In the daily study, work, life, we must have come into contact with the essay, the essay is through the human thought considerations and language organization, through the words to express the meaning of a subject narrative method. Or are you at a loss for compositions? The following is my carefully organized essay about an annoying thing (generic 15), welcome to read and collect.

One Annoying Thing Essay 1

Everyone has everyone's troubles, and my trouble is that my mom loves to nag.

Everyone knows that I like to play with the phone, every time I go back to the yellow material I will pick up my grandmother's phone to play games. At this time, the mother will keep nagging "this game what fun, on the academic performance how how ......" a lot of words came, slowly, this has become my trouble.

I sometimes think, why mom so nagging? Isn't she tired of scolding me?

Sometimes I very much dislike my mom's nagging, every time she nagged, I always find all kinds of excuses to avoid her nagging, sometimes even want to refute a sentence. Once, I actually refuted my mom's nagging, and she immediately said ten more words to me, and I hated her all the time, and wanted to scold her, but I didn't dare to, so after every nagging of my mom, I felt very uncomfortable in my heart, and I wanted to cry very much.

But after the last psychoeducation, I changed my mind completely about my mom's nagging. Mom every nagging me is for my own good, she every time I play games when I said I was let me not addicted to the game, every time I called me to read the book writing homework, it is for me to grow faster. My mom's heartfelt conversations with me moved me to tears, not the kind of tears like when you're hurt or in a fight, but a new kind of feeling. It turns out that addicted to the game will only lead to low mood, vision loss, sleep rhythm disruption, affecting academic performance, and the psyche will also be greatly affected.

After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly came to a realization, I am determined to reduce the time to play games.

An Annoying Thing Essay 2

I think there must be an annoying thing in everyone's heart, right? Do you know my annoying thing? If you want to, read on!

It was Sunday morning, my mom asked me to write a composition child. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about! The mention of writing essays, I'm annoyed. Writing is the most troublesome thing in my opinion. I sat there and thought hard for half a day, but I still don't know what to write.

Suddenly, an "elementary school students award-winning essay" in front of my eyes flashed, which for me is like a twinkling star in the night, but turn and turn or not find the right topic, so distressed!

Lunch time came, I just came to the table, Dad said: "Composition finished? I'll check it later." Dad just finished, I lowered my head. "You haven't written a word after all this time?" Mom shouted up, at which point my head lowered even more, and Mom said loudly again, "If you can't finish writing today, you won't eat dinner tonight." I went back to the room after thinking left and right, but still do not know what to write, suddenly, I think of what to write, I can write down today's events, and then I picked up the pen to write quickly write up, finished I handed the composition to mom, mom said happily, "so fast to finish, awesome." I heard my mom say the word "awesome", my heart is like a flower in bloom all of a sudden.

Today's troubles were solved by one word, and I won't worry about writing in the future. Teachers often tell us that life is the source of writing, and it is true.

My math scores fluctuate a lot, like riding a roller coaster, low for a while, high for a while. One time, I got one of my lowest scores in math since I was in first to fourth grade.

I remember that morning, Mr. Zhang said that the third and fourth unit of the test. I thought to myself: I did okay last time, I shouldn't be bad this time. I got the test paper I brush a few times, immediately finished, a little check on the hand in the paper.

In the blink of an eye to the afternoon, Mr. Zhang walked to the classroom and said, "Come on, the math team leader to send the math exam paper." Some of my classmates covered their ears, some were worshipping Buddha ...... and I was nervous and excited. A team leader came to my desk and took my test paper and said, "Yao Mengchen, guess how many points you got?" I said, "I don't know." "Congratulations, seventy-nine points!" I immediately stared with wide eyes and a red face, looking at this seventy-nine points test paper, my soul was about to fly. Class is in session, my eyes with tears, staring blankly at our school bully Yan Qingmiao's one hundred points test paper, this gap is how big ah!

