1 The growing world is full of sunshine, but these sunshine are sometimes blocked, and it is these "troubled clouds" that block them.
My family condition is not bad, and my parents care about me, but they care about my study. Exam. In terms of grades, they seem to care too much! Their concern makes me breathless.
As soon as I get home every day, I go straight to my desk. If I delay for a while, my mother will nag me!
Homework is a trivial matter, and what I am afraid of is the exam. If I do well in the exam, my mother will say, "I did well this time, but I have to work harder next time." If I didn't do well in the exam, I can imagine that if there were no anti-domestic violence laws, I think I would be scarred now!
I really don't understand why scores are often the most important in the eyes of parents. Confucius said, "What's wrong? It would be great if it could be changed. " If you make mistakes in the exam, you will be scolded by your parents. I really don't understand why! And they never stop!
That time, my mother scolded me for almost an hour because of my low score. There was a lot of homework that day, and my mother didn't mean to stop. Maybe I was so angry that I yelled at my mother, "Is the score that important?" Is the score a little low? Is it necessary to keep reading like this? You think I don't want to do well in the exam? "Say that finish slam the door.
I ran to my classmate's house in a rage and didn't go back all night.
I thought my mother would change the importance of grades in her heart because of this. However, things are far from what I imagined. Instead of changing the importance of grades in her heart, my mother looked at me more strictly.
Alas, I have become like a snail with scores, studying for them. Even so, I still look optimistic, because only in this way can I make myself happier.
The dark clouds of "scores" blocked the sunshine of "happiness". It's been blocked since sixth grade. I really don't know when a strong wind will blow and blow them all away, so that the warm sunshine of "happiness" shines in the world where I grew up and will never be blocked again!
Adults say that our life is carefree, but in fact, they are all wrong. Everyone has troubles, everyone grows up in troubles, and everyone's troubles are different every time. Today I will slowly pour out my troubles to everyone!
Since the beginning of school, I don't have to say those books (reference books) that go against the sky. It's just my parents' nagging and pressure that can make my head hurt. With the growth of age, more and more troubles make me breathless. Time passed quietly. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life is coming to an end, and I am about to step into the middle school gate. However, the devil's trouble is approaching. ...
Facing the coming entrance exam, graduation exam ... all kinds of exams, the teachers and parents of the school have stood on the United front. Their hearts seem to be more anxious than ours. They also said all day: "Son, you can only go to a good high school if you do well in the junior high school exam. Look at the fierce competition in Nanjing High School ... In order to live up to them and have a good future for myself, I have to bite the bullet and study hard.
Well, nice birthday. Grandpa suddenly came over and said, "Come on, grandson, come and see what gift I brought you." I ran over with joy, and when I saw it, it was a thick book with various experimental classes and new dark horse books ... Seeing these books, I thought: This is over, I don't want to live well, adding up to eight books, I don't even want to sleep.
Love to play is our nature, and freedom is our dream. In fact, we are not what adults think, we are not relaxed, and we also have troubles. The road to growth is bumpy, and the troubles of growth are extremely numerous. We grow up in troubles and seek happiness in troubles.
Everyone has their own colorful growth process. On the road to growth, there are not only laughter and flowers everywhere, but also confusion and troubles. What bothers me most is the lifeblood of students-grades.
I cried and it was raining. Did God cry for what happened to me? Ye Er was shaking wildly. Are the trees sighing for my fate? Frogs croak. Are you complaining about me?
Scores! You are a tough rope that binds me tightly to the test paper; You are like a solid wall, separating me from relaxation and happiness; You are like a high prison, keeping me in trouble, anxiety and worry. Score, how I want to avoid you!
Compared with the last unit, there is no progress in this exam. I got 70 points in the last exam, and this time I got 70 points. Why is my academic record so poor? Am I not studying hard? Do I have a bad foundation? Is it because I didn't take the exam seriously? Don't! No, it's because I was nervous during the exam. When I think of those two cold faces last time, my heart is trembling and I am afraid.
There is still no improvement in the future. Until the end of the semester, my parents learned that I only got 77 points in the math exam, and finally vented my grievances this semester before sending me to Qian' an for school. I understand that they want to create a good learning environment for me and never relax my homework, which is also a good thing, but if I fail in the exam, it means that I have fallen into an invincible hole and can't see any sunshine. What should I do? I really want to get rid of this responsibility, this "burden". Be a free me, but once I do, I will see my parents' tearful faces and a broken heart. Oh, my God! What should I do? What should I do to kill two birds with one stone? I'm lost in thought again, my troubles, go away, I hate you, I hate you!
Worry sixth grade composition 4 grandma, where did you get so much trouble?
