Please forgive my composition 1 I remember one day this summer, my mother took me to my mother-in-law's house for dinner, and my mother-in-law and mother cooked in the kitchen, so the living room became my world.
I was playing a war game in the living room, and I was having fun when I heard a bang. The stick in my hand hit the frame of my mother-in-law's reading glasses. "Unfortunately, things got worse this time." I secretly complained, and quickly picked up my glasses and saw that one corner of the frame was interrupted by me. I am anxious to go back and forth like an ant on hot bricks.
I approached the kitchen door softly and heard my mother-in-law and mother talking and laughing in the kitchen, which was a little relieved. They didn't realize my trouble. "It doesn't matter, just hide the glasses and don't let them know, so it's okay?" I comforted myself. But at the same time, another voice flashed in my mind: "no, you have done something wrong, you should be brave enough to admit your mistake and correct it." You are not afraid of mistakes, but you are afraid of whitewashing. " The two voices fought fiercely in their minds, and they were so noisy. I'm really dizzy and at a loss.
As time went by, my mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Clear the table, it's time to eat." I'm sweating, and I'm getting restless. "What should I do? What should I do? " I mumbled weakly. Finally, after ideological struggle, I tried to "hide the sky from the sea" and the idea of hiding my glasses prevailed. I quickly stuffed my mother-in-law's glasses into the closet in the aisle, and then pretended to sit at the dinner table as if nothing had happened. After all, there are ghosts in my heart. When eating, my heart was pounding and I was in a daze. I swallowed my meal and dragged my mother home in a hurry.
A week later, my mother took me to her mother-in-law's house again. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother-in-law reading a newspaper, and her glasses were wrapped in white tape for several times. How striking and dazzling. My heart tightened, and I was deeply hurt, so sad.
Grandma, I was wrong. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have broken your glasses or covered up my mistakes. This is a big problem related to honesty. I want to buy you a new pair of reading glasses with lucky money. I want to make it public to you and your parents. I solemnly apologize to you. Please forgive me.
Please forgive my composition 2 teacher, I want to tell you something, which has been buried in my heart for three years, and I want you to forgive me.
One morning in my second grade, I came to school. When I handed in my homework, I suddenly found that I didn't do a big problem! At that time, my heart was cold and I was scared. I thought about it and quickly said to the team leader, "I ... I want to go to the bathroom." Can you check it later? " "Very good." The unsuspecting group leader agreed and went upstairs with a pile of homework and handed it to the teacher. Seeing him go upstairs, I immediately ran back to the classroom, found my deskmate who didn't have time to hand in his homework, quietly took out the snacks I brought, gave some to this classmate and copied his homework. Make him swear not to tell the teacher. When the homework was handed over to the teacher, the "stone" in my heart finally fell to the ground and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You can escape on the first day, but you can't escape on the fifteenth" is true. In class, the teacher happened to talk about this homework. I took out my homework in fear and trembling, thinking to myself: Don't be silly. The teacher talked and watched. Seeing my deskmate's homework, the teacher was surprised and asked, "Why are your homework all the same?" I really have fifteen buckets of water in my heart-so anxious! I faltered and said, "but, but ... maybe it happened to be the same when we looked up the information." "Yes, maybe." The same table should also be harmonious. "Maybe." The teacher said and praised "my" homework in class.
A few days later, I felt that the homework with full marks was like laughing at me. What my deskmate said that day was also like irony. I think I should tell the teacher, but I'm afraid of being criticized. At this time, two little people jumped out of my heart. One said, "Don't say anything, it will hurt you and your deskmate!" " "The other said," You must tell the teacher how bad it is to cheat people! If you explain it clearly to the teacher, the teacher will definitely not talk about you, but will also praise you for correcting your mistakes! "But I chose to escape, as if nothing had happened in front of my classmates and teachers.
Teacher, I feel sorry for lying. I will never lie again. I must be an honest man. Will you forgive me?
Please forgive me. Mom, I feel sorry for you. I kept that lie to myself, but you didn't find it. I want to get it off my chest today.
At that time, you and your father were on a business trip, and it is estimated that you will be home very late. You told me to do my homework consciously all the way, but how can I give up this great opportunity? I just bought a set of "coveted" animal novels and put them at home. I dug up a brand-new book without knowing it, and I couldn't wait to finish it, leaving my homework behind.
