One thing that bothers me is writing a composition.

1. Write a short essay on one thing that bothers me the most. I have a warm home. I am the "little sun" in my parents' hearts and the "apple of my eye" in my grandparents' eyes. I'm afraid to break it in my hand and melt it in my mouth. They all love me very much. I am troubled by this kind of love. Because I have grown up, I am no longer such a spoiled "little princess". I 10 years old, like a bird with full feathers. I want to fly out of my parents' arms and fly in the boundless nature, but I always can't get what I want.

Once, my mother was on a business trip and my father was at work, leaving me alone at home. I was ecstatic and thought: the opportunity has finally come, and I can finally taste the taste of independent life. I have just finished my homework, and it is already noon. I was thinking about the kitchen when the phone rang. It was my surprise. This call is from my father. "Tingting, don't forget to turn off the gas stove after dinner ..." "I see, you reminded me three or four times before going out! Goodbye, Dad! " Before he finished, I interrupted him impatiently and put down the receiver heavily. I went down from the kitchen, washed rice, put it in the rice cooker, made some dishes I like, and was about to serve when the phone rang again, so I had to pick it up absently. Mother's crisp voice came from the phone: "Tingting, can you stay at home alone?" Why don't I call your father back ... "God, why are you so wordy!" No, dear mother. "I slammed the phone down and sat there hoping it wouldn't ring again. But the annoying phone rang again, as if it was aimed at me. I picked up the phone impatiently and asked, "Hello? Who is it? " Mom's nagging voice rang again: "Tingting, dad is still worried, come back, and so on." "alas!" I put the phone down and sighed, and my dream went up in smoke.

Ah! Mom and Dad, when will you be released from the cage, fly out of your arms and fly freely between the blue sky and white clouds? Go forward bravely under the test of wind and rain!

2. One thing that bothers me. When I grow up, I am a little boy, carefree and carefree ... "Whenever I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour ... I really want to grow up when I was a child, because I can do a lot of things I want to do when I grow up, without having to bear my mother's nagging and my father's blame.

But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grow up, I go home every day and get confused by a lot of homework. I want to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that it will never be finished.

I have been studying hard at school all day, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take study seriously, I actually hate it. I am bored and miserable. I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to do the same with many demands. I'm annoyed. I was born in a sea of misery.

Today, I am in the third grade, facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is great. What if I fail the exam? I worry every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm not interested at all! . After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I ride my bike home.

The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? Or ... how I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment.

Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more. How I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again. Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea.

The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles.

Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past. When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream".

In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough.

When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study. As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling.

My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away".

On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back.

These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared.

Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind. Sometimes, maybe less homework will make learning more interesting, because learning something is fun.

This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can't breathe. Learning is a must. Otherwise, the 5,000-year-old culture and history of China will be destroyed in our hands. However, we can't accept knowledge all day. This is a kind of abuse. The young boy has no worries and no worries ... "Every time I hear the children in Grade Three sing this song, my heart is always sour ... I really don't want to grow up. How nice it was when I was a child. I want to go back to childhood! Growing pains grow-worry and happiness, but more are surrounded by contradictions of worry. For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness.

However-I'm worried about a two-sided me. At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when there is no mother outside can I truly show myself.

When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it. This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me.

However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always nags: girls should have seats, stand, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I know all this by heart, and I can almost recite it backwards. My mother is just a routine. Say it again.

What bothers me most about composition is the study and examination of 600 words. The test paper dangled in front of us. In fact, we have been tested again and again. However, there is one thing that has been bothering me and making me very angry.

"Ding" rang, the final exam came again, and the papers were handed out. As soon as I saw it in black and white, my confident heart suddenly fell into the ice cave, and my eyes were blank.

I don't know when it started. At the sight of black words floating on white paper, my hands and feet will tremble involuntarily. With the growth of age, as long as I see snow-white paper, my mood will get worse and worse, and I will become more and more irritable. Not only will your hands and feet tremble, but you will also get a little bean-sized sweat on your forehead. For this reason, I have an abnormal headache.

All the students around me are writing papers, so I can only helplessly lie on my desk, "tick-tock" and "tick-tock". The second hand in my watch is slipping away. My hands don't seem to shake, my eyes seem clear, and my heart seems to be much calmer. I picked up the pen again and began to answer questions and write papers. Thinking, writing, writing, thinking, somehow I still can't do it, and all the words that can be written disappear from my mind like magic. I don't remember anything. I tried my best to escape.

