Composition 1: One Regret

In my childhood memories, there are many regrets, many of which have been blurred, but it is the only one that continues to linger in my memory. Echoing... I remember it was the second class on Wednesday morning. The Chinese test paper was handed out, and I picked up the test paper proudly. "Ah! I only got 83 points. How can I get my mother's signature when I get home? My butt is going to bloom." I looked at the test paper in panic, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "What should I do?" I muttered in my mind. "It's just a signature. The test paper is printed, so can't the signature be "printed"?" A "cool idea" came up! When I got home, my mother saw that I was always absent-minded and asked doubtfully: "What happened?" "I, I..." Before I could finish my words, my mother's face suddenly became serious, as if she knew what I was saying. As if thinking about it, he said, "Have you taken the exam recently?" "No, no." I said hesitantly. "Ring, ring, ring..." There was a phone ringing, and my mother immediately went to answer the phone. There was probably something urgent. My mother hurried out after answering the phone. Cough, I let out a long breath. Then, I gritted my teeth and started to complete the "cool plan". First, I took out the signed test paper and put the unsigned test paper on top to trace... "Hey, it looks quite similar. He is indeed his mother's son. There should be no problem." I said to myself , "I did it perfectly this time, and I'm afraid no one will know except me."

Essay 2: A regretful thing

A regretful thing growing up In the process, many things will happen. Happy things are like cheerful songs, making people excited; sad things are like sad poems, making people cry bitterly; and some regretful things will happen. Things are like unforgettable paintings, which are still fresh in people's memory. Something happened when I was in third grade that I deeply regret. It was a weekend, and I was stumped by a question when I was doing math problems. I thought about it and couldn't figure it out. I knew there was an answer behind it, so I thought: I'll copy the answer down first, and then I'll ask my mother for help when she comes back. However, I was just having fun and forgot all about the problem. There was a math test on Monday morning. When the test paper was handed out, I immediately saw a question type similar to yesterday’s question. I thought: That’s it. I only saw the answer to that question yesterday and didn’t know how to do that question. I Extremely regretful. I finished the other questions quickly, but I couldn't do that one. I glanced at my deskmate, and I happened to see the answer to that question. I was hesitant, should I copy it or not? Finally, I decided to copy it. It was the first time I copied someone else's answer. I felt a bit like a thief, and I was very nervous. When I got home, I asked my mother for advice on that question. After knowing how to do that question, I felt much more relaxed. The next day, when the test curls came out, I got a hundred points. The teacher praised me in class. My classmates looked at me with envy. I felt very ashamed. I knew that this hundred points was not my real score. I was blushing with shame. I wanted to stand up and explain it to my teacher and classmates, but I didn't have the courage. I came home with a heavy heart, told my mother everything that happened, and confided my regrets to her: I regretted copying the answers when I encountered difficult problems, I regretted peeking at my deskmate’s answers during the test, and I regretted knowing whether I made any mistakes. Courage to admit. After hearing this, my mother said kindly: "My child, if you know your mistakes and repent, you will still be a good child. You will learn from the mistakes and gain wisdom. I believe you will not make the same mistakes again." After listening to my mother's words, I felt relieved. .

Composition 3: A Regretful Thing

A Regretful Thing In the process of growing up, many things will happen, and happy things are like cheerful flowers. Songs make people excited; sad things are like sad poems that make people cry; and some regretful things are like unforgettable paintings that make people remember them fresh. Something happened when I was in third grade that I deeply regret. It was a weekend, and I was stumped by a question when I was doing math problems. I thought about it and couldn't figure it out. I knew there was an answer behind it, so I thought: I'll copy the answer down first, and then I'll ask my mother for help when she comes back. However, I was just having fun and forgot all about the problem. There was a math test on Monday morning. When the test paper was handed out, I immediately saw a question type similar to yesterday’s question. I thought: That’s it. I only saw the answer to that question yesterday and didn’t know how to do that question. I Extremely regretful. I finished the other questions quickly, but I couldn't do that one. I glanced at my deskmate, and I happened to see the answer to that question. I was hesitant, should I copy it or not? In the end, I decided to copy it. It was the first time I copied someone else's answer. I felt a little like a thief, and I was very nervous. When I got home, I asked my mother for advice on that question. After knowing how to do that question, I felt much more relaxed. The next day, when the test curls came out, I got a hundred points. The teacher praised me in class. My classmates looked at me with envy. I felt very ashamed. I knew that this hundred points was not my real score. I was blushing with shame. I wanted to stand up and explain it to my teacher and classmates, but I didn't have the courage. I came home with a heavy heart, told my mother everything that happened, and confided my regrets to her: I regretted copying the answers when I encountered difficult problems, I regretted peeking at my deskmate’s answers during the test, and I regretted knowing whether I made any mistakes. Courage to admit.

