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I hate my composition.

No matter in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). How to write a good composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition. I am sick. Welcome to share.

I'm sick. On Tuesday, I finished my dinner and did my homework in my room.

I was writing when I suddenly felt my heart pounding, so I immediately went to the study and said to my mother who was reading a book, "Mom, please take my pulse." I think my heart is beating fast. " When the mother heard this, she put down her book and said anxiously, "What's the matter, son?" I said, "when I was writing my homework, I felt my heart beating suddenly." As soon as my mother heard this, she immediately opened the stopwatch and took my pulse. A minute passed, and my mother said anxiously, "Oh, my God! Jumped 130 times a minute. " After that, I immediately took my hand out of the study and said to my father who was sitting on the sofa watching his mobile phone, "Just now, my father and son's heartbeat exceeded 130 beats/minute. Let's hurry to send him to the hospital! " Hearing this, my father asked anxiously, "What's the matter?" Mom said, "I don't know. He came to me and told me that he was flustered when he was writing his homework. " Dad listened and said, "Then let's take him to the hospital quickly!" " "After that, my father took me out and carried me into the car. My mother closed the door and hurried into the car. Then the car quickly ran to Dongda Hospital. When I arrived at Dongda Hospital, my father carefully pulled me to the pediatrics department and said to the doctor, "Doctor, my son felt his heart beating fast when he was writing his homework. Please check it for him! " The doctor said, "Then do an electrocardiogram quickly! "Dad listened and pulled me to the place where I did the electrocardiogram. After a while, the result came out. When my parents saw it, they were shocked and jumped 130 times a minute. Mom and dad anxiously gave the results to the doctor. The doctor looked at it and said, "See if your son has a fever? "Sometimes, with every degree of fever, the heart beats twenty or thirty times faster." Mother asked the doctor anxiously, "Doctor, do you have a thermometer here?" The doctor said, "Yes." Then I gave the thermometer to my mother, and then my mother put it under my arm. Five minutes later, at first glance, my temperature was normal. The doctor thought for a moment and said, "Could your son have a blood infection?" When my mother heard this, her face turned white and she said nervously, "Where can I check my blood?" The doctor said, "it's downstairs, but now the doctor who checked the blood is off duty." Come back tomorrow morning! " "Mom and dad listened, but nodded. Early the next morning, my parents took me to the hospital to draw blood early. When the doctor was about to draw blood, my mother knew that I was dizzy and covered my eyes with a mask. Soon, the blood was exhausted. The doctor who drew blood put the blood on the scanning table and said to his parents, "I didn't come out until 11 noon to check the results." Don't worry, come and get your grades then. "At noon, my mother came to the hospital early and looked at the results. It turned out to be a common symptom of children-tachycardia. Both parents breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although it was a false alarm, my parents were so concerned about me. From this incident, I know that the love of parents is really great and selfless!

I'm sick. One day in the summer vacation, I just woke up at home and felt hot all over. I want to get up and look for my mother, but I feel so heavy that I didn't use my last strength to get up.

It was already eight o'clock when my mother got up. She came to my house and was surprised to find that I hadn't got up yet. She asked me, "Son, why don't you get up?" I said, "Mom, I feel hot and weak." Mother quickly put her eyelids on my forehead. My head is so hot that it seems to be on fire. My mother immediately found a warm towel and put it on my head, but I still felt very hot. My mother helped me up and took me to the hospital. I watched the drip on my head in the hospital bed and fell asleep slowly. After waking up, I have returned home, and my mother has been sitting beside me ... under the careful care of my mother, my illness has finally recovered.

I will never get sick again. If I get sick, I will go to the hospital for an injection again, and I will work hard for my mother to take care of me.

I'm sick. This morning, I was lying in bed in great pain, and my head was dizzy. At that time, I realized that I had a bad cold.

