A composition about quarreling

After the first class in the morning, I was delayed for a while because I was playing outside. I didn't want to enter the classroom until the bell rang. When I saw the teacher standing on the platform and writing on the blackboard, I was afraid of being discovered by the teacher. So I slipped in through the back door without shouting a report. Originally, I wanted to cross from behind my deskmate, but I didn't expect my foot to be stuck behind my deskmate because of the small space. I looked down and whispered to my deskmate, "Hey, I'm sorry." But he didn't respond. I thought he didn't hear me. I lowered my head and raised my voice a little. I said to him in a pleading tone, "I'm sorry." I thought he would get out of the way this time, but he still didn't move. I am very angry. Unfortunately, the teacher just turned around and stared at me. I quickly pushed the deskmate who refused to get out of the way forward, and then I could cross my feet and sit on the seat. I was very unhappy. ...

Finally, when class was over, my deskmate immediately turned to me and swore, "You are sick. What did you just push? " ? . "I was relieved, and my anger suddenly ignited, thinking: It's really a slap in the face." You're sick. Who told you not to let me through? "I drum eyes shouted. We argued like this, and no one would give in. ...

With the escalation of the quarrel, my deskmate's face is redder than a red apple, her eyes are full of anger, and her hands are tightly clenched. The wrinkles squeezed out by anger look fierce, like an angry little lion, which seems to swallow me up in one bite. I was absolutely shocked. It seems that I was wrong and he was absolutely right ... Finally, we were all tired and quieter. Not long after the war was extinguished, my deskmate gave me another push. Revenge drove me to push him with all my strength, and my deskmate waved his fist ... it was about to fight. At this time, the onlookers pulled us away in time to avoid the escalation of the conflict.

Afterwards, I calmed down and offered to apologize to him. My gesture finally affected my deskmate's heart, melted the contradiction between me and my deskmate, and we made up again. I finally know that only by understanding each other when there are contradictions with my classmates and helping each other when there are difficulties can I establish a harmonious and friendly relationship with my classmates.

Today, I had a quarrel with my deskmate Kong, which made me very depressed!

In the second class in the morning, I found a "reading card" on my desk. I thought no one wanted it, so I picked up a pen and showed my "artistic cells" on it. At this moment, Kong Wang Ding angrily shouted at me: "This is mine, why are you painting on it! ? "Oh, how miserable! Pissed her off! "Please let me explain!" I asked her forgiveness again and again. She didn't seem to buy it, so she turned away angrily and ignored me. It seems that if you don't eat soft, you have to eat hard! If you don't forgive me, I will ignore you!

This state lasted for two classes.

It turns out that Kong Wang Ding and I both jumped rope hand in hand after class, but now? Alas-how embarrassing! I couldn't stand it any longer and decided to write her a letter to apologize. Alas, it is a pity that there are classes! I can't stand it any longer.

A clarinet created us!

In the music class, we sang the song "Charming Fire Pond"-"Ignite Dong's Happy Time, Ah-ah-". At this time, the hole blew the clarinet to "accompany" us. Although the voice was very small (only I heard it), the clarinet was so soft that I got up the courage and decided to apologize to her. So nervous! At first, I just approached her slowly for fear of annoying her! Later, I made many excuses and asked her many questions about clarinet. At first, she just answered me with "Well, yes, it's fine-". Gradually, you gave me a word, and we chatted happily as before.

Chen Hongjie has a crush on Yao Siyuan? !

An Unforgettable Quarrel 600-word Composition Parental Quarrel Whenever the word "parental quarrel" is mentioned, different people will have different opinions.

Some people will say, "It is common for parents to quarrel! As long as we don't hurt each other.

"Someone said," parents quarrel is not good, will affect our physical and mental health! "Which statement is correct? In the final analysis, it is good for parents not to quarrel, so that we flowers of the new era can live in a happy and harmonious family.

I have read such a story "The Cost of Quarrel", which is mainly about having a happy family. Although the economy is not much, it is very happy and full.

