Troubled composition 1 I don't know when it started. My thin notebook is a little locked, so I am more cautious in speaking and doing things, less naive and impulsive in the past, and I have learned to be careful when getting along with people. I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.
As time goes by, we are no longer addicted to the games of the past. Playing house as a child has long been a game we laughed at. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.
I had a quarrel with my classmate yesterday because of a trivial matter, but I still kept my distance when I met her today. I know that if I fell out with her, I fell out this morning and played hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child, it would be impossible. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers.
Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest.
My childhood was different from that of most children. Most children are in their own homes or grandma's, and I spent my childhood in grandma's. In my childhood memory, the thing that spent the longest time with me should be the Toona sinensis tree in the yard. From just learning to speak to graduating from primary school, I spent almost all my spare time under the Toona sinensis tree, and now a small sapling has grown taller unconsciously with my growth. Enjoy the cool under the tree in summer, all the leaves are gone in winter, and the branches broken by the wind can be heated by fire. Whenever spring is coming to an end and summer is coming, this tree will bear a lot of Toona sinensis leaves. The old man said that "scrambled eggs with Toona sinensis" was delicious!
Later, because I was about to graduate, I was nervous about my studies and didn't have time to "accompany" the Toona sinensis tree. The term Toona sinensis has faded away in my memory.
One day, grandpa had a whim and wanted to cut down the Toona sinensis tree to make a coal house. As soon as I listened, I suddenly remembered my friendship with Toona sinensis. I hurried forward to stop it, but grandpa stubbornly refused to listen and invited a group of people to cut down trees. ...
That night, although I looked at the topic with a pen, my heart was still on the stake left by the cut Chinese Toona tree. I tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep. My mind is full of my childhood with Toona sinensis. All I can think of is: I used to water it every day, and I secretly poured some milk on it every day ... every time I think about it, I choked, my face was wet and I cried. I seldom cry, because I feel nothing to be sad about. I cried sadly that day, because I have always regarded that tree as my brother since I was a child. You say, if my brother dies, can I not be sad? Grandpa, grandpa, because of your whim, my childhood was covered with a thin layer of haze.
Today, as usual, I was still stroking the scar on the stump cut by an axe. ...
I hope you can feel this colorful nature, and I hope you can listen carefully to the call of every leaf.
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I don't like flowers, I think they are too enchanting; I don't like grass, I think they are too humble. I like leaves. Although it only has a life span of one year, it slowly falls down with all the troubles in one year.
The sunshine is very soft.
Under the protection of spring, the tender buds of tender leaves have just revealed a small head, curiously admiring this wonderful and colorful world. They introduced each other and got to know each other. The sun shines on them, making them playful and lovely. I came to the tree and touched these little buds gently, as if a pinch would squeeze out water. Slowly put them in your ear and listen to them say happily, "We have experienced painful tempering before we grow new buds. But we are very happy now, I can enjoy this picturesque spring. "
I seem to know that the leaf's heart is to grow and sprout hard in spring.
Summer is unbearably hot.
At that time, Ye had already grown up and became a high-spirited teenager. They used their bodies to resist the scorching sun. They are superimposed on each other, encouraging each other and trusting each other. No quarrels, no arguments. Harmony and peace. I came to this shade with a small umbrella. Putting my umbrella aside, leaning against the sturdy trunk, away from the sinister sunshine, I felt relaxed, and a gust of wind blew, and my body and mind suddenly became enlightened. The wind pulled up the broken hair hooked behind the ear, and a little sweat climbed up the cheek. Hair left on cheeks and swaying leaves are all traces of the wind. A fallen leaf whirled down with the wind. I put it to my ear, and it said passionately, "Come on, brothers!" " "This is one of the few sincere loyalty in our world.
I seem to know that Ye's heart is United to create a cool atmosphere in summer.
Autumn wind blows gently.
Golden leaves are like dancing butterflies. Wandering in the air, showing his bold personality. I witnessed the process from green to yellow, and my heart was very depressed. I imitated Daiyu's burial of flowers and had a rain burial of leaves. I seem to hear their voice after years of baptism: "Hey, thank you, please tell those farmers that autumn is here, autumn is here ..."
I seem to know that the sound of leaves is telling people the good news of autumn harvest, at the last moment of life.
