1. "My Troubles in Writing Compositions" How to solve problems without writing compositions

Everyone has troubles, and this is true.

In school, I was as happy as a little angel, but sometimes I would cry because of a certain classmate.

At home, my strict mother was nagging in my ears all day long, either telling me to do this set of papers or that book of exercises.

As time goes by, I have changed from a first-grade primary school student to a sixth-grade student. Those worries came to me one after another, as if they were scheduled.

"Fang Fang! Why didn't you do your homework?" My mother stood in front of me and shouted. His sharp eyes stared at me. What I expected happened. I was silent for a while, my brain searching for excuses to escape. "Fangfang, did you hear me?" Mom shouted again, raising her voice. Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, tilted my eyes at the wall clock, and said with a playful smile: "It's already half past nine. It's time to go to bed. Let's make up for it tomorrow." My mother's lips twitched slightly and a few words popped out. "I don't care, you have to make up for it tonight and add another one." I couldn't help but stick out my tongue after hearing this heavy additional homework. I had no choice but to take out my pen and start working.

2. Write a 300-word essay on My Troubles

My Troubles The sky outside the window is gloomy, as if it will rain soon, and my mood at the moment is also the same as this. The weather is the same, I am hesitant and bored. I have to write a composition again. Looking at the title of the composition - "My Troubles", I have no inspiration. Troubles, worries, for me, I only know how to laugh and laugh all day long, have no worries about food and clothing, and don't have to be forced by my parents. For students who are running around attending remedial classes, what worries do they have? Ever since I was little, every time the teacher said I needed to write a composition, my heart would keep worrying: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write essays? Didn’t you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting in front of the desk, I mechanically turned my pen, complained, and thought hard about what I wanted to write. At this time, my mother came in, holding orange juice in her hand, tilting her head and looking at me: "What? Are you worried about writing again? Drink some juice and see if you have any inspiration." Yes, isn't my problem just that I can't write? I finally know what to write, let’s start writing now. But, how to start? "My worries are like shells on the seashore..." No, I don't have that many worries. "There are a few clouds floating in the sky..." No, I'm not good at sensationalism. Look through the essay selection and see that the essay has beautiful words. The writing style, including the affectionate sentences, impressed me even more. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such beautiful sentences? Holding my chin, the tip of the pen drew irregular lines on the manuscript paper. These were probably my troubled thoughts. Forget it, the plain and simple is true. I decided to take the plain route and start casually: "My troubles are me. I don’t want to and can’t write an essay..." With the beginning, my article can be produced with difficulty. Time is like running water. In the blink of an eye, two hours flowed away from the tip of my pen. I really want to be able to write and write. I can also make the words flow like clouds and flowing water. However, after all my efforts, I can only make my sentences appear intermittently. My article only stays at the level of ensuring the number of words. Night falls, and a little yellow halo of light highlights the silence. On a peaceful night, the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the colorful clouds support the moon. In fact, there are beautiful scenes everywhere in life, and when there are beautiful scenes, there will be articles. If you usually read more books, pay more attention to the life around you, and write more about your experiences growing up. People and things, then today I don’t have the trouble of writing a composition. The lamp on the table broke down at some point. It flickered, and my heart fell into silence in the flickering... . 3. I have an essay that I can’t write, and the title is My Troubles

My Troubles

I have so many troubles! There are worries in study and life. Especially when it comes to study worries, the thought of my parents’ nagging gives me a headache and is unbearable.

Every morning, I only hear my mother’s words: “It’s already nine o’clock, why aren’t you getting up yet? I told you to get up early, but you just don’t listen.” This sentence comes to my mind on time every morning. lingering in his ears. Alas, my tired body tossed and turned in the warm quilt, always unwilling to get up. I reluctantly opened my eyes like a line and started a new day. When I get up, I always think: After eating, I will definitely come back to my dear bed.

