I don t write anything, I don t write anything

I don't like essays:

Last year, I took on a 5th grade class. As usual, my first Chinese class with new classmates was chatting. What to talk about?

Of course, I talked about the experience of learning Chinese, especially learning composition. This time, the topic of our discussion is "Do you like essays?" Someone will say, isn't this nonsense?

Essay composition, the more you write, the more stunned you become. "Whoever says he likes to write should take a thermometer and check him to see if he has a high fever. Indeed, the students discussed a lot, and almost all of them expressed their fear and disgust for the essay.

There is a classmate named Liu Xiaoqiang, who gritted his teeth when talking about composition, and his fists were clenched so loudly that he couldn't wait to smash the "monster" of composition.

Students, why do some of you have a deep hatred for essays? I said sincerely, "The time in class is limited, and the teacher can't hear everyone's voices, can you write down what you want to say and let the teacher see it." Maybe everyone has a stomach full of bitterness and wants to pour out, so they agreed.

This is what Liu Xiaoqiang wrote-

Students, do you like composition? In my mind, composition is a burden. Whenever the teacher asked us to write an essay, I felt like a stone was pressing on me.

I remember one midterm exam, the essay was "My Family", and the above requirement was to write a place, such as a balcony, living room or something, I couldn't write it, so I wrote about my puppy. Later, when the teacher handed out the exam papers, I only got 5 points for my essay. The teacher asked me to write ten essays and asked me to call my parents.

When I got home, my mother asked me how many points I had scored and asked me to show her the exam paper, which I felt was too heavy to pick up. My mother walked up to me, picked up my exam paper, and saw that I only scored five points, so angry that she tore up my exam paper and scolded me. Anyway, I said to my mother

The teacher told you to come to her. "Mom didn't go.

Later, I took another unit exam, and the essay question was "My Chinese Teacher", and I didn't know how to write it. If the writing teacher is good, I don't know that she is good at all, every time I can't write a bad essay, the teacher will scold me and beat me. If you don't write about a teacher, isn't it impatient to live?

The next day, I didn't write that essay, and the teacher scolded me again, saying that I was a lazy worm, and I really didn't feel good about it.

Essays are as scary as demons, and how good it would be when not to write essays.

After reading Liu Xiaoqiang's words, I excitedly criticized it: "Good composition! Good composition! The content is vivid and sincere. It would be more complete if we added the title "I don't like essays". ”

Liu Xiaoqiang looked at the comments and didn't seem to believe his eyes: "Is this an essay, or is it a good essay?" ”

I nodded seriously: "Composition is to use the pen to speak, the ups and downs encountered in life and study, and any thoughts in my heart, can be used as an essay to express." ”

Liu Xiaoqiang thought about it and seemed to realize some truth. In the future, when writing essays, he will no longer face a blank sheet of paper and gnaw on the tip of the pen.

I don't want to grow up.

There is a popular song called "I Don't Want to Grow Up", which sings the hearts of many people: "I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to grow up, there will be no fairy tales in the world when I grow up; I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to grow up, I'd rather be stupid and stupid forever ......”

Everyone is the same, when they were young, they always wanted to grow up, but when they grew up, they found that there were a lot of troubles and helplessness. Therefore, there must be something that everyone "doesn't want to grow up", otherwise how can they miss those distant and simple and beautiful things?

Whenever I recall the events of my childhood, I inevitably have an indescribable feeling in my heart. Because childhood is carefree, when we are all naïve, stupid, and ......happyWhen you encounter something happy, you can laugh as if no one else is around; When you encounter something sad, you will let go of your voice and cry loudly. Cry when you want, laugh when you want, and do whatever you want.

No need to pretend to smile; Don't hide yourself too much; You don't have to do what you don't like to do; Don't care about other people's eyes, I'm a child, who am I afraid of! Even if they do bad things, others will only say, "The child is still young......"Nobody cares about you.

My childhood left me with fond memories, so I often thought that it would be great if I could never grow up for the rest of my life!

I'm afraid that one day I'll grow up and have the face of an adult. Wearing strange high heels, she makes a crisp sound on the floor, attracting everyone's attention. You can no longer sleep with a doll, you can no longer hold a rock sugar gourd, you can no longer walk and eat on the bustling street, and you can no longer yell and ...... on the street

I miss the days before I was thirteen. In those days, I had a lot of good classmates and friends, and I knew that these innocent and beautiful friendships would not last long, and one day they would be separated. So now I'm trying to stealth and go online, I'm trying to separate from them.

But in the end, I couldn't help it, I was afraid of being cut off from them. However, if the friendship is not ended for a short time, the longer time will be more painful. Wouldn't that be too cruel?