Unconsciously, my sensitive ears vaguely heard the footsteps of "drumming", and my heart suddenly mentioned my throat. I quickly put my head out a little. Sure enough, you are in a hurry to go home. As soon as I saw it, I quickly took out my homework and pretended to write it. Near, near, near, the footsteps are getting louder and louder. Suddenly, you pushed open the door and dragged your tired body in. "Mom!" I pretended to be surprised and shouted, and you responded sweetly: "Baby, I'm back!" " "You went straight to my side and caressed my head. Who knows, you caught the animal novel at once, as if you caught my heart at once. I thought you found a flaw and twitched a few times to prepare for a storm. I can't wait to bury my head in the desk I don't want to. I trembled and squinted for a long time, but the terrible scene didn't happen. I quietly opened my eyes wide. So you're helping me clean up.
You told me "Watch your posture" and then you got busy. I glanced at the book out of the corner of my eye. The antelope in the book looked at me, and his eyes seemed to be full of ridicule. It silently said to me in a discriminatory tone: "Look at your timidity just now, just like a mouse seeing a cat!" Go repent and take responsibility for what you have done wrong. " But I don't have the courage. I usually fill my bare legs with lead, and everything I blurt out is forcibly swallowed. My throat is like a red-hot iron.
Time is like an old cow pulling a broken car-slow, but this lie is like a golden baggage, which makes me breathless. I know how hard it is to lie, mom. Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Please forgive me, Miss Huang. Remember the scene the other day when you fired my math class representative? I know you were really angry that day, so I want to ask your forgiveness.
In the morning reading class last Wednesday, Mr. Wu wrote down the phrases in Unit 6 in the classroom. Because I remember it clearly, I got 100. During the big break, MissWu asked me to get the dictation paper and told me that I got full marks. I was so happy that I readily agreed to Mr. Wu. Please believe me, I didn't mean to offend you at all. I don't know what will happen next.
When I went back to the classroom, you asked me to get supplementary exercises. I said Mr. Wu asked me to get the dictation paper. Maybe you didn't hear clearly and didn't answer. Walking to the second floor, Wang Yin said, "Go and get the dictation paper, and I will help you with supplementary exercises." I was ambivalent, but I went to the English office to avoid climbing some stairs. Back to the classroom, the bell rang as soon as I sat down. You came in with a big stack of supplementary exercises, angrily put them heavily on the podium and said to me, "You didn't hear!" " "I went to get the English dictation test paper." I muttered. "Are you an English representative or a math representative?" I was silent. I thought you really didn't want me to be a math class representative. Very sad. I went home and buried my head in the quilt and cried for a long time.
I came to school the next day, and the math team leader taught me my homework. I said angrily, "I represent the classics. Please hand it in yourself." Said and returned the homework to the team leader. Later, Yu Yanting and others didn't know what they told you. You ran back to the classroom angrily and said, "Put away all your homework and hand it in directly to the office." After you left, Liu Shuwen shouted in the classroom, "Gong Zhichao was fired! Ha ha ha ..... "The students gave me a strange look. Tears swirled in my eyes again. I ran out of the classroom and looked at the blue sky, hoping that tears could return to my eyes, but I couldn't help it. Tears still flowed down.
In the next few days, I found that you don't seem to like me. In class, your eyes often pass by my little hand holding high, calling for those "proud students" who you "immediately answer". I'm really sorry. I seem to get your encouragement and praise again.
Miss Huang, can you forgive me?
Please forgive me. Grandma, please forgive me! Although it has been many years, maybe you have forgotten it for a long time. But it left a deep impression on my mind. Today I want to open my heart to you and hope to get your forgiveness.
It was a winter vacation three years ago, and my brother and I went to your house to play. I ran to the computer to play games as soon as I entered the door. After playing for a while, we felt bored. So I played a trick with my brother. I took my brother to set off firecrackers. So we went to the yard with firecrackers, but because there was no light in the yard, we had to grope in the yard. Finally, we found a blank place. I excitedly told my brother, "This is our camp!" "Brother happy nodded, we arranged firecrackers, and then picked up a lighter, carefully looking for firecrackers. This is what I proudly shouted: "One! Two! Three! Fuoco! Shoot! "Firecrackers rumbled, but with the pleasant sound of firecrackers, we vaguely heard a riot." Flopped ... flopped ... giggled ... "Bad! "I shouted," we use grandma's henhouse as a battery! "My brother and I can't help but be scared. At this time, we just watched all the old hens panic and flee everywhere. Especially the chicken with its tail on fire, runs around like a headless fly.
