My problem composition of grade one in junior high school

In normal study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition I collected for you 10 about my troubles in Grade One. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

My troubles in grade one 1 My troubles are like mosquitoes. One flew away, the other flew away, but adults always say that we children have no troubles.

Another Monday, we have to get up early, wear school uniforms and red scarves to raise the national flag. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get, so I pick up my clothes and put them on. I found it when I put it on, huh? The clothes are upside down? I took off my clothes and put them on again. By the time I got dressed, it was already 6: 45. I hurried to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I sat on the sofa angrily and shouted, "Mom, where is my red scarf?" Mom said, "I don't know, you didn't give it to me." By the way, go brush your teeth! ""I'm not a three-year-old child, so you don't have to worry about brushing your teeth! "I'm a little impatient." Then find a red scarf! "I looked for it, but not at home. It can only be in my schoolbag. I unzipped, and there was nothing on the first floor, the second floor and the last floor. I said, "Mom, the red scarf is gone!" " Mom said, "Then buy one and eat quickly." I said, "Well, that's more like it. "I was not in the mood to eat, so I ate a little in a hurry and went on my way.

I bought a red scarf at the school gate. I hope my own red scarf is at school, but that's impossible. I entered the school with a new red scarf. In the classroom, the teacher said, "If it rains today, we won't raise the national flag." Alas, I have been busy all morning in vain.

Today is really annoying. Say, do I have a lot of troubles?

Think about it, I am a sunny little boy, with a caring mother, grandparents who love me so much, and a kind teacher, and my grades are not bad. What am I worried about? Although I have maternal love, I have lacked paternal love since I was ten years old.

At that time, the images often appeared clearly in front of my eyes. Because mom and dad have different personalities, they quarrel every day, which has a bad influence on me. From the beginning of being sensible, I began to convince my parents. I always say to my mother, "Mom, please leave me alone!" " As the saying goes: Take a step back and broaden the horizon. "Mother said very sternly," no, why didn't he take a step back and ask me? "I also advised my father to say,' Dad, hold on a little longer and calm down', and don't be unreasonable. If you really love me, don't argue with your mother! "But my advice is always useless. They are still in a "war" all day. It really makes me sad to see such angry words. In this way, the atmosphere at home became stiff, and my repeated advice was useless. They started the "cold war" again, without asking each other, and barely spoke for a day. Finally, at the extreme of the war, my mother filed for divorce. In this way, mom and dad divorced. Since then, I have been living with my mother, my father has also gone to other places, and my mother has also worked outside. Only my grandma and grandpa take care of me at home, and my mother only goes home at night. In this way, my life is very lacking in fatherly love. Whenever I walk home from school alone, I see something else. My friends and parents go home laughing together, but my eyes are moist. They are so happy! I am very eager for mom and dad to make up. Only in this way can we form a warm and harmonious family. Dad, come back! Mom, forgive dad!

I always thought that growth was happy, but now it seems full of troubles. Take me for example. I am 1.59 meters tall and weigh 38 kilograms, plus my natural small head. How can I look like a "monkey"? For this reason, my classmates laughed at me and my parents called me. I don't want to do this anymore. But I was born so thin that I can't get fat if I want to. It's really annoying

Some people say that being thin has advantages, but I don't think so. People grow thin, have low immunity and are prone to illness. I remember that one midsummer afternoon, the weather suddenly turned cloudy, and the grumpy mother-in-law Feng ran amok like a bison. "hey!" Then, a flash of lightning pierced the quiet sky. "Boom!" Lei Gong smashed the drum that had been hidden for a long time and made a loud noise. "Wow-wow", pouring rain fell from the sky. I didn't bring my umbrella, so I had to wait for someone to pick me up at the school gate. After waiting for more than half an hour, no one came to pick me up. I had to take off my shoes and socks, roll up my trouser legs and walk home with my schoolbag on my back. It is raining harder and harder. The clothes were soaked, the whole body was cold, and the body trembled and huddled. Scary lightning is like a flame from a hairy monster; The harsh thunder seems to be the roar of a twisted demon. Generally, it is 10 minutes away. Today, I walked for half an hour before stumbling home. In the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. My parents sent me to a nearby hospital overnight, and I didn't have a fever until the early morning.

