My heart composition is 500 words in the first day of junior high school!

Trouble is an elusive thing, which can't be recruited and lingers. I often think: What am I thinking? No one can give me the answer, and no one knows.

My mind is like a tramp, it may not come at any time, but it slips away quietly. No one can get rid of it, and there is no escape.

I used to live a carefree life every day, but the mid-term exam came, which brought me a lot of troubles: my math calculation ability, Chinese reading ability and English listening ability all made me uneasy, so I quickly reviewed to avoid bad grades in the exam.

The actual test paper is not as difficult as I thought, but I still have no idea. So I fidget every day, just like my sister-in-law Xianglin loses her hair. Although my parents won't blame me too much, I am still a little afraid that my classmates will laugh at me.

Finally, it's time to release the results. My grades in all subjects are not good, but I can rank more than 500, ranking 20th in my class. Although the ranking is average, I am not satisfied with my achievements. Although my parents said it doesn't matter, I will try my best next time, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. I always feel that I shouldn't be like this. This is what I've been thinking recently.

Similar to me is my deskmate. She said that she had always done well in primary school, but she did worse than me in this exam. I can see that her mind is very heavy. Maybe her parents are not as kind as mine. In a word, after the mid-term exam, everyone in our class is worried, except the students with good grades.

As we all know, we always have to see the parents' meeting after the exam. At this time, the atmosphere is many times more tense than before you knew the exam results. When you are afraid of holding a parent-teacher conference, the teacher will tell your parents about his school and then go home and be scolded so that you can't sleep. That feeling must be hard.

After another wave of anxiety, I am about to leave the shadow of the exam and am surrounded by worry. It was the teacher who made me monitor this time. At that time, I was deceived. I don't know what to do. I staggered home and told my parents that they were happy for me and called my grandmother specially. But I don't think this is a good thing. I have doubts about myself: can I be a good person?

Because I have no experience as a monitor, I am at a loss and don't know what to do. After school, I asked the teacher, "Can I do it well?" The teacher's answer is: "No one is born to be a teacher. Work hard. " I think so, so my heart is relieved. I also believe that I can do it well.

People are not afraid of troubles, but when you encounter troubles, you should learn to solve them. Don't hide them in your heart and let the backlog of troubles turn into troubles. So we should learn to adjust our mood. Cut it yourself.

There are always endless stories, endless words, unspeakable words, hidden in my heart, lingering in my ears and echoing in my mind. They say this is my heart.

Over time, it will become your secret and indelible memory ... "Every string is a meditation, and every note is a profound thought, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

"Since ancient times, talents have come forth in large numbers and beautiful women have come forth in large numbers." Where there is a will, there is a way.

"Keep your talent in your stomach, and you can't say it's bitter. Has the king heard their worries? " Looking for sorrow and hatred for no reason, sometimes it looks as stupid as crazy.

Even if you are born with good skin, your stomach is rough.

Down and out.

Stupid people are afraid of reading articles.

Acting strangely and perversely doesn't care about the slander of the world! "Baoyu, this is not allowed in his time. Does our world have a place for him? We have no choice but to stay up reading. It seems that only in this way can we live a good life in the future.

There is so much homework that we all want to be robots.

How tempting success is, and its magic makes each of us go all out to pursue it.

But he is like a mirage. When we try to get there, he is out of reach.

What awaits us is the scolding and interrogation of our parents.

Wronged, can't say, said "talk back"; Tears, if you can't shed them, you will become a coward.

Silence, or silence, either breaks out in silence or dies in silence.

Parents hate iron not to produce steel, but steel is refined without hatred.

Mom and Dad, can you hear our thoughts? "Dear Mom and Dad, don't call me a little fool. Although I am obedient, it does not mean that I have no ideas. " My heart may only be known by songs.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. ...

There are always endless stories, endless words, unspeakable words, hidden in my heart, lingering in my ears and echoing in my mind. They say this is my heart.