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The so-called "flexor is a blessing"
Once, my parents and I went to grandpa's house. My mother and I did English pronunciation exercises. My father and grandmother are busy in the kitchen. After I finished, I went to the kitchen to see what was delicious. When I saw my favorite ham sausage on the chopping board, I shouted, "Great!" Grandma didn't react at once and asked me in a daze, "Is it a blessing to bend over?" There should be a silver lining behind the dark clouds. You are absolutely wrong! "
Embarrassed, I explained to my grandmother, "English means great." Grandma paused and began to say, "These China people want to learn from foreign devils ..." Grandma started her seven-minute speech and didn't forget when she came: "Alas, things have changed over the years!"
A word "wondeflul" can charm grandma's ears, her head and her heart.
Grandma looks very fashionable.
How time flies! Three years later, the city and the countryside have changed. What has not changed is grandma's troubles and grandma's heart.
Once again, I came to my grandmother's house. For this day, grandma spent a lot of time dressing up, wearing a loose coat and a pair of tight jeans that are popular this year.
As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's house, she smiled, but when I looked again, my mother immediately turned into a serious face. She asked her mother quietly, "Daughter, is my son poor this year?" Mom replied blankly: "No!" "Don't lie to me. Look what you're wearing. You just put a piece of cloth on the bread. Your pants are still small Look at you! "
Mom is in distress situation: "Mom, this is very fashionable. It is popular this year. " "Well, I can't beat you young people." Grandma got up and left.
On the day when we were going home, grandma gave her a few hundred dollars and said to her, "Buy whatever you want in the future, and don't wear such inappropriate clothes again." Mother stood there at a loss.
Fashion fascinated grandma's eyes and annoyed her heart.
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Grandma, look at the present, look at it, times have changed, don't worry so much!
Everyone has a small problem. I think my problem is almost well known, that is, TV makes me blind.
This is not good news. I always can't see the blackboard in class. I learned from my nearsighted classmates that my neck stretched out, my eyebrows squeezed and my eyes narrowed, and I barely survived a class. But after class, my eyes are tired and my neck is sore. what can I do? You can't just fool around! Unexpectedly, my mother gave me a pair of glasses directly, so I was not afraid of not seeing the blackboard. Not only that, every day after school, someone always tells me that college students come back and can make me beautiful!
I have been unhappy for two days. Here comes the problem again. I left my glasses in the classroom when I went out to do exercises. Someone pointed at my nose and asked me who I was. I really don't understand. When I looked in the mirror, the original eyeglass frame had pushed my temple to my back ear, branded two indelible white lines, and my eyes sank in. Oh, what a pity my face!
New Year's Day came, and I went to the movies with my classmates. When I arrived at the cinema, my smile immediately turned into tears: I have to wear two pairs of glasses to watch a movie, so tired! I think it would be great if I could see everything in the world without glasses! My tears came down, all because I didn't take good care of my eyes, didn't set the time to watch TV and played with my mobile phone at will, which led to these troubles now. However, the teacher told me that we are only pseudomyopia now. As long as we pay attention to our eyes and take care of them everywhere, our eyesight will be restored one day, and we can restore clarity when we take off our glasses.
From now on, I must turn my troubles into motivation, protect my eyes and see the light again!
Worried about the sixth grade composition 6 "Ah, why is it so dark around?" And it stinks "Originally, I was in a dustbin! Do you want to ask me what the hell is going on? Oh, it's a long story!
It turns out that I grew up by a clear stream. Every day, the cool and sweet stream makes me drink to my heart's content. Colorful flowers and trees grow around me. We all live together and love each other. It's too noisy! When we have nothing to do, we have fun, have fun talking, live a happy life and feel relaxed and happy every day. Gradually, our forest full of flowers and trees has become a scenic spot.
Since then, we have attracted thousands of tourists here for sightseeing and vacation every day. I thought that after so many people came, we would get better care and love from them, and then become famous all over the world, and more tourists would appreciate and praise us.
However, all our good wishes have disappeared like bubbles. As long as tourists come, they will take away a lot of my companions. I live in fear and trembling every day. Finally, one day, disaster befalls me. A naughty child uprooted me and my companions around me. We are in great pain and dare not imagine what will happen next. Our nightmare began like this. My companions and I were listless, sighing, with tears in our eyes and our heads down. We lost the nourishment of Mother Earth and gradually withered. The child who picked on us saw that we had lost our previous charm and showed an expression of disgust, so he casually abandoned us in the trash can on the roadside.
