The feeling of being wronged 1

It was a sunny afternoon. I was sitting on the sofa watching TV. However, before my butt got hot from sitting, my mother asked me to He swept the floor and said there would be guests at home later.

After receiving the "imperial edict", I stood up immediately and started sweeping the floor. After a while, I finished sweeping the floor, and I continued to sit on the sofa and watch TV with peace of mind. Unexpectedly, my buttocks didn't feel hot again, so my uncle came to our house.

I quickly got up and poured tea for my uncle. I don’t know where my uncle went. His shoes were full of mud, and so were my aunt’s shoes. I was a little depressed when I saw that the floor I had just swept turned into a "big painted face". But it didn't show.

After sitting for a while, my mother came back with some vegetables in her hand. It turned out that she had gone out to buy things. I took the vegetables from my mother's hand, but suddenly I found my mother looking at the floor. I was about to explain. , but my mother was already sitting on the sofa talking to her aunt.

I was a little frustrated inside, so as soon as my uncle and aunt left, I immediately said to my mother, "I just swept the floor."

Unexpectedly, my mother looked at me coldly. He glanced at me, his eyes full of distrust, and then said, "Are you a liar? Is this the floor you swept away?" I was so sad that my nose became sore and tears fell down.

My mother didn’t say anything more, turned and left. I don’t know how long I stood there. Later, I swept and mopped the floor again, and then returned to my room, but I felt very sad inside.

It’s been a long time since this happened, and I don’t know why I suddenly remembered it. But, since I remembered it, let’s write it down. But this matter is really uncomfortable. I have been wronged in vain. The most important thing is that my mother doesn’t believe me! The feeling of being wronged 2

Ever since my sister came home, being wronged has been as common as eating.

In the early morning, my sister got up at six o'clock, clamoring for me to get up and play with her. However, I didn't come back from tutoring until ten o'clock last night, so I didn't have the energy to play with her. She kept shaking me, but I really couldn't sleep, so I hugged the quilt and said, "Go out and find something to play with by yourself."

After my sister walked out of the room, I was secretly happy that I could finally have a good sleep. .

But as soon as I closed my eyes, there was a sound. I didn’t care and continued to sleep.

The hour hand points to ten o'clock, my mother is back, and it's time for me to get up and prepare for lunch. As soon as I got dressed, I heard my mother calling me loudly. I ran to my mother's room. Before I could figure out the situation, my mother yelled at me: "What's going on on the wall? It's so big and you're taking my lipstick." Drawing on the wall."

I looked at my angry mother in confusion and asked, "What did I do? I just got up, what can I do?"

"How dare you quibble!" Mom became even more angry.

"I really didn't do anything." I avenged myself from the bottom of my heart.

My mother kept scolding me, and my face turned red. I wanted to contradict her, but I didn’t dare. My heart was full of grievances. Fortunately, the "thunderstorm" came and went quickly. My mother had enough scolding and walked to the kitchen angrily.

It feels so uncomfortable to be wronged! The feeling of being wronged 3

"You actually fought with your classmates! I'm so angry..." As soon as I entered the door, my father started to curse me.

I felt baffled and quickly explained: "Dad, I didn't fight." Who knew, this sentence simply added fuel to the fire, and my father shouted: "You still dare to quibble! I worked hard I have worked hard to support you for so many years, and now you are talking back to me!" I was so sad that I immediately rushed into the room, closed the door, and lay down on the bed. I don’t know how much time passed, but my father walked to my room and said calmly: "I went out to do errands today and passed by your playground. I saw you fighting with a classmate. You were wearing the yellow dress I gave you on your ninth birthday. Clothes." "I don't have any. What class were you in when you passed by?" I asked. "Second period." Dad replied, "Our second period is English class.

"I pointed to the class schedule, "But I just saw you fighting there, wearing that yellow dress, I couldn't be wrong! "I was unable to refute and felt very sad.