Over time, it will become your secret and indelible memory ... "Every string is a meditation, and every note is a profound thought, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

"Since ancient times, talents have come forth in large numbers and beautiful women have come forth in large numbers." Where there is a will, there is a way.

"Keep your talent in your stomach, and you can't say it's bitter. Has the king heard their worries? " Looking for sorrow and hatred for no reason, sometimes it looks as stupid as crazy.

Even if you are born with good skin, your stomach is rough.

Down and out.

Stupid people are afraid of reading articles.

Acting strangely and perversely doesn't care about the slander of the world! "Baoyu, this is not allowed in his time. Does our world have a place for him? We have no choice but to stay up reading. It seems that only in this way can we live a good life in the future.

There is so much homework that we all want to be robots.

How tempting success is, and its magic makes each of us go all out to pursue it.

But he is like a mirage. When we try to get there, he is out of reach.

What awaits us is the scolding and interrogation of our parents.

Wronged, can't say, said "talk back"; Tears, if you can't shed them, you will become a coward.

Silence, or silence, either breaks out in silence or dies in silence.

Parents hate iron not to produce steel, but steel is refined without hatred.

Mom and Dad, can you hear our thoughts? "Dear Mom and Dad, don't call me a little fool. Although I am obedient, it does not mean that I have no ideas. " My heart may only be known by songs.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. ......

I urgently need a composition. A mind of at least 500 words is an elusive thing, which can't be recruited and lingers.

I often think: What am I thinking? No one can give me the answer, and no one knows.

My mind is like a tramp, it may not come at any time, but it slips away quietly.

No one can get rid of it, and there is no escape.

I used to live a carefree life every day, but the mid-term exam came, which brought me a lot of troubles: my math calculation ability, Chinese reading ability and English listening ability all made me uneasy, so I quickly reviewed to avoid bad grades in the exam.

The actual test paper is not as difficult as I thought, but I still have no idea.

So I fidget every day, just like my sister-in-law Xianglin loses her hair.

Although my parents won't blame me too much, I am still a little afraid that my classmates will laugh at me.

Finally, it's time to release the results. My grades in all subjects are not good, but I can rank more than 500, ranking 20th in my class.

Although the ranking is average, I am not satisfied with my achievements. Although my parents said it doesn't matter, I will try my best next time, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. I always feel that I shouldn't be like this.

This is what I've been thinking recently.

Similar to me is my deskmate. She said that she had always done well in primary school, but she did worse than me in this exam. I can see that her mind is very heavy. Maybe her parents are not as kind as mine.

In a word, after the mid-term exam, everyone in our class is worried, except the students with good grades.

As we all know, we always have to see the parents' meeting after the exam. At this time, the atmosphere is many times more tense than before you knew the exam results. When you are afraid of holding a parent-teacher conference, the teacher will tell your parents about his school and then go home and be scolded so that you can't sleep. That feeling must be hard.

After another wave of anxiety, I am about to leave the shadow of the exam and am surrounded by worry.

It was the teacher who made me monitor this time. At that time, I was deceived. I don't know what to do. I staggered home and told my parents that they were happy for me and called my grandmother specially.

But I don't think this is a good thing. I have doubts about myself: can I be a good person? Because I have no experience as a monitor, I am at a loss and don't know what to do.

After school, I asked the teacher, "Can I do it well?" The teacher's answer is: "No one is born to be a teacher, so work hard."

"I think so, so my heart is untied.

I also believe that I can do it well.

People are not afraid of troubles, but when you encounter troubles, you should learn to solve them. Don't hide them in your heart and let the backlog of troubles turn into troubles.

So we should learn to adjust our mood.

"My heart is writing at night, and my composition is deep.

Such as water moonlight through the glass, quietly sprinkled in every corner of the dormitory, sprinkled on every quiet face, even breathing, slight snoring, occasional turning sound, dotted with the silence of the night.

I sat on the bed with my arms around me, looking at the bright full moon in the sky, and I couldn't sleep for a long time.