With more and more tourists coming and going, people keep dumping garbage and discharging sewage into streams. Those once cheerful fish are dying now, and some even leave their companions forever. Trees and flowers have lost the moisture of the stream and withered. They stood alone on the stinking shore, drooping their heads and shouting feebly, "Help us! Who can help us? "
I am cheerful and lively on the surface, but I am full of troubles inside. What worries me most is that I am short.
I remember when I was a child, everywhere I went, many people surrounded me and said I was small and exquisite. At that time, I was so proud. I don't care about those fat children at all.
Now that I am grown up, my short stature has brought me endless troubles. Because I am short, my classmates always laugh at me and call me "short winter melon". Every time I get angry, I am furious. A classmate asked me, "Why don't you talk back?" I would say, "But if you think about it again. That's true, because I'm low in my class except Kelly, and it's human nature for them to call me that! " Although I say so, I don't think so in my heart. It's just a kind of self-comfort. In order to make yourself feel better, find a step.
At home, my parents also know that being short is not good. This is because their colleagues always say that I am short and no different from a little girl of 1 1, so they gave me an idea-eat more. Every time my parents cook me a full meal, they also cook me many dishes I don't like, such as tofu, meat, tomatoes, vegetables and so on. Eat less than half every time. My mother always says, "Good boy, be good, finish this meal quickly." I only eat bit by bit. I thought to myself: under the supervision of my mother these days, I ate a lot of dishes that I didn't like. I should have grown a lot! I immediately took a meter ruler and measured it. It's still 1.35 meters, but it hasn't changed at all. I said to myself, "these days, I have eaten a lot of dishes I don't like, and everything tastes terrible." Are these all in vain? Hey, when I get back to school, I will definitely continue to be laughed at by my classmates. "
If there are height-increasing drugs in the world, it will not only make me grow taller quickly, but also have no side effects.
Do you know how much trouble I'm in? I tell you, I can't count it!
"How nice it is to grow up quickly!" I once said to my mother, "I can do my own thing after work, and I can still-",but before I finished, my mother decisively interrupted me and replied in an octave tone, "What do you know? Look at you, carefree all day. " I stared at my mother in horror and rebelled in a low voice: "You are not me. How do you know I'm not worried? " No, here comes my trouble.
Today is the weekend, which should be the happiest time for our children. We can play games, read extracurricular books and do homework at home, but every weekend is a "torture day" for me.
It's the first time to do my homework, and I'm going to learn Olympic Mathematics as soon as I finish it. A few minutes before leaving, my mother made another imperial edict: "Hurry up and preview what you are going to learn today." I honestly drew on the draft paper, and before I could finish drawing it all, I heard my mother shouting downstairs, "Hurry! I am going to be late! " At a flying speed, I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed down, just in front of the teacher's house.
After two hours of math class, I walked feebly to the children's library with an Olympic math volume in one hand and a library card in the other. "Read a good book. I'll pick you up at four. " My mother remotely controlled my whereabouts on the other end of the phone without waiting for my permission. At the moment, there is nothing in the microphone except "beep".
When I walked into the library, I saw that my usual playmates were all immersed in their homework assigned by their parents. I also found an empty seat and sat down to do it.
Play the violin for 60 minutes as usual in the evening, and then write two pieces of calligraphy in order to complete the task. Lying in bed after a bath, thinking about tomorrow's class, I sighed. I thought: when can I get rid of all these troubles? Honey, can you help me?
After school, I slowly flew from a closed cage to a restless cage. Gee, the village is so quiet. Where's the annoying sound of weaving before? Oh, the power is out!
You did a good job.
I can finally have a quiet holiday!
Suddenly, anxious voices came into my ears. "It's evil during the day. Didn't it be fixed yesterday? Stopped again today? " "If we stop every day, how can we hand in the cloth on time?" ..... It turned out that several villagers were complaining to the electrician.
Hi, what a happy family, a sad family. What worries me is these "textile houses". No, it's the same in my family: every time I weave in the middle, the power failure douses the fire of hope in my family like a fire extinguishing agent. Remember the last time, my father was weaving as usual. Suddenly, plop, silence. Dad, like a goose, caught his heart in a distant moment with a vague sense of disillusionment in disappointment. His heart, like a shot put, was cold and hard, fell on his chest and almost fell out. I know what a power outage means. The date of handing over the cloth is getting closer and closer, and my father is worried and agitated, as if his insides are twisted together. On the day of handing in the cloth, my father dragged his feet and hung his head. It turned out that the boss yelled and scolded and almost copied the squid. Repeatedly asked, he angrily agreed, but delivered within a week; Dad was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, at a loss. Now, dad's bronzed face must be again ......
