My confused composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my troubled composition that I helped you sort out. Welcome to read the collection.

When I got up in the morning, I struggled to open my sleepy eyes and vaguely saw a dress. Ah, isn't this what my mother prepared for me today? I rubbed my eyes and looked at it carefully. It turns out that my mother bought me a gift-Hanbok on June 1st! I was ecstatic, cheered up and suddenly sat up. Grab hanbok and put it on at a speed of 0.0 1 sec. Look left and look right, so I put my clothes on backwards! Alas, there should be no one worse off than me in the world, right? I think.

Maybe because I'm dressed beautifully today, I can't wait to wear all the beautiful decorations on my body. However, it is always impossible. However, is it okay to show it to the students early? At first, I brushed my teeth and washed my face as fast as I could, but I didn't wash it clean. Then, I flew to the dining table and wolfed down a big piece of bread. Chew, chew, something doesn't feel right. Suddenly, I let out a scream. Do you know why? I bit the packaging bag into my mouth with a bite of bread. Alas, more unjust than Doo!

My skirt caused a lot of discussion. A teacher smiled and said, "Look, there is a Korean girl in our school!" " "Other students said jealously," what's there to see? It's just a skirt. Didn't you have a rag when you cut it? "Everyone is talking about this skirt of mine, both good and bad, which is very strange. My skirt seems to be making headlines.

The above is the trouble caused by a Korean skirt. Do you think I'm bored enough?

I have a worry that no one knows the answer, that is, where will people go after death? Mom said, "No matter what you think, people will die!" " Think about it, it is better to do something meaningful. "

Insects have only one worry, that is, they are afraid of having nothing to eat, because as long as there is no food, insects will starve to death.

Teachers also have troubles, worrying about how to teach, and students will be obedient; How to teach? Students will get 100% in the exam.

For me, worry is like a terrible teacher who will whip me, a robot who will order me to do a lot of homework, and more like an assassin who will kill me as long as he doesn't move.

If there are no worries, there will be no sadness and sadness in my life, so I can play all the time without being scolded, which makes me feel that my life is happier than in heaven.

If I have troubles, I will sleep, because sleeping can forget all the misfortunes, but most people, after solving one trouble, will meet a new one immediately. I think, if the troubles don't disappear, it will be like an endless bottomless pit.

My trouble composition 3 "Looking, looking, looking for trouble" I sang silently in my heart. Today, I wrote a composition called "My Trouble", but I didn't seem to have any trouble, so I began to find my trouble after class.

I found my good friend Yang Xinyi and asked, "Yang Xinyi, have we ever quarreled?"

Yang Xinyi replied doubtfully, "No, what's the matter with you, huh? You and Chen Yating surpass. " Huh? Really? I don't remember.

Maybe you can interview other people's troubles and write them in. I asked my deskmate Zhu Chao, "What's bothering you? Let me interview you. " "What worries me most is that because my surname is Zhu, everyone calls me a pig head!" I thanked him and left. No, no, if that's why you want to make yourself a fool. It hurts yourself too much. No, no, no

I went to the seat of group leader Huang Li, opened his special notebook and remembered whether he had done his homework. I turned the pages slowly, so that every page was watertight. I hope to find my name, my ray of hope and my troubles here.

But unfortunately, I didn't find my name on it.

"Today is really annoying, today is really annoying," I said to myself. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Isn't this my fault?

I found my troubles, and my depressed mood was much better.

There are many happy things in life, but there are not necessarily few troublesome things.

I have a worry recently. What is this? To tell the truth, it is to eat leftovers every day. Although the food is delicious, it is disgusting and has no nutrition. My mother and I argued about this for a long time, and in this way, my relationship with my mother became more and more rigid, and sometimes I was late for school. It's not. Here we go again. "Li Haixin, I try to cook every morning. What about you? If you don't eat this, don't eat it. Can you think about it for me! " But I said disapprovingly, "The dishes you cook every morning are all made from the leftovers of the night before or three days before."

