What poems are there to express disappointment in someone?

1. I turned my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.

2. If life is just like first sight, why worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind?

I don't know if Silong hates Mandy.

I know that I have been in love for a long time, and the dust in the past is not colorful.

Family ties have been idle since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

6. The past is empty and still like a dream.

7. Be there or be square, look heartless.

8. When everyone has left and recovered, you will never come back.

9. You can't teach a boy, but you can't carve a rotten piece of wood.

10. I miss you very much in the Spring and Autumn Night, and I feel lonely when I see the embroidered screen.

A sad thing, write 600 words.

A sad thing is that on a sunny morning, I let my dog "Xiao Huang" play as usual. When I left, I never forgot to make out with him and occasionally told him, "Xiao Huang should go home early! Don't let the host worry, good! " Then I went to school happily with my schoolbag on my back and humming a ditty.

After school, I can't wait to get home and open the door.

Huh? Why didn't Xiao Huang wait for me at the door? My heart thumped. I dropped my schoolbag and searched the whole room, but I didn't see it.

I was so anxious that I stumbled out of the house and rushed downstairs, regardless of grandma's advice.

My eyes are eagerly looking for it, and I will not let go of every corner in the grass, flower beds and trees.

Finally, I sat on the grass exhausted and depressed.

"I won't lose it, it will definitely come back!" I've been comforting myself.

It is getting dark, so I have to go home.

At the moment I opened the door, I wanted to "Xiao Huang" to run over, hold my legs tightly with two front feet, look at me with teasing eyes, and then tell me, "Is the master in a hurry?" Is hide-and-seek fun? I'm teasing you! "I didn't know I was daydreaming until I calmed down.

This night trouble sleeping. As long as I hear something outside the door, I will get up and have a look, but I am disappointed every time.

From then on, no matter where I saw this yellow dog, I would stare at it and think of me playing with Huang Xiao.

I can't help but feel distressed.

How time flies! Like running water, "Flower" has passed, but it has not diluted my yearning for "Xiao Huang" at all.

Come back, Xiao Huang. You have become a friend in my heart and spent a wonderful time with me.

Misunderstanding composition 600 words

Life is happy, but there will inevitably be some misunderstandings and episodes in a happy life.

My mother's birthday is coming. I started preparing early, the house was decorated, the cake was bought by myself, and some children were invited.

I had a good time with my friends. They all laughed. My parents took good care of us.

I'm still very excited when all my friends are gone, jumping up and down in the room.

After cleaning, my parents are sitting in the living room.

I pestered my mother and asked questions.

She watched TV and responded to me without saying a word.

Finally, my clingy makes my mother very tired. She shouted, "Go and play by yourself! You play crazy all noon, and we'll clean up all noon! Is this my birthday? ! "I froze, the in the mind very grievance.

To celebrate her birthday, I ... my mother's words hurt me.

Tears rolled out as soon as my nose ached.

Mom hates me crying, and the fire is even bigger: "Why are you crying? After playing for so long, this birthday is my Labor Day, right? " How can mom say that? The taste in my heart, guilt and injustice, anger and regret, like being spicy to my throat, let out a vague sob.

I ran back to the house like an escape and threw myself on the bed.

I wanted to make my mother happy birthday, but I was attracted by a sentence like "Labor Day". My heart was torn in two, and I cried silently.

I really want to make my mother happy! I thought about it and blamed my mother, but I still couldn't help blaming myself: yes, I didn't really help my mother celebrate her birthday, but it increased her workload and made her more tired.

I thought about it and fell asleep ... after that misunderstanding, my mind began to grow up slowly, and I became more and more considerate of others. I always cared about people around me, but I still paid little attention to my parents.

I think I'm used to accepting their love! Whenever I have an argument with my parents, my heart is surprisingly calm and I know right from wrong.

But out of my willfulness, I will still be duplicitous, defending myself with my mouth, but criticizing myself with my heart.

That little misunderstanding, after a sleep, was nothing, but my heart began to change. ...

The first composition is about 600 words.

Narrative lyric.

It's best to be disappointed, depressed, ...

Time flies, suddenly looking back, I have lived in the primary school campus for nearly six years, and I can't help feeling sorry for the past.

Countless firsts on the road of life, like undulating waves, ripple in my heart.

