A difficult first-year composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is a short article I compiled for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

1 Watching those children have such a good time, they are playing carefree. I was the same a few years ago. When I grow up, I have more troubles. The thought of those troubles gives me a headache. I really don't want to grow up.

My academic performance is only above average, and I almost failed the exam. In junior high school, I found myself less and less fond of learning. My mother often says, "Why don't you study hard? How can I get into high school? You are almost unreliable in junior high school. If you fail, what will you do in your future work? " Someone wants your junior high school diploma, and you have no special skills. what are you going to do？ It is worthwhile to study now. Children study for themselves, not for their parents. "Yes, if you don't study now, you will get ahead. Now even some college students have no jobs. It bothers me to think about this problem.

Just entering junior high school, everything is so strange, teachers, schools, classmates. A semester has passed like this, and there are not many students I know. I don't know how to communicate with them. When I was in physical education class, many classmates played together. I really want to play with them, but I don't know how to tell them

My mother read my diary the day before yesterday, which annoyed me. I went to reason with my mother, who said that parents should know everything about their children. But my little secret was written in my diary, and it was known as if it had been seen through naked. I quarreled with my mother, and we are in the cold war these days.

How I wish there were no troubles in my life! A person can't be carefree, just like under the sun, there are inevitably short clouds. In fact, worry is not terrible, the key is how you treat it. From now on, let's deal with and eliminate our troubles together, and let's mature with colorful dreams!

Composition 2: My troubles Writing 2 in the first day of junior high school In the process of our growth, there are pains, joys and sorrows. Of course, there are also problems.

Before the first monthly exam this semester, I am confident to prepare for the upcoming exam.

I opened the textbooks of various subjects and carefully reviewed what I had learned, without missing a word. I secretly encouraged myself in my heart: Come on! Xie Yongchang, you must do well in the exam.

In a blink of an eye, I finished reading all the textbooks of seven subjects. At this time, slackers gradually occupied my mind. I thought that every subject was well reviewed and there was no problem in the exam. So, I began to relax, thinking about the relaxation after the exam, completely ignoring the review.

The exam went on as scheduled, and I still walked confidently in the examination room, writing the test questions easily, without any tension in the exam.

At the end of the exam one day, other students were discussing their answers, but I think I did well in the exam and I am full of confidence in my answers.

On the day of handing out the papers, I sat in the classroom, not nervous, because of my confidence.

My overconfidence seems to indicate the result of my exam-I failed.

When those "bloody" papers with wrong numbers were delivered to me, I felt as if I had lost consciousness. The self-confidence of the previous exam has gone, leaving only infinite troubles.

This is a sunny day, but I have never been happy. I feel very heavy and my heart is full of troubles.

Confidence is not a bad thing. But while being confident, we should also make our own efforts. Our self-confidence should be based on hard work.

Everyone has troubles when growing up, but we should try our best to change ourselves, eliminate troubles and be a happy middle school student.

In the composition class, the teacher assigned an article called Growing Pains. When I first heard this topic, I was filled with joy. During my long journey of growing up, many things have troubled me. But when my inspiration gathered at the moment when the pen tip touched the grass green composition paper, my brain immediately "collapsed". After a period of racking my brains and thinking hard, I remembered several scenes that are still fresh in my memory.

Scene 1:

"You are so old, why can't you even tidy up the room!" "Don't post pictures!" My mother nagged "I'm back" and I whispered "I'm doing my homework!" Who knows my mother heard it, so the wisdom of "getting used to life" came on. Alas! Is this the price of growing up? Actually retains a trace of childish breath, perhaps this is what people call the experience of growing up!

Scene 2:

When I was a child, I often chatted freely with my father. Now that I am in junior high school, that kind of communication seems strange, and occasional small talk often leads to scores. I seldom had free time last time. Just when I talked about learning interesting things, my father turned me back: "By the way, how did you do in the last exam?" My happiness vanished in an instant. Alas, is the communication between parents and children only about study and grades? I know this is my parents' fault. It is the wish of parents all over the world to want their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed. Poverty inherits the wind! But have you thought about how your children feel? Tell the truth: "Worry is not terrible, the key is how to face it." Yes, we should face it and end our troubles as soon as possible!

