In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following are essays about regret that I have collected for you. You are welcome to share them. Essay on Regret 1

On a bright spring morning, I only heard a few sounds of ping-pong, and then my mother’s voice came: "Diandian, what’s going on? Why is there such a thing as ping-pong? "Sound, did something break? Is my swan crystal bottle okay?" "It's okay, it's intact." Actually, I broke my mother's beloved swan crystal bottle, and I didn't dare to say it because I was afraid of being scolded. I gently picked up the pieces of the swan crystal bottle, ran to the garbage dump quickly, and accidentally scratched my hand. I went to the store to buy tissues and bandages, and bandaged the wound. I didn't dare to go home, so I took refuge at my cousin's house. When I arrived at my cousin's house, my uncle asked: "Diandian, what's wrong with your hand?" "You accidentally fell and hurt it." "It doesn't matter."

Hearing the uncle's kind question, I didn't I wish I could hide it from him again, but I don’t have the courage. So I said, "It's okay." In the evening, I returned home nervously, waiting for my mother to scold me, but to my surprise, my mother ignored me. Just when I was feeling complacent, my mother suddenly asked me: "Diandian, what's wrong with your hand?" When I was about to continue to panic, I felt that the paper could not contain the anger, so I confessed truthfully. My mother actually just taught me a few words and didn't hit me. I suddenly threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. This incident has always been reflected in my heart and will never be forgotten for a long time. Essay on Regret 2

Childhood is like a big garden, full of happy flowers and growing trees, but there are also sad weeds. I can't forget that sad thing, it makes me regret it to this day.

One afternoon, when the adults were all sleeping at home, I was playing alone in the yard. "Ji---Ji---Ji--" There was a crisp and soft cry. I followed the cry and looked over, and found a chick looking around with big round eyes, as if asking: Whose home is this? When I saw that the chicken was motionless, I slowly approached it. When the chicken saw that there was no danger, it also gradually approached me. I followed it quietly. Suddenly, the chicken seemed to be frightened by the terrible sound, and ran under the table in the room. I hurried up and saw the chicken eating rice grains with its pointed mouth. I rushed forward and caught the chicken. The little chicken struggled, as if to say: "Good brother, why did you catch me? Let me go quickly." After a while, it calmed down.

Suddenly, the chicken escaped from my "big hand". I hurriedly went to catch it, but the chicken was hiding here and there and accidentally ran into the pig pen. The chicken got stuck in the mud in the pigsty. It screamed miserably while struggling. The more it struggles, the deeper it sinks. In the end, only its yellow and round little head can be seen. I was so scared that I ran away like a thief.

Every time, I seem to hear the sad voice of the chicken and see its desperate eyes when I sleep. Only now do I know that a small life is also very important. I regret that I hurt a cute chick and regret that I couldn't save the chick from that critical moment. Everyone must remember to take care of our lovely animal friends, they are also alive! Essay on Regret 3

One Friday morning, as soon as I came to the classroom, I heard the noise of my classmates. When I asked, I found out that there was a math unit test this morning. I thought: "Humph, I can do well in the exam even if I don't review!" So I sat in my seat and played with my pencil box.

"Dingle bell, dingle bell..." The crisp school bell rang. The teacher sends the test papers to everyone at the same time. After I got the test paper, I just glanced at it casually and didn't pay attention at all.

"Start answering the test paper!" As soon as the teacher finished speaking, everyone picked up their pens and answered the questions on the test paper. So, the sound of "rustling" writing came from the classroom, but I was different from others. I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely. Alas, I really regret it. If I had reviewed my homework, I wouldn't be like this. It's a pity that in the world There is no regret pill.

After a while, I regained my composure, calmed down, and started answering the questions. Halfway through, I frowned again, pursed my lips, and muttered: "Hey, isn't this question from a math book? Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have read more math books!" There was no way, I I had no choice but to write an answer. I'll look at other questions. Oh my gosh! All of them are questions from math books! I regretted it so much that I could only write the answer casually. However, other students laughed and wrote down the correct answers easily. Looking at their joyful expressions, I almost cried.

"Take up the papers!" the teacher shouted. Everyone smiled happily and handed the test paper to the teacher. Only I handed the test paper to the teacher gloomily, with a few dark clouds above my head. After class, the students were all chatting happily and were not afraid of failing the exam at all. But I sat quietly in my seat and shed tears.

Alas, I still don’t know how many questions I got wrong!

