Writing a composition is not easy. 400 words.

1. What is really not easy? 450~500 words composition When the child is really not easy, the child is happy; When there is pain; There are moments of joy and moments of sadness.

It's not easy to be a child. In the eyes of parents, children will always be children and never grow up.

For example, when mom and dad are chatting, I want to join their conversation. Dad always says, "adults talk, but children don't interrupt." Adults don't understand our pain.

Let's make up lessons. As soon as the summer vacation comes, our "doomsday" will come. I can't breathe, because we have to make up English and Olympics. There are exams, and the thought of exams gives me a headache.

If you do well in the exam, you are afraid you won't get it next time; If you don't do well in the exam, you are afraid of being cheated by your parents. One exam, I got the first place in my class, which was great. My mother bought me this and that.

But after a few days of good times, I sent another paper. Alas, I failed in this exam.

I thought to myself: this is over, and there is definitely no good thing. As soon as school was over, my mother asked me how much I had tested. I hung my head and said hesitantly, "89 points."

When my mother heard this, her face sank and she began to "tighten the spell." Well, it's not easy to be a child. Everything depends on the faces of adults. When can I grow up?

It is not easy for me to be ignorant before writing, but it is really interesting to think about it now.

At that time, I didn't suffer, and I didn't know how small I was. The second day of school is a holiday, and the exam results are in a mess. I really can't bear to watch any more. When I got home, I said to my father, "I won't study."

At first, my father was very angry and scolded me. But after a while, my father smiled and said, "Yes, let you work with Brother Bi."

I nodded happily and said, "Brother Bi, what are you doing?" Dad said, "He is a cook." I suddenly nodded and said, "Good!" Dad said, "well, don't shout tired and say you will come back!" " I said confidently, "Yes, I will." "

The next day, Brother Bi and I went to Shaodong by car. Bigo is a great cook. From then on, I called the A Bi brothers the master. Came to the hotel and lived in a big kitchen. When I first arrived there, I saw several people in their forties chopping vegetables. Brother Bi said hello to the man, who asked me to get a haircut first. After I cut my hair, they asked me to cut vegetables. I cut and cut until nine o'clock in the evening. I am really tired. I fell asleep as soon as I went to bed. What a tired word.

I got up early the next morning. If the clothes are dirty, if you are at home, put them in the washing machine and throw them away. That's enough. But here, I can't wash it myself. At nine o'clock, the master asked me to cut vegetables again. After cutting peppers all morning, my hand holding the handle hurts, while my left hand holding peppers is on fire. I just cut the pepper and want to have a rest. Master told me to kill fish again, but I dare not. Sometimes when grass carp is killed into carp, it is scolded. When there are many guests, sometimes they don't know the food, take the wrong food and be scolded. Besides, he was afraid to reply. If so, the master answered clearly: "Just go back!"

Tired and bitter, I am impatient after working like this for more than ten days. And there is no salary in the first month, and there will be a salary table in the second month. Dad sent some living expenses for fear that I would steal to surf the Internet, so my brother collected them. Every time I ask for more than my brother, he only gives 10 yuan at a time. After less than a month, I still want to study.

I've only been here for a month, and then I went home. I want to study, because it is not easy to be outside.

3. The composition "Teacher is not easy" is about 400~500 words. Every year Teacher's Day is approaching, our media can always dig out some teacher stories that touch us from ordinary life.

They are ordinary because, like most teachers, they work and live silently, and do their duty day after day except around Teachers' Day. They don't feel any different. Maybe it's just that they spend more time standing on the podium in the mountains than others, and the journey from school to home is more difficult than others. In addition to teaching and educating people, they have done something special than others. It is only these differences that make them successful. In this special festival, the media aimed the TV cameras at them, left them the pages of newspapers, and gave them the sound of broadcasting. By telling their extraordinary stories, they publicized their extraordinary deeds and created a strong atmosphere of respecting teachers and teaching in the whole society.

"No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, and you can't suffer children." This is a slogan that people in China often say.

Learning to become a talent is always a lingering dream, and the school is the "big tree" to fly this dream. It is the teachers who guard the dream and the tree-they are "engineers of human soul" and are engaged in the noblest profession in the world. It is precisely because education carries the dreams of generations, schools focus on the eyes of generations, and teachers shoulder the heavy responsibility of generations. Therefore, today's education is a heavy topic, schools have become a sacred place, and teachers are a profession that has attracted much attention from the society.

Teachers, in particular, are engaged in the cause of conscience, but they are burdened with too many social responsibilities and crawl forward in the high expectations of the public. Therefore, around Teachers' Day every year, it is normal and inevitable that they are generally concerned by the society. On the occasion of this festival specially set up for teachers, there are always some ordinary teachers and their extraordinary stories that touch us.

