Smart I never thought of rebellion; Obedience I never remember resisting; But I am quiet. Sometimes, I want to be willful. The third grade of primary school. Looking at HelloKitty in the center of the window for a long time, I have unspeakable joy in my heart. I believe I will have it soon. However, my mother is holding a thick Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

No longer willful

It was willfulness that made me lose my friendship. Six years ago, I used my friends as toys and played with our friendship at will. I have never considered her feelings. Three years later, she left my wayward 200-word composition.

A wayward child

Never admit what's wrong with wayward children. Willful? Hehe, I wear sandals barefoot in winter, and one day I am shivering with cold, and then the next day is the same; Liege is in the sky, and I go out in black on a hot summer day. As a result, I was roasted to heatstroke, and I didn't forget to joke that I was determined. I still remember a warmth.

Am I too headstrong, or are you too eccentric?

The wind blew and the rain rustled. It took the same time, so I ruined it. Looking back 12, what am I to you? I have never been a generous child. I don't even know or understand what generosity means. I won't tolerate it.

When I was a child, I was so capricious.

I was really headstrong when I was a child. When I was a child, I had good memories in that short life. I was really headstrong when I was a child. This is an indelible memory. I remember that time, I was only six years old. Five months later, when mom and dad went out to earn money, it was rare to come back with a wayward composition of 200 words a year.

I am not willful.

Exercise: Topic: I am no longer-hint: When you grow up, are you more confident than in the past and know how to care about others ... According to your own personal experience, complete the topic, such as: no more discouragement, no more laziness, no more carelessness, no more femininity, etc. And write an exercise of not less than 500 words.

From then on, I am no longer willful.

I have always been a wayward child, and I will get whatever I want; I said where to go! Others have to rely on me! But then I stopped being willful! It was a rainy day. When I was seven years old, I saw that all the other female students in my class bought Barbie dolls. I am very unhappy and unwilling at all, insisting on my father.

Change a will

Six years ago, Xiao Ming was born with a cry. His parents are both businessmen, and they are very excited to have such a child in their forties. Before Xiao Ming was born, they had already bought the most expensive milk powder, the most comfortable cradle and even diapers, which were the most expensive varieties on the market. In Xiaoming

Come back, wayward child.

It's 3: 00 in the morning. When writing this sentence, I suddenly thought of a question, "Why didn't I say it was 3 am?" After thinking for a long time, I still didn't have a clue, so I decided to adjust my thinking. It dates back to 3 hours ago, that is, at 0: 00 in the morning. I turned off the computer and entered the room, lying on the bed with a pillow.

When I was a child, I was very headstrong

I was very headstrong when I was a child. When I was five years old, I was sent to kindergarten early because my grandmother died unfortunately and no one took me. It happened that one day, my parents and grandpa didn't have time to pick me up, so I had to let grandpa pick me up. Grandpa who received this task was filled with joy. He was the first to rush into the kindergarten and waved to me and said, "Hey!"

I am a wayward child.

I am a child spoiled by my mother. I am willful. I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons. I hope I can draw a clumsy and free picture on my beloved white paper. I will draw an eye that will never cry. A sky, feathers and leaves belonging to the sky, and a light green night.

I am a wayward child.

Maybe I am a spoiled child by my mother. I am willful. I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons. I hope I can draw a clumsy and free picture on my beloved white paper. I want to draw an eye that will never cry, a sky, feathers and leaves belonging to the sky, a light green night and apples. I want to draw a picture in the morning.

A stubborn and headstrong mother

One night, my mother and I had fallen asleep sweetly. Suddenly, we heard the door open. My mother must be back. As soon as my father entered the room, he took a few bites of rice. Just before he left, my mother tugged at my dad's skirt to prevent him from going to my aunt's house. Mouth also shouted: "If you leave, don't come back later ..." Finally, my father left a wayward 200-word composition.

Hope to adopt