After washing, the moment I stepped into the TV room, my mother walked in front of me like a "rocket" and shouted: "Don't just watch TV, go and memorize a few texts, and then eat." I was like A volcano was about to spew out lava, and I felt stuffy in my stomach. I thought: You guys are taking too much care!

I spent a lot of effort to finish memorizing a text. I wanted to relax and play video games. As soon as I took out the game console, my father saw it and came over and said, "There's no breakfast yet." Done, if you memorize two more texts, you can memorize two less texts tomorrow."

"What?" I shouted, "You have said this hundreds of times. Can you change it to something fresh? It will make me feel better after listening to it." After saying that, I had to put away the game console and pick up the Chinese language book that I had read countless times.

Picking up the Chinese book, I looked at it absently, and my father came over and said to me: "Whoever didn't study hard has no job now; so-and-so didn't go to college, and now he's picking up rags! ... It has been said that 'if a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable'; 'the good at work lies in hard work and the idle in playing'; 'nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing'..." Oh my God! God! Please help me! I'm almost becoming a nerd. I don't want to become a "***" with underdeveloped limbs and a super smart mind!

In my relaxed moments, I watched Stephen Chow in the TV series "The Nine-Level Sesame Official". He talked endlessly and even described dead people as living people, just like the "sharp and ruthless" words of my parents. The mouth is the same and gives me a headache. Just as I was thinking about it, my mother came over again: "You have been resting for so long. Go read a book. Hope, hope, our hope is all entrusted to you. I hope you can study abroad..."

< p> I understand their desire to see their children succeed, but when will they understand my feelings?

2 My Troubles

I want to be the sun, but I am a star; I want to be a big tree, but I am a grass; I want to be a big river , but I am a stream. So, I had troubles.

In the class, my grades in all subjects were mediocre, unlike some of my classmates who were among the best in a certain subject. I know it's because I haven't mastered good study methods. Every day, my classmates fly freely in the ocean of knowledge, but I can't find a good learning strategy and am alone. The learning tasks assigned by the teacher each time are not too many, but my time is always packed. Whenever the task was completed, I breathed a sigh of relief, but the results did not improve at all. Maybe it will be easier at home!

In the first section test of the new semester, I ranked third in the class. I felt so happy and carefree all day long. I told my parents the good news, but they just said plainly: "Study hard and don't be proud." At first, what I imagined was: "Look how smart our son is, what does he want? I'll buy it for you right now." My fantasy was shattered. In the second Duan test, I ranked fourth in the class and fell one place. My parents said: "I only know how to play all day long. Didn't I tell you not to be proud?" I realized that I was too conceited. The final exam was over, and I suddenly dropped to seventh place. When I returned home, I was inevitably criticized. When I got home, as expected, "I just want to play and see what you can do when you grow up!" How sad I was! If I do well, I won't get any praise from my parents. If I don't do well, they will only criticize me without even a word of encouragement. That’s not all!

In the past, my parents always asked me what my ideal was. I just answered with a simple sentence: "I don't know." It was like this every time. So they thought I was a child without ideals. I am an introverted child. Just because I don’t express my ideals doesn’t mean I don’t have them. They don't understand me at all.

I have been a picky eater since I was a child, so now, anyone who sees me will say: "You are so skinny!" I don't want to imagine some of my classmates, who have a strong body. ? But my classmates knew how to make irresponsible remarks about me. I am a boy, but there is nothing about me that is as masculine as the way boys are judged. My fingers are as slender as a girl's, and my wrists are almost skin and bones.

What's hateful is that if I stood there naked, girls would be envious of my figure! But my classmates always make fun of my physical flaws. I also have self-esteem. Why do they hurt me like this?

Yes, no one is perfect and no one is perfect. Everyone has shortcomings, and their shortcomings are also the source of their troubles. I can't find a good way to study, my parents don't understand me, and my classmates ridicule me, it's so annoying.

