At school, I am as happy as an angel, but sometimes I cry because of a classmate. At home, my strict mother nagged me all day, either making me do this set of papers or doing that exercise.
With the passage of time, I changed from a primary school student in grade one to a student in grade six. Those troubles came to me like a date, one after another.
"Fang Fang! Why don't you do your homework? " My mother stood in front of me and shouted. Sharp eyes staring at me.
What I expected happened. I was silent for a while, and my brain was looking for an excuse to escape.
"Fangfang, did you hear that!" Mother raised her voice and shouted. I suddenly had a flash of light, squinted at the wall clock and said with a cheeky smile, "It's already 9: 30, it's time for bed. I'll make it up tomorrow. "
Mom's mouth twitched a few times, and a few words popped up: "I don't care, you have to make it up tonight and add another one." After listening to this heavy additional homework, I couldn't help sticking out my tongue.
Helpless, I had to take out my pen and do it. I looked at the photos in front of my desk and remembered the happy time with my friends. I gave a wry smile: "The little angel is not happy today!" " "I used to be a happy bird, but now I am like a pigeon in a cage. I hope that one day I can break free from the cage and fly freely in the blue sky.
My troubles are like a boat in my life, sailing in the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves.
My growing boat is not smooth sailing, but also experiencing various storms. For me, everything is bittersweet.
I am very vague about myself. Every time I go, I look at the blue sky and feel at a loss. Once, I got about 80 points in the math exam, and I was very sad. I thought my mother would comfort me when I got home. Unexpectedly, my mother surprised me and scolded me angrily: "You said, how can I get into middle school with a score of about 80 points?" Too much ... "In the face of my mother's nagging and training, I am already very sad, and my heart is even worse.
Sometimes I think: What is learning for? Why study? What are the benefits of studying? I am really tired. I really want to lie in bed and sleep for ten days and eight nights. Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth.
I'm worried that I'm not doing well in my studies, and I feel wronged that I can't get my parents' understanding ... happiness is everywhere, and troubles are everywhere. In the long years of growth, everyone will have happiness and joy, and of course there will be times of trouble, that is to say, our life is full of colorful sunshine, but even if it is sunny, it is inevitable that there will be short-lived clouds.
How I wish there were no troubles in my life! It is impossible without worry. People's growth has endless troubles, and they have to go through thousands of difficulties and dangers. The key is how to face it. "My troubles" Little boy, small troubles, carefree and extremely happy ... "Whenever I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour ... I really want to grow up when I was a child, because I can do a lot of things I want to do when I grow up, without having to bear my mother's nagging and my father's blame.
But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grew up, my homework gradually increased like a hill.
After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I ride my bike home. The course is getting heavier and heavier.
Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or geography? Or ... how I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more.
How I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again. It makes people unhappy all day.
"How can you be so careless? English capital letters are written in lowercase letters; Mathematics either forgets to add decimal points or it is difficult to turn around; So is Chinese. What should not be wrong is always wrong. ..... the results are always not improved! " Since the first day of junior high school, this kind of words has often been lingering in the funeral March.
Sometimes it is my parents' criticism, sometimes it is my self-training, and sometimes it is my sister's sarcasm. I also want to improve my grades, but I can't be satisfied.
Either this subject fails or that subject fails. These are all unexpected.
Who doesn't want to do well in the exam, but everyone has different abilities and different efforts, so the "fruit" of harvest is also dry and full. So I can only say, "Try your best!" Yes
Life is only wonderful when there is competition-this is my comfort. But despite this, there are still many troubles bothering me: as a student, I told myself that my grades should not be too bad; As a daughter, I told myself not to let my parents down; As a sister, I told myself to set a good example for my sister ... so my troubles are increasing day by day.
On the other hand, if good grades are so easy for me to get, wouldn't it greatly lose its meaning and people's desire to have it? Think about it this way, the trouble will definitely be reduced a lot. However, another view has formed in my mind-although the above words have some truth, they are too naive, just like saying that you will be sour if you can't eat grapes.
Without hard work, good grades will not be delivered to your door. Therefore, troubles still follow me like shadows.
This may be much ado about nothing, but it is true that this should be a problem faced by most students. The solution to this trouble is to study, study and study again.
"Very annoying recently, very annoying ..." Now I finally understand that this song actually sings the troubles faced by our teenagers in learning.
2. Write a short essay on my wishes in the first grade of primary school. I hope Christmas is coming. I am very happy with my children. Everyone wants to receive a gift from Santa Claus.
