How can you say that dad is unreasonable? He has a lot of unreasonable things, even if you talk for a day and a night, you may not finish!
One day, my brother and I were playing at home, and my father bought a bag of big apples, which was my brother's favorite. My brother and I jumped up when we saw it. Father hid the apples behind him, and when my brother and I stopped, we took out two apples, one large and one small, from the bag. At first, I thought my father would give me a big one, but my strange goods were given to a "fat" brother, and mine was like a bamboo pole. I am angry, but I am rational. I thought, is there anything better than this? Let's admit it. I look at this apple and don't want to eat it at all. My brother's apple disappeared in three seconds, and I ignored him. Unexpectedly, my greedy brother stole my apple, so I don't have to eat it. When I realized it, I ate it all. I was very angry and got into a fight with my brother. After a while, my father came. I thought my father would get justice for me. Who knows, when my dad came, he asked me clearly and only scolded me for not letting my brother go, but he never thought I was so wronged.
Dad is really unreasonable. If he was reasonable, I wouldn't have so much trouble.
Don't forget to reward me! ! ! ! !
It's over 500. I did the math.
One thing that bothers me most is the 800-word composition. Adults say that children of our generation are the happiest. But who knows, the childhood intertwined with happiness and trouble is like the palmprint line of our palm. How can adults understand our troubles? !
Why do I say that?
"It's really my trouble", and list it for everyone to see:
Looking forward to it, the exam is over and we have a desirable winter vacation. I thought it was a holiday, so I can finally relax for a day. But mom and dad just want to give us a "small stove" and arrange for us to go to various cram schools and remedial classes early, alas! The wonderful plan fell through! What kind of day was it? I have a month's holiday, of which 15 is spent on olympiad, the other seven days are spent on preparing for the second-level exam, and the remaining seven days are on Spring Festival holiday. I still have to finish the English of the Olympic Games, winter vacation homework from school, and recite English words. Oh, my God! Is this called happiness?
Let's talk to you about learning English! Do you know that the second level of public English I am currently studying is actually equivalent to the course of senior high school students? I am a fifth-grade pupil. According to common sense, it took me four years to learn that thing. Do you find it difficult? I have to recite more than 1000 English words this winter vacation. I recite quickly and forget quickly. On average, I recite 40 words every day. How can I resist? Not only that, but also complete 10 reading, write 2 English compositions, recite n texts ... and describe it in one word: bitter! Describe it in two words: too bitter! Especially English writing, I don't know how many times more difficult it is than Chinese writing. I must consider grammar, tense and sentence patterns. I really don't understand why God made English so complicated!
You are so annoying!
Parents are looking forward to their children's success and their daughters' success, which everyone knows, but … alas! Although I am bitter, but look around, students who are not bitter? Whenever I recite English words with the light on at night, I look out of the window. Little by little, other children may do Olympic math exercises and write compositions all night ... Since there are so many people like me, what do I have to complain about?
Parents always say that "if you don't work hard when you are young, you will be sad when you are old", which can encourage you to be young and bring us not only a heavy academic burden, but also a lack of innovative spirit and practical ability. To get rid of troubles, we can only admit reality, face challenges and have fun in suffering.
Although I have studied public English, I won't worry about learning school English, and learning it is a piece of cake; Although I won't find it difficult to learn school mathematics after class, I feel relaxed, but this is the price I gave up a lot of childhood happiness! I can only comfort myself every day: I have overcome several difficult problems today, and my ranking has advanced several times, which makes my irritable mood gradually better! But I still hope, when can we really implement quality education? When can I really enjoy every day of my childhood happily?
I like Angela Zhang's song "Invisible Wings", which is like this: Every time, I am strong in the loneliness of wandering, and every time, even if I am injured, I don't cry. I know I always have a pair of invisible wings that take me flying and give me hope. ...
There must be a lot of troubles in the process of growing up. Let's enjoy ourselves and let go of our growing troubles. Let's do better and fly higher!
3. How should I write the composition of Grade One? 500 words of growing pains-troubles and happiness, are more surrounded by contradictions of troubles.
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 there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it.
This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always says: Girls should have seats and stand, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly and almost recite them backwards. My mother is a routine. Repeat.