The moonlight unconsciously stirred my thoughts.

A year ago, it was also such a night that a bright and even scary full moon made everything pale.

I cried all night.

I failed in the exam, and so did the composition I have always been proud of! 3 1 is an irreparable astronomical figure.

Cold tears rolled down my cheeks. "bang!" I clearly heard the sound of tears dripping on the pillow towel.

I covered my mouth tightly-I was afraid that sobbing would wake my sleeping mother next to me.

In the moonlight, I clearly saw a few strands of white hair lying quietly on my mother's forehead.

Oh, my god, the expectations of my parents, their efforts for nearly a thousand days and nights, and their once beautiful dreams, are they so broken? Don't! I shouted to myself loudly in my mind: what a setback this is! Stand up, you still have a chance to realize your dream! So, a month later, I packed my bags and borrowed books far away from home, carefully collecting broken dreams, reuniting, casting and flying.

So, every night like this, my heart ached faintly, as if I had returned to that night and heard the sound of tears dripping again-"beep"! Therefore, every time this kind of worry surges in my heart, I tell myself: Anyway, I can't just give up, I can't, I can't, I don't want to have another night like that, and I don't want to have another such heavy worry today next year.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep, in the moonlight, my dream imagined a flower bud releasing fragrance; My thoughts, like a cloud, covered the moon and dispersed gently. ...

Composition: I know more than 500 words in my mind. Everyone has a little secret in his heart. I have such worries. It always makes me worry and depressed. I began to become withdrawn, autistic and unwilling to talk to people. I always look up at the sky alone. I always feel that life is bleak and lacks joy. Today I want to take this opportunity to reveal my troubles. That happened two years ago. That happened. There are brand-new big color TV sets, wardrobes, desks and other new furniture, but an old iron bed in my parents' bedroom is very eye-catching, out of place with those new furniture. My father is a proud man and often has guests at home. He always wants his home to be brand new. And my mother is so nostalgic that she won't throw anything away. Over time, the contradiction finally intensified and the "war" that I was most worried about broke out. They stick to their own words, each with a higher tone, ignoring my existence. In the next few days, the originally lively dining table became silent again, and every meal was dull. The "cold war" has begun again. They are mutual. But my mother always pushes me away and says, "Go, go, go, you are too young to understand." Helpless, I had to persuade my father again: "Don't sell ..." "Don't sell!" Dad ignored me and refused me. My painstaking efforts were in vain. In this way, mom and dad were deadlocked for a long time, and no one would give in. The air in the room seems to have solidified, and there is no laughter in the past. They quarrel about trivial things every once in a while, and I often "press the gourd and I can't get up" to no avail. They don't listen to my advice at all, and they don't care about my feelings. Mom and Dad, I wish you more understanding, more tolerance and more respect, so that every day in our family is sunny, not gloomy, so that our family is full of laughter instead of silence and depression, and don't let shadows cover my young heart. Mom and Dad, I love you and you love me. For the sake of my healthy growth, you should stop quarreling and let our family live a happy and carefree life! = = = = = = When I was a child, I had a problem that I liked surfing the Internet. At that time, I was addicted. I spent all my pocket money online, and in a short time, I didn't surf the Internet for a day. I'm like an addict. Itching without taking medicine for a day is really uncomfortable. At that time, I had no money. There is something unknown. After that, I was beaten very sadly, but I don't blame my parents. This is my fault. I have no reason to blame anyone. After that, I felt that time passed very quickly. Blink of an eye, I graduated from primary school! Of course, my grades are also poor! In the first grade of junior high school, I made up my mind to get rid of my own problems and study hard, but it's really hard to get rid of them! I go there once a week and feel much more comfortable. That year, I had a good time. I met many new classmates and teachers. There is a teacher I admire. He is the Chinese teacher in our class. His surname is Zhang, and I call him Teacher Zhang. He is neither tall nor short, but he has two characteristics. One is his. It seems very careful. I can't let go of any clues. Secondly, it is his teeth. Teacher Zhang's teeth are like those of a mouse. They look very amiable. He is a good teacher in my mind. He often teaches us that we must do things well and finish them, and we must not give up halfway. I often remind myself that he is a brilliant teacher! Time flies, please cherish it! ================

