I really regretted my composition 1 at that time. In the long river of memory, there are many things that make us remember deeply, and everything has different emotions. That time, I remember it vividly and I can't forget it for a long time. If I hadn't done that, my sister wouldn't have left that little scar on her face.
It was a day two years ago. It's very late to get home after class. I was writing a composition in the dim light when I heard the door "shout". The door was opened by my mother. "Turn on the light, it's too dark, and your eyes will be broken." Mom said. I didn't even look at my mother and pretended not to hear. When my mother saw me writing a composition, she said nothing more. She walked up to me gently, turned on the light carefully, for fear of disturbing me, but accidentally bumped into me, and I was suddenly angry. "Why! Leave me alone! " Mother heard that I was doing my homework and didn't say anything, so she closed the door and left.
Time flies, I have been writing until 9: 30, thinking: "Finally finished!" " "But when I looked at the exercise book, I found that I still had one page of exercise book to do, and then my mother pushed the door and came in." Have you finished? "Go to sleep ..." Mother said with concern. Before my mother finished, I said angrily, "I'm not finished yet!" " ""Then take a rest ... "Before my mother finished, I roared," Are you bored? " At this time, my sister heard the shouts and entered the house. My sister is a night owl and won't go to bed until eleven o'clock at night. My sister stood behind my mother and poked her little head out from behind. In the past, I would go up and kiss her. But not this time. I was even angrier when I saw her. I threw my pen on the ground and went out.
My sister is chasing after me. "Sister, don't be angry." Said. "Stay away from me!" My sister pulled my sleeve with her little hand and I pushed her away. She was so young that I gave her a push and sat down on the ground. My jaw is broken and she is bleeding. My sister burst into tears. Mother carried her into the room to comfort her ... after a few days, my sister's injury healed, but she left a small scar on her chin.
Although the scar is shallow, you can still see it. I really regret that I took it out on my sister and hurt her when it was obviously my own fault. I really regret it.
On that occasion, I really regretted composition 2. I remember the most regretful thing I did was to kill a mantis. I happened to be watching the animal world that day, and there were many animal lives in it. I was fascinated when suddenly a mantis flew in from the window. Looking at this thing that fell from the sky, I immediately became curious. As I seldom see this mantis, I want to catch it and play with it. At this moment, I immediately covered it with a lid and prepared to keep it the next day. But I didn't expect that it was because of my ignorant decision that I ruined a life, and later I deeply blamed myself for it.
I saw that he was dirty when I covered him, so I brought a basin of water and an old toothbrush as a brush. I washed him some water, and just wanted to wash him with a brush, my mother came over and stopped me. Mantis can't stand such a "shock". Stop washing, or he will die. You'd better let him go. Look at his pathetic appearance! But I insist. In the evening, I put the box aside and went to sleep in my room, thinking about playing with mantis tomorrow. But the next day, I opened the box and looked, oh, my God! Mantis has been lying motionless in the box and is dead. I'm surprised.
At that moment, I really felt a little guilty. As a socialist successor, I didn't take good care of animals. I killed this mantis for my own selfish desire, and my mother reminded me. At that time, I really felt a little guilty, and I knew that it was my selfishness that made a life pass away. From that moment on, I made up my mind that I can only look at my favorite animals in the future, because we don't know what their living habits are, and changing their lives rashly will make them die. In the future, I must take a warning and make sure that I won't hurt my life in this unexpected way.
At that time, I really regretted that the flowers outside the window had blossomed and fallen, and the leaves outside the window were yellow and green. In a blink of an eye, I was thirteen years old, and when I opened my fleeting memory book, scenes of the past reappeared in front of me, but that one thing made me unforgettable.
It was a bleak late autumn, and I don't know why it is colder than winter this year. Walking on the way home, an inconspicuous figure came into my eyes: he was bent and ragged, but clean. The old man's temples are gray, and he is sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom. Several students went over, glanced at the old man and said that I really wanted to go up and uphold justice for the old man, but I never took that step.
