be bitter, but if you taste it carefully, you will find it is sweet.
I don't want to grow up, I don't want to escape from reality; I don't want to grow up, I just don't want to be assimilated by this world. Don't want to grow up, not to avoid responsibility, just don't want responsibility to crush you. I don't want to grow up, not to refuse to mature, but not to make my already mature heart unhappy.
I don't want to grow up, I just want to be a simple child and have simple happiness. ...
I don't want to lose.
Loss only comes from our inner despair; Victory is our eternal belief! In fact, losing is not terrible. What is terrible is your heart that has never been picked up after an iron block falls. Such a person can only hide in a dark corner all his life, constantly let others surpass him, and keep himself at the starting line forever. Because he didn't dare to try, he was afraid that he would be heartbroken after losing and couldn't accept the fact. However, no matter how difficult the "stone" is, we must summon up the courage to move it. Because, we-don't want to lose, we have to believe in our own strength and strong belief!
The autumn wind is cool, and we have once again ushered in the "school sports meeting" in this harvest season. When I saw the indomitable expressions on the players' faces, I couldn't help thinking of the unforgettable event in the previous "school sports meeting".
"Come on, come on, come on ..." The shouts in the audience kept rising. What I saw was the excited expression of the cheerleaders, and what I heard was the loud cry of the cheerleaders. Now, the women's 800-meter race has begun. Suddenly, under the command of the "dead shot", all the runners who participated in the 800-meter race started to run like a sword, and they were as strong as grass! "Come on, come on!" At this time, I saw a girl with long hair falling behind the rest of the contestants, but she still ran away strongly ... "Oh," and "Bang" only heard the girl give a painful cry and then had a close contact with the ground. At this time, she should be very painful. Her face twisted unnaturally. ..... After about half a minute, she finally tried to support herself with her hands and walked on! She ran strong and hard step by step. She gradually surpassed one player, two players, three, four ... Finally, the game was over. And the girl with long hair also collapsed. She won the second place.
When she woke up, her classmates asked her, "Why don't you give up the game and make you so miserable now?" She said people shouldn't be so cowardly. Then she said, "I didn't give up because I didn't, I didn't want to, and I lost!" " "It is these four strong and short words that I will never forget!
I don't want to lose this sentence from the girl's firm heart and strong will. If we encounter a hard stumbling block in our later life, we should say loudly, "I don't want to lose!" " "Because only you don't want to lose this consciousness, you have the motivation and will to win!
2. The composition entitled "I don't want to-"is 600 words. How to write it? I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world. I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to grow up, I'd rather be stupid forever. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up.
I really, really wanted to grow up when I was a child. Every time I see my sister riding a bicycle condescending, my mother holding wool in the light, and my brother reading a lot of strange words with an English textbook in his hand, I really want to grow up. As long as you grow up, you don't have to be called a "stupid child" because of a small moth, listen to your parents' nagging and strengthen your running performance. When I was a child, I shouted to the sky, "I want to grow up." At this time, my sister leaned out of the room and looked at me with a helpless smile. I continue to study bottomless olympiad. I ran to the kitchen in doubt and asked my mother, "Mom, I want to grow up, why doesn't my sister want to?" Mother smiled helplessly and said, "Silly child, what's good about growing up?" At that time, I didn't understand. Didn't you grow up as well as I thought?
The sun rises and sets in the west, taking away my childhood day after day, and the years have pushed me to a new height in the second day of junior high school. However, what accompanied me to grow up was not the happiness and pride I should have, but the endless darkness and bitterness. The cost of growing up did not stop because of my expectation. Gradually realize the hardships and helplessness of growing up.
Looking at the bicycle that keeps "discharging" in the sun, I am deeply touched. I am eager to ride it on the busy street to "race with the bull". Now, it has accompanied me for thousands of days and nights, and I don't think it is such a happy thing. I rode it in the street, standing in the hot sun, and stomped on the handlebars of my bike. I finally realized. Finally, I realized my mother's meaningful words. The bicycle I once named "Maxima" in my childhood has been crushed by the wheels of years, so it is necessary for me to rename it-a stupid guy.
Growing up has brought me not only hardships, but also helplessness, confusion and desolation.