This is clear, and chaos is also chaos. I finished the basic part in a hurry, read the essay, and finished it again at the urging of the invigilator. Where did my score come from in this state of examination? To tell you the truth, I'm anxious.

I also know that good psychological quality determines the exam results, so I secretly cry again and again. Fortunately, my mother is very open-minded and knows that my exam results are not ideal because I am afraid of writing it in black and white.

Didn't blame me blindly. But she told me seriously that I would fight poison with poison and make the paper white every time, so that you could challenge your fears.

I nodded timidly. I tried to do it for my trouble. I hope success will wave to me.

No one can avoid contradictions, but how to solve them by themselves. It is a good thing to have contradictions, because after the contradictions, there will always be reflections, always think of solutions, and always know how to avoid such contradictions next time, so that you can grow up and be more sensible.

12 years old, which is the age that causes more and more troubles. After a long time, since I was 8 years old, I immediately crossed the time tunnel. Many things happened in the tunnel, including happiness and pain ... but that kind of distress still impressed me deeply. After all this, I finally jumped out of the tunnel and walked into the life of 12 years old. Now that I think about it with endless aftertaste, I embarked on a journey of resistance and entered the 10-year-old Sky 35 composition network.

On a hot afternoon, it was summer vacation, and only these two short months were spent playing with my "little enemy"-my brother. We had a quarrel "tell the judge", and after ten minutes, we made up. The two of us came out of our respective rooms, went into the kitchen together, took out the watermelon, and split it 50-50, half for each person. I cut this, but I was a little selfish, so I cut my own piece a little bigger. I thought I could get away with it, but my brother's critical eyes immediately punctured my mask and said to me, "Well, since you said the two pieces are the same size, I'll take yours." How's it going? Hmm! I thought to myself: this little smart card is playing wishful thinking again! I have to do something! He said: "It has already been divided! I am mine, and you are yours. "I immediately put my watermelon on the plate and was about to take it away to watch TV. Unexpectedly, "you have more plates than me." "My brother accidentally knocked over my plate when he said this, only to hear a bang. The plate on the ground was broken, and the pulp of watermelon was mixed with the plate like a puzzle. I said angrily, "Look what you have done!" "I didn't mean to." The younger brother said with his head down. After a "war of words", we broke up in discord. When we left, we both looked at each other contemptuously, then quickly walked out of the kitchen and went back to their rooms, sulking. I thought to myself, "All right! Although my selfishness is wrong, but ... but he shouldn't drop the delicious watermelon he is about to get on the ground. "But think again: if it weren't for that little selfishness, we wouldn't be so stiff! Or am I wrong first? I should apologize to my brother!

I thought, and my body rushed out of the door involuntarily, as if my brother had reflected it. We met unexpectedly. "I ..." I don't know where the tacit understanding came from, and we said with one voice. I said, "You have something to do, you go first!" "I'm sorry, sister, I shouldn't have knocked over your plate. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is more or less. Being unconvinced and convinced is only a moment, just for a small fruit, which destroys the relationship between our brother and sister. Besides, people are selfish. If I cut it, I might get more points for myself. " The younger brother said apologetically, "It's my fault! First of all, it's my fault, please forgive me! " I am ashamed to say. Just listen to "Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang ..." Happy Camp began. I turned off the TV in my room, and we watched TV together and made up again. 35 composition network

The distress of "resignation, resignation" and "taking a step back to make the three-way road wider" makes me deeply understand his true meaning now. No one can avoid contradictions, but how to solve them by themselves. It is a good thing to have contradictions, because after the contradictions, there will always be reflections, always think of solutions, and always know how to avoid such contradictions next time, so that you can grow up and be more sensible. I keep this distressing thing in mind, and I appreciate it very much. It gives me another way to solve the contradiction.

5. The composition "One thing that bothers me the most" bothers me.

I am a pistachio in beijing east road primary school.

Thinking, writing, writing, thinking, somehow I still can't do it, and all the words that can be written disappear from my mind like magic. I don't remember anything. I tried my best to escape.

At school, exams and papers dangle in front of us. In fact, we have withstood the test again and again. However, there is one thing that has been bothering me and bothering me.

