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I don't like eating, but every time I make a mistake, my mother always lets me finish my meal to punish me. One day at noon, I did something wrong and was scolded by my mother. That night, my mother and I passed by the snack bar and asked my mother, "Can I buy a lollipop?" Mom won't buy me snacks as soon as she sees it. I feel wronged in my heart, more sour than jealousy!
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One day, I didn't eat at noon because it was too hot and I had no appetite. I thought my mother would scold me at lunch time. To my surprise, my mother took me to eat my favorite food. I thought to myself, "Is mom short-circuited today?" Happiness comes too suddenly!
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Once, I was immersed in the ecstasy of eating snacks. I never thought that my cruel mother would take the rice away from me and say, "You can't eat too much at night." Oh, my god, you just took my snacks and hurt my self-esteem? ! But how can I be defeated so easily? I also left a hand to get into the quilt to eat, and fell asleep after eating. It is inevitable to have a bitter meal in the morning, and only one word is on my mind: bitterness.
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Although I love snacks, I often give ants food for nothing. Yesterday, I discussed with my classmates "Who are the Eight Masters in Tang and Song Dynasties?" I opened my mouth and said, "There are potato chips, bread, plums, lollipops, chewing gum, cotton candy, cakes and stars." The students burst into laughter, and I suddenly felt irritable afterwards. If I had known that reading was more reliable, I wouldn't be so greedy.
In my eyes, this summer vacation is bittersweet.
Bitter taste makes me feel a little sick at the sight of this word. However, I really tasted this taste in my study. At the beginning of the holiday, I get up at 7: 00 every morning, and I rush to learn Olympic Mathematics at 7: 30. Go home at eleven noon. After eating lunch in a hurry, I set off from home to learn calligraphy. In the afternoon, when I got home, I began to do my homework again. After finishing your homework, it's time for dinner. I'm going to learn English after supper. It's past nine when I get home from learning English well. I fell asleep in bed.
Sour and sweet, grinning for a while and enjoying it for a while. I feel the same way when playing. Once, I saw some people riding bicycles, their dexterous bodies. I can't help but envy. Let's see how many students will learn to ride bicycles. I'm not jealous. I asked my mother to buy one, too.
Sour taste: I just bought it and I don't know how many falls I have had. Learn to ride a bike.
Sweets: After learning cycling, my classmates and I rode bicycles in the community. Makes me feel particularly happy.
Spicy: I have been hearing this word, my nose seems to be sweating, and my tongue seems to have a burning sensation. I have felt the same way all my life. I have felt the same way all my life. I had a quarrel with my father once. As a result, dad was on a business trip, and when he came back, the network cable didn't know what was going on. The red light kept flashing, and dad mistakenly thought I did it, so he scolded me.
Look, this is my summer vacation.
Chapter 3: The bittersweet composition in life is about 450 words. I like calligraphy and practice calligraphy. For the sake of calligraphy, I had troubles and wanted to give up, but I persisted and tasted the ups and downs.
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When I first started school, my foundation was poor and I failed every subject. Comparing other students with my own, I sighed and said, "Why is my writing so bad?" ? How can you be so far away from others? "At this point, my heart seems to have eaten a sour grape.
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"Alas, how to rewrite it again?" I said to myself. I could have gone out to play that day, but my mother called me back to write. "This won't work!" She looked at my rewritten words and said angrily, "Why didn't there be a good one after writing so much?" No way, keep practicing! Practice, practice, practice, it's really hard to say that the mute eats Rhizoma Coptidis with bitter bamboo shoots and bitterness!
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I've been practicing for a long time and I'm a little proud. I often show off my words in front of my classmates. After reading their words, I said, "Oh, is this a word?" Almost like a chicken's footprint! "Seeing me like this, the teacher took my words and said earnestly," Writing is similar to being a man. Must be horizontal and vertical, complacency and impetuousness can't be written well. "After listening to the teacher's words, my face became red and white, just like eating red pepper, and my tears were coming out.
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Aggressive, I secretly made up my mind: I want to practice my handwriting well. Whenever I finish my homework, I pick up a brush and wave it. I practice it three or nine times in winter and three days in summer. Many things happen, and I write with great interest. I was rated as a "little calligrapher" by the school, and I was happier than eating honey. Learning calligraphy makes me taste the ups and downs, makes me happy, and makes me happy in studying hard and practicing hard.
