Write an essay to express my inner thoughts

1. Tell me what’s on my mind, a 400-word essay

Tell the teacher what’s on your mind

Teacher, you are so amiable, you are like a garden A hardworking gardener here, we are the little flowers in the garden. After your careful cultivation, we have gradually grown up. How much effort you have spent on us in the past three years!

Every time you help us revise our compositions, you are so careful and print dense red pen words on our compositions. At a glance, I know that teacher, you really hope that our compositions will be good. Well written.

I remember one time, teacher, you had a sore throat. The pain was so painful that you could hardly speak. You didn’t even ask for leave. You still treated us as if we were in class, but we didn’t listen. Many classmates were distracted when talking, which made you angry. , saying we are heartless! In fact, it's not that we are heartless, but that we want to care about you. It's just because of the influence of some classmates. . Teacher, you have paid so much for us. How can we forget you?

Teacher, I love you! I will always remember you. You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us the principles of life. Teacher, in fact, we all want you to teach us until we graduate. I think it would be a pity if you really stopped teaching us until we graduate. But I will not let you down. I will definitely become a pillar of our country and I will repay you when the time comes. you. 2. Write a composition for junior high school students "Tell me what's on my mind"

Tell me what's on my mind

In this world, in this society, as long as people and When people interact, there will inevitably be friction. Because everyone is a special individual with a unique personality and independent thoughts. This is an objective phenomenon that will not change from ancient times to the present and even in the future. It's just that in ancient times, in the old society, many people had troubles to speak out. In the society at that time, they were not allowed to speak out. What we should be thankful for is that in this modern society, we can say what we have to say and experience the ease of speaking out.

We always love and hate our parents. I love their meticulous care and selfless dedication to us; I hate their restraint on us and their speculation about us.

I love my parents. They gave me life and made me who I am today. I was born in Shantou City, which means that I am a Chaoshan person. When talking about Chaoshan, the four words "patriarchal preference for boys" come to mind. My hometown, my grandma is like this.

I remember my mother said that when I was born, my grandma was sad and angry when she learned that I was a girl, and finally walked away, leaving my mother on that cold bed. Not long after I was born, the neighbors started talking again, saying that my mother was not good for giving birth to a girl. During the confinement period, her grandmother did not take care of her. In the cold October, her mother had to get up early and stay up late as usual. My father, on the other hand, doesn't care about any of these right and wrong. He only tells others: "This is the daughter of my family."

Over the years, they have never been partial and have given to me without any regrets. . The two words "thousand gold" have already been deeply imprinted in my mind. I love my parents.

I annoy my parents. My mother didn't have much education and had a bad temper. She often scolded me for trivial things and didn't give me a chance to explain or allow me to refute. I don't know if it's because I grew up, but I felt that my father was very silent and often didn't speak. Even though I had a wall full of awards and "both civil and military achievements", he never praised me. He didn't say a word about the mistakes I made, but secretly punished me in some ways, asking me to realize my mistakes and correct them.

I have never been doted on by my parents, nor have I ever listened to their sweet words. Perhaps because of this, I have been very independent since I was a child. Maybe because I am independent, I am not that close to them; I don’t have the habit of crying and talking to my mother, but I just hide secretly by myself, not daring to be discovered by them; I also don’t have the habit of rushing up to my father happily after get off work, or even saying " Neither did Dad.

Parents always look at their children from their own perspective. They don’t know that sometimes what they do is not what their children want.

I just want to say: Believe children, we know what we are doing, what is right and what is good for ourselves! 3. Tell me what’s on my mind, a 400-word essay

Tell the teacher what’s on your mind. Teacher, you are so amiable, you are like a hard-working gardener in the garden, and we are one in the garden. The little flowers, after your careful cultivation, have gradually grown up. How much effort you have spent on us in the past three years! Every time you help us revise our compositions, you are so careful and print dense red pen words on our compositions. I can tell at a glance that you, teacher, hope that our compositions can be written well.

I remember one time, teacher, you had a sore throat. The pain was so painful that you could hardly speak. You didn’t even ask for leave. You still treated us as if we were in class, but we didn’t listen. Many classmates were distracted when talking, which made you angry. , saying we are heartless! In fact, it's not that we are heartless, but that we want to care about you. It's just because of the influence of some classmates.

Teacher, you have paid so much for us. How can we forget you? Teacher I love you! I will always remember you. You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us the principles of life.

