Writing an essay is really not easy, a 400-word essay

1. What is really not easy? An essay of 450~500 words.

When a child is really not easy, when the child is happy; when there is pain; when there is joy, There are also times of sadness.

In fact, being a child is not easy. In the minds of parents, children will always be children and will never grow up.

For example, when my parents are chatting and I want to join their conversation, my father will always say: "When adults talk, children should stop interrupting." Adults will not understand our difficulties.

Let’s just talk about making up lessons. Once the summer vacation comes, our “end” will come. We have to make up for English and Mathematical Olympiad. It’s hard to take a breath. There are also exams, and I get a headache just thinking about it.

If you do well in the exam, you are afraid of failing the next time; if you do poorly in the exam, you are afraid of being "hacked" by your parents. One time during an exam, I ranked first in the class, which was great. My mother bought me this and that again.

But just a few days after the good days, another paper was issued. Oops, I failed this test.

I thought to myself: It’s over now, and nothing good will happen. As soon as school was over, my mother asked me how many points I had scored in the test. I lowered my head and said hesitantly: "89 points."

As soon as my mother heard this, her face sank, and she started to "tighten the curse." Alas, it’s not easy to be a child. Everything you do depends on adults. When will I grow up? 2. It’s not easy. Composition

I was ignorant before, but now that I think about it, it’s still really interesting.

At that time, I had never suffered a loss, and I didn’t know how high the world was. The second grade of junior high school was on holiday, and my test scores were a mess. I really had no intention of studying anymore. After I got home, I told my dad, "I won't study anymore."

At first, my dad was very angry and scolded me a few times. But after a while, my dad said with a smile: "Okay, let you go and do things with Brother Bi."

I nodded my head happily and said, "Brother Bi, what are you doing?" Dad said: "He is working as a chef." I nodded sharply and said: "Okay!" Dad said: "When the time comes, don't complain about being tired and say you want to come back!" I was confident and said: "Okay, definitely. ”

The next day, Brother Bi and I took a bus to Shaodong. Brother Bi is a great chef. From then on, I call Brother Bi my master. When we came to the big hotel, the place where we stayed was the big kitchen. When I got there, I saw a few people in their forties chopping vegetables. Brother Bi said hello to those people, and that person asked me to get a haircut first. After I had my hair cut, they asked me to chop vegetables. I cut and cut and cut endless vegetables until nine o'clock in the evening. I was really tired. As soon as I lay on the bed, I fell asleep. How can such a word be tired?

The next day, I got up early in the morning. When the clothes are dirty, if you are at home, just throw them into the washing machine and that's enough. However, here, I am not allowed to wash myself. At nine o'clock, the master asked me to cut vegetables again. After cutting peppers all morning, the hand holding the handle of the knife was sore, and the left hand holding the peppers was so hot that it felt like it was on fire. I had just finished chopping the peppers and wanted to take a rest. The master asked me to kill fish again, but I didn’t dare to kill them. Sometimes I killed grass carp into carp, so I was inevitably scolded. When there are many guests, sometimes they don’t recognize the dishes and get the wrong ones, and they get scolded. And I didn't dare to look back. If I did, the master would give a clear answer: "Just go back!"

It was tiring and painful. After working like this for more than ten days, I became impatient. Moreover, there is no salary in the first month, and there is no salary until the second month. My father sent me some living expenses, and he was afraid that I would use them to surf the Internet secretly, so Brother Bi kept them for me. Every time I asked Brother Bi for money, he would only give me 10 yuan at a time. After working for less than a month, I still want to study.

After just one month, I went home. I want to study because it’s not easy outside. 3. "It's Not Easy Being a Teacher" essay of about 400~500 words

Teacher's Day Every year as Teacher's Day approaches, our media can always dig out some stories about teachers that touch us from ordinary lives around us.