The old man gradually found someone behind him and turned to look at me: "Son, if it's nothing, go home and don't catch a cold." I really want to apologize to the old man because I didn't help, but I didn't say anything. The old man seemed to understand my mind and said to me, "Son, I'm used to it." "Then don't you feel bad?" Finally, I said the biggest question in my heart, "What should I do if I don't feel well? I am such a dirty person that people will say a few words when they see me. I am used to it, nothing. " My tears came down and I looked at the helpless back of the old man, just like this bleak autumn.
Later, I learned that the old man had no children and was willing to clean the streets. The aunt of the neighborhood Committee advised him several times, but he didn't want to go back. Every day before the sun rises, the lonely figure is on the deserted street. When there is no one at night, the old man will say goodbye. He said that this street is just like his home, and it will be uncomfortable if it is not cleaned. Should those who are not surprised by the elderly reflect on themselves?
I have too many questions in my heart and want to talk to the old man. When I got up the courage to find him, the aunt of the neighborhood Committee said that the old man had not come for a long time. Grandpa, where are you? May your life be safe.
At that time, I really regretted it. Life was like an overturned seasoning bottle, with five flavors of sweet, sour, spicy and salty. When I am happy, it is sweet; When you are sad, it is sour ... On the way of growing up, many things bring us different flavors like spices. In retrospect, it is still in my mind.
"Jingle bell ..." Before I was fully awake, I subconsciously turned off the alarm clock. Suddenly I saw the information on the table-it's over! I promised to help Susie with her notes yesterday, but how could I forget? I got up in a hurry, washed and had breakfast. Then I picked up Susie's notes and rushed to school.
As soon as we get to school, damn it I want to do it at school, but Susie has come. Alas, God won't help me either. It seems that there is only one way for me to go-admit my mistake. I wriggled up to Susie's seat with my notebook and said, "Susie, I ... forgot to take notes for you yesterday." Well, do you think I need it? " Before I finished, she suddenly jumped up from her seat and shouted at me, "Why don't you keep your word?" Who told me yesterday that he would definitely help me? You are such a friend.
"I don't keep my word, so why are you looking for me!"
"Hey ... you, well, we break up."
"Break up break up. Who is afraid of who? " Say that finish, I angrily back to my seat. I looked back at her, and she was still there "blowing her beard and glaring at me"! Well, we'll see.
The short day passed quickly. When I got home, I kept complaining to my mother about what happened at school today. After listening, my mother began to criticize me: "This is because you made a mistake first. You didn't keep your promise to help others organize their notes. Can people not be angry? " On the contrary, you start complaining, and you don't think you should. "I listened to my mother. He hung his head in shame.
At this time, my mother's mobile phone received a short message, which was sent by Susie. She is apologizing to me. For an instant, an unspeakable taste came to my mind. I decided to apologize to Susie tomorrow.
That time, I really regret it. ...
That time, I really regretted writing 5. I can say I regret it to the point where I will never forget it.
I remember when I was in fourth grade, I took a unit test. I thought these questions were extremely simple, so I proudly started the test paper. I wrote everything that others didn't write, and I thought: ha! I have a high IQ First in the class! After the exam, everyone talked about it. Some people say they haven't studied, others say the exam questions are too difficult. I suddenly feel like Einstein's reincarnation. I told others "I feel good about myself", and others said "impossible, you can't learn, and you may not be able to write correctly after learning". I bet my classmate that if I wrote the right question, he would move my book for a week, and if I wrote the wrong question, I would buy him a pen.
A few days later, the paper was published and I was blindsided. Of the three questions that others can't, I only wrote one correctly. These questions took up too many points, so I got 12, and I only got 76 points out of the total! After class, the students who bet with me came to see my test paper and couldn't help laughing, just like what Li Bai wrote in his poem: "Laugh at the sky and laugh away." Then, I spent more than ten yuan to buy him two pens, and he helped me move the books for a week. It's really my fault. I'm too arrogant. I moved books for someone else for a week and lost more than ten dollars, which is not worthwhile. In the past, most students got more than 90 points, but this time they only got more than 70 points, which made the students a laughing stock. Angry! The more I think about it, the more annoyed I am. I want to take this test paper home for my parents to sign. What should I do?