It is so kind and familiar, and it is so beautiful and harmonious.

I can't forget my first performance on stage.

That was when I first went on stage when I was five years old. Before going on stage, I felt uneasy and could never adjust my mood.

The performance began, and the intense spotlight came down directly, just like a pair of sharp eyes, staring at me out of breath.

I'm more nervous.

Seeing the eyes of so many people gathered on me, I was so anxious that I suddenly forgot my movements and stood next to the curtain.

At that moment, the music I heard was like a galloping wild horse, buzzing; The spotlight is a sharp arrow, which goes deep into my heart.

Fortunately, at this moment, the teacher has been encouraging me by the curtain and whispering, "You can do it!" " I took a deep breath and soon calmed down.

I walked onto the stage with a smile and confidence.

As soon as I took the stage, I felt like I was in a pool of clear water, my body became so stretched, and every movement I jumped was so skillful and natural.

Music is like a gurgling stream, and the spotlight is like a warm sun.

My dance is like a proud white swan swimming on the lake; Like a ray of pure sunshine, clean and warm; More like a vibrant sunflower, it is trying to grow upward.

Finally, I retired to the applause of the audience.

Afterwards, I kept thinking: having confidence may not be successful.

However, if you have confidence, there is hope of success.

Self-confidence is the wing that flies to the blue sky, and the paddle that sails far and wide.

At any time, self-confidence will help you reach the other side of success.

Make yourself a confident person! When I fell in love for the first time, she taught me the secret of success: full of self-confidence, like budding out of the ground, she gave me upward strength.

Fix it yourself.

At that moment, I tasted disappointment.

What is it like to grow up? This is a free exercise with no standard answer.

The answer I gave is: the taste of growing up is like the taste of life.

It's the five-flavored bottle that was knocked over in the kitchen.

There are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, which are the epitome of life.

In the process of growing up, I also tasted and understood life ... In the process of growing up, I kept in touch with new things.

This kind of growth has honed us in different cities with time and time, and sent me on a journey towards society.

It constantly brings me difficulties. It allows me to face new things that I have never faced before, solve problems independently, get rid of my parents' umbrella and solve difficulties alone.

When these problems have just arrived, when I face all kinds of problems for the first time, there will always be a little fear and helplessness in my heart.

At the same time, growing up has brought me difficulties.

This feeling is like every time I take a bite of Chili sauce, it comes into my stomach with the spicy feeling of Chili.

What is hot is the panic and fear in my heart at the moment when difficulties come.

When I overcame the difficulties, I encountered a panic and fear. When I finally had the courage to face the difficulties, I found myself at a loss.

I feel trapped in a huge maze and don't know the direction to go.

However, I have no choice but to move forward.

Unexplained anxiety, confusion and fear of losing direction all converge into a feeling: it's like biting down, but not a sweet orange, but a lemon.

That kind of acid does not come from the moment when the tip of the tongue touches lemon juice, but from the bottom of my heart, from the deepest part of my heart.

This sour feeling is a mixture of confusion and anxiety.

Acid is anxiety and confusion when facing difficulties but unable to solve them.

The power of acid spread throughout my body and penetrated into every cell of my body.

When this acid strength entered my nasal cavity, I felt that the Great Wall collapsed in half, and this acid strength washed away all my defense lines.

My cheeks are dripping with crystal tears, which is a broken line of defense.

When they flow into my mouth, I know another taste of growing up-salty.

They enter my mouth and flow into my body.

I indulged them to my heart's content, letting them constantly grab windows from my eyes, wash my cheeks, baptize my mouth and soak the cells in my body.

What is salty is the cost of failure in the face of difficulties and the taste when the inner defense line is broken.

Enough crying, wake up, tell yourself to stand up again, tell yourself not to lose, and be strong.

Therefore, it is difficult to look directly at it.

Search carefully, think carefully and experiment patiently.

I failed again and again and had to start over.

It won't stop, just mechanical tests again and again.

No more crying, only encouraging myself again and again, saying to myself again and again: "You can't lose, you must work hard!" " "There is no other feeling, people are numb.

There is no taste, only endless pain.

This kind of bitterness is worse than coptis chinensis, and only one person can taste it.

Bitterness is the only taste that lasts forever on the road to solving difficulties.