Indeed, growing up has brought troubles, just like paying taxes for maturity, but I prefer a lyric: "I'm worried recently, but I'm not confused." I will grow up quietly ... "

The bell rang.

The minute hand on the clock points to the end of class, but I pray silently in my heart: don't finish class-there will be a lot of homework coming to me after class.

Face up to the facts

Instead, I was controlled by a huge amount of homework, just like a giant eagle trying to fly into the sky was locked in a cage and couldn't move, but I still sat back at my desk.

Anti-Japanese war to the end

Homework is like a mountain, and I am just one of the stupid people. I can't reverse it, but I can reduce it This is also my "duty". The hour hand and minute hand on the clock seem to be tied to the motor and rotate rapidly. I look up at nine o'clock and then at eleven o'clock! The pen in my hand is clenched, and my hand speed is unconsciously accelerated.

When we were together, I suddenly found that my homework was smiling at me, rubbing my eyes and trying to wake myself up, but any action didn't help, and it wouldn't affect the feelings of both eyelids at all.

I don't know when the war of resistance between me and my homework became fierce. There was a flash of excitement in my haggard eyes, and I rubbed my dark eyes. I was about to get up when the cell phone next to me rang "Ding Dong", so I didn't have to guess, and I didn't know when the class representative forgot to leave his homework.

World War II broke out.

So, I sat down at the "lovely and hateful" desk again, and my homework seemed to be full of energy, ready to fight with me to the end. Finally, after I cleaned the papers and exercise books, I dragged my tired body and walked to the bed step by step.

Eradicate the grass-uproot it

Just as I was about to lie in bed, my mother grabbed me. So English is sending videos again. I had no choice but to get up and shoot a video. At the end of the video, the time on my mobile phone has been displayed for the next day. That's why I walked firmly to the bed and thought: No one can stop my "sleeping dream". At this time, I suddenly found that the farthest distance in time is the distance between me and the bed.

I believe everyone has a lot of troubles! My problem is that my sister is too picky about food.

Are you all a little picky? But my sister is unusual and very picky.

Once, my mother cooked a delicious meal, which really made my mouth water thousands of miles away. But when my elder sister first came, she saw her brow wrinkling into a "V" shape and said, "I've eaten it all! Can't you change something else? " Mother was very helpless and didn't speak. Sister took a piece of meat to eat and said, "Is this meat cooked? Put more when cooking ... "Mom finally had enough, threw down her chopsticks and said angrily," Don't be picky every time you eat! What's the matter! " So, the fierce saliva "war" began, and I had to run away quickly.

Another time, I went to my grandmother's house to play, and my sister happened to be there. I want to see if she has changed during this time. But the good thing didn't happen, but the bad thing happened: grandma served delicious food after delicious food, and my sister frowned as soon as she put a piece of green vegetables in her mouth. "This vegetable is not light, it's not delicious at all, and ..." We were confused by her words, and it was really "wave after wave"! I had to grab two mouthfuls of rice in a hurry and escape from the "battlefield" on the pretext of watching TV for a while.

Alas, sister, can't you understand the painstaking efforts of my mother and my mother-in-law? I hope we can have a happy day in the future.

Every child grows up in happiness, and she (he) lives happily in every mother's heart. If maternal love is a song of life, then blame is a bass, care is a treble, and caring and missing are the main themes of maternal love.

In life, we will also come into contact with teachers' concern. Teachers are red candles, illuminating others and burning themselves; Is a gardener, cultivating peaches and plums all over the world; It is fire that ignites the fire in students' hearts; It is a stone pattern, carrying the students' steady climbing step by step. You sow with words, water with sweat, cultivate with chalk, and moisten with painstaking efforts. Sow spring with love, sow ideals, sow strength ... Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, as sweet as a clear spring; Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.

On the road of life, there have been bumps and regrets, but the beauty of youth has not been lost. As long as you believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember this sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars.

