Rebellious composition

In daily study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition about rebellion. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Rebellious composition 1 It is impossible to have a smooth journey on our growth path, just because of these setbacks and failures. Let me surpass myself, experience myself, and grow sturdily in the storm.

Time goes by in a hurry, and time goes by mercilessly. I am no longer that naive child, but an independent and strong big sister. Looking back on the past six years, I cried and stumbled along the way, but we still gritted our teeth and overcame the difficulties step by step. Now in the sixth grade, I am overwhelmed by the mountain of pressure, and the difficulty is self-evident.

Now I am no longer the obedient and sensible girl I used to be. I have become a little rebellious, and adults say that I like to do the opposite, which is more comfortable. Those words of praise made me feel high and proud, but the words of criticism not only didn't reach my ears, but made me impatient, and a puzzling fire burned inexplicably.

Once in class, I was absent-minded The teacher seemed to know something and deliberately told me to get up and answer. I was at a loss and blurted out a few inexplicable words, which caused the students to burst into laughter. At this time, my face flushed to the neck, and I felt ashamed. I can't wait to find a hole to get into. But the teacher is still fanning the flames, which makes me even more angry. It's all my teacher's fault. Without her, I won't be the laughing stock of my classmates. A nameless fire rises in my heart, and I don't know how unconvinced I am.

When I got home, I could only take it out on my brother because I had a fight with him. My mother rushed in when she heard him crying, scolded me indiscriminately, and took my brother by the hand and left. Leaving me alone, I feel more sad and wronged, and tears are spinning in my eyes.

After that, I went back to my room, tried to calm myself down, grabbed a book by the bed and opened it. I didn't expect the contents of the book to attract me slowly. This book is really tailored for me. It tells my troubles and is my bosom friend. The book also introduces that children of our age have rebellious psychology, but as long as they learn to control it, they can grow up healthily and happily.

After being inspired, I thought for a long time and thought it was my fault. I immediately apologized to my mother, who was not only angry but also forgave me. Let me read the book carefully before I know my mother's good intentions.

From then on, I learned to control my emotions and not let "rebellion" affect my thoughts. As the saying goes, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" In any case, don't give in to difficulties, but persevere in fighting them and be the last "king".

Maybe we always face the day with a fearless attitude when we are very young, but when we grow up, we find that it is not like that. We are in adolescence. Hehe, at least at this stage we are still a little rebellious.

Mom; Play with me for a while. Dad: I want to eat ice cream on the roadside. Grandma: I will always be your obedient little boy. Grandpa: Do you think I can? Hee hee. This is what we love to say to our relatives before 10, and then after 10. ...

Lens 1: Mom, I told you I'm not cold, and you still want me to wear it so thick. Oh dear. Are you bored? I slammed the door and went out. That wind makes me cry and make trouble. Ah-ah ... I'm over my cold. It suddenly occurred to me that when I quarreled with my mother in the morning, I always thought I was right and hated her all the time. Well, I really shouldn't think about it now.

Scene 2: A long time ago after school, I ran to stop playing and went home. . Alas, my little ancestor, why did you come back now? You were so worried about us. Wash your hands and eat quickly. Take off your schoolbag. Oh, I see. You eat first. I eat out with my classmates. But I just warmed it for you. It's disgusting. The door slammed shut.

Then one day I saw my parents' white hair. Maybe you will be chilling. When you were young, they told you stories. Comb your hair and tell you the truth of life. When eating, they are afraid that you will spill your food on the table and watch you while eating. One day when you grow up, you will comb your mother's hair and tell them about your company. Maybe they will always lay a table when they eat. We always say that we should treat them well in the future. But then to whom? Let's not talk about it in the future. Let's do it now.

Therefore, we should love them, hold their hands and tell ourselves to listen to adults and study hard. Yeah, that's right. Sometimes it's not just words that make parents happy.

Composition 3 on rebellion There are often dazzling meteors sliding down the deep sky, which is beautiful but so short. With the change of age and psychology, there are not only thoughts, but also a little rebellion.

At home, my father asked me to eat, but I insisted on playing. My mother told me to wear thick clothes, but I insisted on wearing thin clothes. I didn't want to fight them in my heart, but ... this may be a tiny rebellion unique to me!

At school, the teacher asks for homework. I prefer reading, my classmates want to go east, and I prefer to go west. I don't want to be unhappy with them, but this is naughty rebellion at work!

