Talk about your heart and write 300 words.

Selected from the heart, 300 words, 6 articles.

With the development of social networks and the update of smart phones, more and more people like to post stories online and share their anecdotes and daily lives. What kind of conversation is special? The following is a 300-word and 6-word composition I compiled, hoping to help everyone.

Talk about what's in your heart 300 words 1 Dad, I want to say to you: Thank you for loving me and our home. You are a good father. You often help me study and play with me. Although sometimes you are strict, I still love you deeply. It's just that you have a bad habit of smoking too much.

Dad, I want to tell you: don't smoke, because there are many toxic substances in the smoke. Smoking is not good for your health, but also harmful to the health of others. My mother and I don't like the smell of cigarettes. Dear dad, you see there are many public places where smoking is forbidden, so smoking is really not a good thing.

Dad, I want to tell you that every time you take us to dinner, your neighbors will smoke in the fog. Dad, when you smoke, do you notice how my mother and I feel? Have you forgotten what I told you: "Smoke is the enemy"?

Dad, I want to say to you: because you smoke, the air at home is not good, mom is angry with you and you are unhappy, and I am not happy if you are uncomfortable! Dad, please give up smoking for the happiness of our family!

Talking from the Heart Composition 300 words 2 Mom, I have a lot to hide in my heart. Today I will tell you with this composition.

Mom, I want to tell you, can you quit this job and find a job that can come back early? Once, on Saturday night, I waited for you in my grandmother's room for one hour, two hours, three hours ..... During this time, my grandmother asked me to go upstairs many times, and I would use many excuses not to go upstairs. /kloc-it's 0/2 o'clock, and you haven't come back yet. I'm worried about you, and I especially want to call you, but I'm afraid you'll say, "What time is it? You are still awake. " 12: 30, you haven't come back yet. I was going upstairs to sleep when you came back. Just after closing the door, you asked me, "Why haven't you slept?" I really want to say to you, "Mom, can you find a job that comes back early?" But I don't have the courage to tell you.

Mom, I know your job is to give me a rich home, but do you know what I really want? I want my parents to come back early, look at me and stay with me, but those are just dreams. Mom, do you know what dreams I have every day? It's our family playing games and eating together. But every time I celebrate my birthday, you are not there. Just give me a toy and I'll hide in the quilt and cry. ......

Mom, I really want you to accompany me.

Talk about what's in your heart. Mom, every time we are together, you always tell me to study hard.

I remember that holiday in the second grade, you insisted on doing three papers, and I said, "No!" " "Just ready to escape. You took the mop, I found a stick, and we waved it "swords and shadows", but my little mouse was not as strong as your cat after all. You took the stick away, and when I saw a fat one beating, I ran away and jumped up and down, and you followed me. I ran for a while, jumped for a while, and made a noise for a while, but I couldn't shake you off. The birds in the tree seem to be watching 3D.

This "war" has been going on for more than half an hour. You are so tired that you are panting, but I still run, jump, play and make noise in the house like a monkey, as if turning the sky upside down.

After a while, we all collapsed on the sofa and had to call a truce.

My mother calmed down and said to me, "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." "Time has caught up, it is gold; If time cannot be grasped, it will become running water. So you should know how to cherish time and study hard. "

I have to study and finish a test paper. I want to exercise, but my mother handed me another book and asked me to continue doing it.

Almost every holiday, my mother makes me spend it like this, reading 20 pages of extracurricular books.

At that time, I could do almost all the extracurricular problems, thanks to my mother's strict requirements. Thank you very, very much every time I think of it: mom!

Talk about your thoughts. The composition of 300 words and 4 words is really tired, really tired! ! This is how I feel now.

From the next semester of the sixth grade, my life has changed from a distant colorful world to, for example, black and white. I feel tired every day now. Every day when I come home from school. Just want to do nothing, just want to do one thing-sleep. But I still have to do my homework, always thinking that I will be fine after finishing my homework. But after finishing my homework, I have to read English books and recite English words, and there are a lot of papers and texts waiting for me to do and recite. Mother said: "As long as I study hard and do my homework from Monday to Saturday, I can rest and relax properly on Sunday, so I look forward to Sunday every time!" " !

Wait, wait, wait, wait, finally wait until Sunday, I thought to myself: finally liberated! But what about the result? My mother hired a tutor to help me with my math on Sunday. Oh, my God! It's really sad ......

Although I feel very tired, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. Because in a few months, I will be promoted to middle school, and I will become a middle school student instead of a primary school student. That's what my mother did last time. In order to get me into a good middle school, my grades will be slightly improved in February. Therefore, during this period, I will work harder, improve my grades in all subjects in the last few months, and make a final effort to get into a good middle school!

Talk about your thoughts. Writing 300 words and 5 words is really tired, really tired! This is how I feel now.

From the next semester of the sixth grade, my life has changed from a colorful world to a black and white thing. I feel tired every day now. Every day after school. Just want to do nothing, just want to do one thing-sleep. But there is no way. I have to do my homework. I always thought that everything would be all right after I finished it. But after finishing my homework, I have to read English books, remember English words, and have many papers and texts to do. Mother said: "As long as I study hard and do my homework from Monday to Saturday, I can have a good rest and relax on Sunday, so I have been looking forward to Sunday!" "

Wait, wait, wait, and finally wait until Sunday, and I thought to myself: I can finally be liberated! But what happened? My mother found me a tutor and helped me with my math on Sunday. Oh, my God! It's terrible.

Although I feel tired, I know my mother is very kind to me. Because in a few months, I will go to middle school and become a high school student, not a primary school student. My mother's cooking made me go to a good school, so the difference only increased in February Lake. So, at this time, I will work harder. In the past few months, all subjects can be improved to make a final effort to enter a good high school!

Talking about the composition from the heart 300 words 6 has started school again, and there is no good life for me who doesn't like learning. Busy with homework every day, I always think I can escape from studying and go out to play, so it is inevitable to skip class again.

After the weekend, it is the beginning of the week. When I wake up and look at the sunshine outside the window, I know it's a fine day today, but that annoying entrance class is going to start again. Freedom, I need freedom, I don't want to be locked in that "murderous" pale classroom. Is this my ending? That series of topics came at me like handfuls of knives, like a rainstorm, leaving me nowhere to hide. At this time, I looked up at the "sky"-the roof, and my heart cried out like Cao Cao, "Somebody help me ..."

After class in the afternoon, the next step is to improve the class. "Flash, flash, flash" Someone told me the general escape signal of the whole class, so we packed our schoolbags at the speed of light. In an instant, we appeared on the bridge outside the school, and then in the blink of an eye, we arrived at the campus of the adjacent university of finance and economics. We saw that there was no tracking behind us, and then we swaggered happily and played. ...

But I didn't know that the teacher had complained until I got home, and the consequences could be imagined.

In short, I felt very excited when I skipped class, and later I regretted it. I will never do such a stupid thing again, because I will "die" miserably!