The reason why they are ordinary is that, except for the period before and after Teachers' Day, they, like most teachers, work and live silently, doing their job day after day. They don't think there is any difference in the work they share. Maybe they just stand on the podium in the mountainous area longer than others, and the journey between school and home is more difficult than others. They have to do things other than teaching and educating people. They must be a little more special than others, and it is only these differences from others that have made their extraordinary chalk lives possible. On this special holiday, the media focused the TV camera on them, left newspaper pages to them, gave them the radio voice, and publicized their extraordinary deeds by telling their extraordinary stories. , in order to create a strong atmosphere of respecting teachers and valuing education in the whole society.

"No matter how poor we are, we cannot afford education; no matter how miserable we are, we cannot afford to suffer for our children." This is a slogan that Chinese people often talk about.

Studying to become a talented person is always a dream that haunts people, and school is a "big tree" that lets this dream fly. Teachers are the ones who watch over the dream and protect this big tree - —They are "human soul engineers" engaged in the most noble profession under the sun. Precisely because education carries the dreams of generations, schools focus the attention of generations, and teachers shoulder the heavy responsibilities of generations, education today is a heavy topic, schools have become a sacred place, and teachers are more It is a profession that attracts the attention of society.

Especially teachers, they are engaged in a conscientious profession, but they are burdened with too many social responsibilities and carry high public expectations. Therefore, it is common around Teachers’ Day every year. It is normal and inevitable to receive attention from society. On the occasion of this festival specially set up for teachers, there are always some ordinary teachers and their extraordinary stories that touch us.

While we are moved, should we also think about what we should do for them - it is necessary to share some social responsibilities for them, we have the responsibility to improve some working and living conditions for them, and we have reasons to do something for them. They have returned to their basic human nature and are no longer physically and mentally tired. They should not think of them until the holidays and send them warmth and love. To cultivate the flowers of the motherland, water the pillars of society, and cultivate qualified builders of the future, we not only need Zhong Yuanfeng who has been watching the campus for thirty years, nor do we only need Xiong Yihua who paddles a boat between school and home alone, but also needs We don’t just need a rural teacher who acts as a bridge to help students cross the river. What we need is a group and a forest.

Individual role models of teacher ethics can only serve as a spiritual inspiration and beacon. In the new historical period, what we need is a comprehensive improvement of the ethical standards of all teachers. The overall improvement of teachers’ quality level. Teachers' Day will always pass, and the role of an individual as a model will gradually weaken due to the shift of social attention, and the moral power of an individual teacher will also become increasingly weaker as he fades out of people's sight.

Being moved by rural teachers like Zhong Yuanfeng and Xiong Yihua is not the only theme of Teachers’ Day. What we must place our hope in is that in a country where teachers are generally respected and education is valued, the children in every village Everyone can go to school happily, and teachers in every school can teach happily. I hope that when Teachers’ Day comes in the future, we will no longer read these news that touch us and make us feel heavy. 4. The title is "It's not easy."

It's not easy.

In the new office, there are many colors of lights. It seems that turning on more lights will not contribute much to "light pollution". On the wall, banners appeared everywhere - clean and honest, dedicated to duty, self-sacrifice for the public... Lao Li was leaning on a soft swivel chair, and he didn't seem to feel guilty about the layout of the new office.

The function of the swivel chair was not wasted. He turned half a circle with a "huh" and faced the window.

The city outside the window is lined with trees and straight trees, and there seems to be an eternal trend. People are people. When they look at things similar to themselves, they learn to associate: Aren't the buildings outside the window also built bit by bit? The higher you build it, the more houses you can live in, which is more convenient for everyone! It's not easy.

And me? Old Li took a sip of Biluochun sent by his secretary. The tea leaves move up and down, and finally sink to the bottom of the cup. Old Li's sinister smile was reflected in the cup. My thoughts took off.

He joined politics at the age of 20. Oh, this way. I have been working as a deputy section chief for a few years now, and I get angry just thinking about that bastard Wang Min.

Just "eating" me doesn't count, and he didn't transfer me. Fortunately, I "jumped" in time and found a new backer. Otherwise, maybe that bastard would still be drinking the "Maotai" I gave him!