My eyebrows have turned into an inverted "eight", my eyes are scattered, and it seems that I will close them soon. Some wrinkles on my nose are also very obvious. My mouth cracked as if I had eaten something strange. It was stormy outside, and lightning struck at once with lightning speed. The weather seems to follow my mood, sometimes good or bad. Mother said aside, "Son, it's time to take medicine." I slowly picked up the pills and put them in my mouth. My mother gave me another sip of water, which made me feel much more comfortable. This water seems to be beneficial together. I don't want to spit it out or swallow it. At this point, my mood is more complicated. I think: if I don't go out to play as my mother told me, I won't catch a cold, and my mother won't deduct my salary for asking for leave. Thought of here, two lines of tears could not help but flow down. ...

Aunt nurse came, and she gave me an intravenous drip. My mother smiled and said to me, "Get well soon, son, so my mother can go to work!" " "I know this is not the truest thing in my mother's heart, but I will get better soon. Mother touched my forehead and said, "Stop crying and go to sleep!" " "At this time, it's getting dark.

A few days later, I got well, but I can't forget the disease. I think, if it weren't for my mother's careful care, I'm afraid I'll never get well.

I was sick that morning, and my mother said she would take me to my aunt's house to play. When I arrived at my aunt's house, my little sister and I played many games. Because menstruation's house was too hot, I took off my clothes, wearing only a small vest and a small pajamas. Ah! How cool! After a while, it was still hot, so I quietly opened the window. Although my mother said that I wouldn't wear so little, opening the window really burned me to death.

An hour passed, and I felt chilly, so I closed the window, but it was still cold, coughing, sneezing, dizziness and a little pain in my stomach. It's too cold! I'm shivering with cold. I'll cover the quilt at once. Ah! Much better. The little sister said, "Sister, are you all right?" I said, "Nothing." Slowly, my face turned red, and my little sister went to call her mother. At this time, my mother was sleeping, and my sister called out to my mother. My mother was awakened and said angrily, "What are you yelling about?" Little sister cried and said to her mother, "Aunt, my sister is ill." My mother ran to my room without saying anything, pushed open the door and saw me lying in bed. My mother took out a pack of cold medicine from the cupboard, then went to get a towel and a basin of warm water, warmed the towel and put it on my forehead, and washed the medicinal hot water for me to eat. After a while, my fever got worse. So my mother took me to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an injection first, then gave me some medicine and several bottles of medicine to take home. After my mother took me home, I began to sleep. I was much better the next morning.

The cold is too uncomfortable. Don't catch a cold next time Take good care of yourself and keep warm.

I'm sick. I remember when I first started school, I got scarlet fever. When my mother took me to the hospital to register, I leaned against my mother limply and felt very uncomfortable.

On the afternoon of the first day of school, I felt something was wrong. My hands are cold and my nose is full of hot air. I touched my neck, it was boiling hot, my lips were extremely dry and dizzy. It didn't take long for me to start shaking, I couldn't hold my pen, and then I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was already sitting in an armchair in the hospital like a ball of ice cream. I saw my mother coming over with the bill in a hurry and said, "Go home for an injection!" " "I lowered my eyelids and nodded feebly, holding my mother's hand and stumbling out of the door. When I got home, the doctor gave me a sensitivity test. I had to lie still in bed, staring at the clock and listening to the ticking sound. I felt bored and really wanted to go back to class at once.

Mother's anxious footsteps came from outside. The door opened and she came in with a pot of hot water. Put a hot towel on my forehead, it will be wrapped more tightly. I looked at my mother and found that she looked haggard. My headache is getting worse. My mother kissed me on the cheek and said, "honey, go to sleep." Sweating, the fever will go down. " "Mom, I'm much better. You don't have to worry about me. " "Mom is fine, mom is fine!" After that, my mother changed me another towel. After a while, I fell asleep. In a daze, I found that my mother had been touching me. In the evening, my fever finally went down.

My mother always takes good care of me when I am ill. I realized the discomfort of being sick and the deep love of my mother!

I'm sick. It's Saturday afternoon. I was lying in bed, coughing all over. Why? this is because ...

