Regret excellent composition
On a foggy weekend, I lay in bed and looked at the time. It's eight twenty-three. Looking at the foggy day and lying on the soft bed, I made a decision, a decision I regret now.
I made an appointment with my friend to meet in the park at 8: 30 that morning, but I stayed in bed and didn't want to move, so I decided not to go to the park. But who knows, I was only at ease for twenty minutes when I heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
"Do you remember our agreement?" I heard his voice before I saw him. My friend really came to my house. Listening to his roar and thinking of his angry appearance, I couldn't help laughing. He immediately heard the sound and saw me not only lying in bed, but also smiling at him, even more angry, yelling at me loudly: "How dare you laugh! And I am still sleeping now! " Then he asked me angrily, "Why don't you go to the park today?" I explained slowly, "because I want to sleep."
He stared at me and I could feel his anger, which almost burned a hole in me. After a while, he shouted again, "Sleep, is that the reason you gave me?" Hearing this, I secretly scolded myself: How did you become so stingy? I just didn't go to the park. As for such a catty? "I want to take a step back, but the more I think about it, the more angry I get. I was so angry that I blurted out the idea just now. I saw him in situ stupefied, and then angrily wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes.
In the evening, I lay in bed and thought: Should I apologize to him tomorrow? Will he break up with me? Regret climbed higher and higher on the shady cloth with the crescent moon. Although the bright moonlight enveloped me, my heart was not bright at all. The light seems to remind me to apologize to my friend.
The next day, I apologized to my friend. He forgave me at that time, but since then, I always feel that he doesn't trust me as much as before. I really regret it!
A person can have nothing in his life, but one thing is indispensable, and that is honesty, which is the foundation of being a man. If a person breaks his promise, he will live in deep regret.
When I was in the fifth grade last semester, I once did something. Although it has been a long time, I regret it every time I think about it.
Shen and I caught five or six fish in the community, and we skipped home. I put the small fish in a pot and changed it for the small fish company eight or nine times. When I saw the little fish swimming around happily, I seemed to swim around with them in the basin. I was afraid they were hungry, so I gave them a lot of broken steamed bread bit by bit. Dad told me that this kind of steamed bread can't give so much fish, so I fished out some big pieces of broken steamed bread. After I finished the homework assigned by the teacher, I went to see Xiaoyu again. I paused, and Xiaoyu ate all the steamed bread. I thought to myself: small fish can really eat! It can't just eat steamed bread. It must eat some fruit. I thought about walking and picked up the pears unconsciously, but I thought: grandma said pears can't be divided, or they will be divided. I can't share pears with small fish.
I rummaged around in the kitchen and saw half the apples in the corner. I washed them, cut them at will, and then put a small piece of apple in the water. Monday, it's time to go to school. I was worried about them, so I pulled half a steamed bun and put it in the basin. A week passed, and as soon as I got home, I hurried to the basin, only to find that there was not a drop of water in it. I asked my father, "Where is my fish?" Dad jokingly said, "Little fish went to heaven to play!" " "After hearing this, I was puzzled, and then I thought: Is there not enough water and fish food? But the little fish is dead.
I "dong" lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, alas! It was all my carelessness.
I regret this very much, and I won't feed so much fish food next time!
We are constantly doing things every day, doing different things all the time. Success makes us happy, failure makes us depressed, sadness makes us sad, and regret makes us regret. I still regret what happened in the composition class last week.
It was last Saturday afternoon, and the composition class was over. I was about to go downstairs with my classmates when President Han stopped me. It turned out that President Han was entrusted by her mother to ask Mr. Guo, who asked her to write an active composition in our school.
I had to go back to the classroom, sit patiently and listen to Teacher Guo telling me how to write the Sports Meeting. The teacher first asked me whether I participated in the sports meeting, what events I signed up for, what achievements I achieved, which classmate performed best in the sports meeting, and what kind of evaluation and hope I had for the sports meeting. After I finished, the teacher asked me if I understood. I nodded to show my understanding, and then went downstairs.