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? My mother's 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 am growing up, feeling growing up, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles! Growing pains "The sun goes down, flowers will climb up tomorrow, and flowers will bloom the same tomorrow.". When the beautiful bird leaves, my bird will never come back ... "The dance of youth reminds me of the past. Unconsciously, naive I have grown up and entered adolescence.
I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these acne.
I started asking my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... after waiting for a long time, the acne has not improved.
Hey! Youth is really annoying! After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own thing when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like nagging. But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I will have a strong feeling of homesickness. I miss my parents and sometimes I cry secretly.
I'm surprised myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.
What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse.
I often talk back when I disagree with my parents or discuss something. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After an argument, I always think I'm wrong. In this way, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.
I have grown a lot since I entered middle school. My old clothes don't suit me, so I need to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to buy it. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two things, but my mother said that children should not dress too mature. Finally, I had to buy some clothes for older children.
But shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip cost a lot of money! Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. Some worry that their studies are not going well, some worry that they have acne, and some are wronged because they are not understood by their parents ... I think this should be the trouble of growing up.
4.{ My biggest worry} The composition is about 400 words ~ ~ ~ My worry is that the sky outside the window is gloomy, as if it is going to rain soon. At the moment, my mood is as hesitant and bored as this weather.
I want to write a composition again. Looking at the title of the composition-"My Trouble", I have no inspiration at all. Trouble, trouble, for a student like me who only laughs and laughs all day, has no worries about food and clothing, and doesn't have to be forced by my parents to run around and attend remedial classes, how can there be trouble? Since childhood, every time the teacher said that he would leave a composition, I was constantly worried: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write a composition? Didn't you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting at my desk, I turned my pen mechanically, complaining and thinking hard about what I was going to write.
At this time, my mother came in with orange juice in her hand and looked at me with a crooked head: "What, are you worried about your composition again?" Have some juice and see if there is any inspiration. "Yes, can't write a composition is not my trouble? I finally know what to write. Now let's start writing.
However, how to start? "My troubles are like seashells by the sea …" No, I don't have that much trouble. "There are some clouds floating in the sky …" No, I'm not good at grandstanding.
Looking through the selected compositions, I was even more impressed by the beautiful writing and affectionate sentences. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such a beautiful sentence? Holding my chin, the nib draws irregular lines on the manuscript paper. These are all my worries. Forget it, plain is true. I decided to take a down-to-earth route and just say, "My fault is that I don't want to and I won't write a composition ..." With the beginning, my article can be laboriously produced.
Time flies, and two hours have passed from my pen in a blink of an eye. I really want to be able to express my thoughts and make my words flow like water. But I have tried my best to make my sentences appear intermittently, and my article only stays at the level of ensuring the number of words. As night falls, a small yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. There are few stars in the moon, and colorful clouds hold the moon. In fact, there are beautiful scenery everywhere in life, and there will be articles if there are beautiful scenery.
If I read more books, pay more attention to the life around me and write more about the people and things I experienced when I was growing up, then I wouldn't have any difficulty in writing today. I don't know when there is something wrong with the lamp on the table. It flashed, and my heart fell into silence.
What bothers me most about composition is that it is not difficult to write a composition, but it is difficult to write a good composition.
"What bothers me the most" is such a composition, focusing on psychological description and detailed description. Techniques can refer to Lu Xun's Hometown to describe how to moisten the soil. Through the description of movements and eye changes, it is highlighted that two identical people have become different. Tell the theme of the article and the influence of class on people.
In the narrative composition XX 23 Things, we should pay attention to the coherence of the article, that is, it must be related to the person you wrote. Pick a few things about him and tell them in time or space.
My Cat, a sketch-like composition, mainly describes the object delicately, focusing on the overall situation, starting with small things, and using strict words when describing it. Its description order can be from top to bottom or from outside to inside.
In argumentative writing, the most important thing is that arguments and arguments should be consistent. This argument should be summarized on the basis of the first two. Argumentative taboo argument is unclear and ambiguous, and the argument is insufficient or far-fetched. The argument is beside the point.
6. How to write a composition in the first grade, 500 words is the most annoying thing.
Since Ji and I were in the same place, I have encountered many troubles because of Ji's selfishness.