It tastes good, but it's not good for your health! No nutrition. You also say every day that the most basic thing in cooking is nutrition. "Mom retorted," I'm busy at work! And you won't get sick if you eat it! " "But it's not good for your health, and it's very, very bad for your growth. "

School is over this afternoon! The weather was fine, but my mother came to pick me up on time. I asked, "Mom, what did you say at dinner?" Mother's face changed greatly. Obviously, she is still angry. Then she said, "My cooking is not nutritious. I'd better go out and eat!" " ""what? What's delicious about the food outside? It's either too oily or too greasy, and some of them are unsanitary. "But she wouldn't listen, so she dragged me to the small restaurant in front of her house. Alas, I didn't expect eating to be annoying. This is one of my recent troubles.

In this world, we all have troubles, and everyone is thinking about so hard to forget's troubles. And this trouble of mine will never be forgotten and will be engraved in my heart forever.

I remember in an art class in grade four. ...

"Today we are going to paint, and we need to use watercolor pens and oil pastels. I warned you last class. Now please take out your watercolor pen and oil pastel. " After that, the students began to take it. Oh, no, I forgot my marker and oil pastel! what can I do? What should I do if I forget to bring it? Not only will I be punished, but I will also be deducted from my name? What shall we do? I see! You can borrow it. Just borrow one set.

When the teacher asked me to discuss how to draw, I borrowed it: "Can you lend me your watercolor pen and oil pastel?" "I can't." He flatly refused. I can't borrow this, so I'll borrow that again. "Would you please lend me your watercolor pen and oil pastel?" "Don't borrow, don't borrow." "Then we can share it together, ok?" "That won't do either." He still rejected it. Now, I am completely faded: I have no choice but to stop.

I always had a question mark in my heart afterwards: Why didn't they lend me something? I went to ask my deskmate, and he only gave me one sentence: You should be prepared to help others in the future. I understood at once.

In this trouble, I understand that as long as you help others, others will help you.

Everyone has troubles, some worry about having no money, and some worry about not having enough meals. I have troubles, too. Compared with others, my troubles are insignificant, but they still bother me. My trouble is: I don't know why my mother likes to let me write a composition so much. But I think my mother asked me to write a composition because of her.

In fact, since I learned to write in kindergarten, I like reading and doodling. My mother helped me keep the little story book I wrote when I was a child! However, after I went to primary school, I gradually disliked writing.

Finally, my mother and I discussed the problem. The original problem is to write Chinese characters. The teacher stipulates not to write phonetic notation, and I have to look it up in the dictionary every time I write a composition, which is very annoying. Stopping to look up the dictionary will make me forget the sentence I originally wanted to write. As time goes on, I don't like writing more and more.

My mother said that a beautiful composition can make people move. She wants me to be someone who touches others. I also hope that I can regain my childhood love for writing, but writing is still a trouble that bothers me. Alas! Why does everyone have troubles? If everyone had no worries, the world would be beautiful.

My worry composition 7 My worry is getting a haircut. Because I don't like haircut the most, the hair residue cut by haircut always falls on my face, nose and neck. ...

I heard that I'm going to get a haircut again today. I leaned back in my chair and said to my mother, "I'll never give up my hair again ..." Before I finished, my mother immediately interrupted me and said, "I must have a haircut today. Look at how long your hair is. If you don't cut your hair, you will be as long as a girl! " Grandpa also went on to say, "that is, I hate your long hair, so get rid of it!" " The whole family seems to agree to let me get a haircut, so I can't help but agree.

When I got to the barber shop, I didn't want to go in anyway My father dragged me in. The barber saw that my hair was so long and said, "Sit down, sit down! Look how long your hair is! If you ignore it, you will become a girl! " I had to sit down and look at myself in the mirror. A chill swept over my heart and I was at the mercy of the barber. Click, click I saw in the mirror that my hair had been "gloriously cut off".

Finally finished cutting, although a clean and refreshing little boy appeared in the mirror, I immediately said to my father, "Dad, those hair residues on my neck make me uncomfortable." Let's hurry home and wash our hair. "

Haircuts are really annoying. I hope my hair won't grow long and I'll never get a haircut.

In a blink of an eye, I have been in the sixth grade, but endless troubles have followed.

Everyone said that when I grow up, I can do a lot of things, I can own my own house, eat whatever I want, and stay up all night if I want, but I'm not happy at all. Do you know why?