At that time, I was lying in bed, but my nose was pouring out like a spring. I kept wiping my nose with paper. My nose was red and my mouth kept coughing. My mother heard the news, saw my face flushed, and then took my temperature and said that I had a high fever. My mother gave me some medicine to treat my high fever. I lay quietly in bed and soon fell asleep. After a long time, the condition has not improved, but has become more serious. I feel like a cake lying in the stove. I am extremely hot, sweating and dizzy, as if there were some birds hovering overhead. At this time, my whole person has a feeling of drifting. It's like you can't open your eyelids. As long as it is opened, it will reunite with the lower eyelid. At this time, my cough is getting worse and worse. Mother heard the sound and called a quiet aunt. My mother also made me an ice compress. I struggled to open my eyes and saw my mother's anxious expression flash across her face. I was very anxious. Finally, my quiet aunt came. She gave me an injection. My mother has been sitting beside my bed, helping me to tidy my pillow and fold the quilt. My mother's forehead is covered with sweat. I looked at my mother quietly and looked at her anxious expression, as if it was not me but her who was sick.

When I was sick, my mother stayed with me all the time, which made me very moved! I hope I won't get sick again, and don't let my mother worry about me again!

I'm sick. I was sick, hospitalized, infused, atomized, and treated with laser. This was repeated for a whole week.

I am very fragile. I am too weak in front of life. I'm just a buffoon in front of it. Everything I did was just to keep it.

But gradually I can't find it. Only when my heart is beating can I prove that I am still alive.

Looking at the drip, I entered the body bit by bit and became numb. Go to sleep, isn't it pleasant to kill time like this? However, I don't know why I am always in a daze and can't sleep. Maybe I'm just afraid of waking up after I fall asleep?

Cough around me, groan because of pain, and the' complaints' of my family are endless.

The drug enters the body, is it a sedative drug? I'm starting to think.

Did you dream? It's dark around. Breathing is so heavy that it seems that every breath will exhaust all your strength and stop the next second. Somebody wake me up. It's dark here. There's nothing. It's terribly quiet. It's just me here.

The light from the energy-saving lamp in the aisle projected into my eyes, which made me dizzy. I woke up from a dream. My face is wet with tears, which is ridiculous. I actually cried, because there was nothing in the dream, no evil devil, no feeling of rolling in the deep, and nothing. I cried. Maybe sometimes there is nothing, and that kind of fear is more terrible than concrete things!

Ah, the endless imagination of human beings can transform everything in the world.

The hospital smells of disinfectant, which is recognized by everyone! But now I can't smell it, but there is a sweet taste in my mouth. No matter how much saliva I swallow, it still exists.

I am sick, both physically and mentally.

If my body could be more miserable, I wouldn't be so miserable. It better be painful. I can't think. I'm not tired.

I spend too much time in bed, I want to think, I want to start facing the present life, I want to break my fantasy.

I have been instilling in myself that there is nothing I can't do, just don't do it. Do your best and don't leave trouble for others. I know this is called strength, and the framework I built for myself is too big. I fantasize that I am a strong man, but the reality reminds me again and again that I am weak.

For now, this disease is enough to make all my previous efforts go to waste. I am on the same starting line with everyone again. I can't surpass others, or even compare with ordinary people.

It's no use, just label me. The world, collapse.

I was born to be useful. What's my use? Making carbon dioxide, hehe, it's ridiculous to think of it. I can't do anything.

I'm sick. I may be dead. I am in the bone marrow.

I always thought I was good at it. I can do everything well, as long as I have ambition. However, if I have the heart, can I speed up my recovery? I don't care how much I have done, only fate says stop. I, uh, stopped when it was over. It was over.

Why don't I know my death date? I know, will I cherish it more?

I also want to say that in the future, I will come. However, I really don't have the confidence to talk about this anymore. I can't grasp the future, nor can I myself.

I was sick, and the virus flooded into the bone marrow. I won't get well without fresh blood. Keep reading, I can't satisfy my desire, I can't help it, I want to learn, I want to advance, I want to break through, I think, I really want to.

I'm sick. Are you okay?

Chen Yongli, a senior two student in Sichuan Pixian No.1 Middle School.

