My teacher {I am in Grade 5} assigned 4 essays. Who can find 4 essays of about 400 words and different types? I will give them extra points.

1. That time, I cried, I cried so sadly, so sad! Maybe it was because I felt guilty, maybe it was because I cried easily, but in the ocean of my memory, it was like a A small white sailboat is drifting in my mind...

I remember that on my eighth birthday, my mother said she would give me a few small goldfish as a birthday gift. Gift, I was dancing with joy. So we came to the flower and bird market, where there are many precious flowers, trees and many rare animals. We wandered east and west, and soon we came to a stall selling goldfish. We saw many little goldfish swimming back and forth in the pond, which was so cute. Some of them are white with black spots, some are covered in red "armor", some are gray and white, and some are wearing black scales, as if they were dyed... Groups of colorful goldfish are constantly swimming The shuttle in the water forms a natural picture. My mother and I selected four lively and cute little goldfish, and also bought a fish tank and a lot of fish food.

Along the way, I carefully held the little goldfish and my mother back like a treasure. My mother kept teaching me how to feed the goldfish well, and especially told me not to feed them too much. I could only feed him 80% of the food, so I agreed perfunctorily. I just wanted to go back and feed the little goldfish quickly. As soon as I got home, I cleaned the fish tank, filled it with clean water, and then put four little goldfish into the fish tank. The little goldfish immediately started swimming happily. I also gave them names: "Bai Xue'er", "Madam", "Black Whirlwind", and "Red Pearl". Watching them keep blowing bubbles and chasing and playing in the fish tank makes me feel so happy.

It was time to eat. Before I had time to eat, I hurriedly ran to feed the goldfish. I grabbed a lot of fish food and threw it into the fish tank. As soon as the four little goldfish saw something to eat, they hurried over to grab it. After a while, all the fish food was robbed. All four goldfish came out of the water and looked at me as if they were saying: "Little master, some more, some more." Looking at their slanderous expressions, I said to me what my mother said to me: "Goldfish don't know how to be hungry and full, so they can't eat too much." I completely forgot about "eating", so I caught a lot of fish food and threw it in. The little goldfish all rushed over to grab the food and ate it with relish.

Early the next morning, I ran to see my little goldfish as soon as I got up. As soon as I walked to the goldfish tank, I saw the goldfish floating motionless on the water, and their bellies were bulging. Come here, there is still some fish food in the fish tank that has not been eaten by the goldfish. I yelled: "Mom, come and see what happened to my goldfish?" My mother ran over and saw the remaining fish food in the fish tank. She immediately understood what was going on and said to me: "How many fish did you feed yesterday?" Didn't I tell you not to feed me too much? Look, the little goldfish is choked to death by you!" After hearing what my mother said, I cried, and tears of self-blame flowed down my face. I regret that I should not have forgotten my mother's instructions yesterday and should not have fed the little goldfish so much food, causing them to bloat to death. At this time, it was dark and dark, the birds outside the window were particularly quiet, and the flowers and grass on the balcony also lowered their heads, as if they were also mourning these four little lives...

Over the past few years , I have never raised goldfish again. Every time I see them, I feel a strong sense of guilt in my heart!

2

Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea. The impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The slight sweetness in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.

A lot of homework makes it difficult to play, the teacher’s seriousness suppresses laughter, and the pressure is heavy, which creates us in a dream - growing pains. Opening the thick book of memories, the little thoughts may be some past events that I tirelessly look back on.

When I first arrived, I was a fragile person, and the "enemy" aimed at my "weakness" and fired a shot. The vulnerable me was sacrificed on the "bloody" field. But I stood up again as a person who "sleeps with the light on and reads books, and dreams when the bell rings and memorizes poems."

During those years, I was confused in the dark. When I was studying, I would sometimes find a piece of grass that had not yet withered. Sometimes I would be in front of my desk or by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance fighting for their lives. It can only give out the last trace of bright green. What kind of trees are those? I have no way of knowing, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. When my eyes return to the trees, my mood suddenly becomes brighter, the pressure disappears, and I turn to the busy study.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling.

