Life is like a five-flavor bottle. Happiness, happiness, regret, anger, guilt ... All kinds of feelings make our life colorful. In my memory, a wrong move made me feel deeply guilty.

It was a dusk in my fourth grade, and the sunset was hidden in the red-hot sky, like a kumquat, slowly sinking into Xia Hong's arms. Wang Yakun and I walked into his house talking and laughing.

"Sun Xinjie, come and see this ant hole." Wang Yakun stood at his desk and said. I strode to the desk. I put my head close to see, oh! It's really an ant hole. This ant hole is as thick as a finger and is located on the windowsill outside the window. I turned my head to Wang Yakun and asked, "What, do you want to kill ants again?" "hmm." He stared at the ant hole for a while, then turned to me. "Didn't you and Hu Zhongyang develop some explosives recently and want to blow up an ant hole?" I looked at him and found two dots beating in his pupil. I smiled and said, "At present, explosives are still in the experimental stage. Do you really want to try? " "Of course." He said without thinking. I took out a small pill from my schoolbag, which contained gunpowder powder and lime powder, and a thin napkin thread stretched out from the hole above the pill-this was the fuse.

Wang Yakun brought a lighter. I put the "micro-explosion" into the ant hole, leaving only a little fuse outside. He lit the fuse, and my face turned red with excitement, and I was slightly nervous in excitement. The fire is burning slowly, my heartstrings are slowly tightening, and I feel that time seems to have solidified. When the fire was about to burn into the hole and into the pill, I felt my blood boiling all over and my cheeks seemed to be on fire. But the fire was impartial and just stopped at the mouth of the cave, and my passion was gone at once. "Well, I'll think of something later." I said with my head down.

After returning home, I looked up a lot of information about ants and found that they are a kind of living and reproductive creatures. And it can kill many pests and help people clean up some rubbish. I breathed a long sigh of relief, glad that the explosive didn't detonate successfully, but at the same time I felt guilty about the idea of killing ants. Alas, we can't act rashly like this again. I will keep this in mind, take a warning, and always remind myself that I must think twice before acting.

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If I can go back in time, I will make up for my mistake.

She is a cheerful and lively girl, and I have become good friends with her without hesitation. She was my first good friend in junior high school.

I don't like her. She loves to lie too much, but she always regards me as a good friend and cares about me, but I don't care.

Once after school, she wanted to go downstairs with me, and I turned her down coldly. She wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it. On reflection, she doesn't know how many times I have rejected her. She must be very upset! But she adjusted her mood and continued to say hello to me.

Until today, I realized that she is my good friend and has never changed.

Today, I accidentally sprained my thumb and it hurt a little, but I didn't say anything, just gritted my teeth. She found this little change in me and asked me anxiously what was going on. I'm just saying that I sprained my thumb by accident. Nothing serious, just a little pain. I want to find cold water to wash it. So, she took me to the bathroom, but the water stopped. She took me to her father's office to wash my hands. At that moment, I was very moved. My nose was sour and my heart was like eating strange beans.

I feel guilty and regret what I have done. The nicer she is to me, the more guilty I feel. What I can do now is to make up for what I did in silence, help her improve her grades, help her get rid of the habit of lying and be good friends forever.

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On that day, the blue sky was cloudless in Wan Li. Occasionally, a few sparrows flitted across the sky and landed on the treetops, chattering incessantly. I'm not as happy as usual, and I didn't catch the sparrow, because today is the day to get the notice.

I am not as excited as my classmates who did their homework well before receiving the notice. Some are just a heart hanging in mid-air, and some are just a heart that repents for having fun before the exam and not working hard at ordinary times.

In the morning, my mother got up early and bought me my favorite breakfast. I packed my schoolbag again, and then said in a calm voice, "Go and collect the report card, go back quickly, and don't kill time in the street." "

Oh, my god what can I say? Seeing the hope hidden in my mother's calm voice, I only silently took my schoolbag and walked anxiously towards school.

The notice has been sent and everything is as I expected. The so-called no pains, no gains, my little hard work, naturally only a small gain. In the noisy classroom, I only felt sad when I heard the excited, regretful and distressed comments from my classmates.

If I can't go home, I wish there was a place to escape; If I go home, my mother will forget to inform. If I were willing to work harder at ordinary times, I wouldn't get a "red card" in math and physics. if

After aimlessly visiting all the places I could go, I had to move back home.

Far away, when I saw her leaning against the door, I felt her heart suddenly sink and her feet seemed to be filled with lead.

I silently handed the notice to my mother with my head down, and I stood there, waiting for a storm to come. For a long time, but I couldn't hear a sound. I quietly looked up and saw my mother's eyes, a pair of eyes full of tears. These eyes looked at me, full of blame and helplessness.

At that time, a sense of guilt came to my mind. Oh, mom, hit me and scold me. Please don't look at me like this. I can't stand your disappointed tears.

On this day, my heart has been occupied by a sense of guilt. I think I will turn my most important day into the happiest one, not only for me, but also for giving birth to my mother.

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When I do something right, I will be happy for a while; Do something wrong and feel guilty for life. This sentence is really reasonable.

This happened a few years ago. Every year on the third day of the first month, I will go to my grandmother's house to pay a New Year call. When my mother and I went to my grandmother's house that year, there were already many people. I am busy paying New Year greetings to my grandma, and there are many young aunts, cousins and cousins. There is also a little girl I don't know, who is also pretty. It turned out to be the children of grandma's neighbors' relatives. There were no children there, so I came here to play.