I also want to receive a gift from Santa Claus. I told my mother the idea.
Mother said, "All obedient children will receive presents from Santa Claus". Ask me, "Good boy, what's your Christmas wish"? "My Christmas wish is to have a new pencil case and an alarm clock that can wake me up."
I said to my mother. "Oh, then work hard! Mom believes that you will get a Christmas present! " Mom said.
I really want to receive a gift from Santa Claus, but I didn't behave very well and I was very sad. Tong Tong, Yu Han and Mingming in our class all performed well. They are sure to get presents from Santa Claus. I really envy them.
The final exam is coming, and I must try my best to catch up with them during this time. I will try my best.
3. There is a sun in my heart.
Every passer-by in the street has a sun in his heart, some project warm light, while others are dim. It is precisely because there is light, love and sun in the world that we will stop crying and sulking, and sprinkle golden warmth on this fertile soil and spread it to every corner.
I am in the car and passers-by are in the street. The green trees kept running behind me, and I saw the faces that hurried by but couldn't see clearly disappear and reappear. What caught my attention was the slightly obese figure who once came and dangled in front of my desk. After all these years, does she still live alone? It must be. She doesn't want to be a burden to others and delay their lives. She is willing to live alone all her life. Wrong, she is not alone. She also has students like us who always love her, appreciate her and are willing to share everything with her.
When I was 7 years old, I was in the first grade of primary school. When she first entered the classroom, she wore a swaying ponytail, a fleshy face and a slightly fat figure. Oh, she is our head teacher. She teaches Chinese. I just watched her walk into the classroom and stared at her every move.
The bell rang, and the classroom of the new grade one was full of children who had just transferred from kindergarten. The whole classroom was noisy. I looked around and felt bored, so I spoke loudly to a good boy next to me. It adds a touch of vitality to the already noisy classroom. At this moment, she read my name aloud in the lecture hall. "he ye, so you are making a lot of noise." So, all the students in the classroom are looking around for the disobedient child named he ye. I was unhappy, pouting and sticking my head out of the window. She must be a vicious and bad teacher. Why else would everyone just read my name in public? She gave me a bad feeling I don't like her at all.
After that, it was her infinite concern and love for us that made me get better with her gradually. She doesn't keep a straight face or treat us like children. Let's not do that or touch that. Become one with us like friends, and there is something missing between us called the generation gap.
When I was in the second grade, I often had a stomachache. I couldn't stand it, so she took me home by bike when there was no class. After several times, I seem to have tasted the sweetness, because the feeling at home is really more comfortable than at school, not to mention that I am a homesick child and like everything at home. Therefore, I often pretend to have a stomachache in order to go home. After many times, she seems to have noticed something. When I pretended to have a stomachache again, I saw her smiling mysteriously, but I didn't understand what that meant. On the way, she told me many stories that I had never heard before. The children who lied in the story brought many unbearable consequences. The more I listen to them, the more scared I am. I was afraid that one day my nose would become longer and my eyes would become blind because of lying ... so I began to cry and shout to go back to school and told her the reason. She didn't scold me, but smiled and told me to be an honest boy. If I can correct my mistakes, I will be a good boy. ...
From then on, I began to be an honest boy. As time went on, I realized her good intentions in telling me stories.
Two years later, she got married and had children. I remember that year's outing, we all made a wish in that holy temple, hoping that she would have a fat boy and the whole family would be happy and healthy. However, the world is always like this, and happiness still failed to bring her a shining aura. The child she gave birth to died before she could open her eyes to see the colorful world. Later, she also suffered from a disease similar to leukemia. After many twists and turns, her health has improved a lot, but in order not to let the person who loves her suffer and become a burden on others' lives, she divorced him and lived alone from then on.
She has taught me for five years, and she is the teacher who has taught me for the longest time in my life, the first teacher. Just for an instant, her figure also went away with the green trees and finally disappeared. I haven't seen her for years. She must have a young and loving smile on her face. God will not pity such a strong, brave and kind person, and will definitely bring her the brightest aura.
Outside the window, the sun is shining. The sun in my heart is burning warmly. No matter it is dark or bright, it is always particularly bright.
When I came to my senses, I realized that MP3 was ringing:
Sometimes I like your straight face, which makes my heart ache a little.
Sometimes I always want you to blink, so there are no fans in this world.
Worship you is a kind of beauty, in my diary when I grow up.
When the sky is cloudy, there will be a breeze in the classroom.