The next day, I came to school with heavy steps, and my mind was full of doubts. At this moment, a tall man wearing yellow clothes like me appeared A similar male classmate appeared in my sight. At this moment, he was blaming a female classmate. My eyes lit up and I ran over and asked, "What was your second class yesterday morning?" "Physical education class, what's wrong?" "I seemed to understand something and left without looking back.

In the evening, I told my father what I had discovered. After my father knew the truth, he said: "Son, I'm sorry, I wronged you. "It feels so uncomfortable to be wronged! The feeling of being wronged 4

One day, my mother and I went to the supermarket to buy something. Just as we were going to the checkout, I saw a water tank containing aquatic products beating outside. Two big fish. These two big fish opened and closed their mouths and were breathing rapidly. So, I ran to the water tank and thought about how to put the fish back. I had an idea and immediately picked up the fishing net in the water tank. I tried to get the fish into the net, but after several attempts, the fish slipped out of the net, and the fish was still jumping around. I was very anxious for a while, so I pushed the fish to the side of the water tank and inserted it hard. , the fish fell into the net. I put the net back into the water, and the fish in the net swam away, but the other fish's breathing was even faster. I picked up the fish in the same way and put it into the water tank. . But this fish just couldn't break free from the net, which made me anxious. I pulled the handle of the fishing net left and right, trying every means to make it break free, which made me anxious. Finally, with my help, the little fish returned to the water tank. My tinkering with the water tank was noticed by the staff, who said, "If you don't buy fish in the future, don't tinker with the water tank casually. Do you hear me?" "

I feel very unjust. I obviously did a good thing, but I was accused. I can't describe the feeling in my heart. I feel very depressed. On the way home, I didn't say a word. It suddenly occurred to me: It turns out that the taste of being wronged is bitter and sour. No matter what it tastes like, it cannot be sweet. I hope everyone can feel it. See the facts clearly before drawing conclusions, otherwise, it will bring the uncomfortable feeling of being wronged to more people.

I looked up at the sky. In the gloomy sky, there was no place blocked by clouds. Through a ray of sunshine, but also through my heart. The feeling of being wronged 5

I was very happy to go back today, but just before school, something unexpected happened to me.

When school was about to end, although I had finished copying my homework, I became happy again when I saw the math homework on the blackboard, because I had finished it at noon, and then I The person next to me in front said: "Haha, I've finished my math homework. Hu Zhentao said to me: "Lend it to me." "I said: "No. You go and ask Chen Shushu for it. Chen Shushu heard it and said, "I want to show it to the teacher." "I also said: "I want to show it to my mother. "(Because I didn't want to show it to him. If the teacher saw it, I would have to copy the class convention. I didn't want to copy it.) Hu Zhentao said: "No need to explain, explanation is just an excuse. Then Chen Shushu kept arguing with him. Later, Chen Shushu punched Hu Zhentao. Because it hit Hu Zhentao on the back, he asked without seeing it: "Who hit him?" "Chen Shushu immediately pointed at me. Hu Zhentao really thought it was me who hit me, so he picked up his schoolbag and hit me in the stomach. Ouch, it hurt like hell. "Hu Zhentao, it wasn't me who hit me. "I started to fuss, and then I started crying because I was punched because I was wrongly accused. (I don't cry like a weak girl!) Then the teacher knew what he was saying and said : “I will criticize him tomorrow. "

I went home and told my mother and grandma. They said they were going to criticize him, especially grandma. She said she had to go to school tomorrow. It seemed that Hu Zhentao was in trouble. Huh, he was the one who bullied me. It won’t end well. There’s a saying that goes: It’s not your fault that you look ugly, but it’s your fault that you look scary.

But I want to change it to: It’s not your fault that you hit the wrong person, but it’s your fault that you hit me by mistake!

Haha, if you hit someone by mistake, you have to be criticized, but if you hit someone by mistake and make him cry, you will be punished accordingly! The taste of being wronged 6

The taste of happiness, the taste of sadness, the taste of pain, the taste of happiness. There are many different flavors in my impression. Some feelings are indescribable and cannot be expressed in words, but the one that impressed me the most was the feeling of being wronged.