Teacher, in fact, we all want you to teach us until we graduate. I think it would be a pity if you really stopped teaching us until we graduate. But I will not let you down, and I will definitely become the leader of our country. I will repay you when the time comes. Please give me points! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! . 4. Fifth grade composition Tell me what’s on my mind

Tell me what’s on my mind

I want to say that I would rather hide in fantasy and be sad, leaving only the beauty in reality. , enough to support me to look towards the future. However, if I can muster up the courage to resist the difficulties in reality, I can make yesterday’s sorrow nowhere to be found. Well, I will, laugh. Laugh from the heart. It turns out that I am not as weak as I thought. Later I discovered that what I really wanted to say was: "Even if time will lengthen all sadness, I will still stand in the strong wind and smile."

For a while, a picture often appeared in my mind , in the endless fields, covered with straw, very leisurely, swaying with the wind, there is a railway track in the field, very long, extending to the end of the rice sea, and there seems to be a train driving in the distance. The sound of whistles and whistles makes people feel shocked. What a heart-warming picture, but why are they all in black and white? The swaying straw is so helpless. After the bewildered dance, the whole picture is... It cracked and shattered, like glass falling from a high place. The sound of breaking hit my heart. It hurt so much that the blood seeped out. At this time, I felt so sad and melancholy.

I take the bus to school every morning. Everyone on the bus has a haggard face, messy hair, and looks a little thinner than a normal person. They are squeezed into a limited space with me, casually. The bus swayed and swayed, like a school of sardines, drifting with the current. It was so real. I laughed at myself, why is it so busy?

Hypocrisy, I can’t tell the difference between the people in front of me, which one looks real and which one looks fake? After being hurt by someone, after saying it doesn't matter, that person may not be so cool. This is called intrigue.

Later, I started reading novels and immersed myself in this illusory world. Or comedy, or tragedy. I seem to prefer tragedy. At that time, I naively thought that if I was sad in the fantasy world, I would be less sad in the real world. Because sadness is limited, I really thought so at the time. This is why I said I would rather hide in fantasy and be sad. Later, when I saw too many tragedies, I often felt the urge to burst into tears, but I endured it. Unknowingly, something called strongness has sprouted in my heart. It was also at this time that I began to be grateful for how wonderful my life was, compared to those tragedies.

It turns out that I only saw the negative side of life and ignored the positive side of life; I only saw the busy side of people, but I didn’t expect to see the happy faces of my family when I returned home after school and get off work. ; I only saw the hypocritical side of others, but forgot the most genuine smiles of my companions towards me... Later, I also discovered them all.

Those difficulties, those sorrows, suddenly became simple. As I said, even if time stretches out these sorrows, I still stand in the strong wind and smile. No matter how strong the wind is, I can't blow it down.

I am relieved and feel very relaxed.

The shattered picture at that time also, suddenly, became golden. 5. Essay about what’s in your heart, 300 words

