My confused composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has dealt with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my carefully arranged troubled composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

My troubled composition 1 "Oh, look at your hair! It's so hard to comb ... "My mother kept complaining while combing my knotted hair. I am a person who doesn't care about other things, but cares about this deadly hair.

Others want more hair and even buy additional agents; On the contrary, I want to have less hair. Whenever I walk in the street, I will look at others with black hair and a slender ponytail hanging behind my head; Or untie my hair and put it on my shoulders, ...................................................................................................................................................................... But I have a lot of hair and I can only wear the same ponytail every day. Every time I wash my hair, my mother recites the scriptures like a Tang priest and rushes to me like endless yellow river water: "Look at you, you have more hair and use so much shampoo!" " Well, I'll take you to get a haircut tomorrow! "

When I got to the barber's, I kept saying to the barber, "Don't cut my hair short, don't cut my hair short …" But my mother insisted against me, "Forget it, cut it short." I gave her a dirty look. "Kaka Kaka", my hair fell all over the floor. At this time, my hair is shoulder-length. After braiding, braids don't look like balls.

The worst part is that my mother will take me to take pictures after I cut my hair. "Ka", I am a tomboy in the photo. During the guzheng exam, my mother posted the photo of the tomboy without thinking. After the certificate was issued, the column of gender was wrongly written as male! The cat barks ... I can't laugh or cry.

Alas, it seems that hair is a powerful "enemy", and I'm going to fight a protracted war with it. ...

Everyone has his own troubles, and I also have my own troubles. She is like a bug, following me all day, and I won't say much. Let me tell you slowly!

"You look at somebody else Kang Xin month, somebody else yellow, which exam is better than you, have nothing to do all day watching TV, all on the first day, or unconsciously, just know to have a look at the book, bought you so many books for decoration? ..... "Alas," the familiar voice reminded me again. I hate it when my parents compare me with others. At home, it seems that no matter what I say or do, other people's children are the best. It seems that my mind is full of shortcomings, such as that afternoon.

Today is Sunday, and my mother sent me to an English class. In class, the teacher suddenly said, "Well, I'm going to take a grammar test soon, but I have to deduct points." Do it yourself! " I have no time to review for the sudden exam. When I saw the test paper, there were a bunch of words on it, and the results came out. Only 78 points were scored in the exam, and 85 points were passed. The difference is not far away. If my mother doesn't tell me when I get home, I'll be haunted. my heart ...

As soon as I stepped into the house, my mother came up to me angrily with her mobile phone, holding it: "Why didn't you pass the customs?" Did you learn English for nothing? I spent so much money to send you, and that's all you learned? See if Kang and Huang are the first and second in the class. How dare you play with them? Why are you so brazen? What can you do just playing all day? How can I live without being admitted to a good university? ..... "In the face of mother's reprimand, I submit to humiliation. I was in a bad mood, but now I'm adding fuel to the fire, alas!

Mom, please don't compare me with others in the future. I also want to do my best to make myself better. I want this trouble to disappear from my mind forever.

This is my trouble. What about yours?

My troubles composition 3 Everyone has troubles, and I can't escape. However, that pair of glasses is what worries me most.

After school, I will prepare my homework. My glasses should be on. I rummaged through my schoolbag and looked at the glasses case. I'm desperate-my glasses are gone! So I began to look for my lost "friend" glasses: I looked around the desk first and found no trace of it. Next, I look for it carefully on my desk. I opened a book and found there were no glasses.

I started looking on the bookshelf again. The bookshelf is full of books, and my fighting spirit to find glasses has been hit a lot in an instant. But what can I do? If I can't find my glasses, I can't read and do my homework! Even if you go to school, you may not be able to read the words on the blackboard clearly! No, no, after thinking about these terrible things, I rekindled my desire to find glasses, and I began to look for them in the dense bookshelves again. I opened all the books and rummaged through all the books, but there was still nothing. I suddenly became depressed, and I couldn't be happy anyway. I'm sweating, too. I don't want to look for it anymore.

