If I compare my life to the universe and my heart to the Milky Way, then my heart is in the deepest part of the Milky Way.
As the saying goes: "People are not born knowing, how can they not be confused?" Everyone makes mistakes, not to mention me. That's a secret about books.
On Wednesday afternoon, Xiao C lent me a book called Detective Conan. I like Conan very much, just one word, one word, and I read it with relish. As soon as I saw the scene where the murderer killed two people, my good friend Z ran to hug me. I just wanted to turn the page, but I didn't want to be "helped" by the impact of Xiao Z. I just heard a bang and the book was broken! The pages are wobbly, like a leaf, floating down from the "tree"
Alas, it's all my fault! People read carefully, and I ... Little C cried with a wow when he heard the news. At this time, the book has been lent to Xiao C, and Xiao C is crying very sadly. The insider said to Xiao C, "Xiao, Xiao B, Xiao D and Xiao E have all seen the famous detective Conan, and now Xiao Q is watching it."
Little B is a boy and the others are girls, so little C said, "It must be little B! He must have broken my book! " "Yes!" "Yes!" Everyone agrees, and I agree. Little B said gloomily, "I didn't break it ... I didn't break it ..." I didn't want to break my friendship with little C, so I said, "When I read it, the book was already broken." I read Xiao A and Xiao B in front of me, and we were all watching when Xiao A was reading! So, it must be little B! "Everyone nodded, and little C believed me.
That day, my heart was full of joy. But at night, I tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep, thinking, what should Xiao C do if she knows I broke her book? What if Xiao C just ignores me? A thousand ... That night, I couldn't sleep.
I'm leaving my alma mater. I don't know whether I should tell the secret. What will happen if I do?
I am a sixth-grade student now, and there are always some things in my life that make me feel lonely, lost and confused, alas! Let me say them.
I don't know how many lonely nights I spent. I have been timid since I was a child, but in order to let my parents worry less, I have always been strong at home alone in the past five years. Today, I am at home alone again. I sat alone on the windowsill and looked at the night sky. The night sky is so quiet, there are no stars and no moon. I looked at the family across the street. The lights are bright. From a distance, they talked and laughed and had dinner together. How enviable! Think about yourself, tears can't help falling, because our family hasn't sat together for a long time. Either mom works overtime every day or dad works overtime tomorrow, even on my fourteenth birthday. I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be a family. I don't blame them. I just hope they are not too tired and take care of themselves.
On the fourth day of lunar new year's eve, my second mother picked us up for dinner, and we went happily with gifts. When we arrived at the second mother's house, we talked and laughed. It was a very happy thing, but I don't know what happened later. My father and mother suddenly quarreled, and the more they quarreled, the worse they became. I was so scared that tears blurred my eyes, and I was even more ashamed to face so many relatives. I wonder what they think. I hope they can live in harmony, be happy every day and stop quarreling.
Dear mom and dad, you have worked hard for my life and study, and my daughter will always be grateful to you, but I hope you can give me more spiritual care and let me have a warm sky.
The desks in the classroom are always moping recently. Why? It turns out that students always scribble on the table, making the clean surface of the table messy. For this matter, the tables have complained countless times in the dead of night! No, it's starting again tonight. ...
The Xiao Qiang table in the first row spoke first: "Alas, my little master is always forgetful!" " Today, he forgot to bring his draft book. In math class, the teacher asked everyone to do math problems. Xiao Qiang has no draft paper, so he can't do it. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and even took a pen and made a draft on my face. Oh, I'm so sad! "
"Isn't it?" Another table replied: "Since Mr. Lu Xun carved the word' jujube' on his desk when he was a child, the children imitated his appearance, carved a word on the desk and drew some pictures! Make our faces look bad. My little master sometimes even takes it out on me! When she is angry, she will stab the pen tip into my face, and I will be riddled with holes. That kind of pain is indescribable ... "At some point, he burst into tears.
