And tell the truth, 400 words, with concrete examples. Kuai ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Last year, I participated in the 13th Chu Cai Composition Competition. After a few days, there has been no news of receiving the award.

One morning, as soon as I entered the classroom, I found the atmosphere was wrong. I looked up and saw teacher Zhang, the head teacher, standing angrily on the platform. His face is as cold as ice, his former kindness is gone, and his enthusiasm for me has reversed 180 degrees. As soon as she saw me come in, she shouted, "Get out, I want to talk to you!" " "I stood at the door at a loss, and my classmates' eyes swept at me. Like searchlights, several naughty boys made faces at me.

With the "sixth sense", I know that the general trend is not good. Sure enough, as I expected, a few cold words left by Teacher Zhang made me fall into the abyss: "Hum, it's really useless. I gave you the only entry place in the whole grade. I hope you can win an award in the' Chu Cai Composition Competition'. Who knows, you didn't even win the last prize. Let your parents come to me after the parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon! " I returned to my seat stupefied and felt a great sense of loss.

When I got home at noon, I conveyed this "unfortunate" news to my mother, expecting her to comfort me a few words. But when my mother heard the news, she suddenly became "furious" and pointed at my nose and said, "How did I raise such a disappointing child, huh?" I trained you for nothing! I spent so much money and energy. I know you can't win the prize. I might as well take the money. " I stood by, afraid to go out, like a prisoner on trial. "How can I have the face to meet your teachers and classmates? What do you say? " Hearing this, I silently went to the kitchen to take down the washboard and put it on the ground, kneeling down-this is my mother's usual torture. It was very easy to stay until two o'clock in the afternoon, and my mother's "ideological education" finally came to an end. Mom went to a parent-teacher conference, and I knelt on the washboard for several years. My stomach has already sung "Empty City Plan", and my knees are numb. I looked at Jason Chung painfully, "Tick-tock, tick-tock". Alas, how time flies! I can't wait to turn myself into Sima Xiangru, and write a poem "Longmen Fu" to make my mother change her mind after reading it.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock", the clock sounds like a lullaby. I was awakened by a loud noise when I was half asleep. I looked up, yo! My mother came back flushed with a newspaper in her hand, followed by our cheerful head teacher, Mr. Zhang, and the director Chen in charge of photography in our school. When they saw this, they all froze: "This ... this is ...? ""Oh, nothing, nothing. " Mother seems incoherent. "Get up, get up, come and have a look. Your composition won an award. Director Chen will shoot a feature film for you! " Thank you teacher! "I heard that, I struggled to stand up to prevent Amnesty. Oh, I can't get up. I've been kneeling for too long. I looked at the clock. It's already half past five. Seeing that I was in such a mess, my mother ran back and carried me to bed, bringing me sweets and biscuits that I never touched at ordinary times. My head fell on the bed. I'm flattered. Look at my mom. My mother hugged me: "Good boy, it's mom's fault in the morning. What happened this morning was just a misunderstanding. Don't worry, good boy. It's really good. I finally won a sigh for my mother! "As soon as Mom's voice fell, Teacher Zhang squeezed in again:" Well, it's good this time, winning glory for our school. When I grow up, I will definitely have a future! " Mr. Zhang's voice did not fall, but his father who came back from work rushed into the room and took back his words: "Well, as long as you win more prizes in the future, you need stars, and Dad will pick them for you!" "

My family surrounded me, just like the stars holding the moon, aiming at the lens on Director Chen's shoulder. I turned my head, and behind me were bright smiling faces, which were heartfelt joy. I looked at my chest, a pair of big hands stroking my certificate and my trophy. I am surrounded by happiness and can't help being at a loss. A big question mark popped up in my heart: Do you love my parents, teachers or trophies? . . .