"Ding" rang, the final exam came again, and the papers were handed out. As soon as I saw it in black and white, my confident heart suddenly fell into the ice cave, and my eyes were blank.

I don't know when it started. At the sight of black words floating on white paper, my hands and feet will tremble involuntarily. With the growth of age, as long as I see snow-white paper, my mood will get worse and worse, and I will become more and more irritable. Not only will your hands and feet tremble, but you will also get a little bean-sized sweat on your forehead. For this reason, I have an abnormal headache.

All the students around me are writing papers, so I can only helplessly lie on my desk, "tick-tock" and "tick-tock". The second hand in my watch is slipping away. My hands don't seem to shake, my eyes seem clear, and my heart seems to be much calmer. I picked up the pen again and began to answer questions and write papers.

Thinking, writing, writing, thinking, somehow I still can't do it, and all the words that can be written disappear from my mind like magic. I don't remember anything. I tried my best to escape. This is clear, and chaos is also chaos. I finished the basic part in a hurry, read the essay, and finished it again at the urging of the invigilator.

Where did my score come from in this state of examination? To tell you the truth, I'm anxious. I also know that good psychological quality determines the exam results, so I secretly cry again and again.

Fortunately, my mother is very open-minded and knows that my exam results are not ideal because I am afraid of writing it in black and white. Didn't blame me blindly. But she told me seriously that I would fight poison with poison and make the paper white every time, so that you could challenge your fears. I nodded timidly. I tried to do it for my trouble. I hope success beckons to me!

6. One thing that bothered me was that the class teacher praised Xiaohong a few days ago and said that her composition was good, which made the class teacher get to know Xiaohong again.

After listening to this sentence, I was both unconvinced and ashamed. Because I was born unyielding and the class teacher praised her, it was like a bug crawling in my heart.

I'm a little jealous of Xiaohong. Although I seem to be happy for her on the surface, I don't think so in my heart. I am jealous of Xiaohong and her composition. When I got home, I lay prone on the bed and really wanted to cry. My mother looked at me glumly, patted me and asked, "Yuanyuan, what's the matter?" I told my mother everything, and my mother smiled and said, "Ah! I see! " "Mom, why aren't you angry?" I asked.

"Why should I be angry? Is it because of jealousy? " I nodded my head. "In fact, everyone has jealousy, not just children.

I tell you, in fact, jealousy is useless. Only your practical actions can reflect your composition level. Why does Xiaohong study more, and you? "Through what my mother said, I feel a little ashamed and guilty.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is really no need to be jealous of her. I shouldn't look down on myself. I am jealous of Xiaohong and think of what I have done. Alas! What a shame it is that we should learn from the advantages of others and make up for our own shortcomings.

7. What bothers me about writing is that there are worries and happiness in life. Let's see what's worth writing.

Fan Wen:

Many people think that saving is a good thing and a virtue. However, there is one thing that bothers me. Savings have caused me too much trouble!

During the May Day holiday, my family went to Hainan to play. After staying in the hotel at night, I began to dream of the second wandering in the sea. The next day, the guide took us to the seaside to play. Seeing the sea in my dream really unfolding before my eyes, I really wanted to jump into her arms at once, so I asked my mother to buy me swimming trunks, but my mother said, "We must save. Don't swim, it's a waste to spend money to dilute the water after swimming! " After listening to my mother's words, my excitement was immediately replaced by depression, so I had to play with the sand in disappointment.

After two days, we came to Sanya, Hainan. The tour guide's description of "Xiaoyu Hot Spring" in Sanya made me tempted, so I asked my mother to buy a ticket. My mother said, "It's a waste to buy such an expensive ticket. We must save it and stop playing. " Later, my aunt helped me buy a ticket, and I barely got my mother's "pass". Save it, I'm tired of you!

After the tour in Sanya, the guide took us to Xinglong, a coffee producing area. The weather here is really good! Sunny, cloudless Wan Li, what a fairyland on earth! The mood is as good as the weather. We came to a big supermarket. I saw a lot of things I like and asked my mother to buy them. My mother refused me after only two words: "Save!" " .

Alas, although saving is a good thing, we should save reasonably. You should have fun when you travel, but in order to save money, you are not allowed to play like this. Mom is obviously cheating, so my trip to Hainan is not pleasant, really, not at all. Nothing is more annoying than this.

