The composition 1 on the topic of speaking from the heart is really tired, really tired! This is how I feel now.
From the next semester of the sixth grade, my life has changed from a colorful world to a black and white thing. I feel tired every day now. Every day after school. Just want to do nothing, just want to do one thing-sleep. But there is no way. I have to do my homework. I always thought that everything would be all right after I finished it. But after finishing my homework, I have to read English books, remember English words, and have many papers and texts to do. Mother said: "As long as I study hard and do my homework from Monday to Saturday, I can have a good rest and relax on Sunday, so I have been looking forward to Sunday!" "
Wait, wait, wait, and finally wait until Sunday, and I thought to myself: I can finally be liberated! But what happened? My mother found me a tutor and helped me with my math on Sunday. Oh, my God! It's terrible.
Although I feel tired, I know my mother is very kind to me. Because in a few months, I will go to middle school and become a high school student, not a primary school student. My mother's cooking made me go to a good school, so the difference only increased in February Lake. So, at this time, I will work harder. In the past few months, all subjects can be improved to make a final effort to enter a good high school!
My heart is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.
There are many "spices" in my heart, and every time I taste them, I will have different feelings.
Acid. My mother-in-law is over 70 years old and is busy buying me delicious food. When I want to go to school in the morning, she is not at ease. I crossed the street and sent me there. I am really sad to see her busy figure every day. ......
Sweet primary school for six years, and enrolled in some high schools. Who knows, last week, he said excitedly that my father told me: "You were admitted to a good high school classmate!" " "Really ... actually, I can't believe it. When I saw the short message from high school, I cried and was so excited, let alone how happy I was! Grandma, grandpa, from ear to ear, of course I'm flattered.
Very bitter. Every day after school, my mother will bring me some composition, reading exercises and some English exercises. I can go to bed before nearly ten o'clock. There are three classes on Saturday morning and math and English on Sunday afternoon.
Very sexy. My cousin is very naughty and often destroys other people's things. I swallowed all my anger. Once, I drew a landscape painting on the balcony, ready to dry. But my naughty sister tore it to pieces, and I couldn't put it back together. I was very angry. It took me an hour to draw it. In fact, she tore two or three pieces like this, and I was so angry that my tears were squeezed aside. I made a face at my sister, gave her a push and said, "Pride, primary school!" " Then my sister cried and told my mother. My mother criticized me, and no matter how I explained it, she blamed me. My heart was so hot that I clenched my fist.
This is my heart, sweet and sour, what I want to say.
Mom, you care about me, tolerate me, support me in my study and encourage me in my life. I can't get these things out of my mind.
I remember a math exam. I finished the paper at high speed, checked it and handed it to the teacher. For the documents to be sent, I look forward to the scores with nervousness and excitement. A hundred? Still 98? I have been guessing the score. However, when the paper was handed out, I was shocked at once! What caught my eye was a big question mark-I didn't even finish the twelfth question, plus other mistakes, I only had 84.
The math teacher came to me and said, how can you only have one minute at this time? Is this your true level? "I lowered my head, my face was hot and painful. After school, I dare not even go home: she will talk about me!
When I get home, I slowly take out my test paper, but should I show it to my mother?
"Is this a test paper?" You found out, I almost cried and gave you the test paper. But you said to me calmly and gently, "Why are you so careless this time?"
"Mom, I'm sorry ..."
"Be careful, the questions your mother will buy for you tomorrow, and a set of things to do next."
Mom, I have to do a lot of things to stop acting rashly.
"You see, if the twelfth road says, you can get 96 points. So, you have to refuel and work hard, you know? "
"I see. I nodded my head hard. We laughed happily together.
Thank you, mom, but if I have your encouragement, I will lose confidence. Mom, I love you.
Everyone has his own mind, and I also have a little secret, that is, I am full of gratitude to my cousin.
Once, my leg was scratched, and it happened that my cousin came to my house. I'll take you downstairs to play. Seeing an open sewer cover, I began to brag and said to you, "Look, my leg is hurt, but I can still jump over it." Do you believe it? " I thought you would say you didn't believe me, but you looked at me with concern and said, "Cousin, your leg is hurt. Let's stop playing and sit here and watch the scenery! " "But how can I miss this opportunity? Hurriedly said: "You watch!" Then he made a handsome gesture and jumped forward! But when my leg was hurt, I fell in the air. I hurried to hold the ground to prevent myself from falling into the sewer. You rushed over, took my hand and pulled it up hard, helping me out of danger. You gasped blankly and said, "Stop bragging. "Because I was so nervous, I didn't say thank you. I came to say, "Thank you, cousin! " "
Another time, you helped me. I was bitten by your dog, and you were in a hurry, but I was afraid to tell my mother for fear that my mother would scold me and get into trouble. You told me that my dog was bitten because of the consequences of not giving an injection, so I ran home and told my mother that my mother was anxious to send me to the "477" hospital. When I was in the hospital, you asked me to buy a lot of snacks and watch TV with me. A few days later, I was in the hospital. I was the first person you comforted me. I am very grateful to you.
Cousin, without you, I might face death and madness. I am deeply grateful to you, cousin!