One of the people at the table looked at the podium and said enviously, "Look at the podium, how neat its face is!" " Before class, the teacher always wipes it with a rag, and then gently blows the chalk dust falling on it after class. How lucky the podium is! Why can't we get such good treatment? "
"Yes and yes! I hope I can become a platform! You don't know, my little master always crams textbooks into my stomach at random, and pencil scraps, draft paper and chewing gum are piled up inside, turning my stomach into a garbage dump. It's really hard! " "Yes, students don't care about us at all!" One by one, the desks told their sufferings, and for a time, the whole classroom was flooded with sighs and curses from the desks.
Students, did you hear that? When will the table not be sad?
I have many happy things, such as skipping rope, playing badminton and roller skating. But what impressed me most was the time when I learned to ride a bike.
I remember that time I went to the square with some classmates to compete for cycling. It's a sunny day, the breeze is blowing gently in my face, and birds are chirping on the branches. The sky is so blue. My mood is also happy.
When we arrive at the square, we will announce the rules first. The rule of cycling is to ride five times around the square within the specified time. If it exceeds the specified time, it will be eliminated. Don't cut corners, you must ride five times around the whole square. The first two students arrived first and won. The two students who arrived at the center of the square first won.
"Ready, let's go." I immediately stepped on the gas and started to rush forward. I sped up and flew past like the wind. At this time, a classmate riding a blue bike chased after him, and the last two students followed. They followed the pedal closely, and I quickly accelerated the pedal. As time went by, I was sweating profusely and thought, "They should be in the back. Let me sit down and have a rest." Who knows that as soon as I got off the bike, my classmates riding blue bikes came after me. So I jumped down without saying anything, twisted my body while stepping on the pedal, and rode forward at once. By the fifth lap of the race, I had passed the classmate riding the blue bike, and I was particularly excited at this time. I thought: it's almost over, I have to work hard.
Finally, my classmate riding a blue bike and I won, although the other two students lost. But we told them that as long as they persist and persevere, they will succeed in whatever they do.
This is my pleasure, which not only teaches me to work hard and persist, but also makes me feel the joy of riding a bike.
I have had a lot of troubles since I was a child, but what bothers me most is the fear of dogs.
Once, when I was playing in the community, a rhubarb dog came to me. I was stunned at first, and then I became uneasy: "Will this dog bite me?" Thinking of this, I started running, which can be called the 50-meter sprint champion of the school! In this way, I ran and ran, and there was another dog barking behind me. Looking back, my god, another puppy followed me. Nervousness, fear and panic flooded into my mind. "What should I do? What should I do? " Time seems to stand still, only I am running, running. "Knock, knock!" Is this the knock on the door of the big clock? No, this is my heartbeat that is about to jump out of my throat. "God, I can't run fast, it's over!" I started shaking all over and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly, an aunt said in my ear, "Don't be afraid, this dog is very docile!" " "Although my aunt thinks the dog is very good, I think it is simply a monster." I have to get out of here! "My throat is dry, struggling to swallow. But when I got into the elevator, the puppy walked around my feet. My hand clung to the wall and curled up in a small corner, staring at it for fear that it would pounce at any time. Finally on the fourth floor, I rushed into the house like a rocket, and then I recovered.
There are so many dogs in the community! When I was playing football in Little Square, a big black dog ran out and scared me to death. When I was walking in the yard, a poodle ran out and I ran away. When I was jogging on the hiking trail, a little white dog appeared out of nowhere. I was in a cold sweat, so I ran.
Mom said that dogs are actually cute, and my worry is unnecessary. But I think dogs are not very docile and lovely, but extremely huge and terrible.
Excellent composition on the mind 6 excellent composition on the mind of girls in grade three
If the flowers bloom all summer, I haven't found happiness in my heart. Will I shine like the stars in the sky?
Look at the smiling face of Xia Hua. Who is your most unforgettable person when you dream back at midnight? Did anyone hug you and say, don't be afraid, I'm here. I think that person must be your closest relative. In your sad eyes, there is a drop of crystal tears, which exudes dim brilliance. But who does it reflect?
Have you ever woken up and wondered what it was like today? I fantasize about wearing jade clothes, standing on the top of the mountain and enjoying the world. But I don't know what you are. Then, in the black whirlpool, a little sadness was revealed. Back to reality, the loss in your heart, who can see the loss in your eyes, hold you and say, don't be afraid, there is me. I think that was your happiest moment. Even if time blows away many stories, you won't be old at that moment.
