My troublesome composition in grade one of junior high school

In ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with the composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are eight essays about my troubles in Grade One. Welcome to share.

My worry bell rings at 1.

The minute hand on the clock points to the end of class, but I pray silently in my heart: don't finish class-there will be a lot of homework coming to me after class.

Face up to the facts

Instead, I was controlled by a huge amount of homework, just like a giant eagle trying to fly into the sky was locked in a cage and couldn't move, but I still sat back at my desk.

Anti-Japanese war to the end

Homework is like a mountain, and I am just one of the stupid people. I can't reverse it, but I can reduce it This is also my "duty". The hour hand and minute hand on the clock seem to be tied to the motor and rotate rapidly. I look up at nine o'clock and then at eleven o'clock! The pen in my hand is clenched, and my hand speed is unconsciously accelerated.

When we were together, I suddenly found that my homework was smiling at me, rubbing my eyes and trying to wake myself up, but any action didn't help, and it wouldn't affect the feelings of both eyelids at all.

I don't know when the war of resistance between me and my homework became fierce. There was a flash of excitement in my haggard eyes, and I rubbed my dark eyes. I was about to get up when the cell phone next to me rang "Ding Dong", so I didn't have to guess, and I didn't know when the class representative forgot to leave his homework.

World War II broke out.

So, I sat down at the "lovely and hateful" desk again, and my homework seemed to be full of energy, ready to fight with me to the end. Finally, after I cleaned the papers and exercise books, I dragged my tired body and walked to the bed step by step.

Eradicate the grass-uproot it

Just as I was about to lie in bed, my mother grabbed me. So English is sending videos again. I had no choice but to get up and shoot a video. At the end of the video, the time on my mobile phone has been displayed for the next day. That's why I walked firmly to the bed and thought: No one can stop my "sleeping dream". At this time, I suddenly found that the farthest distance in time is the distance between me and the bed.

My first day of writing troubles 2 "Look! Why did you step back this time? How long did you play during the summer vacation? Do you often steal mobile phones ... "

Mom nagged again, alas, my head is big! My brain hurts!

Since the last final exam, my mother has been nagging more and more, always saying a few words-

"Play, kui you still play! Have you no idea? Read a book! " "Why are there so many correction tapes on the homework? Do you feel comfortable with a few scars on your face? Can't you use it? " How many points did others score? Sooner or later, there will be a drag. How to learn? ……"

Because I was dumped by a person for eight points in the last final exam, my mother was very angry and kept repeating this topic, which bound me like a spell. Sometimes I am as hot as fire, but I am overwhelmed by my mother's words.

I still remember when I was a child, my mother always scolded me when I made mistakes, and then gently pinched my little face. At worst, she just hit me hard with a twig. Of course, she won't say anything afterwards. She always gently touches the place where I was beaten, and then helps me wipe away the tears left on my face.

Every time I think of this memory, my heart is full of joy, but now it is impossible.

When I was a child, I expected to grow up, and when I grew up, I expected to get smaller. This seems contradictory, but it is not contradictory at all. Because when we were young, we didn't understand this big book in the world, just like a blank sheet of paper, and we didn't know the troubles when we grew up; When I grow up, this piece of white paper is full of words about the world, and I am gradually oppressed by all kinds of troubles in my life, but I am unable to resist.

I watched a table of exercises and couldn't help sighing. I'm just a kid!

Yes, we are just children! Even if the social competition is fierce now, we should not take part in it. Can't you develop it yourself? Do we have to cultivate learning machines like this? In these troubles, I have struggled and resisted, but I can't get out of this maze of troubles.

Parents, please let go! I hope we are well-intentioned, but blindly hoping that we will become learning machines will only stifle our creativity. We don't want to be your captive birds, please let us fly to this world! Instead of always paving the way for you!

Think about my troubles. I am a sunny little boy. I have a caring mother, grandparents who love me so much, and a kind teacher. My grades are not bad. What am I worried about? Although I have maternal love, I have lacked paternal love since I was ten years old.