When I got home, I tried my best to hide the paper in the book-no, in the cupboard-no, I did. I hid it in my previous paper. In the evening, my mother signed the previous test paper. I was overjoyed and secretly copied a copy of my mother's signature on this 76-point test paper. After copying the signature, I still feel uneasy. Ah, the more I am afraid of ghosts, the more damn I am. My paper was found by my mother. She felt that my academic performance was declining, so she immediately enrolled me in a remedial class! After attending remedial classes at least twice a week, the time spent playing outside will be greatly reduced.
I really regret not answering the question seriously, which caused a series of chain reactions.
At that time, I really regretted that life was like a cup of tea. Even if it is bitter, it is only a moment, and it is sweet. Life is like a movie. Movies can be rewound, but life can't. Life is a multiple-choice question with no hesitation and no retreat.
The sun shines obliquely on the balcony, and the birds outside the window are chirping and noisy, which makes me cruelly knead the dictation book into a ball. In the hot June, I promised her with confidence that I would not play again next time. She kept smiling and praising me, but in the end I didn't be strict with myself.
Junior high school started, and the sun shone obliquely into the classroom. The rustling of pens on paper makes me nervous. As a final review, I casually looked at the picture book, confidently threw away the textbook and hummed a ditty.
"Close the book and start writing silently." Her majestic voice rang out. "what! Dictation? What do you write silently? " I was surprised to find that I was the only one in the class staring at the front with empty eyes. "Write quickly, don't be in a daze, students in the last row." She stared at me and said with a smile. I took a pen and pretended to make two strokes in the dictation book. I wasted a holiday and forgot all the conversations in June.
Before I came to my senses, all the students next to me went to the podium to correct them, and the bright red 100 was released from her hand. The students on the side left one by one, without the cover of their classmates, and the dazzling sunshine spilled on my head, which made my scalp ache. Slowly, the classroom became empty, and her sharp eyes moved to me. I walked slowly to the podium with anxiety and fear.
Her smile disappeared and her face was gloomy, but it was not anger but disappointment that flowed out of her eyes. She silently wrote on the roster: The second dictation failed. She turned and left, giving me a disappointed figure.
I looked at the way home and saw the abyss of regret, but life can't be rewound like a movie.
Until now, memories are full of regret and pain. On that occasion, I really regretted it.
I really regretted composition 7 at that time. Sometimes, I may regret it just because I didn't do a little thing well, but it's too late to regret it.
I went home from school, and after dinner, I lay in bed. I'm so sleepy. Get some sleep first. Suddenly I opened my eyes. It's already half past nine. I'm going to bed. But before I did my homework, I jumped up and wrote my homework in a hurry, and casually wrote a few answers on it.
The next day, the Chinese teacher asked people to hand out homework. After I opened the newspaper, I closed it quickly. Just because there is a big dazzling "D" written on the back of the paper. Looking up, I suddenly saw a classmate next to me holding a piece of paper with the same big and dazzling "A" written on it. It seems that everyone around me is A, and only I am D, D, what a shameful achievement. I suddenly panicked. Some teachers won't criticize me, will they? Looking at the classmates around me, I feel as if they have isolated me and excluded me from my homework.
If I hadn't done my homework casually, maybe I wouldn't have achieved this result. Why didn't I do my homework carefully?
In Chinese class, the teacher really talked about it. She smiled and said, "Maybe you were tired after training yesterday, so your writing is very poor. You should revise it when you go back. " I am ashamed to hear that. How can those trainings be tiring? I am just lazy. I looked down, afraid to look at the teacher's face. My heart is pounding as if I had done something wrong.
When I got home, I quickly took out my paper, remembered the teacher's request and looked at my own answers. I don't know what I am writing. Read the article carefully and think for a while before writing. Although I regret it, it's too late, but I can write it again, the most serious homework.
This time, I really regret it. I want to be a good student. I don't want to form these bad habits in the new semester. I want to treat my study seriously and hard, so let this be my last regret.
At that time, I really regretted it. Life was like an overturned cruet. Sweet is happiness, bitter is sadness, spicy is anger, salty is regret …
"Ding Lingling ..." I was awakened by the alarm clock. I stretched myself and opened my eyes. Suddenly I saw a book on my desk that shouldn't belong to me. Shit! A trace of uneasiness crossed my mind. Yesterday, I promised to correct my deskmate's notes, but my homework was too heavy at night and I forgot all about it! I can only hope that she will come later and give me some time to correct her. I got dressed, grabbed breakfast, picked up my schoolbag and hurried to school.
