I am distressed by my composition

My distress composition 1 Alas, this distress has been bothering me for a long time, but I really can't get rid of it. Maybe this lingering demon will haunt me all the time.

When I was in primary school, I always raised my hand to answer questions. Even if I got the wrong answer, my heart kept beating. I thought it was just a normal thing. However, since junior high school, it seems that there hasn't been much raising of hands in Chinese class. Either the teacher calls the roll, or he interrupts below, and he hasn't raised his hand actively.

I always agree with you every time you announce the answer. Sometimes my deskmate Yang Chen will say, How do you know if there is an answer? But I am always embarrassed to say that there are answers in the text, and of course they are all right. I felt particularly regretful at that time. Why not be brave and raise your hand?

I think the main factors that make me timid should be: first, I am afraid of leaving a bad impression after answering the wrong question; The second is afraid of digression. Third, no students raised their hands at all. Presumably this question must be very difficult, and it can't be so easy to find. I must have dialed the wrong number. These three points are the important reasons why I am not confident and dare not determine my point of view.

As I studied the text in my early years, I understand that my mother tongue is very important. Only by learning your mother tongue well can you achieve great things, so you must exercise yourself to raise your hand more in the future and get rid of the devil's entanglement of cowardice.

I am a big tree, growing in a small farmhouse, and the owner is an old woman. For decades, as time goes by, I am getting taller and bigger. However, the ensuing distress is getting deeper and deeper.

Decades ago, the shopkeeper was a little girl. In autumn, I shook my body and left many leaves behind. The little girl happily swept the leaves together with a broom. My mother saw it and said with a smile, "Good! I'm afraid there is no firewood to burn. These leaves are enough to cook for two or three days! " Seeing her mother happy, the little girl said to me, "Little tree, grow up quickly and leave more leaves, so that mother won't run out of firewood!" " "After listening to the little girl, I am very happy and I am working hard to grow up.

Twenty years later, I grew up and the little girl became a mother. In autumn, I shook my body hard and fell leaves all over the floor. I thought my mother was so happy. However, while waving a broom, she muttered, "Big tree, you have grown too fast and lost too many leaves." Now every household uses water for cooking, either electricity or gas. What can I do with such a big pile of leaves? What a nuisance! "Say that finish, take out a lighter and light the leaves. I am unhappy when I see my mother angry, and I think I'd better not grow up.

But I can't help myself. Another twenty years have passed. I am thick and tall, and my mother has become an old woman. In autumn, I shook it gently and the leaves fell thick on the ground. Grandma pulled a long face, sweeping the floor and nagging: "Big tree, you are too big, with so many leaves, you can worry me to death!" " Now the smog is so bad that the leaves can't be burned any more. When the broom swooped down on me, grandma complained, "Alas, the leaves are piled up like mountains, and I dare not burn them, and there is no place to bury them. It is really worrying! "Seeing grandma's sad face made my distress heavier and thicker.

My master raised me, but I became a burden to my master, which brought me great trouble. What should I do? Either stop growing, stop falling leaves, or try to shake your body and let the leaves float to the pasture. Alas, I really can't do it!

My heart aches. Alas, there is nothing difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind. Who in the world has no distress? My distress is: cram school.

I have two days of cram school on weekends. Don't believe me, look:

One day on Saturday: In the morning, when I was still asleep, a pair of big hands and a kind call pulled me back from my dream. Be a good boy, don't sleep, get up for breakfast and go to cram school. If you are late, the teacher will tell you. Helpless, I had to leave the dreamland, get up, gargle, eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast, carry my schoolbag, rush out of the house and run to the devil's cram school. After class, there is only one sentence in the classroom, the teacher is annoyed and the students are annoyed. It's finally time for school. I finished my homework, grabbed my schoolbag and rushed home at a speed of 100 meters. As soon as I put down my schoolbag, I heard my mother's good and hateful voice. Honey, I haven't finished my homework yet. I can't eat yet. You should do some homework first. I have no choice but to grab a pen and start doing my homework.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, after getting up, I immediately grabbed the pen again. I write my exercises on the table and play the piano in the evening. It was already 9: 50 when I came back. Needless to say, tomorrow will be the same.