I also want to have a blue sky of my own! 4. A 400-word essay on my troubles (about poor essay writing)

As everyone grows up, there will be both happiness and troubles that appear randomly. Like the clouds floating in the sky every day, it is inevitable.

I have a lot of troubles now! As time flies forward, the courses become more and more complicated. I have to get up early and walk a long way to get to school. The next few laps always make me complain. The alienation and indifference from my childhood playmates also make me miserable. It dampened my enthusiasm for making friends and so on. This day passes like green candy gradually melting into the mouth, leaving a sour and bitter taste. But despite this bitterness, I can still feel the sweet and warm aroma hidden in it, like silken chocolate. While troubled, it also brought about precious discoveries - I am growing up!

Staying at home during the Qingming Festival holiday was boring. I sat on the sofa and didn't want to move, staring blankly at the white ceiling, with the noisy sound of the TV in my ears. I can't help but think of the time I spent playing with my sister in Guangzhou during the winter vacation. Alas! Loneliness is also a worry! What made me liberated was that my parents, who were the most inactive, suggested playing outside. I remember that when I was very young, I begged them many times to go out and play, but they were still unmoved, which made me give up the idea again and again, feeling very dissatisfied. Has the broken desire been picked up again now? My heart beats like a small fire, with a gentle burning sensation.

Driving until we arrived outside a temple. The wind was strong, blowing whistlingly, blowing my cheeks. I held my mother's hand tightly, holding the warmth in my hand. No matter how strong the wind was, it was still warm to cuddle up next to my mother. There was still warmth behind me. There is the tall figure of my father. Looking at the loess slopes and empty steps below, and smelling the faint fragrance drifting in the wind, I seemed to see the soft beauty of the flowers blooming above.

I feel happy at this moment, and it seems that all my worries have disappeared with the roaring wind at this moment. Only the warmth and joy of body and mind remain.

Because my father is always busy and my mother always has no time, the places we go to during each holiday are very single, and the whole family rarely goes out together, so this has become a worry for me while growing up. Although it is a growing pain. It is inevitable, but troubles may also bring happiness, which will make people understand many truths. Because of these worries in all aspects, they will cherish life more...

Original address of "My Troubles": 5. Composition ——My Troubles

My Troubles The sky outside the window is gloomy, as if it will rain soon. My mood at the moment is the same as the weather, hesitant and depressed.

I have to write a composition again. Looking at the title of the composition - "My Troubles", I have no inspiration at all. Worries, worries, for me, a student who just laughs and laughs all day long, has no worries about food and clothing, and is not forced by my parents to run around and go to tutoring classes, how can there be any worries? Ever since I was little, every time the teacher said I needed to write a composition, my heart would keep worrying: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write essays? Didn’t you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting at the desk, I turned my pen mechanically, complained, and thought hard about what I wanted to write.

At this time, my mother came in, holding orange juice in her hand, tilting her head and looking at me: "Why, are you worried about your composition again? Drink some juice and see if you have any inspiration." That's right. , isn’t my trouble just that I can’t write essays? I finally know what to write, now let’s start writing.

But how to start? "My worries are like shells on the seashore..." No, I don't have that many worries. "There are a few clouds floating in the sky..." No, I'm not good at sensationalism.

Looking through the essay selection, I was even more impressed when I saw the beautiful writing style and affectionate sentences in the essay selection. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such beautiful sentences? Holding my chin, the tip of the pen drew irregular lines on the manuscript paper. These must be my troubled thoughts. Forget it, plain and simple is true, I decided to take the plain route and start with a random beginning: "My trouble is that I don't want to and can't write an essay..." With the beginning, my article can be produced with difficulty.

Time is like running water. In the blink of an eye, two hours have flowed away from the tip of my pen. I really want to be able to let my literary thoughts flow and my words to flow like clouds and flowing water. However, I have tried my best and can only make it flow. My sentences come in fits and starts, and my writing barely manages to keep up with the word count. Night has fallen, and a little yellow halo of light highlights a quiet and peaceful night. The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the colorful clouds support the moon. In fact, there are beautiful scenes everywhere in life, and there will be articles when there are beautiful scenes.