When I got to school, I saw that she had packed up the things for today's class at the desk. I have goose bumps all over. It's over! It never rains but it pours. Who knows why she came so early today. As soon as she saw me, she said to me, "Where are the notes?"
I said hesitantly, "I ... I forgot ... I forgot to change it." I was waiting for this, and she gave me a good scolding. Who knows, she smiled and said to me, "I can understand you."
"But, check your notes today!"
"It doesn't matter."
Because I didn't correct her notes in time, she made many mistakes in her notes during the inspection and was criticized by the teacher. Throughout the process, she never "confessed" me.
At night, I lay in bed thinking about the morning, and I regretted it very much: it was my negligence not to check her notes. But she'd rather be wronged today than say anything about me. She hasn't blamed me. I should suffer for her! Thinking about thinking, a feeling of regret and guilt flooded into my mind. ...
That time, I really regret it!
On that occasion, I really regret that life is like a dream and the years are like songs. In my memory, I met as many things as the stars in the sky: pride. Lively. There are happy ones. There is-regret. ...
It is another sunny morning. Wan Li is cloudless and bright everywhere. Although it is beautiful outside, I am not in the mood to see it, because it reminds me of something I regret very much.
I remember it was also a sunny morning. The school holds a final exam every semester. As soon as I got the math paper, I took a look at it as a whole. "ah! It's so simple! " I am secretly happy. I started writing soon, and everything came so smoothly! I'm sure I can get full marks. Unconsciously, I have done the application problem. The first one is OK, the second one is OK, and the third question is a bit confusing. I watched it twice again. Gee, I got stuck if I didn't understand it ...
I thought to myself: the teacher said no. Empty first, then do it last. So I began to do the following questions, and in a short time, my test paper was finished. I went back to that headache, racked my brains and sweated, and suddenly a plan came to my mind: I might get a hundred points if I didn't look at my deskmate. However, at the moment when I poked my head out, I froze, as if two little people were fighting again: one said that I wanted to be an honest boy and couldn't do disgraceful things, and the other said that I didn't want to. How glorious it is to get a score of 100. Teachers will praise me, classmates will worship me, and parents will reward me. What are we doing? I was finally defeated by 100% strong temptation. I looked up and saw that my classmates were all immersed in reading or checking carefully, and then I saw the teacher reading the test paper! I made up my mind: look! I tilted my head slightly and glanced at my deskmate's test paper. Ah! Seeing the answer, it turned out to be 16. I did it again without hesitation. Hardly had I finished when the bell rang.
I really got a hundred points in the exam, and the teacher praised me by name, but my face was burning, my heart was beating, and I was restless, and I couldn't wait to hide under the table.
I really regret that time. I wish I had regret medicine!
At that time, I really regret that every child may lose his temper with his parents because of a small matter, and the final result is often that parents "surrender" and agree to meet their children's needs. One day, this happened to me.
Because I really want a pair of expensive shoes, I quarreled with my mother. That night, my mother said, "You already have a pair of shoes similar to it. Why did you buy them? " ? I'm not naked! "I argued with my mother," I want to buy them. I just like those shoes. " Finally, mom agreed. She said tomorrow is the weekend, so I'll take you somewhere. I agreed happily.
When I got to that place, I was shocked. There is rubbish everywhere. I was surprised when I saw the people in the house. That's not a house, it's a "room" made of sticks and boards. There is a girl about my age who has never been to school. Although it is deep winter, she is still wearing sandals, shorts and sleeves, shivering in the wind, and there is an 80-year-old grandmother lying in bed with a quilt. "So poor, do not have enough to eat, wear bad, for that girl, going to school is a distant dream, and you have always been, mouth to mouth, pay attention to clothes. You just grew up in a different environment from her, but the gap is so big. Why? " Yes, why? Mom's question makes me want to talk to me for a day. After listening to my mother, I regretted it. Why should I buy such expensive shoes instead of understanding my parents? Later, I donated the money for shoes to the mountain village. At that moment, I was very happy.