Mr. Huang is not a good person either. He is probably really a "big official" and has a bad temper. He has eaten up my savings for several years. Is it easy for me? Thinking of this, Lao Li sneered. Fortunately, I pay attention to "accumulation". If I don't go with the small ones, I won't come with the big ones! Thinking about it, my wife is now a high-level white-collar worker and my son is in the best middle school in the city. All of this is not the result of my "Taishan Mountains do not care about soil, and rivers and seas do not care about trickles." If we don’t open up the channels, will there be a constant flow of “living water”?

Lao Li sighed, maybe he really felt that it was not easy for him!

Just yesterday, the old man still didn’t agree with me. This guy is getting hotter as he gets older. For this promotion, I was “poor and useless”! Hey, the road to becoming an official is so hard! Lao Li took a sip of tea. There was a bitter taste in his mouth. Suddenly, something occurred to him.

"Hmm" The swivel chair turned half a circle again. At the desk, Old Li quickly dialed a few numbers, "Hey, Xiao Zhang, I will make a decision now about what you said last time." It’s settled for you, you can come at noon, you know the rules, I also ask for help, it’s not easy! ..."

In the office, the lights are still bright, and it seems that I want to ask Lao Li to "beg for help". "It's easier to illuminate the road to officialdom. Why, this lamp seems to be the same as its owner - hey, it's not easy!" 5. Fifth grade composition: It’s not easy to do this (450 words)

Yesterday at noon, I received a task - to review the composition of classmate Wen Qian for the teacher. I'm so ecstatic! I usually see the teacher drawing circles on the classmates' compositions with a pen when reviewing their essays. I feel that the teacher is very majestic, and I think: If only I could draw circles on the classmates' notebooks like this! Now the opportunity has finally come! I was so excited that I couldn't wait to run to Wen Qian's place to have her essay approved.

The time for noodles has finally arrived. I took Wenqian to my bed in the girls' dormitory and asked her to sit down. I also sat next to her. I took her composition from her hand and started reading it. This article is poorly written. Just the beginning made me find two problems: the sentences don't make sense and the words are repeated. I followed the teacher's example and tapped Wen Qian's composition paper with a pencil, and said seriously: "Wen Qian, there is a problem at the beginning of your composition. Your words are repeated, and your sentences are not fluent. It should be. Change it to this..." I said, crossing out words with repeated meanings for her, and helping her straighten out her sentences. I read it again, haha, it is much smoother. I couldn't help but feel proud of this small success.

I then looked down and helped her figure out another natural paragraph. As I read and reread, I found that the human language in Wen Qian's composition took up a lot of space, and the description of the scene was very sparse, making the article seem dull and boring, and it became a running account. I frowned and said to her: "You should do more description of the scene, you can write a little or face-to-face. For example, if a person speaks, you only write his language but not his movements, expressions,... ,," I told her what I knew without reservation. "Understood, revise it yourself." I handed her a pen, but found that she was looking at me blankly.

"Do you understand?"

"No."

After hearing these two words, I suddenly became angry. I talked so much and in detail, but she didn’t understand at all! For a moment, I really wanted to scold her severely, then drop the pen and turn around and leave. But then I thought about it, a qualified teacher must not abandon the students halfway through teaching! I suppressed my anger and spoke again patiently. This time she understood it and took a pen to make a lot of corrections on the composition. I took a look and hey, it’s really good!

This is how we modify it. Half an hour passed, and an hour passed. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, my waist became sore, and the hand holding the pen also sweated a lot. The composition is finally revised! I asked Vincent to read it over. The revised composition is much better than the original text. There are fewer human words, more scene descriptions, and the writing is more exciting. I smiled happily. My efforts were not in vain. Although I was very tired, I felt very happy.

Beating my sore and painful back, I finally realized how hard the teacher worked! It’s so hard for me to review essays for one classmate, let alone a teacher who has to review essays for 54 classmates. It is so hard for the teacher to correct our homework, but we are unwilling to do our daily homework and often just write a few answers to deal with the teacher. Are we worthy of the teacher? As I thought about it, my face started to feel hot. Usually we only know how to complain about how much homework there is and how tiring it is to do it, but we never think about how hard it is for the teacher to correct 54 homework assignments! People who have never been a teacher will never know how hard it is to correct homework, but after being a teacher for 90 minutes, I deeply understand the fatigue of the teacher correcting homework. The hard work we put in doing our homework is nothing compared to the hard work the teacher put in correcting it! If we don't study hard, how can we be worthy of every teacher who teaches us?