On the way to school, I was irritable, thinking: "This time I'm going to be scolded by my mom, what should I do? When I arrived home, I walked slowly into the room, blushing like a big tomato. Suddenly, a white angel and a black angel appeared in my head. The black angel said, "Don't tell mom, don't ask her to sign it!" The white angel said, "No, Yao Meng Chen, it's okay, you don't understand the questions mom can help you analyze ah!" I gathered courage and walked to my mom and said, "Mom, I only got seventy-nine points on my math test today." After saying that, I beamed and my eyes were moist. Mom hugged me and said gently, "It's okay that you didn't do well once in a while, try hard next time!" Then my mother let me look at the test paper, over and over again to me to analyze the wrong questions, finally, my mother said to me: "review the questions must be clear, do not write the answer immediately without looking at the title."

I have to learn a lesson in the future and take every test seriously!

An annoyance essay 4

Today, the sky of a white cloud do not know where to go, the sun doll did not have the company of clouds, shy red face, emitting a dazzling bright light --- the earth's delicate face is the sun's lack of water, dry mouth showed up! --- It's all because: the clouds were scared away by my bad mood.

As the saying goes, "people have three worries", and today, I also have "three worries". Look at the following three shots, you can understand my day in the end how annoying.

Lens 1: In the morning, I backpack, walking on the way to school. When I got to the People's Mall, I remembered that I didn't take my language book. I wanted to let my dad take my language book to school, but unfortunately - my parents are not at home, I had to rush home to get. By the time I got to school, it was almost eight o'clock.

Shot 2: It was hard to get to the afternoon, finally can get out of the school to get some air - who knows: another rehearsal! I dizzy! Rehearsal, but also by the students made fun of, said I have too much fat on the legs - this can not be blamed on them: who let me be a natural super big fat girl it? Alas! What an embarrassment! Woo~

Shot 3: Finally, after school, I thought I could go home early. Unexpectedly, a student said to let me accompany her home. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said. As a result, the student went around in dozens of big circles and hundreds of small circles before she reached her home. But she let me go home alone! Woo - I despise you, discriminate against you, scorn you, belittle you, defy you!

I've had a really bad day! All these troubles are caused by the annoying proverb "People have three urgencies"!

These things are all the result of that annoying proverb, "People have three urgencies", and if they didn't have "three urgencies", there wouldn't be the "three worries" I have today!

One thing that has always bothered me is whether or not I should play with my best friend, Guo Chunyun, who is a "little pot".

"Little pot" is a little bad. As long as I have a temper to hide, she will not hesitate to hide my bag. Hidden even if, but she has amnesia (she self-appointed, not really, and I do not have half a cent of the relationship), the old "forget" to hide the place of the bag, but also said it is someone else to hide. When she came back to the yard after school, she was chatting with someone. When I saw them chatting happily, I wanted to join in, but I couldn't get into the conversation. "Hmph, dare to ignore this lady, then I'll ignore you too!" In a fit of rage, I just ignored her as well, and after dumping my school bag on the backyard bench where I usually put it, I ran straight to the front yard of the neighborhood and hid on the top floor of the unit to play. When I thought I was almost done hiding and it was time to go home to get my bag, I realized that it had disappeared again. No need to guess I know, must be when she remembered me, but found that I disappeared, knowing that I was deliberately avoiding her again she deliberately hid my schoolbag again as usual. "Did you hide my school bag again?" I asked "Potty". Her answer was of course the same as usual: "No, it's not me, there's no such thing ......" with an innocent look on her face. So, I set out to look for my bag once again. When I found the bag behind the garbage can, the smell of flies around the bag, so I ignored her for a few days.

Although the "little pot" can not be worse when bad, will make me crazy, but there is a little bit of good, so that I can not hard heart to "cut off" with her. In my sadness, she will comfort me; in my happy, she will accompany me to laugh; in my and others disagree, she will stand on my side; in my lonely, she will accompany me - the most important thing is that she will always care about me from time to time. I remember once, when I was playing a chasing game with her, because I was running too fast, I accidentally hit a fire hydrant at once. At that time, the pain made my tears come out, lying on the ground half a day could not get up. When she saw this, she quickly helped me up, "Let me take you home!" Said, do not allow me to refuse, let me put my hand on her shoulder, and then held my waist, assisted me, step by step towards the unit building. At that time, I had no strength at all, and our home and live in the sixth floor, there is no elevator, you can imagine, we walked how difficult - usually find me to play, she went up to the third floor by herself, "no, no, can not go up" said tired. When I sent me home, she has long been exhausted, not only sweaty, panting, and once inside the door on the living room sofa, half a day did not get up. I saw her like this, I was very touched, think this "small pot" is really good, there is no better person in the world than her.

