A composition on the topic of troubles

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. There are many things to note when writing an essay. Are you sure you know how to write it? The following are essays on the topic of worries that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Essay on Troubles 1

Growth is like a small boat in my life, sailing on the waves. Sometimes the weather is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves. But my journey of growth has not been smooth sailing, and I have experienced various ups and downs. For me, sweet, sour, spicy and salty, it has a bit of everything.

We are growing up, but growing pains also follow. It leaves people shrouded in melancholy all day long.

Every parent hopes that his son will become a dragon and his daughter will become a phoenix. My parents are no exception. They buy me countless study materials every year, which is a waste of money. The important thing is that I have no time to write.

When I was in elementary school, my parents enrolled me in many cram schools on the grounds that I wanted to get into a good junior high school. I studied hard just to achieve my parents’ goal.

Now, I have finally achieved my parents’ goal. I thought I would no longer have to bury myself in a sea of ??questions all day long. But not arriving first is another unexpected result: "You are only in the top five. You only remember to play all day long. Look at the monitor of your class. He is the first every time. You should also be in the top five. Let's see." I had to study hard in class.

Mom and Dad, have you ever thought about how I feel. Whenever I am doing homework at home on Sundays and looking out the window at my peers of the same age laughing and playing, I can’t help but want to cry. Mom and Dad, you place all your unfinished "college dreams" on me, but you don't know that my dream is not this, but to have freedom.

Please give me some time to put down the burden of study and see the clear sky, flaming clouds and little magpies; let me have the imagination and innocence of childhood; let me listen to music and feel the beauty. ; Let me quietly enjoy the fun of life and feel the touch of the breeze.

Please give me some time, okay? Give me some time and I will grow up.

Our lives are filled with seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun is shining, it is inevitable that there will be brief clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering worries. These troubles come from life, study, and interactions with classmates... However, having troubles is not terrible. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let us clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams. Composition 2 on the topic of troubles

Time flies very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a first-year junior high school student. I no longer celebrate Children's Day because I have crossed the threshold of youth.

We have grown up, and my parents have grown old. I have also learned to understand my parents, but I really can’t stand their endless quarrels.

Sometimes I often think: How wonderful it was when I was a child, but I didn’t understand anything, I could only babbling, and my parents wouldn’t feel heartbroken when they quarreled. Youth, why do you come so quickly, why do you have joys and sorrows in the world, why do you quarrel... Who can answer all these for me.

Mom and Dad, why don’t you consider our feelings? In a politics class, the teacher said: "What kind of family is yours?" At that time, I was about to raise my hand to answer, but suddenly I remembered that my parents had a quarrel today. I slowly lowered the hand I raised, and the only answer was tears and laughter. Sad, I suddenly feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

Mom and Dad, we have grown up. We are no longer the little babies with runny noses. We are now little adults. Can you "bear it for a while, calm down, take a step back, and the sea and sky will be brighter" ?We need a warm and harmonious home, a home that makes people happy.

Every time after school, I don’t want to go home because I’m afraid to hear your quarrels and face your faces complaining about each other. Your quarrels not only hurt you, but also hurt us. .

When you quarrel, we are not helping anyone. After all, you are our parents. You are making things difficult for us. Let me say this sincerely: I hate you so much, I hate you quarreling, I hate you arguing, I hate you not thinking about us. You are not qualified to be parents, and you cannot give us a happy and warm home.

I have quarreled with you and secretly cried so many times, but what about you? We still quarrel. Sometimes I really want to leave you. Only in this way will I have no worries.

After school, I walked alone on the road, and the sad wind of youth blew in my face... Composition 3 on the topic of troubles

"The little boy was carrying his schoolbag. I can’t finish my homework...”

When we grow up, we will have many troubles, and these troubles are all “found” by us in our studies, and they are all things we don’t want to give to our parents. And some troubles mentioned by the teachers at the school. However, as these worries increase, they are ultimately the "eternal sinners" that cause us not to want to go to school.