When I was a child, I had a lovely bird at home. Every morning, it sings against the breeze. I often use my teacher's Protestant Tang poems to teach this bird. Although I know that bird belongs to "* *+retarded type", I still read the poem to it n times. It was really hopeless at that time. One day, my neighbor's little yellow dog actually killed the bird, and I held it sadly.
That evening, I found a dead kitten on the grass. Its snow-white fur has become dull, its eyes have lost the aura of the past, and its two furry little ears hang quietly over its head, both curled up into a small snowball. I looked at it calmly, and there were no tears in my eyes. I'm surprised how I can be so heartless and indifferent to the death of a life.
Yes, when a person grows up, it is no longer so easy to cry. That fragile heart has already been wrapped in impeccable armor, and many lives have passed away. It hurts every time, but with the growth of age, the number of heartbeats is getting less and less, and it is getting lighter and lighter. And when I face the cold body of the kitten, I wish I could cry happily, but I want to cry but I have no tears. Is it numbness? Is it strong? Or other reasons, I don't know. But I know that the process of growing up is to gain and lose.
How many empty nights, that empty heart recalls the time when I was a child. Those little red flowers and 100 test papers that I vowed to cherish for a lifetime are now in the hands of the waste yard and can only be worth 50 cents. How I wish I could go back to my childhood and live a carefree life, but time doesn't allow me to do so. Even giants are pale and powerless in the face of years. Besides, I'm a nobody. I can only sigh helplessly, and I am wandering on the endless journey of life-a journey with no end in sight. I only know that the farther I go, the farther away from the carefree sky, I will get lost in the front.
Until one day, I suddenly realized that I always look back. In fact, they are not far from me, but through a window, I can clearly see people, things and things inside, but I can't touch them, and they can't come to me through that window, because that window is called time.
3. Write an essay "I don't want to grow up". I don't want to recall the vague time when there are white clouds floating in the blue sky when I grow up. At that time, I always took kites with my mother, crossed several streets and flew kites on the grass in front of the mountain. I stumbled along the line, suddenly tripped over a stone, "kissed" the earth sadly and cried. Clap my head coquetry. "Silly child, watch mom help you fly." Mom said and ran quietly. Beautiful butterfly kites are flying in the wind. I laughed through tears, clapped my hands, sang songs and rolled wildly on the grass. Next to me, my mother looked at me meekly, and I looked at the sky, but the kite next to the white clouds danced in my heart from now on, and there was no more. I will never play carefree on the grass again, and I will never laugh happily again. Occasionally, I will look up from the pile of books and look at the singing birds and the budding spring outside the window. One test paper after another, ranking again and again, makes my heart tired and weak. Mother's coquetry arms turned into severe criticism, and my gentle eyes turned into a sigh of hating iron and not turning into steel. What about the grass? What about the blue sky? How about Dancing Butterfly? I'll never see it again. Huang Rao is surrounded by piles of books that are getting taller every day like thick walls. I remember when I was a child, I squatted under the locust tree with my friends and played with mud. I grabbed a handful of mud and kneaded it into various shapes: a small gourd, a war horse, a commander in chief ... I looked around, as long as there was a lump of mud in my hand, so, "Pa-? Oh, my little friend has become a little mud cat. This is the last thing I can do. After a big war, each of us dragged a suit of mud and went home with trepidation ... At this time, I thought of today's friends, with hypocritical and affected faces and a selfish look. I remember the day before the baking exam, I asked a friend a difficult question. She said she couldn't do it, but what did she think the next day? Is it necessary to face these intrigues and indifference when you grow up? Can grades really erase the innocent friendship of the past? When we grow up, we must pretend to believe in the so-called "every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost"? I don't understand and I don't want to understand. I just want to find those innocent, friendly and sincere smiles when I was a child. I just want to get back the good things I lost in the past. I don't want to grow up, and I don't want Brother Cheng to get stuck in the sea of books. I don't want to lose the blue sky and kites under the blue sky when I grow up; I don't want to grow up and face those sophisticated and smooth; I don't want to grow up, and I don't want to lose that innocent smile that blooms on my cheeks. I really don't want to grow up.