The kind principal Han is right under the stairs. When she saw me coming, she stopped me and asked me to repeat what the teacher said. This caught me off guard and forgot what the teacher just said. When the headmaster saw me standing there and couldn't say anything, he thought I was lying and pushed me back upstairs to ask Mr. Guo for advice. Fortunately, the teacher told me patiently before he left, but I always felt wronged in my heart. I still didn't write down much of what the teacher said.
At this time, my mother picked me up, and my mother was puzzled to see that I was still standing here. He asked, "Why are you still standing here? What's the matter? " I cried what happened. My mother communicated with the principal and teacher for a while before taking me away. I was nervous all the way, thinking that my mother would punish me when I got home, but instead of criticizing me, my mother told me to study hard. Lying in bed, I savored this matter carefully, and felt that my mother made me eager to make progress, the principal was highly responsible, and the composition teacher was tireless, but I was so disappointing. I deeply regret that I didn't learn well.
The teacher patiently guided my composition during the break, but I couldn't concentrate. I feel very sorry now. There is no regret medicine in the world. Only by redoubling my efforts to learn my composition well will teachers, parents and principals look at me with new eyes.
In my life, there have been many things that I regret, but the most unforgettable thing is that one.
I remember that in the third grade, a transfer student came to our class, and the teacher arranged for him to sit with me. He is a cute boy who is short and fat. He is friendly and likable, so we soon became inseparable friends. But it didn't last long. That day, he went back to school as usual and walked to the position next to me with a big smile on his face. But when he took off his schoolbag, the most unpleasant scene happened. His schoolbag violently knocked off the water cup I just bought. Seeing my beloved glass broken, I suddenly became angry and glared at him, while he looked at me innocently, as if he were a prey I had stared at to death. At that time, I grabbed his water bottle and smashed it on the ground. I can't stand his explanation at all. On the contrary, I feel that this tit-for-tat way is particularly happy. He didn't say a word, his face was calm, and he didn't seem to be angry with my behavior. In this way, we had a cold war for two weeks, which was also my most uncomfortable two weeks. I want to talk to him, but I'm afraid he will ignore me. I want to apologize to him, but I'm afraid he won't accept it
Until one day, things changed. After school that day, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and the thunder was very loud. Just when I was worried that I didn't bring my umbrella, a familiar figure came up to me and said softly, "Let's go together!" " "On the way home that day, we talked a lot, and there was always a feeling of wanting more.
Ah! I really regret breaking his water bottle that time. How generous he is, how generous he is! Until now, the two of us have continued to maintain a friend relationship.
Now, the summer vacation has gone away from us. During the summer vacation, some things that happened have faded away, but there is one thing that I regret so far.
I remember that day, the sun was shining. My brother and I are going to Xinhua Bookstore by bus. We arrived at the station and waited for more than half an hour before waiting for the bus.
As soon as we got on the bus, the two of us couldn't wait to rush to the "golden seat" with only two left. As more and more people get on the bus, the bus becomes more and more crowded. At this time, an old lady got on the bus with a big bag and stood in front of me and my brother. I looked at the old lady and saw that she looked almost in her early seventies, her face was covered with wrinkles, and the word "Sichuan" clearly appeared on her forehead. Looking at the old woman struggling to carry the bag in one hand and holding the handle in the other. I can't stand it. I just want to get up and give her my seat, but when I look at the people around me who are older than me, I either turn a blind eye, just play with his mobile phone, or just chat with others. No one wants to get up and give up their seats. I thought: since they won't give up their seats, I won't give up mine. However, on second thought, that's their business. How hard the old lady looks! Give her your seat! Just as I was struggling with this question, a clear voice came from my ear, "Grandma, come to me quickly!" " "I heard that, I looked up in surprise. It turned out to be my brother. I suddenly felt a burst of heat in my heart, my face was burning, and I bowed my head guiltily, thinking: My younger brother is younger than me, and everyone knows how to give his seat to grandma. What's more, I'm a sister? Am I doing this to set a good example for him? I'm ashamed at the thought of it, and I can't wait to find a gap to drill down. I, alas, I really regret it!
