In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with writing. Writing writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my collection of essays that refuse to be a topic, hoping to help everyone. Outside the window, autumn is very pleasant. Bare branches, gray sky. A few dead leaves whirled sadly in the bleak wind, sallow bodies. The cold wind came unprotected and made me tremble all over. Curled up in my seat, I was as depressed as lifeless autumn scenery outside the window.

My hand is grabbing something in a small hole on the table. My fingertips are red. I don't know. My whole face is buried in my arms, and I dare not show it to anyone. My heart aches, and my brain seems to be in chaos. I don't understand.

in the morning, I am still immersed in endless anxiety about failing the exam. In class, my eyes are staring at the blackboard, and my pen is hovering and absent-minded. After class, I really want to talk to my friends. But looking back, I saw them looking at me and pointing at me. My neck froze, but my mouth immediately gave me a wry smile: How can they respect my level when they all did so well in the exam? I think, in their eyes, at this moment, they should cast ridicule, contempt and contempt for me. My eyes are red, and my sour taste permeates my nostrils. Doubt about them is like a thin thorn, which has penetrated my heart and oozed bright red blood bit by bit.

As a result, I ignored the three of them for three days in a row. Even if you accidentally meet him, you should bury your head in a low position and walk fast. I think their eyes turned to me, but I didn't have the courage to repay them. I am afraid that I will reap more painful thorns. Although I tried to avoid their eyes, I wrapped myself carefully layer by layer. However, the pain caused by that doubt is still stubbornly stuck in my heart, and it is difficult to get rid of it. The sting of doubt did not disappear with them, but deepened. The feeling of pain, cold and loneliness is like a cold snake winding around my heart, spitting out creepy letters.

another day. I live alone like a few days ago. Returning to the classroom after lunch, a cup of hot milk inexplicably appeared on the table. There is a piece of paper on the cup with the words of the three of them written on it. After reading it, I entered my heart, just like a pair of tweezers pulled out the thorn in my heart.

I suddenly realized. Actually, my friend didn't give me the thorn in my heart. But because of their unfounded doubts, they gave birth to them and put them in their hearts.

Unreasonable pain is usually not given by others, but more due to self-unwarranted doubt. If you feel pain inside, please show it to someone you trust. Refusing to be suspicious because of bitterness hurts the people you trust and your own heart. Rejection as a topic composition 2

When the word "rejection" is gently pronounced, a cold feeling permeates the whole body, hovering between affirmation and negation, with some hesitation, some entanglement and some contradictions, but rejection should not be passive. Active choice is often more enjoyable than passive acceptance, once and for all.

Rejection is an irrefutable negation. Although the temporary impact is unacceptable, the deep thinking afterwards will make people forget the pain.

Refusal is the right to say "no", like a strong liquor, which makes us dizzy in the long night. But "the pain is followed by peace."

There are many forks in life. Choosing this road means rejecting that one. Even if the other road is full of flowers, this road is a narrow path, so you should go on without hesitation. The compulsion to refuse makes us helpless.

which do you want to choose, employment, housing, food and clothing? At the same time, we should learn to refuse, say "no" decisively and decisively, and exercise our right of refusal.

people who are sophisticated and versatile often have no chance to say "no". Refusal requires courage and courage, but it is not the same as fighting stubbornly. It is a kind of wisdom and a kind of strategy.

in this world, rejection is always with you.

Rejecting greed, self-interest, lying and cheating are the worst and dirtiest qualities, and we must reject them. Saying "no" categorically is actually a big step forward for a brilliant future.

rejecting beauty, wine and meat, and these temptations that make us covet is actually to eliminate the stains on our hearts.

under the pressure of a certain aspect, the heart and the surface are always diametrically opposed. Perhaps, we have the idea of rejection in our hearts, but the reality has to make people give up the idea of rejection. Then please don't hesitate, because we are living our own lives, and we don't need to look at other people's faces. Let's take a decisive attitude, mobilize all the cells in our body and say "no" excitedly.

Rejection is not medicine, it has no side effects, and it brings you inner comfort and spiritual enjoyment.

