Let me say what I think.

Rule number one: tell mom what you think.

Dear mom, I have a lot to say to you:

You are busy at work, go to bed early and keep warm. I work hard every day, so pay attention to rest. Don't wear yourself out for money. If it really doesn't work, take a day off.

You are a little fat, you need to lose weight. Run around the village every day, do about 50 push-ups, sit-ups 100, and jump rope 300 times, so that you can lose weight and wear skirts. How beautiful!

You are a little picky about food. Eat whatever you have every day, so that you have enough nutrition. In addition, you should eat less fat and more vegetables and bean products, because you have been catching a cold. Eat some vegetables, which will make you less sick. You know, getting sick is hard!

Mom, your eyesight is not good. Play less computer and watch less TV, and your eyesight will get better and better.

I hope that through this composition, I can express my thoughts in this way and let you know that I love you!

Chapter 2: Tell your mother what you think.

But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays. This short sentence contains how many mothers care for their children! You have been with me since I couldn't read. I have tried to open my mouth countless times to express my heart, but when I saw your busy figure, I swallowed back.

Today, I want to tell you the truth! First of all, I want to say, "I don't know how much effort you have devoted to my study!" " "

Just say it once! That day, the math test paper was handed out. When I saw it, my head exploded, because I got an unexpected 85 points. After I got this test paper, I didn't attend class well all afternoon. After school at night, my feet seem to be stuck and I dare not go home. Finally, when I got home, I walked in the door in frustration. My mother asked me what I got in the exam, and I said, "85." The sound was similar to that of mosquitoes, but it was still heard by my mother. I hung my head and blushed, waiting for the storm to come. Unexpectedly, my mother calmly said to me, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. The main thing is to see where you are wrong and correct it next time." I nodded, and after my mother analyzed this test paper for me, she took me for a walk in the park, and my mood gradually improved.

Mom, I want to say to you: "You are desperate for me, desperate for yourself. You have done too much for me, but you should also pay attention to your health. As the saying goes: "The mother in the world must be a hero! I want to say to you: "Mom, I love you!" " " "

Chapter 3: Tell your parents what you think.

Why choose the topic "Tell my parents what I think"? Because I think, as children, we should talk to our parents to let them know more about our voices, and we should also know what their parents think.

Students now! Busy studying, doing homework and coping with exams all day. How do you have time to communicate with your parents and understand their thoughts?

Now we always want to "break through the world" and do something "great" with our own strength, but our parents always stop us for fear that we will be "injured", so there will always be some inevitable contradictions. Why is this contradiction inevitable? Because of the lack of communication and communication between children and parents, contradictions continue to accumulate, which may lead to some completely unnecessary consequences, such as running away from home and self-abuse. ...

We don't have time to talk to our parents. Even if we have time, our parents will let us do this and that. Just like why I am so unhappy, I just finished my homework and prepared to watch TV. My mother asked me to practice Chinese calligraphy. After dinner, let me do extracurricular counseling books; Seeing the children playing outside the window, I have an unspeakable taste in my heart. In the afternoon, I will have writing class, Olympic class and any English intensive class. ...

People say that childhood is golden and happy, but why is my childhood so unhappy? Mom and Dad, do you know why?

Everyone's childhood should be the happiest, so where do my troubles come from? I believe you must feel very heavy after reading this article! When can we really lighten the students' schoolwork burden? Let children enjoy their short childhood happily? Why is this happening? It is because of the lack of communication between parents and children that communication time is spent on learning! Dad, mom, teachers and all aspects of society should pay attention to this very serious problem! It is because parents and children lack communication. Communication is the only bridge that can communicate the hearts of parents and children. As children, we should take some time to find our parents, communicate and express our thoughts. I believe that as long as you communicate with your parents calmly, your parents will certainly understand you, because they also had a childhood.

Communication is very important!

Let's talk to our parents!

Article 4: Speak from the heart and write articles.

Dear Mom and Dad:

Hello!

The affection between children and parents cannot be measured by money. Motherly love is like a song, warm and lingering; Father loves mountains and is generous and silent. The love of parents is selfless and generous. Maybe a little smile and a little compliment from you will give me the greatest comfort.