4. Write a composition with "My Heart" as the main topic, 600 words, CET-6, about study or life. I went out to play today and came back late. When I ran into the room panting, I was accidentally stirred by the foot of the table and the table moved. The vase on it swung back and forth twice and fell to the ground with a bang and broke into pieces. This is my mother's favorite vase. What should I do? If I tell my mom and I'm afraid my mom will blame me for hitting me, and I won't tell my mom, then where can I hide them? After careful consideration, I decided not to report it. I looked around the house and I didn't think it was safe to hide anywhere. My mother will definitely find out when she cleans the house. Suddenly I had a brainwave. By the way, I threw them in the dustbin so that mom wouldn't find them? At that time, I denied breaking the vase. I felt glad, so I packed the broken vase in plastic bags and threw it into the dustbin outside.
In the evening, after my father and I had dinner, we went to bed and got ready for bed. I can't sleep when I lie in bed. I tossed and turned, as if there were always eyes staring at me in the dark, and there was always a voice in my ear saying, "You are a lying child and a bad boy. My mother works so hard for you every day, and you lie to her. " I covered my head with a quilt and was very scared. I'd better tell my mother that I have done something wrong and dare to admit it. I got up quickly, got a pen and paper and wrote, "Mom, I accidentally broke your favorite vase today. Excuse me, can you forgive me? " I put the note on my mother's desk. I'm sure my mother will see it after the night shift and forgive me.
When I went to bed again, I felt very at ease and fell asleep soon.
5. Write a 500-word composition on the topic of "My Heart"
Dad, I want to say to you: thank you for your concern and care for me for many years.
I remember it was a cold winter night and I cried in bed. You ran over and touched my head and said, "Oh, my head is so hot!" " "After that, you'll let your mother carry me to the hospital. You went to register for the medicine. You are as busy as a bee. The doctor said, "She has a high fever and needs an intravenous drip. "Bit by bit, medicine also ate. You tell your mother to go home, sit there by herself, tuck me in for a while, and take my temperature for a while. I can't sleep because of the illness. You told me a story. Soon, I entered a sweet dream, and I knew nothing about what happened afterwards. The next day, I saw dark circles around your eyes. My mother said to me, "Your father didn't wear enough clothes last night. He caught a cold and caught a cold!" " "After listening to this, I am very sad. Dad, that's very kind of you. I want to have a good exercise and not let you worry. I want to grow up healthily.
It was a rainy afternoon. You come to pick me up from school. You thought I had an umbrella, so I only brought one. I met you after I left school. I ran over there. When you saw that I didn't have an umbrella, you immediately covered it for me. Suddenly, my head was blocked by a green sky. "Dad, the umbrella is crooked!" I repeated this sentence all the way. You always say, "No, you are wrong." When I go home, you help me wipe the rain and find clothes for me to change. After that, you take care of yourself. Whenever I hear the song "Good Dad", I want to proudly say to people all over the world: "I have a good father!"
Dad, you are heartbroken for my growth. Dad, I want to say to you: "I am proud of having a good father!" " Here, I say to you first: "Thank you!" " "Because you raised me. More than ten years of parenting experience. How much effort you have devoted to me, but you have no regrets!
Mom, you taught me to know the first Chinese character, you taught me to do the first math problem, you guided me into the door of literature, and you taught me what confidence and strength are. . In the past eleven years, how much sweat and tears have you shed in order to make me study hard and grow up healthily? Mom, mom, you have worked hard! Thank you for everything you have done for me.
I failed the exam. I hid the test paper for fear that you would scold me. I'm afraid you're tired from work. I don't want you to worry about my business. But you finally found it while cleaning the house. I was scared at that time, but on the contrary, you didn't scold me, but seriously analyzed the reasons for the wrong question for me. At this time, you are like a beam of sunshine, shining on my young heart and touching my injured heart.
Time flies, and I entered the fifth grade in a blink of an eye, which can be described as a link between the preceding and the following. Learning is getting more and more tense, and the amount of homework has soared. For a time, my mood was particularly depressed. It is you who patiently nudged me, enlightened me and made me adapt to the new learning environment. Every morning, in order to let me have a good sleep, you always get up early and quietly prepare a delicious breakfast for me; Every night, you accompany me to review my lessons and bring me tea and water. You are often comforted by my little progress and often worried about my mistakes.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Mom, a thousand words can't express my gratitude to you at this moment. I will repay your cultivation with my excellent grades and cleverness!
6. I have written a paragraph on the topic since I was a child. I have grown up.
Miss Chun climbed the mountain, crossed the sea and came to earth.
