At that time, I made many mistakes in my wrong composition 1, but one thing, like a big, thick and sharp iron needle, went deep into my heart and I can't forget it. It has also become the most important lesson for me since I was a child.
That day, I went to my grandmother's house to play. As soon as I got home, some friends invited me to eat game in grandma's forest. In the forest, we began to catch wild animals. Through our efforts, we finally caught a wild bird and we jumped around like birds. We made a stone circle, made a fire and baked it for a while, but the fire didn't go out. We catch and eat like hungry eagles. There are unexpected events in the sky! Just as we were eating with relish, the wind "brought" a stick into the forest, and we didn't notice it. Five seconds later, it was a sea of fire. We panicked, so put out the fire quickly. After several hours, the fire finally went out. The scene before us is brand-new. The original green sea has been "polluted" by us into a dark sea, as dark as ink. Seeing this, we are like a messy dog, running back like an arrow without looking back. On the way, we thought, "Oh no! This is grandma's forest and my favorite. What if I send it? "
When I got home, I ate my meal in a hurry and went back to my room, thinking, "What should I do? If found ... "I thought of this, never think again. I suddenly had a brainwave and had a bad idea. I rushed to the woods, threw the leftover bones into the river first, then went home and took pliers to break the wire, put the pliers back, then put a stone between the wires, let the wires "fall" on the stone, then put a pile of hay on the stone, then lit it, so that both ends of the wires touched the fire slightly, and finally trampled it out. Finished, seamless natural arson piracy is completed. Grandma came back, saw the forest burned, rushed over like a tiger saw its prey, took a look, hit me hard, and I cried. Grandma said angrily, "The stone was not poured, it was trampled, and your feet smoked." You should treat mistakes correctly. "Then I cried and went home with my grandmother.
I don't remember what happened afterwards, but I haven't covered up my mistake since then. Don't cover up my mistakes in front of them. I can't make the same mistakes as I did.
That time, I made a mistake in writing composition 2. I did something wrong, which is still fresh in my memory and makes me regret it.
It was a summer vacation. Because of typhoon plum blossom, I really want to go swimming, but my parents don't let me go because of my safety. I quarreled with them. In a rage, I ran to the fourth floor, locked the door and sat there sulking.
Don't think it's over. Mom and dad ran to the fourth floor and told me to open the door. Of course, I refuse to open it. They have another trick: "Jiayun, we will take you swimming, open the door!" " "If you don't open it, you won't open it!" I said. But they begged me again and again, and I finally couldn't resist their sweet words and opened the door. But I didn't expect a "mixed double" to wait for me. As soon as the door opened, dad rushed in and hit me with a hanger. My mother looked at me eagerly and raised the hanger to hit me. Soon, my body was burned.
Now that I think about it, I regret it. Why don't I listen to my parents? They are also considering my safety. I want to say to them, "I was wrong."
At that time, my wrong composition 3 opened the floodgate of memory, and childhood memories flooded in like water, which made people feel happy, sad and guilty.
Once, I was playing in my grandmother's garden and accidentally stepped on the Chinese cabbage planted by my grandfather. The leaves of cabbage look like an eggplant immediately after being beaten by frost, and the color is darker than the original green. As soon as I saw it, I simply uprooted the "rotten cabbage" and squeezed it hard, and a lot of juice flowed out. When I stepped on it again, the juice came out like a spring, forming a "micro-spring". I stepped on it until there was no juice, and then I dug a small hole where I planted it and buried it.
After a long time, I heard my grandfather calling my brother, calling him to the vegetable garden, pointing to the "rotten cabbage grave" and asking, "Did you do it?" My younger brother is stubborn. He won't do it. He cocked his head and said, "I won't do it!" " "Grandpa was still calm, but when he heard his brother's tone, he slapped his head angrily and scolded," Who is that? Could it be me? "After a while, grandpa gently stroked his brother's head and advised," It doesn't matter if you do something wrong. As long as you have a good attitude of admitting your mistake, you can get away with it. "But this time, my brother simply ignored my grandfather, and my grandfather severely spanked my brother with anger. I watched, and there were thousands of little people laughing in Qian Qian.
Until now, grandpa and his younger brother are still in the dark, and the food on the "Chinese cabbage graveyard" always grows best. Grandpa is very confused about this.
Grandpa, brother, I was wrong that time. I shouldn't do bad things behind my back, let alone gloat at my brother's injustice!
At that time, I made a mistake in my composition. Everyone always has a composition read by the teacher. When I come down, my English composition is read by the teacher, and I will introduce my mistakes.