Another time, physical education class, Liu Jing and others were playing basketball, and I wanted to play. Liu Jing said, "Go, go, you are so thin and want to play basketball. What if you are hit by a ball? You'd better stop playing. I think you are suitable for playing with girls. " Say that finish burst out laughing. I am so sad that my classmates don't take me to play and make fun of me. I really hate myself and why I am so thin. hey ...

It seems that everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. Some are troubled by unsatisfactory studies; Some worry about their myopia, some feel wronged because they can't get the understanding of their parents ... and I'm worried about my thin body, which I think is my growing trouble!

Composition 4: My troubles My troubles in the first day of junior high school Composition 4 Careless gentleman who annoyed me:

Hello!

The first time I took the liberty of writing to you, I just wanted to ask you, "Why do you always have to be my trouble?"

When I was a child, I was in a daze. I met you for the first time that spring. It seems that from that time on, I have forged an "indissoluble bond" with you.

The sun shines lazily on the earth, and there is a faint peach blossom fragrance in the air. On this beautiful afternoon, my companions and I played in the yard. Naughty, we picked beautiful flowers and ran after them, and cheerful laughter echoed in the air. At this time, a friend suggested that everyone should count the number of peach blossoms in their hands and see who has the most. "I'll go first." I cried innocently. "One, two, three ... haha, I have seven flowers." The air suddenly became very solidified, followed by "heartbreaking" laughter, "Haha, there is another one on your right." At that moment, my cheeks turned red like two ripe tomatoes-my right hand actually missed one. I stood awkwardly among my companions, scratching my hair.

From then on, you began to be my trouble.

When I was a teenager, the math exam was still fresh in my mind. ...

The dazzling sunlight shone on the desk through the window. There was silence in the classroom, so quiet that everyone's heartbeat could be heard clearly. "Wow", the snow-white test paper crossed a perfect arc and fell into my hands. "Start the exam!" As soon as the teacher gave the order, the students began to "work hard" I glanced at the paper and couldn't help laughing to myself: the topic is not difficult. "Brush …", time is like a stone sinking in the sea, falling silently. I put down my pen, sat in my seat, looked around, and waited for the teacher to roll it up. Tick-tock, tick-tock, "Everybody stop writing and roll it up."

Everyone was on tenterhooks all afternoon for fear of failing the exam.

"Look, the teacher is coming." I don't know who shouted, so I got nervous for no reason. "The result of this exam is not bad, but ..." Yes, the big stone hanging in the students' hearts fell to the ground, but the teacher's "but" made everyone's heart mention in their throats. "Some students are not up to their level." I seem to feel the sharp eyes of the teacher. "The captain has come to hand out the test papers." At this time, I feel that there are fifteen rabbits in my heart-so anxious. "Wow." Eye-catching 89 points, this ... how is it possible? After careful investigation, I found that I made two miscalculations, both because the examination questions were unclear and I even missed a multiple-choice question. "Shout ..." You are careless again. When can I stay away from you?

Today, I am sitting in the classroom and writing to you with this clumsy pen. The breeze brushed my cheek, and my heart sank, thinking: Although you have always been my trouble, if I can be more careful, maybe you will go away automatically!

Thank you for your trouble, careless sir. Although your appearance made me embarrassed and lost ... but you also made me understand that no matter what you do, you should calm down and do it wholeheartedly, with no regrets! Careless sir, I hope not to see you again!

My troubles in the first grade: since childhood, we have had countless troubles and setbacks. How did you spend it? Touch your heart, wash it, and then set foot on the journey again to take your own road of struggle? Or are you trapped by troubles and hesitant? I will share my troubles with you today.

