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Teacher, I need your help.


This afternoon, my English was once again erroneously written. When I was going to class, the English teacher asked us those students who did not have the right words to go back to the corridor.

The feeling there is really bad. I usually like to stand in the window by the breeze blowing over my cheeks. I stood there and have a new feeling today: the big window, the cold and cold wind, the bursts of my cheeks, let me have some Inexplicably chill.

I am looking forward to the class that I am going to class early. I suddenly hope that I will never leave class. Because I know that once I am in class, I will be seen by all my classmates. But the facts are not as I wish, it is still ringing. A gust of guzheng sound seems to be laughing at me and despising me.

The classmates came out of the class one after another, one by one in a small voice. I turned my face to the classmate next to me, for fear that others would see me. At that moment, everyone seemed to stare at me and laughed at me. Hey! If I want to be a Monkey King, I can find a place to sneak in. However, I am not him, I can only stand there. I dare not look at the students who lived together, and even dare not think of the one in the family who is looking forward to the nomination of my gold list. They don't have any extravagance for me, just want me to go to high school. Now, they don't know that their daughter actually went to the point where the teacher called the doorway to the English. This is not what I want!

I often envy those students who don’t remember, always play, but study very well. However, I know that I can't be like them. Therefore, the class is very serious to listen to the class, and there will be a lot of questions that will not be done in class. Those sentences, words, I really worked hard to back. But why is it always wrong to dictate every time? Why did the sentence that was finished at night be forgotten the next day? Is it that I don't care?

Teacher, I don't want to go on like this anymore, you can help me!

Sixth grade: Sweetheart 123

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