There are happy times in life, happy times, and of course there are regrets, and the most memorable ones are often regrets. The following is a 500-word example of the most regrettable thing I collected for you. I hope you like it.

The most regrettable thing is that everyone has had regrets, and I am no exception. Let me tell you something I regret now.

I remember one time, I was at home and my grandparents were at home. I turned up the TV, and my parents rang the doorbell on the first floor when they came back from outside.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring in the room and asked my grandmother to answer the phone. My grandmother is hard of hearing and didn't hear my mother ring the doorbell. Just heard me put grandma on the phone. Our family has a doorbell phone and a mother-child phone. Grandma didn't understand which phone I wanted her to answer, so she asked me. I was a little impatient, so I scolded grandma, and grandpa heard me.

When mom and dad came home upstairs, grandpa told them about it. Mom and dad were washing their hands, so she called me over and asked me why I scolded grandma. Suddenly I felt that I was wrong and I was speechless. Mom asked me to apologize to grandma, and I immediately apologized to grandma.

After apologizing, I went back to my room and thought for a while. I don't think I should do that. I think it was wrong of me to do that, so I feel very guilty!

I regret it very much I shouldn't say grandma, because grandma's ears are not very good.

What I regret most is playing football, which was originally a happy and well-known sport, but I used it to undermine classroom discipline. Here's the thing:

On April 3, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the first math class in the afternoon. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher came into the classroom with a USB flash drive, and we started our math class trip. The teacher first told us how to calculate the degree after folding a square piece of paper into a triangle. At first, I was interested. Later, I felt that the teacher was too bored to always talk about a topic on a piece of paper, so I took out a book from my schoolbag and kept a diary seriously. After a while, it was discovered by the teacher. The teacher motioned for me to take it back, so I put the book away and continued to listen to the class. But these criticisms didn't make me completely take back my mind in class. When my pen fell to the ground and I leaned over to pick it up, I found a football under the desk of the classmate next to me. It was kicking and sliding at the classmate's feet. Very interesting. I was so excited that I forgot it was a math class and asked my classmates to lend me the ball for a while. I hooked the football with my foot and started a super-small penalty shootout with my deskmate Tian Tian, whispering "Go away!" "Coming" and "Target" ...

Doing bad things will always be found. Sure enough, the teacher found that we had been looking down at the blackboard. It happened that the football flew over Tian Tian's foot and stopped in the aisle. The teacher understood what was going on and didn't speak. He just stared at me with sharp eyes, as if to put my body through two holes. My heart is pounding and I'm afraid. I didn't listen carefully in a math class and kept making mistakes! I was remorseful and began to be angry with myself. How can I not control my behavior? After class, I was called to the teacher's office. The teacher severely criticized me and called my mother. My mother also criticized me on the phone for doing things regardless of occasion. She told me to apologize to the teacher at once and promised to listen carefully in class and never do anything irrelevant to the class again. I cried, apologized to the teacher with tears in my eyes, and promised never to do this again.

I really regret it! It's better to listen to a 40-minute class and learn something. I played a big class like this, but I didn't attend class, which affected other students and made teachers and parents angry and worried. Really not worth it, meaningless! I will listen carefully in the future and never do such a thing again.

The most regrettable thing is that there are happy things, sad things and regrets on the colorful road of life. I once did something that I deeply regret.

That was in the second grade. Once, my mother took me to my grandmother's house to play. As soon as I came to my grandmother's house, I went to play with my cousin. However, I searched the whole room, but I couldn't see my cousin's shadow. So I asked my grandmother, and she replied, "I don't know where that cousin went to play, maybe in the sand." Hearing this, I hurried to the beach and saw my cousins gathered together. I didn't know what they were doing. I shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?" My cousin rushed to my side and whispered, "Do you want to die? So loud, we are burning other people's sweet potatoes! " Hearing this, I cried with surprise: "Ah! You are burning someone else's ... "Before I finished, my cousin covered my mouth and said," I told you not to be so loud! You are so loud, are you not afraid of the' August 15 th' flowering? " I said, "Of course." I think: the teacher said it is not good to destroy other people's things. I advised them: "This is not good! If you know, can you? " Cousin said, "Well, what are you afraid of? Who knows this except heaven and earth? " I said humorously, "Sweet potato knows. If he runs to tell grandma, you are dead. " Hearing this, my cousin smiled and said, "I have eaten the sweet potatoes. How can it know? " I thought again: yes, I'm not afraid, no one knows. So I picked one up and burned it. Burning and burning, the sweet potato showed a smiling face-the skin cracked. There is still a smell, and my cousin said, "Well, it's time, brothers, let's eat." We listened to it and immediately peeled off the skin of the sweet potato and ate it. Well, the baked sweet potato tastes good. Suddenly there was a shout: "What are you doing?" We were all frightened, and immediately left the delicious sweet potato. Later, the man told this story to grandma, and grandma said to us, "son, don't destroy other people's things for the sake of temporary greed." Those things were bought by others through hard work! "We all bowed our heads in shame.

This incident really made me regret that I was too playful.

