1. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
I broke the pen I borrowed from my deskmate. It bothers me. That pen is her favorite, but I broke it. I want to confess to her, but I'm afraid she will be angry. So I have to keep it from her. A week later, she asked me for a pen. I lied that I left it at home. I thought she wouldn't believe it, but she really thought I left it at home. Just tell me to bring it to her tomorrow. I'll think about it when I get home. How can I explain to her tomorrow? I thought many ways, and finally I thought of a good way, that is, to go to the stationery store and buy her another one.
I went to the stationery store and didn't find a pen like hers. I have to buy her a pen without daisies. I think: There is a little daisy on her pen. I bought her one without one. She shouldn't have found it
The next day, I went to school in fear. As soon as I got to school, she asked me, where is my pen? Give it back to me. You have used it for a week. It's time to return it. I gave her my new pen. After the first class, she immediately came up to me and said, "This is not my pen. There are daisies on my pen, but this one doesn't. " I stammered, "This is your pen. Show me if there are any little daisies on it. " I just picked up my pen and started the class. I said I'll give it back to you after class.
In class, the teacher asked for free discussion. I took out my brush and drew some little daisies on it. I gave him the pen after class, and she really had little daisies. I don't think I saw them just now. But it didn't last long. She came to see me again after class in the third quarter, saying that this little daisy would fall off as soon as it was wiped. Did you draw it?
Finally, I confessed the truth to her. Not only is she not angry, but she also says that if it breaks down next time, just tell her directly, without hiding it.
2. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
I have a very annoying worry. Let's talk about it today and let everyone comment. Finally, I have a holiday on Saturday, so I can sleep until I wake up naturally and be happy when I think about it. But the next day, my mother woke me up like an alarm clock. At this time, I was still sleeping and answered my mother in a panic. Isn't it Saturday today? Don't disturb my sleep. Mom said, "You have to go to cram school when you get up." I was very angry when I heard that. Why don't you let me sleep? I really envy those students who don't have to go to cram school. They can sleep lazy on Saturday. This is different from you.
Not only do I have to wake up at 7 o'clock from Monday to Friday, but I also have to wake up at 7 o'clock on Saturday and Sunday, so I had a quarrel with my mother. I said, "Will you wake me up every Saturday and Sunday so that no one can sleep well?" Mom retorted, "Who told you to sign up for an interest class?" I said angrily, "You arranged all the interest classes, not my business." Mother said seriously: "I help you to report your interest for your own good, and you can't affect your study because of laziness." At this time, my mother and I are facing the irritability of the same volcano. Wake you up early on Saturday and don't let me have a good rest, which leads to being late for school on Monday. Because I didn't sleep well on Saturday and Sunday. Mom said, "I only signed up for the interest class for your own good."
Everyone should know what worries me. Should I judge?
3. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
In life, there are many troubles. Now, let me talk about my troubles! Once I was practicing cucurbit silk, my brother saw me playing cucurbit silk, flew over and took my cucurbit silk, and the imitator blew me up. As a result, my hand slipped and the cucurbit silk fell to the ground and broke, so I began to cry. My crying attracted my mother, so I told her why I was crying, and her mother hugged me first. After the mother calmed her brother down, she said, "Will you buy another one tomorrow?" "good!" I readily agreed.
The next day happened to be Friday, and I had a music class. After I bought a new gourd silk, I went to school. On the way, I also met Yico Zeng and Liu Siyu.
Later, after school on Friday, I put tableware, football and cucurbit silk in a big bag. After I left, I found that the gourd silk had dropped, and I forgot to go back to look for it, so I went back and told my mother, who said I was not careful. So I had to find a teacher to repair my brother's broken gourd silk. After school in the afternoon, I put down the road team and immediately turned to repair the gourd silk. I met Zhang's mother at the school gate. What a coincidence! She also went to repair the gourd silk. I took her (Zhang) cucurbit silk and my cucurbit silk to repair.
Finally, my cucurbit silk was repaired. I'm so happy that the days without cucurbit silk have finally passed! My troubles are over.
4. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
My math scores fluctuate greatly, like riding a roller coaster, from low to high. Once, I got the lowest score in math test since grade one to grade four. I remember that morning, Teacher Zhang said that there would be exams in Units 3 and 4. I thought to myself: I did well in the exam last time, but I shouldn't do badly this time. When I got the test paper, I brushed it a few times and almost finished it. I checked it a little and handed it in.
In the afternoon, teacher Zhang went to the classroom and said, "Come, the math team leader will hand out math papers." Some students are covering their ears, others are worshipping Buddha … and I am nervous and excited. A group leader came to my desk with my test paper and said, "Yao, guess what score you got?" I said, "I don't know." "Congratulations, 79 points!" I suddenly stare big eyes, flushed, looking at this 79-point test paper, my soul will fly. At the beginning of class, my eyes were full of tears. I just looked at our headmaster Yan's 100 test paper. How big the gap is!
