400 words 1 Everyone has troubles, and I also have troubles!
My biggest worry comes from my mother. My mother repeats a few words to me every day, verbatim, every time. It's just a repeater Once in the morning, once in the evening, never late, never need to be reminded!
One morning at half past six, the alarm clock just rang. Mom started yelling. "Get up! Brush your teeth and wash your face! Hurry up and have breakfast! " I half closed my eyes and didn't want to get out of the warm bed. I shrank my legs and stretched out my hands, pretending to sleep 10 minutes. But my little mind has not been fully realized, and my mother shouted again, "Get up! Brush your teeth and wash your face! Hurry up and have breakfast! " In fact, in my heart, as long as I sleep for another 5 minutes, I will definitely get up. Mom is a hothead. "Hurry up … hurry up … hurry up …" like waves of echoes floating in the room. I jumped out of bed and the world immediately quieted down.
After dinner, I really want to lie on the sofa, watch TV and listen to music. This is the greatest joy of my day. But mom started her job as a repeater again. "Hurry up and do your homework! Write quickly! Hurry up! " The voice will change from low to high with my movement speed, and from shouting to yelling. Ever since I started doing my homework, I've been coming and going, that's all. In fact, my heart is that homework is a bit difficult, so I have to think about it slowly. But "hurry up ... hurry up ... hurry up ...", the voice is still active in the room.
Hey, dear mom, stop talking. I'm a pupil, but I'm a little lazy and reluctant, but your yelling and screaming also annoy me. Mom, letting go of your troubles is to free me from my troubles. I will get up early and have a good class. As long as you look at me silently, everything will be fine!
People often say, "Teenagers are carefree." But we teenagers think this is wrong. As teenagers, we also have emotions. And I have a lot of troubles recently. Why? Then listen to me in detail
At the age of eight, I burst into a potential. Every meal should have meat, and no meat should be eaten, so every meal is prepared with a meat dish.
But in this year, earth-shaking changes have taken place on the dining table. Even the microscope can't find any shredded pork on the plate. Braised fish: "Swim back to the sea", stewed chicken and mushrooms escaped, and sweet and sour pork ribs flew away. Now, on the dining table, green vegetable soup, bean sprouts, peanuts ... these vegetarian dishes that make it difficult for me to swallow have replaced plates of fragrant and tender meat dishes. These are all mine.
These bags are not terrible. The terrible thing is that meat is forbidden, which is more painful than killing me. My gourmet paradise has turned into hell. This hateful bag turned me from a carnivorous tiger into a "grass goat". No way, I couldn't help eating for a few days, and finally I couldn't help but launch a gourmet "uprising", but the uprising was quickly defeated. I uprising, begging, can't let this dish of meat on the plate, "show up." Alas! When will this dark day end?
God, the earth, my mother, let me eat meat.
Trouble composition 400 words 3 Everything in the world will have troubles, and a small tree is afraid of being cut down; A grass is afraid of being trampled, and a flower is afraid of being picked. These are all worries.
When I was in the country, my sister and I went out to play and saw someone taking sweet potatoes out of the pit. Just say to my sister, "Wait a minute, he's gone, let's get some." A few minutes later, the man left. I saw no one around, so I ran over with my sister. Seeing that there were still a few in the pit, I chose the biggest one with my sister. Seeing that they were not found, I could run home quickly.
When I got home, I was afraid to explain things to my mother, because the sweet potato was not mine. It's just that when grandma was cooking, she put the sweet potato in the fire pit.
After dinner, grandma said to her mother, "I heard that the sweet potato that people put in the pit there was stolen." Hearing this, I suddenly blushed. "What should I do?" ! Was it discovered? Will mom know? Will I be taken away by that man? "A series of questions suddenly popped up, and my heart bumped like a rabbit. I went back to the kitchen and took out the burnt sweet potato and tasted it. Bah! It tastes terrible! The burned skin is black and dirty, and the unpleasant smell comes to the nose. It tastes bitter and astringent. It's really ugly, uncomfortable and unpalatable. I threw it away and went back to my room to sleep. In my dream, I dreamed that someone said to me, "Why did you steal my sweet potato? "Why? You are a thief, a thief, a thief! " I woke up, only to find that it was a dream. I was too scared to sleep all night.