4. The composition on the topic "I don't want to-"should be no less than 600 words, and I am deeply grateful.
Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself … grateful heart, thank fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish the same …
Orange lights bloom like flowers in the cold winter, although the snowflakes flying around me gradually melt into my heart, petal by petal. Only by being grateful for the life of the "dead", giving me pure land, giving me clear sky, beauty, softness, tranquility and warmth in my heart, can I smile in snowy days and enjoy spring in winter. People should always have a grateful heart. Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I am grateful to many, many people. ...
I thank my parents for giving me life and a warm home. A solid and warm haven will always be my shelter. Dad, you are the safe and warm backer in your daughter's heart. Lying on it can refresh you when you are tired. Dad, you are the other side of the vast ocean in your daughter's heart; Waiting for her daughter's return on the other side. Dad, you are the sun in my daughter's heart, and the dazzling light has driven away the shadow in her heart ... Mom, you conceived in October and brought me to this colorful world. You raised me through hard work. How many times have you changed my diaper? How many times have you got up on a cold night to help my daughter tuck in? How many hot summer days, you shook your fan to repel mosquitoes for me ... mom and mom. Looking back on my previous waywardness, I feel extremely ashamed. Scenes of the past came to my mind, pushed open the door of memory, and my thoughts drifted back to the past ... So I was inspired to be a grateful person! Serve my parents, my motherland and everyone who cares about me-my parents, teachers and even friends!
I am grateful to my teachers, whose sunny smiles soothe the wounds of my heart and write immortal and brilliant chapters with regretless youth. I still remember that the flying chalk dust dyed the teacher's temple red, and the * * * in the morning and evening sent away the teacher's precious youth. But you have no regrets, and you are still sticking to the city to send a three-foot podium in the storm. Day after day, year after year, we grow sturdily on campus, from ignorant children to young people, because you instilled strength and belief in us; It is your selfless dedication that makes us grow up in the whirlpool of love; It is your kindness that reminds us of the loss of leaving home. Teacher, being your student is the blessing of our three students. We will never forget your little concern!
I thank my friends, who make me happy in the collective life. "Friends are the greatest wealth in the world." Let the student days become the truest and purest page in the photo album. I am grateful to ... many people. ...
Grateful, let me know that "inherit the wind is especially expensive"; Gratitude, let me know "the pleasure of kneeling on my ancestors"; Gratitude, let me appreciate the charm of sunshine; Gratitude, let me know what is in the same boat; Grateful, let me understand ... Grateful for birds and flowers, grateful for spring scenery, grateful for blue sky, ... Grateful, life is so extraordinary, there are gems shining in the long river of life, grateful, life is so colorful, and it is the eternal enthusiasm given to life by all creatures.
I admire those who are grateful and inspirational!
With gratitude to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Qian resolutely went to the Western Regions, was demoted to Xiongnu twice, endured humiliation, but never forgot his mission, and finally opened up the Silk Road, which is famous in history. With gratitude to the people, Gou Jian worked hard, worked hard and had a rest, and finally got revenge, which was praised by later generations. Lei Feng studied hard, overcame difficulties, worked hard, lived a hard and simple life, and was ready to help others with his gratitude. He developed the "nail spirit" with his young life. ..... Looking back at history and reality, there are many examples of gratitude in adversity around us, which need us to carefully understand.
Remember Helen who was deaf and blind? Keller wrote in his autobiography: "I thank nature for giving me warm sunshine, my parents for giving me a keen sense of touch, and my teachers for giving me wonderful knowledge ..." Such a severely disabled girl is grateful for her unfair talent, and she even thanks God's misfortune, because it is misfortune that makes her stronger and more unyielding than ordinary people. She overcame many difficulties and miraculously became a great writer.
Keep a grateful heart, look at the life we are experiencing, look at the life around us, take good care of it and avoid trauma. Grateful for life, in order to repay life, we really should not despise and waste everyone's only life course, squander youth and make life mediocre, but should let life reach a new height, reflect the value of life, make life more meaningful and show its due splendor.
