My parents always laugh at me, always speak ill of me and want to know what I am doing and where I am going! Always looking at my privacy!

Exercise: When you were growing up, did you have a lot to say, but you didn't have a chance to say it? This time, let's get it off our chest in our own practice! For example, tell the teacher that you broke your heart for our growth; Tell mom that I have grown up and don't treat me like a child anymore; Thank you for your sincere help to our family over the years. Tell your friends that we should not go out together again, which is uncivilized ... In short, open your heart and tell them what you want to say most in your homework. To speak your mind, you must be true and speak your mind. After writing, you can read it to the other party and modify it according to other people's opinions. Fan Wen: In my heart, I used to be an ignorant child, but until now I feel that I have learned a lot and accumulated a lot of life experience, so I want to say to those who say I am a child here; I'm not young anymore. I am a big boy. Tell me about my troubles. I don't want anyone to disturb me when I am absorbed in my work. Then I will be very angry (do the students have this trip? )2。 I don't want someone to make me do that when I just get up from sleep, which is annoying (although this habit is bad, it is unbearable). I don't want anyone to speak ill of me behind my back, and of course I hate being spoken ill of in front of me. That's all bad things. So, if you want to be my friend, don't go against these points. Now, I have a few things to think about. Once, I overheard a bad word about me in my friend's ear and asked him what was going on. I was very angry before he told me the whole story. Don't you know that I hate such people the most? I'm telling you, we're not friends anymore He was very sad, but I didn't care until one day I saw a note on the table that said you misunderstood. Actually, it wasn't you that day. I didn't know I had really wronged him until I read the letter. Just after reading the letter, I hurried to apologize to him. He said it doesn't matter, but an impatient temper can be changed. I said, yes, but that friend, you know? Although you are not talking about me, I don't want you to talk about others. Everyone has his own strengths. You really shouldn't. I hope you can reflect on yourself after seeing it. From the bottom of my heart today, I came to the Golden Pen Composition School with great interest. In class, the teacher praised the student whose composition had made great progress. His name is Liang Bangsong. His composition is rich in words, concrete and vivid. Students who write well can get a fruit. Liang Bangsong is the first student to get fruit. I said excitedly in my heart, "I must be next!" " "The teacher read Liu Yiman's composition again. Liu Yiman whispered happily to me," There are still many fruits … "Then the teacher praised one classmate after another, but none of them was me. I thought to myself: Why not me? I should write the best composition! I am sad. Students who write well can get the fruit, but I get nothing. I will work harder, which is my first thought. When I finished my first composition, the teacher came in from the outside like a clown. I was surprised and said to myself, "What's wrong with the teacher? "I have lipstick all over my face and a little red dot on my forehead, just like Nezha." The students all laughed, and I laughed my head off. When the teacher saw her classmates laughing at her, she quickly got angry and sat there pouting without saying a word. The classroom was quiet at once, and we all felt very scared. I thought to myself: don't come to me, monster. Later, I learned that one of the teachers' teaching methods wanted us to experience different psychological feelings. The teacher didn't get angry before class. We are happy and not nervous anymore. The teacher gave prizes to all the children in the class and praised me. I'm so happy. Great! I like to write with a golden pen. In this way, we had a happy lesson. This is my second heart. Dad, I want to tell your dad that I have a lot to say to you. But every time I see your serious face, I squeeze it into my mouth and swallow it back. Dad, I want to say to you, "Drink less." I remember once, you were about to have dinner with your family. Suddenly, an old classmate who called to say that you were going to have a party came back. Without saying anything, you quickly put down your chopsticks, walked out the door and drove away. I noticed my mother's expression at that time. From her expression, I can see that my mother is sad and angry. At night, you came back drunk. As soon as you got home, you threw up all over the floor. That pile of debris is smelly and dirty, but mom patiently cleans up the debris you spit on the ground bit by bit. You can't even tell east, west, north and south. Mom quickly helped you to bed and cleaned up your vomit. Dad, I also want to say to you: "quit smoking!" " "People say that smoking is a chronic suicide, because long-term smoking will lead to lung necrosis, so we have to wait until death. Smoking is the first thing when you get up every morning, and smoking is the first thing after dinner. Smoking not only hurts yourself, but also hurts people around you. You are so hard, don't want to enjoy your old age in the future, and let my brother and I honor you? Dad, for the happiness of your family and your bright future. Please quit smoking and drinking! Teacher, I want to tell you that time flies and flowers bloom and fall. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life is about to draw a perfect full stop. At this time, in the face of classmates who get along with each other day and night, in the face of amiable teachers, a feeling of nostalgia can not help but come to mind. There are thousands of words to say and endless love to express. For six years, we have been inseparable from the teacher's sight in our alma mater. There are countless students who are "teachers for a day and fathers for life", but the teacher's love for me is unique. It has both mother's tenderness and father's sternness. In these six years, the teacher dedicated himself to us in obscurity and worked tirelessly to correct our homework. When we encounter difficulties in our study, she becomes a person who gives us immediate answers. She makes extraordinary contributions to ordinary teaching posts every day, selflessly imparting her wisdom to us bit by bit, teaching us the truth of being a man, abiding by rules and strictly abiding by the law. People say that parents are our first teachers, so teachers are our second parents. We learn knowledge from her arms every day, correct bad habits under her criticism, and live a brilliant life under her guidance. There are too many people and things worth remembering in my alma mater. I just want to say to you (teacher) here, "You will always live in my heart, and I will always love you. "Mom, I want to say to you, dear mom, I can't describe your love for me in words for decades. You are like a big tree, I am a small sapling under the big tree, and you shelter me from the wind and rain; You are like the sun, giving me sunshine and hope; You are like an industrious gardener, sowing heavy seeds and expecting me to grow up quickly. Once, I failed in the exam. I was ashamed when I received it. If I wasn't careful, I wouldn't make mistakes on those problems. I took it and walked home with heavy steps. When I saw you smiling and asking me about my grades, I couldn't control my tears any more. Tears like soybeans fell from my eyes. When you see me like this, you will know that I failed in the exam, but instead of being angry, you came over and hugged me, patted me on the back and comforted me by saying, "It doesn't matter if I failed in the exam." We will work harder next time. I believe my baby is always the best. " I listened and smiled stupidly. And secretly swear in my heart: I will study hard and repay you with my grades. Mom, I have a lot to say to you. A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "mom, you have worked hard, mom, I love you." "