"Really? Great! "
A cheer woke me up from my meditation. I asked quickly. Oh, it turned out that the electrician told the villagers that the power outage was a power outage for the whole network ..... and there will be no power outage in the future. The news scared my western gods away at once, and I was restless. However, isn't this good news for Textile House? Doesn't this mean that China's power industry has made new progress? The calm lake surface aroused the waves of joy, and my mood was as jubilant as the waves.
Yes, the most important thing at present is to tell dad!
I can't help speeding up my steps. Father's eyebrows will definitely be monopolized by joy, and even every wrinkle will ripple with joy!
Trouble 10 Trouble is everywhere, and everyone in the family has trouble.
Mom often has troubles: she is always worried that there is not enough food. How much money is left? What will you do tomorrow? Does my brother have enough money and is he in good health? Is dad tired from work? Sometimes I worry about my academic performance. My mother has so many troubles!
I often ask myself what homework to hand in tomorrow. What did the teacher arrange today? Sometimes I will prepare for the exam, the calculation method of this problem, and my mother's spot check on me. Who said that children are carefree and free, do you understand? You adults don't understand the world of children at all. Sometimes my parents will put pressure on me to attend various training courses. Moreover, the homework assigned to us by the teacher is very light, just a little, a little for the Chinese teacher, a little for the math teacher and a little for the English teacher ... In this way, we often have to stay up until eight or nine in the evening. Do you understand the troubles of children?
My brother will also have troubles: will he worry about where to work during the summer vacation? Do you have enough money? What do I want?
Dad's troubles: how is the family, my brother's money, my grades, and the tips my mother needs to support her family. Dad can be said to be the mountain at home, mom is the pavilion to shelter us from the wind and rain when it rains, and my brother can be said to be the first person to protect me when I am in danger.
Trouble is everywhere, don't think that children don't have trouble, then I will tell you here: no! As long as there is life, everyone will have troubles, even a baby, even a small animal, even a butterfly, they also have troubles.
The baby is worried that you can't understand what she says, but how can she learn to walk? Animals will worry about whether humans will hurt them, and butterflies may worry about how to poke their heads out of their pupae to see the new world. What about you?
1 1 Life is like the blue sky, and happy things and troubles are like clouds in the sky. If happiness is a white cloud in the sky, then trouble is a dark cloud. There are two dark clouds in my sky.
Let's start with the biggest dark clouds. This dark cloud is the trouble of myopia. Myopia is a big worry for me. I have been nearsighted since the fifth grade, so I have to wear glasses. After I put on my glasses, I added a lot of troubles.
You see, one day during the winter vacation, I was playing computer. When my mother saw me playing computer, she immediately stepped forward and began to lecture me: "Look at you, your eyes are nearsighted and you have to play computer. You have no idea how to care for your eyes. I've been playing computer for a while, and I don't know how to rest. Your eyes are going blind! " Stop playing! "Well, if only my eyes were not nearsighted! So you don't have to be scolded by your mother
I am a nearsighted person, and I don't like wearing glasses, so I usually only wear glasses in class, but it brought me an embarrassing experience. On that occasion, Wu Yibo and I went home from school. I suddenly saw my "friend" when I walked to "Bainaohui", didn't I? Carrying a light blue schoolbag and wearing a dark blue coat. I called his name repeatedly, but he ignored me as if he didn't hear me. So I quickly ran over and patted him on the back. I was shocked when "he" turned around. So I mistook you for someone else. Look at Wu Yibo again, but he is grinning at the back, which makes me look embarrassed and I can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Myopia has brought me a lot of trouble!
What about the other dark cloud? That's careless worry. I am a careless person. I was careless in the exam, so I got a beating at home. Carelessness made the students laugh. Once, I forgot to bring my lunch box to school. As a result, when I have lunch at noon, I will only borrow a bowl from the canteen. When I was eating, I saw my classmates throw strange eyes at me, and my face was hot.
Everyone will have troubles, but I think that as long as we keep an optimistic attitude to face life, then troubles will not be so troublesome!
Everyone has to experience growth, which is a part of life and the most important part. In the process of growing up, troubles are inevitable.
The trouble with growing up is that you find it harder and harder to say what you want to say. Secularity is always full of metaphysics. Telling the truth, telling the truth, may not be able to get real rewards. On the contrary, your words have gone through many twists and turns and have been adapted into another version. Therefore, there are always so many bitter words and your sincerity, and there are always so many mean people who misinterpret you as completely different. So, you learned to weigh your opinions repeatedly before expressing them, but there are always so many people waiting for an opportunity to catch your pigtails, so you finally understand the true meaning of "silence is golden"!