For writing, homework help's troubles with more than 500 words are an elusive thing, which can't be recruited and won't go away. I often wonder: what is trouble? No one can give me the answer, and no one understands. My heart is like a wanderer with no clear destination. It may not come at any time, but it slips away quietly. No one can get rid of it, and there is no escape. I used to live a carefree life every day, but the arrival of the mid-term exam brought me a lot of troubles: my mathematical calculation ability, Chinese reading ability and English listening ability all made me uneasy. In order to avoid failing in the exam, the actual paper is not as difficult as I thought, but I still have no bottom in my heart. So I fidget every day, just like my sister-in-law Xianglin loses her hair. Although my parents won't blame me too much, I am still a little afraid that my classmates will laugh at me. Finally, when the results were released, all subjects didn't play well, but they were able to rank more than 500, ranking 20 th in the class. But I am still not satisfied with my grades. Although my parents said it doesn't matter, I will try my best next time, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. I always feel that I shouldn't be like this. This has become my recent worry. Almost like me, my deskmate said that her primary school grades have been good, and this time she is worse than me. I can see that she is preoccupied. Maybe her parents are not as kind as mine. In short, after the mid-term exam, our class. Everyone knows that you always watch the parents' meeting after the exam except those with good grades. At this time, the atmosphere is many times more tense than before you knew the exam results. You are all afraid that the teacher will reveal his situation at school to his parents at the parent-teacher conference and then go home and be scolded so that you can't sleep. That feeling must be hard. Waves of turmoil will be separated from me in the shadow of exams and surrounded by worries. This time, the teacher asked me to be a teacher. I'm blind and I don't know what to do. I staggered home. After talking to my parents, they were all happy for me and called my grandmother specially. But I don't think this is a good thing. I have doubts about myself: can I be a good person? Because I have no experience as a monitor, I don't know what to do. When I left school, I asked my teacher, "Can I do well?" The teacher's answer is: "No one is born to be a teacher. Work hard." I think so, so my heart is relieved. I also believe that I can do it well. People are not afraid to have worries, but when they meet, you should learn to solve them, and don't keep them in your heart. If there are so many troubles, they will become troubles. So we should learn to adjust our mood.

Our hearts are close to the past, people are closely dependent on each other, people help each other and get along well with each other, and the society presents a warm picture; Nowadays, people are gradually alienated, people use each other and forge ahead alone, and society flashes a cold picture; What about the future? Will people's hearts be closer or farther in the future? The distance between hearts can actually be very close, only whether you care about the things around you.

Friendship builds a bridge of communication between our hearts, standing at both ends, but as long as we take a step, the distance between us will be shortened.

Help each other, open their hearts to each other, communicate with each other, find more fun, and have heart-to-heart talks until the distance disappears and there is no gap between them.

Greetings, like spring rain, moisten two exhausted hearts and let them bathe in greetings of mutual concern again. From this short greeting, they can find their once fiery hearts and have the ideal heart to serve everyone.

The distance is gradually blurred under the washing of "spring rain", and one day, it will disappear.

Care is a ray of sunshine, and one heart shines on another. Although not strong, it is enough to warm the gradually cold heart.

Break the spell of distance, let two hearts get closer again and regain the beauty of the past.

Nowadays, various public welfare undertakings and charitable activities appear frequently. There is no denying that this is not a kind of closeness between hearts. The hearts of the students who are helped are closely connected with those who give help. It is gratitude, it is hope, and it is all the beautiful forces that bring them closer.

It is said that the distance between parents and children is the farthest, and there is an insurmountable gap between them.

What I want to say is that the relationship between heart and heart is naturally bad because of mutual estrangement, lack of communication and mutual understanding.