When we are moved, should we also think about what we should do for them-it is necessary to share some social responsibilities for them, to improve some working and living conditions for them, to return to their original humanity without exhaustion of body and mind, and to not think about them until the holidays. To cultivate the flowers of the motherland, water the pillars of society and train qualified builders in the future, we need not only a Zhong Yuanfeng who keeps watch over the campus for 30 years, but also a Xiong Yihua who travels between school and home alone, and a rural teacher who helps students cross the river as a bridge. What we need is a group, a forest.

The moral model of individual teachers can only be used as a spiritual inspiration and a beacon. In the new historical period, what we need is an all-round improvement of all teachers' professional ethics and their quality. Teacher's Day will always pass, and the individual's exemplary role will gradually weaken due to the shift of social attention, and the moral strength of individual teachers will become weaker due to fading out of people's sight.

Being touched by rural teachers such as Zhong Yuanfeng and Xiong Yihua is not the only theme of Teacher's Day. We must hope that in a country where teachers are generally respected and valued, children in every village can go to school happily and teachers in every school can teach happily. I hope that when Teacher's Day comes, we won't see these news that move us and make us feel heavy.

It's really not easy to write a composition on the topic "It's really not easy"

In the new office, there are many colors of lights. It seems that turning on more lights has little contribution to "light pollution". On the wall, there is a banner "four places"-honest, dedicated and dedicated to the public ... Lao Li leans on the soft swivel chair, and he doesn't seem guilty about the layout of the new office.

The function of the swivel chair is not wasted. He turned half a circle and faced the window.

The city outside the window, tree-lined, straight, seems to have an eternal trend. People are people. Looking at something similar to yourself, you will learn to associate: isn't the building outside the window built bit by bit? The higher the building, the more houses you live in, which is convenient for everyone! It is not easy.

What about me? Lao Li took a sip of Biluochun from his secretary. The tea leaves swam up and down and finally sank to the bottom of the cup. The cup reflected Lao Li's melancholy smile. My idea took off.

I left politics at the age of 20. Hey, this way. After working as a deputy section chief for several years, he gets angry when he thinks about it. Wang Min, that bastard. Eating mine doesn't count, but it doesn't adjust me Fortunately, I "jumped ship" in time and found a new backer. Otherwise, at some point, that bastard is still drinking the Maotai I gave him!

Yellow bureau is not a good thing either. Probably the "big official" who ate my savings for several years. Is it easy for me? Thinking of this, Lao Li sneered, fortunately, I pay attention to "accumulation", and the small ones don't go, and the big ones don't come! Imagine that my wife is a senior white-collar worker and my son is in the best middle school in this city. All this is not the result of my "spare no effort to soil, rivers and seas do not choose trickle". Can there be "running water" without opening canals?

Lao Li sighed, maybe he really felt that he was not easy!

Just say the old man didn't buy my account yesterday. The older ginger gets, the hotter it gets. I am "poor" for this promotion! Hey, it's so hard to be an official! Lao Li took a gulp of tea, which was a little bitter in his mouth. Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Zi" swivel chair turned half a circle again. In front of the desk, Lao Li typed a few numbers neatly. "Hey, xiao zhang, what you said last time, I'll make a decision for you now. You come at noon. You know the rules. I can't ask for help either! ……"

In the office, the lights are still colorful, which seems to make Lao Li's "road to seeking an official" easier. Why, this light seems to be the same as his master-oh, it's not easy!

5. Fifth grade composition: It is not easy to do this (450 words). Yesterday at noon, I received a task-correcting the teacher's composition in front of Wen. I am ecstatic! I usually see the teacher correcting students' compositions face to face, so I draw circles on students' compositions with a pen. I think the teacher is very powerful. I think: If only I could draw circles on my classmates' books like this! Now the opportunity has finally come! I am so excited that I can't wait to go to Wen to give her a face-to-face opportunity.

It's finally time to criticize face to face. I took Wen to my bed in the girls' dormitory and asked her to sit down. I sat next to her, too. I took her composition from her hand and read it. This article is not well written. At first, I found two problems: unreasonable sentences and repeated words. I followed the teacher's example and tapped on the essay paper with a pencil. I solemnly said, "Wen, there was something wrong with your composition from the beginning." Your words are repetitive and your sentences are not fluent. It should be changed to this, "I said, crossing out repetitive words for her and helping her make the sentence fluent." I read it once, ha, so it's much smoother. I can't help being proud of this small success.