One Wednesday afternoon, the first class was English, followed by the most beautiful music class and microcomputer class. I'm in a very good mood, and it's another beautiful afternoon. But it didn't last long. In the first English class, when I was talking about the paper, I talked about the composition topic: the teacher asked the students to read the composition by themselves, and my heart beat faster. Don't call me! I kept saying this in my heart, and the teacher's eyes swept away and really asked me to show my composition to the teacher. I kept saying "Oh, my writing is not good", but the teacher still said "Nothing, bring it here." I kept saying in my heart, how could I be so unlucky? At this time, my tears have been spinning in my eyes. I've been trying to stop my tears, but I failed to live up to my tears. These tears, like a group of naughty children, want to jump out of their eyes quickly. This is what the teacher saw and said, "Why are you crying?" I read your composition to help you correct this mistake. You can solve this problem by yourself in the future. Ok, I won't read your composition. When I saw the teacher say, "Who wants me to read his composition?" At this time, all the students raised their hands.
This story tells us that mistakes are inevitable, but we can correct them so that mistakes belong to the past and beauty to the future.
That time, I made a mistake in a composition. Five people may have made many mistakes in their lives, and I am no exception. Among them, what impressed me the most was the time when I chased my classmates.
That day, I came to school early in the morning. I took out my book and read it carefully. When I was reading, a piece of paper fell off my head. I picked up the note and looked at it. It has my head painted on it and a lot of dirty words. I turned around in anger and saw Xiaoming, my sworn enemy, laughing. This is like adding fuel to the fire. I was so angry that I rushed at Xiaoming. Xiao Ming was frightened. He ran out of his seat quickly. What about me? Chase him, I chase and chase, and he runs and runs. I am running. Suddenly, I slipped and bumped into a classmate who was drinking water. Water spilled all over the floor. Xiaoming accidentally stepped into the water and hit his head. It's terrible.
Later, I thought, I was too impulsive, and he scolded me. I can tell the teacher, so that this will not happen. After Xiao Ming was discharged from the hospital, I apologized to him: "I'm sorry." He said, "It doesn't matter, I'm also at fault." Even so, I feel guilty.
Although this matter has passed, it has left an indelible "scar" in my heart. At the same time, I understand, don't be too impulsive.
That time, I made some mistakes in my life, from big to small, from killing to setting fire to small. But after what happened, I don't want to be cheaper.
That was when I was eight years old. One cool night, just as our family was preparing for dinner, my father's favorite Erguotou disappeared. I only heard my father shout, "Ai Yujie, buy a bottle of Erguotou for my father." Said, and gave me three dollars.
I ran down the stairs and came to the shop downstairs. I saw countless toys in the shop. There are water guns, toy cars and toy guns ... how I want to buy a water gun! But look at the price tag of Erguotou, which is exactly three yuan.
Just as I was hesitating, suddenly there came a loud cry from outside: "Sell Erguotou! Authentic Erguotou is cheap! Two dollars a bottle! " I was so excited that I rushed out of the store and bought a bottle of Erguotou. I went back to the store and bought a water gun with a fifty cents. I got the fifty cents back.
I stepped into the house happily and handed the Erguotou to my father. I only heard my father ask, "Where did you get the water gun?"
"I bought it." I answered excitedly.
"But spirit Erguotou is clearly 3 yuan. Where did you get the money to buy a water gun? " Dad asked.
So I told my father what happened in detail. I thought my father would praise me, but he pulled a long face, quickly opened the Erguotou, took a sip, and immediately spit it out.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Son, how can you be so greedy? This wine is a fake. He sells it at such a low price just to attract people to buy it. Do you know? " Dad shouted.
In the face of my father's repeated abuse, I couldn't help crying. I know: this time, I was really wrong!
"It's okay! Buy a lesson this time and don't do it again. " Dad touched my head and said earnestly.
I sincerely apologize to my father: "Dad, I was wrong!" " "
This matter is deeply imprinted in my mind, because it reminds me all the time that I can't be greedy for petty gain at any time!
That time, my composition 7 was wrong. That time, I was wrong about my mother. You are like a crutch, guiding me silently and making me grow sturdily. You are like a life buoy. When I met with danger and difficulties, you helped me tide over the difficulties. You are like a candle. When I was dark and helpless, you helped me light up the road ahead.
When I come home from work every day, the first sentence is to ask me, "Have you finished your homework?" I'm tired of listening to this every day. Finally, one day, I can't stand it anymore.
My mother was just about to ask me, and I said angrily, "Say you don't bother it every day! I can hear cocoons in my ears. What a chatterbox! " Mother suddenly became stupefied. I suddenly felt as if I had said something wrong. I seem to see my mother's' heart is crying'. I feel so guilty, so guilty! My mother never spoke again and passed me silently. The time when you came to me-it's been a long time.
My mother closed the door. I think my mother must be very sad at this time. I found out that my mother said it was for my own good every day! My mother didn't even give me time to rest. Every day, she said to me, "Teachers must learn what they are doing in class, and they won't ask in time." Day after day, year after year, wherever and whatever happens. Never changed.
Thinking of this, I pushed open the door involuntarily, and everything in front of me was beyond my expectation. Mom is helping me prepare a nutritious breakfast tomorrow. "Pa" a transparent liquid fell on my hand, so heavy. "Mom, I was wrong," I couldn't help saying. My mother held me in her arms and said, "It's okay, don't go against it next time!" " "At this moment, a breeze blew and the leaves rustled. ...