I swear, I will never make such a stupid mistake again! Essay on Regret 4

Whenever I think of this incident, I regret it extremely.

That was an incident that happened when I was six and a half years old. It was the National Day holiday, and I returned to my hometown with three beautiful crayons. After returning to my hometown, I couldn't wait to take out the crayons and show them to my cousins ??and sisters. They were all amazed and I felt very happy after hearing this. So I put the crayons on the bedside. The next day, I wanted to use crayons to draw, so I started looking for crayons, but I made the bed like a mouse's nest, but I only found two. My favorite pink crayon was gone. I remembered yesterday: when I was showing crayons to my brothers and sisters, the third brother pointed at the pink crayon and said, "It would be great if I had one!" So I became suspicious of the third brother. I ran up to him without any care and asked him: "Give me the crayon, or I will tell grandma." But the third brother said: "What did I not steal to repay you?" I didn't believe it, so I ran to tell grandma crying. . Grandma saw me crying so hard that she had to scold the third brother. The third brother cried, but he still said firmly: "I didn't steal." I was very angry. Another day later, grandma found a crayon while sweeping the floor. I looked at it and saw that it was mine. My face immediately turned red to the roots of my ears. Even now, I dare not tell my third brother. I can only say to him here: "Brother, I'm sorry."

This is the most regretful thing in my life. I'm sorry for my third brother, and I'm sorry for my own conscience, but there is no regret medicine in this world after all. This incident will be deeply engraved in my heart and buried deep in my heart forever. Essay on Regret 5

It was when I was in the third grade. At noon on Sunday, my parents had taken a nap, and I quietly opened the door to play games with my friends.

We were discussing what game to play, and one friend said to play hide and seek. Everyone agreed, but when we were having fun, a friend knocked me down, and I happened to bump into a bicycle next to me. The bicycle tilted and let out a sigh of relief, "Ah, no! ”, I shouted. I quickly tried to cover the air with my hands, but it didn't work. The air leaked out and blew onto my legs. It was cool and very comfortable. I wanted them to try this feeling, but the tire was flat. So I pulled out the other one. My friends all gave it a try. At noon that day, we put 4 bikes away and ran back home.

"Oh, what's going on? Why is my bicycle out of gas? Oh, I have to take the bus to work," Uncle Wang shouted in the afternoon. Aunt Li also shouted that the community was noisy, everyone was busy rushing to work, and everyone was crowded on the bus to go to work. I felt very ashamed and wanted to beat myself up. I told my mother what happened in the evening. Afterwards, my mother severely criticized me and took me to apologize to my uncle and aunt in the community.

This incident has always been imprinted in my mind and cannot be forgotten for a long time. It always reminds me that I must not do things that harm others and benefit myself in the future. Essay on Regret 6

That time, I really regretted it

I remember that night, it is still fresh in my mind. The cause and story of the incident is like this.

The teacher assigned not many homework that day, but one of them was: recite paragraphs 1-3 of "White Goose". Recitation, it was so simple. When I got home, I picked up the book and started to recite it. ......

When my dad came home, I hurriedly took the book to him to check. When I got to the second natural paragraph, I forgot what the next sentence was. Because of the nervousness this time, The back part was not memorized well either, it was intermittent, and the back part was completely forgotten, as if it was not memorized at all, so I had to go out and "process" it again.

I came out to see my dad for examinations over and over again, but I failed every time. I was really anxious! I returned to the study again, thinking: This time I must pass the test. I read it a dozen times in a row, and when I thought it was okay, I came out again. This time, my memorization was okay, but I was a little unskilled, but it was already very late. Go to bed first, and I will check it again tomorrow, my father said seriously. But I didn't take my dad's words seriously.

After breakfast, I put on my schoolbag and got ready to go to school. My dad came out of the room and said he wanted to check last night’s recitation. I answered confidently: OK! He took the Chinese language document and I started to memorize it. Oops, what is the third natural paragraph? How could I forget it? Dad asked me to go back to the house and recite it word for word. I was about to be late. I said, should I recite it at noon? No, today’s work is done today and must be memorized.

Do you know how I escaped? It was my grandparents who begged for me! From now on, everyone should keep in mind the saying "Today is the end of today". Essay on Regret 7

These days, my mood is inexplicably low. I don’t pay attention to the lectures in class, so I have trouble solving application problems.