This is a leaf, sentimental. At the last moment of my life, I will still think of others. The sound of leaves is clear and cool like the sound of a clear spring flowing; The sound of leaves is like the sound of silver bells colliding, crisp and dry. In my mind, this sound is the most beautiful melody in the world.
I have never counted my troubles in detail. My troubles are always so depressed, the abyss of pain. So I never confide in this heavy topic, but today I decided to get it off my chest.
One must have a bosom friend all one's life. They are opportunistic, help each other and are inseparable. There was friendship before, but in the fifth grade, because there was too much homework, I didn't have time to communicate, and my feelings gradually faded. I became a pair of ordinary friends and lost a confidant.
Time passed quickly and I entered the sixth grade. I'm still waiting silently, waiting silently, but no one comes to me. Seeing pairs of good friends playing together, I couldn't help hiding in the corner and crying secretly. Finally, a glimmer of light made me regain my hope. An equally lonely girl came up to me and we shook hands. I am optimistic that as long as I have friends, it doesn't matter whether I integrate into this group or not. But the good times didn't last long, and I let go of my hand gently, intentionally or unintentionally.
However, before long, I found that I had integrated into the class group. We kick shuttlecock together, complain about too much homework together, tell ghost stories together, and then get creepy together.
I am happy again.
However, the ruthless facts hit me again and dragged me into a terrible whirlpool. On June 1 day, when my desk was empty and I couldn't do the problem, no one came to help me, and no one invited my classmate to celebrate my birthday. ...
"Looking for it, it is cold and clear ... what a sad sentence!" Alas, how I long for true friendship, even for a moment!
Everyone has his own preventive measures, such as myopia, poor grades and poverty. People will be worried for various reasons, but I am worried because I am too fat.
"Eat less meat and eat more vegetables!" Listen, my mother is nagging again. This sentence has been ringing in my ear every day since I grew to 79 pounds. I really can't stand it!
When I got to school, I was eating breakfast while walking. I suddenly heard a burst of laughter. Looking back, it was Liu, the troublemaker in our class! "Big fat man, big fat man!" He laughed at me in front of me, and all the anger in my mind came from generate. I grabbed Liu and pulled his ear to see what he could do! At this time, the students on duty at school saw it and quickly felt wronged for Liu. He also said loudly, "Hey, why do you bully such a small classmate?"? How rude! "
I thought to myself, another one called me fat, and he called me first! But facing the students on duty, I can't explain it. After watching the students on duty leave, the despicable Liu smiled again. I was so angry that I couldn't speak. I flushed and said nothing, but returned to the classroom.
Why? I just can't lose weight. I don't want to listen to my mother's nagging, to be laughed at by my classmates, and to do all kinds of stupid things because I am too fat.
Alas, this has become my caution. But I have decided to pay attention to a balanced diet and strengthen exercise from now on!
Worry Composition 6 Worry refers to what everyone hides in his heart. It is everywhere, everyone has it, and I am no exception.
First of all, I want to tell you that my mind is actually a trivial matter that most people look inconspicuous-turning around will make me dizzy. Everyone gets dizzy when they turn around. Why should I take it as trouble and rot in my heart?
This matter has been deeply imprinted on my mind since I just learned the game of "elephant turning nose" in kindergarten. I have never seen much of the world and silently obeyed the teacher's orders. "Today, the teacher promised to teach you the elephant trunk game. With that, the teacher made a demonstration and the students tried one by one. Without hesitation, I began to turn. I pinched my nose and turned around. Because of the initial test, I buried my head very low and stared at the ground. I'm beginning to find that the ground seems to be turning on its own? I looked up and turned around, and found that the sky was turning ... Suddenly, my whole body seemed to be out of balance, and the black mass in my head was also spinning in a daze-"Bang" I fainted and fell to the ground.
Then (after a long time) I touched my head, landed on all fours like a dog and walked into the classroom.
It's time for a nap I want to treat myself and plunge into bed, which is more tiring than class. I just found out that I can't sleep at all! I opened my eyes, looked up at the ceiling, and felt the ceiling turning. I've been looking at a place for a long time, and I seem to have passed out. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a big bed in the hospital! Then, a dizzy force came up again-I hate this feeling of dizziness!
