A 600-word narrative about my troubles

5 narrative essays of 600 words on my troubles

It is impossible for a person to be without troubles, just like when the sun is shining, there will inevitably be temporary clouds. So you might as well talk about your troubles first and vent them. Below is a 600-word example of a narrative about my troubles that I have collected for you. I hope you like it. A 600-word narrative about my troubles Part 1

Speaking of troubles, I have countless. If I were to count from childhood, by now, it should be as big as an entire sky. Adults say that children are carefree, but do you know how much trouble we have? I don’t think any parent knows, so let me talk about my troubles!

Trouble 1: I hit anyone even if I don’t want to. I have been teased a lot, almost every day. Oh, how miserable. Speaking of which, you will definitely become suspicious. Did I do something to offend them? No, I don’t know why. It’s probably because they think I’m easy to bully. Once, another person came to tease me. First he pulled my hair, and then he pulled my hair. My poor hair! Why is it so miserable! I hit him on the shoulder with a "pop" sound, "Wow! Help! What are you doing?" "What are you doing? Huh, why are you so embarrassed to ask me? When you pulled my hair just now "What have you thought about?" After hearing what I said, he walked away timidly. This is my trouble. I beat anyone even if I don’t want to. (Let me declare that this lady is not someone to be trifled with)

Troubles 2: Even if I get angry at school, I still have to get angry with my cousin when I get home. Hey, talking about my cousin, I really don’t want to deal with him. He bullies the younger ones every day, either beating me or scolding me. It’s no wonder. Who knew he came from the countryside, so he beat me once? I can't even fight back. If I fight back and my mother finds out, I will die without a burial place. In Bobai, no matter what my cousin does, my mother will never scold him, she will only scold me. How sad! It's not fair! (Cousin, cousin, stop bullying the young) My Troubles Narrative 600 words Part 2

Some people say that children are carefree and happy. But how do those people know that children also have troubles?

My problem is my poor memory. In fact, strictly speaking, my poor memory only applies to one aspect, and that is memorizing ancient poems. Seeing this, do you want to say: The ancient poem only has a few lines, and the text is much longer than the ancient poem. How is that possible? However, it takes me longer to memorize ancient poems than to memorize a text. Now, let me tell you about my troubles: poor memory - memorizing ancient poems.

I remember that during the summer vacation of my first grade, my mother bought me a book called Three Hundred Tang Poems. She gave me time to read the back and said that I was about to learn ancient poetry. I nodded and looked at my mother’s expectant eyes. Next, pick up the book when you have time.

At first, I recited it fluently, and I quickly finished reciting the first few poems. However, I forgot the previous ones as I carried them on my back. I was about to recite them all over again, but my There was no memory left in my mind at all. It doesn't usually take me this long to memorize a text. But there is no other way but to start all over again. After going through all kinds of hardships, I finally reached the top of the mountain and saw the light of day. However, the relaxed mood did not last for twelve hours. I just fell asleep and forgot all the ancient poems I had memorized. At that time, I couldn't help but want to throw the book. I yelled, "What are these? I won't memorize them anymore." But I didn't dare, so I had no choice but to continue carrying it again. In this way, I returned to the starting point and continued to climb the mountain.

Seeing this, you may want to say, maybe you are just still young. However, I can tell you for sure that I feel the same way now.

Hey, tell me, why do I have such troubles? My Troubles Narrative 600 words Part 3

Time flies, time flies like an arrow. The naughty kid back then has grown into a strong young man. As I get older, there are more and more growing pains, like big rocks, weighing on my heart.

Nowadays, adults always compare their children with other people’s children, causing the confidence of the children being compared to be severely damaged. And I am no exception. My parents always compare me with the best students in the class, as if any good grades are not worth mentioning in their eyes.

I remember that after a final exam the year before last, I got my paper and was suddenly surprised to find that I scored 93 points in Chinese and 100 points in mathematics.

At this time, I felt an unprecedented joy in my heart.

As soon as school was over, I couldn't restrain my excitement. I ran back home at the speed of an arrow, and quickly took the paper to report the good news to my mother. My eyes became slits, the corners of my mouth raised high, and I said triumphantly: "Mom, I scored 93 points in Chinese and 100 points in math!" "Really?" Mom asked dubiously. I took the paper and showed it to my mother, and she believed it. "Okay, you did well in the exam!" "No, I am second in the class!" Something unexpected happened. Mom's face suddenly turned cloudy, and she said with a straight face: "Second in the class? Second in the class?" "Who is it?" "Xiao Song, he is two points higher than me!" Mom said angrily: "I thought you got the first place for me! Look at Xiao Song, he is first in the class and has good habits. Well, I am praised by the teacher every day, and every time I hold a parent-teacher meeting, how glorious my parents are. Look..." I thought I would get some praise, but what I didn't expect was a verbose sermon. I was really "dumb" Eating Huang Lian will make you unspeakably miserable!”