But those damn glasses seem to be playing hide-and-seek with me, and they hide where I don't look. I slumped listlessly on the sofa, hey! Something is pressing against my waist, and I can't help looking back. It's my glasses! "Glasses glasses, do you want to kill your master? It's really hard to find a place to get it. It doesn't take much effort to get it. " I said to myself happily.

My glasses are always dirty. I polish my glasses with glasses cloth every night, but you don't know what it looks like when it comes home from school: it's like a naughty child, and every day when it comes home, it is covered with dust, which makes me often see vaguely when I do my homework.

My glasses! My troubles! If I knew this day, I would protect my eyes!

My troubled composition 4 Youth is confusion, spring is growth, and our world is full of flowers everywhere. We are young and energetic, and we also have essential troubles in life.

I lie flat on the soft grass, in the air, the long white clouds write the chapters of time. The gurgling water is beating the beauty of music. Everything in nature is so pleasant, and only I am full of troubles.

I came home depressed. Mom knows what happened, too. He saw the report card that the teacher found in the group. Naturally, meeting me is also a severe criticism, but the criticism is good, but he always compares me with others. That I am not as good as others in study, painting and handwork. What is even sadder is that if you don't do well in the school exam, you will be criticized by the teacher; When I got home, I had to listen to my mother's nagging ... suddenly I felt that the whole sky was gloomy and there was no cloud belonging to me.

I'm fed up with such criticism and nagging. I just want to say to them, "Are others really that good in your eyes? Do I really have no advantage? " Every time I am in a bad mood, there are no words of encouragement from the teacher, no warm hugs from my family, only criticism! Just nagging!

I closed my eyes and meditated on all this. I put up with criticism and nagging. Continue to study hard, I am too tired to lie on the grass, but this happy time is always so short. I have to prove that I am not the worst one! In the good times of youth, why not work hard? Even a grass will not feel ashamed. Let alone me. There is a saying that "a life with struggle is a good life". There is not a dollar in the world for you, but I can work hard. Although I am not the best, I will prove that I am not the worst!

Thank you for your trouble, you taught me how to fight!

My troubled composition 5 says that childhood is carefree and happy. Those words are the wishful thinking of adults, and our children certainly have their own troubles.

That afternoon, my brother came back from kindergarten and shouted, "Grandma, come and teach me to do my homework!" " Grandma is cooking dinner. He waved impatiently and said, "Go, go". Leave me alone and let your sister teach you.

So, my brother pulled my skirt, pretending to be poor, and said, "Sister, come and teach me to do my homework!" " "

I went into the study and taught my brother to write, but he couldn't. It's really hard to teach! I held his hand and taught him one by one. "Yingying, take out the garbage!" Grandma's voice came, and I said to my brother, "You write here, and I'll take out the garbage first." My brother nodded, and I went out of the study and went downstairs with garbage.

After a while, I came home and opened the door of the study. I was shocked. Books can be seen everywhere, and stationery can be seen everywhere. This is like a dump. My brother jumped up and down on the table like a lively little white rabbit.

I am so angry! Pulled my brother off the table and severely criticized him. My brother not only refused to listen, but also told me. "It's none of your business." I'm even angrier. Raise your hand and hit your brother. Oh, it hurts! I'm going to tell grandma.

As he spoke, the younger brother ran to grandma and said confidently, "Grandma, my sister not only didn't teach me to do my homework, but also beat me and scolded me." Grandma listened to her brother's words, her hands rested on her hips, her eyebrows stood up, and she pointed at me and cursed me, as if to scold me to the extreme, and she refused to stop. I'm a dumb person who eats Rhizoma Coptidis-I can't say how bitter it is.

This is my trouble, how about it? I'm bored to death!

I am a junior high school student and a girl who is about to enter a rebellious period. As I get older, I have more and more troubles.

