Six essays for fifth grade students to talk about their inner feelings

A composition for Grades 1 and 5

I remember that when I was a child, I often liked to go to the rooftop alone, lie on a chair, and look up at the moon hanging high in the sky. I once had a bold idea: How great it would be if I could talk to the moon about my true feelings!

Beautiful moon, do you know? I really envy you. I envy you for being able to shine high in the sky. I envy you for being able to show your dazzling side on the big stage of the blue sky! In addition, I have a question for you. When it is late at night and all creatures close their eyes to rest, then you Are you lonely?

It is you who make me understand that people have joys and sorrows, and that people have their own birth, old age, illness and death. I remember when my grandma passed away, I was very sad and my heart ached. I always think about the same question in my mind: Why did God have the heart to take my grandma away. I didn’t see the last of my grandmother before she died. Why? On the night when my grandmother passed away, I still had the habit of my childhood. I walked up to the rooftop alone and looked at you. I found that your face was very different from usual. It was still round last night. Why is it tonight? Will there be one corner missing? Later, my mother told me and I understood. I haven't been this sad since. Because whenever I encounter something unhappy, I will think of you first.

I think your home should be very fun! Why do you say that? Because the beautiful girls from ancient times are now in your home. Spaceships often come to your home to explore the universe and collect information. I really want to play in your home!

"People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope people will live long and live thousands of miles together." This poem is from ancient literature Jia Dongpo layman - Su Dongpo wrote it to express his lovesickness. I think this poem is the most appropriate way to describe my mood now!

A composition for the second and fifth grade students to express their inner thoughts

I have a lot of inner thoughts that I want to say I can’t say it anymore, so let’s use this composition to pour it out at once.

My studies are good, but my trouble lies in my studies. I love learning, but I love playing even more. To be honest, which child in the world doesn’t like to play? Playing is our nature. But in senior grade, who dares to play? That time I finished my homework on Saturday. I wanted to study in the morning on Sunday and go to my grandma’s house in the afternoon, but my mother asked me to recite English again. I was very reluctant. As soon as I finished memorizing, my mother asked me to recite English again. When I wrote the Mathematical Olympiad question on "Executions from One Case," it really pissed me off to death.

The school homework is not too much, but the most disgusting thing is that extracurricular study class, which takes up all Saturdays and Sundays! I said to my father: "Can I go to a few less classes?" Dad Shaking my head, I said to my mother again, and my mother also shook her head. Alas, what era! We really want to become birds and be free. We want to go through the computer to the happy planet, do experiments with "polyhedrons", hide and seek with "lotus paste buns" and make trouble together, and let a robot do it for us. I study.

We don’t want brigade committee members or monitors..., we just want to be happy! We don’t want a false “golden childhood”, we want a truly happy childhood! Give us a happy childhood!

A composition for third and fifth grade students to talk about their inner feelings

I am a goddess, a beautiful, proud and kind-hearted goddess. My home is located in a park in the middle of the street. There are many of my friends there, and they are all beautiful. Don't look at me as a goddess who is aloof and carefree all day long. In fact, I am not happy. Today I will talk about what is in my heart.

The artist carved us like this, I think, so that we can protect our homes, make the park more beautiful, and make the city more beautiful. However, you look at the sculptures around me that are the same as me or even more beautiful than me. They are all portrayed in a bad way by you humans. Some even lack arms and legs. Can you bear it?

Look, the little girl with the basket is so cute, but one of her feet was broken by someone, and she became a lame girl. How sad she was.

Although we are all made of stone, we also know pain. Every time I see her, I can't help crying, and my feet also hurt... I know that the little girl is often crying, It’s just that you humans can’t see it!

Ah! I also saw a handsome young man. He was using a knife to carve the four characters "come here for a visit" on a large carved bowl. He climbed into the big bowl to take pictures, and his handsome face changed. It's so ugly and uncivilized! Look, there is also the little lion in front. His little face has been painted with colorful colors. He must also feel uncomfortable and is crying secretly!