Then I bowed my head and helped her understand a natural passage. After a change, it is found that the composition of the article occupies a large space in human language, but the description of the scene is very few, which makes the article appear dull and become a running account. I frowned and said to her, "You should do more scene description, whether it is written or written. For example, when a person speaks, you only write his language but not his actions and manners. "I told her what I knew without reservation. "I see, modify it yourself." I handed her a pen, only to find that she was looking at me blankly.

"Do you understand?"

"No."

Hearing these two words, my anger suddenly jumped up. I talked so much and so detailed that she didn't understand at all! For a moment, I really wanted to give her a good scolding, and then I left my pen and turned away. But on second thought, a qualified teacher must never leave his students in the middle of teaching and turn around and leave! I fought back my anger and spoke patiently. This time she understood, picked up a pen and revised many compositions. I looked at it, hey, it's really good!

That's how we modified it. Half an hour passed, and an hour passed. Sweat oozed from my forehead and my back ached. My hand holding the pen also sweated a lot. The composition has finally been revised! I showed it to Wen Xi. The revised composition is much better than the original, with fewer people, more scene descriptions and wonderful words. I smiled with relief. My efforts were not in vain. Although I am very tired, I feel very happy.

Beating my sour and painful back, I finally realized how hard the teacher worked! I find it difficult for a classmate to criticize the composition in person, let alone a teacher who criticizes the composition in person for 54 classmates. It is too difficult for the teacher to correct our homework, but we don't want to do it well every day. We often write a few answers at random to deal with the teacher. Are we worthy of the teacher? I thought, and my face began to burn. At ordinary times, we only know how much homework there is and how tired it is to do it, but we never thought about how difficult it is for teachers to correct 54 homework! People who have never been a teacher will never know how difficult it is to correct homework, but after 90 minutes as a teacher, I deeply understand the fatigue of teachers in correcting homework. The hard work we do is nothing compared with the hard work the teacher corrects! How can we be worthy of every teacher who teaches us without studying hard?

Being a teacher for 90 minutes has benefited a lot!

It's not easy to catch mosquitoes: during the spring break, some "uninvited guests" came to my house, and there were many red tattoos on my body from time to time. This is not the "master vampire"-the "excellent masterpiece" of mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes are distributed in every corner of my house, ready to contribute all their strength to "delicious". These mosquitoes are really annoying! One minute they were under my arm, and the next minute they were flying around in front of my eyes, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. That buzzing sound is annoying. I really hope that all mosquitoes in the world will die from this moment on!

However, my curse is not supported by heaven at all, and mosquitoes are still at large in my house. No way, our family can only come to a "human mosquito competition". I put the paper with delicious food on the table and took some napkins. Dad has prepared a mosquito swatter, while mom is holding a bottle of mosquito killer, ready to fight at any time.

The game started and my eyes suddenly focused on the window. Hey, there are really two mosquitoes whispering here! Ha, mosquito, mosquito, I'm afraid this is the last conversation between you and your partner! See if I don't crush you to a pulp! Now, I want revenge! So, I gently walked to the front of the glass window and slammed at the mosquito. This time, I am very happy to catch mosquitoes, and I am going to appreciate my masterpiece. But when I opened my napkin, I was startled. There is nothing on the paper, just like when I first brought it! Mosquitoes have slipped away. Alas! It is not easy to catch those "troublemakers"!

Look at dad, he is a mess, too. One by one, there is no funny action since ancient times, which makes my mother and I laugh. I saw my father walking barefoot and slowly approaching the TV. There was a mosquito on the TV screen. Dad made a 360-degree turn, and suddenly, "pa", dad is really a dad. Although the mosquito didn't hit him, he was also disabled-he hit the mosquito's wing! But left an ugly scar on the screen.

Mom looked at it, really angry and funny, and confidently said, "both of you get out of the way!" " Look at me! "I saw her pick up the mosquito killer and spray it at the mosquito. It really works. This time, my mother's pride can be regarded as the ultimate! My father and I admire it!

Hey! It is not easy to catch mosquitoes!

7. Writing a composition is really not easy.

Time: 2018-12-01| Author: Wang Bo

At the physical education class on Monday afternoon, the teacher said, "We are going to have a skipping competition next week. Let's get ready." The students in our class said in unison, "All right." But I'm not happy at all. Because I am not good at skipping rope, I will only jump one by one when I jump, and skipping rope will definitely fail. So that night after school, I went to my neighborhood to practice skipping.

At that time, I jumped one by one, and I felt too slow, so I accelerated. I want to jump twice in a row. However, after I finished one, I was about to jump the second one, but I got entangled in the rope and failed. Like last time, I jumped first, then the second one, so I grabbed the rope and succeeded! I didn't get entangled in the rope this time. I repeated this action seven times, and finally I can jump continuously.