Alas, my wonderful weekend fell through. I'm really upset. Why should I go to cram school? Somebody tell me.

After suffering from myopia, the inconvenience, embarrassment and pain in life also follow. Known as the "four-eyed sister", the hot air when eating has cast a layer of "white gauze" on my glasses ... In short, my distress has increased since I got myopia.

I remember getting up late once in the morning. I dressed in a hurry, picked up my schoolbag and rushed to school like an arrow. On the way, I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my glasses. "It's over, I'm going to be blind again today!" As expected, during class, the teacher wrote many review points on the blackboard. I can't see them clearly, so I have to squint and look very hard. After class, the students finished copying and went out to play. I continued to copy in the classroom. I can't help secretly blaming myself: myopia will hurt me!

Another time, I came home from school. Walking on the road, I saw a familiar figure, much like my mother. I ran to the back and shouted, "mom, mom." I looked back and saw that figure. Ah! Not mom! My face is as red as fire. People around me looked at me in surprise, and I was so embarrassed. So I rolled my eyes and came up with an idea. I kept running and shouted, "Mom!" "It was not until I ran to a secluded place that I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: it is the embarrassment brought by myopia again.

In life, there are many such trivial and embarrassing events. Sometimes I really want to invent a pill to eat myopia. Friends, before you are nearsighted, take good care of your eyes, the window of your soul!

My heart aches. 5 Winter vacation is a happy holiday. You can play with snow poles or skate on the river. However, only this winter vacation, I lost my freedom, lost my playmates and lost all contact with the outside world. The root cause of all this is that I didn't do well in the final exam, and I did poorly in the biology exam, so I had to do my homework at home.

Although, my parents said that we could have a good time for a few days in 2008, we should study hard after the game.

From the winter vacation, every day is faced with snow-white walls. I looked at the snow-white wall and stung my eyes. Everything in front of me is blurred, and I want to cry.

Yes, but I don't know why I'm crying. Is it for my happy winter vacation? For my bird-like freedom? For my friend who talks about everything? Or for everything I know? I don't know. I'm very upset.

Nevertheless, my parents disciplined me severely. However, I look at this home day after day, at this biology book, and at the homework that makes me breathless. I just want to cry. Why is this happening? Because I didn't do well in the final exam? Don't trust me, mom and dad. Don't trust me. I'll only make this mistake once and never again.

I'm afraid to face my relatives, so my parents usually go to other people's homes, and I won't follow them. When people ask me about my grades, I have to keep silent. Secretly look at my mother's eyes, full of disappointment. I feel very sad and want to cry.

Every minute I stay at home is like more than an hour; Every hour I stay at home seems like a day; Every day I stay at home seems like a year. Living at home for a year is very distressing. Although the winter vacation is only one month, it seems like several years have passed. Is this God's punishment for me? I think it should be.

Finally, the winter vacation passed and I ushered in a new semester. Before going to school, I made a timetable. I will make progress every day for my goal. Then, I firmly believe that in the next summer vacation and winter vacation, I will restore the endless happy life before.

There are always some annoying things in my life. Do you want to hear my troubles?

Usually, I am very procrastinating. I don't know why I'm just stalling. My parents are worried about this. My father told me, "Men should act quickly, not procrastinate."

Before my father returned to Hunan, under his supervision, I managed my time very reasonably, but occasionally I made some small mistakes and allocated my time badly. To this end, my father specially made me a "modest schedule" before returning to Hunan, and let me try it for a week. In his opinion, the effect was not bad, so when he left, he specifically told his mother to be strict with me according to this "timetable".