My brother and I were stunned by what we saw. Seeing this, Grandpa found a pot of water and wanted to "put out the fire and save the chicken". Grandpa hurriedly threw it at the henhouse and only heard "cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck". Grandma quickly picked up the flashlight and looked along the light beam. I saw an old hen instantly turned into a "drowned chicken", but her tail was not burnt. Grandma hurried to find the chicken whose tail was burnt, and finally grandma found the "roast chicken" in the corner. I saw grandma's sad expression, and I was scared.
Grandma, although many years have passed, the shadow of "roast chicken" has been printed in my mind. Grandma, please forgive me, forgive me for being naughty and ignorant.
Please forgive me. Mom, there's one thing I've been hiding in my heart for a long time, and I've been afraid to tell you.
A year ago, you took a fancy to a blue and white porcelain vase, and then you bought this vase and put it on the balcony at home. One weekend, I was bored at home and was hit by a basketball. Who knows, I missed the basketball and only heard a bang. Basketball hit your newly bought vase right on the spot, and the vase broke. At that time, my heart was like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. In order not to be discovered by you, I bought an identical vase with all my lucky money. When you come back, I will greet you as before, for fear of revealing my flaws. When you came back, you just thought the vase was a little new and didn't say anything else. Today, I am the lucky one. I know that in your "death gate", you can't escape from Grade One, but you can't escape from Grade Fifteen.
The next day, because of my carelessness, I broke the vase again. I have no money to buy a vase anymore. Seeing that it will come back soon, the vase is still rotten. I don't think it's as bad as last time, so I have a plan-tape it. It took me more than an hour to finally glue the broken place together. At this moment, my brother came. Let my brother see if the vase looks good. The younger brother said, "Yes, I like it very much." My hanging heart is put down. But my brother was all thumbs and thought it was beautiful, so he touched it gently with his hands and my glued vase immediately cracked. Before I could handle it, my mother came back. I used my quick wits to say, "My brother broke the vase." So you scold your brother like a dog. My brother took the fall for me.
When I went to sleep at night, I felt very uneasy and wronged my brother, but then I thought: If I stand up and admit it, I will definitely accept your "storm baptism", so I intend to hide it all the time. However, since then, my heart has been crushed like a heavy boulder, and I can't breathe. This feeling is extremely uncomfortable.
Mom, I decided to confess to you. I lied to you for a year, and I know I was wrong. As long as you can forgive me, I am willing to accept all punishment!
Please forgive me. Mom, I have long wanted to tell you something. I accidentally broke a bowl the other day and threw it outside. I never had the courage to tell you!
Last Sunday was a sunny day. As soon as I got up, my mother said to me, "The rice is in the pot. Get up and eat by yourself. I went out on business. " With mom gone, my home is my own world. Free! I gave a cry involuntarily, and then got up lazily. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I began to enjoy my nutritious breakfast. After my stomach is full, I feel that my mother cooks and washes clothes every day, so tired. Today, let me help my mother with the housework.
I left the dining table and walked to the sink, holding the fruit pulp in one hand and the bowl in the other, brushing like my mother, singing: "I like to brush, I like to brush, oh, oh, that …" I swayed as I sang. Who knows, the bowl in my hand slipped and fell to the ground with a bang, and it was smashed! You can't do two things at once. It's too late to regret! I think if I tell you, you will be furious and criticize me severely, because I just punched a thermos the day before yesterday. What shall we do? After some ideological struggle, I decided to pick up the pieces quietly, put them in a black plastic bag and throw them into the trash can outside.
I did something wrong, and I feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and saw my mother come back. I tried my best to calm myself down and pretend as if nothing had happened. You glanced at the bowls and chopsticks on the stove and saw them neatly arranged. You praised me and said, "Shu has grown up and can help her work." Mom is so happy! " I was very unhappy when I heard this, and then I hurried to the bedroom, but you didn't find me strange, and I didn't notice that a bowl was missing.
Mom, this matter has always been in my heart. I feel sorry for you. Please forgive me! I will never make such a mistake again. I must be an honest boy!
