As long as you don t refuse the essay 600, please take the topic of I don t refuse, no less than 600

Maybe it's because I'm too weak, or maybe it's because I care too much about other people's feelings, so I can't bear to say "no" when faced with other people's requests. Even if it is an unreasonable request, I will always say yes, and I often regret it afterwards, and I am full of contradictions about this. More than once I made a determination to learn to say no to others, but every time I was confronted with those begging eyes, I flinched.

Finally one day, I did, and I refused an unreasonable request. Although it caused me trouble for the time being, I believe I did the right thing. After more than half an hour of hard work, I finally completed the test paper.

Just breathed a sigh of relief! Here's the trouble. "Can you lend us your papers?"

The back table asked me softly. I clearly knew the purpose of her borrowing the papers, and I also knew that I had become their dependence and could not escape. I sighed helplessly, I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't say it, so I reluctantly handed her the test paper.

The back suddenly became lively, right, right, changed, copied. Listening to their voices made me feel very uncomfortable, and I knew that I was helping them make mistakes and help them avoid learning. But I was weak and didn't even have the courage to refuse.

Do I know it's wrong? But if you don't......Alas! Let her go!

I lowered my head and did my homework, but the voices behind me grew louder and louder, and from time to time there were always smiling faces in front of me now and crying faces in frustration in the future. I can't stay out of it anymore, I can't pretend nothing happened, it's all my fault. Suddenly, an inexplicable urge drove me to turn around and quickly pull out of those hands...

Let me start with two words. Are you a student? Is this an assignment from the teacher?

Each of us has our own mind, think with our own mind, write our own thoughts with our own hands, isn't it?

I am a Chinese teacher. There's no problem writing a sample essay, but I want to prompt you, and then do you write it yourself?

I don't refuse", and on the face of it, it should be to write something good, right? But once the topic is like this, if we write it from the front, the effect will not be good. For example, we can not reject "greed": "I do not reject the greed of knowledge; Greed for faith, I don't refuse ......"You can write.

Another example: I don't refuse cowardice. In the face of criticism or misunderstanding from friends, I will not make a big move; In the face of the slander of the villain, I will not add punches and kicks to ......Wait.

It is also possible to write that I do not refuse friendship, help, etc.

Write it yourself, we won't be worse than others. For what we can, someone helps, and we should say no.

Don't reject anything, accept what you want, and it will follow.

Grow up, everybody has to grow up, experience and grow. Growing up may be a wonderful thing, to be able to live independently on your own, away from the nagging of your parents; You can have your own wealth and no longer be bound by your teacher. But I refuse to grow up, why?

That's because one night, it was raining rain, lightning and thunder. The lightning scared the hell out of me, and I wanted to sleep with my mom. When I walked to my mother's bed, my mother said:

How old are they? I also slept with my parents. Then he prevaricated me and drove me back to my room.

I ran back to the room, and the quilt quickly warmed my cold body, but it couldn't warm my cold heart, and tears wet the quilt. I thought, "Can't you be with your parents when you grow up?"

Do you have to distance yourself from your parents when you grow up? If that's the case, I refuse to grow up!

Memories from my childhood flashed through my mind like a movie, and I fell into the ...... of memories

I remember when I was a child, I had a habit of holding my mother's hand and pestering her to listen to me tell me some small stories that I made up whenever I went out to play. In retrospect, the story I made up was so boring! It's so whimsical!

It's so weird! But my mother listened carefully every time, and when I made a mistake in my words or broken sentences, she always carefully helped me correct them; When I talked about the "wonderful", my mother would give me a round of applause and encouragement. It was also the time of storytelling that laid the foundation for my current writing and made me unforgettable.

But now, we rarely go out together, and my mother doesn't listen to my stories anymore, always saying, "What story?" Keep an eye on the car!

Even if you listen to it, you are absent-minded. How much I miss my old "story" mother!

I still remember when I was five or six years old, I didn't sign up for any English extracurricular classes like other children, so I couldn't keep up with my English. My dad was proficient in English, so the responsibility of tutoring me in English fell on his shoulders. Dad taught me a lot of fun, when he taught me to memorize words, he didn't forget to do the movements, sometimes he did it very funny, which caused me to laugh out loud. It was again that he couldn't stand on his feet, and he fell to the ground in one fell swoop, and I laughed.

Under his guidance, my English has steadily improved. But now, he never taught me like that anymore, only made me memorize English books, which made me miss my old "English class"!

Now that I'm older, my parents are older, distant, and blurry. How I miss my parents! I long to be with you. If growing up will make us farther and farther apart, and become an obstacle between us, I refuse to grow up.