The next day, with sleepy eyes, I didn't dare to sleep, for fear that once I slept, I would dream of that terrible person. Later, I was so tired that I fell asleep in the chair.
Later, when I went to school in other places, I was annoyed every time I thought about it. It has been an annoyance in my life ever since.
Life is a mixed song of happiness and trouble. If a person is always happy, then this person must be complacent; If this person has countless troubles, then this person must be in the shadow of inferiority. I am an optimistic, cheerful and naughty boy, most of whom are happy in life, but I also have a worry, that is: I like singing very much, but everyone is not satisfied with my singing skills.
After class, when I was singing, how many students covered their ears or shut up, and how many people "hit" me when I was singing.
In music class, when I sing emotionally, how many people tell me to keep my voice down, even the length will deduct my score.
This Tuesday, when our class was rehearsing the song "I Love Milan" to prepare for the art festival, Mr. Shao praised me and said that I sang very well. I was particularly excited at that time. You know, this is the first time I have heard someone say that I sing well when I transfer to another school! But just when I was happy, I was disappointed to think of a sentence from my classmate: Li Xiang, you will sing out of tune. Am I really that bad at singing?
I began to review my behavior. Since people are so dissatisfied with my singing, did I influence them when they were doing their homework, or did they not like my singing? I'd better decide not to sing after class
This is my trouble. I must get rid of some bad habits and drive my troubles down the stairs.
My troubles are as long as a train. For example, there are too many remedial classes, but many adults have broken their promises, teachers are partial, and so on ... Today I want to talk about the troubles of rabbits.
When I was very young, I saw some rabbits raised by others. They were very cute. I begged my mother to buy me one, and my mother agreed at that time.
However, the matter of buying rabbits was forgotten in the busy study.
After a while, I happened to see a classmate write a composition about rabbits. It suddenly occurred to me: Why don't you buy the rabbit my mother promised me? I went to ask her, but she actually said she forgot, and said, "Why did you buy a rabbit? There is no place to raise at home. "
I felt very angry immediately after listening to it. The old KFC man with a smile outside the window seems to be frowning. Those cheerful birds seem to be singing a sad song. ...
A few days later, I saw a program about rabbits on TV, so I went to ask my mother again. She seems to be moved by my sincerity. After thinking for a long time, she finally agreed, but she wanted to buy it in the summer vacation! And at grandpa's house! I promised again and again that the rabbit thing finally came to an end.
I was afraid that my mother would forget again, so I reminded her with "circular memory mode": as long as there are carrots in the food, I will whisper "rabbits like carrots"; When you see red, say: the rabbit's eyes are red, too "; When I saw something fluffy, I muttered, "Rabbit's hair is fluffy, too" ... After two or three days, my mother finally couldn't stand it and roared, "Besides, I won't buy it! "I instantly became dumb!
I often count the days according to the calendar. There are still two months left. It's too uncomfortable. When will this taste end?
My trouble is: how can I turn the virtual rabbit into reality?
Everyone has his own troubles. Some people think there is too much homework, some people often can't get up in the morning, and others are afraid of being scolded by their parents for failing the exam. But I'm worried about my poor composition. Why do you say that? Because I always digress in my composition.
Once my mother found a test paper for me to write, and the final composition topic was Happy Day. I wrote a story about Xiaoming playing with his good friend Xiaogang. Xiaoming threw up while they were playing ball. Xiaoming's mother took him to the hospital ... Have I digressed? I have a lot of compositions and diaries to write every week. It's really a big problem to stay on topic. My mother always said to me, "Reading is like a book, and writing is like a god." I feel dizzy. Although I will read books for a long time every day, as long as I write a composition, I will be extremely nervous because I have no subject matter to write. This is my trouble.
Later, my mother asked me to learn to write a composition from Teacher Zhou. I thought to myself: Go ahead, I just don't like writing anyway! Miss Zhou has never criticized my poor writing. Gradually, I found that writing a composition is actually not that difficult. As long as I pay more attention to my life, think clearly what I want to say before I start writing, and then express my thoughts in my own words, I can write well!
Through this experience, I understand a truth, I will certainly encounter a lot of troubles on the road of growth, but don't be afraid, because I will definitely find a solution!