The troubles of study have always been with me, and my math scores have always been the worst. I have never understood why there are so many math application problems waiting for me to do. I hate doing math problems. After two or three years of cram school, I didn't pass the exam, and my math performance was still very poor. I'm not happy, and I'm not good when I grow up. There are so many problems to do and so many classes to attend.

My parents' expectations scare me. My parents always want my grades to get better. In addition to attending classes, my parents also enrolled me in dance classes and practiced every day. I'm busy during the holidays, too. I am unhappy. When I grow up, I want to learn many majors.

The trouble of entering a higher school has always made me very sad. I'm in grade six, and I'm going to junior high school soon. Teacher, parents always tell us that I want to take the key junior high school exam, so I have to study all the time. The thick test paper weighed me out of breath. Is this the only way to get into a good school? I am unhappy because I have no rest time.

When I was a child, I always naively thought that I would grow up. When I grow up, I know it's not good at all. I don't want to grow up now. If I can, I hope I will never grow up. Always be an ignorant child.

My worry composition 9 I have a worry about why my composition "out of 30" is generally 26 to 28, but I have to come to cram my composition, and I still have to watch the composition selection at home.

That time, I took out my chess. As soon as I arranged it, my father shouted, "If I don't do well in every exam, I still have time to play chess. Go and read the composition! " I had to put away my chess and go back to my room to pick up my composition and read it. When I read all the more than 200 pages of composition, I took out my chess, and my father shouted, "Write another diary." I put down my chess and went to do my homework. As I did it, I thought: Every time my father tells me, I have time to play chess. These words seem as if I have no time. But there is nothing I can do. I can only do what my father wants. I keep a diary again. I'm sure I can play chess.

I showed my homework to my father and said, "Can you always play chess now?" "yes." Dad said, "Why don't you do it yourself? I don't have time to accompany you? " Doesn't this pit me? You might as well play by yourself. I put the tableware away.

When can I play chess well instead of memorizing my composition?

My Trouble Composition 10 My Trouble The money of the third grade students in the fourth grade of Jianping Experimental School in Pudong New Area, Shanghai also has troubles. As he grows up day by day, his troubles become more and more. My trouble is that my mother still won't let me play after I finish my homework and review. Do you feel sick?

Let's say last time, I finished my homework and thought happily: I can watch TV for a while. I turned on the TV at random. After watching it for a while, my mother came back and saw me watching TV. She said angrily, "Why are you watching TV? Go and review. " Said, and pulled me to the room, shut the door, to cook. I looked at my mother's back and felt very wronged. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I took out my book to review in frustration. After a while, I asked my mother to help me write silently, but I didn't even know. At this time, I ate without saying a word, and soon finished eating. After a rest, my mother shouted, "Go and read for a while." I had to enter the cabin again. This time, I finally came out. I said to my mother carefully, "I want to watch TV for a while, ok?" My mother looked at me and refused to say, "No, it's too late. It's time for bed. " I feel very sad in my heart. When can I relax?

I hope I can grow up quickly, so that my mother can leave me alone.

My worry composition 1 1 My worry is composition except my mother.

My composition has not been very good. From then on, I ran around like an ant on hot bricks when I met the exam, and my head was about to explode. In class, I can't help but look envious when I see other students calmly doing papers. But if people say I'm writing, I won't have a big hole in it, but I still have to face the reality and show them my composition with a red face.

But I always have a mystery, that is, why they all write well, but I can't write well alone. Finally found the answer in a sunny noon. It turns out that we should read more extracurricular books and remember all the good words and sentences in the written books in our minds, so that we can use them when we need to write a composition next time. I remember that time I used all my good words and sentences, thinking that I would be praised by Mr. Wu, but when I couldn't wait to open the Chinese book, there was not only a five-pointed star, but Mr. Wu also wrote me a comment: Don't stuff some words in, be flexible when things happen. Only then did I understand a truth: the rain is fast and slow, and my composition is good and bad. I really hope my composition can be as strong as a building, not afraid of wind and rain, but also stand proudly in the "sandstorm"!

This is my trouble now. Are you like me?

My troubles composition 12 Everyone has his own troubles, which will make you feel very annoyed. Therefore, no one will like it, and no one wants it to come to him.

My trouble is also a common problem of every child: being "damaged" by my parents.

