1 It was another busy Monday, and I came to school. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Wang coming, so I quickly asked her to hand in math, English and Chinese. I picked up my Chinese homework and looked at it. One word is missing, and I haven't finished dictation. English, like math, is much less written.
I immediately flew into a rage, made her stand up, raised her fist and patted her on the back. Back in my seat, my angry heart gradually calmed down. Looking at Wang's annoyed figure, I can't help worrying: how can I let Wang finish his homework? This thing really bothers me! Because the teacher asked me to be Wang's master, I have a great responsibility, and I can't finish the task given to me by the teacher; Besides, I am really worried about Wang. I really hope her grades will get better. I'm bored and don't know what to do.
One day, a good idea suddenly occurred to me. I want to tell Wang, first of all, we should regard homework as playing games, the content of learning as the secret of playing games, and the exam as playing monsters. Master the secret first, and then practice fighting monsters. Solving a problem is to kill a monster. If you do something wrong, the monster will lose before he dies. So as long as you master the secret and practice hard, you will definitely win.
Hearing this, Wang nodded, smiled upward at the corner of his mouth, jumped up and said, "I see, I only answered one question correctly and killed a monster." If I kill them all, I will win. " I said, "Yes, I'm not demanding. /kloc-papers with a score of more than 0/20 will be won if they score more than 95; 100% of the volume, 75 points or more. "
From that day on, Wang began to recite cheats and fight monsters. Although she didn't meet the requirements, Wang also made progress, and I am very satisfied with her. On that occasion, she scored more than 60 points in the Chinese exam, indicating that she killed more than 60 monsters. Now, she is fighting more and more monsters and making progress faster and faster.
Because Wang can finish his homework every day, his grades have also improved. I am very happy, and she is also very happy.
My trouble is finally solved!
In my life, there is a worry that really gives me a headache. The thing is, I was chased by a dog.
It happened on Monday morning. On the way to school, I sang: "The sun shines in the sky, flowers smile at me, birds say it's early, why are you carrying a small schoolbag?"
Suddenly, I saw a Beijing Ba dog. It has big eyes, and its funnel-shaped mouth is covered with saliva, as if it took me as prey. I'm so anxious that I'm at a loss. I'm afraid of dogs, especially dogs that run out without ropes. This Jingba dog seems to think I'm weak, too. It sticks out its tongue and licks the saliva on its chin, and begins to hobble along with me. Probably because I was so nervous, I trotted while walking. But Beijing pug is more fierce. He even chased me and yelled at me two or three times. At this time, the Beijing Ba dog is not as docile, lovely and beautiful as the sheep I remember. It becomes fierce, terrible and irritable.
I was panting after being chased. At this time, my foot slipped accidentally, and my skin was scratched at once, and bright red blood flowed out. However, the Beijing bully dog is still chasing me. I was so scared that I rushed into the school at once. As soon as the guard uncle closed the door, my hanging heart was finally put down. Looking back, Beijing Bagou was still wagging his tail at the school gate.
After school, I came out of school and saw Beijing Bagou again. This time I have experience. I walked past the Beijing Ba dog, but it still followed me. Instead of running away, I calmed down and walked slowly. Beijing Bagou followed me slowly. We passed one traffic light after another and finally arrived at the community. As soon as it entered the community, it quickly ran under the tree, where its owner was. It turns out that the Jingba dog wanted to follow me to find its owner. This is just a lost dog.
Although it's been a long time, it's still sad to think about it now. I hope there won't be any dogs chasing me again.
An annoying thing, excellent composition 3, hey! Trouble is everywhere, so am I! Now let me tell you an annoying thing.
I have been a top student since the first grade of primary school. Of course, I am not a genius, because I liked reading when I was a child, so I like it now. If you have nothing to do, go to the library and look up information online, but this is the beginning of trouble.
After grade three, my math became very good. Maybe the math book I read worked. My mother is very concerned about my study. She gave me many classes because she thought I was good at math. I was very happy at first, because these classes can give me knowledge about mathematics. However, there are too many classes! I don't say it every day, you know it takes three hours! Now you know how terrible this is.
What is even more frightening is that there will be a lot of homework and many problems every day. Sleep every day 10: 30, and never sleep before 10: 30. My body can't bear the pressure.
You might say, let me talk to my mother. Of course I tried this method. Every time I tell my mother that I am tired or something, my mother will earnestly say, "You have to suffer to be the master." "Well, of course I know what my mother said is right, but ... forget it, it's all tears, until one day, I fell down in class. Later, my mother stopped all classes, which were my previous troubles.