Today, my dad got angry again because I got three of the four word questions wrong. Dad first looked at me with a look I had never seen before, as if he was looking at a stranger for a long, long time. I was very afraid of this "peace" that I had never experienced before. Even though I was sitting, my legs were still shaking slightly. Sudden.

Dad took a step forward, tore up my homework book, and then threw the plastic toy spear next to me to the ground like he was destroying a stubborn enemy. How could a plastic gun withstand such force? The gun was broken into several pieces. I secretly glanced at the broken plastic gun, feeling unspeakable grievance in my heart. Less than a week after I bought this gun, I haven't had enough fun with it yet... I gritted my teeth and endured it, but the tears of disappointment still rolled down my face. I still didn't dare to look at my father. I just heard my father shouting at me loudly: "I want you to play! I want you to play!" The sound was like thunder, and I couldn't help but tighten my body. Dad stood on the balcony for a long time, smoking one cigarette after another without saying a word.

I held the torn homework book in my hand and looked at my father’s back, not knowing what to do. I saw my father shaking his head for a while, raising his head for a while, and lamenting to the sky, as if he had lost something precious.

At this time, I realized that I really made my father sad. I regretted it so much, but how much I longed for someone to help me! Essay on Regret 8

In a person’s life, there are unforgettable things, happy things, and regretful things. There are many things in my life that I regret, but the thing that makes me regret the most is that time.

I remember that during the summer vacation of the third grade, because my academic performance was not very satisfactory, my mother sent me to a teacher’s house for tutoring. Many things happened in their house, among which I was most shocked. What is unforgettable is that incident: that morning, we were doing our homework seriously. At about half past ten, Teacher Wang went to cook for us. My classmate said something to the classmate next to me. Later, they chatted more and more enthusiastically, and the three classmates next to me were also inspired. They also talked enthusiastically with them. Later, I couldn't help but I couldn't help but chat with them. Soon, I heard the footsteps of Teacher Wang Lai. I immediately calmed down and did my homework, but they didn't notice it yet, so I patted the classmate next to me and said to her: "Teacher Wang Lai is here." But she was Ignoring me, I just kept talking. Later, when Teacher Wang heard their words, he stood at the door and looked at us seriously. I thought to myself: It's over, this world war is about to begin. Sure enough, Teacher Wang loudly asked a classmate: "Li Yijia, who was the noisiest just now?" Li Yijia carefully answered: "Gu Jiacheng." Teacher Wang listened. Then she was very angry: "But what I just heard was a girl saying the loudest! Li Yijia, although Xiaobao is a girl, you can't protect her!" After saying that, she took Gu Jiacheng outside Went. When she came over again, she talked a lot more, and suddenly she heard her say that Lin Danni performed the best today and didn't make trouble with you. I felt very ashamed after listening to it.

When I think about it now, I feel very regretful. I should have explained it to the teacher at the time, but I didn’t. This is something I will never forget. Composition 9 about regret

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. Whenever I read this famous saying, I think of that one thing that I regret deeply.

That happened in a math class in the third grade. The teacher asked us to draw an acute triangle in our notebooks. I immediately turned around and covered every space in my schoolbag. . As a result, "Strange, where is my ruler?" I said to myself. Just when I was confused, I happened to see that the ruler of my deskmate Chen Jiahui was exactly the same as mine. "Hmph! The little thief was finally discovered by me." I muttered secretly in my heart. "Where did you get this ruler?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face. "I bought it!" my deskmate replied. "Bought it? I think you stole it!" I said angrily. "Hey! I'm telling you, don't slander anyone!" Chen Jiahui said with an angry look. "Did you buy it? Then why is it exactly the same as my ruler? I think you have a guilty conscience!" After saying that, I snatched his ruler away. He showed an unconvinced expression, but the anger in his heart I couldn't suppress it anymore, and I saw him raising his hand, ready to hit me. At this time, I was on guard and said: "If you hit me, I will tell the teacher!" So he put down his hand, but he still felt a little uncomfortable. Convinced.

When I got home from school, I actually found a bag of rulers in the drawer, "Ah! This is my ruler! Did I really misunderstand him?" I looked confused. said. At this time, there was sudden thunder in the sky and heavy rain. God seemed to be blaming me.