From then on, I never dared to turn around, it became my heart for many years.
On Saturday, February 7th, my mind was clear, Chen Shan.
As soon as I entered the classroom today, I found that the atmosphere in the classroom was lifeless and no one spoke. In the past, some students in our class were not so quiet every time before the teacher came into the classroom. Always sitting in the seat talking to the left, turning to the right, and what's worse, running around the classroom like a small fish.
After a while, the teacher came in with a straight face and a serious face. I know the exam is over. Everyone must have failed! At this time, the teacher stood in front of the podium and said seriously and disappointedly, "The result of this exam in our class is the fourth in the whole department." Some students laughed because they knew that our class was not the last one. The teacher said angrily, "What's so funny! There are five classes in the whole year, and our class ranks fourth. What's so funny? Can you ask yourself a little more? Fourth, you still laugh, just put your demands on the ground. How many people give me less than 70 points? The problem of the fourth grade is not difficult. How many points did you get? Can you go to high school at this speed? " As soon as I heard it, I thought, will I still be less than 70? I felt a cold sweat.
Finally, the teacher announced the results, and I didn't dare to breathe. The teacher looked at the grades in the order of Chinese, mathematics and English, and only heard: Wang Yilin scored 82 points, 9 1 point, 89 points; Liu Zihan scored 83 points, 82 points and 9 1 point. It was not until the teacher read the name Chen Shan Xi that my heart hanging in my throat finally let go and my cold sweat flowed out, which was 85 points, 97.5 points and 84.5 points in turn. I took a deep breath and my heart sank to the bottom.
Originally, my mother and I agreed that as long as the scores in all three subjects were above 95, my mother would take me to travel to Yunnan. It seems that my trip to Yunnan is completely ruined. I can only stay at home and study every day!
I didn't do well in this exam because I didn't study hard and prepare well. I won't fight unprepared again!
The picture in my mind depicts the cool season. I dipped in the faint and cool ink dew, fainted a period of past feelings, listened to the whispers in my heart, and contained the melancholy and yearning in July.
My heart is fluttering, holding a thin shadow of the world of mortals in the air, hiding my face and dancing a plain sound full of dark fragrance. With the melancholy in my brow as the pen and the cool mood as the ink, I wrote a lingering feeling, hung this letter on the top of the thin moon, swaying, and then gently landed in my window when the moon was full. The pages fly, and my confusion dissipates all the way.
I have been smiling, relaxing in the flowers of the season, chasing colorful butterflies all the way, a leisurely and poetic jade plum tip. Now I always concentrate on my study, I can't see flowers, a paper, a roll of report cards, and I'm disappointed.
Mathematics, which I have always been proud of, has won me many awards, and English has become a worry in my heart in an instant. But the language that worried me and the physics that bothered me gave me a surprise at this moment. Whether it is or not, learning is like this. It is unpredictable. I will never know the truth. It just appears in my heart in a flash.
Looking out of the window, volumes are complicated, lingering in the space, tired, tired, tired again.
worry ...
Gently open the title page of the book, it is light yellow. This is a hint of coolness and sigh ... however, suddenly there is a small note: don't let your worries ruin your smiling face.
I gradually hook up the corners of my mouth and greet it with this radian. ...
Everyone has something to worry about, and I am no exception.
What bothers me most is my homework. Just a few days ago, I did my homework at school and at home. Before you know it, the sun will set. Ha ha! I finally finished my homework. I thought to myself, now I can finally play for a while!
"bang! Bang! Bang bang! " Suddenly making such a noise, who is knocking at the door? When I opened the door, I saw that my mother had come back. When she saw me and looked at the mess at home, her smiling face suddenly frowned and her eyes caught fire. Ah! What shall we do? Before I knew it, my mother pointed at my desk and shouted, "Why didn't you clean it up after you finished your homework?" You have no ability to take care of yourself. " After a pause, mother began again: "After you finish today's homework, you should preview tomorrow's content.". Now is the final review stage. If your grades are not good enough, you should redouble your efforts to review your lessons. It is also appropriate to do more practice. " Mom's criticism is fierce, and every time she gets angry, she is like a storm. After listening to my mother's criticism, I took out a review paper with tears in my eyes and continued to do it.