When I walked into the street, I inexplicably felt an idea-I wanted to shout, but I didn't dare. A lot of ideas from childhood can't be satisfied, so I can only take it out on the unlucky doll.

Because of rebellion, I did some stupid things in a daze, so I had another kind of ideological trouble in my mind. Unhappy and upset with classmates; Run away with mom and dad in anger, worried. But I finally made up with my classmates, so I went home to eat and sleep.

I didn't realize the meaning of the word trouble until I learned it. Up to now, I have fully realized it in adolescence, watching athletes run and dunk on the basketball court and watching the graceful posture of dancers on the stage. Happy, cute, envious, even jealous, ha, that's ridiculous.

How to say adolescence? Is it the trouble caused by rebellion, or the rebellion caused by trouble? They are all so fictional, which makes me feel the beginning of generate's youth, and there is no rebellious end.

The reverie, memories, rebellion and troubles I left behind I asked myself again and again, is this true? Is this what you want most? Sometimes I cry, sometimes I am happy!

He is the most ridiculous person I have ever met. His name always appears on the blackboard every week. He always doesn't like to wear his school uniform, so he always shows off his fashionable T-shirts. He was once punished for sweeping the floor without wearing a school beat, but he was indifferent and was called "the most troublesome person" by the teacher. It seems that he is not a good student. But privately, I think he is a good classmate.

He is always happy and has a faint smell of soap. Whenever he walks past you, you can smell it clearly. I like the smell very much. What makes me wonder is, why does a boy who wants to be a gangster smell good? There's nothing wrong with calling him a gangster. He always likes to write "hip-hop" in other people's books and his own books. He always looks for trouble when something goes wrong, and sometimes he suddenly jumps up and points at a person and swears: "You are a psycho!" " As a result, the girls in the class often "flock to Europe", so his books are full of girls' "writing". It was a tragedy, even his school uniform was not spared. Even I can't help feeling cold when I look at it. Didn't you feel bad when I asked him? He also said with a look of "I am proud": "Look, this is cool!"

He-always smiling, with crooked eyes, showing his beautiful teeth. Although it doesn't have the effect of Korean handsome boy, it still looks quite easy-going. If there is no cunning and treachery in his eyes, he doesn't look like a good man. I really think he laughs best in our class. Not only he laughs, but also the people sitting around him often laugh. As the saying goes, "a clown is better than a dozen doctors." We all say, "A XXX is better than a car full of doctors." If you have insomnia, dreaminess and other symptoms, you can sit beside him for ten days and a half months to ensure that "the medicine will get rid of the disease"! One of his most classic movements is: waving his fingers in one hand and holding a book in the other, looking at you with swollen eyes playing computer and saying, "I am a stone!" " "You must be laughing and vomiting. Every time I clap my desk and yell at him, "Go to hell, you make me lose confidence in ancient beauty!" " "What changed was his narcissistic smile.

He is always dizzy. On the eve of the exam, he fell asleep in the main class as usual. I always pat his desk and habitually ask in a flat voice, "Did you play computer all night again?" He opened his eyes as red and swollen as a rabbit, blinked, looked at me, nodded feebly and murmured, "I am the third in the region!" " "Sleep dead again. After that, the teacher will appear tacitly, wring his big ears and tell him to sit still, which can guarantee that he will fall down again in less than 5 seconds.

He is always moody. Once, I had a whim and told him that I would write a composition about him. He didn't smile, just bowed his head and didn't talk, which made me dumbfounded. I also saw his dark face slightly reddened. I thought he would smile and say to me, write me handsome! I didn't expect this person who is thicker than the earth's crust to blush!

I don't like him, but I think he is very interesting. I like those students with good grades and good personality, but he is just the opposite: his grades are really poor and his personality is hated by everyone. But our class is much warmer because of people like him, and naturally we accept him as an "immoral" guy.

What a lovely person.

Black? foolish

He is the blackest man I have ever met. If you don't know him, you will think that he immigrated from Africa. But he speaks fluent Chinese, vaguely reminding us that he is from China.

He is always stupid. At the beginning of school, we had an art appreciation class, and there was a famous mural called Creating the World, which was a scene in which God created Adam. A classmate was bored and kept talking about Adam. Suddenly, somehow, he turned around and shouted, "Adam!" " "He stupidly replied," why? "

From then on, we gave him a nickname: Adam Huang. He's not a good guy either. He comes to school to copy his homework every day. Every time I find out, I can only be silly and threatened by us, and I beg with the voice of a child: "Dear big sisters, let me go!" Oooo ~ oooo ~ oooo ... "This made us feel even worse. He didn't know how to fight back. He is so stupid. I feel sorry for him.

