My diary of troubles 1 Everyone has troubles. Even if I am a little genius since I was a child, I have the biggest trouble. I am not good at sports, and I have no sports cells.
Since I started studying, my grades are among the best in my class. Teachers and classmates will look at me with approval. I feel very happy and have a sense of accomplishment. However, since I went to physical education class, I found that sports became my weakness.
In physical education class, the teacher asked the class to do sit-ups. Other students can do more than thirty or forty, and I can only do more than a dozen. 100 meters, the students can finish the race in ten seconds, but it takes me more than 1 minute. Not to mention long-distance running. In the 800-meter long-distance race, other students can easily run the whole course, but I can't run a third of the distance, and the rest of the distance is basically walking.
My classmates found my weakness and jokingly said, "Haha, it seems that the ancients were right, and no one is perfect." It seems that Decathlon's students also have weaknesses! "
Alas! This is the biggest trouble I encountered when I was growing up. It seems that we should not only study, but also strengthen our exercise in the future.
Diary of my troubles 2 Students, do you have any troubles? There are many troubles in my life. For example, leaving homework, being woken up by sleep, and not being able to write a composition are all troubles ... but what bothers me most is writing a composition.
I have a headache when writing a composition together. Every time I see someone hand in a composition quickly, I feel very anxious. But the more anxious I am, the less I can write. Every time I write a composition, I have no ideas and no good sentences to write. Although every time I write a composition, I will rack my brains, but no matter how I think, I just can't write it. It is precisely because of this that my mother sent me to the composition class.
On one occasion, I left a composition in the composition class. I was trapped there before I could write. I thought for a long time and didn't write a word. Later, the teacher guided me and gave me some ideas. I finally finished my composition, but the quality was not very good. Now when it comes to writing a composition, I'm still worried, because I feel embarrassed when I see that both freshmen and sophomores can finish their compositions quickly, while I'm still dawdling there and don't know how to write.
Hey! I'm in the fifth grade, and I can't catch up with my brothers and sisters. It's embarrassing. ...
This is my trouble. It bothers me every day. I must write more and practice more in the future, improve my composition and strive to bid farewell to this trouble as soon as possible!
Everyone has troubles, but some people are careless and some people are petty. Please allow me to say so. Careless people tend to ignore many disappointments, while petty people tend to face up to their troubles and let themselves be there, which looks like Star Wars. Who said you were haggard and had a face? Don't forget, or your face will be disfigured.
Who allows so many trivial things in the world? The days that really make me happy are only a few days. Whether it is me or others, I will tell myself without thinking: blame myself. I don't know if it's because I'm really sensible or because I'm smart, or because it's an occupational disease that I always make the final decision with more clothes and less clothes as a monitor. In short, I find it hard to believe that the world is wrong. This is also an indelible fact. But I can't give some examples to prove it. Please forgive me. It is naturally good that people will return to the earth after death. What shaped me like this? I'd rather be a walking corpse than a person who doesn't want to forgive myself. Living in an unknown world, enjoying your own happiness and loneliness.
It's my own fault, and I'm stubborn by nature and won't give up to the world easily. Since you can't change the ironclad fact, you can only change yourself and try to accept yourself.
Diary of my troubles 4 65438+1Wednesday, October 28th weather: sunny.
Life was originally happy, but I think my life always seems so heavy. Because there are some things I really can't accept. I don't know who to tell some thoughts in my heart, and there are no intimate friends around me. I can only tell my troubles to my companion-diary.
Something happened at home yesterday that I can't imagine-my sister-in-law had a miscarriage. I was surprised because my sister-in-law's abortion caused me a lot of inconvenience. The problem of eating for the whole family falls on my shoulders. Every time I eat at home, it's almost noon 1. It's time to go to school, but my homework hasn't moved a word. I can only do my homework while eating, and I always do my homework when I first arrive at school.
I was shocked to hear that abortion needs a month's rest. If my sister-in-law takes a month off, I will cook for a month in a row, which will definitely affect my study ... I can't hold on. I sincerely hope my sister-in-law will get better soon and help me solve my learning difficulties. In that case, my study pressure will not be so heavy.