I have grown up since I was a child, and I am uneven, so I often attract some gossip. Once I was playing with a classmate. He saw my big head and said happily, "Everyone says you are smart when your head is big. I'm lucky to have made friends like you today! Oh yeah! " I thought, "well, how can I be blessed?" He made it up!

Another time, I played with my classmates. When they saw that my head was uneven, they said to others, "Look, Confucius' head is uneven, too. Jiang Bingquan can't be a descendant of Confucius! " "I thought my classmates would comfort me, but my classmates also said," Yes! " I blushed and said loudly, "can't my head be uneven?" They don't care about my feelings, but they always talk about me and make my classmates laugh. I'm so ashamed that I really want to dig a hole and get in. ...

I think every day: Is it a good brain? Is the head bumpy or flat? Alas, I really hope my classmates will stop laughing at me in the future!

Since school started late, my daily life has been enriched, not only because of the courses, but also because of my younger brother. So my troubles come not from myself, but from my brother. Now I can envy those families without brothers and sisters. Next, please allow me to talk about where my troubles come from!

My brother is in grade five next semester. He usually muddies along and doesn't get very good grades in the class. He often throws a lot of wrong questions in exams. I think his biggest problem is that his writing is too sloppy! But for his writing, his teachers and my parents are very helpless. It happened that the beginning of school this year was postponed for a long time, and my parents gave me the important task of correcting my brother's writing problems.

It is said that the new official has three fires. My first act as a new official was to take out the copybook my mother bought me before and practice it for him. At first, he was very willing, but when he heard me say that I would practice five times a day, he quit. In desperation, I had to ask my mother to help me curb my brother. After several wits, his handwriting finally caught my attention. It seems that this first fire is still effective.

Then I started my second fire. My mother asked him to check the homework he finished every day for me. I think it's quite simple. After all, his handwriting has been valid since the first fire. Then I'll explain the wrong questions to him by the way and improve his grades. But the reality is always cruel. I remember once he showed me his Chinese copying homework. I can't help but be surprised, because the homework presented to me can be described as a ghost symbol. Not only that, there are many typos in the ghost symbol that you can't recognize at all. I immediately caught him to correct it, but because of his uncooperative, he corrected it four times before he could barely see it. The following assignments are all like this. This second fire has burned like this, and I'm a little desperate. Alas, I want to give up but have to insist.

The last fire is for family members to go into battle together. I asked my parents for help, and we discussed the ideological education for my brother. After several rounds of bombing, the problem has been improved and finally some effects have been achieved. However, there is one word that my brother has been arguing with us, and that word is few. Writing less seems simple to us, but why does it always seem to be+1? This makes me puzzled. Why is his handwriting so irregular after all this time?

Until now, my brother's writing problem still bothers me and becomes my biggest worry at present.

I don't know if you have any experience as a tutor, if so, please give me a suggestion!

My troubles in the first day 7 My troubles are like flaws in jade; Like dust in your hair; Like a dark cloud covering the sun. ...

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When it comes to worrying, I feel bored and my brain is buzzing. Just like the Monkey King was cursed by the Tang Priest, he could only roll around.

"Look at your math, you like English and Chinese, and you have caused serious partiality." Early in the morning, my "Tang priest" mother has begun to practice her "mantra": "Can't you learn Xu, be conscious!" "I don't think so. Everyone has his own personality. When they are connected, they are personalities. Your personality is split ... ""You argue irrationally ". For such a situation, I dare to be angry and dare not speak! If we continue, I'm afraid we can only eat "shredded bamboo shoots". I had to be silent and listen to her scolding.

My mother is very proud: "today's homework: two papers on mathematical application, high scores in unit 3 and unit 4 and general education." Before I do it, look at the examples … "Look, I'm going to swim in the ocean of problems again. I was dreaming, and suddenly my mother "attacked" again: "If I don't go up and do it, China people will arrange it." I was so scared that I ran to the second floor. After I went up, my mother also came to the second floor. I was in a daze and caught off guard, so she had to do the problem obediently to avoid being recited again.