Growing pains are bloomers and pleated skirts that can no longer be stuffed in. Looking at your growing body, you can't stop, but you have to watch your favorite clothes become a permanent memorial. Those clothes that are suitable for your growth can no longer sew a red and big bow on your back. Because you crush someone, you grow up, and you are no longer a doll with eight braids on your head. At this time, you realize that the growth you missed so much is so cruel.
The trouble of growing up is that you can no longer cry for falling. Yes, the pain of falling is no longer unbearable for you. Now, you only cry when your heart is aching, and the most painful thing is that you can't find comfort. What you want to do most is to hide in the corner alone, listening to the rain in your heart, so you shed tears again. You carefully collect them one by one, and then show them to others without leaving a smile. No one will make you sad except yourself. Then, you think of your childhood friends, those who are anxious when they see you crying, and take out their lollipops to comfort your friends. How nice they are-but their faces seem to be blurred by tears. ...
Everyone has to go through all kinds of tests and troubles on the road of growth. As long as we face these troubles correctly, life is still wonderful.
It's annoying to worry about the sixth grade composition 13. My heart is shouting, alas, a lot of scary homework, and my mother is chanting in my ear, which makes me upset.
Since I entered the sixth grade, I feel more and more distressed. I am about to face the graduation exam. I was tied up at home by my mother and listened to her songs. I was annoyed: "You have been nagging for several days. Are you a nonsense machine? " Before I finished, two chestnuts landed heavily on my head.
It is also difficult to go to school. My homework is like a mountain, and the teacher looks like a tireless machine printer, which can never be finished.
As soon as I got home from school, I couldn't care about anything else, so I plunged into the homework pile and struggled for a few hours a year. Finally, I got my homework, but ... "Review quickly!" Mom's roar made me tremble. Review, review again. Well, I studied like chewing wax, and my mother spared me until my eyelids fought.
Saturday and Sunday are my most popular days, but now they make me avoid giving up three points. I was dragged to review my homework before I caught my breath on Friday. Busy running around in various cram schools on Saturday and Sunday. Many Laoshe said, "The combination of mental work and manual work can benefit me physically and mentally, which is better than taking medicine." But I don't think so. Working in various cram schools all day. If I die, I must peel my skin. The vast amount of knowledge simply makes my brain have an impulse to go into shock. No medicine? How am I supposed to live? I thought to myself, if I were not an optimist, I'm afraid I would shoot myself to death with a piece of tofu!
Alas, although bitter, but the results are also growing. As the saying goes, "you have to suffer to be a master"!
Sixth grade composition 14 "Hi, hello! My name is desk. I'm all yellow, made of wood, and I'm Tengfei! Although I am beautiful and mighty, I have a worry that young master often portrays my face at will. You say, where should I put my face? "
Every time the little master accidentally writes words in a small hole in my face, the homework paper will be poked with a small hole. When the young master saw that the paper was broken, he always complained to me: "The broken table ruined my homework again!" " "I am full of grievances and think: This is all carved by you. What does it have to do with me? You deserve it! But I dare not say, because I can't speak, so I dare to be angry and dare not speak.
Once, the young master carved four words on my face: "Serve the country faithfully". It hurts! I just want to make trouble with the young master and teach him a lesson. Ding had a math class. I shook my body gently and broke the tip of my pencil. At this time, the teacher asked superfine product to make the recipe, and superfine product found that the nib was broken, and he was so anxious that he was sweating. As a result, the teacher severely criticized superfine product and branded superfine product with inadequate preparation before class. I secretly covered my mouth and smiled.
Alas, although I smashed the egg, the fault of the young master's random description has not changed. Here, I warn you, if you scribble on my face again, I'll get you in trouble.
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From the perspective of desks, the author criticizes the phenomenon that some students do not cherish desks. The article uses humorous language to write out the troubles after the watch was portrayed by the young master, which makes people feel very lively and interesting. In a relaxed smile, I can't help but accept the author's point of view: take care of the desk and don't portray it at will.
Growing up in the sixth grade composition15-mixed with sorrow and joy, but more surrounded by worrying contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I'm worried about a two-sided me.
At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when you are not outside can you show your real world. When I grow up, something called vitality has sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have is oppressed by you and I dare not show it. This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; You've always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart. ...
Every time I go out, I always say: girls should sit still, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly, and I almost recite them backwards. You are just a "routine", just a repetition. But in my opinion, these are all putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh, dance and sing with my classmates ... and enjoy the happiness of free growth. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But none of this can stop us, and we are still enjoying ourselves.
What am I: your good girl? Young and energetic teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me.
The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I'm growing, feeling growing, enjoying happiness and troubles.