This gully is not insurmountable.

As long as they talk openly, close the distance between their hearts and fill the gap, one day, the distance will disappear and the gap will not exist.

Once, our hearts were together; Nowadays, our hearts are blindly alienated; In the future, our hearts will be more closely interdependent; Because, I see, our hearts are very close. ...

The composition of the senior high school entrance examination requires no less than 500 words. The sentences are fluent and full of true feelings. A good example is written like this: "I have no worries" and "I have no worries at all!" I said a word to my deskmate and left the classroom.

This is really a strange world.

My mother chased me early this morning and asked me if I was sick and what was on my mind.

What can I think?

My mother, deskmate and friends all say I look worried. I just didn't introduce myself last night.

I am just an ordinary little boy who is not interested in all sports.

Learning is naturally one of the best in grade.

Oh, my god, the class teacher will not think that I have something on my mind, then I will be in big trouble.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? You are in a bad mood. What are you thinking? " The class teacher asked.

God, I almost fainted.

"Teacher, please rest assured that I'm fine.

"The teacher looked at me with wondering eyes," go, go to class.

"After avoiding a difficult task, I sighed in my seat and comforted my deskmate-he was scared by me just now.

But before long, I was shocked again.

"Hey, I said you have something on your mind, why are you so listless and absent-minded!" The teacher stopped lecturing and made the whole class laugh.

I adjusted my glasses and indicated to the teacher that I was fine, and the teacher began to lecture again.

Hum! If it wasn't last night-forget it. If you think about it again, you will be in big trouble.

I'm really in trouble.

In the afternoon, I went to the office to get my homework, only to find my mother sitting in the office, still talking to the class teacher! "He is not in good spirits today. He is absent-minded in class and seems to have something on his mind.

""yes, I found it this morning, too. I've been wearing two dark circles since I came here. Is it puppy love? " "That's what I thought. Anything can happen at this age. The mid-term exam is coming. I have to talk about him.

""yes, tell me about him, don't affect your study, but it won't last long.

I didn't sleep well last night. I must have written a love letter.

""yes, I think so.

"I was so angry that I yelled at them as soon as I entered the office-although it was a roar, the office was quiet after all-I had nothing on my mind, no puppy love, no love letters and no girlfriend.

I just got up to watch the ball game last night, for fear that my classmates would not tell jokes. I have no idea at all.

Say that finish with a sigh.

Mom and the class teacher looked at each other. "It seems that he, he must be lovelorn!" My God-Example 2: "A Dream with Flowers" likes to walk alone by the lake.

I like ancient poems that have been handed down through the ages and are faint and fragrant.

I like to go to Qiu Lai in spring, with beautiful flowers.

Perhaps just like those sad poets, how many thoughts are buried in their hearts-one of them is a dream: Li Bai, who is used to living in a drunken dream, never thought that he would immerse himself in wine and "free himself".

However, he chose his own way to get rid of "troubles", and his unsatisfactory career made him go home by boat and let him seek happiness in his own articles. This may be a way for him to solve his troubles.

Dream 2: Liu Yong's ci is a representative of "graceful school". "Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, the evening is heavy and the sky is wide", and his depression had to dissipate in the smoke.

Loneliness, loneliness haunts my heart, even if there are beautiful days, who can I talk to with that full heart! Dream 3: "Things are people's worries about everything, which always linger in Yi 'an's mind.

How does a confused woman get rid of the sadness at that time? She had to use Yu Shuci to "kill time", which may be the best way to ferry in the depths of the lotus.

Her heart will be in it! Dream 4: I don't have too many worries, because I will choose a way to get rid of them.

I'll talk.

Because there are many people around me who love me.

Maybe I don't have the talent to express my feelings in poetry, but I will still look at the world with a smile.

When I woke up from my dream and still walked alone by the lake, maybe my thoughts had already drifted to the outside of the cloud nine.