I don't want to grow up. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there will be no fairy tales. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up forever. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up. I really, really wanted to grow up when I was a child. Whenever I see my sister riding a bike, I am dignified. I really want to grow up when I see my brother reading a lot of uncommon words with an English textbook in his hand. As long as I grow up, I will never have to be called a "stupid child" because of a small moth, listen to my parents' nagging and strengthen my running performance. So, when I was a child, I shouted to the sky, "I want to grow up." At this time, my sister leaned out of the room and looked at me helplessly. Mother smiled helplessly and said, "Silly child, what's good about growing up?" At that time, I didn't understand. Didn't you grow up as well as I thought? The sun rose in the east and set in the west, taking away my childhood days, and the years pushed me to a new height in the second day of junior high school. However, what accompanied me to grow up was not the happiness and pride I should have, but the endless darkness and bitterness. The cost of growing up did not stop because of my expectation. Gradually realize the hardships and helplessness of growing up. Looking at the bicycle that keeps "discharging" in the sun, I am filled with emotion. For a time, I was very eager to see running with bulls in busy streets. But now, it has accompanied me for thousands of days and nights, and I don't think it is such a happy thing. I rode it down the street and stood on the handlebar in the hot sun. I finally realized my sister's helpless smiling face. Finally, I realized my mother's meaningful words. The bicycle that I named "Maxima" in my childhood has long been crushed by the wheels of the years. I need to rename it again-a stupid guy. Growing up has brought me not only hardships, but also helplessness, confusion and desolation. When I was a child, I kept a lovely bird at home. It sang against the breeze every morning. I often use my teacher's Protestant Tang poems to teach birds. Although I know that the bird belongs to "* *+mental retardation", I still read the poem to it n times. It was really hopeless at that time. One day, my neighbor's little yellow dog actually killed the bird. I held the bloody body of the bird sadly, and my tears burst its banks like endless floods. For this matter, I have devoted all my efforts. I am no longer as fragile as when I was a child, so I cry easily. That night, I found a dying kitten on the grass. Its snow-white fur became dim, and its eyes lost their aura. Two small furry ears hung quietly on my head, and my whole body curled up into a small snowball. I looked at it calmly, without tears in my eyes. I'm surprised how I can be so heartless and indifferent to the death of a life. When a person grows up, it is not so easy to cry. His fragile heart has long been wrapped in impeccable armor, and many lives have passed away. I feel heartache every time, but with the growth of age, the number of heartbeats is getting less and less, and it is getting lighter and lighter. When I face the cold body of the kitten, I wish I could cry happily, but I want to cry but I have no tears. Is it paralysis? Is it strong? Or other reasons, I don't know. But I know that the process of growth is constantly gained and lost. How many empty nights, that empty heart recalls the time when I was a child. Those little red flowers and papers with 100 mark that I vowed to hide for a lifetime are now in the hands of the scrap yard, and they can only be worth fifty cents. How I wish I could go back to my childhood and live a carefree life. But time doesn't allow me to do so. In the face of years, even the giants look pale and powerless, let alone the small me. I can only sigh helplessly and wander on the endless journey of life-a journey with no end in sight. I only know that the farther I go, the farther away from the carefree sky, I will get lost in the front. Until one day, I suddenly realized that I always look back. Only through a window can I clearly see the people, things and things inside, but I can't touch them, and they can't come to me through that window, because that window is called time. The past is like smoke: I have accumulated countless years and twisted it into a thin whip to drive the wheels of the past to run over my innocent soul. When I was a child, the story of fireflies stuck by sugar-coated haws was still flying in front of me, and the story of grandma wolf penetrated into a fertile heart. Grandpa lost his banana fan.
6. Write a composition on the topic "I don't want to grow up" 1 "You have grown up!" When I stood in front of the mirror, my mother saw that the children's clothes were getting smaller and smaller, and they didn't fit me, so she said happily.
But I don't think so, even a little depressed. The reason is this sentence "You have grown up!" Sometimes I really don't understand: have we been growing up? Isn't it? Although I can't see my height, my clothes are getting smaller! God really plays tricks on people! Why do you want to grow taller? Why do people grow up? !
Mother put the children's clothes on the table. To be honest, I really don't want to grow up! Look, how cute the caterpillar on that yellow sweater is! Its crooked body twisted with difficulty, and the tentacles on its head were thick and short, which was ridiculous. It grinned at me, too, as if to say, "What's the matter? My life is really beautiful! I won't grow up and be so happy forever! " Oh, that sweater is really nice! There are many mushrooms dotted with red spots on the green lawn. Wildflowers and weeds are full of vitality. What a pity! It is too small for me!