Please write 400 words for 7 nights. The cold moonlight shines out of the window, and piles of counseling materials are piled up in the window. I look lonely sitting at the dining table. I looked up at the lights across the street, sighed and continued to do the problem.
Since I entered junior high school, the sudden increase in subjects and the pressure of failing 45 in the final exam have made me breathless, and the result of failing 100 in the final exam has even disappointed my mother.
So, during the winter vacation, all my favorite extracurricular books were locked in the cupboard, leaving me only a few thick stacks of counseling materials and test papers.
Review, do problems, review, do problems ... My life is in an infinite loop.
I like growing flowers. In the past, every time I needed some supplies, my mother always agreed happily. Now, when I asked my mother to buy a bottle of "flower protection, flower protection against insects" because of meaty insects, my mother looked angry.
"Flower, flower, flower! I always knew about your flowers! What's the use of planting flowers? Can I get points? Can't! Plant flowers every day, and then you will not be a gardener! What can I do in the future if I don't study hard? "
I know, I really know to study hard. However, the study life my mother gave me is gray, and there is no other color at all.
Everything my mother does is for my own good, I know. But I have my own feelings and hobbies, and I don't want to be limited to studying and doing problems. I also want to have a little space of my own, and I also want to have a little happiness in life.
Mom and dad always say, "We didn't study hard when we were young, and now we can't find a good job. It's very hard." You must study hard, be admitted to the university in the future, get ahead, and make us glorious. "
However, who knows my troubles?
Life can't be calm, there will always be troubles. It is these that make us go forward bravely. When we get rid of our troubles, the sweet spring of happiness will flow out of our hearts.
Lack of courage is my trouble.
In class, it is essential to raise your hand to speak. Some students raised their hands very high, but I was worried that if I made a mistake and suddenly forgot what to do ... a series of questions jumped into my mind. Although I have the answer in my heart, my hand is as heavy as a thousand pounds and I can't lift it. But deliberately lowered his head and didn't want the teacher to see it. The students next to me answered questions fluently and were affirmed by the teacher. I am also asking myself: Why can't I put my hands up?
When I got home, I looked out of the window quietly and thought, what's so hard about raising your hand? Why not say something when you have the answer? All flinching is just an excuse. Why not challenge yourself and take a brave step?
So that seed was deeply planted in my heart.
It's the familiar and tense scene again. I can clearly hear my heart rate and breathing. I didn't want anything, so I raised my hand in fear. After standing up, I spoke my inner thoughts fluently and was praised by my teacher. After sitting down, I was relieved and relaxed.
At that time, troubles had already drifted from my mind, and it was courage that floated to me. The sweet spring of happiness also moistened my heart unconsciously.
From then on, I dared to speak, and courage became my partner. In fact, having troubles is not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes it will help you sail to the farther future and achieve success.
A temporary gain and loss is always the source of life's troubles. If you can really ignore it, your troubles will be really detached.
When will there be a happy event? How troublesome it is! I'm in so much trouble that it's killing me!
I am in the sixth grade, and my task is getting heavier and heavier. Besides doing my homework, a group of "homework soldiers" kept attacking me. If I don't "destroy" them, their "boss"-my mother will come to teach me a lesson. Mother's tricks include "hoop curse", "tiger roaring and lion roaring" and "iron sand palm", which can't be cracked by primary school students at present.
Weekends are even worse! If homework is not bombarded on Friday, homework, composition class, English class and table tennis class will come at me one after another on Saturday and Sunday, which will keep me busy!
There was a lot of trouble at home, so I found a refuge-school. But the effect is not very ideal. I am a part-time math team leader, English team leader, The monitor on duty, red scarf inspector. I am as busy as a bee. After class, teachers sometimes assign homework. We must seize every second and do it one by one seriously. If we do something wrong, the teacher will not let us go easily. Besides, I have to watch out for Jiang Haoyu, because he is a troublemaker. He moves from time to time and makes trouble with our things, but his skills are too poor and he always fails. If you find him, he will arrest you and run away. It's not that I'm afraid of him, it's that I'm bored!
My "trouble factory" is dripping inferior oil, and one day, it will explode.