Chapter four: A bittersweet composition of 450 words, recalling the past. There are many bittersweet things in life, and I also have many bittersweet things. Let's enjoy the bittersweet things together and taste my bittersweet things together.
Acid: During the final exam, my heart was pounding and I was uneasy. I'm very nervous. Little by little sweat stayed on my face, and my eyes were blank. I was in a panic. I thought to myself: the exam is coming soon, so hurry up and review. That's it. The exam will begin soon.
Tian Tian: After the final exam, I know my scores: Chinese 95, Math 99.5, English 99.5 and Science 97. I am very happy, and my heart is as sweet as honey. I was even happier when I learned that I had won the second place in my class. I thought to myself: Haha, I finally beat them this time.
Bitter: Once, we played games together, we were playing table tennis, and we took turns hitting each other. We played for a long time. Suddenly Mr. Mao strode in, and we didn't respond. Mr. Mao asked us who proposed this, and they all pointed at me. I have no choice but to admit it. I thought to myself: Why do I always get hurt? I'm in too much pain. I'm so sad!
Spicy: We go to church every Friday and Sunday. My mother just wants me to go to church. I don't want to go to church because I have too much homework, but my mother still wants me to go to church. I thought to myself: I have to go to church, but my homework must be finished, so I have to finish my homework before I go to church.
Xian: Today, we went to play basketball. Our team was too weak to beat our team and finally lost by a big score. My body smells salty. This is the salty taste in my life.
There are many ups and downs in life, and this is my ups and downs.
Chapter 5: The bittersweet composition of life is about 450 words. In fact, high school life is extremely wonderful and full. She is like a rich "Manchu-Han banquet", which allows us to accept the stimulation of delicacies, enjoy the ups and downs, and understand the true meaning of life value. ...
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Acid, I think everyone is particularly sensitive to this word. Its pungent smell can detonate our taste buds at any time. High school life is so "bitter" to enter high school, which means that we are farther away from our parents and can only meet once a month. There's no connection, like isolation. I seem to cry first!
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Rich and fragrant, it always reveals a little bit of happiness and sweetness, as if it were the sweetness of fragrant tea. So is youth, and so is high school life. At this stage, I have been thinking all day, but I am very strong but unstable about any emotion, expecting to meet like parting, staying in an unrealistic but hazy vision, and making that humble and sweet promise in my heart.
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"Wowotou in hand, not a drop of oil on the plate" Suddenly, a reform wind blew us back to the times. We live a very hard "three-point-one-line" life, and dreaming at night is delicious. Not only that, but it was particularly disgusting to see rich meals when I got home. Is this the result of the "selection" of the school canteen? Evil canteen, a school of pieces. Behind all this, is it the decline of morality or the extinction of human nature that makes us so miserable! In fact, these are nothing, more from spiritual bitterness, no! It should be suffering. In this turbulent learning atmosphere, I not only feel inexplicable pressure, but also my enthusiasm for learning is gradually deteriorating. I still know nothing about the remolding of knowledge, maybe. This may be an experience! Just get used to it! Work hard slowly!
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Spicy is my mother's contemptuous eyes and the teacher's persuasive and severe admonition. Every time I come here, my heart is always agitated and I want to give up a little, but there is an invisible force that drives me to stand up, stare into my eyes, and take my legs away like an arrow. Perhaps all this is for the best. I still have a sound soul and a thinking brain. I didn't fail and I didn't reach the finish line. I am standing at the starting line of life, welcoming a bright future. ...
High school life is neither too long nor too short, just like a special and rich seasoning bottle, which makes the "dishes" in our lives have more unique flavors. On this basis, I think high school life will be better managed by deepening skills.
Chapter VI: Bitterness and Bitterness in Life About 450 words Life is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, just like colorful painted pages, fresh and colorful.
Acid: Last Saturday, my mother went shopping. I had nothing to do, so I picked up a wet mop and mopped the floor. I get tired before I know it. Look outside, yeah! Mom finally came back. Seeing me mop the floor, there will definitely be a reward. However, I didn't expect that after my mother came back, instead of praising me, she scolded me a few times. I feel very wronged and sad.
