How to write a composition describing misunderstanding psychology

1. Seek psychological description when misunderstood. For an ordinary person, peace may just mean being deep and strong. How can an animal with such heavy feelings be really calm? Most of those so-called people who are out of the dust just escape.

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When dealing with feelings, you can cut the gordian knot. Maybe you really don't value this feeling in your heart, because you care too much about your dead classmate. Of course, there is another possibility. I'm sadder than dead. He hit you too hard, and you unconsciously began to close this feeling. It is also possible.

Suggest a change of environment. If possible, change to a comfortable and slow-paced place and live a simple and simple life.

When everything is comfortable, the problem comes. Imagine what people who don't have enough food and clothes will think. This seems to be an exaggeration, just a metaphor, because you spend too much attention on it.

2. How to write a misunderstood composition 1 Beautiful misunderstanding Although my three-year junior high school life is over, I still often recall what happened in school before. I accidentally remembered a mistake I made. This is a secret, and no one knows it. Although it was a mistake, I took it as a beautiful misunderstanding. "China, 92 points; Red, 53 points; Ting, 123, etc. " "Wow, Christine actually got 123 points and became the first in the class. What an accident. " "Yes, her grades at ordinary times is not general? Why is she so tall this time? " After listening to Ding's grades, the students all expressed their surprise. I glanced at her and found that she was confused. The class is boiling. "Today, I want to give special praise to Ding. She got a high score of 123. As a teacher, I am very happy for her. It is conceivable that she must study hard at ordinary times. Everyone must learn from Ting. " The English teacher's words stopped the students whispering. Since then, Ting has worked really hard, never leaving her feet from morning till night, and her grades in not only English but also other subjects have improved. It turns out that praise can really make an ordinary student become an excellent student. One day, I went to the office to look for my English teacher, but the teacher was not in. I saw the booklet on the teacher's desk, which was the result of the last English exam. "Oh, how did that happen? Christine got 92 points in the first multiple-choice exam? But the perfect score in the first volume is only 90. What about 2 points? " I was shocked, and then I thought of the final score. "Oh, I think it turns out that Christine got 29 points in the first volume, and I got 92 points, but the teacher only looked at the final score, and didn't look at the students' scores in the first and second volumes carefully. It turned out to be my fault. " I was a little scared at the time. I don't know whether I should tell the teacher, but I think of Ting's efforts and struggles. Maybe this score of 123 can really motivate her. I closed the pamphlet and walked out of the office alone as if I didn't see anything. I didn't know about it until graduation day, and I don't know if the teacher found it. I just took it as my own secret-a beautiful misunderstanding. When I was in the fourth grade, I studied sketching outside school. There is a little girl in my class named Songsong, who likes playing with me very much, only four or five months younger than me. I remember it was a cold winter. It's raining in Mao Mao. Small raindrops fall on your hands, just like ice soaked with bones. I wrapped my umbrella in a cotton-padded jacket and walked to the painting class step by step. I opened my schoolbag and saw "Ah!" I don't have a ruler! I can't believe my eyes, and I have to admit it's true. You know, our art teacher is very fierce. Last time, a classmate in our class was invited outside the classroom by the teacher without his learning tools. What's more, when you draw people's faces today, you should check the grid with a ruler. If you don't accept it, you will be punished by the teacher to stand outside the classroom. Besides, it's raining outside! Like a cold stone in my heart. The more I watch it, the heavier it gets. The more I watched it, the heavier it became ... so I hurriedly asked my classmates, and their answers were the same: "I only brought one!" " I sat helplessly waiting ... Sister Shu Yun, I'll give you my ruler. Suddenly I feel energetic, but like a deflated ball, I suddenly lost my breath. What is this ruler? All of them are dirty, and besides, one corner is missing. I thought to myself: keep it for myself and give me a dirty and smelly ... she smiled at me. At the beginning of class, the teacher came into the classroom and said, "Go out without a ruler." I sighed, looked at the "dirty ruler" and looked around gloatingly. Ah! After a burst of surprise, I saw Song stand up and walk towards the door. I stared at her. She looked at her with a willing look. She shivered in the cold wind. I looked at her. She stood in the drizzle ... I looked at the ruler. It's no longer dirty and rotten ... she painted it for me.

3. About the misunderstood composition [about the misunderstood composition] But I can only endure it silently, about the misunderstood composition.

I still remember it was a sunny day, and I was walking on my way to school singing happy songs. When I came to school, I took out my textbook and started reading, but soon the preview bell rang.

I looked at the blackboard and the students on duty today. He had a good time talking and laughing with his deskmate. So, I went to the podium, picked up the blackboard and wiped it.

Hardly had I finished cleaning the blackboard when the teacher came. The teacher looked at me, then at my classmates, and said to me, Qi Jing, the class is coming soon, so it's not convenient to talk to you. Come to my office after class.

I was flattered and thought the teacher wanted to praise me for being sensible and loving. During the whole class, I listened attentively to the teacher's lecture, hoping to finish the class quickly so that I could go to the teacher's office and be praised by her.

Finally, a class passed and I rushed to the teacher's office. When I walked into the teacher's office, the teacher didn't even look at me, but said angrily, Qi Jing, I thought you were a student with excellent academic performance. I didn't expect you to clean the blackboard before class. As a monitor, how shameful are you? Imagine what our class would be like if all the students were like you. I just started to explain the situation to the teacher.