400 words 10 adults say: children are the happiest. But I don't think so. I think adults are the happiest, sitting in the office all day and carefree. And we, always thinking about grades all day, my parents are looking forward to turning iron into steel, taking this exam today and asking that tomorrow. Scores naturally became their "spoken language".
Today is Sunday, and the six-day school life is over (there will be eugenics counseling on Saturday). Exhausted, I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief today. However, a mountain of homework is still waiting for me! So, I got into the study and began to "climb". I went through five hurdles and cut six generals, and finally finished the homework assigned by the teacher. I was about to turn on the TV and watch Animal Planet for a while when my mother shouted at me: Why don't you do your homework? I whispered: It's over. Mother gave another order: make the three test papers I bought for you. Suddenly, I was flustered. My heart is tightening, and I dare not go out. I just feel weak all over and my feet are soft ... unspeakable pain, like countless bugs biting my heart. I was too angry to make any noise, so I had to trudge back to my study with a heavy heart. Looking at the test paper full of books, I shed tears. I was facing the east wall, copying, writing and counting ... After that, I went to my mother and said, can I have a rest? Mom said: Yes! I jumped three feet happily and turned on the TV in a hurry. Mother said angrily, I told you to rest, not watching TV, but reading and reading English. Helpless, I went back to the study for the third time. ...
Mom, I beg you to give me some time to play. Lenin, the great teacher, once said: Workers who cannot rest will not work. This sentence may be serious to you, but it is really from my heart, please understand.
Hey, I'm so sad!
400 words 1 1 I have beautiful blonde hair, which I have eaten for four years, but I can't braid my hair. I have to trouble my mother to comb my hair every morning. Finally, on an unlucky Saturday, I went to class, but my hair left me, and the barber cut me a doll head. I can't bear it, because I always feel my hair is short.
Because of the hot weather, I brought a hat, so others won't see that I have short hair! When I got to the classroom, I didn't know who was fooling around and grabbed my hat. Many students couldn't help laughing when they saw me with short hair. If you compare me with the previous photos, I won't recognize the person in the photo as me.
Short hair has a big disadvantage: it will fall to the ground when you bow your head. Even when you eat, your hair will fall into the bowl. When the wind blows, my hair is everywhere. Some students even call me "crazy girl". I feel particularly embarrassed.
In class, the people sitting behind me always whisper, as if laughing at me; Soon, the teacher asked us to "borrow" things from each other, and the person behind me also "borrowed" a sentence "Hello, doll girl ..." I want to cry, and I really want to go up and scold her (him) to vent my anger.
Every time I see other girls with long braids, I want to cry of disappointment. Who told me not to braid my own hair? I really hope my braids grow faster and longer. If anyone can make my braids grow out quickly, remember to tell me!
Trouble composition 400 words 12 Everyone has troubles. Some people worry that they can't read well and get dizzy when they see books. Some people worry that their pockets are empty and they have no money to buy more things they like; Some people worry that they are too fat and ugly. What about me? I can't finish reading every day, I'm not tall and I eat too slowly.
Because I had a serious illness when I was a child, I learned slowly. I must strengthen my practice and review repeatedly so that I won't forget what I have learned. Although I work harder than the average person, my grades are not ideal, which often makes me feel very depressed, but I believe in myself, and I will definitely go through thick and thin.
Speaking of eating, it really bothers everyone for me. I feel that I eat very hard and chew very hard, but the food in the bowl is always as high as the mountain. The table is full of delicious food. I often look at food and sigh. There is no way to eat hot dishes as cold dishes. My teeth seem to weigh a thousand pounds, and there seems to be a filter in my throat. I always feel that I can't bite or swallow, which is really nerve-racking.
When I changed seats in my class recently, I sat at the back of the first row. Compared with my tall classmates, I am like a dragon and a tiger. I can't be superior to my classmates. I am far-sighted and powerful. I can only follow others like a child.
I hope a little fairy can understand my troubles, hear my voice and help me solve them. Of course, I have to work hard myself, exercise more, eat more and refuel more, so that my troubles will gradually disappear and I can face every day with a happy smile.
