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In life, we often encounter some annoying things. I still clearly remember one thing that bothered me last Sunday.

It was Sunday morning, and my mother asked me to write a composition, alas! 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 primary school students flashed before my eyes, like a shining pearl in the dark. I hurried to get it, turning page by page, disappointed again and again. I have read the whole book, but I still can't find a suitable topic. what can I do?

Time is running like water, and it will be noon soon. My mother invited me to dinner. At dinner, my father said, "Have you finished your composition? Show it to me later. " I didn't say a word, but I ate quickly with my head down. Mom said, "It's so inefficient to finish writing a composition for such a long time!" " My head was lower, so I ate in a hurry and went to the bedroom. Mother shouted in the living room: "If you can't finish writing in the afternoon, you won't have to eat at night!" " "Hearing this, the in the mind is as painful as being hit hard.

I sat at my desk for a while, scratching my head with my chin cupped. It suddenly occurred to me that writing down what happened today would be a good composition! Thinking of this, I picked up a pen and finished it in a short time. I ran to show it to my mother, and her mother said in surprise, "Did you finish reading it so soon?" I proudly said, "Of course!" After reading it, my mother said, "Not bad!" I smiled happily and put the troubles of writing composition behind me.

Since the school received a notice from the Education Bureau, it said that it would unify the sixth grade. After Xiaoshengchu was about to take the graduation exam, we got sick. There is so much homework every night, and there are so many tutoring materials piled up on the desk. I arrive at school at six in the morning and finish school after six in the evening. Students near the school will come to make up lessons at night. When I get home, there are so many homework waiting for us that I will take a nap as soon as class begins. What is even more frightening is that I will fall behind. As for mathematics, I will definitely take one exam every day and do another exam at home at night. Then I will talk in class to correct it. If I don't take the exam one day, the sun will definitely come out in the west. Chinese and English are better. But in any case, I can't escape the weekly exam on Friday afternoon. To tell the truth, now I really get a headache and a little scared when I see the test paper. I tremble when I hold a pen.

Look at my schedule again. It's full. I don't have time to play for a minute. Alas, I have to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to study, and I can't sleep until 10 at night. In the words of our teacher, it is to enter the college entrance examination age ahead of time and enter the college entrance examination stage. Alas!

I'd better get a pen now and write my composition quickly! Otherwise, I won't want to sleep tonight, but my mind is full of troubles and I am very tired. I don't want to do it, so I have no choice but to get up early tomorrow morning. Doing other homework, eyelids are fighting.

I am so sleepy! I really want to see Duke Zhou at my desk, but I have so much homework that I can't sleep. Alas! Since I entered the sixth grade, especially next semester, I have been particularly annoyed.

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2. 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.

3. 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 indescribable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always says: Girls should have seats, stand and 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 is this composition. A lot has happened since I was so big. Some things make me happy, and some things upset me.

Today is Saturday, and my father promised me to go to my grandmother's house. But after breakfast, my father suddenly said, "We have a meeting and can't go to grandma's house."

Dad's words are firm and there is no room for manoeuvre. My happy mood was instantly thrown out of the cloud nine.

I had to discuss with my father: "Will you take me to my grandmother's house when my father comes back?" However, my father shook his head again and said, "I won't be back until late." My heart is cold: hey! You must do that annoying homework at home! "You don't say in the afternoon.

After a busy morning, I finally finished all kinds of homework. I felt bored at home, so I begged my mother to take me to the street. But my mother said, "can't you see I'm sleeping?" After listening to my mother's words, I was so disappointed that I went back to my room and sighed.

"If only I could go to my grandmother's house and play with my little sister for a while!" So I asked my mother hopefully, "Can I go to my grandmother's house for a while?" "No, just do your homework at home!" I don't know why, but my mother turned me down without a doubt. At this time, full of hope was completely shattered like soap bubbles.

What happened today made me very upset. After a week of tension, my hopeful relaxation turned into disappointment. How I wish this would never happen again.

Teacher's comment: The little author wrote the disillusionment of hope in simple words, which represents the voice of children under heavy pressure. Although there is no shocking language, it has produced inspiring results.

5. Life is an annoying thing, there are many things that are not satisfactory, and it is also an annoying thing.

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. .