My troubles 600-word composition for the first grade of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below is a 600-word essay on my troubles for the first grade of junior high school that I compiled (selected 13 essays). It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. My troubles 600-word composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

There are many troubles, many troubles. Although I don’t want to have troubles, I can’t get rid of them...

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People say that slim people are beautiful. However, I seem to be a bit too "slim". My classmates say that I am a dry cowpea, which makes me very troubled. One day, a classmate made fun of me and said to me: "I really want to eat you. Although I don't like vegetables, you look delicious..." I fainted... ugh , when can I gain weight? What an annoyance...

Annoyance 2: Mom’s voice

Hey! I feel ashamed to say that I have to be secretive every time I go online, and I have to keep my ears up very carefully, especially worried about my mother's voice suddenly ringing out. Let's just say this afternoon, I only had two classes. When I got home, my dad was having a parent-teacher meeting, and naturally my mom wasn't home yet. My paws started to itch again, so I skillfully stretched out my hand towards the computer... I knew that my mother wouldn't come back before 5:30, so I started to play with ease... It was already 5:00 Halfway through, my sixth sense told me that my ears should be working. As soon as there are footsteps, I will look out of the window immediately. If not, I will continue playing my game. "Ahem..." Oh no, my mother's voice came to my ears. As my sensory organs are extremely sensitive, I hurriedly closed the window of QQ Hall (I had to use the window mode to prevent my mother's sudden attack) and the QQ I was hanging on, and quickly went to my room to pretend to read. Why! My victory in the game was like the moon in the water. It seemed easy to catch it, but it turned out to be blocked by my mother's voice... Oh, my mother's hateful voice...

A lot of troubles, a lot of troubles , although I don’t want to have troubles, but I can’t get rid of them no matter what... My troubles 600-word composition for the first grade of junior high school 2

Everyone has their own troubles, for example: Your parents say you are timid and naughty When you are making trouble, when the teacher says you are a mess in your homework, or when you are laughed at by your classmates for doing something, some inexplicable worries will pop up in your mind. Troubles are like a breeze, they can pop up everywhere. It doesn't matter if you don't show up like him, troubles are everywhere, let me talk to you about my troubles!

I remember one time, my parents went out, and my brother and I were the only ones at home. My brother was making trouble, and I went to catch him. I said to him angrily: Stop here, you "troublemaker." , otherwise your ass will suffer! He listened to my words and stopped for a moment. I thought he was scared by me. But after he listened to my words, not only was he not afraid of me, but he became even more powerful. He rushed towards me with a clothes drying pole. When I saw that my situation was not good, I ran away. When he saw that I had run away, he became even more arrogant. He swung the clothes drying pole and broke a glass. At this time, my parents came back, and my younger brother was very clever at this time. He threw the clothes drying pole on me and ran to play on the computer. My parents saw the broken glass on the ground and asked me what happened. I said it was my brother who did it, but my parents said to me: My brother is still so young. How could he do bad things when he is not even a year old? If you're naughty, be naughty. Don't just push it on your brother after you've done something bad. How old are you? Mom and Dad said angrily. The title of "troublemaker" suddenly fell on me. It was obviously my younger brother who was doing bad things, so why did the responsibility suddenly fall on me? I said very troubled.

Another time, when I was eight years old, my younger brother was already one year old. He was leisurely and leisurely, but I was working hard copying and memorizing. What’s even more hateful is that when I was studying, He always said next to him: Brother, I am playing on the computer. It's nothing. When I was watching TV, he picked up the clothes hanger, walked towards me slowly, and beat me so hard that I almost cried. He hit me where I was just injured, and I hit him. Big butt, I spanked him so lightly. He got angry and used a trick: "Snitching." Therefore, I was scolded by my father again. I thought sadly in my heart: "This vicious brother, because of this If you hate me for trivial things, then when you grow up, you will want to retaliate against me.

"It's really annoying, I scratched my head and said.

There are so many troubles in life. Although my brother will cause troubles and troubles for me from time to time, as long as I get used to it, it's fine. Not bad. My Troubles, a 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school 3

There will be many things in everyone’s life that make you unhappy, sad, and troubled. Of course, I am no exception. Despite my young age, I have a lot of troubles.

