I quarrel with the composition

I quarrel with the composition

Author Name: Quan Mingyue

Grade: Junior

Contact number: 13709837086

Contact address: Ninth Eighteen Middle School, Guanghui Township, Yuhong District, Shenyang City, Liaoning Province

"Today our class, let everyone write a '-in it''," I heard this, my heart is cold.

When I was a child, I was a very playful child. I always clamored to go to the playground. I couldn’t listen to my parents’ theory that the language should be laid from a young age. If you don't follow me, I will cry.

When I was in kindergarten, when the kindergarten teacher told us a story, I couldn’t wait until I finished listening, and I fell asleep. At that time, I was most tired of listening to the story lesson.

On the national small, teachers and classmates praised me as a clever child. Of course, I love to study mathematics, take math classes, and do math problems. I remember when I opened the parent conference, the teacher told me my dad to buy some extracurricular books. Dad came back and brought me a few books, including "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and "Love Education". As a result, I hid these books.

When I went to the middle school, I became eager to win. I always gave me points because of my grades. It was not a basic question, but a reading and composition. But my composition always makes the teacher a headache. I still remember that the teacher once wrote a travel note. I wrote it long and wrote it seriously. But the next day, I read the teacher’s comment: "Can you not write a running account? Rewrite one of my desks tomorrow morning. Up." My heart is just as fresh from the freezer - cool and transparent. I started to worry, I found the best classmate in my class, and I want to ask how I can not write a running account. She told me to accumulate more, read more books, and take more notes. I can't write "three more" in my heart, can I write it? Ok, let me try. I feel as happy as gold. But still not written well! Nothing is vivid. The teacher lost confidence in me and I lost confidence in myself.

In the past two and a half years since the middle of the country, I have written and essays, "I will, can you give me a way to live? Every time you come, others write it again. I have to write it twice or three times. Hey!" But every time the essay ancestors will return to me "No, I will come!" I am like a dried vegetable.

You look at it, and the ancestors came to me again. What is it? What is it? Otherwise, I would write "I’m bored in it." Right, that's it.

Third day: full moon