But it didn't take long for parents to quarrel or even fight in front of their daughters. Every time they quarrel over trivial matters, they even say they want a divorce in front of their daughters.

My daughter was scared when she learned about this and wanted to exchange her death for her parents' marriage.

So she deliberately broke the glass in her hand, then picked up a piece of glass and scratched it hard in her hand, and the blood flowed down instantly.

The fighting parents were stunned. They didn't care about anything at all. They ran to their daughter and took her to the hospital. The daughter said this to her parents while crying: "Mom and Dad, don't fight, don't divorce.

You must promise me that you won't quarrel again, or I will ... "My daughter picked up a piece of glass from the ground, and my parents quickly said," Be a good daughter, and my parents will never quarrel again. "Listen, my parents deeply regret their daughter's behavior.

I also heard a story about a couple of parents who had an 8-year-old son. They were supposed to be a happy family, but their parents quarreled every day and finally divorced.

At the time of divorce, both parents were cruel and didn't want children, but the child was finally awarded to the father by the court.

After the child followed the father, the father found another stepmother, but the stepmother was cruel to the child and tortured the child to death several times ... Alas, it turned out that the parents' quarrel and divorce would have such a great impact on the child.

I still remember one time at home, I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard someone quarreling outside. It turned out that my parents were fighting over a trivial matter there.

At that time, I panicked and ran out to be a messenger to stop the fight.

He said, "Mom and Dad, it takes one day for a couple to make a bed pillow every ten years. You have been married for fourteen years, why are you still arguing here? "

As a result, the father said, "It's none of your business here, my dear son. Go and do your homework in the house." My mother is also perfunctory.

No, I can't let the smoke of this quarrel spread any more. I have no choice but to use my killer stream.

"If you make any more noise, I won't do my homework!" I shouted and I managed to squeeze out a few tears.

Hehe, this trick really works. Mom and Dad quickly said, "Okay, okay, let's stop arguing and do our homework quickly."

I said, "Then you have to make a promise that the three of us will hook our little fingers together, and cheating is a puppy." We all laughed.

Studies have shown that parents' quarreling is more likely to hurt their children than divorce.

Experts warn that it is the minimum responsibility of parents to make their children feel safe. Adults should not attack each other, because feelings are two people's business, which will have a lifelong negative impact on children's psychology.

So I'm here to wish my parents a beautiful life and a happy family, and remember not to quarrel!

The composition about conflict is 600 words! My sister and I are good sisters.

I will tell my sister what I think, and my sister will reveal her secret to me.

On New Year's Eve, after dinner, the family sat together and chatted. They chatted and talked, and then the conversation turned to their sister.

My aunt said, "When we were young, Rebecca was very slow in his homework, and he had to grind it until eleven o'clock.

"As soon as the words were finished, I suddenly interjected:" My sister used to put her unfinished homework on the bed when she was a child, creating an illusion that she had gone to bed and secretly hiding under the bed with a flashlight to do her homework! " Everyone burst into laughter, and the uncle said, "Wang Yan has so many tricks.

My aunt said, "How much are you hiding from me?" My sister said quickly, "No, Xu Xinying, why can't you keep any secret? "You see how I will tell you in the future!" I didn't give in at all. "That was six years ago. What are the disadvantages of saying it? " My sister stopped talking, went into the room with her head buried, and then slammed the door with a loud sound.

At first, I was filled with indignation and felt that my sister was narrow-minded, but after thinking about it, I felt that I really shouldn't do this.

Because a secret is something that only a few people know, it can be called a "secret".

My sister told me her secret because she trusted me, but I didn't keep it for her. It's really my fault.

Thinking of this, I went to apologize to my sister.

"Elder sister, I'm sorry, forgive me.

"Sister said," it doesn't matter. Maybe I'm a little impulsive, too. I'm sorry

"In this way, the contradiction is solved.