This has happened more than once, countless times! Why can't you enjoy your homework for a while? Why is it that only my homework is invisible? These questions are like a fire around my cold heart.
This is what bothers me.
Heart composition 10 Inadvertently, I grew up. Notebook with lock; Have your own independent space; I have a little secret that I don't want to tell anyone. Those thoughts are just for me to savor.
I still remember when I took the graduation exam this year, I saw some students cheating. When I got home, I told my parents angrily that I was going to sue the teacher, but my parents said, "Silly child, if you do this, your classmates' feelings will be stiff!" " "
I still remember that they had always supported and understood me before that. But it's changed now. I have been crying under the covers for a long time. ...
The year before last, after our final exam, my best friend got only 58 points in English. I wanted to tell his father, but he wouldn't let me tell his father. Finally, I decided to tell him that his father beat him to death. Then I felt sorry for him. As a result, we still had a big fight, and he blamed me for telling his father.
I just got home one afternoon when my father told me to stand with my back against the wall. Immediately asked me: "Did you take someone else's mobile phone?"
I honestly said, "No!" But dad didn't believe me, so he began to slap me with a feather duster. I suddenly interrupted the feather duster, and my body seemed to be burning with pain. The father asked again, "Are you going to confess or not?" I said, "I told you, I didn't." But dad still didn't believe me, so he punished me by kneeling on the washboard and searching.
But nothing was found. So my mother and I conducted a special "big search" in the unit building. Even the location of the water meter between two families has not been spared. My bag was turned upside down, and finally I was sure I didn't take it. After confirmation, as usual, he helped me up from the washboard and let me eat as if nothing had happened.
But in my heart, it left an indelible mark.
I am worried that my grandfather is still in hospital, which has become my worry.
Whenever I think back to my grandfather's former appearance, my heart will always be tense compared with the present appearance.
Grandpa used to walk around the whole community in high spirits, and he didn't catch his breath after a lap. Grandpa used to have great strength. He could hold his cousin high with his hands and walk around the house with his brother in his arms. ...
However, just because of an accident, everything was ruined.
When I learned the news, I was first sad and then nervous. While praying that grandpa will not have any serious problems, I also hope that this is a nightmare. When I woke up, grandpa was fine and safe.
But the giant hand of reality ruthlessly shattered my beautiful fantasy and made me see the reality clearly-grandpa had an accident and he was hospitalized for a stroke recurrence due to wrestling. You must accept it and spend more time with him.
To tell the truth, when I first met my grandfather in the hospital, my mood was extremely shocked, because my grandfather's body was covered with discs related to instruments, and the instruments next to him made a "beep-beep-beep" sound from time to time, which made me even more sad. I fought back my grief, said goodbye to my grandfather, hurried out of the ward and cried outside the door.
Today is June 7th. Grandpa has been in hospital for almost a year. Fortunately, grandpa can laugh, say some simple words and do some simple actions with his hands. At this rate, Grandpa will be discharged from the hospital in 20xx at the latest, which is a good thing. However, before grandpa was discharged from the hospital, it still worried me. Grandpa was discharged from the hospital, and this worry was settled.
How time flies! It seems that the semester has just begun and will soon be over.
From the moment I met my friend A, we became best friends. We play together, do our homework together and even buy stationery together. We have the same academic performance, are among the best, and have the same hobbies, all of which are fine arts. We spent many wonderful times together.
Once, I accidentally saw my big brothers and sisters who were going to take the graduation exam, and suddenly thought of us in grade five. Although there is still a period of time before graduation, it passed in a blink of an eye. Often stay alone in a daze or meditation. If we separate after graduation, can I still find a good friend like her?
As the days passed, I felt very uncomfortable. I can't stop the passage of time. Every day is short. I'm afraid of separation, I'm afraid I can't play with her, I'm afraid that day will come too soon. Now, the good students in the class are still playing carefree, and I really want to tell them that we will graduate and separate in the future. But I don't want to upset them, too. I can only hide it in my heart and gradually become my heart. Why must life meet and part? Can't I stay with her forever? Adults say: there is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, and separation is for better meeting. But I don't want to be apart. I just want to spend my student life with her, even my life.
I hope I can forget graduation, forget my troubles and live a happy life. But I still can't do it. Now, I live in peace, waiting for that day, which I didn't expect to come. ......