My diary of troubles is changeable, just like people's mood. Everyone is happy when they come to this world, but they are not happy because they are born with congenital diseases and other diseases, or have no parents. Is a poor man. It is in this way that they get help from enthusiastic people in society. However, I am different. Although I have parents and a younger brother, I am not happy. Although I am my brother, my younger brother is always stronger than me. I am not as good as my brother in study, grades and so on. I was bullied in middle schools and vocational schools because a disease has been bothering me. No matter what I do, I am a fool in the eyes of teachers and classmates, and I am the only one in the whole family named Yang. Why did God treat me like this? Why?
In my life, I am doomed to be a loser, because no matter what I do, I will be looked down upon by people, including my parents, my brother and others. As an elder brother, I will set an example for my younger brother no matter what I do, but I have not set an example for my younger brother, but I have become an example for my younger brother. Although I work in my parents' company, I am not happy, because I just do my work with my mother's blessing. My life is doomed to be lonely and sad!
My Worry Diary Saturday June 6th Weather: Sunny.
"pa" ... guess what, the most unlucky person got a pie reward. On his way home, he had just reached the bottom of the house when he was hit by a pie. You said he was not unlucky. Here, strange things are yet to come! Well, I'm not going to keep it a secret. Let me get this straight. Listen up!
When he got home, his mother said angrily to him, "Come on, who told you to move the sulfuric acid bottle at school?" Fortunately, you are all right, but the whole school is about to collapse. " Tell you the truth, your teacher told me that after you broke the sulfuric acid bottle, you didn't get hurt, but you smashed a big hole in the school laboratory. What did you say?/Sorry? The school asked me to stay with you and watch me not kill you. Then he went to the feather duster. He said, help! He ran out of the door. No sooner had he stepped out of the door than a stone he looked down on hit him in the face! He hit the railing and passed out. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place full of castles and markets. He asked where this place was and soon fell into the well. It took him a long time to climb out and ask passers-by what this place was. Passers-by replied, this is the unlucky city! Before the words were finished, the passerby fell into the well, and he thought to himself, how could I be so unlucky! ! ! ! ! Then he woke up and it turned out to be a dream. He giggled. He got out of bed and with a bang, he fell out of bed. He thought, I'm not unlucky yet! Why!
The most unlucky person in the world has the most unlucky day!
My Trouble Diary 7 In physical education class, the teacher asked us to play basketball on the playground. As soon as I heard that I was going to throw basketball, I got bored immediately, because I am short and seldom throw the ball into the basket. "Well, the teacher said that the cumulative scores of two shots from five shots were all above 10, so it seems that I am hopeless." I bowed my head and said helplessly.
The teacher gave each student five chances according to the order of the students' numbers. The teacher also said, "Don't expect the bell to ring. You must pass the exam one by one today." As soon as my voice fell, I hurried to the side to practice, muttering, fortunately, my student number is behind, so I can cram for a while. Suddenly, the teacher reported my student number-38, and I thought: It won't be so unlucky, it's my turn soon! I'll listen carefully again-oh, my God! God, it turns out that the teacher reported it backwards. 8 reads like 6, really. At this time, the teacher reported again: "No.36", and my heart was pounding. Forget it. It's my turn to play. I walked slowly forward, picked up a basketball and threw it at the backboard. Once, twice ... even four shots are 3 points. Now there's only one chance left. If I hit it the last time, I can get a job. Unfortunately, I got 4 points in the exam, and my final score was 8 points. I am the worst.
Trouble can't be eliminated by sleeping. I think only by practicing and making continuous progress can we get rid of it.
My Trouble Diary 8 Everyone will encounter troubles. I'm in a big trouble.
My fault is carelessness. There was a math exam, and the test paper was relatively simple. I finished it soon. I looked at the clock. There were still 25 minutes left. I checked for a long time and found no mistakes. The teacher said, "Team leader, put it away." I immediately gave it to the team leader.
A few days later, the teacher handed out the test paper. I looked at the score, 78 points. I thought to myself: what should I tell my mother? I glanced at the test paper, most of which were calculation errors. For example: I regard 34 as 43 and 59 as 95, which is all wet!
When I got home, I thought: I can't hide this from my mother. I bravely took out the test paper and handed it to my mother and said, "Mom, I only got 78 points." Mother said angrily, "the exam is simple." As long as you are serious, you can get high marks. Your carelessness has been committed again. " I think: I must get more than 90 points in the next exam, and I must do the questions carefully.