Through this incident, I understand that if you encounter contradictions, you should first calm yourself down, review yourself, adjust your emotions, learn to tolerate and understand others, and treat contradictions and conflicts correctly.

Don't hurt each other's feelings for a moment's upper hand.

Forgive others, don't just quarrel with each other, argue endlessly about trivial matters, accommodate each other and resolve contradictions and conflicts.

Resolving contradictions can make our feelings deeper, and resolving contradictions can make our growth more meaningful.

When encountering conflict, it will be very calm to say "I'm sorry"; When encountering contradictions, saying "it doesn't matter" will broaden your horizons.

In life, be a person with a broad mind like the sea and a delicate temper like fluff! As long as everyone has a caring, considerate, understanding, tolerant and funny heart, life will be less conflict, more harmony, less quarrel, more humility, less distress, more joy, less suspicion and pain, and more trust and openness! The landlord can make some changes! ! But adopt! !

Write a composition about quarreling with parents, 700 words. Many students have quarreled with their parents now. It is said that parents don't understand them and parents don't understand their hearts. If something happens, they might as well tell their friends.

I used to think so, but after that incident, I realized that they were only half right. In fact, it should be said that children do not understand the difficulties of their parents.

That was last autumn. First of all, one of my shortcomings is quarreling with my parents.

I like listening to the radio so much that I listen to it when I do my homework.

Because I thought my academic performance was better, I didn't take it seriously, and my parents' suggestions just turned a deaf ear.

But in the final exam one month later, I got 70 points this time, which is usually more than 10.

I got a scolding from the paper. When I got home, my father asked me how I got 70 points.

Because I felt uncomfortable, my father asked me this question, and I lost my temper with my father.

"What's the matter with seven points? I do! Isn't it an exam? " Dad is angry, too. He said, "You lose your temper after taking this test. Have you ever wondered why you want to take this exam? " I'm telling you! Your poor study is caused by listening to the radio like that. If you listen to the radio like that, I'll throw it to you! "Mother said at a side," good good, don't be angry, xiao zong. Don't listen to the radio like that in the future. It's really the way you listen to the radio that lowers your learning level. "

"Without further ado, I went back to my room, took out my beloved radio, slammed it on the ground, and then entered the room.

I didn't eat that night. I was lying in bed. At this time, I calmed down and thought about it. I feel a little sorry.

Dad was right. It's really my fault. I shouldn't listen to the radio like that, let alone smash it in front of my parents. How sad they are.

At this time, I suddenly looked at my door, and I quickly narrowed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I saw from my narrowed eyes that it was my father. I only saw my father put my radio on the table and quietly came out.

I improved it and picked up the radio. I see that the radio has been repaired by my father. The broken part of the radio was taped to my father, and the parts inside were repaired.

At this moment, my tears started to drip uncontrollably. I was wrong about my father, and I felt sorry for him.

I cried and thought: I must apologize to my father tomorrow. I finally got through it.

At dawn, I got dressed and gently pushed open the door. I saw my father smoking on the sofa. I went to see my father, with a sour nose and tears dripping down my eyes. I whispered to my father, "Dad, I was wrong. Please forgive me! " Dad smiled and silently said to my head, "Don't be sad, I also have my own mistakes. Let's forgive each other." .

You must be hungry? Come on, I'm ready to eat. Let's go to eat.

"... from then on, I never listened to the radio as before, but put the time I used to listen to the radio on my study.

Moreover, I learned a truth from this incident, and I want to tell you: if you are poor, you will change your mind, and your parents are our bosom friends. It's a little fierce sometimes, but it's also good for us.

We should not only think of ourselves, but also of them.

Don't make them sad.

Conflict composition 600 words 1. Generation gap, generation gap, obstacle, obstacle ... "Why are you so tired talking to me?" I threw a word at my mother and went back to my room.

Always like this. Why is it so difficult to say anything? Why do you always talk to your mother? Because one sentence makes you blush.