Two or three weeks after my father left, I showed a good state. But the good times didn't last long. After a few weeks, I became the same as before. Doing homework is procrastinating, looking around and fooling around, and you can't do homework at all. It was already eight or nine o'clock when it was finished. It is winter now, and the temperature is very low at night. My mother wouldn't let me do my homework beyond 9: 30, so I didn't finish my homework several times, so I had to make up my homework on Saturday and Sunday. Once I made my mother angry because I didn't have time to finish my homework. My mother told me what Li Dazhao said: "Today is the most precious, and today is the easiest to lose."

This sentence from my mother brought me a lot of thoughts. This reminds me of Bacon's words: "To arrange time reasonably is to save time." I must get rid of procrastination and form a good habit of arranging my time reasonably.

When I was 7 years old, I always wanted to grow up quickly, and I also had many beautiful dreams for myself. Grow up slowly and have a vision. Who knows that there are also setbacks in growth and distress in life. For example, if I get a lot of points deducted from my composition in an exam, my good time reading extracurricular books will be lost in the boring composition book. Or lose a lot of points in the exam, you must immerse yourself in challenging the same homework as Dashan.

I remember that my composition was deducted five points in a mid-term exam, and my mother gave me an order-don't touch extracurricular books. But I can't resist the temptation of those books, that is, when my mother went out to buy food, she quietly took a dream of red mansions to read for a while before putting it down, but the content in the book was so attractive that she was fascinated by it carelessly! Suddenly, a door opened in my ear. I know my mother is back and I want to put away the books, but it's too late. My mother flew into a rage when she saw me reading extra-curricular books! Took the book from me. He stared at me fiercely and said, "Look at how many points you deducted from your mid-term exam composition? Still reading casual books here. You have to know that I am doing this for your own good! " After that, he took a thick composition book from the side, and then moved a thick composition book. There are good words, good sentences, good paragraphs, good articles and full marks in the exam. Seeing those things my mother moved here, I wanted to escape like a demon, but I couldn't escape. Hey! Why is God so unfair to me?

Also, when I didn't do well in the math exam in the final exam, my mother searched out some questions similar to the test paper from the Internet for me to complete, and also stipulated that I write three or four pieces a day. I bought many summer homework from other bookstores. When I saw these homework, I went to complain to you, but my mother still used the classic old saying to deal with me: "I did it for your own good." What did you take in the final exam? " Write to me quickly. No rest until you finish writing. I think you should go if you get good grades! "Hearing these words, I dragged my heavy legs back to the room like a deflated ball. I thought silently: didn't I have a holiday

On the road to growth, everyone has to go through all kinds of tests, suffering from unsatisfactory studies and being wronged by parents' incomprehension ... happiness is everywhere, and troubles are everywhere. In the growing years, our life is full of colorful sunshine. However, even if the sun shines. It is inevitable that there will be short-term clouds.

My heart aches composition 8 In a blink of an eye, three years of junior high school life will soon be over. When I stopped and stood in the crowd looking back, I found that the little girl with ponytail and love to talk and laugh was gone. Instead, a girl who thinks she is mature is remembering and thinking ... really, I have changed a lot: when the teacher made a mistake in class, I stopped pointing it out to him; When I saw a penny in the street, I stopped stupidly picking it up and gave it to the police uncle. When my grandmother told me about Guanyin, I stopped blushing and told her about science and superstition ... My mother said I became sensible, and my grandmother said I was very good and docile. But what happened to me? I don't know, I'm so sad! One day, however, I found the answer in my life. It was a day of summer vacation. I took my sister for a ride. The bus is so crowded that I don't know who stepped on it. My sister cried coily.