We shouldn't care too much about it. When you see those children in the mountains, I think you will regret what you have done.
I really regretted writing 1 1 at that time. Time can erase scars, but I can't erase regrets and regrets!
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I clearly remember that it was a summer night. My sister is about two years old, wearing a green vest and staring at me building blocks. As soon as I made them, my sister took them apart ... "Bang!" Then, it was my sister's loud cry and my mother heard it. She quickly got up from the sofa and came to us. I can't wait to cover my sister's mouth-because I'm afraid of her criticism.
Mother's footsteps are getting closer and closer, and my heart is beating faster and faster. The hand that hit my sister was wet and cold, and even a layer of sweat came out from my forehead. At this time, my grandmother also heard the voice. My mother asked me what was going on. I have a guilty conscience and dare not say anything. My sister cried and said inarticulate, "My sister hit me, which hurts." The moment my mother opened my sister's clothes, I clearly caught a glimpse of a red palm print on her white back, and my hearts were suddenly pulled together-out of love. I regret it. To be precise, I regretted it from the moment I laid hands on it. My mother glared at me angrily, and her eyes pierced my heart like a sword. I know I let my mother down. Grandma came to me and said, "How can you hit your sister? She is your relative! " I was in tears, and it was accurate to describe my mood with regret. Looking at my sobbing sister in my mother's arms, I can't wait to slap myself.
Finally, I was criticized by my mother, but I didn't complain at all, because what my mother said was not unreasonable.
With the passage of time, the palm print on my sister's body no longer exists, but the palm print in my heart cannot be erased. It always reminds me to restrain my impulses and be kind to my family!
On that occasion, I really regretted that the six years of writing 12 primary school passed in a flash. What makes me regret most and feel guilty most is something that happened between me and Xueba. ...
"Ding" went to class, and the deafening bell rang, and books began to be distributed in the class, which immediately made a mess. I'm on my way back to my seat. Suddenly, a book flew over and hit Xueba across from me in the eye. It turned out that the strong schoolmaster buried his face in tears, which was very scary. We quickly took Xueba to the medical room, and the medical staff treated the wound for Xueba, while the troublemaker and I stood quietly aside. A piece of sunshine shines in the medical room, which is very warm.
The deafening bell broke the silence. This is an information course that can play computer, and it is a long-awaited course. Just about to leave, I found Xueba still there, so I couldn't deal with the wound immediately. I thought to myself: should I go to the information class or accompany Xueba in the medical room? I'm confused and a little at a loss. At this moment, two angels, one white and one black, emerged in my heart. During the day, the special envoy said: "As a responsible classmate, I should accompany Xueba in the medical room to reassure him, instead of concentrating on playing games, which will be fascinating!" The dark angel said disdainfully, "Why are you still standing here with so many people around?"? It's no big deal to lose one of you around Xueba. The game is the true meaning. If you don't hurry to play, playing less time is a big loss. " I finally couldn't resist the temptation of the game and left with heavy steps.
After that incident, I never dared to face him, but Xueba took the initiative to talk to me, and our relationship eased a lot. This reminds me of a passage in Education of Love: Never let someone nobler than you apologize to you. I know it hurts him more than just physically.
At first, I didn't understand why I almost lost a good friend in order to enjoy the happiness brought by the game. I regret it very much. I made up my mind from that incident that I must think twice before doing anything!
At that time, I really regretted that my father had a video on his mobile phone. Whenever I see it and recall it, I feel deep regret and regret. There are many miracles in the world, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine, leaving only permanent regret. ......
I was a sophomore, but I was very naughty. On a Sunday, my considerate mother peeled apples for me in the hallway of the living room in order to let me eat some fruit. I was just about to pass when I saw my mother blocking my way and shouted at her, "get out of the way!" " "Mom paused, but still smiled and moved the trash can, stood up and put it down, and handed me the peeled apple. I grabbed the apple and walked away ungrateful. Dad stood by and said nothing. He took out his mobile phone and recorded a video silently.