The two of us have *** with the same hobby, have *** with the same little secret, and *** with the secret base, we are together a lot of times are very happy, but just a little bad, really let me left and right difficult: I do not know whether to play with her? Dear classmates, you say, I should play with the "small pot" in the end?

I am happy that Yaya and I are a pair of good friends, and one day Yaya came to my house to play, eat, and sleep.

When YaYa came, we started to make a song tabloid, we picked up the paintbrush, picked up the scissors, cut, cut, draw, draw, finally finished. But after we finished working together, we quarreled. It turned out to be that after we finished the tabloid, I said it was mine and Yaya could not take it away. Yaya said, "We did it together, why can't I move it!" I said: "This is my home I'm in charge, is not." Yaya listened to the sad, said: "I do not and you good, I leave tomorrow morning, goodbye!"

The next morning Yaya really left, but also dropped a sentence: "We are no longer good friends." I walked to the window in silence, thinking back to yesterday, I really shouldn't have done that, my mom had said that it was selfish to act like that. I decided to write a letter of apology, I want to admit my mistake to YaYa and change this problem. I then got down to writing it, and concentrated on it for half an hour. When I finished, I asked my mom to give the letter to Yaya and waited apprehensively for her reply.

Monday, I came to school early, always can not help but walk to the door of their class to see if she has arrived at school, when I walked to the door of their class for the third time, to see YaYa is smiling at me, she ran out and said: "Let's re-do friends!" I said happily, "Yeah! And we have to be better than before."

This incident is very unforgettable to me, I also know that you have to be brave to admit mistakes and apologize to others in time to get understanding and friendship.

Today, I encountered a very annoying thing that made me depressed?

The thing is like this: two weeks ago, Mr. Chen sued praised me, saying that my voice is good, and the guitar plays well. Let me practice hard and prepare to perform on stage on June 1st. After hearing this news, I was excited for several days, thinking what a great opportunity it was to show my talent on such a big stage! Imagining myself on the stage, wouldn't I be a popular figure at school? I was determined to train well.

From that day on, I practiced guitar for 30 minutes every day after I finished my homework.

However, this morning, Ms. Chen asked me to go to the office with her to find the music teacher. Ms. Chen told me that she couldn't be sure if I could perform on stage alone, and that she would have to ask the music teacher in our class. But the bad news was that the music teacher replied that she couldn't! Can't? I was baffled. The music teacher said that it was a class-based program, not an individual program. Mr. Chen, on the other hand, was helpless to fight for me. Wouldn't I have practiced for nothing then? I almost shed a tear, why did our festival not give me a chance to show myself? Besides, Mr. Chen had said that I should perform on behalf of the class in the first place, and could I blame Mr. Chen? Who made Mr. Chen not our music teacher? Alas, I hung my head and stayed there.

哎，真实越想越烦，还能怎么样？ Why annoying things happen to me? By the way, Mr. Chen also said that even if you can't perform at school, you can still show it to your classmates in the classroom. Ms. Chen also said that she would make a small video for me and send it to the parents' group, so that more people would know about my specialty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it.

I live in a warm and happy family, growing up carefree under the care of my mom and dad. I'm not sure if I've ever had a problem in life or in school, but I can always get help from my mom and dad. However, since I have been in the upper grades, I have one thing to worry about.

On Saturday mornings, when it is rare to go to bed early, my mom is like an alarm clock that doesn't need batteries to wake me up at the right time. I and reluctantly opened my eyes and said: "I rest today, do not need to get up early." Mom gently whispered, "You forget, there is an English cram class today." I rubbed my sleepy eyes and said, "It's not easy for me to get up on Sunday, but you've enrolled me in so many tutorial classes that I don't have any time for myself. It's all because you want to enroll me, I'm not going." I only saw my mom's face immediately change from a pleasant color to a burst of anger, and the air instantly froze. Seconds later my covers were ripped off.