What I regret the most is what happened a few years ago, which is what I regret the most. I still feel scared when I think about it now. The irreparable scar I left my father has been deeply touching my heart.

I remember that there was no car at home at that time, and my father rode a motorcycle to pick up my mother every day. That day, my father and I went to pick up my mother. When we drove to a slope, my father suddenly didn't answer the phone and only held the car with one hand. I looked at the free throttle, and suddenly I had "evil thoughts": it is more arrogant to watch my father ride a bike at ordinary times. When I pull the throttle, the car will drift from side to side. How awesome! Today, I also want to give it a try! After much deliberation, I made a very regretful move-extending my "evil hand" to pull the throttle. As soon as the accelerator is stepped on, the car is like a wild horse out of control. With a long hiss, it flew out. Dad got a fright and stepped on the brakes, but he still didn't avoid a tragedy-we fell down with people and cars. I got up and looked at my father stupefied. He shielded me with his body. His arm was injured, the palm-sized wound was bleeding, and the bright red wound was bloody. Dad covered the wound with his hand and didn't cry out in pain. But from his painful expression, I seem to feel that pain is constantly attacking him and crushing him. I panicked, so I called my mother quickly. My mother answered the phone. I said my father was injured, but she was dubious and asked me if it was true or not. I was in tears and my mother realized the seriousness of the situation. The other end of the phone is also beginning to worry! Mom asked me to help dad to the hospital quickly.

I quickly helped my father and stumbled to the hospital. I thought all the way: I'm sorry, dad, if I'm not naughty, you won't get hurt. I'm sorry! Thinking about it, I burst into tears.

The hospital is nearby. When we walked into the hospital, the doctor quickly bandaged my father. After a while, the hand was bandaged. I saw it and ran to him in tears. Dad said to me, "don't cry, it's okay!" " The doctor said it would be all right in a minute. "I am filled with shame. Dad has a needle in his hand. It must hurt.

After this, I deeply regret it. When I untied the bandage, I left a scar on my arm. Because of my naughty, I brought him harm. I have always been full of apologies to my father, and I regret it even more. Dad, I'm sorry!

The most regrettable thing is that memory is like a big pocket, which can put everything you have experienced one by one. Open your pocket, there are happy things and sad things in it. In my memory pocket, there is an indelible black spot-something that I can't forget or regret so far.

At the age of ten, I am still naive. I went to grandpa's house in the summer vacation.

One morning, my grandparents went to farm, leaving me alone at home. I lay in bed bored and stared at the wall. I was trying to find something to do when I heard two giggles. When I got up, I saw the old hen incubating her chicks in the henhouse. Then, I remembered what my grandmother said, "The chicken will be born soon". I was so eager to see what the chicken looked like before it hatched, so I came to the bird's nest gently and wanted to reach for the eggs. But before the hand reached out, it was scared back by the old hen. My hands trembled, but my curiosity overcame my fear. I ignored the willy-nilly, pressed the old hen, grabbed an egg and flew away.

Looking at the "trophy" in my hand, I was flattered. Hot eggs are spinning in my hand, and I don't know how to start. When I hit the stone, the eggshell broke into pieces. Suddenly, the yolk that has not been completely absorbed was added to my hand by bright red blood. Looking inside, a lovely chicken nestled in it, with two small eyes and a white mouth, which made people fondle it, but it twitched and stopped.

I realized that I had killed an unborn baby myself. I hated and feared in my heart, so I found a remote place to bury the chicken, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Chicken, I'm sorry that you left before you came to this world because of my curiosity and naivety. I will never forget this regret that remains in my heart.

The most regrettable thing is that the fox made a fortune outside and lived a happy life after returning to the forest. But before you know it, it is old. The fox panicked and tried his best to live a few more years. So he opened a time currency exchange shop, which can exchange 1 month 1000 yuan. Needless to say, this method is really effective. In just one afternoon, the fox harvested for three years. He is ecstatic because he has three more years to live.

It happened that a little bear was bullied at school, and a rich classmate called him poor, saying that he didn't even have a car at home, so he must be poor. Passing through Fox's exchange shop, he couldn't help thinking: I still have plenty of time anyway, so I might as well buy a 40-year-old BMW! So the next day, a 40-year-old bear drove a BMW to school, which immediately caused a sensation in the whole school. It is said that it even made the news-after this hype, the fox's business became even more popular.

Unconsciously, another 40 years passed. The life span of the fox has not been shortened, but has increased by more than 300 years. One day, an old bear came up with a cane and said to him, "Fox, I traded with you for 40 years 40 years ago. I want to return it now, can I? "

"Sorry, I don't provide return service here," said the fox with a smile. Hearing this, the old bear had to leave disappointed.

After a few days, the fox always felt something was wrong, because no one came to sell time these days. He was puzzled and decided to close down for one day and go out to see what was going on. Before he walked a few steps, he saw another time exchange shop, and the purchase price was twice as high as his own. A look at the owner, isn't it the old bear who asked for a return the other day? In his eyes, there is no pride that successful people should have, only tears of regret. ...