Sunshine is always after the storm: how can you see the rainbow without experiencing the storm? Only then did I deeply understand the meaning of these words.

These words come out of my mouth at the moment, and there is no smell of standing and talking.

After experiencing spicy, sour, salty and bitter, I tasted the last taste-sweet, sweeter than honey.

Perhaps this is the most authentic and essential taste of growth-sweetness.

I'm glad I didn't choose to give up after I tasted all the spicy, sweet, sour and bitter.

In that case, I may never taste the sweetness and never know the real answer to growth and the real taste of life. ...

Failure is also a beautiful composition of 600 words.

Failure is also beautiful. Some people fail and never recover. Someone boldly declared: "Failure is the beginning of success!" "Some people are blocked by boulders, and some people regard boulders as a ladder to forge ahead.

Some people lament the cold of winter and the passage of time, while others chant, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is that there is no courage to overcome failure. Some people hate failure, but they don't know that failure is also beautiful.

Failure is like a big stick. When you get a "blow on the head", don't lose heart and get depressed. Instead, we should renew our fighting spirit, keep exploring and work hard.

I remember that I graduated from primary school and entered junior high school. Because I didn't adapt to the teaching methods in middle schools, my grades were always poor.

After several big exams, my grades have been good, but I fell behind in the middle and low classes. Suddenly, I fell into a deep valley of disappointment, feeling that the sky is no longer so blue, the grass is no longer so green, the campus life is no longer so colorful, and I even lost interest in learning.

Moping all day.

Then one day when I was reading a book, I saw a sentence: "Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is that you lose confidence from now on ..." This sentence made me think.

I thought: "only cowards regard failure as an insurmountable obstacle, and warriors regard failure as a ladder to progress." I began to work hard to analyze the reasons for the failure of the exam. "

So, facing the bright sunshine, I smiled and laughed. Failure is not terrible, and setbacks will not knock me down. They are just necessary storms on the road to growth.

With them, our growth path will not be too smooth and lose fun, and the fun of growth will be found in failure.

"Failure is the mother of success.

"Because of the lessons of failure, success can make you happier.

Let's face failure and greet success with a smile.

After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim.

Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers.

Climb to the top of the mountain with blue sky, white clouds and mountains at your feet.

In this world, the road of life is not smooth sailing, and you can only see the rainbow after experiencing the wind and rain.

The boat of life has just set sail.

The road of life is full of ups and downs.

But I still firmly believe that I can find my own sunshine, because I know that failure is beautiful.

I can't get tired of reading 600-word compositions. I'm anxious.

I have the habit of reading a good book over and over again. What is a good book? I think famous books are good books. I have read many books, including The Wizard of Oz and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, both of which are good books. When I read The Wizard of Oz, I will feel like saving the world. When I read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, I will feel thrilling and tread on thin ice, and I will follow the story. After reading some books, I realized that reading some books once is not enough. I have little desire to open it again. To sum up, classic books are worth reading again. So I think it's best to read classics, because reading classic books can make people learn more knowledge, be more human and make readers think deeply. Great! People say, "reading is like writing." I will extract good words and wonderful fragments, or simply explain the overall meaning and content of the story first, and then write it down in a notebook for reading notes. I think this is very good, it can improve the level of composition, think further and improve the understanding of books. I thank this book for giving me knowledge.

The first frustrated composition is 600 words.

For the first time, I have heard this word countless times, and I have experienced it countless times myself. Everyone has countless firsts, the first time to talk, the first time to eat, the first time to walk ... until now, I still believe that the first time it carries a lot of happiness, happiness, disappointment, sadness ... it has become the best memory.

Grow up slowly, and gradually find that each of us seems to be not avoiding the first time at all, but facing the endless secrets it brings us.

The next second, it may appear in your world for the first time, and it always brings you great surprises.

Watching the sunrise and sunset with hope every day, you may encounter all kinds of misfortunes on the way, but it seems nothing, as if everything has just begun.

If you encounter setbacks for the first time, please don't back down. In your world and mine, setbacks, big and small, may all come from your understanding. You can only choose how to face them and how to solve them without flinching. Maybe you will succeed, because everyone may experience ups and downs, but so what, as long as you have an indomitable determination, you will have succeeded more than half, and the next one.

Facing setbacks for the first time.

The difficulty is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you have no self-confidence and are determined to face them.