The word "lazy" has been the most annoying thing to me since I was a child, because I am a "lazy" and like to sleep in and be a "home girl". Because of this word, I was late for school several times, of course in elementary school! However, I am not lazy at home. I am my mother’s hard-working assistant and my father’s favorite girl. When I am at home, I like to help my mother sweep the floor and help my father. Washing the dishes.

Although "laziness" is my biggest worry, diary is my smaller worry than "laziness"!

Because my parents have been there since they were young. I loved writing diaries when I was a child. Now, when I grow up, they still like writing diaries! However, this diary is not just a diary, it also includes accounting! Diary, the beginning of the diary I write is always "How was it today" and "What did I do today" are always like this. My mother was almost out of breath because of the diary I wrote. I also couldn't. I haven’t changed it!

Well, these are the two things that bother me the most.

If you want to not be lazy, you have to work hard; If you want not to be lazy, you have to do things; if you want not to be lazy and not late, you have to get up early and go to bed early; if you want not to be lazy, you need two words "hardworking", three words "still hardworking", and four words "more hardworking". If I work hard, I will not be lazy. If I am not lazy, I will not be late. If I am not late, I will learn more. If I learn more, I will study well! The above summary is "Laziness is my biggest enemy!" "I will not let laziness become an obstacle to my study!

Of course I want to keep a good diary and write more diaries. The first point of insisting on keeping a diary is to read more other people's diaries in order to improve my own diary. level. The second is to find a password-protected diary on your computer so that you are not afraid of others reading it! The third is to have the determination to do one thing and you will succeed!

In short! , one sentence: Although there are many worries, as long as you find the right way to solve them, even if there are as many worries as stars, as long as you can resolve them, you will be successful! If you resolve the worries one by one, then I believe that you will succeed! My life will be more colorful than before! My Troubles 600-Word Composition 4

People who have met me have a deep impression of me, because I have one outstanding feature, that is, my eyes. Big, big teeth. Big eyes look better, because sometimes they remind me of the "big beautiful eyes" in the lyrics. But my two front teeth bring me a lot of trouble.

Because my two front teeth are so big, I got a lot of nicknames, such as Mickey Mouse, Rabbit, Little Pepper, etc. I don’t like the nicknames they gave me. They are all cute, but in fact, these are all an insult to me.

I love to smile, but my two huge front teeth always appear when I smile, so some classmates say that I look very ugly when I smile. . I know I look ugly when I smile, but I still keep laughing because I don’t think so.

I love to laugh, but my mother tells me not to smile too much, especially when there are many people. When I was young, she asked me to pay attention to my appearance. When taking pictures, my mother would not let me grin, because it would show the two front teeth, which would not look good. Even so, I still couldn't control myself. . As long as something funny happens, I will forget everything and laugh heartily.

I once asked my grandpa: "Am I really ugly?" Grandpa said: "No!" If there is a flaw, it is your two front teeth. If you don't have those two front teeth, then you are not ugly. "After hearing this, my heart went cold. Are my two teeth so disliked by others? Even my grandpa said so, and even my mother didn't like it.

When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I signed up to participate in the "June 1st" theatrical performance. During the rehearsal, I unexpectedly heard students from other classes say this to me: "I don't know what their teacher is." How did you think that you would choose such a student with such big teeth? It would be strange if he didn't scare the audience on June 1st. "Although it was just a short sentence, it deeply hurt my heart. I don't know why they always think so. There's nothing good about these two teeth, but there's nothing bad about them either.

I am very annoyed because I don’t know what I will be like when I grow up? Will my two front teeth change? Will everyone still laugh at me? Really, I am very annoyed...My Troubles 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school, Part 5

Growing up cannot be smooth sailing. We will also encounter many annoying things when we grow up. If growth is a piece of writing, then troubles are typos hidden deep in the paragraphs; if troubles are a blank sheet of paper, then troubles are a flaw on the back...and my troubles are like Under the scorching heat of the summer sun, I had no choice but to walk in the shadows of others.