So, I practice skipping rope like this every night. I jump faster and faster, faster and faster. I actually jumped 70 times this week.

I will persevere, whether on campus, in a club or going out with friends, and I will practice skipping whenever I have time. Finally, I jumped faster and more steadily than before. I used to dance fifteen times a minute, but now I dance 276 times a minute. I don't even believe in myself. This is the result of persistent practice of skipping rope.

On the day of the competition, I jumped faster, more steadily and more accurately than usual. Sure enough, many things happen. I am the second most 387 students in my class, and I passed the exam successfully.

In the past two weeks, through my continuous efforts and hard sweat, I got the qualification of skipping rope.

Since then, I still practice skipping rope every day, and I want to get better grades.

Come to Baidu for a moment

It's not easy to buy food.

One night in the summer vacation, I thought I should use this holiday to help my mother share some housework. Starting from tomorrow, I will help my mother buy food first.

Speaking of buying vegetables, I think: isn't it just buying a few dishes? So simple! My mother seemed to know what I was thinking, so she said to me, "Don't be too proud. Buying food is not as simple as you think. There is a hidden university question! " "

The next morning, my mother gave me fifty dollars. After I received the money, I suddenly came to the door of the vegetable market like stepping on hot wheels in Nezha. As soon as I entered the vegetable market, I saw many uncles and aunts selling vegetables. I used to see people selling meat, vegetables, seafood and fruits ... everything. In the vegetable market, the shouts of uncles and aunts selling vegetables can be seen everywhere, which is very lively.

I came to the vegetable stall for the first time. The shopkeeper saw that I was a child and said enthusiastically, "What do you want, little friend?" I learned the tone of an adult and said, "I want to buy bitter gourd, something fresh." The shopkeeper smiled, then took some particularly fresh bitter melons and asked, "How much is a catty of bitter melons, 3.5 yuan, little friend?" "I ... I want three." I thought about it and answered it. The shopkeeper weighed it and said, "A 5 yuan." I gave her 50 yuan, and the shopkeeper told me it was counterfeit. I was shocked, and then she said, "Ha ha! I was just joking with you. Here! Your change. " I took money and bitter gourd. I'm sorry I have to go.

Then, I went to the place where tofu was sold and said to the shopkeeper, "Uncle, I want to buy tofu from 25 yuan." "Ha ha!" The shopkeeper said, "25 yuan can buy 50 pieces of tofu. Can you eat? " My face turned red at once and I said shyly, "Then I want 5 yuan!" " Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately put ten pieces of tofu into a plastic bag. I paid the money and went home with tofu.

On the way home, I recalled the joke I had just played and thought: it's not that easy to buy food!

9. In fact, it's really not easy. This composition is a real interaction of 300 words. Everyone needs the help of others, and everyone should help others. However, when you are warmly helped by others, have you ever thought of thanking him?

I learned a lot when I was growing up. Things have to start with the teacher asking us to observe the changes in the world temperature:

One day, Xiaoming went swimming in the river and accidentally choked. He shouted for help. At this time, a middle-aged uncle heard the cry for help and jumped into the river to save Xiaoming without taking off his clothes. After the rescue, Xiao Ming was finally out of danger. Oh, I see. ...

A big truck was full of valuables, but the back door was unlocked and some goods fell off. At this time, a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle saw it, so he picked up the items and put them on the motorcycle and began to chase the truck. The truck driver who chased him to his destination found that he had accidentally dropped the goods. When he received the recovered goods from the motorcyclist, he was so moved that he kept saying "thank you" ... Oh, I see. ...

10. It's really difficult for a brother to write 400 words in the city. It's my first time to go back to my hometown.

As soon as I set foot on that familiar path, I thought of my brother. My brother has been playing on this path behind my back since I was a toddler.

At that time, my parents were busy at work, so I spent more time with my brother. Whenever I am scared to cry by bugs, my brother always smiles and wipes my tears and says, "Don't be afraid, watch me step on this big bad guy!" " "Say that finish, I trampled it to death.

As for me, I always laugh and cry. How time flies! I arrived at school in a flash. Every time after school, no matter how late, I have to wait for my brother to come out of the classroom and go home together.

On this path, my brother accompanied me for several years, and I don't know how many times I walked back and forth. I remember one morning, it rained cats and dogs. I said, "Brother, aren't you going to school in such a heavy rain?" While holding an umbrella, my brother said, "Did the rain scare you? Come on, come on up! " Say that finish, he crouched down behind my back.

I said hesitantly, "Don't carry me-"My brother interrupted me with a smile.