Love is everywhere. Of course, money is not everything. It can buy clocks, but it can't buy time. You can buy books, but not knowledge; You can buy medicine, but you can't buy health; You can buy jewelry, but you can't buy beauty; You can buy a house, but you can't buy warmth; You can buy delicious food, but you can't buy an appetite.

Therefore, our growth is happy, and it is everywhere. You'll have to learn it by yourself. Let's remember that love is eternal and it is impossible to give money. Just like happiness, no one can buy it. I hope you can cherish it.

There are two episodes in life, one is happiness and the other is trouble. But recently, my life has been occupied by the biggest worry-myopia.

Wearing glasses of more than 300 degrees every day, I can't see clearly sitting in the third row. Originally, I thought wearing glasses was strange and fun, and it was a symbol of learning! But now I feel the opposite. Wearing glasses is particularly troublesome. Summer is fine. As soon as I entered the room in winter, the lenses were foggy, and I might have hit something. Especially playing basketball is even more inconvenient. You can't run and jump as freely and fiercely as others do. When you sweat, your glasses will slip. If you don't wear them ... Hehe, you can't see the baskets anywhere, let alone throw them. My favorite "three-pointer" has become an idiotic dream! Even on my way to school, I didn't see my mother without glasses! Alas! I'm so bored!

There is such a joke: a person with high myopia goes to a friend's house as a guest. After entering the door, my glasses were covered with fog, so I took them off. Then he wants to hang his coat on the wall. At this moment, I saw a black spot on the wall and thought it was a nail, so I hung it up, but my clothes fell to the ground. It turned out to be a fly. I picked up my clothes and found a black spot, so I slapped it angrily. As a result, my hand was pierced. It turned out that it was a real nail. Although I am not as serious as him, I am often laughed at.

Myopia is not only troublesome but also ridiculed. What I admire most is Spider-Man, because he has a pair of keen eyes. I wish I had a pair of discerning eyes like him!

Alas!

Childhood in memory is beautiful. Unconsciously, twelve years old passed me quietly, and thirteen years old came quietly. I bid farewell to my childhood and entered youth.

The passage of time disappeared with my childhood, accompanied by my growth and troubles.

I entered middle school, met new classmates and teachers, and everything in primary school became a thing of the past. The first class in junior high school-military training, although only lasted for three days, I think those three days are longer than before. Just after the military training, I took a long breath. Great, I will start a new journey tomorrow. Who knows, it is actually trouble. There are no familiar people in the new class; Teachers are not as nervous as primary school teachers; Good friends in primary school made new friends in the new class; The increase of subjects; Weekends are no longer their own; Parents' nagging; Poor grades; The rejection of classmates; An increase in homework. Everything happened to me in the first semester of junior high school. At that time, I was depressed for a while, because I felt that I was out of place in the new class and was very painful. Time flies, I seem to be doing the same thing every day-getting up, going to school and sleeping. I felt the growing pains for the first time.

Although I am much better now, I have gradually integrated into the new class and accepted the teacher, but I am still carefree in my childhood. As I grow up, so do my setbacks. It is because of all kinds of setbacks that I have learned a lot. I understand that growing up has some troubles, but it is also happy!

Who knows-

We also have troubles.

Moreover, the troubles are no less than those of adults.

But how many people can understand it?

I don't know

I don't want to know.

Because I think children my age can understand.

Adults will never understand

Because the youth of adults has passed.

And children of the same age have the same troubles as us.

Only we can understand.

Most of our troubles are reflected in our studies.

I don't do well in every exam.

Adults are always gossiping.

Let us worry more.

However-

As long as the adults know us better.

So we ...

It's easy to get out of the shadow of failure.

Come to the sun

but

Such parents are only a minority.

therefore

We just worry all day.

therefore

Are we not happy?

no

We also have a lot of happiness.

During the exam

If you do well in the exam

Happy parents

So are you.

so

Happiness is in your own hands.

Both happiness and trouble are in your usual performance.

Happiness is giving.

To worry, you have to pay.

However, pain is far greater than happiness.

Worry is your happiness.