I am an out-and-out chubby girl. I have been ridiculed and given some "tall" nicknames by others since I was a child. When I was a child, I didn't think it was okay to be chubby. When I was laughed at by others, I would have to report it to my parents. But now as I grow older, as a girl, I have gradually developed a love for beauty, which makes me more and more distraught about this fat body. I see beautiful clothes but can't put them on. Wearing thick clothes in winter looks like a big penguin; in summer, seeing fluttering skirts is just out of reach. When I was in school, I couldn't raise my head when I saw a beautiful girl with a slim figure and a beautiful face walking proudly past me. All in all, my fat figure gave me endless troubles, and even gave me a sense of inferiority and depression, and happiness was far away from me... It’s not like I haven’t tried to lose weight, using a combination of exercise and hunger strikes. . At the beginning of the day, the one who is hungry is the one whose chest is pressed against the back, and the one who is tired is the one who is sweating like a river. Every day, I have to watch my family happily enjoying delicious food, and I can only "saliva water for three thousand feet" from the sidelines. The tears in my heart couldn't stop flowing, and I yelled: "Can we still have fun together?" In the end, I didn't give up on losing weight until I couldn't keep up my energy when I went to school. But I won't give up here. During the summer vacation, I will still continue the war to the end.

Now I am still a little fat girl, but I am full of confidence in life, because I understand that life is like a gravel path, and the stumbling blocks that have not been smoothed are our troubles, and as long as we go If we face it squarely, sooner or later it will be ground into a smooth pebble. If we escape and take a detour, sooner or later we will encounter a bigger stumbling block. I feel like my stumbling blocks have become smoother, what about yours? My Troubles, a 600-word composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 6

The sun shines on the earth, and the spring breeze fills the earth. Even when the sun is shining, there are always brief periods of dark clouds. A colorful life will inevitably have troubles.

I am a middle school student, a girl who is lively and active by nature, quick-talking, and has good grades. But because of my short stature, I was often told in class that I was much shorter than my classmates. Others thought I was a primary school student. However, one time, I was extremely embarrassed.

Remember that time. It was a sunny day. Taking advantage of the fact that it was Saturday, I went to the bus station and took the bus alone, preparing to borrow books from the library. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got on the bus, the scene in front of me shocked me. It turned out that adults all gave up their seats to me. I thought, "Maybe they saw that I was short and thought I was a primary school student, so they all gave up their seats." So: I just found a seat and sat down. Finally got off the bus. I strolled to the library, and the person who walked in with me was a middle-aged woman. Walking in, I looked around for the book "Childhood". I looked left and right, looking left and right. Finally: "The emperor pays off his hard work." I found it. At that time, I felt extremely happy and joyful. Immediately, the middle-aged lady who entered with me just now walked one step faster than me. At that time, the salesperson immediately ran out and shouted: Auntie, your daughter is still inside. "The man felt confused and looked back. Hey, it was really the salesman calling me, and the man went back to the library. The salesman said: "Auntie, it's wrong for you to leave before your daughter leaves. "The aunt said: "That girl is not my daughter. "At this moment, I felt that it was my height that made such a joke. So, I stood up and said; I am not her daughter, I am a middle school student.

This may be because of my short stature. Finally, get this figured out. On the way home, I kept thinking: Why am I so short? Why do people make such ridiculous jokes because they are short?

Is it a sin to be short? My Troubles 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school, Part 7

Everyone has troubles, and I also have a lot of troubles. Now, I want to tell everyone my troubles. In this way, I will feel much more comfortable and relaxed.

The weather was sweltering in the summer, and the teacher kept writing on the blackboard with chalk. I was sweating from the heat, and felt restless. I was looking forward to getting out of class early so that I could run to the playground to play. Yesterday at noon, after the dance class ended, I picked up five yuan on the street. I was very happy, thinking that I would definitely pick up a lot of money tomorrow.

Early the next morning, I got up and went shopping. After shopping for several hours, I didn’t even find a penny. I was disappointed and troubled. In the afternoon, my father asked me to write an essay, but I didn't agree. However, my father insisted on telling me to write it, so I had no choice but to write it. But when I was writing, I couldn't even write a coherent sentence. I thought to myself, this is really bad. How can I explain it to my dad for a while? After school at noon, I was really thirsty and tired, and wanted to buy a popsicle, but I didn't have any money. I thought to myself, it would be great to pick up a few dollars. As soon as school was over this afternoon, I started playing with my friends and even forgot to do my homework.