When I first entered the first grade of junior high school, I had new classmates, new teachers and a new school. It's all so strange. I remember when I was in physical education class, I saw all my classmates having so much fun together. How much I hope to play with them, but I think I am not qualified to play with them. At that time, who could know how lonely I felt in my heart? I felt like a bird that had been longing to fly into the blue sky.

Last Saturday, after I finished my homework, I said to my mother: "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I go out and play for a while and then come back, okay?" My mother said angrily: "No. "You think you can go out to play after finishing your homework. You don't want to read English. You just let your reading machine sleep at home all day long." I quickly explained: "What I mean is." He said that I should go outside to play for a while.

It wouldn’t be too late to read and learn English when I come back.” “No,” my mother said to me sternly. Suddenly, I felt very sad and thought: After entering junior high school, will I not even have time to play for a while?

I still remember that day, I wanted to buy a small handicraft. Scissors, but my mother wouldn’t let me buy them. So, I secretly bought a pair of small scissors, but I didn't know when my mother went to my room and found the small pair of scissors. My mother was very angry and said to me: "Why don't you listen to me?" I wanted to explain to my mother, but my mother didn't listen to my explanation at all. So, that night, I didn't sleep at all.

Now I am much happier. Through these three things, I have concluded a truth: always burying troubles in one's heart will not only affect learning and emotions, but also affect mental and physical health over time. Composition 4 on the topic of troubles

Have you noticed? There are many people around us who wear a pair of clumsy and heavy myopia eyes.

There are many people around my house who always wear a pair of myopia glasses. They always cannot see clearly. The lenses are thick and heavy. Sometimes, if someone is not careful, the lenses will fall off automatically. Even dropped to the ground and smashed. People who love to play pranks will also give these people who wear glasses the nickname "Cobra". These people are really annoying. Wearing glasses is already very annoying, and it is really immoral to give them nicknames.

The times are approaching and science and technology are developing, which has improved our living standards, accelerated the pace of life, and made people's lives more and more comfortable. But the development of science and technology has also brought harm to us. Television and computers have become indispensable leisure and entertainment equipment in our lives. However, if we watch TV or play with computers for a long time, it will cause some harm to our eyesight. Because we, migrant workers, rent housing Our houses are small, and we are too close to the TV when watching TV programs, which causes the eyesight of us children of migrant workers to decline rapidly. Although we also understand that watching more movies is bad for our eyesight, there are few entertainment facilities in the first place. How can we be reluctant to leave a good TV show? Coupled with some incorrect reading and writing postures, our eyesight is getting worse.

For this reason, we must protect our eyesight. We must do the following:

1. When we are watching TV or playing on the computer, we must control the time. The time should not be too long, and the distance between the TV and the computer must be appropriate.

2. When we are reading and doing homework, we should keep our body one punch away from the desk, our eyes one foot away from the book, and our hands one inch away from the tip of the pen.

3. Do eye exercises regularly.

These are good ways to prevent myopia. Everyone should take action and work hard to protect the windows of our souls. Essay on Troubles 5

That morning, I went to collect my homework as usual, but when I got to seat R in the sixth row, he glanced at me coldly and said, "I didn't bring my homework. I'm really sick!" "What, I'm sick?" I grabbed R's precious pencil case angrily and tried to throw it away. He pretended to be surprised and said: "There is a wasp behind you!" I looked back and saw nothing. When he turned around again, he slipped away with the soles of his feet greased.

I immediately ran downstairs to look for him all over the world. Good guy, he is hiding behind the table and laughing. I sneaked around behind him, caught him and asked, "Do you want to hand it over?" He pretended to be calm and said impatiently, "Are you annoyed?" "Then I'll go..." I pointed to the head teacher's hand. office. "So what?" R started to act rogue.

There is no way, class will start soon. I had no choice but to hand over the confiscated notebooks to the class representative. The class representative complained: "Every time I collect homework, I am so slow." Not to mention, the teacher criticized me in class: "You always don't collect all the notebooks in this group." Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, otherwise, when choosing a group leader, I will definitely tell my classmates: Don’t choose me.

