"Tell me what I'm thinking" composition 600-word homework

Fifteen years have passed, and time flies. My mother has several silver threads on her head. I really want to talk to my mother.

When I was very young, I always had a small wish in my heart, that is, to give my mother a song that belongs to her-"Mom, I want to say something to you and swallow my mother." I want to smile at you, but there are few tears in my eyes. Oh, mom, mom by candlelight, your black hair is frosted. " ...

Perhaps, in our life, many people and things will fade away with the passage of time; But in our hearts, we will never forget our mother, and her deep maternal love for us will never be weakened by the passage of time!

From the time we landed, we grew up under the warm care of our mother. Mom always brings us infinite warmth and makes us full of hope for life and the future. I remember when I first went to school, my mother took my schoolbag for me; When it rains, my mother holds up a beautiful umbrella for me to shelter me from the wind and rain; Jiaozi, my favorite food, was wrapped by my mother. When I was wronged, my mother gently wiped away my tears with a paper towel ... Mom, I want to thank you. You gave me life, happiness, joy, love and everything now. ...

My mother has a pair of unspeakable rough hands, but they always warm me behind my growth. In the cold winter, my mother always reaches into the cold water and washes my dirty clothes carefully. Although my hands have turned red! But my mother doesn't care. My mother always holds my hand with a warm hand to keep me warm, even if her hand is "warm" and cold ... Day after day, year after year, my mother's originally smooth and delicate hand becomes so rough, which is a testimony of her efforts for me. But sometimes I don't understand and make you angry, so mom, I say to you, "mom-I'm sorry!" " "

All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers; There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother; Mom, where you are, you are the happiest!

Mom-I love you! Mom-I love you!

Chapter 2: Tell me what I'm thinking.

Teacher Du, I have a lot to say to you, because I am too timid to say it to you. Today, I still have the courage to tell you.

I remember once, when my grandfather sent me to school, I met you at the school gate-Mr. Du. I quickly said to you: "Hello, Teacher Du!" You smiled and answered, "Hello! Zhang Jiayu is really polite. " I was filled with joy after listening to your praise.

Another time, just after the first class in our class, you asked a question, and no one in the class raised their hands, so you had to ask someone to answer it yourself. I'm afraid you'll call me. I'm scared. Don't "that classmate", be direct. I quickly stood up, and my deskmate whispered to me, "What are you standing for?" ! The teacher called you the classmate behind! "I sat down again. Then the teacher called me again. I dare not answer, for fear of making a mistake. You encouraged me to say, "It doesn't matter if I'm wrong. "I can't believe I got it right. You said, "Look at you, don't you know? You must dare to answer. "After listening to your words, I enjoyed your class and answered questions boldly.

Once, several students sitting next to me in the morning reading class were whispering, and I stole a look at them. They talk about the content of short stories after class. Suddenly you came and asked me to copy the first and second lessons, and copy each article five times. Teacher, you misunderstood me. I didn't speak!

Teacher Du hopes that you will assign less homework every day in the future.

Teacher Du, thank you for your encouragement and concern.

Chapter 3: Tell me what I'm thinking.

After the parent-teacher conference on April 10, I have a lot to say to myself, such as, "Yang Yikun, why do you always make the same mistake?" At this rate, how can I go to college? I can't even go to high school! "I said to myself. Also, after this meeting, my father told me not to make small moves in class. I want to listen carefully, raise my hand actively and post my words online. Only in this way can the characters be the same size and beautiful.

Some of our classmates may have lied to their parents before, including me. Everyone thinks their deception is perfect. In fact, this idea is all wet. As the saying goes, "you can't hide from the first day, but you can't hide from the fifteenth." There will be a parent-teacher conference one day. Even if it is not held this year, it will be held next year. Therefore, before you do anything, you should consider the consequences, otherwise the consequences will be serious and you can't bear it, and your parents may have to bear part of the responsibility.

Sometimes, I wonder, how to surpass my classmates who are one level higher than me? Now my father has given me a satisfactory answer, that is, to be serious, to keep the teacher's evaluation firmly in mind, to correct it slowly and to work hard at all times. Then I remembered the slogan of our class: "Passion is like fire, surpass yourself, four (5) four (5), fight bravely."

I remember how serious I was in the first grade. Now think about it. I am very complacent. Although I promised my father, I never changed. After a sleep, I forgot my promise the night before. "Return to the prodigal son!" I said to myself, and I also advised people in the same situation as me, "There is no limit to the sea of suffering, and turning back is the shore." Here, I sincerely say this sentence to you, that is, "We are ashamed, don't be a' dead mouse can't touch the cold' person, but be a civilized, polite and ashamed person.

Chapter 4: Tell me what I'm thinking.

I have a lot to say to you, but I can't find the right opportunity to say it to my mother. Mom: When I don't know how to do my homework, you help me and support me so that I can think and answer questions by myself. When I failed in the exam, you patiently explained my mistake and told me to correct it; When I was sick, you carried me from the seventh floor to the hospital, anxious to find a doctor to see me; You are not afraid of getting hurt, but I am afraid of getting seriously ill. I thank you very much: my dear mother!

Mom, I know you make me learn this and that every day for my own good, but every Saturday and Sunday I feel a little dizzy: because I know I have to learn more. How envious I am to see other children playing outside.

You guys! Mom: I wish I could play happily downstairs like you. I don't want to study or study every day. I'm really bored. I hope you can give me some freedom. Mom, don't be angry when I say so. I know it's hard for you to take me alone: for a living, my father works in a distant city, and you have to take care of me when you go to work alone. I never object to what you ask me to do, but I'm really tired. Mom, finally, I want to say to you: thank you, dear mom!

Chapter 5: Tell me what I'm thinking.

I walked carefree for fifteen years and regretted not counting the past steps. Looking back at the footprints, there are both maturity and confusion.

Teacher, to be honest: I really don't want to grow up. What does it mean to grow up? Means more growing pains; It means an increase in the burden of study.

That day, my cousin and cousin came to play at home. I simply push them all to my younger brother, let him play with me, and do what I want in my room alone. I suddenly realized that I am no longer as playful as before, and I can go wherever I want, but I like to stay alone quietly and pursue inner peace.

Seeing that I don't play, my cousins will look at me with a curious eye and ask me, "Why do you always study all day?" Yes, I wasn't so busy all day before, and I felt that there were endless things to do every day. When I am alone, I often recall the good times when I was a child, sometimes I look forward to the innocence at that time, and I really want to go back to the past, to the pure and real world without troubles and exams.

Some people say that if you are admitted to the university, you will have tickets to see the beautiful scenery. But who knows the hardships behind this ticket? Ten years of cold window is for this ticket, and who can understand? Anyone who has studied can understand. From junior high school to high school, from the senior high school entrance examination to the college entrance examination, every time I think about these, my eyes are at a loss. I will think, how should I spend these years? Is it the kind of life that is buried in books and papers all day? How hard is it?

Even so, with the passage of time, I still want to live or grow, so the ups and downs in life and the ups and downs in growth will roll in and let me face them one by one. In the end, I chose to keep pace with the times and face it calmly, because in the face of reality, continuous efforts are the highest realm.