I thought about how many of my classmates' birthday parties I couldn't attend because I had to attend tutoring classes, about how every time my brother bragged in front of me about what fun places he went to again, and about what my classmates talked about together that I hadn't heard about. I couldn't control my tears.

I knew that my mom would not compromise with me on my studies. When I sat on the bus to school, a scene flashed in front of my eyes, when my mother asked me to teach me the pronunciation of phonetic symbols, when my mother remembered the words with me, when my mother talked to me in unskilled English heart suddenly a burst of acidity, my mother is trying to make me can have good grades, but I am so ignorant to make her angry.

Poor parents, I must study hard to live up to my mom's expectations.

The first thing that I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in my life.

I have a lot of worries, for example: before the exam worry about their own test will be bad, Saturday and Sunday time to go to cram school, no rest time, or not in the long body when the body of the joints on the body pain makes it difficult for me to sleep ------ These are all my worries, but I worry about me is still my teeth.

I'm 12 years old this year, but my ah has not grown. The teeth that have fallen out are still late to grow out, and there is a big gap in the middle of the two big incisors. Even sometimes when eating an apple, the center will leave a little bit not to fall. At school, when my classmates told me jokes, I didn't dare to laugh out loud for fear that they would see my teeth and laugh at me. Once I went to the market with my mom and saw some people selling squirrels. I ran over and saw these furry little guys and realized that when they ate, they picked up the food with their two little paws and gnawed on it with their two big incisors. I thought: these two big incisors on the squirrels, will not be laughed at, or their cute place, but I? The more I thought about it, the more I felt annoyed and regretful - why did I use my tongue to lick the teeth when they were growing in the first place, which led to such a result now. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!

Last time, my sister came to our house to play, she casually picked up my English book, flipped through it, read out a word "rabbit" and asked me: "Do you know what this means?" "Doesn't it mean rabbit? You think I don't know?" I was waiting for my sister to praise me for my intelligence. She laughed and laughed, and I realized that I had been fooled. She was saying that my teeth were like rabbits. I realized that I had been fooled! My teeth are really annoying.

There are a lot of annoying things in life, and also with the age of the gradual increase, if we think about some happy things every day, then the trouble is not a lot less?

The most, most, most, most annoying thing to me is full of fat.

Every time an acquaintance meets, they will smile and tease me: "It's been a long time, little fatso, recently the face and grow a lot of meat ah!" My heart has an indescribable flavor, and then they will also be on my "wounded" heart to soothe: "Well, not only gained weight, but also grew in size." At this time, I will think in my heart: Humph, fat and how? Fat is also my hard work bite by bite to eat out, it is not also a persistent effort.

When it comes to eating, I think of my old mother, because I grew up fat, so in the meal time is always on me to perform the annoying "tightrope", she was in my ear, "croaking" to say: "". Eat less, today's meat ends here. Look how fat you've gotten! Stop eating! If you eat again, you'll have to walk and breathe. You really should lose weight ......" listen to my ears are long calluses, because this is the home version of the weight loss advice, I put the mother's nagging automatically switched to Gong Linna's "apprehensive".

Speaking of weight loss, my old mother, has long been to help me develop a good seven seventy-nine weight loss tips, which are jumping rope, running, playing badminton and so on. Every week, she will send me to the badminton hall to play badminton, or after dinner to run downstairs, or before going to bed to jump a few hundred rope, the bones of my tired and sore, muscle tremors. After the movement climbed into bed, a moment to fall asleep, in my dreams, I dreamed more than once I became a full-bodied muscle man, sports all kinds of proficiency, not a little bit of fat on the body.

Every time I wake up, I will sigh: "I must lose weight successfully, in order to become an abs man, burn my calories, bye bye body fat!"