Through this incident, I know that nothing can be done without a good body. Scientific planning will make us get twice the result with half the effort!
I think there must be a worry in everyone's heart. Do you know my troubles? If you want, just keep reading!
It was a Sunday morning and my mother asked me to write a composition. Alas! I get bored at the mention of writing a composition. Writing a composition is the most annoying thing for me. I sat there thinking hard for a long time and still didn't know what to write.
Suddenly, an award-winning composition of a primary school student flashed before my eyes. Just like the twinkling stars in the dark, I can't find the right topic over and over again. How painful!
It's time for lunch As soon as I got to the table, my father said, "Have you finished your composition? I'll check it later. " As soon as dad finished, I lowered my head. "You haven't written a word for so long?" My mother shouted, and then my head lowered. My mother shouted again, "If you can't finish writing today, don't have dinner tonight." Back in my room, I thought about it, but I still didn't know what to write. Suddenly, I remembered what to write. I can write down what happened today. Then I picked up a pen and wrote quickly. After I finished writing, I gave my composition to my mother. My mother said happily, "It's great to finish it so soon." When I heard my mother say the word "great", my heart was like a flower in bud.
Today's troubles are solved in one sentence, and I won't worry about writing about Wen Er in the future. Teachers often tell us that life is the source of writing, which is true.
Everyone has their own troubles, for their own sake, their academic performance has dropped, or they have misunderstood their good friends.
What bothers me is that my Chinese grades are not satisfactory. Every time I don't do well in the independent Chinese test, my mother is always nagging and in a bad mood, and she will settle old and new accounts together.
I remember one time, my mother did badly in the Chinese exam and was very angry. I couldn't wait to tear up the test paper. I'm scared at every step, for fear that my mother will say something I don't want to hear. After school, I told my mother the result. My mother didn't say a word, and her face was red with anger.
When I got home, my mother eagerly said to me, "First of all, we should correct our learning attitude. Learning is our own business. No one can help you. Depend on yourself, listen attentively in class, use your brain more in class, concentrate, prepare well before class, review well after class, but just don't listen. " I listened to my mother's words and bowed my head in shame. At night, when my father came back from work, my mother was in a bad mood and quarreled with my father.
Sometimes I often think: I also listened carefully in class, and what I learned was OK, but why not at the crucial time! After a long time, I found the reason for my poor grades. Every time I was careless, I didn't work hard on the foundation, I didn't read the topic, I couldn't spell the pinyin, and I started writing if I didn't understand it.
My trouble is as simple as that. If I had got better grades, my parents would not have quarreled.
In my life, many things have happened, some make me proud, some make me happy, some make me feel inferior ... An annoying thing happened this summer vacation, but it made my whole family feel uneasy.
The summer vacation coincides with Grandpa's eightieth birthday, and there are many relatives at home. Almost all the guests who see me will be surprised and say, "Oh, Mary, why are you so fat now?" As soon as I heard this, my heart sank to the bottom, and I quietly hid in my room and cried secretly.
My parents realized the seriousness of the matter and took me to Nanjing Children's Hospital for a physical examination the next day. After all kinds of tests, the doctor said to me seriously, "Your weight is seriously overweight. If you don't control your weight, you are likely to get' three highs'. "
I was shocked, my mouth was open and I couldn't speak for a long time.
On the way home, I made up my mind: I must never be fat again. I must lose weight. So, I asked my parents to make a weight loss plan for me and let my mother supervise it.
Keep your promise. Take time to do your homework every day, try to exercise more, control your mouth in diet, ban fried food and eat more vegetables.
With my persistence and hard work day after day, my weight loss plan has little effect. I must continue to refuel and let this annoying thing no longer bother me!
The book Charlie Nine Principles is very popular in our class recently. Many people said it was good after reading it, so I borrowed one from the school library. It's really good. I finished it soon.
On the day of borrowing books again, I went to the library with great interest and borrowed another Charles IX, but the aunt in the library said, "You have to return the last one before you can borrow the next one." I'm at a loss. I can't remember where the book went at all. I went back to the classroom angrily and sat in my seat, thinking carefully about who I lent it to or where I put it. I started my book-searching journey.
When I got home, I took down all the books on the shelf and looked for them, but I couldn't find them. Then I turned the room upside down and it was still gone. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around.