When she was angry, she said that I was getting more and more rebellious, and I said that she was getting more and more incredible. She said I was angry with her, and I said she was asking for trouble, asking for trouble.

Three days of small noise and five days of big noise, this day really can't go on.

A person silently shed tears in the room and wrote down a thousand or ten thousand bad mother on a piece of paper. Maybe we are just 12-year-old dolls, eating snacks in bed. Maybe at the age of twelve or thirteen, we can only eat the bad mood bit by bit. Why? When did my mother become so unreasonable? Why is there always an unbreakable membrane between me and her?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I threw all the books on the table to the ground and suddenly my eyes lit up. What is that? In fact, it is a composition book, but I am ashamed to open it. The first article was 1975, when my mother 12 years old, and in 2003, my girl 12 years old.

The seemingly ordinary words hurt my eyes deeply.

It turns out that my mother was not born with a straight face, or was born to curse when she was angry.

Mother has her doubts and disappointments, as well as the five flavors of childhood, which are bittersweet. My mother was beaten by my father and scolded by my mother. My mother loves to play as much as I did when I was a child. She is very naughty. So we are all the same. I repeated what happened when my mother was a child. She was wrong and her eyes were wet again. It turns out that my mother is not.

I opened the door and said, "Mom, can I tell you something about that mom?" "Go ahead!" Obviously, my mother is still angry. "I didn't think about it. It turns out that when you were a child, you were also scolded by your grandparents with tears. Right? Everyone is equal! " My face flushed with laughter. "Dead girl!" Mom smiled from ear to ear.

The snow has melted! Spring is not far away! My sister and I are good sisters.

I will tell my sister what I think, and my sister will reveal her secret to me.

On New Year's Eve, after dinner, the family sat together and chatted. They chatted and talked, and then the conversation turned to their sister.

My aunt said, "When we were young, Rebecca was very slow in his homework, and he had to grind it until eleven o'clock.

"As soon as the words were finished, I suddenly interjected:" My sister used to put her unfinished homework on the bed when she was a child, creating an illusion that she had gone to bed and secretly hiding under the bed with a flashlight to do her homework! " Everyone burst into laughter, and the uncle said, "Wang Yan has so many tricks.

My aunt said, "How much are you hiding from me?" My sister said quickly, "No, Xu Xinying, why can't you keep any secret? "You see how I will tell you in the future!" I didn't give in at all. "That was six years ago. What are the disadvantages of saying it? " My sister stopped talking, went into the room with her head buried, and then slammed the door with a loud sound.

At first, I was filled with indignation and felt that my sister was narrow-minded, but after thinking about it, I felt that I really shouldn't do this.

Because a secret is something that only a few people know, it can be called a "secret".

My sister told me her secret because she trusted me, but I didn't keep it for her. It's really my fault.

Thinking of this, I went to apologize to my sister.

"Elder sister, I'm sorry, forgive me.

"Sister said," it doesn't matter. Maybe I'm a little impulsive, too. I'm sorry

"In this way, the contradiction is solved.

Through this incident, I understand that if you encounter contradictions, you should first calm yourself down, review yourself, adjust your emotions, learn to tolerate and understand others, and treat contradictions and conflicts correctly.

Don't hurt each other's feelings for a moment's upper hand.

Forgive others, don't just quarrel with each other, argue endlessly about trivial matters, accommodate each other and resolve contradictions and conflicts.

Resolving contradictions can make our feelings deeper, and resolving contradictions can make our growth more meaningful.

When encountering conflict, it will be very calm to say "I'm sorry"; When encountering contradictions, saying "it doesn't matter" will broaden your horizons.

In life, be a person with a broad mind like the sea and a delicate temper like fluff! As long as everyone has a caring, considerate, understanding, tolerant and funny heart, life will be less conflict, more harmony, less quarrel, more humility, less distress, more joy, less suspicion and pain, and more trust and openness! Today is a biweekly Monday, and we have to change seats again. I just sat in my seat and habitually bent down to look at the table.