If the sky is sentimental, it will grow old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes. I don't know who I know very well, but sometimes I don't know why. Over time, it changed slowly. Some people call it growing up. So, I saw a strange feeling in their eyes. I don't know what to call them, but they also make you want to hug them and say, don't be afraid, I'm here. So even if I look at the short days, I won't forget your lovesickness in the vicissitudes of life.
There is a red bean that may be buried in your palm forever. Even if the sweat in my hand moistens it in my heart, I dare not show it to the world aboveboard. You are always so timid that you don't know how to vent your feelings and tell others until others walk away from you and disappear from there. You will cry bitterly and bite your lips and regret it.
Some people, some things, you know. But at the moment when she broke up with you, you found that the old feelings had already disappeared. Some feelings, some hate, disappeared as early as in the plum rain, and there was breeding, that is friendship. You are always at your fingertips, but you dare not take a step forward.
I believe that everyone has a skeleton in his closet, and I am no exception. Over time, it became my heart. With this opportunity to write a composition, I'd better get my mind off my chest. When we were in Grade One and Grade Two, the students were United and friendly, caring and friendly like brothers and sisters. Now, we are all grown up and sensible. Since entering the third year of senior high school, the friendship between classmates is no longer as close as before, but alienated.
Now this society is a competitive society. Not only the competition between teachers, but also the competition between our motherland will be very strong in the future. Everyone wants to be better than others, so the class lacks the spirit of unity and mutual assistance. When I surpassed them in study, they stared at me with a pair of hateful eyes, which aroused my strong dissatisfaction, and sometimes they spoke ill of me behind my back, making me uncomfortable all over. Naturally, there are obviously fewer friends who get along with me day and night, and I feel very lonely. Sometimes I often sit alone in my seat and think quietly: Is this still a good friend? When my academic performance was better than theirs, they ignored me. If everyone is equal, there will be no competition in the world. How good would that be? Maybe you will say, "Only competition can make progress!" "
However, what I want to say is: "competition will weaken the friendship between classmates, so will our childhood be beautiful?" I have been a class representative in my class for many years. Originally, I reported to the teacher which students didn't bring their homework. Those classmates didn't hate me either, and they soon made up with me. Now some students say that I love to snitch, and I am very sad. At night, I lay in bed looking at the bright moon and couldn't help crying. "Competition", I hate this term. I hope it leaves our class. I hope the friendship between classmates will remain the same as before. How nice it would be!
On this day, I climbed the nameless mountain in my hometown with my parents, sisters and brothers. My sister YY and I climbed up first. We saw the grass in bloom on Cui Hua Mountain. I thought to myself: if only there were ice, then I could play with my sister! Just when I was thinking, my sister YY and I found something white in the grass, thinking that someone else had spilled milk. When we approached the Ji and the Tower at the top of the mountain, we found that the ground was covered with ice. How beautiful! Look, the tree is full of small ice. My sister and I started using ice to stop the sweat on our faces. That's cool! I'm glad I saw real ice!
When I got to Jihe Tower, I got on the platform. Wow! The platform is covered with ice. YY and I started skating together. Have fun! On the Ji He Tower, wow! The wall is covered with ice and the ground is covered with ice. How spectacular! When I went up to the fifth floor of the tower, I was very happy to find snow on the ground!
We went down to Jihelou and came to the grass behind Jihelou. The ice on the grass is like a flower, a shell and a small tree. This ice is strange and beautiful! I love this place, this place brings us happiness!
Uncle's happy thing.
The next day, my parents and grandma and I went to my uncle's house. I didn't want to go, but my mother said there were chickens there, so I went. When I arrived at my uncle's house, I saw many chickens walking on the road and a hen carrying them.
When I got to my uncle's house, my aunt gave us a bowl of eggs to eat. I'm so full. To my delight, my second aunt said that the eggs can hatch! I bought a small incubator at home. I tried it in Guangzhou, but some eggs can't hatch. It's great that my second aunt can hatch eggs here. I can take some back to Guangzhou to hatch eggs. I'm so happy!