If I had read more books, paid more attention to the life around me, and written more about the people and things I experienced growing up, then I would not have the trouble of writing essays today. The lamp on the table suddenly malfunctioned. It flickered, and my heart fell into silence in the flickering... 6. Composition: My Troubles

Since I started going to school.

There is no need to talk about such a heavy schoolbag, nor does it need to be said that the book is said to have a high "gold content". Just the nagging and oppression from my parents was enough to annoy me for several months.

The older you get. The worries are getting heavier and heavier, until I can't breathe.

Time slipped by quietly bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, the six years of primary school life have become memories, and we have entered a new middle school era. However, the troubles are approaching, and they are rushing towards me one by one. Coming. I had just finished school that day, and I had finished my homework at school. I wanted to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my tense and tired body.

Before you can do anything, the "machine gun" will aim at you and start "shooting" at you: "Why don't you go review quickly? You are a junior high school student and you don't know how to study yet. I can watch TV leisurely here alone during my free time!" At this time, I had no choice but to go back to my room with my "serious injury" and bury myself in a sea of ??books. Why can't parents understand how their children are feeling now? He only scolds at every turn, even...hey! There's nothing you can do about it. Fighting against your mother is just asking for trouble, so why bother? Might as well read a book... There was another time that was even worse: there was a lot of homework that day. As soon as I came back, I went back to my room and worked as a little scribe. I just sat down.

"Come down quickly." Mom shouted loudly, "Liu Yi, look what good things Mom bought you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that it was Mom who bought me My favorite glass! I looked over and saw some composition books and some math exercises. Who would have thought... My mother told me softly: "Look, you are already in middle school." , I might as well buy a few more composition books for you to read, so that you can learn more. Those math books are of good quality, and the contents are written in great detail. Otherwise, you can read more and..." I interrupted my mother and said loudly: "Do you know, I have a lot of homework now, and there are also tasks assigned by the teacher. Since I was a child, I have always done things according to the wishes of your adults. Most of my time has been spent on In addition to studying, I have to complete a lot of homework and have almost no time to play. I think I should let you take a look at my ideological and political book.

After the holiday, I was asked to learn this and learn that. My brain was about to explode. Should I really be like a "robot" doing nothing but fun all day long? "My mother seemed to be a different person just now and said loudly: "I am buying these from you now, not for your future future, not for you, okay? My "fire" came to the ground and I retorted: "Do adults have to love their children in this way? Do they think it's just a matter of studying rote books?" We get up at 5:40 every day. Aren’t we tired from running to school early? There are so many homeworks, who understands my pain? You just know how to read and read. Do you think about the children and whether they have freedom? "

"Hey, I've worked hard all these years, but it's not for your own good. Why don't you understand your parents? "Mother said sternly.

"Those who only know how to study hard are not willing to do so. They are forced by parents like you. Some high school students even fight for their parents and go to school. Things have gone the way they don't want to see. A way out.

This is nothing but you, adults, who forced me to be like this." I said loudly while sobbing... During the final verbal battle, my mother was so angry that she walked into her room. .

I myself was tired of the quarrel, so I ran to my room and started doing my homework, as if nothing had happened. On the surface, nothing happened to me, but in fact, I was very sad in my heart. : No matter how bad my mother is, I should not talk to my mother in such a tone. But their "paternalism" is intolerable.

Why do adults want to strangle our own ideals in the cradle? I really want to... Maybe my mother is right. It is because I am too nervous in my studies that I become like this. No matter what, I cannot treat my mother who has raised me for many years with this attitude. Why! You should still think about how to apologize to your mother! Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why can't I find the feeling of happiness, the rhythm of happiness, no freedom and no happiness? I'm really troubled... My troubles The sky outside the window is gloomy. Yes, it seems like it will start to rain soon. My mood at the moment is the same as the weather, hesitant and depressed.