A kind of worry is a kind of anger, which is a selfish desire for me. One afternoon, during the final exam, I was taking a math test. Ji Linlin always asks me, "How to do this problem?" "The examination questions are illegal." "I will, so what?" I had to tell her the hard-won answer. But in an exchange of correcting homework, I felt that I had done something wrong, so I wanted to correct it. Ji Linlin said to me, "Don't change, don't change." I suddenly felt very angry. I want to say to her, "What's wrong with another question? Think about what I did to you. Can you be so bad to me? " I plucked up my courage and said, "Ji, I tell you, in an English class, you called me crazy three times." You still have a lot to do. I'll keep your secret first. "
There is another teacher who also makes me very disgusted. Although she is a teacher, she treats her classmates unfairly. She is good to Ji, but not to me. I want to say to this teacher, are you her relative? Whether you are a relative or not, you must be strict. There is a famous saying that "strict teachers make excellent students". I seriously warned the teacher to be as strict with everyone as possible. I'm a little annoyed recently, a little annoyed.
The trouble I face every day will affect my thinking and study. This is the trouble in my heart.
7. A nuisance is about 450 words. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, very depressed.
The pile of professional books that I usually feel kind to at the bedside is ironic at this moment. I'm embarrassed to meet them. I think I have published an article in a national magazine, and the views of the article are consistent with the consistent views of my tutor, which will definitely be affirmed by him.
I excitedly sent the manuscript to him, and then called again, expecting to get some favorable comments. "Xiao Zhao, this article is very general.
The logic between sentences is not strict enough. There is also a lack of originality. Some ideas mentioned by others, including me, always feel deja vu when read. "
The teacher said airily. My heart is tight.
"I have tried my best. I looked up a lot of information, including reading your monograph several times. " I unconsciously defended myself.
"You should have your own things. Your reading can't be limited to some professional books, especially my books.
Always reading newspapers and magazines. The wisdom of thinking, the ability to distinguish and the appropriate limits of language are all cultivated through years of reading. If it's someone else's opinion, you should also honestly comment. The most important thing for young people is to understand the academic laws, otherwise the loss will outweigh the gain. "
It's like pouring cold water on your head. When you wake up, you feel ashamed. I despise those copycats.
Most plagiarists are eager for quick success and instant benefit, and decorate the threshold with other people's things when their talents and knowledge are insufficient. But in word processing, we often encounter such a situation: an opinion that you believe deeply, a statement that you want to say but don't make clear (or say clearly), a statement that others have said before you and is very appropriate. We admire and love it so much that we explain it again in our own language when writing, or apply it to a certain place in the article.
We can't find any clues from the text alone, but from the will, it is different from those pure plagiarists. In fact, it is also an invisible infringement on the original author, especially in academic papers.
"The authorities are fascinated, and the onlookers are clear." Usually generous and kind, encouraging many of my teachers to point it out rudely this time is a sincere concern and teaching.
What bothers me more deeply is that the teacher said I should have my own things. It is precisely because of the lack of professionalism that how can we get rid of the shackles of books when we are still looking up at those monographs? What is the innovation and value of an article that only repeats or repeats other people's views? Diligent writing can certainly improve the ability to control words, but it is difficult to surpass them ideologically, even if they go further and see deeper than others.
What it needs is a lot of reading, quiet thinking, tolerance of loneliness, avoidance of impetuousness, deep roots, extensive absorption, taking its essence and using its macro. Now, it has been a long time since that incident, and the shame and troubles have gradually faded in the flow of time, but the teacher's words have been lingering in my mind.
Every time I write, I ask myself, "Do I have something of my own?" Growing pains grow-worry and happiness, but more are surrounded by contradictions of worry. 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 there is no mother outside can I truly show myself.
When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it. This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me.
However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always says: Girls should have seats and stand, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly and almost recite them backwards. My mother is a routine. Repeat. 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? My mother's 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 am growing up, feeling growing up, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles! Growing pains "The sun goes down, flowers will climb up tomorrow, and flowers will bloom the same tomorrow.". When the beautiful bird leaves, my bird will never come back ... "The dance of youth reminds me of the past. Unconsciously, naive I have grown up and entered adolescence. I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose.
From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these acne. I started asking my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared.
But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... after waiting for a long time, the acne has not improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying! After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own thing when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like nagging.
