Essay Title Matters of the Heart is about 600 words, and the first grade of junior high school lev

I don't know when I have had something on my mind, a thin notepad has a small lock, I am more cautious in speaking and doing things, less innocent and impulsive in the past, and I have learned how to be careful when getting along with others.

I don't know if the older people get, the more pressure they have to bear, and they can't do things as simply and smoothly as they did when they were young.

As we get older, we don't indulge in the games of yesteryear. When I was young, I was no stranger to us. The hook of the hand, a hundred years will not change, and it has long become a joke for us, and now we never dare to give people any promises, and everything in the past has long become history.

In a sudden retrospect, I realized that all this had long since left you.

Yesterday I had an awkward fall with Yue because of a trivial matter, and I still kept a "distance" from Yue today, I know that if I fell out with Yue, it would not be possible to fall out like a child, this morning, and I can still go hand in hand in the afternoon to play together. As we grow older, we are no longer naïve and naïve, but gradually mature and grow. Self-esteem is also growing.

Sometimes if you do something wrong, no matter whose fault it is, you will not easily apologize to anyone. If you fall out, it will be difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other, and after a long time, there will be an extra layer of separation. "Time can dilute everything?

But can you dilute the conflict between me and Yue?

After saying goodbye to Ming with tears today, Ming stepped on the train to the north, and since then he has been separated by a world, the so-called "it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet" is vividly reflected in this farewell only on the occasion, it is precisely because of the pain of parting that we cherish the reunion we have now.

Growing up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, no one will stay for too long for an unnecessary station, it is precisely because of the pursuit, our best friends in the past are now separated, the good may be better in the future, and the bad may be like strangers in the future.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of first place in the class, and his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity was "an instant hit", but the city "bravely won" the "champion throne" of the penultimate place in the class. As a result, the city was demented in the class for a few days.

Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, joys and sorrows and separations. In the years that have passed in a hurry, we have gained and lost too much, and every smile of victory, every cry of grievance, has made us understand a lot. In the days with friends, we learn to be patient, when we are sad and cry, we learn to get up, and after the results, we learn to be humble.

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is a story written with smiles, tears, successes, and failures as the score.

I have a lot on my mind, but the one that worries me the most is studying. Whenever I take an exam, it's like chewing gum, sticking to me all the time. Is there a hitch?

Wait, it reminds me that it's time for an exam, which is a good thing, but sometimes it gives me invisible pressure that makes me feel better without it.

Whenever the math test is over, I am depressed because I am already a little annoyed and a little scared of the math test. After the math test, as soon as the test paper came down, I didn't dare to read it at all, and whenever the teacher talked about the test paper, I only knew how to copy the answers and listen, and I didn't think about the question at all, because I felt scared.

Three days before the final exam, I was nervous and scared, and Mr. Zhou told me a good way to ignore everything before the exam, so that I would take the exam well. I did the same, thinking of nothing. In the first 30 minutes of the exam, I couldn't help it, and I had to read the book for a while.

When it came time for the exam, my heart was pounding and I was very nervous, and I kept saying to myself: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Finally, I calmed down and did the test papers.

After the exam, I felt free and easy, and that's when I learned to be happy.

On the day of the dismissal ceremony, it was time to get the grade book, and I was confident that my grades would be good. But what I didn't expect was that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and after I got the manual, the whole person felt like jumping off a cliff.

I froze, thinking, I failed the test again, this time I am dead. I'm about to get a phobia of exams.

On the way home, I used to take ten minutes, this time it took me thirty minutes to get home, as soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother playing mahjong, at this time, I was happy, because the pain did not come so quickly, I took out my bicycle and just ran out.

But the time to come has to come, and at dinner, my mother asked: How did you do in the exam? I said:

OK. However, mom has to read the manual. It's not good, I know it's coming.

Sure enough, my mother didn't even finish eating, and the mouth kept shooting like a machine gun, I couldn't help it, and just wanted to fight back, but my father's vicious eyes stared at me, and I didn't dare to talk back. I didn't even finish my meal, so I ran out and didn't come home until after eleven o'clock in the evening. I'm so scared of exams, I want my grades to be good, but I just can't, it's become a big burden for me.