I was wrong that time. ...
That time, I made a mistake in composition 8. On one occasion, my handwriting was poor and I was specially named by the teacher in class. I am sad, regretful and annoyed.
At noon, we have little time to do our homework, and there is a lot of homework. Besides, there is more homework today than before, so I have to write it quickly. I can't stop writing. I'm afraid the teacher will scold me for not finishing this. I hate dragging my homework and being severely scolded. I thought to myself: I might as well write faster.
I picked up the Chinese book and copied the words quickly without wasting any time, otherwise it would be too late to write other homework. It seems that I will finish copying soon. Suddenly, I made a mistake and have to write again. It's really annoying Copying and copying, I saw that other students had finished their homework, so I had to copy hard. I looked at the time and wasted so many minutes. I thought to myself: I still have one test paper to finish. How can I make it up to you? I always encourage myself to be calm. Finally, I finished it. I looked at the alarm clock again. There is only a little time left, so I have to write quickly because I have to do something else in the first class. I have to finish it in such a short time. In the process, I completely forgot that my handwriting was ugly. I wrote it myself, with only one purpose in mind, that is, to finish it quickly. From a distance, there is only one sentence left. I finished it with great speed. I think: there must be no good bones to eat with such a slow writing.
I handed in my homework and did something else. I thought: There are only a few minutes left. Can you finish your music homework? I thought and rang the doorbell. After the teacher handed out the papers, he began to scold me. I think it is really my fault that I don't take words seriously.
That time, I was really wrong. Be sure to correct it next time.
That time, I made a mistake in composition 9. Whenever I get good grades in exams, I always smile, which reminds me of that scene. Every time I think about it, I always blush to the root of my neck.
I was just in grade three at that time. One day in math class, Teacher Sun handed out test papers. I secretly glanced at the score on the paper, and my heart immediately sank to the bottom: alas! 84 points! My heart pounded at the thought of my parents' disappointed expression. Before I recovered from my grief, Teacher Sun simply said, "Take the test paper back for parents to sign." Although the voice of this sentence is surprisingly small, it is still like a soft sword stuck in my heart.
What are we going to do? Mom and Dad will kick my ass when they see this score! I thought gloomily as I bowed my head and kicked the stone, and my steps slowed down immediately, alas! If only someone could sign my parents' names ... yes! Can't you imitate it yourself? As long as the imitation is similar, the teacher can't see it. I was stunned by my bold idea: sign or not? I can't help pacing in the same place. 84 minutes is a safe day. Do it or not? Do you dare? At this moment, my heart is like a mess, blocked. When I got home, I bit my teeth: sign it! You can avoid a "blood disaster!" I carefully pulled out the paper from the interlayer of my schoolbag and took out other papers: it had my mother's signature on it. I imitated it with a pencil, and soon, a real signature appeared on my rotten paper. I slipped the test paper into my schoolbag again, only to find that my hands were all sweaty.
The next day, I took the paper with trepidation to correct it for Teacher Sun. Teacher Sun said, "Guo Ziyue, did your parents sign this?" Then look at me with kind eyes. I nodded trembling, pecking rice like a chicken in panic. ...
What a surprise! I haven't imitated my parents' signatures since the last incident. Even if I fail several exams, I never lie. You learn from your mistakes, don't you?
I made a mistake in my composition at that time 10. When I was 8 years old, I experienced an unforgettable mistake which was caused by my curiosity.
At that time, I saw my father holding a cigarette every day, taking a sip and spitting out a lot of cigarettes. I am curious.
One day, while my father was out and my mother was in another room, I quietly "stole" a cigarette from my father's cigarette case, took a lighter from the tea table and put the cigarette butt into the flame. Just lit, the smoke rushed out like a naughty child, changing patterns in the air at will, turning into a circle and a square. Sometimes there is a small snake crawling in the air, but it will gradually fade away, spread out and disappear into the air.
I was curious, so I pretended to imitate my father. I put the cigarette in my mouth and took a long breath. I coughed before I could spit it out. It seems that this cigarette is really a bad thing, but why does my father like smoking so much? Just when I was puzzled, my mother opened the door and said, "Xinyu, are you hungry?" Do you want to eat? " I was afraid that my mother would find out, so she stuffed the cigarette under the sofa without thinking. But my mom found out. She ran in a panic and grabbed the cigarette. I saw that the sofa had turned black, and a small hole was burned in some places. "Xinyu, why are you doing this? What if the sofa burns and catches fire? " Mother put out the cigarette, put it on the table, turned around and scolded me angrily. My tears suddenly flooded into my eyes, turned several times, and then flowed down like a stream. I regret it very much, because I almost caused irreparable losses and unforgivable mistakes.
That time, I was wrong and almost made an unforgivable mistake out of curiosity.