Do I want to send it to you? Word file Who says teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, Cutting away the troubles and demonstrating the ideas of the topic composition. With the increase of age, middle school students who have just entered the journey of teenagers have sprouted their youth consciousness, and their childishness and maturity coexist, and their troubles and happiness have increased. Once we have troubles, melancholy and sadness will hang over our hearts, and life will lose its luster. Have you ever had such an experience? Please make a list of the troubles you have encountered, choose one or several things that you are most worried about, and make some careful analysis to try to put an end to your troubles! Please write a composition on the topic of "growing pains". The topic is self-drawn; Style is not limited except poetry and drama; Don't appear real school celebrity names in the text; No less than 6 words. [Explanation of test questions] This is a typical "topic composition". Topic composition is a new way of proposition in recent years. Students can draw up their own topics, choose their own materials, make their own ideas, and choose their own styles suitable for their own strengths, as long as they are within the scope of "topics". (1) The extensiveness of the material "Growing pains" is an extremely broad topic. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. First of all, there are many types of growing pains, which come from life, study and communication with classmates ... In short, as long as they are pains, any thoughts on people and things can be included in the writing scope of this topic. Candidates should pay attention to the selection of materials and strive for novelty. Old materials, which have lost their vitality, will not cause repercussions when written, while novel materials and articles can make people find everything new and refreshing, causing * * * to sound. (2) Diversity of styles If candidates usually have original opinions and arguments can often convince readers, then they can choose argumentative writing to show their talents; If the candidates have more feelings in their minds, they can be written in the form of discussion and lyricism; If candidates have personal experience and think they are touching, and are good at narration and description at ordinary times, they can choose narrative writing. The condition of "unlimited style" provides a broad world for candidates to gallop and develop their strengths. Candidates should master the above "coping tactics" when writing in the senior high school entrance examination: winning by familiarity. (3) The original life of thinking is the source of writing, and writing should focus on the center and have a theme. If you want to write a unique understanding of your own troubles, candidates can expand their thinking and write personalized articles, so as to achieve "no one has me, no one has me, no one has me new, and no one is new and I am refined". [Excellent example] Growing pains Warm winds have brought early summer, cicadas have accompanied midsummer, and before you know it, troubles have been with me. The title of the composition "Growing Pains" makes me have infinite feelings to pour out as soon as I see it, full of complaints to vent, and full of melancholy to confide. What a kind topic! Trouble, like fog, like rain, like wind, haunts me. Worry is my daily routine and my frequent visitor. The troubles of exams, homework and practice came to me mercilessly. Countless knowns, proofs, proofs and answers are waiting for me. Example 1: It's known: It's Shatian time, and at 22: 25 at night, there are two compositions, more than ten pages of math problems, several pages of English homework and history papers ... My brain is urging me to go to sleep. Beg: Continue to do it or go to bed? Analysis: Go to sleep. No, no. If I don't finish my homework, what kind of face and eyes will the teacher treat me tomorrow? What will happen to me? If I had known this, I shouldn't have played in the afternoon. But as a child, how can I not play? I am a child first, then a student ... Alas, go to sleep! Correction: finish your homework quickly, who told you to play in the afternoon. You are a student first, then a child, and an obedient child! Do it! Corrector: Teacher's correction: Keep doing it, the sea of suffering is endless. Proof: I don't want to grow up, don't grow up. Ex. 2: It is known that last year's clothes can no longer be worn this year. Solution: I am taller than last year, and I am growing up. Correction: just grow up, not grow up. Corrector: My parents prove that I don't want to grow up and have to grow up. Example 3: It is known that there are 7 classes every day, and there are two evening classes, with a semester of 2 weeks. I have read books and done more than hundreds of exercises. Q: What have I learned? Solution: 1 I can write a composition; ○2 I will read articles; ○3 I can do reading questions; ○4 I can solve equations; ○5 I can solve application problems; ○6 I can use computers; ○7 I can draw; ○8 I can type ... It seems that I didn't waste time. Ten years ago, I only ate, drank, pulled, scattered and slept. Correction: I want to grow up, and I am not afraid of the troubles of growing up. Corrector: Prove by myself: I want to grow up, and I want to grow up quickly. I want to say: teenagers are not afraid of worry, teenagers know the taste of worry, and the troubles of teenagers' growth are not worrying. [Comment] This paper describes the mentality of some contemporary middle school students in the process of growing up, aiming to remind the education management department to solve the problem of heavy academic burden of students as soon as possible, with profound ideas. The article shows a positive attitude towards life and is enlightening to teenagers. Growing pains grow-worrying and happy, but more surrounded by worrying contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a teenage girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I am worried about a double-faced me. At home, I want to play the role of a good girl, and only where there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have is oppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it. This double-faced me confuses me, and I don't want to be a gentleman again and be myself all the time; But my mother has always been proud of having a daughter like me. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always talks about it: girls should have a seat, a stand, and not laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I have heard all this inside out, and I can almost recite it backwards. My mother is just "routine" and repeat it. But in my opinion, these are putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh loudly, dance heartily and sing heartily with my classmates ... and enjoy the joy of growing up freely. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But these can't stop us, and we are still having our fun. What kind of me am I: my mother's good girl? Vibrant teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is a double-sided me again, but I love this me, this double-sided me. The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing, feeling growth, enjoying happiness and enjoying troubles! I don't know when the growing pains have been combined. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his old man's carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left more and more troubles to us. As I grow up day by day, there are many troubles around me. Most of the things that happened at school are unwilling to talk with parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want to make my ears suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write everything I want to say in a notebook every day, that is, a diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate it and solve your own problems. It started well, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I had something to hide from them. (Some of them really don't want them to know) That day, I came home from school, finished my homework, and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been moved, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. Instead, they said openly that it is their duty to know everything about me. I can't stand it. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why do you take it away so selfishly, just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when we grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel! Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun shines, it is inevitable that there will be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study and from communication with classmates ... However, it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat them correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Little boy, little worry, carefree and happy ......... "Whenever I hear the third grade children sing this song, my heart is always sour ... When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up. But when I really grew up, there were many troubles. When I grew up, my homework gradually increased like a hill. After school, I dare not play and read my favorite books. I am afraid that my homework can't be finished. I can only try my best to make my pen squirm in my notebook. When the lights are on, I am riding a bicycle on my way home. The course is also gradually heavy. Whenever I go home to review at night, I look at a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or geography? Or ... How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to be one with them! But playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and I was not in the mood to play again. How I want to be a boy again, get rid of my endless troubles, and be a carefree child again ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Under the dim desk lamp, I stare at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again makes me feel. The sweetness slightly contained in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult" to have fun, and the seriousness of the teacher "inhibits" the laughter and the heavy pressure, and "creates" us in the dream-the growing troubles. Open the book of heavy memories, and the thoughts are a little bit, perhaps some past events that are tirelessly looking back. When I first arrived, a fragile me was aimed at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the "blood" field, but I stood up again with a "reading the book with a light in my sleep, ringing the bell in my dreams". During those years, I was confused in the dark. After studying, sometimes I also found a lawn that had not yet withered and yellow, and sometimes it was in front of my desk and by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone, and I will devote myself to busy study. It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling. My hard work has overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem to be the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but at this turning point, if anyone relaxes, it will be "a swamp thousands of miles away and a thorn bush thousands of feet". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what is waiting for you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters". Do you really want to let your troubles turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul, make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw attached to the back. These tiny things seem to be deja vu, and they seem to disturb us all the time. In the growing nature, the study that used to be like a breeze has been blown away in the depths of memory by stormy study and pressure attack. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the house has quietly disappeared. Taste the water that is "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the growing pains, "being bored", time "walking", and experience "more". Taste the tea again, and the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the mind. ————————————————————————————————————— Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness slightly contained in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult" to have fun, and the seriousness of the teacher "inhibits" the laughter and the heavy pressure, and "creates" us in the dream-the growing troubles. Open the book of heavy memories, and the thoughts are a little bit, perhaps some past events that are tirelessly looking back. When I first arrived, a fragile me was aimed at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the "blood" field, but I stood up again with a "reading the book with a light in my sleep, ringing the bell in my dreams". During those years, I was confused in the dark. After studying, sometimes I also found a lawn that had not yet withered and yellow, and sometimes it was in front of my desk and by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone, and I will devote myself to busy study. It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling. My hard work has overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem to be the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but at this turning point, if anyone relaxes, it will be "a swamp thousands of miles away and a thorn bush thousands of feet". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what is waiting for you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters". Do you really want to let your troubles turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul, make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw attached to the back. These tiny things seem to be deja vu, and they seem to disturb us all the time. In the growing nature, we used to learn like a breeze.