Write your own essay to talk about what’s in your heart to all parents. Dear parents, I wonder if you have noticed that a family of three is together every day. , but there are very few people who really express their inner feelings to each other, almost zero. Today I want to use my own pen and my own heart to talk to you. Poor parents in the world, who has never thought that their children will become the best among people? I can understand you. You often have very strict requirements for your children. Not only do you want your children to have outstanding grades and abilities in all aspects of school, but you also need to be able to be a self-reliant person who can do everything in life. We want to We should do well and work hard to do well, but in the process of our efforts, we will also do a lot of things poorly. That is because of these various mistakes, you are always "nagging". I know that is for us. Children's love, but can we accept your way of love? Mom and Dad, you always demand perfection from your children, but have you ever considered whether you are too demanding? "No one is perfect, and no one is perfect." I hope parents can understand us as children. In modern families, quarrels are commonplace. When mom says something, dad says something back, and soon the quarrel breaks out. But do you know? As children, we are really in a dilemma at this moment. On one side is a kind mother who is full of motherly love, and on the other side is a father who admires us very much. We really don’t know who to help, and our hearts are full of contradictions and helplessness. I know that we as Children, I have no right to judge you. After all, you are parents. But I sincerely hope that you can think and measure from the standpoint and perspective of our children. After this, you will experience it, and you will understand and understand. When parents quarrel, the most conflicted and painful thing is the child. After you quarrel, everything is over. Even after the rain, the sky clears up, but what is left to us is a shadow that cannot be erased. This is an invisible harm to us! We must know that the love we need is not something that one person can bear. It requires the joint efforts of three people. But no matter what, parents will always be the closest people in our hearts. No matter what your education methods are, No matter how inappropriate it is, after all, it is also a kind of love you have for your children. Because the greatest love in the world is mother's love and father's love! Today I have something to say to all the parents. I hope that every family life can be happy, so that all children in the world can live in a happy family! Tell your mother what’s in your heart. Dear mother: Today, I am going to tell you all the words that I have been holding in my heart for a long time. Please don’t be angry. Mom, to be honest, I am more tired during the summer vacation than at school. You always leave me unfinished. Study and study endlessly. Mathematics, English, composition, and calligraphy all took up my carefree play time. Even watching TV was subject to your restrictions. I remember one time, I finished four pages of math exercises. , I was sitting on the sofa and turned on the TV to relax. When I heard the noise, I immediately came in and turned off the TV and said: "It's time to practice your English listening. You have to study hard now and get into a prestigious university in the future..." So, I I was forced to go into my room and listen to the jabbering English, just like Tang Monk reciting sutras and mantras to Sun Wukong. My head really hurts. Mom, can I be successful only if I am admitted to college? You always tell me how hard you worked in school and how good your grades were... Mom, are you the only one who got into college? Isn’t there someone better than you who has been admitted to graduate school or PhD? Why don't you compare with them, but with me, a primary school student? Mom, I know that in your eyes I will always be a child who will not grow up. Sometimes your untrue words make me very embarrassed, do you know? On my birthday that time, you promised to come back in the evening and buy me a big birthday cake. That day, I was immersed in happiness every moment, and everything I learned was interesting. In the evening, I made an appointment with some good friends to share my experience. But we waited and waited for you to come back empty-handed. Facing my friend’s disappointed look, I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Mom, why have you forgotten what you once told me about "Zeng Zi" What about the story of "Pig Killing"? You often tell me to be honest and trustworthy, but why do you not keep your words? Can adults just coax children? Mom, although there are many things you did wrong, your many advantages have benefited me throughout my life. I am grateful to you from the bottom of my heart and respect you - my good mother. Good health! May all go well with you! Your daughter (son): XX XX year XX month XX day.

6. How to write an essay about what’s in my heart

Mom, there are many things I want to say to you in my heart, but I can’t find the right opportunity to tell you. Mom: In When I didn't know how to do my homework, you helped me and supported me so that I could use my brain to think and answer questions; when I failed in the exam, you patiently explained to me what I had done wrong and asked me to correct it; When I was sick, it was you who carried me from the seventh floor to the hospital, anxious to find a doctor to see me. You were not afraid of getting hurt, but were afraid that I would become seriously ill. I am very grateful to you: my dear mother!

Mom, I know that you let me learn this and that every day, all for my own good, but every time Saturdays and Sundays come, I feel a little dizzy: because I know that I have to learn a lot of things. Yes. I feel so envious when I see other children playing outside

You guys! Mom: I really hope that I can play happily downstairs like you. I don’t want to do anything but study every day. I really feel so bored. I hope you can give me a little freedom. Mom, I say this to you. Don't be angry, I know it's not easy for you to take care of me alone: ??my father works in a far away city to make a living, and you have to go to work and take care of me all by yourself. I never object to anything you ask me to do, but I'm really too tired. Yes, I know you place all your hopes on me. I will study hard and repay you with the best results. Mom, please give me some free time! Finally, I want to say to you: Thank you, dear mother. 7. Tell me what’s on my mind Composition 500

Teacher, you are the white swan taking the lead on the lake, leading us step by step towards a beautiful life. When wind and rain come, your broad arms are our warm harbor, allowing us to avoid disasters again and again; when opportunities come, your beautiful voice is our clarion call to move forward, enabling us to seize every opportunity; when traveling far away, Your sincere teachings are our guide to action, allowing us to swim freely in the ocean of life. Teacher, you are our direction!