Rejection is not fire, it doesn't burn people's arrogance, it's just the combination of ideas and expressions. A simple "no" won't hurt people, and after understanding it, it will be refreshing like water.

rejection is not a glass, it won't break, and its shelf life is forever, and you can use it until you die of old age.

try to refuse! You will find that there is no knot that can't be untied, no worry that can't be written, and everything is just like this. Refuse to be a topic of composition 3

"Hey, Li Yirui, I'm not good at this question!" "By the way, it's online at five o'clock today. Tell me the question!" "Help me with my homework!" ..... Recently, these words have been "buzzing" in my ears, making me uneasy.

I'm always ready to help others. I always help when I can, and I take all the jobs, big and small. At first, I was happy to fly around among my classmates and never felt tired. After all, giving is happy!

However, since I entered the fifth grade, my homework has increased and my work has rapidly "multiplied". In addition to my classmates' problems, I often say "please ask the propaganda Committee to get the magazine!" when I concentrate on my homework. Just pulled me out of the classroom; Sometimes, just after a hot lunch, I want to chat with my classmates, but I have to help the teacher with the blackboard newspaper, which often distracts me from my homework. When I got home, I was also "restless". When a classmate called, I had to be busy for half a day. What puzzles me even more is that some things can be eliminated by my classmates themselves. Why should I use my "fire extinguisher"? Isn't this an obvious waste of resources? I can think so in my mind, but the helpful villain in my heart is whispering: Li Yirui, how can you be so cruel? This kind of life bothers me.

My understanding mother listened to my talk and said to me, "When you can't get away, you can politely refuse!"

I asked doubtfully, "But will that make my classmates sad?"

"That's why we should put it mildly. You can let your classmates ask others, or you can let him find a way to wake up the answers in his heart. In the long run, you will develop the habit of independent thinking. " I woke up like a dream.

The next day, classmate A called. She asked me some questions in the book "Classical Mathematics" and asked me to explain them to her together. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. After a little thinking, I quickly clarified two reasons: I have to do other things; She can figure it out herself. So, we had the following conversation:

I: classmate A, I know you are in a hurry, but it's nine o'clock and I'm not free.

classmate a: but this is homework. you have to help me.

me: sorry, I have to take a shower later.

classmate a: well, what should I do?

me: think about it yourself, or I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning?

classmate a: ok, early tomorrow.

at school, I arrived at the classroom as promised, only to find that she had finished her homework. I asked, "How did you finish it?"

"I solved it myself."

It seems that this student can solve this problem by himself, so he doesn't have to bother others.

Refusal is an inevitable hurdle in life. Proper refusal not only saves time for yourself, but also enables the parties to develop the ability to do things independently. Students, have you learned how to refuse? Refuse to be a topic of composition 4

There are thousands of temptations in people's life, and it is inevitable to refuse them. Sometimes parents' care will be regarded as a kind of "misleading" and rejected, and the consequences of rejection can be imagined. I once refused.

This happened this year, and a card game called "Game King" became popular in the office, and I was the leader of this evil. I remember playing this card game when I was in the sixth grade. Because of the simple rules of this game, but also paying attention to the strict tactics and the skill of grouping cards (the basic props of this game), I was trapped in it. At that time, my parents found me playing this game, and found that it affected my study very much, so they banned it, and my refusal began here.

because the course I studied at that time was simple, I had no idea about the influence of cards on my study. Although my parents banned it, I am still stubborn. As soon as the school started this year, I started from scratch for the second time with the money saved in a winter vacation. Of course, this is the beginning of my second evil journey. At first, our city finished with some old "card friends" on the rockery, and later it was introduced into the class. Since then, this evil wind has been raised in the class, and then several people joined me. I have also become a leader in playing cards from a nobody who plays cards. Later, during a morning self-study, my card was found, and the teacher informed my parents that my card was processed again. However, my third crime has just begun.

I was the only one who was not stuck in the class, and only half of them were confiscated, so I refused the care of my parents for the second time and returned to the world of game king. The wind of the game king finally ended in an exam. Due to playing cards for a long time, my study plummeted, and when I failed my previous English at once, I was suddenly surprised' how did this happen'. This will be different from the past. I finally realized the seriousness of the problem. I didn't refuse my parents' love and teaching once. I handed over all the cards and promised never to touch them during school.