On the way home that day, my mother and I met relatives, and my mother chatted with her. She said, "This is your daughter! Her grades at school are absolutely good. I often read books at home! " My mother said, "his grades are average. What books does he read at home?" I play computer at my computer desk every day. "I was thinking: Mom, I don't want you to hurt your daughter like this. If you say something bad, you have to say something. However, as a child, I will definitely be scolded by my mother for interrupting. Alas, I'm really dumb now-I can't tell you how bitter it is.

After a while, they finally finished talking. When I got home, I said angrily, "Mom, how can you say that I have bad habits in front of others!" " "Mom said," but it's true! "I said," but ... "I was blocked by my mother's words.

Not convinced, I went to school and asked my friends what they would do if their mother was in the same situation. As I expected, every parent's answer was the same as my mother's. I asked them how they felt. Sure enough, as I guessed: helpless! Our children are poor, even if you adults are "modest", don't "harm" us like this!

My troubles composition 13 Speaking of my troubles, there are many: I am often careless and forgetful, and there are endless cram schools ... Among them, the biggest headache for me is the fear of dogs.

Once, my parents and I went out to eat. As soon as I arrived at the door of the hotel, I saw a big, fat black dog staring at me viciously, as if to pounce on me at any time. I was so scared that my heart almost jumped out of my throat. At this time, it sticks out its tongue and hisses in its mouth.

Without thinking, I suddenly shook off my father's hand and started running. But who knows, the dog follows, and the faster I run, the tighter it follows. Finally, I was cornered, and my legs trembled with fear, crying loudly: "Dad, Dad! I am afraid! "

At this time, my father finally came over and stopped in front of me, scaring the big black dog away. I sat limply on the ground, surrounded by my father's severe reprimand: "Don't run when you meet a dog in the future." If you run fast, it will chase faster. " From then on, I was afraid that the psychological shadow of dogs was formed. Whether it's a big dog or a puppy, cute or fierce, as long as I hear a dog barking, I will be alert at once. As long as I see a dog, I will make a detour.

Alas, this is my trouble! A somewhat ridiculous worry that has been bothering me!

My troubled composition 14 In the eyes of my parents and friends, I am a very cheerful big boy, but I have a big problem-my writing is ugly.

Whenever I do my homework, as soon as I open my notebook, I write "shuashua shua" and finish a word at once. I looked carefully and found that the handwriting was scrawled, so I immediately erased it with an eraser. But when I started writing, I scribbled again. I wiped it, I wiped it when I finished, and I wiped it when I finished. I repeated the two movements dozens of times and it took me a long time to finish them. Therefore, you can't finish your homework until after ten o'clock every day. Although it is finished, it is still not good. If you hand in your homework, you are either rewriting it or being good, and it is also very K to be scolded by the teacher! One night, I finished my homework very late. Hand in your homework the next morning, and the teacher will give you the word "rewrite" and a K. At this rate, doing homework is meaningless to me. It is simply suffering. So I decided that every homework should be carefully written, carefully checked after it is finished, and strictly checked by my parents after it is finished. If I fail, I will retire and change. After repeated inspection, this assignment can only be put into the schoolbag.

Alas! Writing is ugly ―― my biggest worry!

My troubled composition 15 I like reading, walking and lying down, and I will still read where the light is insufficient. Over time, my world is no longer bright. Glasses became my inseparable "companion". A pair of black eyes, from now on there is another window. Are you bored?

At first, my mother always told me to wear less glasses, but without them, I always felt confused and really couldn't live without them. Then, the trouble came, because glasses don't grow on the face, so I often forget to wear them, and I often think of them when I go out to walking to school. I can't help it I have to squint all morning. The chalk on the blackboard is illegible and I can't read it clearly.

This is still a small trouble, which has caused a big misunderstanding. Today, my mother took me to the park with my camera. My mother asked me to take off my glasses for the sake of beauty. But the next day, my good friend said to me angrily, "Did you go to Pingshuo Park yesterday?" "Yes, you ..." "I waved to you on the bridge. How can you turn a blind eye? " "I ... I didn't see it." Alas, it's really "dumb people eat coptis, but they can't say what they have suffered." I explained it to my good friend for a long time before she forgave me.

These glasses really make me love and hate. Now, I don't care if it looks good or not. Anyway, it is easier to stand on the bridge of the nose.