An uncle said that his family grows mushrooms, so my mother and I went to see them together. These mushrooms are really cute. I heard they are called Pleurotus ostreatus. I found that all those mushrooms grow on some rotten wood, large and small, all kinds, and some grow on that desert island like a small tree, waving to you; Some are like a clump of grass, growing on a desert island, waiting for your arrival; There are also small umbrellas covering this vast desert island. It's so beautiful, so cute, tender and white.
I've had enough! I've had enough! What should I do? Who will help me? Who will show me the way?
That day, my good friend Ren Jialin and I went to the toilet. He suddenly said to me, "If you play with me, you will break up with Dong Shutong;" Otherwise, I'll break up with you. Pick one! "I was at a loss. I have a good relationship with Ren Jialin, but Dong Shutong is also my good friend. Now, you suddenly throw me such a difficult problem, how should I choose?
Actually, I know they are not very close. But even so, there is no conflict between them. I don't know if Ren Jialin took the wrong medicine to say such a thing. I am in a dilemma and don't know what to do. Fortunately, Ren Jialin gave me time to think about it, otherwise I really had no choice!
I calm down and think about what to do, but I can't bear to part with them! By the way, I'd better talk to Dong Shutong and see what he thinks! However, Dong Shutong said: "If you choose me, I will be very happy;" If you choose him, let me cherish this friendship between you and me in my heart! "
Alas! Although Dong Shutong is not angry, I know how sad he will be when he hears my words! After all, we are good friends, but Ren Jialin is also very kind to me. Ren Jialin said that Dong Shutong was a little annoying. I don't know why he said that, because I don't feel this way! Dong Shutong didn't complain about Ren Jialin, which made me feel that Dong Shutong was a good friend worthy of communication.
I remember Ren Jialin once said, "We are all classmates. Why should we choose who to play with? " If you say so, why did you do that? Does it embarrass me?
I'm bored! I'm bored! What should I do? Somebody take me to the maze!
One sunny morning, Gao Yunpeng came to school early, because the test paper was to be handed out today.
When he heard that he was the first, he jumped up with excitement and his eyes narrowed with joy. He proudly took the test paper and swaggered back to his seat. He never felt that he was so conspicuous when he walked on this road. Gao Yunpeng really wants to go home and show this test paper to his grandmother at once, to see her face when she sees this test paper, and to see how she taught Ying Long a lesson. Unexpectedly, I had a beautiful dream unconsciously.
Then, Gao Yunpeng began to carefully check the examination paper. He subtracts, adds, adds and counts. Suddenly, he froze, and the smile on his face suddenly solidified and instantly turned into sadness. He couldn't believe it was true. He rubbed his eyes and pinched his face, but it was true. His heart was deeply hurt by this big red fork, and he fell into complete despair-the teacher accidentally gave him 20 points more!
Gao Qupeng thought, "What should I do? What should I do? If I tell the teacher, I will be scolded by my grandmother for my poor exam results. If I don't tell the teacher, I will have a bad conscience. " As Gao Yunpeng thought, he looked left and right from time to time. At this moment, a classmate came over and asked Gao Yunpeng some questions. Gao Yunpeng stammered in a low voice: "You, you, you go find someone else, I, I, I have work!" The classmate pursed his lips and said contemptuously, "Well, what's the big deal?"? Just the first place. What are you dragging? Hey! " At this moment, Gao Yunpeng thought, "It's over, it's over, what attitude? If I tell the truth, they will look down on me even more. "
In this way, Gao Yunpeng fell in love at first sight and spent a break and a class. During the second break, Gao Yunpeng couldn't hold it any longer. He found the teacher and explained the situation to him. Although Gao Yunpeng got 20 points from his test paper, he got more than 20 points on the honesty test paper.
Excellent composition with worries 1 1 I never tell others what's on my mind. Maybe it's a good reservation!
Like some parents, my father likes smoking. When he is in trouble, he changes to another one. It seems that trouble and cigarettes burn at the same time and he will be happy.