I have to write a composition again. Looking at the title of the composition - "My Troubles", I have no inspiration at all. Worries, worries, for me, a student who just laughs and laughs all day long, has no worries about food and clothing, and is not forced by my parents to run around and go to tutoring classes, how can there be any worries? Ever since I was little, every time the teacher said I needed to write a composition, my heart would keep worrying: I have to write a composition again! Why do you always write essays? Didn’t you just write it? How can there be so much to write about? Sitting at the desk, I turned my pen mechanically, complained, and thought hard about what I wanted to write.

At this time, my mother came in, holding orange juice in her hand, tilting her head and looking at me: "Why, are you worried about your composition again? Drink some juice and see if you have any inspiration." That's right. , isn’t my trouble just that I can’t write essays? I finally know what to write, now let’s start writing.

But how to start? "My worries are like shells on the seashore..." No, I don't have that many worries. "There are a few clouds floating in the sky..." No, I'm not good at sensationalism.

Looking through the essay selection, I was even more impressed when I saw the beautiful writing style and affectionate sentences in the essay selection. What makes them so talented? Why can't I write such beautiful sentences? Holding my chin, the tip of the pen drew irregular lines on the manuscript paper. These must be my troubled thoughts. Forget it, plain and simple is true, I decided to take the plain route and start with a random beginning: "My trouble is that I don't want to and can't write an essay..." With the beginning, my article can be produced with difficulty.

Time is like running water. In the blink of an eye, two hours have flowed away from the tip of my pen. I really want to be able to let my literary thoughts flow and my words to flow like clouds and flowing water. However, I have tried my best and can only make it flow. My sentences come in fits and starts, and my writing barely manages to keep up with the word count. Night has fallen, and a little yellow halo of light highlights a quiet and peaceful night. The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the colorful clouds support the moon. In fact, there are beautiful scenes everywhere in life, and there will be articles when there are beautiful scenes.

Such as. 7. A 600-word composition "My Troubles"

As time goes by, we who have just entered adolescence have our own thoughts and opinions, but at the same time, we also have our own Troubles cast a gray shadow on our colorful dreams. Xiaohe Composition Network, you can also contribute. As I grow older and my self-esteem becomes stronger and stronger, I begin to feel sad and embarrassed by the "cynicism" of my classmates when I fail in the exam. I hope that I will always be outstanding in front of my classmates, but in the arena of school, I often end up failing when facing strong opponents from all directions. For this reason, I become more and more depressed. Xiaohe Composition Network What worries me even more is my mother. I feel like my mom doesn’t love me as much as she used to. In the past, every morning when I got up, my mother would help me pick up my clothes; when I got home in the evening, my mother would have prepared delicious meals waiting for me; at night, at a certain time, my mother would always remind me that it was time to go to bed.

But now, it’s completely different. My mother no longer picks up clothes for me in the morning, but lets me match them myself. Sometimes when I get home from school, my mother is nowhere to be seen, only the note on the table: Mom is out, and I only need to put it on the table for dinner. Heat it in the microwave and it's ready to eat. Sometimes, I pick up that familiar piece of paper again and look at the empty house, feeling really empty. At night, no matter what time I finish my homework, my mother will never remind me. Could it be that my mother really doesn’t love me anymore? Xiaohe Composition Network I was very confused, until one day, I suddenly became enlightened. I learned that strong self-esteem is a virtue and the driving force for a person's continuous upward development. Only people with self-respect can not be afraid of setbacks, raise the sail of life, work hard and strive for self-improvement. I should turn my self-esteem into motivation and study harder. Xiaohe Composition Network, you can also contribute. And it is unnecessary for me to worry that my mother does not love me anymore. "Pity the parents in the world." Which parent doesn't love their children? It's just that the way my mother loves has changed. My mother thinks that when I grow up, I no longer need to take care of me like a child. I should learn to take care of myself and know how to control myself. I should cultivate my ability to live independently so that I can adapt to society in the future... Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that my eyes were bright. I should quickly speed up the pace, follow the team of my classmates, and march towards my colorful dream! 8. A 600-word essay on my troubles