After hearing this, my mother said kindly: "My child, if you know your mistakes and repent, you will still be a good child. You will learn from the mistakes and gain wisdom. I believe you will not make the same mistakes again." After listening to my mother's words, I felt relieved. .

Essay 4: A regretful thing

A regretful thing

There are many medicines in the world, but there is no regret medicine. If there is a regret medicine, then How wonderful it would be!

I have done many things that I regret, but one of them remains fresh in my memory.

On Thursday night, my parents went out for something. Before leaving, they told me that after I finished my homework, I had to read and play the violin... My mother told me a lot, and she said to the side, "I I nodded hurriedly on the side, but I was happy in my heart, thinking: "As soon as you leave, I will finish my homework and then I can watch TV. Anyway, you are not at home, so I can't see or hear." After my mother finished speaking, she left with my father without discovering my "conspiracy". I finally finished my homework, took the snacks, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa watching TV and eating snacks. I was so happy that I had forgotten about playing the violin.

After watching it for a long time, I looked at my watch. It was past nine o'clock. I quickly turned off the TV and went back to the room to pretend to read. But I felt very uneasy and was afraid that my mother would find out. At this time, I heard the sound of the key opening the door, and I read harder. My parents heard my reading and praised me as a good boy. I was very happy that they didn't find out my trick. But when I was happy, my father went to the TV to get something. Suddenly he felt that the TV was very hot, so he said: "Liu Yilei" "Did you secretly watch TV?" My face suddenly turned red, tears of regret fell like broken beads, and I told the truth. My mother gave me a quarrel. From then on, I never used such "little cleverness" again.

This incident has passed for a long time, but it is rooted in my heart like a root. As soon as I saw the violin, I regretted that behavior.

Essay 5: One regretful thing

One regretful thing

When I was five years old, I broke into a game that I could not forgive myself for. Damn it, it's not a big deal.

That year my grandma was ill. While my mother and aunt were taking care of my grandma, I could play with my sister.

I was very naughty at the time and could make her cry at every turn.

One day, my mother and aunt were cooking in the kitchen, and my sister and I were playing with video tapes in the house. For some reason, I bit my sister's arm and refused to let go.

My sister burst into tears. My aunt and mother heard the cry and ran in. When I heard the noise, I immediately let go and pretended to comfort her, and asked innocently, "What's wrong with Niu Wenmo?" (Actually, my sister's surname is Liu, because I I was too young at the time and mistakenly heard that my surname was Niu. The old aunt said heartbrokenly: "I almost bit off a piece of meat." After hearing this, my mother raised her hand and was about to hit me. I quickly said: "It's not me, it's not me. I don’t know what’s going on.” The old aunt asked me: “Why is she crying?” I said slyly: “I was playing next to me, and then I heard the cry. It’s not my business.”

My sister cried and said, "It's not her business, I did it myself." I was very happy at the time because she helped me hide the truth of the matter and spared me a beating. But when I think about it afterwards, I always feel a little bit guilty. My sister has always been so kind to me, but I made her cry again and again, but she still played with me regardless of the past grudges. I felt deeply Sorry for her.

More than ten years have passed since this incident, but I will never forget it. It always tells me that I can no longer be sorry to my kind sister.