I really envy those classmates with good grades!

Troubles are always troubles, but I have to find a way to solve this problem. I decided to start the winter break, cherish the opportunity, try to improve my grades, and put an end to my big trouble.

When I first changed schools, I was already getting a taste of the competition, and my English grades were very good, but my math scores were often unstable. Seeing that the final exams were approaching, I was anxious. The teacher asked me to go find a good classmate to review my homework together, and in the class, there was almost no one I knew, only her.

She did well in math, but she couldn't get up in English, so I decided to go to her.

One time after school, I found her: "The teacher asked me to ask you to help me revise my math." ”

Oh, but me. I've been pretty busy these days. She said with a frown.

Ah, but, but the exam is coming up the day after tomorrow, or you can give me your math review outline! With that, I took the outline out of my bag and handed it to her. She took it and was about to say, "But my math syllabus is at home." ”

It's okay, I'll go get it with you. I said:

My home is quite far away. ”

It's okay, I brought the money. ”

We talked and laughed all the way, and soon arrived at her house. "Is that yellow curtain your home? "Wow!

She laughs. She rummaged through her bag for a while, then said to me with a wry smile, "I'm so sorry, I, I forgot to bring my key."

I was a little disappointed and turned around and wanted to leave, but when I thought of her being alone, I said, "I'll stay with you!" She half-smiled and half-anxiously tried to push me away, but I insisted on staying.

It was so boring in the hallway of the black hole that I told her a joke: "There were five people who went home, and they lived on the 20th floor, but the elevator went out, and they had to climb to the 20th floor one by one, and each of them had to tell a horrible story, and by the time the fifth person told it, they had already reached the door, and the other four people asked him to tell the shortest and scary story, and the other person only said, 'I forgot the key downstairs.'"

She burst into tears, but in fact, it was just a bad joke. She was about to pull out a tissue to wipe her tears, and when she took the tissue out, "Ding." The key fell out, and the sound broke the silence of the night. A smile fell across her face.

She picked up the key, opened the door, and went inside. Then the door closed with a "bang". She left me outside, and now I'm the only one standing outside the door like a log.

I heard: heart—broken—it's broken.

Mental matters, as the name suggests, are things that are on people's minds. There are generally two kinds of hearts, one is happy and the other is unhappy. Adults have things on their minds, and so do children. For example, I have happy thoughts and unhappy thoughts.

When I was a child, I often stood on the balcony of my house with a heavy heart, staring at the blue sky in a daze. What do I stay? When I asked, I realized that I was worried about whether the sky would fall.

Hearing this, you may laugh out loud. But in my opinion, it's not funny. Think about it, what would happen if the naivety really fell?

It must have been torn apart and caused chaos in the world. The whole world will be dark, and even the head of the toilet will touch the ceiling, are you comfortable? If you say to me:

Hehe, was I a little worried at that time?

At that time, I was still worried about one problem. That's if I'm going to get old. It's all about elixir or something on TV, just because I listened to these nonsense, so I thought that as long as I took this medicine, I could live forever.

You may be tempted to say, "What is the elixir of life?" People get old, you don't have to be so scared, do you?

Because I was young and ignorant, I couldn't listen to a word of what you said (of course not now).

Of course, a "good boy" like me in the eyes of the teacher also has something to say embarrassed in my heart. When I was in kindergarten, I used to "skip school". That day, my family took me to school on a motorcycle, and when I arrived at the school gate, I was too naughty because I was happy the day before, but I was "helped" by the teacher, and I was still worried, so I got off the motorcycle and ran back as if I was flying.

That's really "fast" and "amazing". When my mother saw it, she hurriedly got out of the car to chase after her, and the security guard at the door also came to join in the fun. I was running for a while, and suddenly my shoulder was firmly grasped by a large hand.

I looked back and oh no, it was Dad! I'm really in a dilemma. With my father's "gently" pull, I got on the motorcycle again.

When I got home, I was greeted by a "storm": my father and mother put on a posture and took turns "bombing" me, giving me a good lesson.