As the leader in playing cards in the class stopped playing, gradually, the wind of the game king subsided.

I used to think that everything my parents said against their wishes was incorrect. This time, I realized that I must think twice about what I said to my parents, or I might make a big mistake. Refuse to be a topic of composition 5

Editor's note: When I want to "buy erhu", the little author describes my emotions wonderfully, and the emotions change obviously with the plot. Let's take a look at this article "Rejection in Deep Memory".

Every time I go back to my hometown and sit quietly in front of the window, I can't help but think of the erhu class that my school has opened for two years when the long notes played by the old neighbor erhu are interlaced and dancing in my ears. Of course, what comes to mind with it is that "rejection".

At the beginning of the new semester, many interesting children's palace projects have been added to the school, and I participated in the newly opened erhu class with fresh and pleasant feelings under the strong recommendation of my teacher. In this regard, I have always urged my mother with the standard of "more skills than weight". For the first time, I frowned and said nothing. I didn't care much, so I went to class humming a ditty and went out of the classroom with my mouth raised.

However, after several classes, when the teacher announced that we were required to bring musical instruments, my heart suddenly thumped, and a boulder hanging from my head for a long time fell with a bang. When I got home, I put my schoolbag down carefully, but instead of going straight to the room as usual, I dawdled down on the sofa. Mother seems oblivious and begins to be busy for dinner. I was quietly brewing, and I pieced together the draft sentence by sentence in my mind. "Mom," I finally spat out these words like squeezing a tube of toothpaste that was left, "Erhu ... Teacher Hu Ban asked me to take Erhu to class." Mother didn't lift her head, but still washed the rice indifferently. "I, that, you buy me one! Okay？ Class must be ... ""No." My mother's unemotional refusal collided with my urgent request, and a few words that I wanted to express suddenly choked in my throat and had to be swallowed as many as possible. Then, a stream of blood rushed to the forehead, and the draft that occupied the whole brain was broken into residue in an instant. Before I could react, my body had already reacted first: "Why?" "Needless to say, first of all, we can't go to off-campus classes at the weekend, and you can't stick to it ..." When I heard this, I realized that there was no room for further struggle, and my enthusiasm was doused again. I nodded and went back to my room.

the night is thick, like a spilled ink. The desk lamp that has been used for many years gives off a faint light. My mood is mixed, and I only feel that my heart is deeply wrapped in a curtain, which is stuffy and astringent. The night wind is rustling against the window, lonely and somewhat desolate.

Later, as an alien, I quietly watched other students "squeak" playing the erhu in class. At first, my enthusiasm gradually became numb with the passage of time, but this rejected memory was deeply hidden in my mind. Refuse to be a topic' composition 6

Outside the window, autumn smells attractive. Bare branches, gray sky. A few dead leaves are dejectedly, and the sallow and dead figure is spinning in the bleak wind. The invasion of the cold wind made me cringe. Curled up in my seat, I was as depressed as lifeless autumn scenery outside the window.

my hands are anxiously digging at the small hole on the table, and I have no idea that my fingertips are red. My whole face is buried in my arms, and I dare not show it. My heart is aching, and my mind seems to be entangled in a mess, which is puzzling.

in the morning, I am still immersed in endless anxiety about failing the exam. In class, I stared at the blackboard with empty eyes, and the pen in my hand turned round and round, absent-minded. After class, I really want to talk to my friends. But when I turned around, I saw them looking at me and pointing. As soon as my neck froze, I immediately squeezed out a wry smile: They all did so well in the exam, how can they respect my level? I think their eyes should throw ridicule, contempt and disdain at me at this moment. My eyes are reddish, and a sense of acidity permeates my breathing. Suspicion of them is like a small thorn, which has penetrated into my heart and oozed bright red blood little by little.

as a result, I ignored them for three days in a row. Even if you accidentally bump into it, you bury your head low and walk quickly. I feel that they are looking back at me, but I don't have the courage to look back, for fear that I will reap more painful thorns. Although I tried my best to avoid their eyes, I wrapped myself carefully. However, the pain caused by that suspicion is still stubbornly stuck in my heart, and it is difficult to expel it. The sting of suspicion did not go away with them.