I'm sick. The white clouds outside the window are still floating, the wind is still blowing and the music is still ringing.

I lay in bed, letting the sun shine on me, and I couldn't resist. I'm sick.

Struggling to open my eyes, I vaguely saw my parents' faces, which were full of anxiety and worry. I saw their lips moving, but my ears were full of growls, and I couldn't hear them at all. My brain is blank. My eyes seem tired, too. I can't support them anymore. In this way, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, only my mother was still with me. I tried to open my eyes so that I could see my mother's face clearly. I looked into my mother's eyes, and I could feel it. It is full of expectations. She lifted me up with her hands, wiped my face with a hot towel, lifted a bowl of things, scooped up a spoonful, and sent it to my mouth, waiting for me to drink. I have no normal thinking ability at the moment, so I listened to my mother and drank. Suddenly I felt the hottest, and I was in a frenzy. My mother still feeds me like this. Her movements are repeating, but my memory is not.

Mother told me to lie down, and then she walked out of the room. My sleepiness also deepened with her fading footsteps.

There are still white clouds floating outside the window, the wind is still blowing and the music is still ringing.

I'm sick. Composition 9 "Ah, it hurts!" I screamed loudly.

At this time, I was sitting in the school cafeteria, ready to have breakfast. But as soon as I opened my mouth, the ulcer became "furious" again, making me hot all over, frowning and screaming. I covered my mouth with one hand and held chopsticks in the other, but I didn't dare to eat chopsticks-sweet sugar-fried steamed bread, delicious corn and steaming black rice porridge. The delicious food in front of me suddenly turned sour, and the severe pain made me lose my appetite-this damn ulcer!

Speaking of ulcers, this "uninvited guest" often patronizes my mouth. It will always inadvertently find a "resting place" in my mouth. Sometimes I live in the upper lip, sometimes I live in the lower lip, sometimes I hide in the root of my tongue, and sometimes I run to the tip of my tongue. This time, it entered the inner side of my upper lip, near the front teeth. These days, I have suffered a lot for this.

"Ding Lingling!" In Chinese class, students open their books and read the text aloud. The sound of this book travels far and wide. I, on the other hand, read the text gently and slowly, because I know that as long as I read it loudly, my ulcer will "laugh wildly" and make me feel pain. It feels like a sudden stab, a terrible pain.

After class, the students told jokes to each other, and I couldn't help laughing. This is terrible. The mouth is big, the teeth are rubbing, and the ulcer is starting to make trouble again. It hurts so much that I almost cry.

After lunch, as soon as I saw my favorite dish-braised pork chop, I couldn't wait to gobble it up. However, my ulcer broke out again-I seemed to feel it protesting, poking me in the mouth with something sharp and making me fidgety. At that time, I seemed to be a frightened hedgehog, huddled in pain. Ulcer, ulcer, you still don't leave me alone! I had to bite the meat on the small row carefully. To make matters worse, I can't even eat oranges and fruit after dinner. Who told me I had an ulcer?

On the way back to the classroom, I felt my lips were very dry, so I licked them with my tongue. But my tongue just crossed my lips, and a sharp pain spread all over my body, which made me shudder.

After returning to the classroom, I chatted with my classmates. After only one sentence, I quickly closed my mouth, because my ulcer was making trouble in my mouth again.

In music class, I sat in the classroom without saying a word, even afraid to sing. Because I know that if I move my mouth, my ulcer will be a mess. I want to watch others sing, and I feel very uncomfortable.

Alas, the ulcer is really a naughty little monster, which brings me so much trouble! In order to let it leave me early, my mother will paint watermelon frost on my "ulcer residence" before going to bed these days. She always told me to eat less food, eat more fruits and vegetables, go to bed early and get up early, get enough sleep, keep doing physical exercise, and get rid of the ulcers in my mouth.

I'm sick. One morning, I was having a Chinese class. Suddenly, a student raised his hand and said, "Teacher, Kobayashi vomited ..." I immediately went forward and saw Kobayashi lying on the desk with a small pool of vomit on the ground. Kobayashi said to me with tears: "Teacher, I am sick, I want to go home." I quickly arranged for my classmates to clean up, and then. Xiaolin's mother's unit is not far from school. She hurried to take Xiao Lin home.