Worry composition 13 There is a hidden worry in my heart, which comes to my mind from time to time, making me feel very wronged.
During a recess in physical education class in the third grade, several classmates dragged me to a corner where no one spoke without saying anything. At first I was in a panic and thought I had offended them. Later, I learned that they were speaking ill of a person and wanted to hear my feelings. I speak hesitatingly for fear that the teacher will find out. While we were discussing, we suddenly found that the classmate was not far from us, so we immediately stopped discussing and broke up.
Just about to eat at noon, I heard a classmate say that the head teacher wanted to talk to some of our classmates. My heart was pounding, and I immediately panicked, thinking: It's over, my usual impression in the teacher's heart is now completely ruined! As soon as we went out, the teacher immediately said, "Who did you call the devil behind your back just now? Her grades are not very good, but you can't call her a devil! Go and apologize to her! " We suddenly went from panic to anger. We meant her, but of course we didn't say she was the devil. How could she do that?
At this time, we told the teacher together, but we didn't! But the teacher didn't believe it, and finally wouldn't let us eat it. Back in the classroom, the students talked a lot, and some said, "These people are really thick-skinned. They should have admitted their mistakes long ago and refused to admit them. Really annoying! " I couldn't bear it any longer, and I was in tears. After this incident, I feel that the world is not fair at all. Every time I see her, I will cast a strange look. I was misunderstood by the teacher because of her. I can't change my impression of her. In my heart, she will always be a shameless liar.
Every time it rings, I feel very wronged. I can't sleep at night. When I think about it, I will lose sleep.
14 weekend, it was still raining outside the window. Looking at the raindrops on the window, I began to feel uneasy about this matter, which may become an eternal worry.
It was Wednesday, and I was correcting my homework during the break. A student ran into the office and said, "Teacher, some students are fighting in the classroom." I closed my homework and walked into the classroom. The classroom suddenly became quiet. "Teacher, those who are blue and black are them." The student said, I dragged the two boys outside to talk, and they already apologized, so I told them to go back to work. Just sitting down in the office, another classmate said that someone was injured, and the day was finally over. I really can't rest!
On weekends, it's stormy outside. "Knock, knock", who? Who will come to see me at this time? When I opened the door, I found no one, only a small gift box and a piece of paper, which read: Teacher, you have worked hard! This is my gift to you, please accept it. Open the box, it is a music box made of glass. The music box is round, and there is a bear in it. One day in the next few weeks, the music box broke down. I was so careless. If I tell her, she will be disappointed. I still haven't said it.
I really don't know how to solve this trouble. Anyway, don't let her down.
Life is bitter and sweet, but when this sweetness is brought, it is worth it.
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15 is another quiet night. I sat by the window, and the bright moon remained. A full moon slid down from the window, as silk as silk. I looked at the full moon like a mirror, the silent night, and my mood was extremely melancholy. I can only tell my worries and troubles to the moon.
Brother, we have been good brothers since childhood, and we are twins in others' eyes. We grew up together, inseparable. You are older than me and always humble me. I am younger than you and will always be attached to you. There are scenes in the library where we study hard, in the swimming pool where we chase each other, and in the park where we play ... However, just as we are cheering for the rainbow, we are separated because of our father's work. Suddenly, the sun disappeared and the rainbow disappeared, leaving only dark clouds. I still remember the day we broke up, when you were hiding in a corner, holding your curled legs in your hands, and all kinds of thoughts and disappointments flashed through your brow ... so my heart ached and I shed tears.
You left my life, no one to play with me, no one to laugh with me, no one to comfort me when I was sad ... how I wish I could go back in time and live a carefree life with you!
The road we used to walk together, now I'm the only one walking, and the room we used to live in together, now I'm the only one lying in bed. Once, we went on stage together and partnered together, but now I always feel empty around me ... whenever I feel lonely, your figure will always appear in my mind, and I can't help crying when I think of you. How I want to say to my parents, "Mom and Dad, when will you meet my wishes and live the life I yearn for with my brother?" But what's the use of these words?
My heart has been restless for a long time. Looking at this full moon starry sky, there is always an unspeakable loneliness. I want to know, when can I put this loneliness aside?