Mom is chatting with her aunt. Mother said to her aunt, "It's cold this year. I bought an electric fan, which really works. You also buy one. " Aunt is a hothead. As soon as she heard it was useful, she asked the shop selling electric fans. As soon as I heard it, I immediately said, "Buy it now." However, when menstruation picked up her wallet in the back bed, she shouted, "Who moved my wallet? Why is the money gone! " I quickly said, "Just now, I was playing in bed with that little girl. When she saw the beautiful wallet, she took a look at it. The little girl insisted that she didn't take the money. Later, the little girl left in tears.

We are all talking about that child. He looks very quiet, unlike that kind of child. I insist: knowing people, knowing faces, not knowing hearts. Suddenly, my aunt exclaimed, "No, I forgot. When I took the lucky money just now, I put it in my trouser pocket. " Later, grandma went to the neighbor's house to explain the situation to others. Fortunately, we understood each other and didn't delve into it. But I, in the mind very uneasy.

This always makes me feel guilty. I think: in the future, you can't guess at will; Otherwise, regret for life.

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In a blink of an eye, happy winter vacation life passed with time. I really miss the happy time at that time. Speaking of which, I have to say one thing.

One day, I went to the bookstore to buy books. My home is far from the bookstore, so I need to take a bus. It happened that I got carsick again, but I must go!

I came to the place where I took the bus, waited for a long time and finally got on the bus.

I smelled my worst smell as soon as I got on the bus. I really want to throw up. I'll open the next window at once and let fresh air in. Finally, I feel a little more comfortable. Just as I was looking around, I found an old master, who may have just come up or may have come up a long time ago. At this time, the sweet voice of the conductor's aunt sounded in the carriage: "Which kind-hearted person is willing to give his seat to this old master?" I looked at the others and they were indifferent.

I am very entangled in my heart: should I give it to him? If I give it to him, I will get carsick. If I don't give it to him, I will feel uneasy.

I tried to stop thinking about him and this matter. After about three minutes, I still can't help myself. I thought about it again, and my heart was still a little shaky. So I went to see him. To my surprise, some of them have given up their seats before. I can't help secretly blaming myself: I shouldn't have given him my seat before. I'm in grade five. Now that you have learned this etiquette, you should prove it with actions. You should also supervise yourself with actions, so that you can become a pupil who really understands etiquette, instead of just learning, but not knowing how to apply etiquette to life. This incident told me to help others, and it also embarrassed me.

I want to forget it, but my memory is locked and I can't forget it.

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Today's exam results came out. I looked at my math paper with more than 80 points, and I was very uneasy. My mother told me that I didn't do well in the exam this time, so don't expect her to give me a good look in the future. What can I do now?

I went home nervously and came to my mother who was watching TV. I carefully took out the math paper in my schoolbag and handed it to my mother. I thought my mother would be very angry and asked me loudly why I got more than 80 points in the exam. Unexpectedly, my mother smiled happily after reading the newspaper. I looked at my mother puzzled. My mother said, "Son, although you got more than 80 points this time, you got 6 points more than last time.". This is progress. Keep it up and try to enter the next 90. "

I feel guilty after listening to my mother. I feel that my mother really trusts me too much. I will study hard in the future and try not to disappoint my mother again.

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Every time I think about it, I can't help myself, and tears can't help flowing down. ...

That was in the third grade. One day in the composition class, the teacher asked me to describe a corner of the campus. I didn't want to write after listening to this topic, because at that time, I didn't like writing. Suddenly my eyes lit up and I came up with a good idea: just copy one, because the teacher doesn't know it anyway, so that I can get praise from the teacher and get high marks. Hee hee! I am secretly happy. So I copy one from a good composition every day.

The next day, I handed in my composition book and returned to my seat, feeling uneasy and elated. In the first class in the afternoon, the teacher will attack the text. My heart is pounding with nervousness and irritability. When the teacher attacked the text, I opened it, ah! I didn't expect the teacher to give me an "A". I can't help secretly happy, but there is a little shame in the happiness.

"This time, Wang Xiaolu wrote the best. She described the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter in a corner of the campus! " My classmates looked at me with envy. I stood up and blushed at once. I wish there were seventy-two changes in the Monkey King, and there was a crack in it. My deskmate asked me, "You write so well, why are you embarrassed!" "After listening to this sentence, I really regret why I copied other people's compositions. Suddenly an idea flashed through my mind: tell the teacher that I copied this composition. But what will the teacher think of me if I say so? What will my classmates think of me? I feel horrible. I'm lost. Finally, after a fierce ideological struggle, I got up the courage to stand up and whispered to the teacher, "That ... that composition was copied by me. "Suddenly, the classroom was boiling, and then I was frightened and thought; The teacher will definitely criticize me. But, beyond my expectation. The teacher came over and stroked my head and said to me gently, "I don't think you will have a second time, will you?" "At the same time, I will give you four children-bow their heads and look up. Bow your head for advice and look up. " My eyes were wet, and when I looked down at the text again, my tears had left on the "A", which made this achievement gradually blurred. ...

Now whenever I think about it, I still feel a little guilty. Although it has been a long time, I have never made the same mistake again.

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I hit a little girl and found no one around, so I rode away. The little girl's sad cry faded away. I dare not look back. By this time, the rain had fallen relentlessly. It's not big, but I feel scared. The rain fell gently on me, but I felt heavy. What a terrible act I think that is!

So, I turned and walked to the place where I parked just now. Only loneliness can wait for me, where there is no shadow of the little girl, only my stumbling food and the swing scattered in the rain stream. Looking at all this, I am at a loss. ...

I pushed the car and walked slowly in the rain. Cold water drops ran down my cheeks. I don't know whether it's rain or tears. This is a dull little shell in my memory. Whenever I pick it up, I wash it with the tide of emotion. Expect it to shine.