I regret it. If I could go back in time, I would go back to that time and give my seat to my grandmother without hesitation.
That time, I really regret it! I believe this kind of thing will never happen again.
Regret excellent composition 6 regrets will always be kept in mind. But what is the most unforgettable thing?
For me, children's regrets can never be erased. What is this regret? Do you want to explore?
Then come to my heart to explore!
When I was still in kindergarten, I needed to do exercises. The headmaster always speaks before doing exercises. I can't control my temper,
I've been walking around there, and sometimes my arms swing back and forth. Once, the headmaster was talking again, and I moved around impatiently. Time has passed, but the headmaster is still here. I can't help waving my arms. A classmate next to me also became very upset with the passage of time. He saw me waving my arms and followed me slowly.
Slowly, he put it down. I kept waving my arms, and when I saw him stop, I thought: Why did he stop? Although I don't understand, I still keep swinging my arm.
Pa, what happened? Do you really want to know? Can I not tell you? Why not? ..... Well, I'll tell you!
I ... in the process of waving, I accidentally ... hit the teacher. .........
I regret it now! At that time, I shouldn't wave my arms involuntarily; I shouldn't have seen him stop when I was still moving. At that time, I should listen to the headmaster!
Now I regret it! Can I go back in time? I'll just stand there. However, reality is reality, and we can never go back to the past. We can only cherish the present life and recall the past in our dreams. ......
In my memory, there are memories as bright as shells, which I can't forget for a long time. It happened on campus and I learned a lesson from it.
Last semester in grade five, there was a course called fractional multiplication and division. I think these questions are too simple to be studied carefully at all. Playing around in class, I have no impression of what the teacher teaches, and the teacher has to arrange several problems to do in the math book every day. I got the questions in the math book right every time, so I was very complacent and arrogant. I don't want to attend class more and more, so I do some activities in class. Moreover, I made small moves in class, which was never discovered by the teacher, because the movements were very small, so I was not discovered. After class is also careless, not serious. I was looking forward to the end of this unit and moving on to the next unit.
After the exam, the teacher said before the exam, "If you get more than 95 points, you will be awarded a prize." Hearing the impatience brought by arrogance, I calmed down a little. I want to start soon so that I can continue with the next unit.
The exam began, and I began to examine the questions quickly, and an answer came to my mind. Finally, the nib writes faster and faster, and the nib dances on the paper. When I finished writing, the pen stopped beating. I want to check it after reading it, but I think, Mr. Ben, how can it be okay? So I handed it in.
A few days later, the paper was sent. When I opened the paper with confidence, I was splashed with cold water, 78 points -78 points -78 points! My mood became very bad, and my face changed from rosy to pale. The teacher severely criticized me, and I was very sad. My heart was as uncomfortable as knocking over a five-flavored bottle. I watched the prize fly to the hands of down-to-earth people, and then the teacher praised those people. I see it in my eyes and suffer in my heart.
Walking on the way home, it seems that everything is gloomy. At home, I am "women's singles!" Alas! It's great joy and great sorrow. If I had known this, why should I have! But there is no regret medicine in the world, and this time I faced my regret. These experiences tell us that "pride makes people lag behind and modesty makes people progress". Next, we must study hard and get good grades next time. Forget the taste of previous failures and taste the fruits of victory.
Regret the life of 8 people, both bitter and sweet. Everyone will experience many things: happiness, regret, happiness, sadness ... I am no exception, and there is one thing in my life that I regret very much.