But the teacher said that you don't need to explain. You doubled your homework tonight, and now you can go back to the classroom. I was so angry that I said loudly to the teacher, Why do you want me to do more homework? I am not a student on duty today! The teacher paused and said, so what if it's not? You are a class cadre, so you should help your classmates. Besides, you just refuted me, so you must double your homework. Go back to the classroom! I was so sad that I ran back to the classroom and cried.

The teacher also came and said, don't cry, or it will affect other students! I had to hold back. When I got home, I recorded it in my diary and wrote a paragraph at the end: Dear teacher, why do you treat students who love and respect you like this? Although my Chinese score is not very good, I will work hard. Please forgive my rudeness and give every student more hope! There is a riddle: the riddle is: it sounds good to read, but it is hard to read backwards.

The answer is: the story, of course, can also be said to be an accident. Today, the teacher told us a story about a serious car accident caused by misunderstanding.

In the story, a truck driver kindly reminded another driver that there was a pig in front, but the driver thought it was scolding him. Instead, he hit back at the kind truck driver with a curse, causing a terrible car accident, which reminded me of another seemingly joke and thought-provoking story. One day, a woman got into a taxi with a newly bought camera in her hand and put it on an empty seat in the car.

After a while, it was the stop. The lady got off the bus in a hurry, but she didn't want to leave her camera in the car. The driver immediately rolled down the window, leaned over and shouted to her: your camera, your camera! But that woman heard that you are like a chicken, you are like a chicken! She thought, isn't this scolding me? So he flew into a rage and shouted at the driver, you are like a chicken! Then he left without looking back. The driver shook his head and asked nothing more. The woman walked for a while, felt in her pocket, and suddenly found that her camera was missing, only then did she realize that she had just left it in the taxi.

So she went crazy, turned around and started chasing the taxi she just took, and kept shouting: my camera, my camera! I want to say that if there is doubt between people, the story will become an accident; If there is no suspicion, the accident can be a story. So it is really important to shorten the distance between heart and heart! Teacher's comment: The author connects himself with a story with the same connotation through the material provided by the teacher, and expresses his unique point of view, which fully shows that in the eyes and hearts of children, social morality has another interpretation, calling for social morality and mutual understanding between people. What a wonderful expectation, I believe it is also the expectation of each of us. The voice of the little author represents the voice of everyone! Thank you for stealing. Today, the big sun has poked its head out. The white clouds in the sky show various shapes, some become lollipops, some become galloping horses, and some take off like rockets. The composition material "About the Misunderstood Composition".

Butterflies and bees have come out to work, and flowers and grass are whispering! What a beautiful scenery, but I'm a little nervous. I want to steal fifty cents from the piggy bank, because my mother never lets me touch the piggy bank, let alone let me take money. But if I have another fifty cents, plus the fifty cents in my hand is exactly one yuan, I can buy my dream kitten pen! My mother fell asleep at noon and I stole fifty cents from the piggy bank. My heart is pounding, I'm afraid and happy, because I'm afraid my mother will find out I stole money, but I think I can buy the kitten pen I want soon, so my fear fades! As soon as I go to school in the afternoon, I will go to the stationery store to buy a pen. I didn't expect that there was only fifty cents left in my pocket when I paid, and that fifty cents was lost! I couldn't buy a kitten pen, so I bought bubble gum for fifty cents. At this moment, a clear voice came from behind: your fifty cents! When I looked back, it was a little girl with big eyes and rags.

I took fifty cents and said gratefully, thank you! Little sister! My bad mood has become happy again, because my hard-won fifty cents have been recovered! At this time, after school, I walked out of the school gate with a happy mood and suddenly saw a poor old man begging for money at the school gate. I want to give this old man money? At this time, my heart began to struggle! The selfish ghost said: Don't give him money! I managed to get this money out! The angel of love said: You are a kind child and won't be stingy with your money. Your money will be of great help to the elderly! Then, the angel defeated the devil, and I thought: Little girls are so caring, why don't I have love? I quickly took back the fifty cents the little girl gave me from my pocket and put it in grandpa's box. Then, an old thank you came to my ear and I secretly smiled.

4. The composition of psychological description was sent out. In the teacher's mouth, I haven't heard her name for a long time, and my heart is pounding. I only feel my ears are hot, my face is spicy, and my palms are cold and sweaty. She hoped for a miracle: maybe the teacher put his test paper in the wrong place? Did you miss my paper or not? Maybe, maybe this is just an illusory dream.

However, her heart told her: this is a reality, an incredible reality.

Finally, I got the test paper. The number before her name changed from 1 to 23. Hearing this score, the students gave her a strange look, and some even gave a cry of surprise. Every scene deeply stung her heart, and there was a helpless spirit in her eyes.

She froze, tried to avoid everyone, buried her head very low, stared blankly at her toes, and everything like pearls swirled in her eyes, trying to control her emotions.

She seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes lost their spirits and her face turned white and red. Even she doesn't know how she got back to her seat!

Looking at the paper written as bright red as a spell, she wanted to tear it up, but-she couldn't!