When I was a child, when my father came home from work, the first thing he did was tell a story to put me to sleep. Therefore, I can always smell a pungent smell of smoke in my sleep.
When I was older, my father resigned and opened a small factory at home. In business, you always have to socialize.
Every day when he comes home, his face is always red; The smell of alcohol and smoke makes me dizzy. But he never forgets to hug me, and I usually stay away from his movements. After that, he will rinse his mouth in the toilet, wash his hands and hug me. But there is always a pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol in my sleep.
So I left a note in my diary: "I hate the smell of my father."
I am in junior high school, and hugging is no longer the communication language between father and son, but he never forgets to smile at me.
It is my birthday again. That day, my father canceled the social intercourse and bought me a cake specially. I was happy all night, but I always felt something was missing.
I said, "Dad, let's hug!" "Dad pursed his lips:" No, my smell will make you uncomfortable! ""I said, "Nothing."
Dad opened his arms, I noticed his hand, and the years left an indelible mark on his hand mercilessly. I threw myself into his arms, and the pungent smell no longer existed. But to my surprise, standing in front of me is a crying father.
I wrote another note in my diary: "The smell of father is the happiest smell!" " "
My father's love for me is like a flowing sea; And my love for him is like a noisy stream.
I only say what I think in my diary, which is a good memory.
There's always something that's been holding my heart recently.
Our big plane tree will be cut down to make room for a big house.
I am very unhappy. I remember when I was a child, everyone sang and danced around the buttonwood tree. In spring, we play hide-and-seek under the buttonwood; In summer, everyone chats under the buttonwood tree; In autumn, the golden leaves of buttonwood can always be cut into various shapes by us, including golden butterflies and golden sun ... When it snows in winter, people pile snowmen next to buttonwood and let them accompany them.
I don't know for a few years, my big brothers and sisters in the neighborhood are unhappy every day and don't come to visit me anymore. There is a layer of dark circles around your eyes, and you walk slowly, as if this schoolbag is as heavy as 1000 yuan.
Isn't that what it is now? After school at four o'clock every day, I have to do homework and test papers at nine o'clock every day, and I have to play the piano every day, facing my mother's nagging.
The buttonwood tree has become deserted, and there is no laughter and laughter, and there are no more scenes of children playing under the buttonwood tree.
The day before yesterday, Sister MengMeng came to me and said, "Look at that tree again!" I nodded silently.
Coming under the buttonwood, the buttonwood is really weak now. Although it has a thick trunk, it has no original laughter. The wind rustled the leaves, like crying silently, dry and rough leaves, cracked soil, like a dying old man.
I closed my eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a group of children chasing and playing under the buttonwood tree.
Yesterday, this buttonwood tree was cut down by a group of workers. Looking at them, I remembered my previous happiness, and tears suddenly blurred my eyes.
The buttonwood is gone, and so is my childhood. ...
Excellent composition 13 Grandma loves me the most since childhood. Whenever I want something, she will buy it for me. Never beat and scold me, and always taught me the truth of being a man, which benefited me a lot. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, it is my happiest thing, but once it became an exception.
I remember it was a summer vacation, and my parents took me to my grandmother's house. I accidentally saw a beautifully packaged box on grandma's bedside table, which contained a shiny crystal ball that read "Our friendship will never part". Out of curiosity, I took the ball out of the box and put it in my hand to watch it carefully. However, the ball accidentally slipped and fell on the granite ground and broke.
Hearing the noise, my father asked me, "Niu Niu, what can I do for you?" I panicked. Somehow, I naturally said, "Dad, it's nothing." Dad didn't care too much and continued to watch TV in the living room.
In a panic, I don't know what to do. In order not to be found, I quickly took a broom and secretly swept the debris on the floor. Then, I called my parents and took me home quickly, in case grandma found out.
After returning home, I can't be calm for a long time. I have been blaming myself, thinking that I broke grandma's things and ran away secretly. I hit my left hand hard twice. Who made it want to see it so much?
The more I think about it, the more wrong it is. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I don't know where I got the courage to admit my mistake to my mother. My mother was angry and criticized me. Then I called my grandmother and asked me to admit my mistake to her. Grandma didn't blame me, but praised me for my courage to admit my mistake.
