If you use "people are not sages, who can make mistakes?" This sentence is more appropriate to explain a regret I did in the first grade of primary school. I remember in a crisp autumn afternoon, when I was packing my schoolbag and preparing to go home, I suddenly found that my favorite pencil case could not be found. I rummaged through my schoolbag but couldn't find it. So, I had doubts about my friend's car, because he once said that he liked this pencil case very much and wanted to have it himself. "Did you steal my pencil case?" I found the car and said to him angrily. "no! Not me! " "Maybe you left it at home ..." He whispered. I thought what he said was reasonable, so I said to him, "Well, I'll go home and look for it tonight. If not, you have to pay me back! " "After that, I hurried home and searched the whole room, but there was still no one. So I told my father about it. After listening to this, my father said to me, "Let's go and find it together. If we can't find it, my father will buy you another one, okay? " "well! "Seeing that my father gave me a guarantee, the stone hanging in my heart was slowly put down. After finishing homework in the evening, the whole family searched again, but they still couldn't find it. Seeing that it was already nine o'clock at night, my mother kindly said to me, "Peng, it's very late now." Go to sleep quickly! " "I slowly fell asleep in bed. The next morning, I got up early and came to school. When I saw the car coming, I said to him, "It's not at my house at all! You pay me 20 yuan money quickly! " Cheran reluctantly took out her twenty dollars and gave it to me. I know, this is his breakfast fee for a week. If she gives it to me, she will be hungry! But at that time, I was carried away by anxiety and "brushed" the money away. During the summer vacation, my mother asked me to tidy my room. When I was cleaning the bottom of the bed, I accidentally found my favorite pencil case, so I ran all the way to Che Ran's house, but he had moved away. Then, I came to school and wanted to ask the teacher Che Ran's phone number. However, the news I heard was that Che Ran transferred to another school, and he took the information with him! From then on, whenever I see my pencil case, I will think of this regret.

A pity.

In my childhood memory, there are many regrets, many of which have been blurred, but it has been echoing in my memory ... I remember that it was the second class on Wednesday morning, and the Chinese exam was curly. I proudly picked up the test paper. "ah! It's only 85 points. How can I get my mother's signature when I go home? The ass must blossom. " I looked at the test paper in panic, anxious like ants on hot bricks. "What should I do?" I muttered to myself. "A signature, the test paper is printed, can't the signature be" printed "?" A "coup" has sprouted! When I got home, my mother saw that I had been absent-minded and wondered, "What's the matter?" "I, I ..." Before I finished, my mother's face suddenly became serious, as if she knew what I thought. She said, "Did you take an exam recently?" "No,no." I hesitate to say. "Ring, ring, ring ..." The telephone rang and my mother answered it at once. It's probably urgent. My mother hurried out after answering the phone. Well, I took a long breath. Then, I gritted my teeth and began to complete the "coup". First of all, I took out the signed test paper and put the unsigned test paper on it ... "Hey, it's quite like it. It's really mom's son. There should be no problem. " I said to myself, "I did it perfectly this time. I'm afraid no one knows except me."

A pity.

Once, my mother bought rice and went out to do business. I locked the door immediately, played crazy with Wang and forgot to go home for dinner. When I was hungry and wanted to go home, I found the key missing. I went back to a famous artist and found it in Wang's pocket. I didn't listen to his explanation, so I took the key from him angrily and went home. For this matter, I ignored him for several weeks, and he ignored me. Later, I carefully thought about it, whether it would be wronged him. When I decided to make up with him, I found that he had been transferred to Beijing.

A few years have passed in an instant, and I regret it when I think about it. I really want to say to Wang, "I'm sorry!" "

A pity.

It was 2003, and there was a new placement student in our class. His name is Zhang Jianjun, and his legs are somewhat disabled. Nobody in the class wants to play with him except me. Slowly, we all regard each other as best friends.

One day, I invited him to my house to play, and we had a good time. At this time, I was in a hurry and went to the toilet. Suddenly, there was a bang in the room. I have a bad feeling. When I entered the room, I saw Zhang Jianjun facing my broken airplane model, at a loss. I immediately flew into a rage and pointed at him and shouted, "You know what? This is the last birthday present my grandmother gave me before she died! What about you? ... get out of here! I never want to see you again! " I pulled him out of the room, threw him out of the door and slammed the door. Behind the door, the anger of revenge filled my chest. I rolled my eyes and came up with a plan of revenge. ...

The next day, when I got to school, he kept saying, "I'm sorry." I hoped to repair our broken friendship, but I ignored him. Every time he is criticized in class, I laugh with glee. He asked me a difficult question, and I answered it wrong on purpose, which made his homework full of red crosses. The first class in the afternoon is physical education class. I went back to the classroom on the grounds of stomachache. After making sure there was no one around, I secretly opened his schoolbag, took out his favorite pencil sharpener, smirked at me and fell to the ground with a bang. ...

After class, all the other students returned to the classroom. He burst into tears when he saw the shards of the pencil sharpener. I added fuel to the fire and said, "God has eyes, and evil is rewarded!" " He was even sadder and ran out of the classroom crying.

When I come home from school, the more I think about it, the worse I feel. He didn't break my model plane on purpose, but I broke his pencil sharpener on purpose. After much deliberation, I decided to apologize to him.

The next day in class, the teacher brought us a heavy news: "Jianjun's classmate was hit by a car on his way home. The doctor tried his best to treat him, but he was still ... left." I listened to the teacher's words and threw myself on the table, tears of regret welled up in my eyes. ...

Zhang Jianjun, I hope you can hear me say "I'm sorry" sincerely in heaven. ...