Adults say; Adolescent children are unreasonable. In the eyes of my parents, I am probably a typical example: I only know how to play all day; Idolization, people who only know how to spend money on useless things; I know my parents have great expectations of me. Who says women are inferior to men? Therefore, I have to hold back my heart and not let my parents down.

The exam is coming, and I've been tired for a week. I finally found a time to relax, but my father caught me and left me with a halo of bad children. In fact, dad also has difficulties. He has no son at home, so he has to pin his hopes on our sisters and is determined to train us into adults. Learn from my cousin and never let me go to the point of no return. My father was afraid that I would fail in school, so he kept me under strict supervision, especially after I entered junior high school, and even began to limit my interpersonal problems. Going to the bookstore with friends, my father read: Don't go out to play in the name of reading! Well, maybe he doesn't know me and doesn't believe me. Education 13 years. I know whether it's good or bad. I won't learn badly!

Adults are sometimes like children. Didn't they go through puberty? Worship a star is actually a very common thing, without any impurities, especially for us children, it's just pure worship. This will not bring that sacred aura again.

Have a friend, regardless of gender or rank, just because they are like-minded, like-minded and have a common language. Their friendship is pure, parents. Please trust my friend and respect my friend.

Mom and Dad, when I grow up, I don't want to be sentenced to life imprisonment for growing up. I know you are doing me good, but please trust me and your daughter!

My troubled composition 7 adults say: children are the happiest. But I don't think so. I think adults are the happiest, sitting in the office all day and carefree. And we, always thinking about grades all day, my parents are looking forward to turning iron into steel, taking this exam today and asking that tomorrow. Scores naturally became their "spoken language".

Today is Sunday, and the six-day school life is over (there will be eugenics counseling on Saturday). Exhausted, I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief today. However, a mountain of homework is still waiting for me! So, I got into the study and began to "climb". I went through five hurdles and cut six generals, and finally finished the homework assigned by the teacher. I was about to turn on the TV and watch Animal Planet for a while when my mother shouted at me: Why don't you do your homework? I whispered: It's over. Mother gave another order: make the three test papers I bought for you. Suddenly, I was flustered. My heart is tightening, and I dare not go out. I just feel weak all over and my feet are soft ... unspeakable pain, like countless bugs biting my heart. I was too angry to make any noise, so I had to trudge back to my study with a heavy heart. Looking at the test paper full of books, I shed tears. I was facing the east wall, copying, writing and counting ... After that, I went to my mother and said, can I have a rest? Mom said: Yes! I jumped three feet happily and turned on the TV in a hurry. Mother said angrily, I told you to rest, not watching TV, but reading and reading English. Helpless, I went back to the study for the third time. ...

Mom, I beg you to give me some time to play. Lenin, the great teacher, once said: Workers who cannot rest will not work. This sentence may be serious to you, but it is really from my heart, please understand.

Hey, I'm so sad!

Mother is going to practice driving and decided to send her brother to grandma's house. Early in the morning, my brother came.

I was awake by this time, but I didn't want to come out under the covers. My brother first went to the place where I did my homework and looked around. Then he went to the balcony and took out plasticine to play for a while. Anyway, he couldn't go to my sleeping room.

Grandma said, "Qiuqiu, my sister is in the house. Go and find it! " "When he heard this, he went to my house. By this time, I was dressed and hiding in the closet, ready to scare him.

Looking through the gap, before he found me, I picked up the white sheet, covered it on my body, and then pushed open the cupboard door. "ah!" Let out a cry, and my brother collapsed on the bed in fear, trembling and saying, "No, don't eat me, I want to play with my sister!" " "

Haha, this boy is too timid! I took off the sheets and smiled. He looked at this scene and thought, Oh, my God! Sister was eaten by this monster! So she began to cry.

"This, this let me how to do?" I also learned my brother's unique kung fu-pretending to cry.

