Trouble is a hateful witch. As long as you think about it, it will bring you endless harm, constant cuts and confusion.
In today's class, we are smiling teachers. Somehow, let's play a game. We were shocked at first, and then all our faces were bright and happy smiles. The teacher asked us to guess what this mysterious game is. Students' little hands are as many as trees in the forest! Sandbag, Who's Undercover, Wooden Head 123 ... The students started talking about a lot of games. Suddenly, the voice of "playing house" came from nowhere, and all the students turned to Diana Duan and laughed at him. Finally, the teacher solved this mysterious game, which turned out to be "throwing troubles". Teacher Ren gave us a piece of paper while telling us the rules of the game, telling us to write out all our troubles. Like a vegetable market, the messy classroom suddenly became silent, only hearing the rustling sound. It seems that students have too many troubles!
In the rustle, my thoughts were dragged away by this' worry' again. When I was two and a half years old, my parents went to distant Tibet to do business. They only come back to reunite with us once a year when business is not too busy. The pain of parting and the heart of missing often bother me. I want to be kissed by my mother when I am happy, cared for by my mother when I am sick, comforted by my mother when I am bullied, and I want to see other children coquetry in her arms. Seeing other children go home from school with their mothers, and even sometimes hearing others call their mothers, my heart will be extremely excited, and tears of missing will unconsciously flow down. I only remember that in all these troubled days, books are silently accompanying me, and I don't know whether it is the story in the book or my thoughts, and I often cry with the protagonist; Sometimes when I miss you deeply, I wish I could have my cruel parents. Now that I have grown up, I understand that in the journey of life, no one can be smooth sailing and will experience a lot of pain and frustration. Nothing in life can't be solved. As long as you are strong, there is no hurdle! When you are unhappy and not strong, learn to share, learn to speak out, share with your good friends, and share the pain and injury. You can also think about it from another angle. Parents may miss us more. They may want to give up their life outside and live happily with me. They have their difficulties. Grandparents are old and often get sick. They always hear it's a minor illness, that's all right. It costs a lot of money to see a doctor It is not easy to make money. Every time my brother and I call my mother, they all say they want to buy this and that. She readily agreed. They only have. Earn more money, our wishes will be met again and again, and grandparents will not get sick because they are unwilling to spend money, so I must learn to be strong, and I can't let this' worry' bother me again, and I can't let myself cry and grieve easily because of it. The real strong man is the one who runs with tears in his eyes.
Today, I say goodbye to it on paper. I won't be upset and miserable because I miss my parents. I want to be strong, I want to learn to understand, I want to face my unique life bravely, I want to find my own happiness.
After a while, the teacher took the trash can and waited to worry about the arrival of garbage. While I was still venting my troubles quickly, many students had finished writing. Some students have tried their best to throw the paper ball into the trash can. Some students folded their troubles into planes and threw them into the trash can. The troubles folded into different shapes soon met in the trash can, but I gently put her in, and I still can't bear to part with it. Anyway, it has been with me for more than 8 years!
After that, Teacher Ren discussed with us how to deal with these annoying rubbish. We put forward three methods, 1, and burned it. 2, let the teacher put it away and take it out after you graduate. 3. Dig a hole and bury it, and give her a small funeral. Finally, the third scheme was chosen. All the students wanted to attend their funeral, but in the end, two students were chosen by lot.
As soon as the bell rang, the picture just now was like a movie, and the scenes were reflected in my mind. I kept repeating the teacher's words: happiness is also a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why not spend every day happily?
Yes, we will face many different troubles when we grow up. We should learn to hold a funeral for our troubles in time.