I have benefited a lot from being a teacher for 90 minutes! 6. Composition

Catching mosquitoes is not easy: During the spring break, some "uninvited guests" came to my house, and I had many red "tattoos" on my body from time to time. This is not even the "Vampire Master" - Mosquito's "outstanding masterpiece".

Mosquitoes are distributed in every corner of my house, ready to contribute all their strength to "delicious food" at any time. These mosquitoes are so annoying! For a while they slipped under my arms, and for a while they flew past my eyes, as if they were trying to hide and seek with me. That "buzzing" sound makes people upset when they hear it. I really wish that from this moment on, all the mosquitoes in the world would die!

However, my curse has no support from God, and mosquitoes are still enjoying themselves in my home. There is no way, our whole family can only have a "human-mosquito competition". I put the sticky paper with the food on the table and took some napkins; my father prepared a mosquito swatter, and my mother held up a bottle of mosquito killer, ready to fight at any time.

The competition began, and my eyes suddenly focused on the window. Hey, there are really two mosquitoes whispering here! Ha, mosquito, mosquito, this may be the last conversation you have with your partner! See if I don't crush you into a pulp! Now, I want revenge! So, I walked gently to the glass window, pointed at the mosquito and made a "pop" sound. I was secretly happy that I caught the mosquito this time and was ready to appreciate my masterpiece. But when I opened the napkin and looked at it, I was stunned. There is nothing on the paper, it is no different from when it was first brought out! The mosquito slipped away. well! It's not easy to catch those "troublemakers"!

Looking at Dad again, he was also in a terrible state. Each and every funny move that had never happened before made my mother and I burst into laughter. I saw my father's bare feet, slowly approaching the TV. It turned out that there was a mosquito on the TV screen. Dad made a 360-degree turn, and with a "pop", Dad was dad after all. Although the mosquito didn't hit him, he was still disabled - the mosquito's wings were hit! But an ugly "scar" was left on the screen.

When my mother saw this, she was really angry and funny. She said confidently: "You two, step aside! Look at me!" She picked up the mosquito killer and sprayed it on the mosquitoes. stand up. This trick really worked. At this time, my mother's pride was at its peak! My dad and I admire it very much!

Hey! Catching mosquitoes is not easy! 7. It’s really not easy composition

It’s really not easy

Time: 2018-12-01 | Author: Wang Bo

During the physical education class on Monday afternoon, the teacher Said: "We are going to have a rope skipping competition next week, everyone should prepare." The classmates in our class said in unison: "Okay." But I was not happy at all. Because my skipping skills are not good. When I jump, I can only jump one by one, so I will definitely not be qualified for skipping. So after school that night, I ran to my neighborhood to practice skipping.

At that time, I jumped one by one, but it felt too slow, so I accelerated. I wanted to jump two in a row. However, after I finished one jump and was about to jump the second one, I was caught by the rope. Yes, no success. Like last time, I jumped first and then the second one. So, I saw the rope correctly and succeeded! This time I didn't let the rope catch me. I repeated this movement seven times, and finally I could jump continuously.

So, I practiced skipping like this every night.

I jumped faster and faster, and jumped faster and faster. This week, I actually jumped seventy times.

No matter how persistent I am, no matter whether I am on campus, in the community or hanging out with friends, as long as I have free time, I will practice skipping. Finally I jumped faster and more steadily than before. I used to be able to dance fifteen times a minute, but now I can dance two hundred and seventy-six times a minute. Even I don’t believe it. This is the result of unremitting practice of skipping rope.

When the day came for the competition, I was just like usual, except that I jumped faster, steadier, and more accurately than usual. Sure enough, hard work paid off, and I was the second-most in the class with 387, and successfully passed the exam.

In the past two weeks, through my continuous efforts and hard sweat, I have passed the skipping rope.