My mother's "spell" made me miserable. I got 9 1 in the final exam next semester. Five points, two points less than Xu. Not a day goes by when my mother doesn't assign homework. Dear mom, will you stop comparing yourself with your neighbors? It will never be "nine Niu Yi hairs, thousands of miles away". The Tang Priest didn't say a spell, but the Monkey King was still able to go to heaven and enter the earth, with seventy-two changes. Please believe me, I will be excellent! Please give me some space to breathe freely!

From the day I graduated from primary school, there was always an indescribable excitement in my heart, always thinking of one sentence: "I am going to be a junior high school student." With a little excitement and a little anxiety, I finally stepped into the door of junior high school, which means that I have grown up, and it also means that I want to open my ideal door, the door of youth, and travel in the world of flower season.

I have always thought that junior high school life is happy, the door of junior high school is the door of happiness, and the door of youth is the door of openness, but this is not the case. There are many sad hurdles at the entrance of junior high school, and there are countless gloomy clouds at the entrance of youth. When I first went there, I seemed helpless, so I sought the light. And when I think back to my junior high school years, I can't help shouting, "No, I don't want to grow up!" " "But how can it be up to you? Trouble, it's all trouble. What should I do?

The trouble of learning

Every day, teachers will teach new lessons, and it is very important to review what they have learned and preview new knowledge after class. After returning home, my first task is to finish countless homework assigned by my teacher. Work hard, struggle ... In the dead of night, all the lights around are out, but the lights in my room are still on. At this time, my sister, who is in the second grade of primary school, has slept for more than 2 hours. Looking up at the time again, it's already midnight. I think that today's political history teacher will have a new lesson, and I have to preview it quickly. I was relieved and excited: "It's finally finished." My arm was numb for a long time, but I was happy. I made another plan: preview politics first, and then preview history and geography after getting up at 5: 30 tomorrow ... Time passed, and I finally ended my day's study and fell asleep, vaguely. I seem to hear singing in my sleep, and I am in a daze in my dream. I listened carefully. It was an alarm clock. "Alas ... it's time to get up again." I sighed, got dressed and started a new day of study and life.

This is me who doesn't have enough time. I don't know if the old man can slow down. Give me more time to review my lessons. Every time I come home from school, I think, "What should I do? Is there any way for me to study more? I sighed again ... suddenly I heard a sentence: "Time is like water in a sponge. If you are squeezed, you will always be squeezed out. "Oh, I see. I should do this. I believe I can do it. You see, what a nuisance, as long as we solve it with our heart, there is nothing wrong with it.

Developmental pain

Grow up, grow up and mature day by day, and be stricter about what you do. I am a very strict person, but sometimes I will encounter helplessness and embarrassment.

A few days before school started, I was full of confidence. The teacher asked me to check my homework and sign up, but at this moment, I was in trouble: the day after signing up, a parent came to school and scolded me as soon as he entered our classroom, which made me have no time to respond. It turned out that her children didn't finish their homework and I didn't sign up, so she came to me. I finally realized that it was her fault, especially the child's fault, but I couldn't accept it anyway. I kept asking myself: Am I really wrong? At this point, teachers and classmates are comforting, but I still have a lingering fear and can't calm down.

When I got home, my father said, "Son, it's right for you to be in charge, but you ..." After that, my mood was very unstable. Am I really wrong? I don't know how many times I asked myself, and I don't know how many times I cried. I'm really unwilling. It's been so long, but the wound in my heart hasn't healed yet. Do I have to pay for my growth? If so, I'd rather not knock on the door of youth. But it is too late after all, because my "total dream" has added the first shadow to my growth. What should I do? I'm worried.