My brother laughed at the cry. He stopped and asked me, "Why do you laugh when you cry?"

Alas, this silly brother.

The second cry was after one o'clock in the afternoon. My mother is doing exercises. He was eating an omelet and pounding it hard, and my mother began to try her best to annoy him. My brother put down the omelet and started to deal with my mother.

Mom turned him over first, squatted down to tickle him, and my brother began to fight back. He first scratched his mother with chubby hands, and then kicked her with short legs.

Then he turned and ran away, and his brother was caught by his mother again. So he used his secret-crying, which killed his mother. He took the opportunity to pick up the omelet and ran away.

Hey, man, when will you stop crying?

My troubles composition 9 Everyone should have their own troubles, right? If not, it is unfair to me, because I have too many troubles, myopia, family disharmony, unsatisfactory test results … and my biggest trouble is this pair of disappointing myopia.

In the fourth grade, my eyesight became worse and worse because I didn't develop good living habits and study habits. Finally, I went to the vision center for examination, and I was shocked-left eye 175 degrees, right eye 200 degrees. This unexpected result surprised our whole family. Under the pressure of my father, I got a pair of glasses. The frames of these glasses are blue and the lenses are transparent.

When I got to school, my classmates laughed at me and called me a "four-eyed dog" and a "robot cat" ... My anger surged in my chest, just like a boiler that was under too much pressure and was about to explode. I can only resist these with silence. I remember once, I went to learn English, and the teacher asked us to copy words. I copied ou as au because I didn't bring my glasses. The teacher asked us to read it. I read it wrong, which made me laugh. When boiling water, steam jumped on my brain and my glasses blurred immediately. When it rains, I come out of my house and I can't see anything in front of me. I really hate this feeling.

I want to take off my glasses, but once I take them off, I can't see anything clearly. Ah! I really want to see things clearly without glasses! I hope there will be no more such children, no more mobile phones and computers! I hope to invent a mobile phone and computer that will not affect my eyesight in the future.

When can I get rid of this trouble? Who can help me?

My troubled composition 10 We grew up in a troubled world, and we experienced all kinds of troubles, each of which left us with different feelings. Sometimes the trouble is short, sometimes it is long. In front of him, we can be calm and strategize, and sometimes we feel exhausted and in a hurry. A person's life is always accompanied by troubles. Every time we grow up, our troubles will come as scheduled, and we never stand up. Worry is a discordant note in a beautiful melody, which is regrettable.

The troubles caused by the generation gap in front of our parents, like an unbreakable maginot line, separate us from our parents in two worlds, leaving us unable to cope. The trouble caused by misunderstanding in front of friends is like locking me and my friends in two prisons. The distance between cells is like a natural moat, which makes us sad alone.

I always thought that worrying was harmful and useless. It was not until I understood that everything was harmful and beneficial that I slowly began to discover the benefits of worrying. It bored us and even made our world safe. However, most of our troubles are caused by ourselves. We make our parents angry and our friends misunderstand. We just need to find out the reason and correct it, so that our parents can be comforted and our friends can understand us. Worry fills every step of our growth, and we can't get away from it at all, because we are its makers. Since you can't escape, face it bravely and never escape.

As long as you face it bravely, you will soon find that worry is actually a process of our learning, through which we can better learn how to control ourselves and learn how to constantly improve ourselves. Only in this way can we overcome all kinds of difficulties in life, make greater progress and surpass others faster. If we escape from reality because we are afraid of trouble, then we will only follow others all our lives, and then we will always be birds under our wings, unable to fight the sky and enjoy the rainbow after the storm.

If you don't want to walk around in this world, you should bravely challenge yourself, so that you can have a place in society and bravely despise your troubles. He will no longer be your stumbling block, but your stepping stone! At that time, you will be grateful for your troubles.

My trouble composition 1 1 My trouble is not only the pressure of study, but also an annoying younger brother. He always steals from me unreasonably, doodles on my homework, and most importantly, he loves to cry.