If you choose others to help you, they can't help you much when I come. In the end, we have to conquer the world by our own efforts.

I hope everyone can understand this truth, because everyone's dreams are not exactly the same.

You don't have to change yourself for others. You still have to choose your own future path. No one else can do it. So everyone should believe that they can do it, and don't be someone else's body, body double. Everyone is unique and chooses his own life with his own way of life.

Composition, tears of regret, 600 words

When I was leaving, I remembered that I hadn't taken the cup yet. The most important thing is that the quilt is also printed with' Old Village Head Wine'. I hate this kind of thing.

"I said to my mother in a very reproachful tone, so I hurried to look for it, but the reflex arc reacted too fast, but I couldn't find the cup. I'm very worried. At this time, there are some things outside the door that have been made.

Yes, what parents in the world don't love their children? The more I think about it, the more I feel I have gone too far. I cursed myself in my heart. I pushed the cup out, and with a bang, it fell to the ground and the water spilled all over the floor.

"You don't mind, anyway, I don't drink water with anyone this week.

"Actually, I don't want to do this. Damn it, it's Monday. I'm going to school, and the washing is not ready yet.

I packed the towel in a hurry, but immediately I found a cup to hold water, not a thermos cup. The lid was not tightly closed, and I was angry and wronged: "where is my cup?" It's all you. I said I wouldn't let my sister take it, but it was too ugly. It's not that I can't drink water Why did you push it? Although you didn't mean it, the tears kept flowing downwards. It's great now.

Perhaps, tears mean that when you are sad, angry and wronged, you must love your mother very much. When everyone is so happy and excited, do you often inadvertently draw tears on your face? Yesterday morning, I looked for it in a hurry, and when I was about to leave, I remembered that I hadn't taken the cup, but I hurt my mother's heart. It's your fault. Once I made something similar to soap, I saw it at a glance and couldn't get it back.

-Inscription What are tears? I have asked myself this question countless times, so, "I don't want it, so I left a cold sentence," and I went to school.

"Come to school.

Come to school.

So we must believe that our parents will always love us, and we will always love them, and we can't do this anymore; Once you say it, when you are happy and excited, are all those things that are inadvertently scratched on your face tears? Yesterday morning, I couldn't find the lid of the cup. It was Monday, and I had to go to school. The laundry is not ready yet.

I packed my towel in a hurry. Isn't she too afraid that you have no water to drink? Actually, you really are, but the cup can't be found. I'm anxious. At this time, my car waiting outside the door honked again, and I was anxious: I couldn't get the brown shell back.

-Inscription What are tears? I've asked myself this question countless times, soap and so on. I regret it. Can't stand the condemnation of conscience and can't start over. Once you say it, it's yours

"I said," mom didn't do it all for your own good. You didn't cover the cup yourself. Why not blame mom?

In the future, I will never shed such sad tears again.

Suddenly, it's just that sometimes they don't express it in words.

Perhaps, tears are shed when you are sad, I don't care.

My mother took it and pushed it to me. My mother is also in a hurry. Please help me find it quickly.

My mother looked at me stupefied. I don't know how to face her. I'm worried that my confusion will be noticed by her. The closer you get, the deeper you hurt. I regret it.

600-word frustrated composition

The Power of Smiling At night, in my sleep, I saw myself excitedly stepping onto the podium to accept the medal ... The next morning, I really stood there, unexpectedly, but normal, receiving the envious eyes of countless people and happily lifting the gold medal that I missed so much. I smiled, it was a happy smile, a proud smile ... I found my mother smiled too.

This is my first time to take part in the competition. This is a national competition! I walked onto the stage hesitantly, bowed mechanically and introduced myself. I saw serious judges and dark people, and I panicked.

I calmed down and took a deep breath. At this time, my mother smiled at me when she saw me off the court. It was an expectant smile, a loving smile! I suddenly felt a kind of courage, lifted the clarinet with both hands, and combined strength with * * * in beautiful music. As if at that moment, everything and people fell asleep together, and the whole stadium was no longer noisy. It seems that from then on, I got rid of all my troubles and became an eagle flying freely, dancing with the blue sky and white clouds without any worries ... Time always seems to love.