Once, after I had lunch at school, I was doing my homework during the lunch break. A male classmate in front of me turned around and told me something about games. I ignored him at first. I didn’t expect that what he said was so hilarious that I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I said, “Stop talking and let me do my homework, okay?” But the next scene shocked me, “Zhang Ye But, stand up!" I felt strange, but I stood up anyway, and the teacher continued to say loudly: "I kept hearing a voice below, it turned out to be you talking, do you know that time is money? After such a short time, you are still talking nonsense!" So I defended myself: "He was the one who talked to me first." But the teacher said: "It was you who was talking and talking about others. He was doing his homework seriously from beginning to end!" I thought to myself: "Oh my God! He said he wouldn't be punished for a whole day, and it's my fault that I just said a word to stop him?" This is when the teacher continued: "You seem to have a lot of time, put 15 Copy the lesson and give it to me before school." I reluctantly took out the paper and pen and glanced at the classmate who was talking to me. He was actually gloating over his misfortune as if he were watching a play. Tears welled up in my eyes. I finished copying 15 lessons with tears in my eyes. My hands were extremely sore. Actually, it was mainly because I felt uncomfortable in my heart.

It feels so uncomfortable to be wronged! It drove me into despair, but I got through it, so I had to be myself and not feel what it was like to be wronged again. The feeling of being wronged 7

Today when I was playing with a classmate, he accidentally fell to the ground. When I was about to go over and help the classmate up, I heard something in my ears. A sound like thunder. I turned around and saw that it was the monitor. I asked him, "What did you ask me to do?" The monitor said righteously, "What are you doing? Why are you bullying the weak?" My mind was filled with questions: "When did I bully the weak?" When did it happen?" The squad leader said decisively like a judge: "Isn't it! Don't try to get away with it, because I saw it." I was speechless, and I couldn't wash myself off even if I jumped into the Yellow River. To be clear, I am really a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis - I can't tell the pain.

At this time, I was pulled into the teacher's office by the monitor. The monitor told the teacher my "heinous crime" very seriously. I listened on the sidelines and finally understood how Dou E felt at that time. After listening, the teacher asked me very seriously: "Is this true?" When I looked at the teacher's suspicious eyes, the words I was going to explain disappeared without a trace like paper falling into the fire. I seemed to have choked on a mouthful of water and was very upset.

Just when I felt helpless and didn’t know what to do, there was a knock on the door, and the classmate who fell came in and reported to the teacher truthfully: "This is none of his business. , I did it accidentally." At this time, I breathed a long sigh of relief and felt grateful. But the monitor's words were like cold water, cooling my newly relaxed mood. The monitor shouted: "Don't be afraid of him, I will protect you."

But the classmate had a sense of justice: "Just now, when Fang Zhou was playing with me, I fell, and he wanted to help me. I got up, don't knock me down!"

After repeated confirmations, the squad leader realized his arbitrary and recklessness. He sincerely apologized to me. I felt very happy after hearing this.

The feeling of being wronged 8

One Monday night, there was a knock on the door. I was doing my homework. I went to open the door and saw an old woman. I asked my mother who she was. My mother didn’t know, so she went up and asked. They spoke a few words in dialect (which I couldn’t understand). Then, my mother told me that this was the old lady on the third floor. She said she heard a knock on the door this afternoon, and the person knocked again. , kicked again, and woke her up. As soon as she went up to look, the knocking on the door stopped again. It was probably a child playing a prank, so she wanted to see if it was me. She took my shoes and went down to check the shoe prints. They didn't match up, which meant it wasn't me.

I thought this matter was over, but it didn’t happen. When school was over the next morning, I went home as usual. When I walked to the stairs, I happened to meet the old lady on the first floor. The old woman said to me: "Brother, don't knock on my door anymore, okay? Why are you knocking?" I quickly said: "That's not the case, I didn't knock." And the old woman insisted that it was I did it and said, "You did it. The old man on the second floor told me that he saw it was you." Then, the old woman walked into her house and closed the door hard, as if to say Dissatisfaction with me. I am really a scholar meeting a soldier - I can't explain why. On Monday, all the students were wearing school uniforms. What the old man saw was a boy in school uniform. That was done by those bad boys. It has nothing to do with me. , the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and my eyes couldn’t help but moisten.