Please forgive me. Mom, please forgive my mom. I want to tell you something. This matter has been buried in my heart, weighing me like a stone, so I want to say to you here: "Please forgive me!" "
I remember that time, I was in the fourth grade. One morning, you are going to buy food, leaving me alone at home, and let me take out some books to read. At first I thought: I must study hard and read more books, so that you will praise me when you come back. However, after reading half a book, I feel boring and uninteresting. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: Why don't you go out to play first? At this time, two me appeared in my mind. One advised me not to play, for fear that my mother would find out. The other told me to play quickly, as if to say, "Let's go, don't delay your playing time. After mom comes back, as long as she doesn't find it, will it be okay? " I thought about it and finally chose: play. So I ran downstairs and played happily with those friends.
Half an hour passed, and I looked at the roadside, but I didn't see my mother come back. Suddenly, I saw my mother coming back from a path. At first glance, my hands and feet seem to be fixed. It took me a long time to come to my senses, so I ran home as fast as I could. Finally, I arrived safely. However, I just left my front foot and my back foot's mother came back. She said to me, "I seem to have seen you outside just now." "How ... how is that possible? I am reading carefully at home. It must be that you are dazzled and treat others as me! " "Oh, maybe I'm dizzy. Well, keep reading your book! " Mom said. After my mother left, my mood has not calmed down for a long time, and I am afraid that my mother will know about it.
Up to now, as long as I mention this matter, I still feel a stone in my heart, but how much I want to say to you, please forgive me!
Please forgive me. Mom, I want to tell you something. I have been afraid to tell you about it, so I buried it in my heart. Today I finally got up the courage to tell you.
That was last Sunday. You bought a skirt with lace. I quarreled with my brother at home after you went out. I accidentally stepped on your baby skirt, and the lace on the skirt entangled my feet. At first, I thought it was just a rag. I pulled hard and pulled it down. I tore it off and put it aside. When you came back, I found your skirt trampled. When you pointed out that you missed me, I realized that it wasn't the skirt I just tore. I thought it was over. I broke my mother's skirt. I'm already dead. I can't tell my mother about it. I was tongue-tied and said, "No ... I didn't do it." Mother came into the room angrily, and the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
At night, I was ashamed and anxious. I should tell my mother the truth. This is because I'm afraid my mother will find out. I walked around the room anxiously, afraid that I would scold me for not admitting my mistake after telling my mother. This is because there are two little people in my mind, one is a little devil and the other is an angel. The little devil said, "Don't tell my mother. Anyway, my mother will forget about it in a few days." The little angel said, "Don't listen to him. We should be honest boys. We should admit our mistakes to our mother, and she will certainly forgive you. " "Listen to me!" "Listen to me!" The little angel and the little devil Mato got up and disappeared. I don't know who to listen to. I think: let's talk about it tomorrow, it's not too late anyway. I sat down with a clear conscience, but I always felt that someone was saying to me, "Hum, I don't want to play with you, a lying child." This sentence has been repeated several times, and I really can't stand it.
I confessed to you today. Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Please forgive my composition 10 mom, I know that I am a disciplined, intelligent and sensible boy in your heart, but there is one thing that I have been deeply buried in my heart and dare not summon up the courage to say.
It was a recess in the fourth grade next semester. I went to the school library to play with some classmates. We laughed and played there, making a loud noise, as if no one had seen it. Just as we were having fun, Teacher Ma, who was in charge of discipline, broke in. She called us back to the classroom and gave us a severe lesson. We were also fined by the head teacher, Mr. Wang, for nearly one class. I really regret it. At that time, I really wanted to find a crack in the ground. Why didn't I stop my classmates when they ran there? My classmates invited me to play there. Why don't I suggest them to play in the playground? It is this incident that not only makes us lose face, but also affects the honor of the class; What has been bothering me is this matter; That's what made me say nothing ...
That night, as usual, you asked me if I had any good news or bad news. I only told you the good news, but I didn't tell you about it. I think if you know, you will criticize me, but if I don't say it, it's hard to let it go. Finally, I put it in my heart.
In the next few days, this matter weighed on my mind like a stone. Whenever I think about it, I always feel guilty. Today, I finally got up the courage to tell you this. I think I will abide by discipline and never do such a thing again. Be a good boy, mom. Now that I have told you this, can you forgive me?