This incident makes me deeply regret it! At the same time, it also made me unforgettable for the rest of my life! Essay on Regret 10

The most regretful thing

Whenever I walk into the Lantern Square and see the fountains spraying each other in the Lantern Square, I will think of what makes me regret. What happened... It was noon on a Saturday. My cousin and I were playing in the square. Unknowingly, we came to the fountain. The fountain was very big, but the fountain was not open. The water in the fountain was still, as calm as if it were smooth. The clear mirror reflects the shadows of my cousin and me.

My cousin and I played with the water in the pool. After playing for a while, we found it boring, so we sat by the pool and looked at the faucet of the fountain. The faucet was made of iron and had a simple design. I touched it with my hand and it was ice cold. ; I twisted it with my hand, but the faucet didn't move. I pushed hard and the faucet moved. After a few gentle turns, I removed the faucet. I took it in my hand and looked at it. I felt that there was nothing interesting to see. It wasn't fun, so I just threw it into the fountain.

My cousin saw me dismantling a faucet, and he also dismantled another. I didn’t take it seriously at the time, and I just forgot about it. A few days later, my mother and I came to the square to play again. Unknowingly, we came to the fountain. The fountain was open. I suddenly remembered the faucet. Because I had removed the faucet, the fountain was not spraying like before. The water splashed like mist, but flowed like tap water. People watching said: "The fountain faucet was broken."

After I heard it, my face suddenly turned red. It has been a long time since this incident, and the faucets in the square have been repaired long ago. But when I think of this incident, I regret it very much. There is no such thing as regret in the world. I understand in my deep self-blame: the property of the public It belongs to all of us and we should cherish it. From now on, I will be a good student with quality and education. Essay on Regret 11

Memory is like a colorful garden, where all kinds of beautiful flowers are blooming, including red and white... However, there is one thing in every flower, among which There is one thing that I regret endlessly ---

That morning, after I had breakfast, my father asked me to send a letter to my uncle. When I heard it, I was very happy. I thought I could be freed from studying again today. When I came to the post office, I bought stamps and was about to write the stamps when I sent the letter and forgot to bring a pen. When I was worried, the uncle from the People's Liberation Army next to me saw what I was thinking and handed a beautiful pen to me with a smile. I went to the counter to sell stamps.

After I wrote the envelope, I saw the uncle in the pen. I looked at this pen and thought, what a beautiful pen! It’s still a hero card. It would be great if it belonged to me! After thinking about it, an idea appeared in my mind - take it away

So I hurriedly left the post office, for fear that the uncle would catch up. After a while, I listened to make sure that the uncle would not rush. Come up and take out the pen. When my eyes fell on the shining word "hero", my heart seemed to be pricked by a needle. Is taking away uncle's pen considered a hero?

Thinking of this, I ran to the post office in the scorching sun. When I arrived at the post office, my uncle was gone.

This incident made me regret it. He always reminded me to be an upright and honest person. Essay on Regret 12

Whenever I see Toy Man, I think of that incident. It happened on a weekend when my parents took me to a friend’s house to play. My friend took out some toy figures and showed them off in front of me. I was fascinated and wanted to take them home. How I wish I could have those toy people! They are so cute! Even if there is only one, I will be satisfied.

At this time, my friend invited me, which is my favorite, but at this time, I was not interested at all. I only thought about those toy people, and I couldn't get rid of those thoughts. I wanted to take one when others were not paying attention, but I couldn't find the opportunity. We continued to play, but there were many beads of sweat on my head, and my heart was full of toy people. Finally, he went out to drink water. My hands trembled and I picked up one. My heart was beating loudly. Just when I was hesitating to pick up another one, someone came. I quickly retracted my hand, pretending to be nonchalant, but my body was trembling. When my friend saw me like this, he asked me what was wrong. I hesitated and said it was nothing.

Time passed as slowly as a grindstone. Finally, when I got home, I felt extremely uncomfortable before leaving. I want to say it but I don’t dare to say it. What if my father scolds me? If he takes the toy man back, wasn’t my work just now in vain? Alas, I had to push through.

At night, I lay on the bed and tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. As a young pioneer, that's not what I should do. If he noticed that one was missing, he would definitely guess it was me. If my classmates understood, they would laugh at me, and the teacher would criticize me if they understood... I thought about it for a long time that night, and finally decided to apologize to him the next day. Essay on Regret 13

I want to leave you, because you are too important in my heart, and I am afraid that when you really come into my heart, I will really be unable to leave you. ————Inscription

That night I told you the news that I was going to do it, and you begged me hard not to leave. My heart ached at that time, so I said sorry to you and left. The next day I used to open QQ and open the message record with you. When I saw the sentence "I'm waiting for you" you sent last night, I didn't sleep well that day every week. Only then did I silently realize that you had walked in. into my heart.