Speaking of crying, I remember once, my mother bought a basketball, and my brother and I liked it very much. I often take it downstairs to play. My brother is young. Every time he plays first, he forgets all about me when he plays. I was very angry, so I said to him, "Brother, give me the ball quickly, or I will rob it!" " My brother didn't take my words seriously at all. I was so angry that I wanted to beat him at once, but I forgot, so I took a heavy step and snatched the basketball back from him. When my brother saw that the basketball was taken away by me, he cried with all his strength. This cry shocked everyone around. The mother who is cleaning upstairs heard it. He rushed downstairs. Just as she left the unit door, I thought, it's over. My mother will definitely make me a "belt-fried shredded pork". I watched nervously as she comforted her brother. My mother watched me get angry and dragged us home, and then gave me a good lecture. I let go of my fear, but I can't play basketball anymore.

Another time, I finished my homework and went to piano class. As time was running out, I put my homework on the table. When I came back, I found a person painted on my homework, which was particularly ugly! According to my years of observation, it must have been painted by my brother. I was so angry that I took my brother's favorite toy and drew it in a mess. My brother found his toys painted when he slept with her at night. He cried sadly and made the whole family noisy. My mother knew that I painted them and gave me a "belt-fried shredded pork". I'm not convinced. He drew my homework first, not my toys!

These things have left me a lot of troubles, but my brother is still my brother. Although I can't change him, I can tolerate him, which is also an exercise for my growth.

My troubled composition 12 Everything in the world will have troubles, and a small tree is afraid of being cut down; A grass is afraid of being trampled, and a flower is afraid of being picked. These are all worries.

When I was in the country, my sister and I went out to play and saw someone taking sweet potatoes out of the pit. Just say to my sister, "Wait a minute, he's gone, let's get some." A few minutes later, the man left. I saw no one around, so I ran over with my sister. Seeing that there were still a few in the pit, I chose the biggest one with my sister. Seeing that they were not found, I could run home quickly.

When I got home, I was afraid to explain things to my mother, because the sweet potato was not mine. It's just that when grandma was cooking, she put the sweet potato in the fire pit.

After dinner, grandma said to her mother, "I heard that the sweet potato that people put in the pit there was stolen." Hearing this, I suddenly blushed. "What should I do?" ! Was it discovered? Will mom know? Will I be taken away by that man? "A series of questions suddenly popped up, and my heart bumped like a rabbit. I went back to the kitchen and took out the burnt sweet potato and tasted it. Bah! It tastes terrible! The burned skin is black and dirty, and the unpleasant smell comes to the nose. It tastes bitter and astringent. It's really ugly, uncomfortable and unpalatable. I threw it away and went back to my room to sleep. In my dream, I dreamed that someone said to me, "Why did you steal my sweet potato? "Why? You are a thief, a thief, a thief! " I woke up, only to find that it was a dream. I was too scared to sleep all night.

The next day, with sleepy eyes, I didn't dare to sleep, for fear that once I slept, I would dream of that terrible person. Later, I was so tired that I fell asleep in the chair.

Later, when I went to school in other places, I was annoyed every time I thought about it. It has been an annoyance in my life ever since.

My worry composition 13 I think my biggest worry now is walking on the way to school every morning and seeing pedestrians wearing all kinds of thick masks. Every day the sky is gloomy and the sun hasn't come to work for a long time! Did it ask for leave? The beauty of my campus has become blurred! Without extracurricular activities, many students began to cough, have a high fever and get sick! Haze has brought a lot of troubles to our lives.