This is my growing pains! well! My Troubles Narrative, 600 Words Part 4

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and in a blink of an eye, I entered the life of junior high school. There are more courses, heavier study tasks, and my worries are also coming. It’s so stressful that I can’t breathe... Originally, I would always play outside every Friday to relax myself. Intense study life. But now, homework has become the protagonist, learning has replaced play, and knowledge has drained happiness. This is not to say that I don’t like learning, but the endless writing and calculation is really boring. I have always believed that "happiness is the greatest thing in life", but now I have to believe that "learning is the most important thing in life". The reason is hard to describe, but of course it was mainly the pressure from my mother...

One day, after I finished my homework, I turned on the computer and started playing. I was having a good time, as if I had become one of them. However, my mother came over and turned off the computer at lightning speed. I was very angry. My mood at this time can really be described as "I was leaning on the railing with my head full of anger". I asked her: "Why did you turn off the computer? Didn't you see that I was playing?" Unexpectedly, my mother was calm and said plausibly: "You are already in the first grade of junior high school. You need to study more. This is not elementary school." "I wanted to retort and vent my anger. It can be seen that my mother had a sullen expression on her face and had swallowed what she said, so she had no choice but to study obediently. In the evening, I had carefully finished the homework left by the teacher's mother. I thought about playing games for a while, and then asked to play on the computer again. Thinking that I have studied hard, I should be able to play for a while, right? But my mother said: "Have you finished studying? Have you taken it seriously? There is no end to learning, and there is no end to learning? Have you previewed and reviewed? Have you written the questions? Have you checked your homework? It's better to stick to your duties and don't waste your good work. Time is wasting away on this. We still count on you, so don’t go down our old path again! "I am very reluctant, but when it comes to this, what can I do if I am reluctant? All I can do is study. Sometimes, I was reading Chinese and foreign classics, and my mother saw it and snatched the book away. Then, he took out a book with detailed explanations of textbooks and asked me to do the questions. In fact, my mother originally approved of me reading books, but when I entered the first grade of junior high school, I was not allowed to read any books, except for books related to exams, let alone comic books and the like. When I entered junior high school, my mother enrolled me in a New Concept English class. When I first started studying, I thought it was easy to learn, but then I got into trouble as I continued to study. I had to listen to the teacher give homework every Wednesday. Originally, I had more homework on Wednesdays, which really added fuel to the fire! Every Sunday is supposed to be a day of relaxation, but I have to drag my feet to learn English in the morning. Sometimes I also have to learn to play table tennis on Saturday mornings. It’s really exhausting!

This is my trouble. Do you have such trouble? 600-word Narrative of My Troubles Part 5

I looked at the figure outside the glass door for a long time, silently...

My father is a businessman. He is always busy and always outside. , go home very late. When I was in elementary school, I would fall asleep every night before he came home.

Nowadays, I often write homework until late at night, and I can always wait until my father comes home.

However, the companionship of my father that I looked forward to when I was a child has now become a kind of worry:

"Ah, hello, Mr. Wang, the goods have been delivered this time..." It's almost late at night, He was still talking on the phone as if no one was watching, and the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very energetic and kept talking to him. At that time, I was thinking hard about each essay and racking my brains to solve the puzzling math problems, but my thoughts were always interrupted by the sound of the phone. The noise outside the window is getting lower and lower, and the car lights on Xiyou Road are getting darker and darker, but the shadows of the homework books piled aside to be written can still block the light of the desk lamp. In this way, I spent one night after another, but his phone kept ringing. At times, he would even angrily argue with the person on the other end of the phone. The noise caused by my father finally became unbearable for me.

"Are you finished? Are you making noise on the phone every day?" My father looked at me in surprise and nodded to me, but he turned around and continued his unfinished phone call. . "Just live with your phone and your business!" I ran back to the room and locked the door. Angry, thinking that if he called again, he would smash his phone; wronged, tears fell down his face.

My outbreak seemed to be effective. The phone did not ring in the next few nights, and I concentrated on studying.

But I never thought about how my father continued to discuss business at night.

That night, the math questions were "abnormal". I finally finished most of them, but I couldn't figure out the last question. After seeking help from my mother to no avail, I looked for my father, but couldn't find him. Finally, in a corner of the balcony, on a chair abandoned by everyone, I found him talking on the phone.

The glass door of the balcony blocked his voice, so I could study quietly and focused. But the glass door also blocked the warmth in the room. In the early spring when the warmth turned cold, he was undoubtedly going to be cold, but the glass door could not stop his dedication to his family and his tolerance to me. He still worked hard to create a beautiful environment for us. Better life.

My troubles are like a stone, and my father carried it for me. But who can help him move away the huge rocks on his body? ...

"Dad!" Mist gathered in my eyes, "Come in the house!"