An Angry Thing Composition 1

Yesterday morning, I posted on the primary school student website as usual. Suddenly, my good friend Ke Chuchu sent me a text message: I took a look, and there is a guy named Happy Boy, who is the president? He copied your computer to fight for the PK station. I don’t know if I saw it, I was shocked. , several of his "Turtle Family" and so on were copied from here. When I saw it, I was furious and furious, and immediately rushed to build the network "non-stop". After entering the PK station, Chu Chu was indeed right. My composition "Computer Battle" was "stolen" by him, and it was rated as a high-quality composition. Damn that guy, I can't wait to get into the computer, pull out that happy boy and beat him up. I joined his literary club again, and he was actually the president, and he had several essays copied from elementary school students’ online essays. I am really angry and hateful. What kind of quality is this? Stealing the fruits of other people's labor is simply inhumane.

In order to let the happy boy receive the punishment he deserves and give everyone an explanation, I decided to make the happy boy's "crime" public. . I first entered the reporting area and asked Zhou. com left a message and wrote clearly about Happy Boy’s essay copying incident. Then I wrote a letter to the webmaster of our website, reporting this serious plagiarism situation to him, hoping that he could handle it properly. I sent another message to the happy boy, hoping that he would be able to step back from the brink, recognize his mistakes and correct them, and stop being stubborn.

I hope everyone will not copy other people’s works, respect others, and respect yourself. An Angry Thing Essay 2

Speaking of anger, I think of an incident during the summer vacation. Thinking of this incident, I still feel very unhappy.

During the summer vacation, my aunt and cousin came to our house as guests, and I was very happy - after all, I had someone to play with! At first, during the few days when my mother and aunt were at home, my cousin behaved politely and elegantly, but those were in front of them, not behind my back in front of me.

On this day, my mother and aunt went out to do errands, so they left my cousin and me at home. As soon as they left, my cousin ran to my room at lightning speed, followed by a wild run. In just a few minutes, my room was more messy than a pig's nest. I was so angry that I yelled: "What are you doing?"

My cousin paused, and then said to me "contemptuously": "It turns out that your family doesn't have anything good!"

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"Isn’t the computer just for you to play with all day long? Can’t you read all these books? There are so many electric toys and skateboards. What do you mean by ‘nothing good’?"

< p> "You misunderstood, bring me the delicious food, otherwise, hey!" I was very angry that he was messing around, and he was dominating my computer day and night for a few days, making me lose all my computer games these days. I was not in a good mood because I couldn't play. I wanted to say "no", but when I saw his clenched fist, I had no choice but to be a "good guy and don't suffer the immediate consequences". However, I thought to myself, you will be "dead" when my mother comes back later.

My mother and aunt finally came back. I "complained" to them aggrievedly. Seeing that the situation was not good, my cousin rushed to them and said, "It was my cousin who made the room a mess just now. He He keeps making trouble, but he still doesn’t listen to my advice.” Then he kept saying that I was not doing this or that. My mother believed my cousin's words and thought that I must be ignorant, so she "fixed" me. Thinking about it now still makes me a little angry. An Angry Thing Essay 3

Childhood is always happy and innocent, but there are also one or two things that make people angry.

That afternoon, during the exam, the teacher went out. Just as I was writing the essay, Xiao Zha, the classmate in our class who "studies two is worth one, playing is worth one hundred" suddenly went out. Curiosity made me put down my pen and wonder what he was going to do. One minute, two minutes... He suddenly came back and locked the door mysteriously. I was wondering: What is Xiaocha doing? At this time, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" sound on the door, which pulled me back from my thoughts. The classmates in the front row quickly opened the door, and the Chinese teacher came in. She had an angry look on her face and said angrily: "Who closed the door just now?" We all pointed the finger at Classmate Cha in unison.

Alas! One person made a mistake and the whole class was punished. The teacher told her original plan in a leisurely manner. We clapped happily with a happy smile on our faces. The teacher paused and said, After telling us the new plan, the blooming flowers on our faces suddenly withered. Let’s make up for our homework under the lights at night! At this time, we no longer abide by the class rules and cast angry glances at Classmate Cha. Some classmates even said: "Little scum, 666!" We all The class didn't think highly of him, but he remained calm and composed. The teacher slammed the desk: "Keep writing, what happened?"