Checking homework is even more difficult. Once, the teacher asked the group leaders to check the dictation exercises in class. The students may be trying to save me time, or they may be deliberately making trouble. Everyone rushed towards me as if they had discovered a treasury, and some of them covered my eyes. Some held my hand and made random corrections in the dictation notebook, and some even wrote the word "passed" in the notebook without permission. It really pisses me off! I wanted to find someone to vent to, but they had already disappeared without a trace.

Correcting homework would be even more of a headache. Whenever I see stacks of notebooks, I am so scared that I almost choke. But that is the top priority assigned to me by the teacher, and I am not qualified to change it if others want to! When I think about it this way, I feel a lot more balanced. So, I worked tirelessly to correct it, and I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. That’s so tiring!

There are so many worries about being a team leader! I couldn't finish talking for two days and two nights, but I kept doing it with gusto. Although being a team leader is sometimes very annoying, every time I am elected team leader, my classmates all unanimously want to choose me. Needless to say, I am excited in my heart. I know that is because everyone trusts me! Composition 6 on the topic of worries

In the eyes of many adults, childhood may be carefree, but in my life, there is a worry that bothers me, that is, I always have troubles during weekends. Being mercilessly deprived!

It was a cloudless Sunday, and the sun in the sky was particularly bright. I finished my homework seriously. At this time, I heard the laughter and conversation of the children outside, and I I also want to go out and play. I rushed out of the room and was about to go out. Suddenly, my mother pulled me hard and said sternly: "Didn't you say that you should practice painting on weekends? Why don't you keep your words!" "I'll just play for ten minutes. !” I requested. "No!" Mom said firmly. I had no choice but to hold back my anger and scribbled a picture of a puppy for my mother: "Is it okay now?" "Okay." My mother said with great reluctance. Just as I was about to go out again, a voice came again, "Sister!" "What are you doing?" I asked impatiently. "Didn't you say you wanted to read with me?" "What? You want to read after reading all day?" "Yes, go read with my sister!" Mom heard this and said as if she had found a treasure. I felt as if I had been hit by 5,000 kilograms of steel. I was furious but helplessly followed my cousin to read.

After I finished reading the book, it was already dark, the laughter of my friends gradually disappeared, and all my time to play was wasted. I sat on the sofa feeling very angry, thinking: The day is full of Study, when can I have a weekend of my own? My mother seemed to have figured out what I was thinking, and said sincerely: "Xiao Bei, I am doing this for your own good!" I had no choice but to forgive my mother after thinking about it.

Hey, when will my troubles end! Composition 7 on the topic of troubles

Troubles are like a big maze, trapping me in it and making me unable to find a way out. And this "big maze" that bothers me is that others laugh at me for being fat.

At the beginning of the third grade, we had swimming lessons. I couldn’t say how happy I was. When I put on my swimming suit, took a shower and happily prepared to get into the water, a nightmare began. Chen Yihan ran over first, pointed at me excitedly, and said to everyone: "Please look at Huang Yixuan's plump legs!" Then, everyone's eyes focused on me, making me feel like my body was covered with thorns. "Please look at her plump arms again!" Yang Sisi continued. "Finally, please look at your plump breasts!" Zhou Qi shouted to me, "It's time for you to lose weight!" After saying that, the three of them burst out laughing. Their laughter made other classmates excited, so I got nicknames such as "Meat Bun", "Meat Rolling", "Fat Toot" and so on. It may have been funny to them, but it sounded very harsh to me, and it wasn't until I got into the water that I got rid of the annoying laughter.

Am I really fat? Does it matter whether you are fat or not? I'm troubled. Maybe everyone's growth process is accompanied by many troubles; maybe when I grow up, I will become a beautiful girl. When you look back at that time, how ridiculous these worries now will be!

I believe that I can get out of this "big maze", completely throw away this trouble, and become a confident and happy person.