It was an afternoon, just after school, and I was going to take a ride home with my classmates. Just as I was leaving school together, I found that her mother seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. She followed her mother home. I had to walk to the station by myself and take a ride home. When I arrived at the station, I waited for a long time and finally saw a "No.34" car coming towards me. It was rush hour when I got on the bus, and there were many people on the bus. I want to find a place to stand, and finally squeeze into a position to stand. The car kept driving. After several stops, a passenger in the next position got off the bus and I got on the bus at once. At the next stop, an elderly grandmother got on the bus and there was no place to sit. Grandma looked at the people in the car and seemed to want to find a place to sit down. I swept the people on the bus, and no one gave up his seat. An aunt pretended to look out of the window and didn't know anything. A brother deliberately bowed his head and played with his mobile phone. When grandma doesn't exist, it seems that everyone in the car treats grandma as air, and no one gives up his seat. When I wanted to give up my seat, I thought to myself: I finally have a seat. Maybe someone will get off at the next stop, and it's not too late for grandma to sit again. Besides, she is not her grandmother. As a result, I didn't give my seat to grandma. But the next stop, not others, is grandma. Grandma walked slowly out of the car with difficult steps. Looking at the back of grandma getting off the bus, my face suddenly turned red.
I really regret it!
Today is August 15, which is a reunion month. In the morning, I went back to my hometown with my parents. My heart is sour and I feel like crying. When I entered the door, the first thing I saw was a kind portrait of my grandmother, smiling. I couldn't help hiding in one place and crying.
After a while, I went to the well and said from time to time, "look, grandma, look!" I have grown up, and I can finally press water. After a while, my mother asked me to send the kitchen knife. I thought to myself: Grandma, don't worry, I'm fine. I won't hurt myself. When I was a child, you never let me take a knife for fear of hurting myself. But it's different now. I have grown up. After a while, I went to your bedroom again, took out my needle and thread, and silently said, "Grandma, how nice it is that you are alive! My eyes are blurred and I can't see clearly. You always let me thread for you. In winter, in order to keep me from catching cold, you make my cotton-padded clothes day and night. Sometimes I think your hand hurts. I regretted it when I tried to pull the needle out of the thread.
Back to our new home, we had a reunion dinner. I saw that grandpa always wanted to honor him, and it was too late to wait. Now I regret why I was a child and why my grandmother left so early. Hey ~ ~ ~ Grandma, I miss you.
I was a naughty tomboy when I was a child. By the time I grow up and want to be a good boy again, you will be dead. Usually you are always in the hospital, but when you want to go to Qingdao, who knows it will be the last time to see you? I remember two years ago, on August 15, you, me and my brother put a table of fruit in the yard. You eat with us, and you play mahjong with us in the yard. Everything I can do before can only be spent in my dreams.
How nice it would be to have regret medicine in the world! Unfortunately, no, there is one thing in my memory that I still regret when I think about it.
I remember once, my classmates and I went to the school cafeteria to pay for meals. Walking, suddenly, I felt the grass move and something jumped out of it and fell in front of us. We squatted down and took a closer look. Wow, that's a mantis. Mantis is very dark in appearance, looks very old, and its movements are not very flexible and difficult. It seems that it needs to find a cool place to rest. However, we decided to play with this mantis without considering its feelings. So, the two of us stopped, picked up a few small stones and broken tiles by the roadside, surrounded mantis with a few stones, and covered it with a bigger tile. In this way, the living mantis was firmly put into prison by us.
At this time, several fifth-grade male students who were cleaning came over and asked, "What's interesting?" "Come on, let me see." ..... they are curious. We were afraid that they would hurt mantis, so we lied and said it was nothing. However, these male students didn't believe us, so they pushed us away and opened the tiles above. At first glance, it is a big mantis. One of the boys immediately grabbed mantis's leg and muttered, "Hum, mantis, what did I miss!" " "Say that finish began to play mantis. He played with mantis over and over again, and his legs, neck and head … exhausted him. After a while, mantis's leg was broken, his neck was weak and he couldn't lift his head. We all want to stop their behavior, but we are too young to argue with them. Poor mantis died like this! Several boys saw the mantis dead, so they threw it aside and ran away.