Another Chinese homework is to make a piece of pinyin paper. Inadvertently make a mountain out of a molehill, it was written as "small pavilion and great responsibility", and the other "all over" was written as "cutting cloth" How careless!
Hey, carelessness is my biggest concern. Do you have your troubles?
Diary of my troubles 9 Speaking of my troubles, I have to start from practicing calligraphy.
After lunch break at noon every day, it is the 20-minute practice time stipulated by the school.
It was Wednesday. As usual, I took out my copybook, pen and copybook and began to practice calligraphy. The teacher is hovering around the classroom. I am afraid that the teacher will say that my handwriting is not good, so I dare not show it. Whether you blame it or not, the more you worry about one thing, the more you worry. After a while, the teacher turned to me, looked at my handwriting, frowned and said a little angrily, "Messi, I think your handwriting is getting worse every day." I feel my face is hotter than the hot water in the pot and redder than the maple leaves in Xiangshan. I can't wait to find a crack in the ground.
Coincidentally, as soon as I got home from school in the afternoon, my father who didn't go to work urged me to do my homework quickly and was still supervising me. Before I finished writing five words, my father said angrily, "Write better. You see your handwriting is getting worse every day. "
Alas, what happened today, despite criticism, even what was said was strikingly similar. I really suspect that they are colluding.
The next day after school, in order to avoid my father, I went directly to my grandmother's house. To my surprise, my illiterate grandmother also said that my handwriting was getting worse every day.
I can't help it After school, I will go to my classmates' home to finish my homework, and then go home.
Just because I can't write well, I am very upset.
My Trouble Diary 10 In order to increase my musical cells, my mother took the trouble to buy me many CDs of children's songs. This CD player heard "Don't worry, little boy …" and my head almost exploded. How easy is it to sing this song without worry? I have a lot of troubles, such as: careless exams, getting up too early in winter, and so on. I can overcome all these, but I have a headache in music class.
I'd rather recite more words, do more math problems or write more compositions, which are better than music lessons.
The book says: Music is art, it can bring us happiness and express our feelings. I can sing, but I'm not happy at all.
Every time it comes to the final exam, I feel very nervous. Looking at those jumping "bean sprouts" is particularly annoying, and my knowledge of music theory can still cope. But when I want to show my voice, I am particularly afraid, afraid of laughing to death, and I am far from going to Siberia. It is conceivable that I can't get excellent music on my report card! Alas!
Jesus Christ. Help me, give me a good voice! Then I will be better!
My diary of troubles 1 1 means that everyone has troubles, regardless of class or status. It is the same. Today we will share the troubles of two children ~
It is sunny on Friday, April 25th, 20xx.
Well, every night when I sleep alone, there are always dogs barking across the street.
Whenever the dead of night, there will always be dogs barking, breaking the peace of the night.
If only I could do magic. In that case, I can turn the dog into a chicken, which is not only quiet at night, but also can wake me up every morning.
Hey, when will this dog stay away from me?
It is sunny on Friday, April 25th, 20xx.
In my study, I met many difficulties, which made me very angry. For example: poor handwriting, slow memorization, sloppy exams and exercises. ...
In particular, I can't read the handwriting, which really hurts my brain!
Whenever I hand in my homework, the teacher always says, "Zizhen, your handwriting is really beautiful!" " "Whenever I hear it, I will bow my head in shame, especially when there are classmates. I will put my head under my arm and return to my seat with a red face.
I don't blame the teacher, blame me!
My diary of troubles 12 13 years old. Time is like a poem, just like the sound of the rhythm of life, the smile on the spring flowers. Twelve years old has passed, and the sky of 13 years old is a little gray, and this gray is like our growing pains. Senior high school composition homework is more "tired" than frolicking, and teachers' strictness "blocks" laughter and heavy load, and "achieves" us in our dreams-growing pains.
When we look up to English, we bow to beauty. The heavy burden is on our shoulders. What we can't escape is teachers' Ding Ning and parents' nagging. My parents keep telling me to study. After finishing my homework, I will do arithmetic, review, preview, recite composition, recite English and read sentences ... The teacher will certainly not let us be idle. Teachers will keep handing out papers, and we will keep doing them, which will make our sky a little cloudy.