Once, my grades were among the best, but since the third grade, I have become very careless, and my grades have dropped from the first three to the tenth. Who knows this is the result of carelessness?

One morning, as soon as I arrived at school, I had a math exam. When I handed in my papers, I was full of confidence. I always felt that I was determined to get full marks in the exam. Who knows, I didn't find out until I handed out the test paper, because I made a very big mistake and finally got 90 points. The teacher shook his head, and the students laughed at me as "the king of carelessness".

At home, I often make the old habit of carelessness. Once I did my English homework, I accidentally wrote the letter "A" as "K". So, a red cross appeared in my notebook, and my grandmother sitting next to me lit my pen and said, "When can you change your careless habit?"

Another time, I helped my father wear glasses. I am proud to think that I can finally do something for him. As a result, my father complained as soon as he put on his glasses Why is it more blurred? At first glance, it turned out to be mom's glasses! Careless, because my parents' glasses frames are all black, I am busy showing my ability. I didn't look carefully when I took the glasses, so I handed my mother's hyperopia glasses to my nearsighted father! Look, isn't this a crown and a coat?

Carelessness, as I grew up, came slowly, affecting my study and life. I think I must carefully check my homework in the future and make fewer mistakes. I must also be careful in everything and stay away from carelessness to avoid embarrassment.

On the way of growing up, I really hope to have less troubles and more happiness!

My name is 1 1, and I am a member of the Disciplinary Committee of Class x(x). It is because of me that my position has caused me a lot of trouble.

Almost everyone in our class thinks I am very strict and fair. Actually, I don't want this either. I have violated discipline once!

I remember it was a period of time when I just became a member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, physical education class. We came running up. I shouted, "Quiet!" Maybe my prestige is not enough! But after a while, they began to talk again. I subconsciously picked up a short piece of chalk from the podium and threw it at them. I didn't expect to be seen by those who already bear a grudge against me and said, "The teacher said that throwing chalk means writing instructions. You should write an article and buy a box. " I had nothing to say, so I wrote, only to hear a few jeers behind me.

Sometimes I didn't finish my homework and was punished by lectures. Sometimes I always make up my mind when I meet my primary school classmates talking in class. But between responsibility and friendship, I must choose responsibility. At the class meeting last Friday, my own PPT was recognized and praised at home, but it was also ignored and resented.

Maybe many people think I am a nosy and neurotic person. However, every time I sue someone, I am working for the class in a different way. In fact, to report a person, I need to bear seven points of fear and try to squeeze three points of courage out of my body.

I am heartless on the surface, but I also want to laugh and laugh with you, play with youth and have fun together.

However, I have responsibility on my shoulders, discipline on my back and class rules in my hands. I will throw my troubles into the trash can and complete the task wholeheartedly. I am responsible for the class, everyone and the position of the Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Trouble 12 In life, trouble is everywhere. I believe everyone will have troubles, but these troubles will make people feel sad and lonely.

I remember when I was three years old, my mother went to work in other places and only came back once a year. That was the Spring Festival. So in this year, my mother couldn't accompany me, which made me feel that my mother's love began to become distant. The following year, my father also went to work in other places, leaving me with my grandfather. From 20xx to 20xx, I have been less loved and accompanied by my parents than other children in recent years.

One day, our dormitory talked about how much my parents cared about me when I was a child. I heard that their parents are so concerned. They send some fruit or buy some snacks to school every week. At this time, tears kept spinning in my eyes, and I held back my tears. I can't figure out why I can't get the care and companionship of my parents like them. Seeing other people's parents playing together, I can only stare at them blankly, and my mind is trying to recall the scene where my parents played with me. Since then, this matter has become my trouble.

Later, I told my grandfather about it. Grandpa said to me earnestly, "it's not that your parents don't want to take you." Because they don't have much money to do farm work at home. Only by working outside can you earn more money for your family. " From then on, I began to understand my parents' love for us and met a group of new classmates.

Worry seems to be a bad thing, but sometimes it can make people get the meaning of growth.

Troubled composition 13 alas, unintentionally, did we have any enemies in our last life?