8. One of my biggest worries is that when we grow up, we have some lingering worries: from family, from ourselves, from classmates and friends, just like a grain of sand under our feet. Although it is small, it is a big obstacle to our growth.

My troubles come from my classmates. I live in the abuse of my classmates every day.

"I don't want to play with you, damn it!" I've heard this sentence countless times, and even my former best friend won't talk to me. I always think about what I didn't do well enough.

I think that's all, but what's even more terrible is those ugly words about my successful development in adolescence. Even my deskmate drew a 38th parallel on our desk.

How I wish I could play freely with my classmates now! I always wonder, why am I so unsociable? Now I really want to be blocked by an iron gate, completely separating me from my classmates. Every time, tears roll in my eyes, but I firmly believe that I am the strongest. I finally put up with it all morning, and class was over.

But I can't be happy, because I know that meeting me in the parking lot in the future will be someone else's smile and irony. I sat in my seat for a long time and didn't leave until everyone in the classroom had left.

However, it was another bolt from the blue-I don't know who let go of my tire, so I had to push it back, so far, I was exhausted! Seeing the students laughing and laughing on the playground one by one, you push me and I am always alone. However, I can only regard this scene as an extravagant hope, because I dare not think about it, because I think there will never be anyone and me, and I think my image in their hearts will never change. Finally, after school in the afternoon, I quickly picked up the broom to sweep the floor. People say I sweep the floor like a witch, but I forbear to say anything. They pushed their luck and put a broom on my head, but I can't say anything about all this except my bad life! I think only by studying hard silently can I change my image in the hearts of my classmates.

Dear students, I wonder if you have heard the story of "Ugly Duckling". In my life, I am an ugly duckling. I firmly believe that one day, I will become a beautiful white swan! As the saying goes, it is impossible to grow up smoothly. Without the seasoning of worry, there would not be so many interesting stories in our life. Think of troubles as mountains, we can see the sea in our hearts when we climb mountains, so I will forget them, throw them out of my heart and pour sand into my shoes, so that we can walk more steadily.

9. a very annoying thing in life, there are many things that are not satisfactory, and it is also very annoying.

Today, the teacher asked us to write a composition on this topic. What's my trouble? Do I get into trouble every exam? Or there is no rest time on Saturday and Sunday.

I have to run between cram schools all day, finish the homework of cram school teachers and class teachers, and recite the Analects of Confucius and English words to my parents? Or maybe every time you grow taller, which joint will hurt all night? These are all my troubles. But that's not what bothers me most.

What worries me most is my brother. My brother is chubby, and now he is in grade two.

Generally speaking, a very fat child is not very flexible and doesn't like to play, but he is different. He is very playful and especially likes to play with me. But I don't like playing with him-I'm four years older than him and I'm a girl. I don't like what he likes and he doesn't like what I like, so I can't play with him.

But I can't do it without playing with him. As a result, my mother and grandmother gave me a good lesson and had to play with him. Well, I'm his sister! It was Saturday. We go to grandma's house to visit grandparents every Saturday. My brother and I do our homework there, too. My brother is only in the second grade and has little homework. He finished it in no time.

As for me, I am writing a composition, and writing a composition is most afraid of being interrupted. As I wrote, I thought about what to write next.

"Sister!" My brother suddenly called me out and gave me a big fright. He didn't call me. When he called me out, I was so scared that I forgot the next sentence I just thought of, and I couldn't remember anything. I shouted at him, "What's your name? Can I help you? " "I have finished my homework, sister, play with me for a while!" "Your homework finished, I haven't finished, how can I play with you? I have an ending, and I will finish it, five minutes, just five minutes. I'll play with you after I finish writing my sister, okay? " "good!" I didn't expect my brother to agree so readily, which really surprised me! However, as soon as I finished writing a word, my brother rummaged through my pencil case and took out a pen and said, "Sister, what pen is this?" "pen."

I replied grumpily. He asks questions, and grandma is really a precious grandson. If I ignore him, grandma will definitely teach me a lesson. I can't afford to be provoked.

Oh, what a nuisance! There are many troubles in people's life, and they will gradually increase with the growth of age, just as the teacher said, "in proportion." If we think about these troubles every day, we will never be happy.

We should learn to improve it, so that we will have much less trouble. .