Until now, the old woman still thinks I did it. Alas, it feels so uncomfortable to be wronged. What it feels like to be wronged 9

Have you ever tasted what it feels like to be wronged? There is something unspeakably uncomfortable about being wronged, and I experienced it deeply once.

One time, I was writing my homework seriously in the study room. Suddenly, the door opened with a bang, which scared me so much that I almost jumped up. My younger brother ran in angrily, pointed at me and shouted loudly: "Su Chang, did you steal my pen?" I turned my head inexplicably and said to him: "Who took your pen? No! I There are a lot of pens!"

But my brother insisted that I was the one who took the pen. He also said: "Su Chang, if you dare to quibble, please hand over the pen." After hearing what he said, I I got angry and yelled at my brother like a lion: "Who took your pen? Get out quickly, I want to do my homework!" My brother still didn't give up and snatched my pencil case and looked through it again and again. After trying it again and still not finding it, I threw the pencil case to the ground.

I sadly picked up my beloved Bear Pen Case and some broken pens. The broken pens leaked oil and stained my Bear Pen Case black. My tears spurted out like spring water, and my heart seemed to be pricked by thousands of needles. It was so painful to be wronged! I cried and went to my mother and told her what happened. At this time, my grandma came over to help me find it. It turned out that the pen was caught in a comic book by my brother. No wonder I couldn't find it!

It was then that my brother realized that he was wrong and hurriedly apologized to me: "Sister, I'm sorry! It's my fault. I won't wrong others again before I figure things out." I saw that my brother knew his mistakes and could correct them, so I forgave him.

The feeling of being wrongly accused is really uncomfortable, but fortunately the truth came out in the end. The feeling of being wronged 10

That day, when I walked out of the school gate, the sky had darkened, and I was also hungry, so I wanted to buy something to eat in the small shop opposite the school.

When we arrived at the student stationery store opposite the school, there was an ice cream stand. I walked to the stall, bought a pack of Coca-Cola, took out ten yuan from my wallet, and paid it to the proprietress.

After a while, the landlady said that I had not paid. For the first time, I suspected that I had heard wrongly, and a flash of panic flashed in my heart. That was because I was afraid that I had heard wrongly. But later the lady boss really said that I didn't pay, and that the ten yuan was paid by a little boy. After hearing this, I looked at the empty wallet with only one key left, and was stunned. What a natural reason.

I told the proprietress: "No, I paid! I paid for this, and I gave it to you with my own hands!" But she didn't listen, and still insisted: "You didn't pay, it was the little boy who paid!" In fact, I wanted to ask her for an explanation, but because the other primary school students were looking at me, I had to leave with a blushing face.

On the road, I seemed to have been abandoned by adults. I kept wiping my tears like beads that had fallen off the thread. I was wronged! I wasted my parents’ hard-earned money!

When I got home, I was still crying. Maybe this was the saddest time I cried, not just for ten yuan! The feeling of being wronged 11

There are all kinds of strange things in this world, and there are all kinds of strange feelings. Among them, the most troublesome thing for me is the feeling of being wronged.

After a math test, the scores were sent out. I actually got the exact same score of "98" as my deskmate, and the wrong questions were also exactly the same. I started to get excited, because there were only a handful of people in the class who got high scores like us, so I inevitably received "envy, jealousy, and hate" looks from my classmates. I can still understand these looks, but some students still "exceeded their limits" "My deskmate and I were answering each other's questions. Who told me that my deskmate and I got the same question wrong? Now we are even more suspected of cheating on each other. Some classmates heard our quarrel and started making noises together. Just like this, we spread the word... Now I finally know that the power of the masses is huge, and the voices of the masses are loud... My deskmate and I I couldn't stand it any longer, and thought to myself: Now that our grades are not the first, if everyone accuses us of cheating and laughs at us, then what face will we have and how can we hold our heads up? No, now we can only ask "Bao Qingtian" Master Bao, Teacher Bao, to clear our grievances. I asked my deskmate to help me block it first, and I went to ask Mr. "Bao Qingtian" to judge these "rebellious officials and traitors".