It's late at night, only the twinkling little stars are playing freely in the sky. By this time, you have fallen asleep, but I want to tell you something from the heart.

In my eyes, how great you are, you are like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Give me the strength to go forward, and when I flinch in the face of difficulties, it encourages me to move forward. You may be a cup of coffee that tastes bitter first and then sweet, or a symphony that keeps playing sweet notes for me. Mother is like a bright flower, kind and beautiful; Dad is like a free-flying eagle, working hard outside every day. And I am like a bird, but I can't fly freely.

Dad, mom, I'm a child of 12 years old. Why can't I do something small for you?

I remember one time when I came home from school, I wanted to help my mother share some housework. After I put down my schoolbag, I saw my mother concentrate on cooking in the kitchen. I picked up a mop and put it in the pool to get wet and dragged it on the ground. At this time, my father came back, and I thought you would praise me. I can't help feeling smug, but I didn't expect you to say to me coldly, "How many floors will you drag?" Go and do your homework. " It really makes me sad. I have asked for a bus home after school more than once, but you are always worried that you will pick me up after school every day.

Although, you won't scold me because I often make small mistakes, and you won't blame me for not doing well in an exam. You always embrace everything I have with your broad mind. I know you love me, and your love is selfless and meticulous. But once you love too much, it will become doting.

Mom and dad, although I won't always be the first, I am the only one for you, and your love is unique, and others can't give it to me.

People always have to grow up. Whether you like it or not, I am not a child of three or four years old. I can do it myself when I grow up. Let me fly freely in the blue sky!

Finally, I sincerely say to you: "I love you!" " "

hope

Good health, smooth work and all the best!

Love your daughter: xx

Chapter Five: Writing from the Heart

To tell the truth, I have no secrets in my heart.

What I can feel sometimes is only the ups and downs that ordinary people can feel, and my heart is naturally ordinary.

I feel happy. I have an amiable mother, an understanding father, grandparents who love me and teachers who care about me. I feel very satisfied. I have a complete family, I can always feel happy around me, and nothing can make me unhappy. I should have forgotten the temporary unhappiness.

I don't like haggling with others, and I won't waste precious time listening to useless things. Every moment of my life is a blank sheet of paper with only two words on it: happiness and doubt.

Happiness always accompanies me and makes me optimistic. I will never be angry unless I have to, and even if I am angry, I will not be "foggy and gloomy forever." Some people say that I love to bring happiness to others. I don't think so. Everyone has happiness, but sometimes it is covered by troubles. Only by thinking hard about happiness can we really have happiness.

I won't be angry, I just wonder, "Why do others study well? Why don't my parents let me have a pet? When I was a child, I wanted a snow-white dog or cat. I begged my parents. Of course, I was rejected, so I got to the bottom of it, but I still couldn't get it. Why is a poor old man walking on the grass? What makes her so poor? Please raise your hand when speaking in class. Why does the teacher always call me the least? Sometimes when I see my classmates doing well, I have to ask myself: Can I do it? ……

"Doubt" and "happiness" are simple children like me, always by my side, observing this wonderful world with happy eyes, chattering and discussing curiously. Let my life radiate infinite brilliant light. ...

Chapter Six: Writing from the Heart

You know what, mom and dad? Although you raised me, you gave me a lot of happiness. But when I grow up, you give me happiness, but most of them are teaching me and hitting me. If I don't do well in the exam, I have to be beaten. Can a bird standing on a branch become a phoenix?

I remember once, after studying art for several months or even a year or two, I didn't want to go. You had to let me go, but I went anyway. This is purely depriving me of the happiness of my childhood, leaving me with shadows and scars, leaving me with no childhood memories. I was only three years old then. Is it worthwhile to become a golden doll without giving birth to me?

And you often say to me, "What kind of car we can take, what kind of house we live in and what kind of life we will live in the future depend on you." He also said, "Because of you, our hair is all white." What's the point of these unbearable nagging? Our children are human beings and have the right to decide their own future.