On the way to school, I was upset and thought: I must be scolded by my mother this time. What should I do? When I got home, I walked into the room slowly, blushing like a big tomato. Suddenly, a daytime messenger and a black angel appeared in my mind. The black angel said, "don't tell mom, don't let her sign!" " "The messenger of the day said," No, Yao, it doesn't matter. Mom can help you analyze the problems you don't understand! " "I got up the courage to go to my mother and say," Mom, I got 79 points in the math exam today. " Say that finish, I pout, eyes moist. My mother hugged me and said softly, "It's never a problem to fail in an exam once. Work hard next time! " "Then my mother let me look at the test paper and analyze the wrong questions for me over and over again. Finally, my mother said to me, "Be sure to read the questions clearly, and don't write the answers immediately without reading the questions.". "
5. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
If I'm worried, I'll talk about an trouble that happened when I was doing my homework. This annoying thing happened like this: after school, I did my homework quietly in the study. But my brother chenchen always gets on my nerves. He came up to me from time to time and said, "Sister, sister, play with me!" " ""no! " I said grumpily, "why don't you watch TV first and play with you after I finish my homework?" After listening to my words, chenchen ran to the living room in frustration and watched "Bears Come and Go" helplessly on TV.
I thought Chen Chen would watch TV quietly and wait for me to play with him. But before long, chenchen came to see me again: "Sister, it's boring for me to watch TV alone. Just play with me for a while, just for a while! " "I saw chenchen pleading with me so deeply that my heart melted and I agreed. So, we played for a while. While we were studying happily, I suddenly heard my grandmother say, "Yan Yan, have you finished your homework?" "It's time to eat!" What? Did you have dinner? I looked at my watch and found it was past six. This "short time" is not short! This is the case from school to dinner.
In this way, I still haven't moved my homework today! As a result, I ate dinner and finished it very late.
This is what bothers me when I do my homework. Who let me have such a lovely brother! But I also blame myself for my lack of control. I don't know whether it's important to play or do my homework.
6. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
When I was a child, I had a reaction that my father loved to drink. He was as drunk as a fiddler, but that's no exaggeration. However, every time she finishes drinking, she likes to quarrel with her mother. The scene is really full of thunder and little rain, confusing. I remember that once my father was as drunk as a fiddler, and my mother who was cursing flew into a rage. So, well, I've watched them quarrel with each other in nature all my life, and I'm right next to them, but they accuse me with one voice. I'm just playing with the mouse. Really a family. Well, it's really a pair of enemies. I can't help talking about them. Although dad is no match for mom when bickering at ordinary times, drinking is different. Like ancient magic. My lips are flying up and down like thunder, and the roar can spread outside the village. I am so angry. Later, I thought it would be nice if dad didn't drink!
So I had a brainwave and wanted to talk to my father alone. The next day, when he was sunbathing in the yard, he walked up to him gently and told him that he was in charge. Dad looked at me mysteriously and looked a little confused. Dad thought about it, and then we went to the room to sit separately. I solemnly say, for the sake of your future health and the happy year of our family, you can't drink any more. Dad has always been my favorite, He Jiang. Unfortunately, he has been handsome for a long time. He bargained and said, honey, I can not quarrel with your mother, but I can't continue drinking. Friends can't do it, and drinking and entertainment are inevitable. I didn't think it made sense, so I took a step back: "Then you drink the wine and don't quarrel with your mother. That's for sure. Dad can't help but be happy. I answered excitedly, so I believed it. "
7. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
On Wednesday afternoon, I was preparing for the next composition class, and I sighed while preparing: "Alas! There are still two composition classes this afternoon, and it seems that it will take a half-day composition bath! " Just after the preparation, the teacher came in and said, "Please turn to page 68 and read …" At this time, I had just listened to the teacher and classmates. The teacher first selected two students to introduce what happened around him, and then told me how to write something, including what I saw, heard and thought. Although I like what those two classmates told me, I am still very unhappy.
After writing the writing methods and requirements, the teacher suddenly said, "Today we are all writing on the same topic, so let's write" A nuisance "!" Then I announced the class was over.
I thought about it and scratched my head in my seat. "What should I write?" I said to myself, "Was it physical education class that afternoon? No, every section in physical education class is similar. You must write a different one to attract readers. I wrote an art class yesterday Tuesday. No, that art class actually has many interesting places, hehe! I can't be so upset at all! " How annoying it is to think like this!
Suddenly thought of a good idea, but as soon as the idea appeared, brain cells immediately stood in two rows and fought fiercely. One row agrees with the idea and finds it attractive, while the other row opposes it, which is a bit ridiculous and needs a lot of courage. Finally, my brain cell war is finally over, and the minority is subordinate to the majority. I still wrote and revised it with trepidation. I don't know how slow it was on the road. I racked my brains to think and think, and finally wrote this composition.
8. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
I have an annoying thing. What is this? Is losing weight unsuccessful or there is no food at home? Alas! No, my trouble is my deskmate! From the day the fourth grade started, I saw him sitting at the same table and thought, hey! This semester is over. Why did the teacher let me sit at the same table with him? He always borrows things from others and forgets to return them. Fortunately, I didn't lend it to him. But my problem is more serious than this, that is, he always puts his feet on my side in class and stretches his legs too long, as if they were long. Really annoying!
Today, in class, he put his feet on my side again. At first, I reminded him that your feet are so long. ! Don't put your feet on me, put them back! But instead of putting his foot back, he put his arm on my desk. I am really angry. If he had put his leg on my side before, I would just say him, put it back, put it back. But today he would rather let me sue the teacher than put his leg back. He put his hand on my desk. It's really cruel He must think I dare not sue the teacher, because when I said I would sue the teacher before, he still put his feet here, and I didn't sue the teacher. He knows very well that I dare not sue the teacher. Hum! Don't think I'm a bully just because I'm a girl. I told you, girls are not easy to bully, so I stepped on him. Let you put it here with me, and I'll step on your foot as the floor! I am very happy with a smug smile on my face. How is he? Hee hee, his face is shriveled and wrinkled, just like eating bitter gourd, and it seems as bitter as wringing water, but he still puts his feet on me. Ding-ding, class is over at this time, and I am furious. "Shouldn't you put your feet back?" He still didn't retract his foot, but he stretched it further like this! I couldn't control my anger, clenched my fist and slammed it into his hand! What's even more angry is that he said it was so comfortable without knowing the pain! At this time, I remembered my mother, and I learned from her that the scorpion hand twisted him, because my mother often twisted me when I made mistakes, and I was most afraid of my mother's scorpion hand! But he put his hand back despite the pain. I left angrily like a deflated ball!
9. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
Every time I see the exquisite toy pistol in the drawer, I think of my good friend. When I was in kindergarten, my good friend and I were classmates, and we both lived in the same neighborhood. I often play games with him.
One day, an unpleasant thing happened. After finishing our homework in kindergarten, we picked up toy guns and played on the grass next to the slide. When we got to the grass, we each took out our own toy guns to play, ready to fight a "gunfight".
None of our guns are loaded because we are afraid of hurting people. We parted ways as soon as the game started. After a while, I saw that he didn't come, so I went to see him. Who knows, I just took two steps when I heard the toy gun go off. After that, my good friend jumped out from behind a grass and shouted, "I won!" " I won! I won! "
I glanced at his gun. That's a sniper rifle. No wonder he won. I said, "Let's change the next game." "good!" He did not hesitate to exchange guns with me. I looked at his gun, which is made of hard plastic, and at mine, which is made of soft plastic. The game has started again. I ran quickly to my hiding place. Unexpectedly, my gun fell on a stone on the grass and broke. At this time, my good friend got angry again and shouted "I won!" " I won! -"At this moment, he shouted and came up to me and saw the broken gun. I stole a look at him and his face sank. "Why did you break my gun? "He asked me that I didn't mean to. ""who let you careless, you pay. "As soon as I stepped back, I accidentally crushed his gun. My good friend saw it and angrily threw my gun on the ground, stepped on him and left. I was speechless with anger when I looked at the trampled pistol.
Months passed in a blink of an eye. One day after school, my good friend suddenly caught up from behind and took out a gun from his pocket. He said excitedly, "It was my fault last time. The kindergarten will end tomorrow. This pistol is for you. " I couldn't say a word, just looking into his excited eyes.
Now, as soon as I see this small gun, I seem to see my former good friend standing in front of me.
10. A nasty composition in Grade Four Chinese.
Everyone has something to worry about, but I have also encountered something to worry about these days, which should start from the beginning of school. Since the beginning of school, Chinese dictation is not a big exam. But there are mistakes in Chinese dictation every time. Since the beginning of school, there are only two scores of 100, either 10, or 5 to 10, or even more. In order to get good grades, my mother said me more than once. My mother has a habit of giving me grades. So I can know which lesson or unit I have misdictated. Now, she said, "Philip Burkart, it's a miracle that you can get 100, or make a mistake, or make fewer mistakes."
I have a lot of worries about this matter. This semester, I am particularly afraid of dictation. I'm afraid I'll be scolded by my mother for my poor dictation. I feel scared when I meet dictation. I often think, I listen carefully in class, why is dictation bad?
It took me a long time to find out why I didn't study well. Every time I make a mistake, I can't write it completely or out. Carelessness seems to be a small problem, but it is actually a big problem. There are many kinds of carelessness, such as writing the word backwards, copying the wrong word, writing the pinyin before it is finished, and so on. As long as I am not careless, I should be careful. I should do it with my eyes and hands when I meet words or texts, so dictation should not be that difficult, right?
Alas, carelessness is a big problem that bothers people. For such a long time, I was blindsided by this careless guy.