I hurried into Teacher Bao’s office. I was sweating profusely and my face was red, while Teacher Bao looked leisurely and contented: "What's going on? Student Teng Yifei. No matter how anxious you are, you can't run around the campus in case..." " Teacher Bao, go to the classroom quickly! Quick, quick, quick..." I interrupted him immediately. Teacher Bao then stood up and walked towards the classroom with square steps. I thought to myself: Mr. Bao, can you walk a little faster? So slow! I wanted to push him from behind. From a distance, I could hear the noise in the classroom, like a busy and noisy vegetable market in the early morning. Finally arrived in the classroom, "Hey, why is it so lively? Go back to your seat quickly." Teacher Bao shouted, "What happened?" My deskmate and I shouted in unison: "They suspect that we are correcting each other's answers." Let me take a look." Teacher Bao walked up to us, looked at my paper, and then looked at my deskmate's paper, and finally concluded that we did not cheat on each other, because our two problem-solving ideas were completely different, which meant that we were not cheating. May cheat on each other. I started to secretly rejoice: Haha! It's just that good people are rewarded, and "evil does not overwhelm righteousness"!

It feels really uncomfortable to be wronged. If Teacher Bao hadn't made the decision for us, we would have been unjustly accused of being "guilty" even if we were "not guilty"! The feeling of being wronged 12

The feeling of being wronged is like swallowing a coptis, it is really bitter.

One day, the sun was shining brightly. Dad took out his treasure, a model of a racing car signed by Hamilton, moved a small table to our balcony, wiped it, and put it on Let it dry on the table. When he collected the car in the afternoon, he found that the paint on the surface of the car was scratched, and he became furious. Because I am usually very naughty, my father thought it was me who broke it.

But no matter how I explain, my father doesn’t believe me. That evening I felt aggrieved but had no one to talk to, so I had to hide alone on the balcony and cry secretly. My tears kept falling like broken pearls. I cried and cried. I thought to myself: "I will never ignore my father again. He has wronged me."

At that time, only my grandfather believed it. Me, but I was on the balcony and heard my father scolding me in the living room: "She only breaks things at home. She just knows how to play and break things every day."

"When I heard these words, I became even sadder and cried louder and louder. Grandpa came over to comfort me and told me to stop crying, saying that I should be careful not to hurt my body from crying. He also told me to ignore what my father just said and forget all the unpleasant things. . But I still felt so aggrieved that I couldn’t let it go for a long time.

The next day, my father finally found out the truth about the scratched paint on the car model. It turned out that the door of our house was open that day. , a wild dog ran in. It smelled the soap, sniffed and scratched the racing model, because the wild dog came again the next day and made me wronged. He apologized to me. He also bought me a bag of dog food and asked me to feed the dog. I forgave my father and went to feed the dog happily.

Happy. The week is over, and I carefully summarized the joys and sorrows of the previous few days. The "red scarf incident" on Monday left me with endless memories.

On that day, I wore something new. A big red down jacket, and in order to resist the biting whistling north wind, I also brought an "extra" scarf.

When I came to a corner, I saw a scarf that was no higher than my shoulders. The little boy walked past me because my scarf covered the red scarf, so when he turned around, he saw that there was no trace of the red scarf around my neck. It was like he had discovered a new world, and his eyes radiated with schadenfreude and a mocking tone. Shouting: "Haha! She's not wearing a red scarf! "

I looked at him and said "cut".