At that time, the images often appeared clearly in front of my eyes. Because mom and dad have different personalities, they quarrel every day, which has a bad influence on me. From the beginning of being sensible, I began to convince my parents. I always say to my mother, "Mom, please leave me alone!" " As the saying goes: Take a step back and broaden the horizon. "Mother said very sternly," no, why didn't he take a step back and ask me? "I also advised my father to say,' Dad, hold on a little longer and calm down', and don't be unreasonable. If you really love me, don't argue with your mother! "But my advice is always useless. They are still in a "war" all day. It really makes me sad to see such angry words. In this way, the atmosphere at home became stiff, and my repeated advice was useless. They started the "cold war" again, without asking each other, and barely spoke for a day. Finally, at the extreme of the war, my mother filed for divorce. In this way, mom and dad divorced. Since then, I have been living with my mother, my father has also gone to other places, and my mother has also worked outside. Only my grandma and grandpa take care of me at home, and my mother only goes home at night. In this way, my life is very lacking in fatherly love. Whenever I walk home from school alone, I see something else. My friends and parents go home laughing together, but my eyes are moist. They are so happy! I am very eager for mom and dad to make up. Only in this way can we form a warm and harmonious family. Dad, come back! Mom, forgive dad!

From the day I graduated from primary school, there was always an indescribable excitement in my heart, always thinking of one sentence: "I am going to be a junior high school student." With a little excitement and a little anxiety, I finally stepped into the door of junior high school, which means that I have grown up, and it also means that I want to open my ideal door, the door of youth, and travel in the world of flower season.

I have always thought that junior high school life is happy, the door of junior high school is the door of happiness, and the door of youth is the door of openness, but this is not the case. There are many sad hurdles at the entrance of junior high school, and there are countless gloomy clouds at the entrance of youth. When I first went there, I seemed helpless, so I sought the light. And when I think back to my junior high school years, I can't help shouting, "No, I don't want to grow up!" " "But how can it be up to you? Trouble, it's all trouble. What should I do?

The trouble of learning

Every day, teachers will teach new lessons, and it is very important to review what they have learned and preview new knowledge after class. After returning home, my first task is to finish countless homework assigned by my teacher. Work hard, struggle ... In the dead of night, all the lights around are out, but the lights in my room are still on. At this time, my sister, who is in the second grade of primary school, has slept for more than 2 hours. Looking up at the time again, it's already midnight. I think that today's political history teacher will have a new lesson, and I have to preview it quickly. I was relieved and excited: "It's finally finished." My arm was numb for a long time, but I was happy. I made another plan: preview politics first, and then preview history and geography after getting up at 5: 30 tomorrow ... Time passed, and I finally ended my day's study and fell asleep, vaguely. I seem to hear singing in my sleep, and I am in a daze in my dream. I listened carefully. It was an alarm clock. "Alas ... it's time to get up again." I sighed, got dressed and started a new day of study and life.

This is me who doesn't have enough time. I don't know if the old man can slow down. Give me more time to review my lessons. Every time I come home from school, I think, "What should I do? Is there any way for me to study more? I sighed again ... suddenly I heard a sentence: "Time is like water in a sponge. If you are squeezed, you will always be squeezed out. "Oh, I see. I should do this. I believe I can do it. You see, what a nuisance, as long as we solve it with our heart, there is nothing wrong with it.

Developmental pain

Grow up, grow up and mature day by day, and be stricter about what you do. I am a very strict person, but sometimes I will encounter helplessness and embarrassment.

A few days before school started, I was full of confidence. The teacher asked me to check my homework and sign up, but at this moment, I was in trouble: the day after signing up, a parent came to school and scolded me as soon as he entered our classroom, which made me have no time to respond. It turned out that her children didn't finish their homework and I didn't sign up, so she came to me. I finally realized that it was her fault, especially the child's fault, but I couldn't accept it anyway. I kept asking myself: Am I really wrong? At this point, teachers and classmates are comforting, but I still have a lingering fear and can't calm down.

