Childhood memories are as numerous as flowers in spring, but there is one thing that I can't forget for a long time, just like the most beautiful flower in a hundred flowers.

I remember when I was only six years old. My grandmother keeps a cute little black cat called Daidai. Its round little face has a pair of big eyes like sapphire, watery and covered with black and white hair. What annoys me most is wearing a glib tongue and asking me for food in a voice as sweet as honey.

Once, I was bored at my grandmother's house, so I asked Dai Dai to worship me as a teacher and teach her to read. I asked Dai Dai to sit in the chair first, but he couldn't change his active habit. I coaxed him out of sitting quietly for a long time. I was in a hurry, so I simply tied Dai Dai to the chair to see if it was still restless. Dai Li meowed for my sympathy, but I didn't buy it. I turned and took a small blackboard and wrote a word "one" on it with chalk. I think we should start with the simplest word "one", so that day after day and year after year, Dai Dai can become a cat doctor. I asked Dai Dai to hold the chalk with melon seeds and try to write a word "one" on the blackboard, but Dai Dai didn't listen. Instead, I scratched my fingers with melon seeds. I panicked, so I went to wash it. After washing, I wiped it with alcohol.

I felt wronged when I was caught by a cat. I have been scolding Dai Li and saying, "It's ungrateful for a dog to bite Lv Dongbin." Suddenly, a good idea came to my mind. I kindly said to Dai Dai, "Dai Dai, do you think your melon seeds are annoying?" This will bring you trouble. " I paused and said, "well, I'll trim your long, pointed nails, so that you can get rid of this curse and save me this trouble." Have the best of both worlds, okay? Let me know if you agree. "At that time, Dai Li was tied up uncomfortably. She screamed and struggled hard, which was the answer I thought it was.

As soon as I got started, I picked up scissors and carefully pressed the plum blossom melon on my body. It obediently stretched out the sharp melon seeds, then aimed with scissors and cut them off with a click. The nails I was wearing were much shorter, so I cut them off from the front leg to the back foot. You're finished. I dance happily in my arms, and I don't have to be afraid of it catching me anymore.

I told my grandmother about it in detail and thought, hahaha, this time my grandmother will praise me. I didn't expect my grandmother to pull up her face and yell at me. I seemed to be scolded, but my grandmother tried to scold me, but she took it back. She just said to me in a low voice, "silly boy, melon seeds are an indispensable weapon for cats to catch mice." Without the weapon to catch mice, cats can't catch mice, and maybe they will be bullied. " I listened to my grandmother and regretted it. I bowed my head and wanted to cry, but I held back. After a while, I asked hesitantly, "Grandma ... the cat's ... melon seeds will grow out?" Grandma smiled and said, "Yes! As long as you never cut its nails again. "

Although I can't cut the cat's nails now, it has taught me to think twice before doing anything, to do what should be done and not to do what shouldn't be done.

Remember a regret.

As soon as I saw the word "regret", I immediately remembered the thing I regretted.

That was two years ago, but I still can't forget it. After the mid-term exam, we looked forward to the spring outing, and finally arrived. The night before the spring outing, I was too excited to sleep. I got up early the next morning. After breakfast, I set off with dry food and a kettle prepared in advance. When I arrived at the station, there happened to be a car parked there. I proudly thought, God helped me, so I followed the crowd on the bus regardless. The bus started, and I silently chanted: Hurry up, hurry up, I want a spring outing. The car seems to know what I mean, and I'm happy to drive so fast. I am in a good mood when I think of the scene of a spring outing.

Suddenly, I tripped and almost fell. What happened? I looked out of the window and the car turned the corner. Huh? Why does the car turn here? It's time to keep going. I quickly asked an aunt next to me, "Aunt, what bus is this?" "This is the No.22 bus, son. Which bus do you want to take? " Aunt said kindly. Huh? 22? Oh, my God, it's over! It's over! I took the wrong bus! Well, damn it, I don't know which car it is. Why didn't you get on? That's great. I don't know when I can get to school. What should I do if my classmates leave? Only once a semester. Think, think, the bus has arrived. I quickly got off the bus and ran across the street to take the bus at the back. But God will punish me for my carelessness. The bus never came. Five minutes passed, 10 minutes passed, and the bus hasn't come yet. I am so anxious. I wasted years. I'm sure to be late. Who are you blaming? Never, never, never get on the bus without looking at the license plate.

Finally, a no.22 bus came. I got on the bus and changed to bus 15 at the central station. After all this, when I got to school at a speed of 100 meters, my classmates had already left. I looked at the empty and quiet campus and shed tears of regret.

A pity.

This matter has been in my mind for several years and has become my heart disease. I started to blame myself when I thought about it. I wish I had medicine at that time! If there is, I will buy it at any cost.

On that day two years ago, my mother gave me a set of stationery as a birthday present, which contained a small pencil box, five pencils with small flowers, an exquisite pen with patterns and a beautiful eraser. One day, I brought this set of stationery to school. In the afternoon, I was about to use my eraser. When I opened the pencil box, I saw that the eraser and the delicate little pen were gone. I looked for my schoolbag, desk, chair and glove box, but I couldn't find it. At this time, I saw that my deskmate had the same eraser and pen as me, and I thought he was the most suspect, because: first, he just stole something from others yesterday; Second, this morning, he said that my eraser and pen look good, and he also wants them. So I said he was a suspect, so I quarreled with him. I said he took my things, but he kept arguing that he didn't take mine. So we quarreled until school was over, and there was no result. Because of this, he really couldn't stay any longer and had to transfer.

A month later, when I came home from school to clean my room, I found my eraser and pen. At this time, I regretted it.

It's been two years since this incident, but now every time I see an eraser and a pen, I can't help feeling a little regret and sigh.