Since then, I still practice and jump rope every day, and I want to strive for better results.

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It is not easy to buy groceries

One night during the summer vacation, I thought I should take advantage of this During the holidays, I have to help my mother with some housework. From tomorrow on, I have to help my mother buy groceries.

When it comes to buying groceries, I think: Isn’t it just a matter of buying a few groceries? So simple! My mother seemed to know what I was thinking, so she said to me: "Don't be too proud. Buying groceries is not as simple as you think. There is a college question hidden in it!"

The next morning, My mother gave me fifty yuan. After I took the money, I arrived at the door of the vegetable market as if I had stepped on Nezha's Hot Wheels. When I entered the vegetable market, I saw many uncles and aunts selling vegetables. I went over and saw that there were meat sellers, vegetable sellers, seafood sellers, and fruit sellers... There was really everything. The vegetable market was filled with the shouts of uncles and aunties selling vegetables, and it was very lively.

I first came to the vegetable stall. When the shopkeeper saw that I was a child, he enthusiastically greeted me: "Child, what do you want to buy?" I imitated an adult and said, "I want to buy bitter melon. Fresher ones." The shopkeeper smiled, then took some particularly fresh bitter melons and asked, "Kid, how much do you want?" "I...I want three pieces," I thought for a while. The shopkeeper weighed the bill and said, "One pound is 5 yuan." I gave her 50 yuan. Only then did the shopkeeper tell me that this bill was counterfeit. I was shocked, and then she said: "Haha! I was joking with you just now, here! Give me your money." I took the money, took the bitter melon and left in embarrassment.

Then, I went to the place selling tofu and said to the shopkeeper: "Uncle, I want to buy 25 yuan of tofu." "Haha!" the shopkeeper said, "25 yuan can buy 50 pieces of tofu, you can eat Can you buy it?" My face suddenly turned red and I said embarrassedly: "Then I want 5 yuan!" After hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately put ten pieces of tofu into a plastic bag. After I paid, I took it. Tofu went home.

On the way home, thinking back to the joke I just made, I thought: It turns out that shopping for groceries is not that easy! 9. Essay "It's Actually Not Easy" 300 words

True interaction, everyone needs help from others, and everyone should help others. However, when you receive enthusiastic help from others, have you ever thought of thanking them?

I learned a lot as I grew up. It all started when the teacher asked us to observe the warmth and coldness of the world:

One day, Xiao Ming went swimming in the river and accidentally choked. He shouted for help. At this time, a middle-aged uncle heard the cry for help and jumped into the river to rescue Xiao Ming without even taking off his clothes. After rescuing Xiao Ming, he was finally out of danger. Oh, I get it...

A large truck was filled with precious items, but the back door was not locked and part of the cargo fell off. At this time, a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle saw it, picked up the items and put them on the motorcycle and started chasing the truck. The driver of the truck chased to the destination only to realize that he had dropped the cargo due to carelessness. When he took the lost and recovered items from the motorcyclist, he was so moved that he kept saying "thank you"... Oh, I understand... … 10. It’s not easy to be a brother. A 400-word essay

This is the first time I have returned to my hometown after arriving in the city.

As soon as I set foot on that familiar path, I thought of my brother. Ever since I was a toddler, my brother has been carrying me on this path to play.

At that time, my parents were busy with work, so I spent a lot of time with my brother. Whenever I cry when I am scared by bugs, my brother always wipes my tears with a smile and says, "Don't be afraid, watch me trample this bad guy to death!" After that, he tramples it to death.

As for me, I always smiled with tears in my eyes. Time flies, and I am in school in a flash. Every time after school, no matter how late it is, I have to wait for my brother to come out of the classroom and go home together.

On this small road, my brother spent several spring and autumn years with me, and I walked back and forth countless times. I remember one morning, it was raining crazily, and I said, "Brother, it's raining so hard, why don't you go to school?" My brother held an umbrella and said, "Is this little rain scaring you? Come on, come up. Come on!" As he said this, he knelt down to carry me.

I said hesitantly: "Don't carry me on your back -" my brother interrupted me with a smile.