When I got to school, I asked my classmates one by one, and the answers I got were never met. I searched the bookcases and small cabinets at the back of the classroom again, but I still found nothing.
This trouble has been bothering me, like a big stone weighing on my heart. I thought: does this book fly with wings? One day, I found the book lying on my bedside and ran to get it, but as soon as my hand touched the book, it turned into a smoke and flew away. I opened my eyes and found that it was a dream.
Later, I finally told my mother about it. My mother criticized me and helped me find it for a long time, but I still couldn't find it, so I bought one for me. I felt a sort of surge of relief.
Through this lesson, I will never throw things or be careless again.
I just got home and washed my hands at noon today. "It's time for dinner," mother's voice grew louder and louder. "That's right! I forgot to tell you, I'll go downstairs to pay the water bill, and you take good care of your sister. " I'm not very happy to hear the news. Although my sister is a girl, she is always fooling around and making trouble. Now she is not in the restaurant, and I don't want to find her. I ran to the table, picked up a delicious lunch and wolfed it down.
Suddenly, bang, bang, a strange sound came from my bedroom. I ran to my bedroom and saw nothing but a mess inside. The murderer is my sister Tong Tong. My books are patchwork, almost as high as a mountain, and my monthly exam papers are all torn together by her. All my clothes are thrown on the bed. I wonder how she took them out. The closet door is hard to open, and some clothes are still in the closet. I immediately flew into a rage and prepared to settle accounts with her, but she was very kind. Ran away, still smiling. When I came out of the bedroom, she made another mistake. She spilled my rice again, alas! Jesus Christ. I hope she wasn't born. I just finished packing, and my mother came back. She saw my paper and got angry. She punished me for my persistence.
Hey! This is really an annoyance. When will my happy day come?
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, "What should I do if my mother scolds me this time?" ? 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.". "
I will learn a lesson in the future and take every exam seriously!
A nasty thing 10 Not everyone has a nasty thing, but I met a nasty thing these days. This should start from the beginning of school.
Since the beginning of school, there have been seven or eight quizzes, but there are really few papers with a score above 90. Every exam is either over 80 points or close to 90 points. My mother talked about my exam scores more than once. I'm surprised. Why did I feel good during the exam? Mom has the habit of grading me. Only in this way can we know from which direction the score is deducted. Usually, she will say, "Xuanke, you got 90 points in the exam, which used to be a great miracle."
I am not less worried about this matter. This semester, I am particularly afraid of exams. I'm afraid I won't do well in the exam and I'll be scolded again when I go back. I used to panic when I met an exam. I am also often depressed: I also listen carefully in class and learn well. How come you still can't pass the exam?
It took me a long time to find out the reason for my poor grades. Due to carelessness, at least 5 points will be deducted each time. The overall idea seems to be a small defect, but it is actually a big problem. There are many general ideas, such as calculation errors, listening errors, words written backwards and so on. In fact, as long as I don't care, it should be easy to get 90 points.
Alas! The general idea is still a big problem that puzzles people. It turns out that for such a long time, I was blindsided by this guy.
I have grown up, and my mother saw that I could carry a lot of things, so she took me to the mall to do manual labor. My mother usually tricked me there with a scam and promised to buy me what I wanted. Turns out I'm just a backpacker. Now you know what bothers me. Yes, go shopping with my mother.
I don't like shopping with my mother, because I can only do manual labor, and my mother can enjoy shopping. So I thought of a poem: go shopping with my mother, round and round, my mother enjoys herself, and only I am the most tired.
Today, my mother and I came to the central shopping mall early in the morning. I asked my mother curiously, "Mom, where are we going?" My mother smiled and answered me, "Oh, let's play." The reaction was poor in the morning, and I didn't know the bag my mother asked me to carry until I arrived. Sometimes, I will see several children about my age carrying things like me, but the difference between them is that I carry my mother's things and he carries his own things, which is too different. But I can exchange a few things for some KFC snacks, and finally there is a little hard work.
Mom seems to be a different person in an instant. She doesn't care about the price of goods. She has two or three clothes in one hand. If this continues, my hand will be broken by this goods. Walking to the underground parking lot, my mother asked anxiously, "Are you tired? You must be exhausted today. " . This bottle of coke is an extra reward for you. This is your errand boy. You helped me move so many things. This is for you. "
My mother likes shopping very much, even likes to drag me shopping together, which makes me feel very tired. This is really an annoyance for me.