My troubled composition: We are in adolescence and are always troubled by all kinds of troubles. Unlike childhood troubles that come and go quickly, our troubles are more like continuous drizzle in March and April, which always hangs over us.
My troubles come from my parents, from my life, from my school ... but more, I think, from my study. In math class, my confused eyes are always indispensable. I can't keep up with teacher Lu's super-fast speed. I have a headache when I see math problems. When I saw Mr. Lu step into the classroom door, I was flustered and even more afraid of taking a new lesson. I'm afraid of new knowledge, because I didn't learn the old knowledge firmly.
The thirst for knowledge that has been hit by repeated failures has long since disappeared. I am afraid, afraid of the disappointed expressions of teachers and parents, afraid of the serious discussion of relatives and friends, afraid of my broken position in the hearts of my classmates ... In a sense, I am probably a coward who studies. I used to be more and more confident and competitive, but I was replaced by cowardice and inferiority. I asked myself again and again, "Zhou Xinyuan, do you really have to do this?" Is that really all you can do? "
I participated in the Spring Bud Cup this week, and my thoughts were washed again. I have been working behind closed doors, thinking that painting is not bad, and now I find out how far I am from others. I can see other people's exquisite coloring and delicate line drawing. Looking at myself like a messy painting, childish colors sting my eyes and penetrate my heart. The specialty of pride is so small and unbearable at this time. I think too much. There are so many talented children who study well. Not only am I incompetent, but I also don't study very well. Out of society, what can I do to fight and compare with others?
I know everything about achieving my goals and changing my plans-everyone knows the truth. However, you insist, what I lack is the determination to force myself. I don't want to write down my plan here. It is better to do something that actually changes than to be a verbal giant.
I still remember an exam in the fourth grade-I haven't confessed to my mother yet. In fact, I only got 76 points in that math exam. I dare not say my grades. In the face of my mother's sour questions and doubts, I always have tears in my eyes and don't refute a word-because I am not qualified. From that day on, I secretly made up my mind to do well in the final exam anyway. After half a semester's hard work, God didn't let me down-I got full marks in the math exam. I stared at the red numbers on the test paper, filled with joy. Facing my mother's smiling face, I just want to thank her for asking questions, which has made me grow a lot. Looking back, I think the person I should study now is not Zeng Yuting or Jin, but myself who once gave everything for self-esteem.
My troubles can't be solved by an article. I understand my direction and goal, and I also understand that this composition I wrote at this time violates the regulations. But, so what? Writing an article is to write my true thoughts, and the composition reflects my heart. I have a heart that decides to change myself, which is the most precious and true way to solve my troubles.
As a student, when talking about worry, I may always say, "I'm worried about the exam, and I'm uneasy about the score." That's right. Isn't this the biggest worry for students? No, the final exam is coming, but now all the students are doing their best. After class, there are students who are worried about exercises everywhere. In the corridor where there are few people at ordinary times, there are students who are entangled in words everywhere, and no one dares to relax. I am no exception. What I am worried about at this time is a math problem, just to make the numbers on the test paper look better after the results come out.
The training review before the exam has been confusing, not to mention the exam. As soon as I got the test paper, what I had learned at ordinary times seemed to disappear without a trace, and the familiar topic became strange. Just when I thought hard and finally got some clues, time has slipped away quietly. "Ding Ling-"The bell rang at the end of the exam. Looking at the blank questions on the test paper, I seem to have died with them. However, I had to drag my legs like lead out of the examination room to prepare for the next exam.
Finally, the exam is over, but no one is happy, because there are more horrible things to happen. A few days later, the test papers were handed out. Fortunately, the teacher was considerate and didn't announce the results one by one in class, otherwise he could only be humiliated in public. But with that thick stack of test papers, my heart is even more at a loss. Are you so embarrassed to show it to your parents? They have done so much for themselves, but I did so badly in the exam. I don't want to see their disappointed eyes, and I don't want them to worry about my grades. When I think that my father's body is not as strong as before, and he has recovered from a serious illness, and I made a promise to him after I failed in the mid-term exam, my heart is like a cat scratching me, and I have an unspeakable boredom. The test paper in my hand is getting heavier and heavier, which makes me almost breathless.
When I got home, my mother looked at me as if I had lost my mind and understood everything. She continued to be busy with her own affairs and said without emotion, "Didn't you do well in the exam again?" Although she didn't ask me how many points I got in the exam as usual, her lukewarm tone made me uncomfortable. I feel even worse at the thought of facing my father's disappointed eyes for a while.
I thought it would be better to go out for a walk, but I didn't expect it to be more depressing. The silence around me made me shudder. The crescent moon in the night sky seems to have lost its usual vitality, as if it were lonely, and the stars in twos and threes are also dim. Just like I am unhappy at this time, unconsciously, two hot tears flow into my mouth along my cheeks, salty and astringent ... I can't help feeling: when can we students get rid of the troubles of grades and exams?
My Worry Composition III "Little boy, little worry, eyes looking at four star lights ……" As the lyrics say, all adults envy our carefree life as teenagers, but the fact is quite the opposite. Almost every teenager has a lot of troubles, and I also have some troubles. It really bothers me. You want to know what it is? Please look at the camera.
Camera 1: "Alas, there are guests at home again ..." Besides parents, there are several relatives in the room. They are sitting on the sofa and their parents are responsible for entertaining them. In the other room, the girl who is fidgeting and pacing up and down at the door is me. We have guests at home again, cousin. It's really a headache I was so nervous that I walked around the room trembling. What should I say in the future? Call your aunt first, and then call your cousin. The tall man should call him brother-in-law ... "Daughter, we have guests at home. Come out and say hello! " My mother suddenly called me and gave me a fright. Oh, you scared me. I patted my chest for a long time before I figured it out. It is proper to greet guests, but I can't let go. What should I do? It's really annoying
Scene 2: Mom is cooking, the soy sauce is gone, and Dad hasn't got off work yet. Mom wants to send me to buy soy sauce. Ah, the last thing I want to go out is not that I am too lazy to go, because going out means facing many people, and I don't want to. I can't help it, but my mother's life is hard to break, so I have to take money out and feel fifteen buckets of water-so anxious. I dodged all the way for fear that others would notice me. Finally came to the supermarket, watching people coming and going, unable to walk. But on second thought, isn't it just to buy something? There is nothing to be afraid of! I took a deep breath, plucked up my courage and walked into the crowded supermarket. Most people who buy things in the supermarket are adults. Several people are asking about the price of food. I want to ask the clerk, but when I want to ask, it seems that something is stuck in my throat and I can't say anything. During the struggle, the salesman's eyes suddenly turned to me, and I was startled. I almost turned around and took a bottle of black "soy sauce" on the shelf behind me, threw the money on the counter and ran away. As for other people's strange eyes, I didn't look. I ran all the way and finally got home. I put "soy sauce" in the kitchen and almost collapsed on the sofa. It's terrible. I will never go again. "Hey? Didn't I tell you to buy soy sauce? How did you buy vinegar? " What? ! Looking at the word "old vinegar" written on the black bottle, God, I almost fainted. Doesn't that mean I have to go again? Give me a break. ...
"Little boy, I seldom worry, I hope it will be so good forever ..." Do you know my troubles now? It's hard for me to overcome, but I will one day. Come on!