When I got home, my father said, "Son, it's right for you to be in charge, but you ..." After that, my mood was very unstable. Am I really wrong? I don't know how many times I asked myself, and I don't know how many times I cried. I'm really unwilling. It's been so long, and my heart is still not well. Do I have to pay for my growth? If so, I'd rather not knock on the door of youth. But it is too late after all, because my "total dream" has added the first shadow to my growth. What should I do? I'm worried.

In this predicament, I walked feebly and reluctantly, and then I thought: How can life be smooth sailing without ups and downs? No cross, no crown. How many setbacks have I suffered? Is this my character? No, I will definitely get out of this troubled shadow and return to the confident and sunny me before.

Seeing this topic, my mind went blank. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't have troubles, but that I have too many troubles to count. I'm just afraid there is not enough paper, so I'd better choose one!

Because of the fear of heat, it finally broke out about a week after school started. I can't stand sticky hair standing on my face, and I can't stand bangs in sweat, like a bald man, so I had an idea, "I want a haircut!" " "

So, as soon as school was over, I took a short step to the barber shop. As my hair fell to the ground, my hairstyle actually changed from bobo head to little Yisa's hairstyle, and it was shorter than that. Actually, I didn't feel anything at that time, I just didn't expect it, but two days later, ...

As soon as I entered the classroom door, Li Guo stared at me in surprise and said, "How did you become a boy?" After listening to his words, I felt so uncomfortable that I even had the heart to strangle him. After class, I drew a lot of "circles" on the ground, and I was still chanting: "Draw a circle to curse you, boy."

But I later found out that not only Li Guo said so, but many people also said so. Do not believe, you look down.

Situation 1: Today, the weather is crisp and the autumn is crisp, and I am in a particularly good mood, because my mother said that she would invite me to have a rub, hehe. Who knows, something unexpected happened. My mother had a flat tire and I had to repair it. While mending a tire, an aunt chatted with her mother for a while. She smiled and pointed at me and said, "Is this your son?" As soon as her voice fell, my good mood vanished. Gee, is there a beautiful boy like me in this world? Hey hey, narcissism, don't take it to heart. )

Situation 2: On Tuesday, I asked a boy for his geography homework. He didn't give it to me, and said that my hairstyle was so handsome that I looked like a boy. Suddenly, I felt a row of crows flying overhead. At that time, I thought: Why did I become a representative of geography class? I really want to become a rogue, beat you up, beat you up and kick you out of the galaxy!

Look, this is my problem. Now, I want to tell the world loudly that Wang is a boy, oh no, it is a girl!

My troubles I don't have any special troubles, but the teachers in that school have a lot of homework.

In the next semester of grade five, from Monday to Friday, after the first class in the afternoon, the teacher will assign homework. There are actually five papers and three compositions. There is only one article in Chinese, two in mathematics and four in English. This is the most homework since grade one to grade five! Some students let out a cry and the teacher added some math newspapers to them. Those people are desperate. I thought it would take 15 minutes to write a paper, but things didn't go so smoothly. When I got home, I began to write. I just finished writing two English articles from four to five forty-five. At this time, I was very depressed, and I kept complaining in my heart: "Why is there so much homework this time?" After dinner, I looked at what I would do tomorrow. There are extracurricular classes in the morning and afternoon, even on Sunday afternoon.

By 8: 30 in the evening, I had finished writing English and two compositions, which was so irritating. The term is not over yet, and there are still four weeks to calculate. So, I'm going to save it for writing. On Sunday night, after-school classes are all over, so it's time to do homework. After reading it, there is still one composition, two maths, four Chinese and two maths until nine o'clock. By this time, I was crazy enough to cry. Suddenly the phone rang, and it was a classmate who wanted homework. Since he asked me about my homework, it means that he didn't finish it either, so he thought of it here. I just keep writing. At 10: 30 in the evening, after writing the last thought question, I looked outside and it was all dark. I didn't even think about it, just waiting for tomorrow. ...