I am so angry. Another pile of waste paper. Wang Yiding must have stuffed all the notes cut in the manual class. What a "garbage king" and "lazy".

This has happened several times, and I will teach him a lesson today! I walked up to Xiao Wang angrily, pointed at his nose and shouted, "Didn't I warn you last time?" Why don't you change your mind? I told Teacher Zhou to go, and you went to pick up the note! " Xiao Wang said aggrieved, "I didn't. It's really not * * * this time.

"In the criticism of his classmates, he reluctantly cleaned up the table belly with tears in his eyes.

In class, I sat proudly like a winning general and only heard "click! Hey! " I followed the sound of scissors to the first group.

Ah! It turned out that Xiao Shen was cutting window grilles with colored paper, and a pile of waste paper quickly piled up on the table.

Oh, I remember. Last week, Xiao Shen couldn't understand the words on the blackboard. The teacher asked him to change seats with Xiao Wang. How could I forget? I ... I ... Why are you so confused? So indiscriminately wronged classmates? Ah, so self-righteous, and a battalion chief! Ding is over. I gently walked to his desk and whispered to Xiao Wang, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"It's okay.

"Wang shrugged and said casually.

After listening to his words, I felt even hotter on my face.

Yes! From now on, I want to be calm and not so impulsive. ...

I did something wrong yesterday and had a quarrel with my parents. Father had a bad temper and picked up the whip.

Me: sell CDs, don't hit my dad: kill your son. Me: No, it hurts. Mom hurts. Mom: Who told you not to listen, son of a bitch? Me: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (omit 590 words). Then I apologized to my parents.

The quarrel in the clock is as long as 600 words. There is a beautiful clock with an hour hand, a minute hand and a second hand.

They are all good brothers.

One day, Secondhand said to the hour hand, "Brother Secondhand, look at you. You run slowly and you are fat. Look at me again. I am thin and long. I run fastest in the clock! " The hour hand listened and said nothing.

The second hand didn't say anything when it saw the hour hand, but challenged the minute hand and said, "Second brother! I ran a lap, and you only ran a small space, almost as fast as Big Brother.

"The minute hand was very angry. It said angrily to the second hand, "I run for one minute, you run for one minute, and eldest brother runs for one hour."

"The clock is no longer a quiet clock, and the minute hand and the second hand quarreled.

At this time, the hour hand said, "Don't argue,' the feet are shorter and the inches are longer'. You each have your own strengths, but you also have shortcomings! How can you only see your own advantages? "The second hand and the minute hand both bowed their heads in shame, and the hour hand added," Only when we unite can we tell people the exact time! "At this time, you will never hear the noise of the clock again. It will only tell you what time, minute and second it is.

Noisy composition is not less than 600 words a day. I was reading a book when I suddenly heard some noise. It turns out that stationery workers are arguing about who is the most useful.

The pencil was the first to say, "I can use it many times, and I can sharpen it when I am bald."

""that's, that's, as long as I'm here, we can use it many times. ".

The eraser said confidently, "Without me, what would you do if you wrote wrong words!" " ""What age is it? You still use a pencil! " Pen and gel pen said with a smile.

The ruler smiled contemptuously and said, "Master still needs me when drawing lines.

The notebook that copied the homework finally couldn't help it: "What are you talking about? I am the most useful. If the master hadn't used me to copy my homework, you would all be useless. I am all red, how beautiful! " Say that finish, copy homework book to a gorgeous turn, everyone was shocked! At this time, I finally spoke without saying a word: "You are all useful, and no one can live without anyone. You should unite and help me together. "

Stationery people think, "Yes, unity can play a role!" They said with one voice, "We should unite! "We danced happily and forgot everything just now.

I feel stuffy in the chest and want to cry about the composition of' Conflict '500.

Staring out of the window, listening to cicadas, thinking back to the picture of quarreling with parents, humming sad songs softly.

Unconsciously, tears fell from the chain like pearls, across the cheeks, and "snapped" on the books.