In the third week, I secretly checked your space and found that you have been having a very bad time recently. I secretly used my trumpet to chat with you. As we chatted, I cried. I don’t know why I cried. I just I know that you are having a bad life because of me. You have also looked for many people to ask for news about me, but you have not found any. How do you know how I am doing without you? I am used to crying and hiding. When you say you When I was having a hard time, I resisted letting you know who I was, but when you said "I'm waiting for her" again, all my defenses were broken, just because you are my most important friend, and we have We agreed to be admitted to Zhejiang University together. I will wait for you at Zhejiang University, because you are the only one for me.

I regret leaving you, otherwise you wouldn’t be sad!

Using a diary to prove our friendship can serve as a lesson to the world.

Second grade: Wang Yuanyuan’s essay on regret 14

Last summer I had no money, and I was itching to make money again. Suddenly a voice came into my ears.

‘Buy hair braids’

When I heard this, I was ecstatic and shouted loudly that braids are for sale. Soon the guy buying braids came. I started bargaining with him. At that time, I didn’t know how much the braids were worth, so I pretended to be serious and said, ‘Otherwise I won’t sell it. ’

‘Thirty yuan. Do it or not. ’

‘If not, just thirty yuan. Thirty-five yuan is too little. ’

‘Okay, then thirty-five. ’

At this time, xxx and nn who were standing aside said that thirty-five was too little and they would not sell it. The guy who bought braids changed his face when he heard this and said, "What do you know about this kid? Let's go." When xxx heard this, he became anxious and said that I was a brat. If xxx didn't sell it, it would be thirty-five. The aunt on the side (I don’t know what to call her) also said that thirty-five is too little. When the man heard this, he became anxious and said, "How much is that?" ’xxx said that the person who didn’t sell it for fifty cents seemed to have smiled, pretending to be hesitant and said okay.

After we agreed on the price, we started to cut it. I said I should go home and cut it, but several people said there was no need to go home and the person who bought the braids was more determined. After cutting it, I went home and saw that the cutting was okay, and then I told my grandma.

When grandma heard this, she thought, oh, the silly boy is happy to sell it for fifty, this hair is worth more than a hundred.

When I heard this, I was dumbfounded and cursed the guy who bought braids in my heart. I ran to the room again, looked in the mirror and found that I had a mushroom head. I couldn’t help but cry. Holding the fifty yuan tightly.

I didn’t expect that this lady like me would turn into a tomboy as soon as I cut my hair.

Since I cut my hair, I have been given several nicknames by xxx, such as ‘Big Ball, Mushroom Head’. ’ If God doesn’t give me back my hair. Essay on Regret 15

There is one thing in my heart that I regret, which almost made me lose my friendship.

On Saturday morning, my good friend Zhang Yaqi and I went to the Hippo Studio to learn painting. That day, the teacher taught us how to draw goldfish. The tools we needed were pencils, erasers, and red, yellow, and orange colored lead.

After the teacher finished speaking, we started to draw. After a while, my dear Zhang Yaqi finished drawing the shape of the goldfish. When we started to color the goldfish, the teacher told us: "We should combine red, yellow, and orange to form a gradient color, and then, put this Paint it with gold..."

This is when Zhang Yaqi found that she had forgotten her red colored pencils, so she said to me: "Li Jiaying, can you give me your red colored pencils?" I said, "Okay." I took out a red colored pencil and gave it to her. After finishing the painting, I asked her for the pen, but she said she had already returned it. I searched for a long time, but there was no space for even the shadow of the pen. I immediately became furious and accused her, but she was not to be outdone: "If you pay it back, you pay it back. It's your own bad luck if you can't find me, huh!" After that, she left.

After this incident passed, I never paid attention to her again. I didn’t say hello when I met her occasionally, as if I hadn’t seen her.

Later, when I was cleaning the Hippo Studio, I found the pen under the table. I regretted it so much that I felt like I was being bitten by thousands of ants. Then, I found her and said, "I'm sorry." "It doesn't matter, I was also wrong. I should have handed the pen to you that day. I saw you drawing and didn't want to disturb you, so I put the pen on the table and left. "Okay, okay, don't blame each other, let's be good friends like before. ”

After this incident, our relationship took a further step and became inseparable good friends.