No, it won't. They won't be like me not showing up, they're going to be fine without a friend, they're still going to be fine. I really don't want to grow up, and when I grow up, I will be separated from my friends.

Sometimes I'd rather nothing happen and not meet my friends. With a beginning there must be an end, and the end is inevitably painful.

I want to stay in my childhood, because there are so many good memories and so many things to be nostalgic about. In the future, you will experience many joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. But growing up is inevitable, I grow up slowly, my childhood is gone, and all I leave behind is a good memory.

Childhood, why are you so beautiful? What is your charm that makes me want to stay in childhood forever? What is your charm that makes me not want to grow up?

I don't want short hair.

Everyone has things they don't want to do, or things they don't want, and I don't want short hair.

Although some students told me that short hair has good eyesight; Dad told me that it's easy to take a shower with short hair; My mom told me that short hair looked fresh ......However, whenever I see those girls with long hair, tying their hair in all kinds of fancy styles, I have a feeling of envy and jealousy.

Once, I had just finished cutting my hair and came to class. When my classmates saw my hairstyle, some were dumbfounded; Some sent out "Huh? The screams; Some blinked, looked at me with wide eyes, and said:

I read that right! ”；Some girls covered their mouths and laughed quietly; Some of the boys laughed; Others even said, "I think you'd better shave your head!"

I kept my head down, bit my lip, conscious not to let myself cry, conscious not to let myself get angry and angry.

Another time, also just after cutting my hair, I was studying in Zhoujiadu. At the end of class, the math teacher came, and when he saw me with his back to him, he said, "There's another boy in the class!" Laughter rang out in the class. When I turned my head, the teacher realized that it was me.

My friend's parents have also suggested to my dad many times to have long hair, but my dad still says, "Short hair is not a problem" and so on. But I wanted to say out loud to my dad, "I don't want short hair!!

As a child, I was timid. And I don't dare to tell the teacher anything, some classmates bully me, I don't dare to tell the teacher, just pretend that you are like this, I will sue the teacher, although I say so, but if I am asked to sue, I really don't dare. But now, I'm no longer timid.

I really have to thank my former homeroom teacher, Mr. Hu!

I remember one time, Mr. Hu came up with a question, I would, but I didn't know if it was right or not. He gently raised his hand a little and retracted it again. Teacher Hu seemed to see my thoughts, and looked at me with gentle and kind eyes, as if to raise your hand again, it's okay to say wrong, the teacher won't blame you.

I raised my hand, and because it was my first time, Mr. Hu called me up. I stood up awkwardly and gave the answer, which was so soft that I couldn't seem to hear it myself. I think:

This time it's miserable, the teacher is definitely going to scold me. But Mr. Hu didn't criticize me, but repeated my answer loudly, and said, "Shan Mengqi is very good, we applaud and encourage."

I never expected that Mr. Hu not only did not criticize me, but praised me. Because of that, I feel like it's okay to raise my hand, and it lets me know how well I'm learning.

Another time, the math teacher asked us to understand the equations and asked us to do a few exercises, and I was ready to do it in a few moments, and I raised my hand. The math teacher was surprised because I never raised my hand. After a while, the other students also did a good job and raised their hands one after another and said:

I got it! I got it! But the math teacher said

Shan Mengqi will do it first, and we will ask her to report the answer. I stood up and gave the answer. The teacher said:

Well, not bad. Shan Mengqi not only did it quickly, but also did it well, but he still had to think about it. I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and the whole class applauded.

I smiled happily.

It was my former homeroom teacher, Mr. Hu, who changed me and made me no longer timid.

For example, what is the cause of things like "I don't want to skate". What is the center. What is the result. Today, my dad took me to ice skating, not to mention how happy I was, along the way the flowers nodded to me, and the grass beckoned to me, as if wishing me a good ride.

I'm not going to be a coward, I'm going to write one thing specifically, and say how cowardly you are.

I'm sorry, I'm also looking for this kind of composition, and I'm in a hurry. I hope you can understand. ~~

A good essay must be topped.

I don't want you to know that you have achieved good grades, and you can write that you don't want others to know how much hard work you have put in to go down.

When you lose a friend, you can write that you don't want others to know how much you regret it.

If you fail, you don't want others to know how much you care about success, how sad you are about the current results, etc.

I'm not vulnerable, I'm not discouraged.

Write about some of my own experiences of encountering setbacks, being despised and ridiculed by others, and naturally having contradictions in my heart, and finally overcoming myself after the ideological struggle, and wanting others to prove my strength. For myself, this is a great compliment and encouragement.

Do you write it to you with me? Say what you need.