Essay My Troubles , ask for a title, and be novel

Hello, the boy knows what it feels like.

My worries.

Whenever I see children playing in the yard, I envy them. Whenever I look at the pile of thick homework, I frown. Whenever my mother urges me to say:

Go homework, do your homework! I was very annoyed. Ay!

When will my assignment be completed? Then I can fly freely like a happy bird.

I once read a source that said, "Children spend more time resting than studying." "But my mother wants her son to be Jackie Chan, regardless of her son's receptivity, and keeps increasing my learning volume, I'm going crazy!

But it's nothing, in fact, the thing that bothers me the most is writing essays. People say: "Read more than 10,000 volumes, and write like a god."

I've also read a lot of extracurricular books, but I get stuck as soon as I write an essay. Sometimes, the teacher assigns two essays, but when I look at the essay questions, I feel at a loss. I have a lot to say, but I don't have a place to put it down.

Why is that? I also like to read! But why is there nowhere to put pen to paper?

A lot of extracurricular books that I usually read, when I want to use them for writing, they all fly away like a bird frightened by something! All that's left in my mind is a blank ......At this moment, I am very troubled.

Seeing that I am about to enter the fourth grade, I have heard from other students that the amount of homework will increase again, especially in composition. Looks like my troubles have increased again! Can anyone tell me a good solution to my troubles?

Teacher's comments: The description of the matter is complete, and good words and sentences are used appropriately. Keep up the good work!

Dad's comment: "I hate less when I use books." Writing is not difficult, it is about accumulating and practicing the pen on a daily basis.

As long as you put your mind to it, you will get the trick, and then you won't be troubled. ）

Everyone has troubles, and that's true.

At school, I was happy like a little angel, but sometimes I would cry because of a certain school of the same edition.

At home, my strict mother nagged in my ear all day long, either telling me to make this set of papers or asking me to do that exercise.

As time passed, he went from a first-grade elementary school student to a sixth-grade student. Those troubles came to me one after another, as if they had made an appointment.

Fang Fang! Why didn't you do your homework? "Mom stood in front of me and screamed.

Fang Fang, did you hear that! Mom raised her voice again. I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, slanted my eyes at the wall clock, and said with a hippie smile

It's half past nine now, it's time to go to bed, and I'll make up for it tomorrow. Mom'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."

As I listened to this heavy additional homework, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue. I had no choice but to take out the pen and do it.

I looked at the group photo in front of my desk, remembered the happy times with my friends, and smiled bitterly

Little angel 'not happy today!' "I used to be a happy bird, but now I am like a pigeon in a cage, and I hope that one day I can break out of the "cage" and fly freely in the blue sky.

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