My hard work has defeated worries and everything, making what seems to be the last trace of bright green also emit the same brilliance as midsummer. "Young people don't know the feeling of being annoyed", but if anyone can relax at this turning point of "mountains and mountains and rivers", what is waiting for you is "thousands of miles of swamps and thousands of thorns". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "green mountains and clear waters". Do you really want your worries to turn into a wisp of smoke, entangle your soul, make you bored and distressed?

If growth is a piece of writing, then trouble is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; if growth is a blank piece of paper, then trouble is a flaw on the back. These tiny things seem to be familiar and seem to have been disturbing us. In the nature of growth, the learning that used to be like a breeze caressing the face has been blown away in the depths of memory by the attack of stormy learning and pressure. .

My hands could no longer feel the temperature of the tea, and the mist that filled the room quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "suffering with joy" more carefully, taste the pain of growing up, "worry and worry", time also "goes on", and the experience is "more and more", taste the pain again Tea, the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the heart...

Sometimes, maybe when there is less homework, I feel that learning is more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can’t even breathe. Learning is necessary, otherwise our country’s five thousand years of cultural history will be ruined in our hands. However, we cannot accept knowledge every day. This is a kind of abuse, little one. A young boy with few worries, carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third grade children singing this song, I always feel sour in my heart...

I really don’t want to grow up, How wonderful it is to be a child, so carefree!

3. Growing Pains

A young boy with few worries, carefree and happy..." Whenever I always feel sour when I hear third-grade children singing this song...

When I was a child, I wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do all the things I want to do. You don’t have to carry your mother’s nagging or father’s scolding behind your back.

But when I really grew up, I had many troubles. When I grew up, I came home every day and was confused by a lot of homework. I tried hard to write and write, but I finished the homework today and there will be more tomorrow. It seems that I will never finish it. I studied hard all day long at school, and the teacher was urging me. Although I took my studies very seriously, I actually hated studying. Learning was boring, boring, and miserable.

I try to be a good child, but my parents say that when I grow up, they also ask me to do the same with many requirements. I am troubled because I was born in a sea of ??suffering. Today I am in my third year of junior high school. I am facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is so fierce. What should I do if I don’t do well? I worry every day, forcing me to do more AB papers and tutorial books. Hey, it’s so boring, I have no fun at all! . After school, I didn't dare to play or read my favorite books. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to finish my homework. I could only try my best to keep my pen squirming on the notebook. When the lights came on, I rode my bicycle and rushed home again. road. The courses also gradually became more arduous. Whenever I go home to review at night, I look at a lot of books and really don’t know which subject I should review. Is it Chinese? Or mathematics? Or English? Or...

How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while are probably my greatest enjoyments. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to mingle with them! But while I was playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and ended up not being in the mood to play again.

How I want to go back to my childhood, throw away the endless worries, and be a carefree child again

I want to make a wish

When I finish blowing out the birthday candles, I wanted to make a wish, but I had already blown out the candles, and it was like a shooting star flashing past my eyes, leaving only regret.

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I want to make a wish that I can always remember my friend. Because when I make new friends, when my memory is occupied by writing something, I may forget my friends. Maybe one day we will meet, but we will just pass each other, as if we have never met before, even if it is just A smile can be regarded as something I once had. When I am alone and lonely, memories can bring me great happiness.

I want to make a wish, that my parents will always be young and beautiful. Because they will get older as they grow older, and I will gradually become more independent as I grow older, and eventually leave them to create a world of mine, but I don’t want them to be lonely, I just hope that they can stay young forever. .

I would like to make a wish that all teachers can get rid of their occupational diseases. Because teachers train us to be the pillars of the motherland and contribute our own strength to our motherland, but the teachers’ occupational diseases will have some impact. The teachers’ hoarse voices and curved backs also hold the hearts of the students. , I hope the teachers will always be healthy.

I want to make a wish, wishing that I could become a writer. Because I have been passionate about writing since I was a child. From the first time I came into contact with it, I was deeply attracted by it and continue to love it as always. Winning the award for my essay also gave me great confidence and gave me the motivation to move in this direction. Work hard and fight!

I want to make a wish, that everyone’s wish can come true, that everyone can have their own beautiful memories, and that their souls can be comforted.

Although I have finished blowing out the candles, I have made a wish in my heart. I want to make a wish, and may all my wishes come true!