I was very distressed when I saw it, and I said loudly,' I don't know who has no conscience. Stepped on someone without even saying sorry. Do you have any education ...' At this moment, a little girl of about seven or eight years old smiled shyly at me. That bright smile is like a cool breeze blowing in the heat. Ah, what a familiar smile, my thoughts can't help flying back to a distant summer day. I was only six or seven years old, and my sister took me to the station to meet my aunt from other places. I jump and jump happily, like a bird out of the cage. Who knows, I accidentally scraped a large piece of skin on my leg and stained my skirt. I cried with a "wow". Everyone around me gathered around, and my sister shouted fiercely, "Who killed me and threw watermelon skin everywhere?" Now that I'm a bad person, which one of you can afford it ... "

Then there was a series of ugly words. I'm surprised. My sister is a college student, so she speaks so rudely. At this time, a girl as big as me ran over and said, "Elder sister, I'm sorry, I accidentally threw it away." Then. She gave me a sweet smile. I will never forget that smile! "Elder sister, I'm sorry!" A sweet and crisp child's voice woke me up from my memory. Her smile is really beautiful, like a tulip in bud. I feel my face, so hot! When I got home, my sister told menstruation about it. I didn't expect menstruation to praise me. I said to my sister, "Yue Yue, you should learn something in the future ..." My menstruation was still chattering, but my heart ached. Oh, my God. Is this the so-called "maturity"? Does a person's growth have to be accompanied by distress? Thinking of this, I secretly prayed in my heart: I hope that tulip-like little girl will never lose her smile, let alone have these so-called "mature" troubles.

My heart aches composition 9 "Wu Yifan, play the piano, or you will look good!" " Mother cried while cooking. "Oh!" I said, "I'm tired of playing the piano. I don't even have free time. What a nuisance! " "I walked into the piano room with a frown and played the piano impatiently.

Oh, poor me! At school, I was so angry that my lungs were almost blown up by those cute (poor unloved) pig heads that I was not allowed to vent and rest. I'm going crazy. Because, if you keep thinking like this, you may become a psycho.

At school, waiting for math homework is a pain for me! After the math teacher assigned homework and classroom homework, I became irritable. Because every time I finish my homework with two male players, Wu, who has the worst performance, is left. I think: You and I are both surnamed Wu. Why is there such a big difference? In science class, the boring Chen Ziyang also called names! He not only called us names, but also called our parents criminals, lunatics and wanted criminals. He really does all kinds of evil and says everything! He also scolded me and three other girls for crying, and one of them cried miserably.

I always have no free time at home. Besides doing my homework, I play the piano, eat and sleep. My life can be restrained: I obey the orders of adults. Whenever I want to go out to play, someone will tell me what to do and what to do. I'm not happy at all.

I don't want to play the piano, you force me to play, I continue to resist, you say you want to hit me, or you will really hit me if you don't play. From time to time, I get angry and sad, lock myself in my room and sulk.

When eating, my mother always urges me to eat faster, eat more vegetables, not be picky about food, and be full. Since kindergarten, every time I eat, I have only one word-slow down. I'm tired of hearing these words. I once read a sentence in a book: write slowly and you will always finish it; If you think slowly, you will always remember; Eat slowly, and you will finish it. But my mother, like killing me, urged me to eat quickly. I'm tired of it!

Teacher, please help me!

My heart hurts composition 10 Hello, I'm Wang Yuhui. I'm ten years old and I'm a fourth-grade student. My biggest hobby is reading, which is a very good habit. Many parents want their children to like reading, and even try their best to cultivate their children's interest in reading. Some of them envy my mother and have such a worry-free daughter. However, I also have the trouble of reading, because I don't study seriously.

There are two things that make me suffer from careless reading. The first thing is that in a Chinese class, the teacher asked us to recite the text "Life and Life". Reciting texts is my specialty. I can recite it after reading it only a few times, and I proudly went to the teacher to check my back. However, our Chinese teacher is very serious. She never misses a few typos. Let me recite them again. I went to check my back for the second time and left the word "only". The teacher said, "If these two words are removed from this sentence, the meaning will not be fully expressed. We can't throw it away. " I'm a little depressed. I recited it several times before I recited it.

The second thing is to read our reading project "Cricket in Times Square". I only care about the story, and I don't care about anything else. As a result, during the investigation, someone asked me who was the author of Cricket in Times Square. I opened my eyes wide. Who is it? I don't know! Alas!

Careless reading brings me a lot of trouble. Dear friends, do you have any good ways to make us read more carefully and efficiently?