In this predicament, I walked feebly and reluctantly, and then I thought: How can life be smooth sailing without ups and downs? Without the cross, there would be no crown. How many setbacks have I suffered? Is this my character? No, I will definitely get out of this troubled shadow and return to the confident and sunny me before.

My troubles in the first day of junior high school 9. The sun shines on the earth, and the spring breeze permeates the earth. Even if the sun is shining, there will inevitably be short-lived dark clouds. If you live a colorful life, you will inevitably have troubles.

I am a middle school student, a girl with lively personality, quick speech and good grades. But because of his short stature, he is often said to be much shorter than his classmates in class. People think I am a pupil. On one occasion, however, I was extremely embarrassed.

Remember that time. It was a sunny day. While it was Saturday, I took a bus at the bus stop alone and prepared to borrow books from the library. Who knows that when I got on the bus, the scene in front of me scared me. It turns out that the adults have given up their seats for me, I think. "Don't they give up their seats because they think I'm a pupil because I'm short?" So: I just found a seat and sat down. Finally got off the bus. I strolled to the library and a middle-aged woman went in with me. Walking in, I looked around for the book Childhood. I turn left and right, left and right. Finally: "Heaven rewards diligence." I found it. At that time, my heart was extremely happy. Immediately, the middle-aged lady who just went in with me left before me. At this time, the salesman immediately ran out and shouted as he walked: Aunt, your daughter is still inside. "The man felt puzzled and looked back. Gee, it's really the clerk calling me, and the man has gone back to the library. The salesman said, "Aunt, it's wrong for your daughter to leave without you." Aunt said, "That girl is not my daughter. "At the moment, I think it is my height that makes this joke. So, I stood up and said; " I'm not her daughter. I am a middle school student. This may be because I am short. Finally, make it clear. On the way home, I kept thinking: Why am I so short? Why would someone make such a ridiculous joke because they are short?

Is it a sin to be short?

As the saying goes, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow. We always have all kinds of troubles, such as: poor grades, parents always say; Students always laugh at their shortcomings and give themselves an ugly nickname; Too fat ... my problem is myopia.

Myopia has been with me since my junior high school. From then on, I had an unclear world, so I put on a very troublesome "obstacle"-glasses. Whenever glasses are worn for a long time, I feel that I have changed the world and everything is spinning. I tried to wear glasses more than once, but without glasses, I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly the TV, and more importantly, I can't see clearly the words written by the teacher on the blackboard. As soon as I take off my glasses, my signature image is squinting and frowning at everything. Checking your eyesight is the most terrible thing in the world. Every time I check my eyesight, my mother always keeps nagging: "protect my heart window." Your eyesight has dropped again, because you didn't protect your eyes before. "

When eating, there is always a hot air that blurs my glasses; When it rained, the bean-sized raindrops fell on my cheeks and hit the camera. Suddenly it's like being covered with a layer of white gauze, which is very troublesome. In the sports field, whether you are running, roller skating or doing other sports, you are worried that your glasses will fall off, and you can't see the referee's signal to start without your glasses.

I remember once, on my way home from school, a familiar person across the street waved to me and smiled at me. Because I didn't wear glasses after school and didn't see someone I knew, I walked on my own. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me and said, "The older I get, the less sensible I am. You don't say hello to people you know on the way, and you don't even have basic manners. Don't do this next time. " This is really "dumb people eat coptis, and they can't say anything about it."

Teacher Lu, you know, I have been silently envious of Miao, Qiu, Gu Haitai and Huan Yuwen's eyesight. They can have a clear world without worrying about not being able to read the words on the blackboard and screen clearly. Myopia even made me lose confidence and opportunity. That day, my glasses played hide-and-seek with me, but I couldn't find it. I suspect that I left them at home. At this moment, the bell of Chinese class rang. I was on duty that day and wanted to take my classmates to read poems, but I couldn't read the poems on the blackboard clearly ... When I wanted to read words, I squinted and stretched my neck to see them clearly, so I had to shrink in my seat without raising my hand.