Everyone has their own troubles, the troubles of being fat, the troubles of being thin, the troubles of being tall, and the troubles of being short. And what is my trouble? It is lack of grades. Okay, no. Is it because my family background is not good? Then what is my trouble? Let me tell you, my trouble is "myopia"! This is also my mother’s trouble!

People say that people who wear glasses are bookish and are bookworms. God knows, before I went to elementary school, but when I was in kindergarten, my myopia was already 200 degrees. When the doctor said that I was myopic. , my mother was stunned on the spot, no way! My eyesight is not fully developed before the age of six, how could I become myopic?

Because my mother didn’t understand, she thought that myopia would not happen before the age of six, so she just let me be a TV kid. The result! I have joined the ranks of four-eyed frogs since I was a child, and now I am 40 to 500 degrees myopic. Wearing glasses is really troublesome. I have a bowl of hot red bean soup in winter and I want to take a bite. Who knows, it’s all smoke and mirrors. Don’t wear it when doing activities in physical education class! Can't see clearly, wear it! It’s really inconvenient. Also, I have to use mydriatic medication on my eyes every night to dilate my pupils due to paralysis. Poor me, I can’t open my eyes due to photophobia during the day, and I have blind eyes all the time. It’s really uncomfortable!

I now wear orthokeratology lenses. So, am I worry-free? No! Lenses must be worn before going to bed, and must be removed the next morning, and must be worn every day, otherwise myopia will return. Holidays are the most annoying, because lenses cannot be worn for too long, so I was picked up early in the morning to take off my lenses. It’s not over yet! Eyes wearing these lenses are prone to infection and inflammation, so you often go to the clinic to see a doctor! It’s really troublesome and annoying.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. I advise you to protect your eyes carefully | Keep a distance for safety. 9. My troubles essay 600 words

Me

The troubles are constantly being cut and the things are still messy. It is the sorrow of separation, and there is a different feeling in my heart. . , this poem appropriately expresses my mood. There is one thing that has always troubled me very much in my mind, and let me tell you now.

This morning, our teacher told us to look for information about the Silk Road after we went home. I thought: Alas! I have to look for information again. It’s so boring. We are always asked to check information all day long. As a result, the information is useless after a few days. But in order not to be scolded by the teacher, I have to listen to the teacher. . There was no computer in my remote home, so I had to go to the door of the computer room closest to the school. I wanted to go in and check the information I needed, so I touched my two pockets, alas! Why don't you have money? Where's the money I need to buy snacks? Maybe it was missing, so I wanted to go home and ask my father for money, but I didn't dare. I lingered at the door of the computer room for a long time, muttering to myself: I wanted to go in to look up information but had no money, and it was too far to go home. My home was two or three kilometers away from the school. I planned to give up and not check the information, but I was afraid that the teacher would blame me. What a dilemma. When I returned to the school gate, thinking of the teacher's reproachful eyes, I had no choice but to run home. Dad looked at me and said, "Why are you back?

"I said: "Yes. "Dad saw that I looked worried, so he said to me, "What's the matter with you? Do you want me to help you?" I said, "Dad, after you finish eating, can you take me to check some information?" Dad said, "Okay, but you have to wash the dishes today!" ”

It took me an hour to find a lot of information about the Silk Road from the Internet. I thought it would cost a lot of money to print it all out, so I printed out the main content. When I walked out of the computer room, I felt relieved because I completed the task assigned to me by the teacher.

Alas, I was so happy that I finally solved an easy thing, but at the same time, I started to feel worried again. I know when the teacher will ask us to check the information next time.