The sun scorches the earth, but it can't melt my cold heart; It's sad to be so quiet around.

Another boring afternoon, another heart waiting alone in the corner.

Somehow, I always want to cry, and I try to find the reason. It may be because of the contradiction between my parents and me, or it may be because I try to fill my inner emptiness with those books, but it is getting more and more empty.

Looking around, there are all books and endless homework.

Out of the house, I turned on the big color TV. There are cartoons and TV plays I like, but I still can't help but think of the bad report card, the encouragement of the teacher and the expectations of my parents. I turned off the TV ambitiously.

Going forward is the computer waiting for me to play, where I am afraid of losing myself, indulging in hallucinations and indulging myself.

Going back, seeing piles of books with a height of yards makes me dizzy, let alone reading them.

The plan I made for myself will be changed again in less than two days. I can't help it I can't hold on.

I feel inexplicable panic when I tear off a calendar paper every day: I still have so many things to finish and so many subjects to preview, so what the teacher told me I haven't finished, and I haven't fulfilled my promise ... so my head often hurts.

There is a lonely cicada singing outside the window.

Zheng in my heart, cicada? Maybe it's loneliness. In this hot day, people are asleep, birds are too lazy to sing, only cicadas are singing loudly. Perhaps it is distressed, waiting underground for nine months, just to live for a summer.

Isn't this my performance? However, cicadas are happy, contrary to me.

I seem to understand something.

Why are you crying? I have always been a strong girl. Of course, I don't want to see my helpless tears. I just want a smile every minute.

Forget all the unhappy things, let the generation gap and willfulness be eliminated, put down your invisible baggage and be a carefree cicada ... At this moment, I seem to hear a family laughing in my ear, and I smile gently.

After dinner, I watched TV upstairs and watched it with relish. Suddenly, there was a thunderous quarrel downstairs in my house.

I was suddenly startled. Is something wrong? Take a quick look. I opened the window and looked downstairs.

"Hey? Isn't this mom and dad? " I hurried downstairs before the TV was turned off! I went downstairs and asked around. It turned out that my mother thought my father was dishonest enough: when my father came back from work, my mother asked, "What did you do today?" "work! What else can I do? " "Nonsense, you obviously went to play cards, and the neighbors saw it.

""no ... no, you just love to hear their nonsense.

""I heard their nonsense, so ... "That's how it started. My mother didn't want the feeling of being cheated to grow in her heart, so she had to get even with my father.

I saw my mother hunched over and pointed at my father's nose, swearing, and her eyes seemed to flash with an uncontrollable anger, like an angry lion.

Dad just kept a straight face and said nothing, his fists tinkling in the dark. Because my father can't ridicule my mother, I have to swallow my voice, dare to speak out, and hold back my anger ... My mother doesn't seem to see my father's humility, just keeps talking and pushes my father's shoulder from time to time. This is terrible. Things got worse, and anger burned in dad's heart. He really can't stand it.

Dad can't stand this insult any longer. He finally stood up, as if his whole body were burning with flames, and every hair was shining with sparks: "Enough, enough, have you said enough?" "No, no ... who do you think you are ... King Lao Tzu? Or the Jade Emperor ... "Their voices are getting louder and louder, which makes me upset, and the louder the voice, the more outrageous it is.

Seeing that things were not good, I had to hide in the house, afraid to go out, and listened to their noise with trepidation.

Every time my parents quarrel, my heart is heavy. Why do they quarrel over trifles? Don't they know it's easy to hurt me? Alas ..... they don't know that family is the first environment where I live, and it is a place that needs warmth. They don't know that I also have the ability to appreciate the beauty of human nature; They don't even know that a child is a book. From childhood to adolescence, from adolescence to youth, mom and dad turn back page by page, but it is not easy to really become a good book, which requires the edification and writing of mom and dad.

I sincerely hope that my parents will not make trouble at home and let me grow up in a comfortable and comfortable environment.

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