The farce has subsided, but we can no longer accept it. . At this time, the bell rang. Our "powerful Qin State" packed our schoolbags and prepared to "cruel" this "weak Wu State" together after class.

This farce ended amidst our noise.

Although I have a lot of homework, I suddenly want to thank Xiaocha, who made my homework tonight more colorful. An Angry Thing Essay 4

Yesterday after school, my mother and I went to the market to buy vegetables. Mom asked me to wait for her here while she went to buy groceries. Suddenly, someone shouted loudly: "Food is cheap, come and buy it." I saw the old man opposite shouting. A young woman walked up to the old man and asked, "How much does this vegetable cost per pound?" The old man replied, "8 cents per pound!" The young woman rummaged through the old man's basket and said, " This dish is so bad, and it costs 8 cents. It’s too expensive.” After saying that, the young woman turned and left. The old man felt pain as if a tiny needle had pierced his heart. At that time I thought: "This young woman is so immoral. If you don't want to buy it, don't buy it. She even goes through the old man's basket. The basket is what the old man dug from the ground in the morning, and it is the harvest of the old man. Why did this young woman waste it?" Not long after, a young aunt came over and asked, "How much does this dish cost?" The old man replied, "8 cents per pound!" The young aunt thought it was too expensive. , I was bargaining with the old man there, but the old man never agreed. The young aunt thought about it and decided to buy it, so she bought two kilograms of vegetables from the old man. Suddenly, the old man’s face showed a satisfied smile! An Angry Thing Essay 5

"It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat was dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of food on the plate was hard work." This is an ancient poem that a three-year-old child can recite by heart. But who can truly understand the meaning of this poem? Every grain of rice in our bowls is the fruit of farmers’ labor. In the scorching sun at noon, people are taking a rest, but the farmers are still weeding the seedlings in the fields, sweating profusely and unable to take a rest. Sweat dripped into the soil under the seedlings and was absorbed by the seedlings. But who can truly appreciate the hard work of farmers? Nowadays, people's lives have become more prosperous, and they have long forgotten all the "thrift and frugality" of their ancestors. Today, I encountered something irritating. In the morning, I was walking on the way to school. A student who looked like he was in third or fourth grade was walking in front of me. He was holding a bottle of yogurt in his left hand and a bowl of fried vermicelli in his right hand. There was also a piece of bread in the side pocket of his schoolbag. He was so greedy. I was salivating without breakfast. The little classmate was gnawing bread and sucking yogurt. Seeing him eating with gusto, I couldn't help but swallow. But whether it was because the bread didn't suit his taste or for some other reason, the little classmate frowned, threw the bread away, and strode forward as if nothing had happened. I suddenly felt contempt for the little boy and thought: No matter how rich you are, you can't waste food! Since you bought it, you should eat it all. Even primary school students are so extravagant and wasteful, then in this society... Thrift is a virtue, frugality is a kind of wisdom; waste is hateful, and waste is a waste of the fruits of farmers' labor. Everyone should understand that food is hard-earned and should cherish it. An Angry Thing Essay 6

Today, the autumn air is crisp and the wind is sunny. The warm breeze blew my hair, which felt very comfortable. Squinting at the rays of sunshine coming through the window, imagining a beautiful day.

Today is Saturday, and my father promised to take me to the amusement park. I was really excited, after all, it was my first time to go to an amusement park. "Lili, get ready quickly, let's go to the amusement park!" "Okay. I'll be ready in a minute." Hee hee, this is dad's voice, the amusement park of my dreams is here!

After riding all the way, we finally arrived at the amusement park. What caught my eyes was a large and colorful castle. "So beautiful!" I couldn't help but sigh. Just when my father and I were about to enter the beautiful big castle, a young brother walked up to us and said, "Hello, if you want to enter the amusement park, you must buy this map," the big brother said. "Well, my map only costs 30 yuan, but if you enter the amusement park, the map will cost 50 yuan," the elder brother said to us. So, we reluctantly bought a map.

"We can finally go in." I thought to myself. But when my father and I entered the gate of the amusement park, the conductor said to us, "Oh, you have been cheated. The map inside is free!" After hearing this. My father and I were very angry.

In this era, why do we always think of some deceptive means to make money? You have to be down-to-earth!