But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I will have a strong feeling of homesickness. I miss my parents and sometimes I cry secretly. I'm surprised myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents.
I think this should be a transitional period of growth. What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself.
Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse. Many times, when I discuss or discuss something with my parents, I am different.
8. One thing that bothers me. In life, we often encounter some annoying things.
I still clearly remember one thing that bothered me last Sunday. It was Sunday morning, and my mother asked me to write a composition, alas! Writing a composition is what bothers me the most, E69DA5E887AA3231335323631343130323136353656438.
I sat there thinking hard for a long time and still didn't know what to write. Suddenly, an award-winning composition of primary school students flashed before my eyes, like a shining pearl in the dark.
I hurried to get it, turning page by page, disappointed again and again. I have read the whole book, but I still can't find a suitable topic.
what can I do? Time is running like water, and it will be noon soon. My mother invited me to dinner. At dinner, my father said, "Have you finished your composition? Show it to me later. "
I didn't say a word, but I ate quickly with my head down. Mom said, "It's so inefficient to finish writing a composition for such a long time!" " My head was lower, so I ate in a hurry and went to the bedroom.
Mother shouted in the living room: "If you can't finish writing in the afternoon, you won't have to eat at night!" " "Hearing this, the in the mind is as painful as being hit hard. I sat at my desk for a while, scratching my head with my chin cupped. It suddenly occurred to me that writing down what happened today would be a good composition! Thinking of this, I picked up a pen and finished it in a short time.
I ran to show it to my mother, and her mother said in surprise, "Did you finish reading it so soon?" I proudly said, "Of course!" After reading it, my mother said, "Not bad!" I smiled happily and put the trouble of writing a composition behind me. It is not difficult to write a composition now, as long as you write what you have seen, heard and felt, it is a good composition.
But I'm really bored when I'm writing my composition. I think many students will have the same troubles as me.
9. A worry can be written in 400 words.
I don't believe you don't have troubles.
Give you some model essays.
But don't copy them all.
In life, we often encounter some annoying things. I still clearly remember one thing that bothered me last Sunday.
It was Sunday morning, and my mother asked me to write a composition, alas! Writing a composition is the most annoying thing for me. I sat there thinking hard for a long time and still didn't know what to write.
Suddenly, an award-winning composition of primary school students flashed before my eyes, like a shining pearl in the dark. I hurried to get it, turning page by page, disappointed again and again. I have read the whole book, but I still can't find a suitable topic. what can I do?
Time is running like water, and it will be noon soon. My mother invited me to dinner. At dinner, my father said, "Have you finished your composition? Show it to me later. " I didn't say a word, but I ate quickly with my head down. Mom said, "It's so inefficient to finish writing a composition for such a long time!" " My head was lower, so I ate in a hurry and went to the bedroom. Mother shouted in the living room: "If you can't finish writing in the afternoon, you won't have to eat at night!" " "Hearing this, the in the mind is as painful as being hit hard.
I sat at my desk for a while, scratching my head with my chin cupped. It suddenly occurred to me that writing down what happened today would be a good composition! Thinking of this, I picked up a pen and finished it in a short time. I ran to show it to my mother, and her mother said in surprise, "Did you finish reading it so soon?" I proudly said, "Of course!" After reading it, my mother said, "Not bad!" I smiled happily and put the troubles of writing composition behind me.
Since the school received a notice from the Education Bureau, it said that it would unify the sixth grade. After Xiaoshengchu was about to take the graduation exam, we got sick. There is so much homework every night, and there are so many tutoring materials piled up on the desk. I arrive at school at six in the morning and finish school after six in the evening. Students near the school will come to make up lessons at night. When I get home, there are so many homework waiting for us that I will take a nap as soon as class begins. What is even more frightening is that I will fall behind. As for mathematics, I will definitely take one exam every day and do another exam at home at night. Then I will talk in class to correct it. If I don't take the exam one day, the sun will definitely come out in the west. Chinese and English are better. But in any case, I can't escape the weekly exam on Friday afternoon. To tell the truth, now I really get a headache and a little scared when I see the test paper. I tremble when I hold a pen.
Look at my schedule again. It's full. I don't have time to play for a minute. Alas, I have to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to study, and I can't sleep until 10 at night. In the words of our teacher, it is to enter the college entrance examination age ahead of time and enter the college entrance examination stage. Alas!