In the evening, when I was getting ready to go to bed, I realized that I had not finished my homework, so I started writing it in a hurry. When my parents found out, they severely criticized me and sat next to me and kept criticizing me. I hated myself and blamed my parents for being so heartless. Today my mother took me to the supermarket. I saw a beautiful dress and I liked it very much. I asked my mother to buy it, but she wouldn’t buy it. I went back and asked my dad to buy it, but he didn’t give it to me. I can't bear to take my own money. I asked my mother to buy it again, but she refused. I thought about it over and over and couldn't make a decision. It was really a dilemma! It is impossible for a person to be without troubles, and everyone grows up with troubles. We cannot lose confidence in ourselves because of troubles, and we cannot let troubles crush us.

We should learn to overcome troubles, learn to discover and seek happiness in ordinary life. My Troubles, a 600-word composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 8

When I entered junior high school, not only did I study more, but I also had more worries.

Everyone has troubles in their hearts, and the troubles in our hearts are the ones that can most cause changes in our emotions. Recently, I have often been emotionally unstable. Speaking of which, it is my worries that bring about changes in my mood.

During this winter vacation, the school has assigned a lot of holiday homework. This is the holiday where I think I have the most homework during the winter vacation. I originally planned to develop my own interests and hobbies during this holiday, but I didn't expect that there were so many homeworks, which compressed my original time a lot. Not only that, there were already enough holiday homework in school, but my parents actually bought me a lot of after-school tutoring homework, and suddenly several large books of homework were spread out in my class. on the table. As a result, my worries gradually increased while doing these after-school homework every day.

Finally, one day, I finally completed all the homework tasks for the day, and then immediately picked up my skateboard, thinking about practicing. I had just walked to the door with my skateboard when my mother suddenly stopped me. I immediately told my mother that I had finished all my homework today, so I wanted to go out and play for a while.

My mother refused, and then asked me to practice speaking English. The way to practice was to have a conversation with my mother, who was good at English. I had no choice but to put down the skateboard in my hand, and then started practicing English conversation with my mother.

The day passed like this. When the family sat down to eat together in the evening, I couldn’t help but say it out loud. I told my mother that I hoped to have a happy life during the holidays. Time of my own control.

But my mother has always disagreed. She thinks that the holidays are the best time to distance yourself from your classmates. So even during the holidays, I should focus all my attention on my studies. I debated with my mother, and I said that I should learn knowledge well, but it is not just about learning knowledge.

What I feel very annoyed is that my mother did not listen to my opinions at all, and still insisted on asking me to do what she wanted to do every day. I am very troubled now, and I really hope my mother can respect my opinion. My Troubles, a 600-word composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 9

Does the superficial laughter and laughter mean true happiness? Is the pretended happiness just happiness? Who said that, no one has his own sorrows and has his own secrets buried in his heart. I am not good at expressing my thoughts. When we are in the prime of life, we also have our own little worries, the deception of friends, the gossip of betrayers, and the cynicism of enemies. These are all going back and forth around me.

The monitor is a beautiful girl who loves to laugh. She is surrounded by many people every day like a dazzling star. Everyone likes to be with her, because the monitor thinks highly of her and is good at everything. She does it. If you have a good relationship with her, she will think of you in terms of program rewards and other rewards. But if a bad monitor looks down on you, he will yell at you in class and remember your name and report it to the teacher. This makes everyone resist but dare not resist. I have been with her for two years. In elementary school, I often lent her homework to copy and help her - I studied better than her. But in middle school, she changed, became selfish, became different, and gradually surpassed her in study. I. The shared joys and sorrows in the past have turned into overt and covert conflicts. I don't like this. We were obviously such good friends in the past.

She has made new friends and is very good at studying. They often study problems together, but sometimes they take me with them and sometimes they don't. In fact, we were the best at the beginning, but some "bad words behind our backs" provoked us, and our friendship gradually dissipated like a puff of smoke. I couldn't help but lose my temper with her, and I had a conflict with her face to face. I didn't show any affection or want to lose any humanity. She was too much. When I talked to her, it was like deaf ears and ignored me.