Don't we have to endure the troubles of growing up, and I sometimes break out and listen to music indoors to relieve the load. In this completely private environment, we have to follow. From small to large, or adults have experienced it, but in their time, there is no heavy learning burden and learning load, and there is no nagging. In the eyes of adults, we are bright, who will care about our troubles? 13 years old sky, some gray. ...
Diary of my troubles13xxx xx xx Sunday x sunny
I have a trouble, that is, I am short. This worry has been hidden in my heart for a long time. I finally said it today, but do you know the trouble of being short? If you don't know, come and have a look with me!
Once, I competed with others for running, because I was short, others were tall and I was long. Of course, I didn't win the championship.
Another time, I was playing with a first-grade child and suddenly found that she was as tall as me. I thought, "Before long, she must be taller than me. What a shame! " Alas, who called himself so short? What a pity! I really hope I can grow tall and grow up, so I don't have to be ashamed.
Another time, after class, I helped the teacher clean the blackboard. I cleaned the lower part, but I can't clean the upper part. No matter how I jump in front of the blackboard, I can't clean it. Then I thought, "If only I could grow taller!" But it's no use thinking about it. I haven't grown at all, and I can't keep wiping. I can only move a chair and step on it with my feet. Alas, the taste of being short is really unpleasant.
Finally, I made up my mind to eat well, eat more nutritious things, jump, jump rope and swim. I believe I will grow very tall in the future.
Your troubles will be gone in the future, because you are determined to exercise and eat well ... I believe you will grow taller!
My diary of troubles 14 I think there will always be some troubles in everyone's life, because I have a lot of troubles.
"Jingle bells ..." The bell rang after class in the fourth quarter. As soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom, I heard several boys shouting, "Ah! Tomorrow is Saturday, and we can have enough fun. " But I was unhappy and thought, alas! The annoying Saturday came again, because I was going to be busy again.
Early in the morning, when I was still sleeping, my father came into my room and said loudly, "The sun is shining on my ass, but I still can't get up to do my homework." "So, I woke up from my sleep. I thought to myself: Saturday is really annoying. I have to make up lessons and do my homework. You'd better sleep more these hours. I stood up in a daze and went to the table.
I found my exercise book and am preparing to do my homework. I just found it and suddenly thought of an idea. I put my exercise book under the desk, so I lied to my father and said, "I can't do my homework because I left it at school." I'll pick it up tomorrow. " "But I didn't expect my father to give me money to buy another one. No way, I had to obediently obey orders and put on clothes to buy.
This is my trouble. Write papers, homework and make up lessons every day. Really tired! What's your trouble?
My diary of troubles 15 I went to primary school in an instant. At the end of the semester, I won the "Principal Award Fund" with honor-this is the highest honor! Once again, I received an important task from my mother-separating the bed. My mother told me that children who can't live without their parents are children who don't grow up and don't deserve the "principal's reward fund". In order to be a really good boy and win the teacher's breath, I got into bed with my puppy. After the story was finished, my mother put on a small orange lamp and gently told me to close my eyes and have a good sleep. After my mother left, I began to be nervous and afraid again, holding the puppy tighter, but fatigue made my eyelids heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep unconsciously. At midnight, I woke up again. When I woke up, it was dark and came at me like a demon. I was so scared that I couldn't help crying: "Mom, I want to sleep with you. Mom, I want to sleep with you ... "My mother who was awakened by me patiently comforted me, and it will be dawn in a few hours. Stick to it and you will win. But now I am more and more afraid, and I just want to jump into my mother's safe arms and cry louder and more urgently. My mother is a little disappointed. She reprimanded me severely and told me not to sleep with my neighbors, so as to stop me from climbing into the big bed in time. I hummed quietly for a while and fell asleep again. After dawn, I was greeted by my mother's familiar open arms and a kiss from my mother and father congratulating me on leaving the bed successfully. Since then, I have consciously slept in a crib every day. Not only my parents are proud of me, but I am also proud of myself.
Postscript: My mother told me that everyone will go through such a process of "pain" and happiness again and again, just like the metamorphosis of silkworms again and again, which is growth.