Tian: It's Children's Day. What kind of surprise will I get? I am looking forward to it! On Children's Day, I forgot that day myself, but my parents still remember it. My parents asked for leave in advance and wanted me to have a happy and meaningful Children's Day. When I got home, I couldn't help crying when I saw the layout at home. I am perfunctory about my parents' holiday, and I have never surprised them, but I am very happy with them, just like eating honey.
Bitterness: Last time a classmate fell, I kindly helped her, but she said that I knocked her down, and she didn't listen to my explanation. I was so dumb that I ate coptis chinensis.
Spicy: I recently fell in love with a book and stared at it every day. However, when I was in class, I put my books in the drawer. One of my classmates spoke ill of me quietly to the teacher after class, which made my mother criticized at the parent-teacher meeting. So, I was criticized by my mother. What's more sad is that my classmates' eyes are coming at me in class.
But I forgot all this, except one sentence: life has ups and downs, and I believe happiness will always accompany me.
Chapter 7: The bittersweet composition of life is inevitable to grow up in about 450 words, and it is also worthy of our careful aftertaste. It is like a seasoning bottle, containing all the flavors of life.
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I can't help sighing whenever the test paper is handed out. I look at the red cross on my paper and the smiling faces of others, so I have to worry about my grades. Although I swore to my father yesterday, I am like a frost-beaten eggplant today. I looked at the mistakes I shouldn't have made and I felt sorry for them. It is hard to avoid being sad to think that my parents are going to have another "stir-fried green pepper".
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When I got home, my father asked me, "How was the exam?" I have to answer him truthfully. Dad suddenly became serious and talked about political lessons again, saying that I was careless in class and didn't listen carefully, but I was playing while others were trying. No wonder I didn't do well in the exam. I thought what my father said was true, and I felt guilty and annoyed. My nose is sour and tears can't help flowing down. I secretly made up my mind: I must work hard next time!
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Since then, I always bring back a few books every day. No matter how sleepy I am, no matter how attractive the extracurricular books are, I can still stick to it. Finally, "Heaven rewards diligence", and my grades finally went up. Although there is still a gap with my deskmate, I will definitely make progress. My heart is full of sweetness.
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After several days of fatigue, my energy obviously can't keep up. I don't want to be late anyway. I have a panda face on my face. As soon as I got to school, I watched a group of "friends in need" line up, so I had to stand there. The teacher's eyes on us are sharper than the sword leaning on the sky, which makes my face burning. I can't wait to find a crack in the ground.
Growth can't be smooth sailing, and it can't always be in adversity, but as I grow up, it tastes sour, sweet, bitter and spicy!
Chapter VIII: Bitterness and bittersweet Composition in Life About 450 words In life, ordinary little things are also permeated with great joys and sorrows in the world, which contains meaningful truth.
Sour: Birthday is a day that everyone is looking forward to, because there are sweet cakes and affectionate blessings. It is also a favorite gift. However, last year's birthday, I was depressed: my parents went out to work and it took a month or two to go home, which happened to be my birthday. You can only spend your birthday alone: no choice but to play games on your mobile phone. It's boring for parents not to spend their birthdays at home. I am sour, I feel wronged, and tears flow out of my head. When the wind dried my tears, I began to laugh again.
Sweets: Another May 4th Art Exhibition. I still remember that in the seventh grade, we only won a merit award, but this year we are still full of confidence. So, I rehearsed again and again, revised again and again, and used up all my spare time to find a teacher to practice in self-study class. Finally, we won two prizes, a second prize and a best typhoon prize. Although I missed the expected first prize, my heart is still full of sweetness.
Bitter: "Hey" failed the exam again! Glancing at my test paper, I stuffed my heart into my schoolbag and walked home with heavy steps. My mother questioned me in the exam, and I stammered "five ... fifty-six." Mom's face is getting heavier and heavier, and then a storm makes my face cold and my heart cold. After cooling down, I can only comfort myself like this: "Only after suffering can I be a master." Most successful people climb out of the pile of failures.
Spicy: In physical education class, the sun is like fire, and the teacher wants us to run 800 meters. Sweat dripped from the temples and ran down the chin. That feeling is still clear; Then there is shooting training. Although the basketball court is very hot and our faces are burning hot, we still practice shooting training with the ball. We didn't complain, because we are afraid of heat and spicy food today, and training will be more tiring in the ninth grade physical education exam next year.
In my life and study, ups and downs are all kinds of seasonings. When they are mixed, this is our life.