I'd better get a pen now and write my composition quickly! Otherwise, I won't want to sleep tonight, but my mind is full of troubles and I am very tired. I don't want to do it, so I have no choice but to get up early tomorrow morning. Doing other homework, eyelids are fighting.
I am so sleepy! I really want to look at Duke Zhou on my desk. How can I sleep with so much homework? Alas! Since I entered the sixth grade, especially next semester, I have been particularly annoyed.
Zhuo Zehong
10. Write 600 words about my happiest or most troublesome thing, growing pains.
Growing up is like a boat in my life, sailing in the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves. However, my growth boat was not smooth sailing, and I also experienced various storms. For me, everything is bittersweet. Now, because I have grown up and become an adult, I am no longer a child in the eyes of my parents, but I have become conscious, courageous and knowledgeable. Sometimes, they will say, "You've grown up!" Lucy said, "You are no longer a child!" " It gives me a headache. No matter what you do now, you must first understand the "compass" and have principles. You can't do it hastily or carelessly. If something goes wrong, I will bring in a snowstorm at any time. When I was young, I remember how relaxed my life was, carefree and free, with no worries around me. But with the passage of time, the waves ahead are bigger and the sea surface is more tortuous. I became a primary school student, and the old me was gone. I am tall, I have been in school for a long time, I have more homework, I have more subjects to study, my schoolbag on my shoulder is heavier, and the pressure in my heart is getting bigger and bigger. If I were a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, and my parents would be my "guides". But now that I'm grown up and sensible, I have to adapt to independence. I must be careful and think twice before you act. Compared with the carefree days when I was a child, this gradually widened the distance. When I was a child, although I would live comfortably, I was bound by my elders and others everywhere, and I was mixed by my parents when I walked. I fell, and my parents helped me. But I know that when I grow up, I will become an adult, which is different from when I was a child. Just like I am now, I am growing up and have my own opinions on everything. Sunshine is always after the storm, how can you succeed without experiencing the storm? My growing boat, although unstable and calm, is also full of all kinds of stormy waves, which makes me learn a lot and exercise a lot. Through my growing process, I really realized that growing up has some troubles, but more is happiness. 2 growing pains are you happy to learn? Are you tired? Yes, when you get satisfactory results, when you find the learning content easy, learning is naturally happy. But when you have an aversion to learning, when there is a "process" and some "obstacles" in your homework, it is undeniable that learning is tiring. So, is learning happy or tiring? This is my worry, a worry that has been suppressed in my heart for a long time. Sometimes, I think learning is happy and carefree. The content of junior high school study is relatively easy. As long as you put your heart into it, it will be OK after three or two times, and the quality is relatively high. If you do your homework quickly, you will naturally have more free time. At that time, we were like birds escaping from the cage, getting rid of the shackles of the fence and flying freely in the boundless sky without silver. It feels so good. Learning is sometimes very tiring: analyzing topics and making various test papers make me dizzy and hot all over. I sometimes think: what is learning for? Why should I study? What are the benefits of studying? Although I knew I was stupid at that time, I was really tired and wanted to sleep in bed for ten days and eight nights. Speaking of "playing", it is impossible for a camel to enter a henhouse when it is 108,000 miles apart. However, justice will eventually prevail over evil. The nonsense in my head will be thrown out of my mind and disappear without a trace. Sometimes, a day's class is extremely easy: what art! Exercise! Music! They are all my favorites. At that time, learning was fun. Sometimes, a day's class is either Chinese or math and biology. Even though I was in a good mood that day, I was completely changed by these "troublemakers": my face was flushed, my brow was frowning, my mouth was slightly pursed, my hands were holding my hair, and I looked expressionless and lifeless. When I smile, I just smile. At that time, I seemed to have just returned from hiking in the desert. However, this is an inescapable reality. As time goes by, many past events are forgotten, just like a flower has withered, but only one flower has not withered. This is what I call trouble. It gave me the motivation to study and let me know that happiness and fatigue coexist in my study. If you want to gain something, you have to pay. Like Gu Song, if you want to express your distinctive personality and unique style, you must be brave and honest, and express yourself incisively and vividly.