Teacher’s comment: Your homework fully and appropriately exaggerates the atmosphere of classmates laughing at you for being fat. As for the key part of the exercise, he gave a delicate and vivid portrayal of his uncomfortable feeling when he faced the ridicule of his classmates. It is worthy of being a masterpiece. Composition 8 on the topic of worries

Panqiao, in the activity center of primary and secondary schools.

Hundreds of primary school students, armed with all kinds of spatulas, were making decent stir-fries there. Suddenly, smoke curled up from the activity center and the aroma was fragrant. Every stove is a scenery. The flowers and grass around seemed to be infected by the fragrance, swaying gently there, and the sun was shining happily on us. What a beautiful scene that was.

"I fry, I flip, I fry again, I flip again!"

I am a member of the paper airplane team of Class 5 (12). With the concerted efforts of everyone, With our joint efforts, we finally lit the fire on the stove. The flames jumped happily in the stove, our hearts also jumped, and cheerful laughter swayed from our mouths. The moment the fire was lit, the fried squid with celery fell down. I, a novice chef, picked up the spatula and hit it here and there, causing the fried squid in the pot to become a mess, which was terrible to watch. However, when the squid from the pot was poured out onto the plate, a miracle happened. When the teacher ate it in one bite, it seemed as if it was stuck in his throat, his face turned red, and he was speechless for a long time. We looked at him expectantly, "It's delicious, it's so delicious!" This was the first sentence he said. I thought I would say it tasted too bad!

After a moment, the fragrance of cooking, stir-frying, deep-frying, and boiling wafted everywhere, making people salivate. There were smiling faces of classmates everywhere, and laughter and laughter rippled through the crowd. I followed Teacher Su and "cooked" in the crowd, and all the delicacies from the mountains and seas went into my mouth. This time I had a meal, which opened my eyes. The names of the food were all kinds of weird and made up out of nothing. The dishes live up to their names and are endlessly memorable. Coke and duck tongue are both sweet and salty, potato kiss and beans are spicy and spicy at the same time, and the stupid fish is so vivid that it will make anyone's mouth water when they see it...

When the fragrance gradually dissipated, we reluctantly left the stove and returned to the campus. Some people are smiling, and some people are gray-headed.

Happiness can be burned out, and worries can be eaten in, so happy people will always be invincible. Composition 9 on the topic of worries

Time has gone by forever, and the happiness of the lower grades has disappeared without a trace. Entering fifth grade, the worries of studying are lingering.

As a junior, I study carefree all day long? good! take an exam? Don't be afraid! Is there no time to worry? I can say with certainty: most of the time not! And now? study? exhausted! take an exam? difficulty! Various tasks are like a hungry wolf, mercilessly devouring my time to play.

When I was in the lower grade, every time I went out to school, my mother would always remind me time and time again: "Pay attention to safety on the road, and when crossing the road, 'look first, second, slow, pass third'..." I would be criticized every time. I interrupted with "We're going to be late." And now? The tune has long since changed: "You must listen carefully in class, do you hear me?" I would nag like this every time. I don’t know when, has learning become more important than safety? I'm puzzled.

When I was in the lower grade, every time I came home from school, what awaited me was a caring greeting: "How was school, are you happy?" I happily went up to him and started telling my parents about it. , my parents always listen patiently to my bragging and talking about my worries. And now? Every time I go home, I always ask, "Did you take the test?", "How many points did you get?", "How was your study?" Hey, when will my parents ask me, "Are you happy?" Ah! Does the importance of learning outweigh the importance of my happiness? Right and wrong, no explanation, no words.

As a junior, I could score 95% on the exam without any effort, and get "Excellent +" on my homework easily. And now? No matter how hard I try, I can't surpass her. During the Chinese dictation review, she was absent-minded, but she scored 15 points more than me. In math class, she was absent-minded, but she got 2 points higher than me in the exam. Am I not as smart as her? No! Am I not working as hard as she is? No! So why? I am even more puzzled.