I woke up from hibernation and found myself a dwarf tree with my parents by my side. I see trees all over the world. They are all green. My body is full of bugs. They bit me indiscriminately, which made me miserable. When I was dying, Aunt Woodpecker came to my side and I told her my experience. It helps me get rid of bugs and makes me feel no pain. In this way, it fills my stomach and I no longer feel pain. My parents are two tall trees, but I am a short tree. I am determined to grow tall and grow up. Grow as tall as your parents.
I grew up like a madman, and my roots were deeply rooted in the soil and rocks, absorbing the water and nutrients underground. Because it can make me grow tall, grow up and be as strong as my parents.
I don't know which day, an uncle came and he cut off some of my lower leaves, which made me very miserable. Later, I finally understood why this wonderful uncle cut off my low leaves so that water and nutrition could be transported to a higher place. So I will grow taller.
Later, I finally grew up and was as tall as my parents. Although the journey was difficult, I overcame it.
I finally grow as tall as my parents.
I sang loudly: "I grew up" and "I grew up".
7. Write a composition of about 550 words on the topic of "My Ideal" (middle school 1 grade level). Ideal is a stone that sparks; Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn ... Reading the "Ideal" of Liushahe, a scene emerges: I use my pen to describe the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland and record what happened in my life; I observe the world with my eyes and imagine with my brain. Yes, my ideal is to be a writer.
Lev tolstoy once said, "Ideal is the beacon. Without ideals, there is no firm direction. " Before, I was at a loss about my ideal. I don't have the heart to learn this, and I don't concentrate on learning anything. I am always absent-minded. Now that I have set my ideal, I will try my best to run towards my goal. There is this ideal because it is set on one thing.
After an exam, when I saw that my classmates' composition level was advancing by leaps and bounds, but I was still standing still, I secretly made up my mind to set up an ideal and fight for it. After many choices, I decided my ideal-to be a writer. From then on, I began to study hard. Every time I see beautiful articles and vivid characters, I secretly hope to write better articles than him! In this way, I gradually like reading. Every time I see a good book, I always try my best to borrow it. As soon as I got them, I read like crazy. Once, I hid in my study, swam in the ocean of knowledge and flew in the sky of knowledge. At this time, the mother's urging voice came from the study: "Come and eat, the meal is ready." My mouth responded like this, but I still didn't move. The chair attracts me like a magnet. I continue to read my book. After a long time, there was another urgent cry: "Did you hear that? Come and eat quickly. The food is cold." I still replied: "OK; Right away, right away. " At this time, my mother couldn't help it any longer. She rushed in and said angrily, "You can say it at once, and now cook for me as soon as possible." I'm still staring at that book. At this moment, my mother saw it and pulled it away from me. At this moment, I was pulled back to reality from the book. I asked doubtfully, "What are you doing? I'm reading it with relish. You suddenly took my book. What are you doing? " Mom roared, "Why are you still eating?" I suddenly realized, and then begged, "Would you like to watch it for a while before going to dinner?" Mother replied coldly, "no, go and have dinner." After listening to this, I pleaded sweetly: "Good mother, let me watch it for a while, just for a while." My mother still disagreed and dragged me to the dinner table. I glanced at the book and reluctantly walked to the table with my mother. This is an example of my fascination with books. But now the only drawback is that every time I finish reading a good book, I don't know how to extract good words and sentences, and I don't know how to read them again and engrave them deeply in my mind. I must correct this problem. I want to keep more diaries, practice writing, observe things around me carefully and extract more beautiful sentences. If I really become a writer, I will write the beautiful scenery of my motherland and exciting stories with my pen.
8. Write a composition (600 words) about the secrets in your heart. There is a secret that has been buried in my heart. No one has found out, and no one knows. I have been buried in my heart silently, which has been bothering my conscience, but I have no courage to face it.
"Wang Ying, come to my office after class and help me look at the test paper!" "Oh" I packed my things in a hurry, took a red pen and followed the teacher into the office. After reading a few volumes, a name that made me hate came into view. He is my sworn enemy! It seems that he deliberately gives me a hard time in everything I do, so I launched a protracted war with him. I have an evil idea. I read his examination paper carefully. I marked all the meanings that I couldn't see clearly or express clearly with red "*" and "59 points". Haha, I failed. When I was complacent about my masterpiece, I didn't know that a series of things would happen later.
In the afternoon, the test paper was handed out. The teacher read the names of the students who failed and said that the students who failed should see their parents. Haha, see what he does, he will be beaten! Today is revenge, so happy! I chuckled to myself.