An Annoying Thing Essay 11

It was one summer when the chickenpox epidemic was in full swing. When I was writing my homework that night, there were a lot of little bugs flying around in front of the lamp, so I sprayed a lot of insecticide. Then as I was writing I felt an itch on my body and I wanted to scratch it. But when I lifted up my shirt, all I saw was a big red bump, and I looked at my arms and there was a big one too, and the same on my legs. I was very anxious because it was the time to study for exams and I was worried that I was infected with chicken pox. Slightly crying, I called my dad, who looked at it and then said, "It shouldn't be chicken pox, but I don't know what kind of disease it is! Anyway, go to the hospital tomorrow and get it checked out!"

The next morning my dad and I ran to the hospital, and after a blood test, the doctor confirmed that it was a drug allergy. The doctor confirmed that it was a drug allergy, not chickenpox! So I was relieved, and then my dad rushed to send me to school before the school morning reading time. When I got to school, I was blocked at the door of the classroom, and the teacher was worried that my illness might be contagious. The teacher was worried that my illness might be contagious. My father had to take out his medical records and show them to the teacher, who then reluctantly let me into the classroom.

Then a few days later, the teacher was still very uneasy, so one after another, my desk and the front and back of the classmates are out of the way. Perhaps it was this move that led the students to believe that my illness was contagious. So my classmates began to ostracize me, not to contact me. After class, all the students around me hid far away. Some students even wore masks when they passed me; when they collected my homework, they had to wear gloves. In gym class, the teacher moved me into a row of one person. When doing exercises, the students in the front row always kept their distance from me. Later, the red bumps even developed to the face, walking in the school, everyone see me to avoid. The same classmates privately laughed at my face, and called me a monster.

During that time, I was always upset and angry, and my temper became strange. At school, I often make very over-exaggerated behavior - I want to take revenge on those who mocked my classmates. Luckily, I had really good friends who calmed my violent mood. Although other students avoided me, they approached me, comforted me, listened to my inner pain and anger, and "fought for me" when some classmates teased me. After I got well, I asked them, "Aren't you afraid of being infected?" They smiled and replied, "I'm not." They laughed and replied, "Yes, of course. But you said it wouldn't be contagious, so of course we believed your words in comparison! Because you are our friend!" Listening to their sincere words, I really realized the meaning of the word "friend".

I don't know how I would have gotten through that time if it weren't for the comfort of my friends and the care of my parents. Perhaps it is because of that period of trouble, I can really realize what is a friend.

Graduation season, looking at them to take a group photo, thinking of their own student days and the last year. Elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, every time to have this ceremony to pay tribute. But in the end there can be a few people, will not just stay in the superficial, the strangest photos. After a few partings, I think I'll be a little more relaxed. But the impending loss of the future is still distracting. Just like the separation once, those annoying days.

When the end of the college entrance examination, classmates that the wild horse like fun behind also have to separate the sadness, because everyone understands that the time to get together will only become less and less. The past has too much familiarity, the future to get used to face the strange again. Once together with the football teammates, I regret that I did not comply with the agreement to study in the same city, and now take the school championship, but still did not find the tacit understanding of the year.

Like a passage in Hesse's novel Gertrude, "Everything that belonged to my life in my youth will betray me and become strange. I suddenly realized how fragile and sad my own life had been throughout the past years. For at this moment, the original love and friendship, habits and pleasures would have left me like worn-out clothes. Parted from me without pain. All that remains is wonder, wonder at how I could have stuck by them for so long, or how they could have stuck by me for so long."

We will eventually drift apart, involuntarily. But looking back, you can only choose to be bashful and learn to get used to those distractions.

An annoyance essay 12

Recently, our class is very popular "Charlie Nine Reasons" this set of books, a lot of people read them all say good, so I also borrowed a copy from the school library, and it was really good, and soon finished.

Another day of borrowing books, I was excited to go to the library to borrow another Charlie Nine Reasons, but the aunt of the library said, "You have to return the previous book before you can borrow the next one." I was dumbfounded, and could not remember where the book had gone. I returned to my class resentfully, sat down in my seat, and carefully recalled to whom I had lent the book, or where I had put it. I began my journey to find the book.

I came home, the bookshelf books down to find, but did not find, and then my room turned upside down, but still no trace.

To the school, I asked my classmates one by one, the answer is not seen, and then the class bookcase, the back of the cabinet to find again, or nothing.