The first thing the teacher will do on Monday is to say, "Check your deskmate's homework and stand up before you finish it." Always like this. First, I have a lot of homework, then I write late, and then I check at the same table. It's annoying every day, but it goes on. How can you stand it?

My troubles since ancient times, many scholars, people with lofty ideals, ordinary people and heroes have been disturbed by troubles.

"People are thinner than yellow flowers" makes them haggard,

"There are frozen bones on the road" makes Shaoling sad.

"Reviving the Han Dynasty and Returning to the Old Capital" made Kong Ming sigh at night.

I also have my own troubles, and its source is the spiritual harbor where the soul is parked.

Between a blank and a mess, most of the cardamom years are wasted in stranded feelings and numb homework, and the rest are filled with various things at home.

On the surface, the family eats at a table in a friendly way, but they are afraid that a tiny spark explosion will tear their throats, and "click, click" the tears that keep dripping in the bowl. If you put it in your mouth, swallow it and chew it, you won't taste salty.

Looking through the house and outside, I can't find a few photos of the whole family. The pleasant scenery is in sharp contrast with the unnatural posture. Once upon a time, those smiling faces became affected in the churning sea of memories.

One night, we couldn't stand each other any longer. The secret that we thought only the night could cover up had already got into our ears and crashed into our eyes. In breaking the quiet noise and unintentional curses, I looked at my tears in the mirror with pity. When the night enveloped the world again, I ignored the heat of midsummer and resolutely hid under the bed, perhaps just to heal a little pain.

The next day came step by step, and everything was like a dream, which never happened. Everyone pretended as if nothing had happened, but their eyes were hard, their eyes were red and their heads were empty.

Seeing the clothes I like, I turned my head and said to my mother, "Not suitable for students." When I came to another store, I flipped through the sign hanging on the back of my skirt and sighed, "How expensive!" "But I still walked into the dressing room under the guidance of my aunt. After putting it on, I turned many times and forced a smile. Finally, I walked home with a big bag on my back and a numb face, feeling empty in my hand.

If life is a piece of jasper, is trouble a flaw? If life is a beautiful article, is trouble a failure? If life is a long scroll, is trouble a point?

"Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward." I hope my troubles are just a memory.

My troubles are like flaws in jade; Like dust in your hair; Like a dark cloud covering the sun. ...

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When it comes to worrying, I feel bored and my brain is buzzing. Just like the Monkey King was cursed by the Tang Priest, he could only roll around.

"Look at your math, you like English and Chinese, and you have caused serious partiality." Early in the morning, my "Tang priest" mother has begun to practice her "mantra": "Can't you learn Xu, be conscious!" "I don't think so. Everyone has his own personality. When they are connected, they are personalities. Your personality is split ... ""You argue irrationally ". For such a situation, I dare to be angry and dare not speak! If we continue, I'm afraid we can only eat "shredded bamboo shoots". I had to be silent and listen to her scolding.

My mother is very proud: "today's homework: two papers on mathematical application, high scores in unit 3 and unit 4 and general education." Before I do it, look at the examples … "Look, I'm going to swim in the ocean of problems again. I was dreaming, and suddenly my mother "attacked" again: "If I don't go up and do it, China people will arrange it." I was so scared that I ran to the second floor. After I went up, my mother also came to the second floor. I was in a daze and caught off guard, so she had to do the problem obediently to avoid being recited again.

My mother's "spell" made me miserable. I got 9 1 in the final exam next semester. Five points, two points less than Xu. Not a day goes by when my mother doesn't assign homework. Dear mom, will you stop comparing yourself with your neighbors? It will never be "nine Niu Yi hairs, thousands of miles away". The Tang Priest didn't say a spell, but the Monkey King was still able to go to heaven and enter the earth, with seventy-two changes. Please believe me, I will be excellent! Please give me some space to breathe freely!