Look at the tragic death of mantis, and then look at the disappearing figure of several male students. I feel very sad and regret it. If we didn't surround the mantis with stones, if we didn't press it under the tiles, if we could help it return to the grass in time, how could it end like this! The two of us picked up the mutilated mantis, put it together, dug a small hole in the grass, buried it, and left with a sad heart. ...
Alas, what a pity! Poor mantis, can you forgive me?
I'm sorry for the excellent composition 1 1. I really regret watching my classmates go for a spring outing. But I can only stay at home and recuperate, and I can't go for a spring outing with my classmates.
It happened in math class, and the teacher was asking us to do our homework.
At this time, unexpected things suddenly happened. I have always been very competitive. In order to be faster than others in homework, I added "speed". Suddenly I saw someone rushing up to get my homework, so I rushed up without thinking. Just as I turned back to my seat, something happened and I fell down.
I hit the table in front, and I reluctantly returned to my seat. When I was about to pick up a pen to do my homework, I found blood on my homework, and I knew my head was broken and there was blood in my left hand. I reported it to the teacher at once. The teacher was also anxious, and immediately asked my classmates to take me to the medical room. I felt very dizzy on the road. When I arrived at the clinic, the doctor there immediately bandaged my wound and the class teacher arrived. The head teacher called my mother and asked her to come over. We waited a while before my mother came. The doctor said, "You can't go for a spring outing tomorrow." I asked, "Why?" The doctor said: "Because it is easy to sweat in hot weather tomorrow, the wound will become inflamed as soon as it touches sweat, so it is best to rest."
At that moment, I regretted it very much. I regret not being competitive and competing with my classmates. I regret it very much But there is no regret medicine in the world. You can only listen to the doctor and rest at home. I won't be so impulsive next time.
I really regret it.
Regret Excellent Composition 12 Everyone has had things that make him sad, happy and regret, and so have I.
On Sunday morning, my mother gave me 50 yuan pocket money and said, "This is this week's pocket money. My grandmother is ill and my mother will take care of her for a week. " . I'll leave you the money, it's up to you, but remember not to spend money indiscriminately. "After listening to my mother's words, I jumped three feet high with joy! After my mother left home, I ran home humming happily.
Suddenly, the footsteps of the person in front stopped and my eyes were attracted. My footsteps stopped and I saw an old man. He is in rags, his hair is gray and messy, and his air-dried face is full of helpless expressions. His black and dirty hands are reaching for a dirty cane. What a dirty cane this is! However, the old man ate contentedly. Suddenly my heart ached and tears filled my eyes. Occasionally, passers-by stopped to give money to the elderly, and some passers-by directly ignored it and strode forward without hesitation. Then what should I do? Oh! I know how to do. I held the snack in my hand and hesitated all the time. Finally, because of the temptation of snacks, it was not given to the elderly. When I got home, I was lying on the sofa stool. The old man in the street kept coming to my mind. Two little people were fighting all the time. Unconsciously, a week passed and my mother came back. I told my mother about it. After listening to this, my mother immediately said meaningfully, "Should I give him some snacks?" Your snack may be the most sumptuous dinner he ate that night ... "I looked down and tears swirled in my eyes again.
It turns out that I really did something wrong. Alas, it is a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. Next time I meet something similar, I think I should know what to do!
Every time I see the hydrangea on the balcony, the intoxicating smell reminds me of the past. I feel very ashamed to think of that. I really regret doing that …
I remember it was noon on a summer vacation. I was sweating outside and said to myself, "Today is really much hotter than usual." Birds sleep in the shade of trees, and even cicada, the most popular singer in summer, becomes so fidgety and dry. Grandpa Sun seems to have lost his temper and turned the whole world into a big stove. When I got home, I took out a glass of Sprite from the refrigerator and gulped it down. A chill filled my whole body and I was very comfortable. At this time, I found that the hydrangea on the balcony was also being baked by the hot sun.