There is a worry that has been bothering me for a long time! Too hasty. Every time I don't give him a complete lecture, he sometimes "snickers" around me, and I can't wait for a typhoon of magnitude 9 to blow him away from the clouds. Blow him up. (It feels so evil)

He made me suffer a lot. Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me slowly.

During the math exam, the teacher sat solemnly on the podium, and we sat solemnly on the desk, preparing a poor and miserable class. For the exam, our serious appearance instantly turned into a bitter gourd face (except my son Zhao Dacai, of course). I show off in an ostentatious manner, as if I were the first. I handed out the test paper, and I scanned it gently, which was very difficult. I picked up the brush. But not noticing sloppy is snickering, which is definitely not good. I was shocked when the test paper was handed out. There is a terrible red number 82 on the test paper. How is that possible? I rubbed my eyes and said, "It's not true, it's not true." . Read the newspaper. It's all small mistakes. Write the wrong number, write the wrong question. Looks like I can't escape French tonight. My mother will scold me to death. Carelessness is a bad thing.

On Sunday, my family went to my grandmother's house, and my mother gave me the key to the house. I said that I would be given an arduous and glorious task. I took the key and left. We had a good time, but when I came back, I found that if I couldn't find it, I would make a casual face at me. I know it's his ghost again, but I can't overcome her, so we have been squatting in front of the door.

You lazy bastard, will you stop bothering me? My problem is this mess.

Everyone has troubles, and they do.

I was born with one of the biggest worries-carelessness. This bad habit has been with me for six years and I haven't got rid of it. Sometimes I call it a follower, but it says, "I am your shadow, you brought it yourself!" " "I have been trying to get rid of this bad habit, but I have never been able to get rid of it. Every time I accidentally ruin my mood.

Once, my mother said that if I got more than 95 points in this exam, I would buy the complete works of ultimate class. What a tempting prize! I hooked up with my mother, and I was reviewing for tomorrow's exam that night. The next day, the exam began. I read the newspaper. Is it quite simple? Here comes the prize. I have a plan. I will finish it in one minute, check it again, and pray to God: Bless me and stop being careless. After praying, I handed the paper to the teacher. I handed out the paper in the afternoon, and I glanced at it. A red "9" in my heart. It seems that my prize is very promising. When I got home, I happily said to my mother, "Mom, ultimate class." My mother squinted at me and said, "Examination paper." The test paper was given to my mother. Now, all I can think about is my ultimate class. God bless me! "You silly ghost, look at you. You haven't done the problem yet. " My mother's sudden "volcanic eruption" scared me to stumble. I picked up the newspaper and read it, huh? Oh, there's really a question left unanswered. Alas, how could I be so careless!

Ah, carelessness, carelessness, you piss me off. When can you come to me carefully?

Everyone has to grow up, but troubles will follow.

The exploding brain

Needless to say, heavy schoolbags and thick books, just a lot of homework makes me sick and tired. In a blink of an eye, primary school is over, which doesn't mean it's a good thing, just a troublesome cow. There are many more courses in middle schools than in primary schools, and the tasks completed by middle schools are more than twice that of primary schools.

One day, the teacher assigned a lot of homework. As soon as I got home, I became a small copywriter and started flying books. After writing, I sat on the sofa and watched TV leisurely for a while to relax my nervousness. But it didn't last long. When my mother came back from work, the stern gun was aimed at me at once, yelling at me: all middle school students, all adults, don't study hard, don't want their own future. Go to review quickly. I have to reluctantly review. Alas, I use this poem from time to time to express my feelings: today, my hands are flooded with too many questions. Although I have the answer book, I mistakenly copied the page elsewhere, speeding up and speeding up, and my mind was in a mess.

heart disease

In middle school, I don't know why there are some pimples on my forehead. At first I thought it was a bacterial infection, but I just washed it with warm water. But later, instead of getting better, it got worse. I checked with my mother in the dermatology department of the county hospital and took the medicine. The doctor said: it is difficult for you to recover from this disease. Take medicine and rub it on time. Well, you just got sick, and now you have another one. It can be said that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each wave is longer than the other. I really want to film me on the beach.

Please go, please.