A composition for fourth and fifth grade students to talk about their inner feelings

Dad, you are like a towering mountain in my mind, protecting me all the time. Hello history, you tell me vivid stories every night, making me fall asleep with a smile on my face. I am always so happy and happy when I am with you. But you know? You have a shortcoming that has always disgusted me. I want to talk to you today.

Do you still remember that time? You and I took a train to travel abroad. I excitedly brought poker and checkers, hoping to play with you and spend a happy time. But when I took out the playing cards, you suddenly frowned. He scolded: "Why are you playing again? Tiantian already knows how to play. I haven't finished playing Boom Beach yet. I will ask your mother to give you some exercises later. If you can't do it, we will settle the score!" After that, The phone is like a big magnet, attracting your attention again. At that moment, I was extremely unconvinced and thought to myself: Aren’t you making so many excuses just to play more games? You talk about "Boom Island" every day, so you can just live in the game! Some people play My son is extremely nervous and wants to relax. And your playing is just a bad habit! Looking at you again, your eyes are very wide and round, and your hands are tapping the screen rhythmically. It seems that games and mobile phones are your "little sweethearts". As soon as I touched you, you seemed to be avoiding the plague, suddenly shaking your body and shouting: "Don't touch me, I don't know if I will pass the test soon? Have you finished the question? Did you do it right?" Looking at you continuously I couldn't bear to raise my head, and I truly realized the true meaning of "concentrate".

Dad, please stop being a "bow-head" and spend more time with your family, okay?

A composition for fifth and fifth grade students to express their inner feelings

Time is the best medicine for treating psychological trauma in the world; time can turn two fist-fighting people into friends; time can also change many things in our lives.

When I was very young, my parents taught me to cherish time and make good use of every minute. The most precious learning time in life is only these few years, and it cannot be wasted. I just listened to it, didn't take it to heart, and just played. I thought that not wasting time means living happily every day, but now, I have changed my outlook on life.

I am fifteen years old this year. Fifteen years is 5,475 days, 130,140 hours, and 7,880,400 minutes. I don’t know if I don’t know. It’s shocking to me that time is just like this. The flow that never comes back is gone. Looking back on the road I have traveled, I have to admit that I wasted a lot of time.

When I was young and frivolous, I thought I was very powerful and wanted to see the outside world. I didn’t want to study at school, I just wanted to play games, talk about the so-called brotherly loyalty, and live and drink. The teacher asked me to invite my parents again and again, and my parents were angry and helpless... Finally, last year, I got my wish and went out to work. But the outside world is not as beautiful as I imagined, and I was hit hard. I thought again of the campus I used to regard as a prison. It was so warm there. So I worked hard to go back, I wanted to change my destiny.

A composition for sixth and fifth grade students to talk about their inner feelings

To be honest, I don’t have any secrets in my heart.

What I can feel sometimes is just the ups and downs that ordinary people can feel, and the words in my heart are naturally ordinary.

I feel happy. I have an amiable mother, a considerate father, a grandfather and grandmother who love me, and teachers who care about me. I am very satisfied in my heart.

I have a complete family, I can always feel happy around me, and nothing can make me unhappy. I should have forgotten the short-term unhappiness.

I don’t like to argue with others, and I won’t waste my precious time listening to useless things. My life is always a blank piece of paper, with only two words on it: happiness and doubt.

Happiness always accompanies me and makes me very optimistic. I will never get angry unless I have to, and even if I get angry, I won’t be like “the mist is thick and the clouds are heavy and the day is dark forever.” Some people say, I love to bring happiness to others. I don't think so. Happiness is something everyone has, but sometimes it is covered up by troubles. Only by trying hard to be happy can you truly have happiness.

I will not be angry, only confused: "Why do others study well? Why don't my parents let me keep pets? When I was a child, I wanted to have a snow-white dog or cat most, and I also begged my parents. Of course I was rejected, so I kept asking questions, but still couldn't get my wish. And why did a poor old man walk by on the grass? What made her so poor? Why did the teacher always raise her hand to speak in class? Who calls me the least often? Sometimes when I see my classmates doing a good job, I have to ask myself: Can I do it?...

"Doubt" and "happiness" are as simple as mine Children are always around me, observing this wonderful world with happy eyes, chirping and discussing curiously, making my life shine with infinite brilliance...