I finally feel that she is very important. She used to be innocent, cute, and had a bit of a silly smile. She didn’t like beauty and she was the goddess of many boys. I have regarded her as my most important friend. I apologized to her on "Penguin", but she didn't speak even though she was online. She saw it but ignored me. My heart felt like cold water had broken out. The temperature of my heart had dropped, my feelings had cooled, and I couldn't breathe in pain. . Ah, when can we in the blooming season open our hearts and stop worrying! When is true love not an overlapping of false interests... My Troubles 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school 10

The road to growth is full of sunshine, but the "sunshine" also contains some troubles .

"You child, I care about you!" "What, you said you don't need me to care, I don't care about you, who cares about you..." "Stop, why are you so worried now?" It's rude, and you said I'm annoying..."

Early in the morning, I talked from the bedroom to the toilet, and then from the toilet to the bedroom. The word "annoying"! Oh my god! When will my mother stop nagging me? I really hope to grow up soon and get out of the sea of ??suffering. My mother doesn’t even understand me. She talks about this and that all day long, endlessly. I only talk about boring topics that I hear N times every day. Sometimes, I think: The outside world is so beautiful, when can I fly out of the cage and fly to the blue sky? Sometimes I see one or two birds flying by, and I always cast envious eyes on them. If you do poorly in the exam, humph, you are doomed, doubles!! "You, when will you do better in the exam? I told you not to type on the computer! You don't listen! And you say I'm annoying! Now! What's more, you're in your 70s! Still! Come back if you have the nerve..." At this time, my father interrupted: "Just study hard! All the money we earned so hard will be used to pay for your tuition! Your mother is not feeling well." At this time, my mother will be there. The man next to me pretended to cough and coughed twice while holding on to the stool.

After that, the two of them scolded each other more and more violently, and they started to use violence. Unfortunately, my young and weak body was beaten by these ruthless bamboo sticks. My face was filled with tears, but my parents turned a blind eye and continued to beat me with ruthless bamboo sticks. After that, although I was very unconvinced, I still pretended to understand and kept saying: "Yes, you are right. I failed you because I didn't work hard..."

Dad, Mom, when will you understand the worries in my heart? Violence cannot solve all problems, but annoying nagging cannot be accepted either. Hitting will only increase the pressure of study, and nagging will only increase psychological worries.

On the road of growth, "Yangguan" loses its brilliance and warmth due to troubles.

My Troubles, a 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school, Part 11

"I've been feeling annoyed lately, I've been annoyed..." Huh? Who is singing? Needless to say, it must be me, the "little annoying god" who is singing. Why do you call me little annoying god? Please listen to me one by one. I think if it were you, you would also be troubled.

It all started when I was in the fifth grade. Maybe you would think that a fifth-grade child, eleven or twelve years old, would have such big troubles! NO! NO! NO!

If you think so, you are totally wrong. I can be considered a little big kid, already in the fifth grade. It is precisely because I am in the fifth grade that I will soon enter the sixth grade. I am facing the graduation exam and my homework is starting to pile up. I write and do it every day, and my brain is almost bigger than a basketball. Teachers are like a printing press that keeps homework. There is never enough homework left, and we are about to disappear in the pile of homework. It’s okay to leave more homework. Let’s write more and practice more. This is for our own good, okay! However, the most unbearable thing for us is that the teacher likes to drag the class.

It was a day on Friday. When I looked at the curriculum, the second class was math class, and I thought: the time for exercise was once again swallowed up by math class. Sure enough, the bell rang early for the second period, but the teacher seemed not to have heard and continued to teach her lesson. Oh! Mygod! Get out of class quickly! My God, God and God! (Hehe, sister Tong Xiangyu, don’t you mind if I compete with you for lines!) Let the teacher dismiss the get out of class for us! If we don’t get out of class, we won’t be able to play. While I was praying, the teacher gave us the get out of class after talking for a while. Just as we were about to rush out, the bell rang again and we couldn’t play anymore. . I really hope the teacher can get rid of this problem.