I don't want to grow up! I said silently in my heart again. If you don't grow up, you can spend carefree childhood again and again, and you can always snuggle up in your mother's arms. If I don't grow up, I won't have to worry about my grades and exams; If you don't grow up ... if you don't grow up, that would be great!
Childhood is beautiful, with countless dribs and drabs of memories, bitter and sweet.
Childhood carefree, every nerve is very relaxed.
If you make a mistake, your parents will seriously educate you.
And as an adult, I was stressed and bored, and every nerve collapsed.
Everywhere I go, I am bound and have difficulty breathing.
When I was a child, I fell into a pond while playing with my brother. I was only six years old at that time. When an uncle found out, he immediately jumped into the water and saved my dying landlubber from the water. As soon as I landed, my mother couldn't wait to help me dry with a towel, and everyone else came to visit. My mother just said a few words. Be careful in the future. I can still feel the warmth of love.
Now I'm grown up and I'm under pressure every day. If I fail one of the exams, I will go back and get scolded. In severe cases, I will even eat "bamboo shoot barbecue", and then there will be water to comfort me and soothe my soul.
Now I have grown up, but my intimacy with my parents is gradually decreasing. Childhood, as soon as I got home, I hid in my mother's arms and spoiled. It feels like being bathed in love. I am very happy in my heart, but now I am embarrassed to be spoiled. That sweet feeling will never be tasted again.
When I am carefree, arbitrary and constrained, I will certainly choose not to grow up.
I don't want to grow up and I don't want to grow up.
When I was 3 years old, I wanted to grow up and escape from a home I didn't understand. I wanted to break in with my wings. No one decides the direction, and when he grows up, he walks past the happiness wrapped in injury; Only then did I realize that I was a wanderer myself.
In primary school, I lived like a year. I thought it would be nice if I could grow up right away. After work, I made a fortune and won hundreds of thousands. Make good use of it. The homework in junior high school is several times more than that in primary school, and several new courses have been added. I want to go back to primary school now. I still remember the movie Peter Pan that I often watched in primary school. Peter in the movie? Pan (Peter Pan) is a child who will never grow up.
I think if I could go back to the past, I wouldn't have started playing since the first grade of primary school; Play less, learn more, speed up and practice calligraphy better. Now you can stop doing this. Alas! Time can't go back, I can't cross the time of that glass wall. I can't regret now. If there is any regret medicine to sell, I will buy one. Go back to the past, study hard, stop playing and improve your grades.
I don't want to grow up; I want to go back in time; I want to shoot me through the glass and go back to the past with an archery bow. Let me be reborn and never face the brink of death; Let me study again, and not be so backward as now; Let me choose again and never go the wrong way again.
I don't want to grow up, but I can't go back to the past, through the glass and through time, but I can grasp the present and the future.
i do not want to grow up.
7. Write a composition on the topic "I don't want to write a composition". I don't want to write a composition. I hate writing compositions. It takes brains, time and review. How much does it cost to write a composition?
Brain cells!
Yesterday afternoon, Miss Wang asked me to write a composition. Oh, my God! I avoided writing all summer, but today I didn't escape after all. I muttered, "I don't write a composition." Teacher Wang said that Yang wrote five articles, but you didn't write any. I have to write. I've thought about it for a long time, and I've thought about various types, but this one is not suitable, there are too many. Choose what? Later, I want to write a fairy tale. So I wrote the simplest article.
Fairy tales. After I finished writing a few strokes, I walked to the teacher with my composition book, quickly put the book in front of the teacher and ran outside, but
Not at ease, I turned around and stole a look at the teacher. The teacher is reading my composition. God bless, I hope this composition can pass. Then I strode across the driveway and ran to the opposite office. But before I could sit still, the teacher appeared at the door. She looked at me seriously. How did the teacher come? I was shocked.
After a while, the teacher said, "Don't write fairy tales, write your truest things." It must also be more than 400 words. "I flew into a rage. Why should I write this again? Still more than 400 words. Where can I get so many words together? I almost collapsed and had no choice but to rewrite it. I slammed my notebook on the table and shouted, "Why do you want to rewrite it again? Tired of it! " "But I have to write. I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out. Is it writing a note? Write a story? Later, I wanted to write out my troubles, so I got this article "I don't want to write a composition".