Gently, I picked up the scattered petals and threw them into the water leisurely, watching my thoughts drift to the other shore.

High marks write a 600-word composition on the topic of "worry". Really, can you be sad? Lonely me, a beautiful world, everyone looks at the world and life in different ways, and treats themselves in different ways. They may also lose themselves because of some things, close themselves off, be isolated from the beautiful world and become lonely.

-Inscription I am a two-faced person because I live with a mask every day.

When I was four years old, the news of my parents' divorce reached my ears. For me, this is a bolt from the blue and bad news.

That night, it was raining cats and dogs and it thundered. The rumbling thunder seems to repeat the news over and over again.

I suddenly panicked and became afraid of thunder, hiding under the covers and crying alone.

From that moment on, I decided to put on a mask. Outside, I tried to pretend that I was happy and an optimist.

At home, I can shed my disguise and become cold and silent, as if the world has nothing to do with me.

When I make this decision, I can't regret it. I am doomed to be lonely.

Whenever we go to the amusement park to play, everyone is very happy, only I sneer two or three times.

On the merry-go-round, everyone's childlike innocence flies, and I recall my past sadness; On the roller coaster, everyone screamed in shock, but I cried, because the speed would paralyze my mind; In the spinning coffee cup, everyone is happy, but I want to make me forget that sad memory by spinning.

I don't want to pretend to be private.

Because, in that case, I will give people a feeling of hypocrisy and affectation.

It was not until the Wenchuan earthquake in 2008 that I began to change.

In the earthquake, the scene of saving people was exciting.

Make people cry.

A mother's great maternal love touched people all over the world.

That message is the most shocking: dear baby, if you are still alive, please remember that I love you.

This is a sad sentence, so I have never left tears for anything, and I have been moved and become sentimental.

Let me know that there is still love in this world, and this world is beautiful.

However, it is too late.

I have become an iceberg.

No amount of things can affect me.

But at school, my classmates' friendship, teachers' concern and friends' concern changed me.

I finally tore off my disguise.

My mind is actually unnecessary, because it can't be realized and it can't disappear.

I hope mom and dad can get back together, but unfortunately they both have their own other half, so let me bury this wish in my heart and turn it into my fantasy.

Now I'm not lonely.

Because I have friends.

Know the beauty of this world.

I used to be lonely, but now I am happy.

I used to think the world was cold, but now I think it is a world of love.

Postscript: There is true love in the world and true love in the world.

We should all open our hearts.

Speak your mind.

Let yourself not be depressed.

One thing, like a scar, is deeply engraved in my mind and unforgettable ... I remember that it was a sunny Sunday, and I was idle at home and planned to go to the park for a while. So I went to my mother and said to her, "Mom, I'm going to play in the park for a while, okay?" "My mother agreed and told me to pay attention to safety. I agreed without thinking. When I came to the park, the scenery was beautiful. Flowers are in full bloom. A gentle breeze brushed my cheek as if touching my face. The grass also danced yangko with the rhythm of Xifeng, and Grandpa Sun was laughing. I seem to have walked into a continuous picture. " Wow ... "Suddenly, there was a baby crying in my ear. Pulled me out of this flower. I looked around and found a little brother fell, his hand was skinned and he was still crying. I rushed over, squatted down, blew on the wound and asked, "Does it still hurt?" "My little brother cried even more. My little brother's mother came by and saw me beside him. She thought I made him cry, so she scolded me severely: "You child, how can you bully the weak?" Are you bullying the small with the big? Who do you think you are? Fortunately, my son is fine, otherwise I would have sued your parents. " After listening to my aunt's words, my tears only swirled in my eyes and sobbed. She said, "I didn't push him down." "You child, how dare you quibble." My aunt left angrily. When my aunt left, my tears dripped like broken beads. I hurried home and hid in my room and cried quietly, but this crying will always be locked in this room and I can't run out, forever, forever. ......

Please indicate the source? My heart composition is 500 words in the first day of junior high school!