Finally, one day, I really can't stand it. Years of hatred are like a raging river, constantly erupting. When I think of those old things in previous years, I fly into a rage, and pouring all the world on me can't put out the fire in my heart. So, I crustily skin of head to "fight". Although I was still scared, I had enough. I'm strong this time. No matter how you hit me, I won't say a soft word. But finally once, you were in a bad mood and took it out on me with a feather duster. I was defeated. Take whatever you want, but this feather duster is my nemesis. If you hit me again, I won't care about anything. I will be desperate. To put it mildly, your education method is wrong; At worst, you are abusing children. Our children are not machines, we also have our own ideals, our own ideas and practices, and our own way of growing up, and we must not let you deprive us.

Childhood is extremely precious to our children and all the people in the world. We can put everything aside to fight for childhood. Happy childhood and achievements, who can be more valuable? This is an unquestionable question. We will always protect childhood, because we love childhood!

Chapter 7: Tell your mother what you think.

Mom, although I am growing up day by day, the joy of growing up is decreasing day by day. Do you know why? Because your attitude towards me is completely different from before. Take the recent math test as an example. The result is not ideal this time. This should be put aside in the past, and you will always comfort me: "Winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists." This time, it's different. When you see your achievements, you are furious. I said unjustly, "Mom, didn't you always comfort me before?" This time ... "I haven't finished yet, and you have already fired:" That was before. You were young. How old are you now? You disappoint me so much! "

Mom, you know what? I can understand your criticism, but what you said hurt my self-esteem. Since then, although I have been working hard, my grades have not improved. I was depressed, too.

Mom, did you find out? I'm afraid to be with you. Because as long as you see me, you will chatter endlessly, and I can hear your 80 decibel roar anytime and anywhere. Because of high tension, the brain is more out of control, and as a result, simple knowledge often makes mistakes, not to mention improving grades. For this, I am very distressed, I hesitate, but it still doesn't help.

Mom, how I wish you could love me as much as before, give me warmth and let me feel your love all the time; More space, give me freedom, let me fly freely in the blue sky like a bird; More encouragement makes me confident. I think, as long as I have no worries and relax, I will return to that confident and lively me.

Mom, I dare not tell you face to face, so I wrote it down on paper and put it on your pillow. I hope you can understand me.

Chapter 8: Pour out your heart to your good friends.

Dear Guan Hanhan:

We are best friends. The days when we were inseparable as children are my most precious childhood memories: the happy time when we ate, slept, played and did everything together. ...

When I was in kindergarten, you were like a follower, learning everything from me and doing everything I did:

I want to sleep, you accompany me to fake sleep, I want to take a shower, you play with me, I want to eat and drink, you say, hey! Save some for me! Your mother often blames you and says: My sister is not like this!

Your mother is a clever tailor and often makes the same clothes for us. When we play together, people often say that your mother has beautiful twins!

However, we get along well and sometimes we are unhappy. Oh, one thing is fresh in my memory. We rode bicycles together when you were in the big class. You must change bikes with me. I refused at first, and finally promised you. You crossed the road triumphantly and clumsily on my cart and accidentally pushed me into the bushes by the side of the road. I had a bad fall and cried in pain, but you didn't even say hello, and you blamed me for riding badly. At that time, I hated you to death and vowed never to be friends with you again. But when I saw that no children wanted to play with you except me, you stood alone. Poor thing, I thought you were too lonely.

Your mother went to Japan for three years, and your father was both a father and a mother. My mother often takes us out to play. People say that my mother has lovely twins!

Tell you a secret, my mother often writes to your mother, my mother often praises you for being sensible and beautiful, and your mother thinks you are particularly good; But your father picked on you and wrote: You wet the bed again yesterday, and you can't learn addition and subtraction in ten minutes, and you can't say nursery rhymes ... Your mother thinks you are terrible!

Unconsciously, kindergarten time passed and we all entered primary school. You are in Grade One, and I am in Grade Two. Your parents often say that you don't study well. Don't be discouraged, develop good study habits, listen carefully in class, do your homework in time after school, and ask if you don't understand. A famous person once said: Genius is 99% sweat and 1% inspiration. We should help and encourage each other.

Although we seldom meet now, I still miss you. You bring me a lot of happiness, and you make me feel that having a good partner is the wealth of my life!