When I saw him holding a roll, my eyes suddenly turned red, which shocked me and made me a little uncomfortable. When I saw him the next day, I found several scars on his face, his arms were still black and blue, his hair was unkempt, and his steps were a little staggered. Only then did I find that he had changed, unlike him before.
There is no vigorous posture of him on the playground; He doesn't speak actively in class; He didn't have a brisk pace on the way to school. He always keeps his head down, and when he meets friends in a pleasant chat, he also avoids them repeatedly.
He has changed and become very inferior. Maybe he wants others to forget him and not be found. I began to feel very sorry for my revenge. Why should I deduct so many points from him and make him so silent?
It was because of a moment of hatred that he lost his original self-confidence. I feel guilty and ashamed.
Guilt is because my personal feelings indirectly ruined his life; Ashamed that I didn't have the courage to face him and apologize to him. This matter is like a scar, which is deeply branded in my heart and cannot be faded.
This matter has been bothering my conscience for a long time. In the end, I didn't apologize to him. He transferred to another school.
Why did I do this in the first place! There is a little secret in my heart. I don't want others to know, but I feel uncomfortable in my heart. I really want to find someone, just one person, to tell the secret of my heart. So I thought of you, because you are my trusted good friend, and we talk about everything, don't you think? In fact, this secret is no big deal.
But I just dare not tell the teacher for fear of being punished. That was in the fifth grade. The sun is like fire, and the asphalt in the crack is baked soft. I sat in the classroom and watched it's time to do exercises again during recess. Although there are 10 million people in my heart who don't want to do recess exercises, it's better than copying texts because they don't do exercises. At this moment, I saw Yi Yang. He is sick today and his stomach is swollen. I had a brainwave, why not follow suit? As soon as I got up, I immediately bent down, clutching my stomach, and tried to wrinkle my eyebrows into a knot in my eyes. I opened my mouth and shouted weakly, "Ouch!" The teacher listened and asked me with concern: "Ceng Ming, what's the matter?" I pretended to say, "I have a stomachache."
"Well, have a rest and don't do exercises during recess." "wow! It worked. "
I feel glad. I didn't expect the wishful thinking to be wrong. The third class is physical education class, which is one of my favorite classes. In class, I sat helplessly in the classroom, watching my classmates running happily and playing games on the playground, while I could only "live alone" with a book. I really don't like it. I really want to grow a pair of wings and fly to the playground, but there is no way. I have to put up with it so that the lie won't be exposed.
I don't know. More embarrassing things are yet to come. The fourth class is Chinese. He Laoshi speaks very well. When I ask questions in class, I can't help but want to speak, but I'm afraid that teachers and classmates will doubt me, so I have to endure and listen to other students' answers patiently. Suddenly, He Laoshi asked another question. Because this question is lively, many students are puzzled, and our monitor is also attracted by the wonderful plots in extracurricular books. I can't bear it any longer. Just in case, I had to cover my stomach with one hand, groan in my mouth and hold it high with the other. He Laoshi saw the name, so I answered it. I gave the correct answer slowly at once. He Laoshi said happily, "You should all learn from Ceng Ming. He was still diligent in thinking when he was ill. Let's applaud him. " Thunderous applause broke out in the classroom, but I felt as if it hit my face, which made me lift my head with shame. I really want to have a crack to get in.
I managed to get to school and I escaped from the classroom. I told you the secret of my heart without reservation.
"Ah, mom and dad go out for something. Do your homework carefully at home, don't play computer, do you hear? " "well! Don't worry, I'll finish my homework. " My mother, who usually treats me as a "prisoner", didn't expect to go out today and leave me alone at home.
Ha ha laugh ... My mother looked around and told me before going out until she went down the stairs. Seeing my mother's distant back, I quickly closed the door and ran back to the study. Ah, here's your chance. I quickly took out the game CD borrowed from my classmates from my schoolbag and turned on the computer excitedly. If I hadn't cared about my poor vocal cords, I would have laughed wildly for three days and nights ... Don't be happy. If my mother comes back, how miserable I should be! Get down to business.
So I skillfully put this game CD into the computer CD-ROM drive. After a while, the words "Installation succeeded" finally appeared on the computer screen. Ah, it succeeded! No, how dangerous it is to put it on the table. It will be discovered soon. I thought about it and put it in a folder with a password. I don't think even a clever father will find out.
Everything is arranged according to my deployment. My home computer finally has this unique "computer game".
The game is installed. Take a sneak peek and have fun.