I regret the sixth grade composition 1 Ding Lingling-When I was in class, I saw the English teacher come in with a stack of test papers, and my heart was in my throat, ready to hand out the test papers.
I fidgeted in my seat, looked around and saw people coming and going in the classroom. My heartbeat is very clear. Many people have handed out their papers. Why hasn't mine been sent yet? Did I fail the exam and be "detained" by the teacher? Looking around, most people are all smiles, but some smooth hands are depressed. I am more worried.
Finally, a group leader came up to me with a test paper. Without waiting for him to come, I rushed out of my seat and grabbed the test paper. Ninety-two point five. A bright red number stands on it as if threatening me. "92.5, 92.5 ..." I read it silently and walked back to my seat. I feel a lot of cold water poured down from my head again and again, and I can't help shivering from head to toe. After a pause, I ... look at the test paper. There are red forks on both sides. They open their mouths as if to swallow me up. At this time, the teacher began to mark the papers. My ears are like a ball of cotton, and I can't listen to anything. I recall the scene when I took the exam: I answered questions smoothly and quickly. After writing, I checked it in a hurry and began to draw some small things in the draft book ... I don't know how long it took, and the bell rang from the horizon. My good friend came to see me, and I was busy covering the test paper. They kept asking, "I'm ninety-six, how much are you?" "I'm ninety-seven, and you?" Hearing these words, I really want to find a hidden corner, shrink myself and hide there and cry. I ask myself thousands of reasons in my mind. "Why don't you do it seriously? Why not have a good check? Why not ponder the answer carefully? ……
Alas, I regret it! But what's done is done, and regret won't help. The only way is to concentrate on the class and be more careful in the exam. I think so, my grades will definitely reach the top!
Everyone will make many mistakes in his life, especially when he is young. I have a friend who made this mistake. In primary school, he got good grades in Chinese, but because of this pride, he was lazy to study. He thinks that study is very unimportant to her, so he is absent from class every day.
It was not until his senior year that he discovered the importance of learning Chinese by endorsement, so he regretted why he didn't study when he was young. In fact, regret is a very incompetent thing, because his previous decision shows that he has not been well thought out. Like my friend, he felt that he was gifted and could know some knowledge in Chinese textbooks without learning. But when he grew up, he found that his knowledge was not enough to support him and integrate the whole grade.
Especially in the fourth and fifth grades, when he needs to write a composition for junior high school preparation, he will be very stretched. Because she has no previous accumulation, so his vocabulary is very small, and the application of some beautiful words is not so skilled, so his Chinese knowledge and grades are very low. Originally, there were only three courses in primary school: Chinese, Mathematics and English, so even if he learned two texts well, he could not be admitted to a key middle school. At this time, he was wondering why he didn't study hard, because he really studied Chinese when he was young. It's a little late for him to miss so many classes and learn to tell the truth in the club.
Through this example, we know that everyone has regrets, but when making a decision, we must think carefully and not just do it. This will lead to a very difficult learning path in the future. Like my classmate, he has a natural talent for learning, but his grades have not improved after being neglected the day after tomorrow.
Regret Everyone has regrets. I really regret that I didn't stand up and testify for my friend that day, which led to my friend being misunderstood.
"You say, did you steal from me?" A classmate in the class asked his friend that his friend had lost a pen. He said that the last time he appeared was when his friend came to his desk. He thought it was not such a coincidence that his pen was lost after a friend went to his desk. So he kept pestering his friend, saying that his friend had stolen his pen.
Later, this classmate went to his friend's desk and rummaged through it. When he saw a pen in his friend's desk, he seemed to have mastered the evidence. "I found all the pens, don't you admit it?" When my friend saw this, he immediately said, "That's not your pen. That is my pen. I just bought it yesterday. " But no matter what his friend said, that classmate just didn't believe him. He insisted that his friend stole his pen and said that his friend was lying.
I stood by and watched for a while. When I saw my classmate holding a friend's pen in one hand, I saw that my friend bought it yesterday, and I was there when my friend bought it.
I stood by and saw my classmates pushing towards my friends. I am very hesitant. I have always been timid. I was going to tell the truth. As a result, when I heard the domineering voice of that classmate, I was unconsciously afraid. The words came to my mouth for a while, but I didn't say them, as if I was stuck by something.
Later, before I could say this, the teacher who heard the wind came to the classroom and took them away. Later, the teacher found that the pen was really a friend's pen, because the classmate's pen was found and sandwiched in a book in his desk.
I have always regretted this matter. Although my friend later proved his innocence, I have always been ashamed of my friend. I know my friend is innocent, but I didn't stand up for my friend for the first time because I was timid.
I regret how time flies. In retrospect, I really regret it. Although time is like a glass of salt water, it will dilute it, but there is always pain that cannot be erased.