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Trouble, like a shadow, lingers. But I know that troubles are inevitable. When you overcome it, you will have a joy that is hard to buy with anything. Therefore, I decided to face it bravely and work hard every day to break away from the shackles of troubles and realize the joy of life. Composition 10 on the topic of worries

Adults always say: "Children are always carefree." But I don't agree with what the adults say.

Now, I am about to enter middle school, and the school has implemented a burden reduction policy this semester. As for me, not only has my homework not decreased at all, but it has become more and more. The homework is higher than a mountain. I came over, so heavy that I couldn't breathe. Oh my god, is this still a load reduction?

One Friday, Teacher Liu got out of school early, and I returned home early. I thought I could skip doing homework and watch TV for a while. I was thinking beautifully and stepped into the house. However, as soon as I stepped into the house, I heard that stern and cold voice: "Hurry up and do your homework. After you finish your homework, do the "Classic Book for Junior High School"! "Ah! Dad came back early. Hearing that cold voice, I knew that my wishful thinking had failed again. I walked into the room and looked at the "Classic Paper for Junior High School" and couldn't help but sneered a few times: "Huh, it's homework all day long." After two hours of hard work, I finally completed the homework and "The Classic Paper for Junior High School" It's over. At this moment, my father said again: "Go and memorize one hundred and fifty English words." I gasped again, but my father heard me, and his hard palm hit me firmly in the face. This is so commonplace to me that it’s no surprise.

After several hours of hard work, I finally finished memorizing the English words. At this moment, my mother came back. I originally thought that my mother would let me watch TV, but I never expected that my mother took out A pile of homework said to me: "Son, mom brought you some gifts. How do you like it? Are you satisfied?" I sneered and said, "I am very satisfied with this gift." I put a thick gift in the room. A pile of homework fell to the floor.

That night I didn't go to bed until three in the morning, but I couldn't fall asleep lying in bed because I knew that tomorrow would be another day full of homework. Composition 11 on the topic of troubles

On the sky of my memory, there are countless stars shining, each one contains a story, including excitement, excitement, happiness, and troubles... Recently , there is a troublesome thing lingering in my mind.

Before the Cambridge English class last week, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to bring my English textbook. Suddenly, I was like an ant on a hot pot - anxious. You know, my English teacher is very strict. She said that as long as I don’t bring a textbook, I will be punished by copying the text three times. If you let yourself be careless, you will be punished, but it is so shameless to be criticized in front of so many classmates. I have always been a very strong girl, which is really embarrassing! Not willing to give in, I hurriedly emptied my schoolbag, but in the end I couldn't find any trace of the English textbook. Alas, I was going to be out of luck! An annoying thing

"Dingle bell..." The class bell rang, and the English teacher walked into the classroom with a smile. I didn't dare to look her in the eyes, and my mind was filled with 15 buckets of water - I was very nervous. In desperation, I picked up the English homework book "Classroom Treasure", put it on the book cover, and tried to get through... Fortunately, the teacher didn't notice, and I was secretly glad.

In class, the teacher explained the text passionately, but I couldn’t listen to a word. I just kept looking at my watch, looking forward to getting out of class early. What do you mean by “suffering”? Got the lesson! Although I tried my best to pretend as if nothing had happened, I was always active in raising my hands to speak, let alone answering questions enthusiastically. I didn’t even dare to look at the teacher. Maybe my abnormal behavior attracted the teacher's attention. She actually walked towards me while giving a lecture... My heart was so tight that it almost reached my throat, "Don't come here!" Don't come here..." I kept praying in my heart. At this time, my face was burning and my legs were almost shaking.

As the saying goes: "Paper cannot contain fire." The fake textbook was finally exposed. I slowly raised my head and saw the teacher's confused and serious look. You can imagine what happened next...

Well, who can I blame? It’s all the trouble this carelessness has caused me! Essay 12 on the topic of troubles

Every Chinese will "encounter" troubles during the growth of the enterprise, and I am no exception.