Now, we are in the adolescence of "in the mood for love"! Of course it's a little rebellious! Speaking of which, I can't forget it.

Mom was not at home that day. Like a free bird, I flew out of the cage happily. Go swimming with my classmates. Speaking of swimming, I know seven things and six things, but I know nothing. When I, an authentic landlubber, entered the swimming pool, I thought, "When it comes, make it safe." . I can't help drinking more water, so I should spend money on water and make a fortune! So, I, a landlubber, played with my classmates. Play until the swimming pool closes. I looked at my watch and was surprised. It's already ten o'clock. I can't go home without chopsticks with meat.

When I flew home, it was already ten past ten. Mom is waiting for me with a golden hoop! I saw my mother crying, "Dragon Dragon". That golden hoop sticks to the indomitable spirit. As soon as I saw the battle, my resistance broke out. I stepped on the invincible hot wheels and took possession of the Bull B gun. Play 30 thousand rounds with mom Finally, I was beaten to pieces. Hey! Bad day.

Composition about Rebellion 6 Youth is full of rebellious breath. People in youth, every blood vessel, every pore has traces of rebellion. Rebellion seems to be one of the signs of youth, and indeed it is. There must be rebellion in youth. If youth is not rebellious, it can't be called youth. It can only be called youth at most.

The rebellion of youth makes us unwilling to be ordinary and unknown all our lives. So we don't follow the rules to pursue a happy and ordinary life. I know that we are all a group of people who would rather suffocate on Mount Everest than live comfortably on a small hill. Rebellious blood flows in all parts of the body, washing away our naked hearts, and we have a rebellious heart.

Because of a rebellious heart and a rebellious blood, we are no longer in the hands of our parents, and slowly snatch our destiny from them. We don't want to rely on our parents, we should be self-reliant. To this end, we have a gap with our parents. We don't want to take the road pioneered by our predecessors, nor do we want to advance on the road paved by our parents to find a rich but ordinary life. We find another way, change our trajectory, sail far away and look for dazzling brilliance. Because, when we come out of the womb, there are always dazzling lights around us, such as sunshine, lights, fire and so on. They get into your eyes and climb into your brain; So we can say that we are born for glory. We don't like fame and fortune, but we don't like ordinary life. So we fought back.

Because there is a rebellious heart hanging in the body, and rebellious blood is flowing. We are no longer like children: we think everything that comes out of the teacher's mouth is true. We firmly believe that what we realize is the truth, no matter right or wrong, as long as it suits us. Rebellion deified the teacher in childhood, and he was reduced to a mortal, leaving only the teacher. Rebellion also makes us hate education. Accurately speaking, it is not education, but heavy homework, and I want to pursue sweet freedom.

Because of rebellion, I don't pay much attention to the rules. We want to change the rules and don't want them to bind us. We want freedom, but not too much. Sticky youth is erosive.

Rebellion is with us, let us change ourselves and gradually mature.

We are young and proud. We are rebellious and we are happy.

Before 7 15 years old, I always thought I was just a child, a good boy with little knowledge and unique advantages.

But sadly, every day after 15, I don't want to think about it anymore. ...

Those young memories, such as laughing, crying, loving and hating, are not that important.

For us, this is a memory,

A precious and secret memory, so beautiful and so backward!

In this non-mainstream era, treason is an expensive fashion, which stands firm in the eyes of disdain.

In the eyes of parents and teachers, we are extreme and even wrong, but we are brave, strong and refuse to compromise. Maybe when we do something that others think is rebellious, we take it for granted, even for granted.

Finally, I grew up in the helpless sighs of adults and began to recall the past when I was young, only to find that those rebellious tracks of youth were so clearly engraved in our memories and lingering.

In other words, there must be a scar. When we are lonely, our blood is still boiling. Love is not that important, but I feel sorry for my parents and have been squandered by youth for several years!

Because I am young, I am fearless and omnipotent. We are not afraid of failure or starting all over again. After repeated failures, we learn to sum up and measure everything with a rational eye, with less impulse and more thinking.

Looking back at that green time and bitter scars, our dreams have just set sail, no matter how insignificant our dreams look in the eyes of others, at least we still have dreams. (haipu literature)