I became moldy after the National Day holiday. I thought to myself: it's boring to take such a long vacation alone. My aunt seems to be having a baby, and she must be recuperating at my grandmother's house. Since menstruation is at grandma's house, the cousins must be there! I'm going to play at grandma's house, too. My heart is not as good as my action. I quickly told my mother the news, and my mother readily agreed. My grandmother's day trip began.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I ran to the bedroom like a gust of wind, but I didn't see my aunt. I asked my grandmother doubtfully, "Where are grandma, cousin and aunt?" Grandma said, "They are not here." I sighed and went to my neighbor's house to play in frustration.
When I arrived at my neighbor's house, I found her sitting on a bench outside, brushing short videos. I look sad. "Get up and play together." After a while, she remained indifferent. I tried to pull her up, but she threw me away. I can only watch short videos with her in the sun.
The sun was still vicious that day, and slowly, I couldn't stand it, so I ran home to drink water.
The first reaction to tasting water is cold, and it takes several cups to satisfy it. After drinking water, I will take a nap.
Alas? It itches to death! I was awakened by an itch. I opened my trouser legs: red eye-catching rashes lined up neatly, itchy as hell. I grabbed it crazily and shed tears unwillingly. The rash oozed blood, which reminded me of going to the hospital because of scratches. I stopped scratching. I held back the itch. I feel guilty from the bottom of my heart: I didn't want to go to my grandmother's house to play, but I was covered in bags! Why do you want to watch videos in the sun? Why did it take so long to see it? Why do you have a rash? Why don't you learn from the past and seize it desperately? ...
I have done many things that I regret. After time of quicksand washing, I feel much lighter, but every time I think about it, I always want to buy regret medicine!
My grandmother passed away a few days ago, but I'm sorry because …
My grandmother is deaf and can't hear anything. I hate my grandmother very much.
Every time I go back to my hometown, my grandmother always hugs me left and right, but I am very cold. I always think my grandmother is a "hillbilly" and deaf. What can I say to her? Besides, she doesn't know anything about the city, and it's boring to tell her.
Whenever I see my mother patiently writing, gesturing and chatting to my grandmother, I feel a sense of disgust in my heart.
Every time I go back to my hometown, my grandmother always holds a handful of sugar and takes out a bottle of Wahaha for me. But just as I was about to get the candy, I suddenly saw the calluses and chaps on my grandmother's hands, so I couldn't help but shrink my hands back. Grandma knew that I thought her hands were dirty and ugly, so she carefully put the sugar in front of me and walked away.
I hate grandma. She is deaf. Hate that she lives in the countryside; Hate talking to her with a pen; I hate her hands, too, a pair of calloused hands.
That day, my mother answered a phone call and put it down. My mother looked ugly and said to me, "Crane, take a leave tomorrow, let's go back to our hometown!" " ""What, go home? Going to see my "hillbilly" grandma again? "I don't want to go back.
"No, you ... grandma went to ... the world!" Mother sobbed.
The next day, my parents and I went back to our hometown. Seeing grandma's photo, I suddenly remembered that my mother once told me: grandma is my father's grandmother. Without grandma's hands and labor, my father wouldn't go to college today. ...
I don't know why, there is a kind of inexplicable tears gushing from my eyes. ...
On that dark night in June, there was another wail in our house, which was so painful and sad. What the hell happened?
I was doing my school homework. Because of the large amount of homework and some difficulties, grandma stipulated that I must finish it before 9 o'clock in order to let me concentrate. At first, I didn't care. It's only 7 o'clock. What's the hurry ... so I went wild while doing it, looking around, occasionally interrupting the conversation between grandpa and grandma, reminding me again and again that I didn't take it to heart.
I didn't wake up until half past eight. I haven't finished several math problems and a composition. It's only half an hour before 9 o'clock. How can I finish it? I'm starting to worry.
Time waits for no one, I can't think carefully. I rushed desperately and finally finished my math homework. But it's only ten minutes before 9 o'clock, and the composition has begun. what can I do? I was so anxious that I stamped my feet.
Time seems to be against me. I haven't decided how to write it yet. We are halfway through ten minutes, and there are only five minutes left.
what can I do? I almost despair at the thought of grandma's dark face and grandpa's big hands as hard as steel, as well as the endless nagging and the pain caused by the palms.
These five minutes passed quickly, and I was wondering how my grandmother would punish me, but I didn't know that my grandmother had come to my side.
The next result can be imagined. I hung my head, afraid to look straight into grandma's sharp eyes. While crying, I silently repented in my heart: "Why waste so much time?" If you knew how to cherish time at that time, how can you feel regret now? " .
There is no regret medicine in the world. The only thing I can do now is to take this as a warning. In the future, I must cherish my time in homework and work.
If there is regret medicine in the world, I will definitely choose regret medicine, because that is the biggest regret in my youth.
I vaguely remember loving dancing when I was a child. Whenever I hear cheerful music, I inadvertently step on my brisk pace and my body swings with it. It was this cheerful music that attracted my attention and I fell in love with dancing from then on.