My troubles

The teacher asked me: "Why are I troubled?" "I said: "There are too many homeworks, I am upset, I am not doing well in exams..." The teacher asked: "What worries you the most? "I said: "Of course there is too much homework! "

Yes, in the minds of many students, the most annoying thing is too much homework! Looking at those heavy homeworks, many students fell into deep thought: "Why are there so many homeworks? "Yeah, why are there so many? This is all "thanks" to the teachers who want to seek personal gain from it. Whenever faced with an inspection by the Education Bureau, the teacher always says to the students seriously: "This is all for you. Good future! "Now that the teacher has said it to this point, who dares to disobey?

As a student, I also deeply understand the feeling of carrying that heavy burden of homework. Our elementary school I usually do my homework until eleven o'clock in the evening. If I have a lot of homework, I can even do it until twelve o'clock. I have to get up at six o'clock the next morning to go to school, and I don't even get eight hours of sleep. What's even more painful is the holiday. To put it more exaggeratedly, it's simply a hell on earth. I have to be busy taking care of the pile of homework all day long, and I seem to have forgotten the happy world and the happy world. Just like Green Leaf’s longing for its roots. In addition to doing homework, students will always ask each other when they meet: “Have you finished your homework? "How can we have free time to care about whether it is right or wrong? Is this kind of homework effective in helping us learn?

Of course, not all teachers are like this. Just take us For example, my Chinese teacher always advises us to use our free time to buy some better quality materials, and also recommends several books that can improve our composition skills, so that our Chinese skills can improve rapidly < /p>

Well, let’s just talk about this winter vacation. The teacher really valued us. There was almost a mountain of homework. Because I did my homework too late that night, I was so sleepy that I couldn’t keep my eyes open the next morning. Open. God really cares about me and knows that I don’t understand what “drowsy” means. Since that morning, I have completely understood the meaning of this word. It turns out that this word was born for me. . I don’t know why my dog ??and cat kept barking at me, and I thought they were seeing ghosts. Then I looked in the mirror, and it turned out that they thought I was a panda!

< p> Alas, how much sorrow can you have? It’s like a river of spring water flowing eastward! 10. Essay about my troubles

Everyone has their own troubles, some are family disharmony, some are myopia. My eyesight was not ideal, and my trouble was my unsighted eyes.

When I was in the third grade, I saw many people in school wearing glasses, some of which were white. , there are blue ones. There are also pink ones... I am very envious. I think wearing glasses is very knowledgeable and cool, and I want to wear them. But my parents don’t agree and say, "Wearing glasses will bring troubles to life." A lot of inconvenience. "And I didn't care at all. When I read, I would either lie down or lie on my stomach. In addition, I watched TV too close and played too much on the computer, and my eyes became blurry.

I remember one time , I went to my grandma’s house. I saw a person who looked like grandma from a distance, so I shouted: “Grandma! "But as soon as the words came out and others turned around, I regretted it. It turned out to be not my grandma. I was afraid of being scolded by others, so I had to run away quickly. Later, my mother took me to have my eyesight tested - more than 300 degrees, so I had to get a pair of Glasses. Although I have fulfilled my wish, there is still something missing in my heart.

Even though I have glasses, my life is still not as good as others. I have to wear glasses when I go to class and take them off when I exercise.

I remember last time, I went to take English lessons and forgot to wear my glasses. The teacher copied the words onto the blackboard and also noted the phonetic symbols. There was an "au" that I thought was an "a" no matter how I looked at it, so I copied it. Then, the teacher asked someone to read the word, and it was my turn. Naturally, I read it wrong. Don't criticize me. I regretted so much that I didn't take care of my eyes, but it was already too late.

People say: "The eyes are the windows to the soul." We must protect them and not let the "windows to the soul" dim. This will cause a lot of inconvenience to your life, just like me, don't let your eyes become your trouble.