This annoyance has been bothering me, like a big stone in my heart. One day, I found that the book is lying in my bed, and quickly ran over to get, but just touched the hand of the book, the book turned into a smoke and flew away, I opened my eyes to see, so this is a dream.

Later, I finally told my mother about this, my mother criticized me, but also helped me look for a long time, or did not find, and then helped me buy a book, I was relieved.

Through this lesson, I will never put things in the future, not careless.

An Annoying Thing Essay 13

Today at noon, I just came home and washed my hands. "Eat hello", mom's voice and a big cut, "right! I forgot to tell you, I went downstairs to pay the water bill, you take care of your sister." I heard the heart is not very happy, although my sister is a girl, but there is not a moment to spare, the old trouble. Now she wasn't in the dining room and I didn't want to find her. I ran to the table, picked up the delicious lunch, wolfed it down.

Suddenly, pops and clatters and strange noises came from my bedroom. I flew to my bedroom, only to see it in a mess. The culprit was none other than my sister Tongtong. One of my books was tilted to the side and built up about as high as a mountain, and my monthly exam papers were torn into pieces by her. My clothes were all thrown on the bed, and I wondered how she took them out, the closet door was so hard to open, and some of them were still inside the cabinet. I was immediately furious, ready to find her to settle the score, she is strange good. A slip of smoke ran away, but also smiling. When I came out of the bedroom, she had made another mess. She'd spilled my rice again! Oh, my God! I wish she hadn't been born. I had just finished and my mom came back, she saw my papers and got mad, she punished me for gluing them back together.

Hey! This is a really annoying thing, when will my happy days come!

An Annoying Thing Essay 14

Not everyone has an annoying thing, but I have encountered an annoying thing in this period of time. It starts with the beginning of the school year.

The beginning of the school year to the usual, not counting the big test, the small test are seven or eight times, but more than 90 points of the paper really not a few. Each test is not more than 80 points, is next to the edge of 90 points. For the test scores of the matter of mom more than once said I have. I am very peculiar, why at the time of the examination, feel but not bad? Mom had a habit of counting my scores. In this way, it is possible to know, from which direction the score is deducted. Usually she said, "Xuan Ke ah, usually you can test on 90 points was once considered a big miracle."

For this matter, I have not been less worried. I used to constitute a meet exams on the panic mentality. I also often depressed: class I also listen carefully, learning is also good. The first thing I want to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet.

As time went by, I realized the cause of the rotten results. Each time the points deducted, due to carelessness points deducted at least 5 points. Carelessness seems to be a small defect, in fact, it is a big problem. There are many kinds of carelessness, such as calculation error, listening error, words written backwards and so on. In fact, as long as I do not careless, the exam 90 points should be very simple.

Alas! Carelessness is still a big problem that makes people suffer. It turns out that, for a long time, I have been "careless" this guy to the secret plan.

Everyone has their own worries, in order to their academic performance decline, or with a good friend misunderstanding ......

My worries is the language performance is not ideal, every time, the language independent test, measurement is not good, mom is always nagging, the mood is not good, but also will be the new accounts old accounts together.

I remember once, the language test did not test well, mom looked very angry, hate to tear the test paper, I was very afraid, every step are scared, afraid that my mother will have to say some words I do not want to hear, after school, I told my mother the results, my mother did not say a word, angry face is red.

Back home, my mother urgently said to me: "First of all, to correct the attitude of learning, learning is their own thing, no one can help you, rely on your own, pay attention in class, more brains in class, focus attention, do a good job of pre-study before class, do a good job of reviewing the class after class, you just can't listen to" I listened to my mother, ashamed to bow his head. I listened to my mother, ashamed to lower my head, my father came back from work at night, my mother was not in a good mood, and my father argued with me, making the two of them very unhappy.

Sometimes I often think: I also listen carefully in class, learning can also, how the key time will not work! After a long time, I found the reason for the bad results, every time by carelessness caused by the foundation is not labor, the topic does not read, pinyin spelling is not finished, reading comprehension reading does not understand the pen and so on.

My annoyance is so simple, if I have better grades how good it is, mom and dad will not fight.