From grandma's words, I learned that the crystal ball was given by a good friend of grandma's, and there were many happy memories of grandma. Alas, although grandma didn't blame me, I still feel guilty and sad.
The little crystal ball carries grandma's happy memories, and I accidentally broke it, which has become a "sad thing" that I will never forget in my heart.
Excellent composition 14 "Tick-tock, tick-tock ……" The small alarm clock in front of the bed walked unhurriedly. I tossed and turned in bed for a long time, but I still couldn't sleep.
"How to do, I go or not? I will miss the morning reading if I go, but I will feel embarrassed if I don't go, but I am so tired! If you don't go ... "I'm lying in bed, and I don't know if I want to do morning exercises.
Next semester of grade five
"Tian and Lin Zi, you will inform those students who participated in the morning exercise later and start training next week." At the same time, the track team teacher stopped us. 1 of "Ah", Lin Zi and I looked at each other painfully, and then we have been discussing whether to go during the big recess this week. In fact, we girls don't really want to go, just don't think it's good! As a result, Linzi and I didn't go the first week, and another classmate sent us a message on Friday asking us to go next week. I also discussed it with my mother, but the answer was "whatever, think for yourself". Finally, we were afraid of the teacher's criticism, so we gave up our real ideas and joined the track and field team.
Sixth grade last semester
The track and field team will start training tomorrow! As soon as the news came, Linzi and I were as miserable as the fifth grade next semester, and I didn't know what to do. Finally, because the teacher said that he would take part in the competition soon and only had a few weeks, he went to the training again. I don't know why, my mother suddenly paid attention to this matter. She told me earnestly, "son, this is the sixth grade." Now is the critical period of junior high school, and 20 minutes of morning reading time is very important. Don't go to the morning exercise next week. " After listening to my mother's words, I have an answer in my heart. I haven't been to the track team since. I did morning reading seriously, and my grades actually rose a few points!
Perhaps this is what the ancient teacher said: every gift given by God was secretly marked with a good price! So I'm not addicted to falling asleep anymore ...
The excellent composition 15 mentioned "the troubles of young people", and I think there is a sentence-"I am worried about adding new words"-which is the most appropriate. A word "strong" tells all the worries that teenagers have to say.
Everyone has experienced or is experiencing their own adolescence. Perhaps everyone can understand that teenagers don't really want to pretend to be mature, but they just habitually bring themselves into an imaginary sadness.
Xi Murong-a woman who has never walked out of this imaginary adolescent sadness all her life. "Love/originally had no name/was its name until we met." A happily married woman wrote such a sweet and sad sentence. She plunged herself into an imaginary sadness and looked back on her happiness. "How did you meet me/at my most beautiful moment/for this/I prayed for 500 years in front of the Buddha." At this time, even the sweet waiting was stained with a layer of gold-plated sunset yellow by her imaginary sadness.
Haizi-a poet who died for the sadness imagined by this teenager. "I'm going to erase all the misfortunes/I'm going to paint all the windows on the earth/get all the eyes used to darkness/get used to light." A teenager shrouded in this imaginary sadness wrote a sacred place that does not exist in his heart. He brought himself into imaginary sadness and looked back at the broken and desolate world in front of him. "Night gave me black eyes/but I used them to look for light." Finally, his drawing paper was torn off and flew in the air like a butterfly, representing his search for that colorful dream. At this time, even the beautiful hope was stained with a layer of silver ash by the sadness of this imaginary teenager in the cold moonlight.
This imaginary teenager is sad, let Sanmao cry in the arms of the south of the Yangtze River, let Haizi run to the hot sun in imagination, let Michelle, the wind breaker, deliver her soul to Satan in green absinthe, and let the teenagers stand on the shelf and say "sadness for new words"!
This imaginary teenager's sorrow, this sad teenager's hypothesis, is unclear and inexhaustible.
This beautiful, imaginary teenager's trouble is a poem, a painting, a song and a dance, which makes him unruly in his eyes and clear in his heart.