Everyone has troubles, and my troubles are my mother's bad temper.
Speaking of mother, in my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world. The dishes she cooked are delicious; She keeps the house clean; She is also a good driver ... but my mother's bad temper really bothers me.
Every morning, my mother is like an alarm clock, "Gong Yifan! Gong Yifan! " Wake me up suddenly from my sleep. As long as I am a little slower, she will rush to me and shout, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! " . Then, there must be a pile of clothes flying over my head. Hey, mom threw it.
My most worrying moment every day is my mother supervising my homework. If I take this book slowly, she will lose her temper. I can't write well, and she yells in my ear. When I miscalculated, she pushed my head and called me "idiot!" " "The worst thing is that once, I gave her a batch of books written silently with a pen. My mother tore them up at a glance. She also glared at me and scolded me: "What is this messy black ink? "You think it's painting?" "Give me a new silence!" ..... That time, my little heart was really scared!
Having said so much, this is my trouble at this stage. However, I have also reflected that as long as I act quickly, study consciously, write correctly, and my mother loses her temper, my troubles will naturally disappear.
Composition 2 about my troubles "Oh, no! ..... my god! " Whenever I am asked to take care of my sister, trouble arises. My sister is 3 years old with big eyes and a round face. She is always naughty and cute.
That day, I happened to bring a math test paper home to sign. In the evening, I finished my homework and waited for my parents to sign it. I put my school-based and math test paper on the table and went to the toilet. My sister "knocked" came running, wondering what happened in my room. When I came out of the toilet and walked into the room, a scene that made me laugh and cry unfolded in front of me: my sister was doodling on my test paper with a fountain pen. As soon as I saw it, I rushed over, grabbed the fountain pen from her hand and put it back in the pencil case. But I am more worried about the "life-threatening" of the math test paper. Seeing that I had a pen, my sister grabbed the test paper and stood in front of me pouting. I was afraid that the test paper would be torn, so I said kindly, "Good boy, our baby is the best. Return the test paper to my sister! " ! "She listened, put the test paper behind her and pouted and said,"No. " I said to her, "Give it back to my sister! "Unexpectedly, she grabbed my ear with her talons. Suddenly, four or five red scratches arched. This angered me, so I fought with her, pulled left and right, and hissed, and the test paper was divided into two halves. As soon as I saw it, I immediately collapsed on the ground, rubbed my ears, looked at the messy and torn test paper, and my tears rolled down.
Another time, my father went out on business and my mother was at work. Before leaving, my father told me to take good care of my sister. When I heard that I was going to take my sister again, I couldn't help but "ah". "Oh, what!" Dad said seriously. I suffered a lot from my sister, but I was afraid of being scolded by my father, so I agreed. I dragged my sister to watch TV on the sofa. My sister was fine at first, eating and watching cartoons. But then "disaster" came: my sister was going to somersault on the sofa, and I was afraid that she would fall, so I stopped her with one foot. Unexpectedly, the sofa was too narrow for her to turn over and she began to cry. I picked up my sister and said, "It's too narrow here. You will fall. " "My sister not only refused to listen, but also gave me a punishment-grabbing my hair with both hands and making me scream" Yo Yo ". I shouted: "Stop pulling, pull again, I don't want you!" " "She actually continued to use' torture' and pulled my ear up with both hands, pulling it here and there. I am so wronged! But if she doesn't follow her wishes, she will cry on the ground, get up on the ground and stomp her feet desperately, which really makes me helpless!
My naughty sister, when can I stop being naughty and make trouble for me? hey ......
Everyone should have his own troubles, and my trouble is-being afraid of dogs. Let's talk about the inconvenience caused by this trouble first!
I was not afraid of dogs, and sometimes I bullied dogs, but one day, I saw a strange-looking dog. Gray hair and two big tiger teeth sticking out of its mouth, I touched its head. Unexpectedly, it suddenly started biting me like a mad dog. Being unprepared, I was scared out of my wits and ran away. Fortunately, I run fast. When I got home, my trouser leg was bitten off. From then on, I began to be afraid of dogs.
At that time, I was only in grade three or four, and now I am in grade six. I am tall and courageous, and I also know the clever plan to deal with dogs: wolves are afraid of fire and dogs are afraid of squatting! One day, I saw another rhubarb dog. Although I pretended not to be afraid, I was in a panic and quickly squatted down. I looked at it and it really worked. Rhubarb dog ran away trembling.
Then I began to be afraid of dogs again, but a few days ago, one thing made me afraid of dogs again: that day, when I came home from school, I found a dog lying in front of my house when it was time to turn the corner. I want to get there slowly and then kick it to let it go. I am so resourceful. Unexpectedly, the dog startled me. I am far away from him. It seems that I was right. Now, my courage is scared to the skies. It has been barking for a long time. I heard the barking of the dog become smaller, and I heard the voice of an adult. After a while, the barking stopped and I ran home.
Hey, dog, dog.