Soon the song was over and people didn't seem to react. After a few seconds, just when I questioned my level, the audience applauded, countless people shouted "OK-",and the judges and teachers all smiled at me. That's a blessing smile! I suddenly feel a warm current flowing all over my body ... whenever I recall this short time, I feel how proud it is! It is those seemingly ordinary smiles that give me the courage to overcome difficulties. I should thank them for their smiles. I want to say to them affectionately: "thank you!" " "You gave me the first success! I will never forget your kind smile! Success is always acquired and gloomy.

The rain poured down.

I stood on the balcony and looked at the lonely sky.

I can't help thinking of that past.

Last semester in the fourth grade, the teacher called me and several classmates to the front and said, "You are going to participate in the school composition contest on behalf of our class.

""oh! " We nodded.

"Pay attention to carefully observe life after class and collect writing materials, so that you will be handy when choosing materials.

The honor of this class depends on your hard work! Work harder for the class.

"I heard that, I feel more responsible in my heart, and I won't let the teacher down.

From that day on, I was stuck every day, reading extracurricular books carefully, observing and pondering the new things around me carefully, taking an active part in various activities, and having the impulse to write.

Rejected an invitation from a classmate and friend to play.

So many people think I am an "iceman" and a "cold-faced man" ... anyway, they all think I am not as approachable as before.

I had the idea of going back on my word, but I was afraid of disappointing the teacher's expectations, so I had to make my classmates cynical.

Isn't that like rain and gray days at this time? On the day of the game, I sat in my seat and felt very uneasy. My hands and feet became heavy, and the air seemed to solidify.

After getting the exam questions, I carefully examined the questions and concentrated on writing. Pieces of text never flowed out of my heart and into my pen ... After writing, I took a long breath and was about to get up and hand in my paper. At this time, the teacher's instructions echoed in my ears. "The honor of this class can be won by your hard work!" I calmed down again and revised it repeatedly.

It's time. I just handed it in ... The composition contest is over.

I can play with my classmates again.

But I still have some worries: what is the result of the composition contest?

Therefore, I will be in a daze from time to time.

The results came out. I won the first prize and joined the literary society.

My efforts were not in vain, and all my classmates congratulated me.

You can finally see the gorgeous rainbow after the rain! As long as you struggle, you will get something.

Therefore, I believe: sunshine is always after the storm, and success is always after the struggle!

600 words on the topic of "accident"

There are too many accidents in this world, and it is precisely because of this that life has become colorful.

My deskmate is a boy who is 1.67 meters tall. I haven't been calm since the day I sat next to him.

He was very active and broke 17 pairs of glasses in two years.

He loves football, but the school doesn't allow playing football on the playground. To this end, he wrote no less than ten checks and held a small flag "Don't play football" in the playground. I heard that there are more than a dozen checks at home, so keep them for use.

He once played "volley" at the door of the classroom, so he stood by the head teacher for two months.

He eats gum in class and watches football clubs in his homework, but I want to cover it up.

Do you think it is an accident to meet such a deskmate who is almost "heinous"? I seldom talk to him and hardly look into his eyes; I have no time to report to the teacher. I just hope that one day God knows that I will be transferred from this seat I hate.

Suddenly one day, he came up with an agreement for me to sign, and of course I shrugged it off.

But at his repeated request, I browsed the contents above.

He promised me to turn over a new leaf and let me help him.

This is beyond my expectation! I think this is mostly because the class teacher's "political lesson" and the parents' "physical education class" played a temporary role, forcing him to make such a choice! Who knows what kind of deal will follow this agreement? I signed my name in a perfunctory way and scribbled the following sentence: "If you meet the above requirements, then the sun will rise in the west and the ram will have a lamb.

Anyway, if you do, I'll write my name backwards.

"His behavior is indeed restrained, but I always think that this is only his temporary restraint.

I was still unkind to him, let alone helpful. He just laughed it off.

Time flies, he still loves football, but it is hard to see his vigorous figure on the playground, and I have retired from the job of "cover".

But I don't believe in his change, I don't believe in facts, I only believe in my always correct judgment.

Suddenly one day, I had to admit his change.

I thought of my indifferent attitude, disdainful eyes and cold heart.

I was surprised to find that I lacked trust and tolerance in dealing with people.

It was really an accident for me ... I began to practice writing my name backwards, but it didn't work after all. Instead, he forgave me.

You mean the accident?

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