However, there are many benefits to this. We can handle each exam skillfully. Every time I see the exam results, I can't help but shed tears. Our efforts and the teacher's efforts have not been in vain. ah!

Here, "Little Annoying God" thanks the teachers for their good intentions, but I still sincerely hope that the teachers can give us more time to play, and give us more relaxation and more fun at school. If I'm happy, I won't have any worries. My Troubles, a 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school, Part 12

People say: "There are 108 big troubles in a year, and 108 small troubles in a day." I have a trouble, a trouble that was born because of growing up.

I can’t remember when this trouble started following me, but in my memory, I can see it everywhere: in class, in the bedroom...

Watching it while sleeping with the light on Volume, the dream bell rings and the sky is full.

How many times have I done my homework until 11 o'clock? How many times have I stayed up late reading at night without falling asleep? There are more and more homework, and the lenses of glasses are gradually getting thicker. Could it be said that "reducing the burden" is equivalent to "increasing the positive"?

The fragrance of tea seems to be unable to survive tonight. How can the richness of coffee reach tomorrow?

The fights and joys that were once had long been lost in the hundred thousand volumes of teaching aids that the teacher had brought from the "Western Heaven"; Parents learned from Tang Seng's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

During these years, when I was confused in the dark, after studying, I would find a piece of grass, maybe in front of my desk or by the window sill, and look at the rows of trees standing in the distance, and send out my last words. A touch of brilliant green.

It has been almost a year since I entered junior high school, and all the novelties and fun at the time, along with my childhood heart, were buried together in the boundless sea of ??learning and the high mountain of books.

Growth is a piece of writing, and troubles are the typos hidden deep in the paragraphs; growth is a blank sheet of paper, and troubles are the flaws on the back. These tiny things seem familiar and seem to have been disturbing us. In the nature where we grew up, the learning that used to be like a breeze caressing our faces has been blown away by the stormy learning and pressure into the past of memory.

As for what has passed, I can only carefully take it out of my memory, gently brush off the dust on it, and turn it over page by page, becoming a nostalgic reminder of my heartache now. Memories that I can’t bear to let go of.

I have a trouble, a trouble that was born due to growing up... My troubles 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school 13

I was born with a pair of bright "gingko" eyes, which makes People are envious.

But now, I don’t know whether it’s because of close contact with the TV or becoming friends with the computer, but my vision has plummeted. Hey, during class, the teacher was writing on the blackboard. I couldn't see the blackboard clearly at all. There seemed to be many little stars dangling in front of my eyes. Plus, I had a big temper, and there was often an unknown fire in my heart. If someone accidentally touches me, I will explode. As a result, the relationship between many classmates has become tense. Hey, this is not what I want to see! In the end, I reluctantly joined the team of "four-eyed frogs" and put on glasses.

Since I put on glasses, my vision has been declining day by day, and now my glasses have become 300 degrees. I heard from my father that my cousin who is in college has been wearing glasses for many years. She has been wearing glasses since she was in the first grade of junior high school. Originally, her myopia was only 200 degrees. Later, because of her heavy studies, her writing posture changed and her eyes became... We were closer to the table, so the temperature in our eyes rose sharply, and finally it reached 800 degrees! If I continue to be addicted to computers and TV and don't correct my writing posture, I will be like my cousin. After listening to my father’s words, I couldn’t help but regret that I was so impatient!

I used to think that students who wear glasses are very polite, but now I truly understand what "one layer less is worse than one layer more". As soon as I put on my glasses, my eyes feel tired. My father asked me to relax my eyes for five minutes every hour I write my homework, and do eye exercises twice a day. However, I am already a graduating student. I have more and more homework, my schoolbag is getting bigger, and my studies are getting harder and harder. It’s getting heavier and heavier. If you don’t endure hardship in primary school, you won’t be able to get into a good middle school. Failure to get into a good middle school will mean missing the key to the door of university... How dare I “relax” my eyes? !

Myopia brings me a lot of troubles. Who can blame this? Blame it on the TV that fascinates me? Blame it on my obsession with computers? Or is it because I don’t pay enough attention to my reading and writing posture? Oh, how annoying! I hope you don’t follow in my footsteps and protect your eyes!