Take a closer look, yes! Hydrangea's little head has drooped listlessly and its leaves are dying. I touched the soil in the flowerpot with my hand, which was harder than cement.
So, I quickly put a pot of water from the water pipe, walked to the balcony in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly poured water on the hydrangea. I saw the earth sucking the life-saving water greedily like a baby. I was afraid that she was not enough, and that hydrangea looked like satiety, so I poured the rest of the water in …
After a while, the color of petals changed from deep to light, and the leaves turned green. Seeing this, I feel extremely happy. Grandpa's beloved hydrangea was finally saved by me! I have made great contributions this time, and grandpa will definitely praise me. Who knows, when eating, grandpa told me and grandma, "It seems that someone watered our hydrangea at noon and drowned." Didn't grandma say she couldn't water the flowers at noon? Hearing this, I know I did something wrong. Why not read more extracurricular books about flower cultivation at ordinary times? I didn't know I couldn't water hydrangeas at noon. At this time, the tears as big as beans stayed on my cheeks-I really regretted that time!
Every time I think of that, I feel a twinge of regret.
I wish time could go back; I really hope regret medicine can be sold in this world; I really want to say "I'm sorry!"
Regret the excellent composition 14, really regret it.
I remember that night. I remember it vividly. The cause of the matter is this.
The teacher didn't assign much homework that day, and one of them was: reciting the 1-3 paragraph of White Goose. It's too simple. When I got home, I picked up the book and began to recite it. ......
When my father came home, I hurried to check with him with a book. When I recited the second paragraph, I forgot what the next sentence was This time, because I was nervous, my back was bad and intermittent, I forgot all about it directly. Just like not having a back, I had to go out and "process" it again.
I came out again and again to check with my father, but I failed. I was really anxious! I went back to the study and thought: I must pass this time. I watched it for more than a dozen times in one breath, and I felt no problem, and I came out again. My back is ok this time, but I'm a little unskilled, but it's late. Go to sleep first, and I'll check again tomorrow, dad said seriously. But I didn't take dad's words seriously
After breakfast, I put on my schoolbag and prepared to go to school. My father came out of the room and said that he would check last night's recitation. I confidently replied: good! He took the Chinese book and I began to recite it. Shit, what is the third paragraph? How could I forget? Dad told me to go back to the house and recite it word for word. I'm gonna be late. Can I recite it at noon No, you must recite what you can do today.
Do you know how I escaped? Grandparents begged me! In the future, everyone should remember the sentence "Today is the end of today".
I remember the weather that summer vacation, it was very hot. The scorching sun seems to have cooked everyone, and people walking in the street are sweating.
It happened to be summer vacation, and I was playing at home. That morning, my mother got up early to do housework. After getting up, I watched my mother still cleaning. So, I turned on the TV and started watching. Not long after, I heard my mother working in the kitchen calling me. I ran in a hurry. The salt in the kitchen is used up. My mother wants me to see a packet of salt. My mother gave me 2 yuan money to buy a pack of salt.
I walked in the hot street, and soon my clothes were soaked with sweat, and I felt thirsty. Not long after I left, I saw an old man walking in the trembling street in front of me. I helped him kindly in the past. I helped grandpa cross the street and watched him walk forward trembling. Suddenly, I saw 1 yuan dropped from the place where Grandpa walked. I picked up the money and prepared to call grandpa. Suddenly, another voice in my head stopped me. Since you are so thirsty, why not buy a popsicle with this one yuan? This is the voice in my heart. After listening to this sound, I seem to be possessed, and I actually took this yuan to the supermarket to buy popsicles.
When I got home, I felt very uncomfortable. So I told my mother about it. Mother said to me, "son, don't do this again." It is wrong. " The money you found should be returned to the owner, and you are equivalent to stealing. "Listen to my mother, I feel very ashamed.
I still regret this matter, which is what I regret most.