Teacher, you are the rain and dew in spring, the cool breeze in summer, the rain in autumn, and the sunshine in winter. The rain and dew awaken our young hearts, the cool breeze greens our lives, the rain nourishes our longing hearts, and the sunshine warms our hearts away from home. When we were still very young, we didn’t know what love was. It was you who told us that we should put love first in life. For the first time, our naughty childlike innocence knew what love was. It was the power of your actions that taught us the world. Everything; flowers bloom for a while, and people live for a lifetime. The green leaves of life grow one by one under your care, and the longer they grow, the more lush they become. The principles of life are deeply rooted in my soul through your voice and education; people are getting bigger and bigger, and so is the circle of life. The more we paint, the bigger we get. At this time, we understand more, but we also don’t understand much. Life, unknowingly, requires more things. Life is like a land seriously short of water, with dry lips of thirst popping up everywhere. , it is you, like rain and dew, who worked hard day and night when we needed help most, allowing us to overcome difficulties one after another. It is you who watered us with your water of life, allowing us to grow smoothly! When I came to university and was far away from my hometown, my young heart seemed to have lost its supporting beam. When the wind and rain come, I get used to your shelter; when things go wrong, I get used to your care; in the cold wind, I am content with your protection. This is you, my teacher - the teacher who gives me warmth no matter what age or autumn!

The three-foot podium sets up your tall image; the two-foot pointer shows your beautiful life; your life-long faith tells the story of your dedication.

Teacher, you have worked hard for the cause of the people; teacher, you have lived a life without regrets for your choice! You use your life to write glorious stories, you use your blood to write beautiful chapters, and you use your enthusiasm to create monuments! Young people are the flowers of the motherland and the future of the motherland; and the people's teacher, you are the gardener of the motherland, you are the present of the motherland, you are everything to the motherland!

Singing in praise of teachers: Only with you can I exist; only with you can I have a glorious motherland! Praise you, gardener of the motherland! Everyone said: "The greatest love in the world is the love that comes from a mother's heart. A mother's heart is pure and supreme. Every mother in the world has the most pious love, hiding a sincere love .

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Year after year, you are like a hard-working gardener, working tirelessly to nurture and train me. I don’t know how much effort you put into it! You constantly encourage me, spur me, worry about me, and worry about me. I work hard and only hope that one day I can become an extraordinary person among ordinary people. The ruthless years have left traces on your forehead, but your love for me not only remains unchanged, but also grows deeper. 8. An essay about my inner thoughts

Dad, do you know? I have many things I want to say to you, but I have always kept them in my heart. But I don’t dare to tell you what’s on my mind in front of you. I’m afraid

If I say one wrong word, you will frown and I don’t know what will happen.

A "storm" is terrible. Today, I open my heart and tell you my heart in this way

Dad, you. I have a bad habit of smoking. Your cigarette packs are everywhere: two packs on the table, three packs on the bed, and five or six packs next to the TV!

The first time you smoke, my mother and I will stay away from you. As long as you have a cigarette in your mouth, wherever you go

we will hide from you, just like we are playing hide and seek. . You look "very good" when you smoke: you take out the cigarette and lighter skillfully, then light the cigarette with a "pop" sound. Sometimes the lighter is not held firmly and you light it. To your nose. You sit on the sofa, cross your legs, take a puff of the cigarette, and then slowly exhale the smoke. As long as my mother and I smell the smoke, we will be unable to breathe. Angry.

My mother and I have made many rules about smoking for you, but you just don’t listen. My mother often quarrels about your smoking, which makes me restless.

Do you remember one time when you said you were going to Uncle Chen’s house to play cards after dinner? I wanted to prevent you from going and let you stay at home with me. However, thinking about how tired you were from going to work every day, I had to let you go. When you left, I made a request to you: smoke less. I quietly checked your cigarette box, and it was still full. After you left, I was playing at home, and suddenly, I found you. My wallet fell on the sofa. Suddenly, I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, walking around the room, thinking: What will you pay for if you lose at cards? I hurried downstairs. , bring your wallet over.

I ran to Uncle Chen’s house out of breath. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a choking smell of smoke. I saw so much smoke that I almost saw it. No one was seen. I found you and was about to give you my wallet when you took out a cigarette and started smoking. I saw that the trash can next to you was full of cigarette butts, cigarette ashes and cigarette cases. Hand it to you and say, "Dad, you didn't take your wallet, I brought it to you." "I thought: Dad will definitely praise me. As soon as I finished speaking, you poured a basin of cold water on me and said: "What are the children doing here? Go back quickly! "After hearing this, my heart was burning and I was very angry. I finally got angry with you and said, "You damn smoker, smoke a cigarette. Go ahead and smoke. I'll smoke you to death if you wait too long!" "After I finished speaking, I rushed out of Uncle Chen's house and ran home with tears in my eyes.

