My 600-word composition 1 Since the sixth grade, my parents have tried their best to help me prepare for junior high school. I do a lot of grammar and math exercises every day. Because of the poor foundation, we should work harder.
What is my "bitterness"? No matter which day, I finish my homework two hours after I go home, have a meal for five minutes, and then do math exercises: "Cattle eat grass", "Cyclic decimal and division" and "Clever calculation of split items" ... These questions are too difficult to understand and too profound, which dazzles me with books full of formulas. Finally finished, the grammar came again. It's a pity that I can't remember so much. I really envy foreign children. You don't have to learn grammar. Just say one word That's not enough. My mother always complains that I am not good enough! Can I compare with foreign children?
However, no pains, no gains. Pay will always be rewarded, and see the rainbow after the storm.
After learning grammar and math olympiad, I am eligible to participate in Quality Cup, Olympic Star Cup, Spring Festival Cup, Tianjiao Cup ... After winning the prize, I also have endless joy, which is the reward after paying. In my life and study, I make full use of what I have learned in math, English and extracurricular classes, and get favorable comments from my teachers.
Learning knowledge outside the classroom, learning more advanced knowledge, itself is bitter and tired, but after achieving results, don't you feel infinite joy and relief? As a famous person said, "Giving is painful, but the fruit is the sweetest".
There are many sad things in my life, and there are also many things that make people laugh. Next, I will tell you my pain and joy.
Bitterness (battle between brother and sister)
"Boo hoo ..." My brother burst into tears. "Look at you, you fight with your brother again. You never let your brother go. Why don't you have a sister Hey! " That's all my ears can bear. The more my father helps my brother speak, the more "severe" he cries (this so-called severe is actually pretending to cry, and his acting skills are too superb). If I tell dad, maybe dad will say it worse. I can only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach! But, dad, how can you uncover your brother's disguised face?
Happiness (the joy of mischief)
I looked at my sleeping brother and thought about how to make fun of him (because it is summer, it is boring! Suddenly a very, very funny prank flashed through my mind, that is, I drew a painted face for my brother. The "work" began. I took my watercolor pen as a tool first, and then the "big task" officially began. I first drew a small circle on my brother's nose with a black marker, and then drew two red circles on his little face. Secondly, I drew some beards on both sides of his nose ... When all the "tasks" were ready, a lovely and typical big cat was born.
About half an hour later, my brother woke up and went to play with his friends. When he got home, my parents also went home from work. The result can be imagined-when my parents saw my brother like this, they knew it was my fault and scolded me, but I was still laughing.
Because of these joys and sorrows, life has become so colorful.