Unexpectedly, the next morning, Kobayashi's mother took him to me, and Kobayashi stammered about his "illness" yesterday. The thing turned out to be this: during this time, we were preparing for the mid-term exam and we were very nervous about our studies. Kobayashi's uncle has just returned from South Korea and brought Kobayashi a set of the latest Korean original cartoon "Soldiers in the Clear Sky". Xiao Lin hasn't had time to look at it, so in order to go back as soon as possible, he designed it. Crush the rice left at noon and put it in a bottle, then pour the yogurt. When the teacher was not paying attention in class, he fell to the ground (a little afraid of being found), and the previous scene happened.

Looking at this clever and somewhat naughty and frank child, I have a strong sense of self-blame. At this time, I remembered makarenko's words, "Teachers should not know students in the process of studying them indifferently, but should know students in the process of working with students and actively helping them." What about me? In order to prepare for the mid-term exam, some normal activities of students have been reduced, so it is no wonder that students "think of ideas" and "find tricks" for entertainment. Guilt, shame and remorse are intertwined. I made a self-criticism on this matter, and Xiao Lin was very moved. He said, "Teacher, it's wrong for me to pretend to be sick in order to watch cartoons ..." I took advantage of the situation and praised Kobayashi's spirit of correcting mistakes. At the same time, I feel that the main responsibility for this matter is still on myself. Only pay attention to exam review, ignoring students' needs for rest and entertainment, which makes study life boring and affects normal after-school life. So since then, on the one hand, I have improved teaching methods, arranged students' study life reasonably, and also carried out colorful extracurricular activities. I asked Kobayashi to take his cartoons to the class at noon to show them to the students. After class, I danced rubber bands and skipping rope with them, and the students learned very lively. Kobayashi also felt the teacher's warm care and understanding, and felt the fun of learning. She has made rapid progress in all aspects, and her performance and study are very good.

Through this little thing, it seems that I am closer to my child's heart.

Self-analysis:

This incident has taught me a lot. Because students' ideological and psychological counseling is not yet mature, they often do things that teachers don't expect. Teachers should learn to treat these outrageous behaviors of students with tolerance and understanding, and learn to think and treat them from the perspective of students. If I can't calm my emotions, understand the students with my heart, and criticize the students in a simple and rude way when dealing with the above incidents, I will definitely not achieve that kind of harmonious effect. At the same time, it may also leave a shadow in students' minds, thus making them afraid to approach the teacher. I am glad that I was soberly aware of the shortcomings of my educational methods at that time, but it is precisely because I played games and watched cartoons with my children that I narrowed the distance between me and my students and made them realize the tolerance of teachers and their understanding. What an unexpected harvest! I feel the joy of students and the joy of harvest.

From the above examples, I deeply realize that only by understanding students, thinking what students think and enjoying what students enjoy can we truly realize the emotional harmony between teachers and students and achieve good educational results.

Case study:

Our teachers in the front line of teaching have a deep understanding, and every student is eager to get the understanding and respect of others, especially teachers. If Mr. Zhang only severely criticizes Xiao Tong rather than patiently persuades him when dealing with the above matters, it is likely to create a gap between teachers and students and never achieve good educational results. As the saying goes, "people are afraid of respect, and ghosts are afraid of sending." Therefore, we believe that teachers should not reprimand students, should not be condescending, but should be a kind person, a rigorous person, a respectable person and a person worthy of being a teacher. The art of education lies in inspiring, awakening and encouraging. And all this is based on teachers' understanding and love for students.

To educate students well, we must first correct our educational thoughts and understand and be considerate of them, which is the basis and starting point of educating students. Judging from the above-mentioned teacher Zhang's educational methods, she just adapts to the students' personality characteristics and internal needs, and arranges students' study and entertainment time reasonably, so that students can learn easily and play quickly. This will get twice the result with half the effort.