Later, I went to grade four or five, and my teacher taught me a lot of knowledge. After reading the classics of Chinese studies such as Three Amethyst and Disciples Rules, I understand the truth of being a man: parents gave us life and raised us, and they paid a lot for us. "The first filial piety, the second letter." I should be grateful to my parents and repay them in the future instead of yelling at them rudely. After a while, my father showed me photos and videos of my childhood. In the video, the mother is bending over and peeling the skin one by one. A child staggered up and said, "get out of the way!" " Took an apple and walked away with a straight face. I was shocked. Oh, my God, is this me? I finally know how unfilial I was before. From then on, I began to appreciate my parents.
Now, I begin to think about my parents and care about their feelings. "But how much love does an inch of grass have, and you got three spring rays?" I will never make such a mistake again. However, that time, I really regretted it!
At that time, I really regret that people will experience many things, big and small, in their lives. They are like many stars in the sky. But how many memorable events are there? That time, I remember it vividly and regret it very much.
In the third grade, there was one thing that I regretted very much. It seems to be engraved in my mind and I can't forget it.
That day, I played with my good friend in the classroom. Just as we were having a good time, my good friend accidentally stepped on the boat I worked so hard to make and gave a bang. When I heard the noise, I turned to look at the floor and found that my boat had been torn. I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I quickly squatted down and tried to spell it well, but I couldn't spell it well. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. So I stood up and questioned the saboteur. I saw my good friend's hand shaking up. I'm incredible. I didn't expect that they were all my good friends. Suddenly, like a volcano, I rushed to her seat, turned her boat over, threw it to the ground with the power of the wild, stamped a few feet again … and then returned to my seat.
After more than an hour, it suddenly occurred to me, what is she doing? He must be there secretly cursing me. I looked back carefully. Unexpectedly, she was crying. I began to reflect on myself: Am I going a little too far? But I turned my head and thought: What's wrong with me? It was obviously her fault that broke my boat first.
After that, I tried to apologize to her many times, but every time I wanted to say the words "I'm sorry", I hesitated again.
A week, a month, two months later ... I never took the initiative to speak, we became strangers from bosom friends, and the boat of friendship capsized.
Afterwards, I can't help but feel ashamed of my previous behavior. Why didn't I apologize then? Otherwise, we wouldn't be in this relationship, and even because of those three words, our relationship would be better than before.
On that occasion, I really regretted it.
At that time, I was really sorry. In the long life, we always have all kinds of emotions, such as happiness or sadness, loss or moving ..., which seems to be innate and affects each of us. If the deeper the memory, the greater the weight, then my deep regret at that time was the most conspicuous star in my memory.
It was a sunny afternoon four or five years ago. At that time, I was really cute and liked to participate in performances. I sat in the chair backstage, my legs moved uncomfortably in various boring ways. This is the final of the singing contest, but I'm not too nervous or expecting it. I just want to get rid of boredom. I was surprised to see my partner "Yang Yang" playing with his IPAD. The colorful game interface attracted me for an instant. I jumped on him like a beast of an antelope, and immediately immersed myself in the joy of the game, completely ignoring the lyrics to be examined and the busy staff around me.
Colorful lights reflected my confused eyes. I stared at the audience, and it was dark and I couldn't see my figure. I dare not turn my head. I think his situation should be worse than mine. It was not until the music came into my ears that I realized that my brain was blank. I tried to sing, but my mouth couldn't open. It was the first time that I found that soft pre-music could become so aggressive, which scared me.
By the time I realized it, I was already sitting on the sofa backstage, just like half an hour ago, only less bored and happy at that time. At this time, I found that the overwhelming sense of self-denial and shame, such as being late, almost overwhelmed me, but the most serious feeling was regret, which made me feel as painful as cef added wine. I shouted because I didn't have a clear sense of priority; I cried because I regretted ruining my two months' hard work in that half hour. The feeling of standing on the stage with a blank face is still there. I hit the sofa hard and the sofa didn't respond to me. How I wish I could go back half an hour ago, pick up the lyric paper that I ignored, review it carefully, and never care about other people's interference again. As I thought about it, I secretly told myself: I, Zheng Ritian, will never regret for a lifetime because I can't distinguish between priorities.