Trouble composition 400 words 13 trouble is like a very sweet candy, but sometimes it can make people have a headache; Trouble is like a glass of orange juice, giving people a sweet feeling; Worry is like a piece of bitter and sweet chocolate, which gives us a feeling of happiness through hard work. You may or may not have a lot of troubles.
Once, when the test paper was handed out, the teacher said angrily, "Most people didn't satisfy me in this exam, only a few people satisfied me." We all know that the paper is difficult, and there is a lot of knowledge that no one can do. The most troublesome thing is that my grades are poor. I thought: This time is over. I'd better not tell my mother when I get home. But I thought about it again. The teacher said that students who didn't do well in the exam should also sign it. The teacher also specially said in the group that there would be a quiz tomorrow. At that time, I felt what despair was.
When I got home, I showed my mother the test paper. Unexpectedly, my mother was not angry, but calmly said to me, "I know this is a difficult exam." Do you understand? "
"I understand." I quickly answered. After my mother signed it for me, I went back to my room to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I went to bed. This trouble will be eliminated.
I remember another time, I was playing games with my friends. Suddenly, the headmaster came in to take pictures of our class and said that he would send them to the group of teachers in the whole school. It's really over this time, and our whole class will be scolded. Surprisingly, the teacher didn't scold us. This time it really escaped.
Although troubles have brought us a lot of trouble, maybe you are lucky enough to turn troubles into happiness.
Worry composition 400 words 14 Everyone has some troubles. Trouble goes hand in hand, like a burden on my shoulders, which makes me breathless. What worries me most is "my future".
Because my test scores and rankings are not in the front, and I am in the middle of school, I am working hard. I do my homework carefully every day, and I will do extracurricular exercises after I finish it. Every weekend, I will also accept the math problems assigned to me by my father, but my grades are still not satisfactory, so I can only be considered quite satisfactory.
I sometimes envy those students who are at the top of the class. They are so excellent and so concerned, I am just the tip of the iceberg. Wang Peng's mother always compares me with those classmates, saying that I can't do this and that, and nothing can compare with others. This greatly affected my self-esteem. Over time, I don't know what I will do.
Every week's practice makes me nervous. I'm afraid of being scolded for failing the exam because of an oversight. There are a lot of make-up classes on weekends, which makes me have almost no spare time. I have a heavy burden and a lot of pressure. Great mental stress always makes me insomnia at night, so that I feel sleepy the next day. My mother always makes me think about my future and let me do it their way, but my own ideas are not recognized and gradually buried in the ground. There seems to be an insurmountable gap between my parents and me.
In March, willows sprouted, and the new year has quietly arrived. In this brand-new year, I hope my parents can respect my ideas more than just follow their practices. I think this should be my ideal future.
400 words 15 "Where there is a will, there is a way" and "As long as you work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle" are familiar words that accompany our growth, but I have not learned from them.
If I were asked to make a manual, it would take me a long time to conceive the details, but when I started to do it, I found that I couldn't even make a model. At this moment, the little devil called "Give up halfway" said in my ear, "Give up, give up, this idea is too troublesome, just keep it simple!" Without hesitation, I gave up and started to do some simple things. Although simple, I firmly believe that "slow work makes fine work". It dragged on for more than ten days, and just halfway through, it was shelved and abandoned halfway.
If I were asked to write a composition, I would happily rush to the library to find inspiration and collect information, but when I came out empty-handed, the information had disappeared. Yes, as soon as I stepped into the gate, I was attracted by other books and read them with relish. When I came to my senses, it was already sunset and the librarian was going to get off work. I can only count and write with my poor brain, and the front is handy, but the further I go, the more tangled I am, and the more I rack my brains. But the idea of "giving up halfway" lingers, and I can only end up in a hurry, making the article anticlimactic.
In order to eradicate this "stubborn disease" and cultivate my perseverance, I began to keep a diary. At first, I was full of motivation and wrote everything in detail, but within a few days, I was "floating". In addition to fewer words and more boring content, my diary has become a weekly diary, a weekly diary has become a monthly diary, and a monthly diary has become a yearly diary. Finally, simply throw away the notebook, and the exercise of perseverance will fall behind.
Life must have perseverance, perseverance, and giving up halfway will hinder me everywhere, but I will definitely leave this bad habit far behind-despite the dark clouds, the sun is still shining.