After I got home, I sat on the bed and called my mother and told her what I had just said. In this situation, my mother said to me on the phone: "My dear son, don't be afraid. After a while, my mother will call your mother and criticize him." "Not long after I returned home, you also came back, and I rolled my eyes at you. Then, I heard my mother calling you, and I vaguely felt my mother scolding you in the room. I thought to myself: You deserve to be scolded. Mom scolded me so well. But deep down in my heart, I hope you are healthy and safe.

Dad, please quit smoking. . For your health, my study and my mother’s health, please quit smoking. 9. A 500-word essay on my inner thoughts

In fact, each of us has it. I have a lot to say. However, I have never had the chance to tell others, but today the opportunity finally came.

I really want to grow up quickly, because when I grow up, I won’t have to do homework.

I think dad and mom are the happiest because they don’t have to study or do homework.

But one time, I saw my father and mother sweating profusely when they were working. At this time, I knew that my father and mother were not the happiest, but the hardest. At this time, I thought that since my father and mother were not the happiest, my grandma must be the happiest. But one day, I saw an old grandma who was thrown to the ground and couldn't get up. No one helped her. It was so pitiful. At this time, I realized that no one is as happy as the children of our time. Now I finally figured it out: if you want to be happy, you don’t have to remember that having money is the happiest thing. Happiness comes from labor. Do I really not want to do my homework? That was before, but now I am not afraid of doing homework. I want to repay my parents with excellent results and let their faces always be filled with bright smiles.

"Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." I know that I can't repay my father and mother for their love for me. yes! I am the grass in spring, and my father is the sunshine in spring. How can the grass repay the sunshine in spring? I am a weak grass, and my mother is the warm earth, holding me in her arms all year round. Even in the cold winter, my father and mother still melted the ice and snow on me with their warm hearts.

Ah! Dad, Mom, you gave me a happy childhood, and you made me understand the meaning of warmth. You are so great! 10. Write an essay about what is in your heart and what is in your heart to your classmates

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye. The companionship of my classmates has made me go from being arrogant to being elegant; the teacher’s teachings have helped me grow from ignorance to wisdom. I have gained wisdom; the passage of time has made me mature from childishness. The leaves record the time, the flowers reflect the smiling faces, the tables and chairs depict diligence, and the teachers give us thumbs up. When When we held the "Graduation Certificate", every drop of excited tears fell on the bright red booklet. When we returned home, what we got was not the admiring eyes of the parents, but their serious expressions. On the occasion of graduation, I handed out notes recording my growth to the hands of my classmates. What I handed out were sheets of paper with simple words written on them, but what I received back was a sheet full of emotions. Everything written on it is filled with the blessings and reluctance of my classmates. What remains in my alma mater are only the unforgettable memories. The summer vacation passed quickly. Because it was a graduating class, I had a vacation very early. From the day of the vacation, It has been a month and a half since the beginning, and school will start in one month, and what is about to enter is the threshold of middle school. That day, I accidentally saw the classmate list that I left on my desk a month and a half ago. When I When I opened the thick classmate book, I saw sheets of paper, pages of words, different people, different handwriting, reflecting the smiling faces of the classmates. I graduated and got rid of elementary school. The troubles left me are indelible memories. The hard work in the past has been rewarded with fruitful results, and the taste in my heart is sweet. All the memories are burned in the classmate book. Open a book Pages and pages of paper all record the innocent friendships in elementary school. I don’t know whether it’s because I don’t want to be separated or because I don’t want to lose the friendship. Because flowers will always bloom, gold will always shine, and children will always Growing up. Hope is the source of declaration; hope is the beacon of the soul; hope is a beautiful vision; hope is the direction of efforts; hope is the goal of struggle; hope is the guide to success; hope belongs to our new life. The generation of the century. The dream of the fish is written on the bubbles. The dream of the farmer is written on the ears of rice. The dream of the black cloud is written on the raindrops. The dream of the boat is written on the blue waves. My dream is written on the classmates Recorded. When I opened my classmates' directory again when I grew up, I was unforgettable, reminiscing, sad, and excited. I will not forget the promise made by our teachers and students on January 17, 2007. We agreed, On this day 10 years later, we will see each other again at my alma mater in elementary school, January 17, 2017. I don’t know if they will come, but I will never forget it. We were originally going to have a graduation party. I don’t know There will be changes in life, but there is no doubt that friendship will never change. On the day of graduation, all misunderstandings have long since ended; all true feelings have long melted; all gratitude has long ended; all friendships have long been buried in the hearts of all of us. From the bottom of my heart, classmates, please don’t forget the time we spent together! Classmates are unforgettable! Unforgettable classmates.