That day, it rained heavily and the sky was very dark. After school, I ran home in the rain. When I walked into the house, I took out an application form for the interest class and handed it to my mother, regardless of whether it was raining all over me. Mom, I'm going to take a calligraphy class! "My mother took the application form, looked at it carefully, and said slowly: "It's better to go to the Mathematical Olympiad class! The impact of calligraphy on learning is very small and therefore not reported. When I heard it, I felt like a deflated ball and asked, "Why are you going to Math Olympiad class?" How can calligraphy have so little impact on learning? My mother didn't answer me, put on her apron, hurriedly made dinner, and left me alone in the living room.

Soon, my father came home from get off work. I couldn't wait to run over and handed in the registration form. My father said softly: "Dad, what I want to discuss with you is that I want to sign up for the calligraphy class. If you don't want to report me to the Mathematical Olympiad class..." If not, it's over. Dad seems to be talking to mom. After discussing it, I replied: 'After all, it is reported that after taking the Mathematical Olympiad class, you are now at a high level and your homework has not fallen behind.' There I also heard that my father was so angry that the registration form fell down after he spoke. I fell to the ground, my face suddenly turned red, and I shouted loudly: "Why should I sign up for the Mathematical Olympiad class or have a little freedom?" When I heard my mother who was busy in the kitchen, she hurried out and rushed to us, very nervous, we were worried "Fight". I felt aggrieved, with tears streaming down my face, my face flushed, and my fists clenched, as if I was about to go into battle as a "soldier." Seeing this attitude, my father sternly said, "What is your attitude?" My mother immediately "Lycra" beside me, He said to me softly: But they seemed to hit me angrily "Lion", "We are not like hello", "You always say you are good to me and good to me, but have you ever thought about my feelings?" So, I Rushed into the study.

Outside the window, it was still raining heavily. To describe myself as heavy rain is not an exaggeration. Looking at the non-stop rain, my mood was as heavy as if we had been soaked. I murmured and asked: "When will the rain stop for students? This kind of weather will affect the business when there is no work." Will the weather be fine? "Composition 13 on the topic of troubles

I don’t know how many times I have heard it, and in how many places I have heard that people often compare us, the energetic teenagers, to those who wake up at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. Rising sun. It was a symbol of hope and beauty at that time. But they don’t know, and I don’t know when youth and troubles became twins.

Entering the palace of youth means that troubles will be with you.

Needless to mention the mountains of homework and busy work and rest arrangements; nor the parents’ grades and strict educational requirements. Just by cutting my long hair short, I have endless worries following my head.

When I was a child, before fourth grade to be precise. How innocent and happy I was as a child. Short hair is so simple and elegant. No matter when I meet acquaintances or strangers, they will always praise me: "This little girl's hair is black and straight. If she had long hair, she would be very beautiful." Whenever I hear such praise, my heart is as sweet as drinking honey.

Yes, it was these words of praise that made me start growing my hair long after the fourth grade. Slowly, I discovered that growing long hair was actually a lot of trouble, so during the last summer vacation in elementary school, I went back to the short hair I had as a child.

When I entered junior high school, my troubles disappeared with my long hair, but they still followed me.

Once, during the first period of evening self-study, my friend and I held hands to find someone. Unexpectedly

As we passed by a dark place, a strange male classmate said to us: "I'm not ashamed to hold hands with male classmates." This was the first encounter. Next, I Almost drowned in rumors and slander. Some said I was neither fish nor fowl

; some said I was the most greedy in the class, so greedy that I cut my long hair and sold it for money; some said I could sacrifice my long hair just to be different; and Said... These words were all said by male classmates, and I could ignore them all.

What surprised me even more was that among the female classmates, everyone also made fun of me. My mother has told me many times not to cut my hair, but I just want to cut it, and I can’t let a few rumors defeat me.

When you enter the palace of youth, troubles may accompany you, but it is also because of these troubles that our lives are colorful.