Please listen to me essay

Please listen to me. Composition Part 1

Teacher, please listen to me. When you handed out the exam papers, my heart was as heavy as your face. I didn't mean to make you angry by failing in the exam. In fact, I know all these questions. I was just too careless during the exam and accidentally wrote the wrong answer. I also feel very regretful.

Teacher, please listen to me. When you are angry, the atmosphere in the entire classroom becomes very solemn, like the low pressure that the natural teacher said, making us unable to breathe. We all dare not speak loudly for fear of adding fuel to your fire. Everyone was in a bad mood, as if a typhoon was coming and a disaster was imminent.

Teacher, please listen to me. I love hearing your stories. When you told the historical stories about the corruption of the Qing Dynasty, invasion by foreign powers and the Anti-Japanese War, we couldn't stop after listening to two lectures. I really hope that I can listen to these historical stories all at once, and I hope it would be great if we could listen to stories in class!

Teacher, please listen to me. I know you taught us very hard and put a lot of effort into us. Although there are always a few black sheep in the class who like to be naughty and make you angry, most students are actually good and obedient children, but sometimes we can't control the noise, and we regret it afterwards.

Teacher, please listen to me. I will study hard, listen to your words, and be a useful person in society in the future. I will also advise those students who are disobedient. I ask them to correct themselves and stop making the teacher angry. I hope that the whole class will unite and strive to make the teacher happy, then we will have endless stories to listen to, the whole classroom will be happy and harmonious, and the teacher will always smile. Please listen to me, Part 2 of the Composition

From the swaddling baby to the babbling children, to the bright-eyed teenagers, time is passing by in seconds, tick, tick, tick. Time, please listen to me, walk slower.

Dad said that when I was little, I always liked to lie in his arms. I would cry incessantly in other people's arms, but as soon as I got into my father's arms, I would burst into laughter and then slowly fall asleep. Time, please listen to me, stop at this moment. How much I want to lie in my father's arms all the time, how safe I feel.

Ever since I can remember, I have loved riding on my father’s shoulders, as if I could fly high. When I was older, my father would carry me on his back. Then, I put my little hand in Dad's big hand and walked slowly. By now, I can run side by side with my dad. Time, please listen to me, I want to go back to my carefree childhood.

I vaguely remember that there were flocks of white peace doves in Jin'eshan Park in the past. Every time I go to the nearby store to buy a bag of food, pour a little out and put it on my hand, white pigeons will come and peck at my hand, making it itchy. Some of them are afraid of strangers, and they are so swaying that they don’t dare to come forward. They are really cute. After feeding, I will go home satisfied. But now, I have never seen those watery little white pigeons again. I watched helplessly as the blue sky gradually became filled with haze, and the gurgling creek changed from clear to turbid. Time, please listen to me, please turn back time and give me a piece of pure nature.

When simple addition and subtraction turns into complex geometry, simple and smooth poetry turns into obscure classical Chinese, and relaxed play turns into busy study.

When you see the first white hair on your mother’s head, when you see your father’s straight back beginning to bend, when you see the fine lines that appear in the corners of your parents’ eyes when they smile, when you see yourself healthy and safe. growing up. Time, please listen to me, you are moving away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time, please listen to me. If you insist on leaving, I will no longer keep you. But I will cherish it and not waste every inch of time. Please listen to me, Composition Part 3

Friend, listen to me, life is like a poem and a song; it is both sad and full of joy. Please don't be overly sad about temporary failures, and don't be hesitant about small mistakes.

Friend, listen to me, life is like a five-flavor bottle, including sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and astringent; it has never just been a colorful dream, a flower of honor, a cup of success. Smile, it will have sour tears, furrowed brows, wandering footsteps, heartbroken bitter wine?

Friend, listen to me, when you encounter difficulties on the road of life, setbacks are , may you hold up the sail of life with faith, swim upstream, and never stop sailing. Because people need faith in their lives, and only firm faith can nourish the will to live and show the charm of life; with faith, life can have a hard skeleton, bulging skin, and boiling blood; with faith, life can have A firm pace and a vigorous fight.

Friend, may you use your faith to hold up the sail of life, swim against the current, and never stop sailing. Faith is a sharp sword that will penetrate the years of depression around you; it is the source of your strength and inspires you to bravely lift the heavy track of life. Mr. Lu Xun once said: A truly strong person should face the great misfortune of life with a hundredfold courage. The American poet Whitman also sang a philosophical poem to us: "Life is hard work, death is harvest." ?

Friends, let us greet the setbacks in life with a warm smile! Let us use a hundredfold courage to overcome all misfortunes!

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