Due to the excessive destruction of nature by human beings, it leads to the merciless revenge of nature: the smog formed by industrial pollution hangs over the whole city. After consulting the data, we know that smog is a very fine dry powder dust particle, which floats evenly in the air, making the visibility less than 10 km. Smoke does great harm to our health. If you accumulate to a certain extent, you will get pneumonia, which will deteriorate into lung cancer over time. Air pollution caused by smog! Various diseases caused by smog ... Smog weather always bothers us and brings us a lot of inconvenience! Don't say smog is a killer! Not to mention the smog is terrible! In fact, the real murderer is ourselves! Many smoky chemical plants, long queues of cars, and the destruction of nature are the main culprits of smog weather.

The painful ecological lesson should arouse our attention. I think we should enhance environmental awareness, travel with low carbon and live with low carbon. The propaganda of environmental protection should be intensified so that more people can understand the importance of environmental protection. We are the masters of 2 1 century, and environmental awareness is an important symbol of modern people. We must earnestly establish a sense of responsibility for the times, starting from ourselves and starting from small things, and we can add strength to the environment. Let's join hands to create a blue sky that originally belonged to us.

My troubled composition 14 people have a lot of troubles in their lives. No one's life is smooth sailing, and everyone will encounter some annoying troubles (unpleasant things). But these unpleasant things are part of our growing process.

I have a lot of troubles, most of which are related to study. The pressure of study is my trouble, and so are some other things.

Now I am in junior high school, facing the senior high school entrance examination in geography and biology. However, my unsatisfactory grades make me more and more worried. I review geography and biology every day. Even so, I'm still worried that I won't do well in the exam, which is one of my troubles.

Besides the pressure of studying, I am also worried about my lack of self-discipline and persistence. Whenever I study my homework at home on weekends, I can't resist the temptation of electronic products. I always want to put down my pen and watch TV and play with my mobile phone for a while. I hate this kind of trouble. I hate not sticking to my neck.

I still have some troubles about my study. In my study, whenever I can't write some questions, I have thought about asking the teacher, but my heart is thinking, but my body has no action. I really want to invite teachers, but I always don't want to. This is my trouble, too.

Another thing about worrying is sleep. I go to bed on time every day, but I still don't get enough sleep. It seems that I haven't woken up yet, and I have no spirit. I always want to sleep in class, but I always say I can't sleep. I won't rest on my desk before class. This is also one of my troubles.

These are my troubles and my growing footprints! I think these troubles will pass, after all, there is no hurdle in life!

My troubled composition 15 "I am dizzy, I am dizzy. Somebody give me a piece of tofu and let me knock it to death! " This is the third day of fever, and I finally can't stand the self-study class.

In class, my head is like a doll in a doll machine. My head doesn't listen to me. I feel dizzy and have a splitting headache, just like hitting a wall. "Cheng Sanyi, you answer this question." The teacher's thunderous voice came, so I had to stand up limply. Just as I opened my mouth to answer the question, the teacher shouted, "What's the matter with you? Stand back. " I stood in the back innocently.

That's great. Now, I'm top-heavy and feel carsick. My feet can't help tap dancing. I couldn't help but accidentally hit my head on the blackboard at the back, which woke me up, but the pain spread to the second class. The first day of the "storm" ended like this, but don't worry, there are more annoying things behind.

Lying in bed at night, my mind was blank, and I should have gone to bed, but I always felt that there was hundreds of millions of gunpowder around my head and my face was getting bigger and bigger, so I decided to turn over and fall asleep quickly, so that I wouldn't feel so bad. Just then, I fell to the ground with a bang, which I will never forget, enough to easily shock the power of the voice-activated lights in the corridor.

When the teacher was away in physical education class, the unpredictable sports commissioner jumped up and down in front of me with a smile. He said seriously, "For the sake of world peace, China's prosperity and youth ... we finally decided to have an 800-meter friendship race. I want a stupid bird to fly first. " With that, he has already flown out. I have no choice but to run with the "sports madman". By the fifth lap, I was already running "youth" with full energy. Fortunately, "youth" is always short-lived. After a while, the class was over and I was paralyzed.

If possible, I would rather not have my "genius" IQ and "handsome" face than catch a cold, because it is too painful.