The little boy saw the two red lines on my left arm again and added: "Also. Where's the squadron leader! "

Hey! This little P kid is so self-righteous, what a fool! My red scarf is called "hiding deeply", hiding behind the warm scarf, this is called "master"! Let's talk about me He's not a squadron leader, he's just a member of the squadron committee. There's a huge difference between the squadron leader and the squadron committee members!

Originally, I was the older sister, so I shouldn't have. There are so many things for adults to argue with him! But the little boy’s shouts turned everyone’s attention to me, making me very embarrassed.

So, I gave him one first. I rolled my eyes, then took off my scarf, and let these people who didn't know the "inside story" take a good look. Then I "walked away".

Although the truth of the matter has been revealed, it will be blown by the wind. What comes is a bitter feeling of being wronged... The feeling of being wronged 14

"Sister, sister..." I was doing homework in the room, and my sister ran in staggeringly. /p>

I know why she came in, because it’s very hot outside and the air conditioner is on in my room. “You stay here and don’t disturb me from my homework. "I told my sister and continued to do my homework.

My sister couldn't wait, climbed up to the window sill, and looked at the scenery outside through the glass window. At this time, a flying insect suddenly flew over, and after a while It flew above and then below, constantly disturbing me. It was so annoying!

At this time, the flying insect fell on the floor. I quickly pointed at the flying insect and said to my sister, "Sister." Look! Quick, crush it to death! "My sister climbed down from the window sill, stood on tiptoes, and quietly ran to Xiao Chong. Then she picked up her shoe and hit Xiao Chong hard. Xiao Chong was beaten to death and stuck to her sister's shoes. My sister was shocked when she saw it, and then started crying. While crying, she said, "Sister, what should I do? The little bug is trying to bite me! "I said: "Go get a paper towel and wipe it off, that's it. "

After listening to my words, my sister ran out quickly. Because she ran too fast, she accidentally fell. "Woo, woo" my sister burst into tears. The sound was like the earth was falling apart, which was unbearable. . Although I like my little sister, I also hate her crying.

Suddenly, grandma’s voice came from outside the door: “Beibei, how can you push your sister? "

"It wasn't me, she fell down by herself! "I said unconvinced.

"It's you!"

"No..." Grandma said again, "It's the sister you harmed..."

After listening to grandma's words, I felt so wronged, tears welling up in my eyes! It wasn't me who did it in the first place, it was obviously her own fall!

Oh, it feels so bad to be wronged! The feeling of being wronged 15

Today, as soon as I entered the classroom, I found that my classmates were looking at me with strange eyes, and some were pointing at me. Did I do something wrong? Suddenly, my heart was like fifteen buckets fetching water - up and down.

Suddenly, Li Hao walked up to me and said sternly: "Give me my pen back!" My face turned red. Oh my gosh! When did I take his pen! I felt very uncomfortable. "What pen?" I asked in surprise. At this time, Chen Huan pointed at my nose and said: "Stop pretending. Yesterday, you were the last to leave. Who else could it be if you weren't you? Return the pen to them quickly!" I was choked and stamped my feet: "You have nothing to do with me." There is no proof, why do you say I took it?" Li said, "Have you not taken other people's things before? It's really a problem that can't be corrected!"

The classmates also followed Li Hao's example. The cynicism made me so sad. Although I stole other people's things in first grade, I have changed my mind long ago! I felt the disdainful eyes of my classmates stabbing me, and I despaired. Even if I jumped into the Yellow River and washed myself for ten thousand years, I still couldn't get rid of it! Tears welled up in my eyes. If I cry, others will call me hypocritical; if I don’t cry, I will feel a knot in my heart and feel terribly uncomfortable. My ears were ringing, my face was livid with anger, and I really wanted to hit him head on to show my innocence.

In the end, I suppressed my emotions and begged Li Hao: "Look for it again and think about it. Did you put it in the wrong place? I beg you, look for it again..."

At this time, squad leader Wang Feng and several classmates went to Li Hao's seat and rummaged carefully, and finally found it between the two tables. The truth was revealed! I cried "Wow"... Who can understand this feeling of being wronged!