When I was nine years old, I happened to see a group of girls dancing beautifully in the street. They wear tall ponytails, pink dance skirts and shoes with heels, and their eyes are full of pride. They danced with the rhythm of the music, and the cheerful pace drove everyone. In a flash, a large crowd surrounded them. It was such a coincidence that I successfully entered the dance class.
Walking into the dance classroom, looking at the pink walls, clean mirrors and a row of chairs for rest, this is my dream place! At this moment, my dream seems to be one step closer.
I study dance hard every day and try not to regret it. When the teacher told me that one day I could stand on the stage and compete, I was very excited, and I could finally get closer to my dream.
A few days later, I stood on the stage and strode forward with firm steps, thinking that at this moment, the stage belonged to me. When the music started, I danced confidently. When I am immersed in my own dance, I feel that the world is really beautiful.
Sure enough, the results came out, I won the first prize, and my eyes were full of tears. At this moment, I am one step closer to my dream.
But when I got home after the game, my mother said it might be my last year to learn dance. Suddenly, I was like a bolt from the blue and my mood fell to the bottom.
When I see those beautiful dancers in the street now, my heart is full of envy.
Regret the sixth grade composition 8 There are many regrets in life, and every time I lose my temper with my mother, I will regret it; I regret every time I quarrel with my classmates; Every time I contradict my father, I regret it; Every time I can't date a friend, I regret it ... What makes me deeply regret is that it is still fresh in my memory. It happened on a rainy morning.
The sky is gray and there is a thin mist in the distance. Visibility is less than 50 meters, and pedestrians rarely run. I ran around the community in the morning and came to the road unconsciously. A figure suddenly appeared in the mist. Thirty years old, of medium build, dressed simply, his pants were wet with dew and covered with mud. The most conspicuous is the orange vest.
I knew who he was at a glance, because he was burying his head in cleaning the garbage on the road with a broom more than one person high in his hand. I often see this kind of scene. Although it is not unusual, I am still curious.
I got the nerve to go over and ask him, "Uncle, why did you come to sweep the street?" Uncle smiled shyly and said, "This is my job!" Inadvertently, he showed inferiority. I asked a little ridiculously, "Is uncle sweeping the street because he can't get into college?" As soon as the words came out, I regretted it, because I saw my uncle's face was ugly. He said in a low voice, "I didn't sweep the street because I couldn't get into college, but because my family couldn't afford my brother and me to go to college, so I had to give up the opportunity to sweep the street and earn some money for my brother to study." Then he sighed and went on working.
My face is flushed, and there seem to be many bugs crawling on my back, not because of the heat of exercise, but because of my shallowness and rudeness. He is so worthy of my respect. Although his work is humble, his mind is so broad. Now that I think about it, a burst of regret comes to my mind.
Regret the past is like a light smoke, blown away by the breeze; Such as fog, melted by Chu Yang; Like a shadow, illuminated by light. Although this matter has passed, every time I look back, there is always a feeling that I can't let go of my baggage.
That day, I waited for the bus by the side of the road alone. I rubbed my red and swollen hands and searched the bus. At this moment, the car came! There were so many people on the bus that I was squeezed into a small corner by the adults on the bus. I looked around, huh? Looks like someone's getting off. I didn't have time to think about it, just like lightning, and I rushed there and sat in my seat. The bus stopped at a station, and an old man got on the bus trembling: his hair was gray and his old hand was holding a crutch. There were no seats in the car, so the old man had to lean on crutches in one hand and handrails in the other, and his body shook with the bumps of the car body. Looking at the old man's rickety appearance, I suddenly felt contradictory: Do you want to give up your seat? Let's go, but everyone paid the fare. Come first, sit down first. Why should I give up my seat? Don't let me hold it, the old man is teetering and may fall down at any moment ... I looked around, but no one would give up his seat. I once again affirmed my idea that since the old man can stand up, he is still in good health.
Suddenly, the car suddenly braked and stopped. I hurried to see the old man. He's fine. He didn't wrestle. At this time, an old lady who is a little younger than the old man stood up and let the old man sit in her seat. Somehow, I feel a little guilty. Just as I was about to get off, I pulled my grandmother to her seat and got off in a hurry.
Although this matter has passed, when I think about it, there is always a faint pain in my heart, like being burned. Yes, life is like a dream, and it passes in a blink of an eye. How much time do we have to regret?
Regret the sixth grade composition 10 Reading about the little girl selling matches can't help but remind me of a regret that makes my heart surge like a raging river. Here's the thing:
It was a cold winter, and the cold wind outside the window turned the tree blue. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and another burst of thunder. It began to rain, but it didn't stop. On the contrary, it rained harder and harder, and it turned into a rainstorm in the blink of an eye.
It was still raining, so I left without seeing anyone. In a trance, there was an old man begging along the street. He is in rags, dressed very thinly, and has only one coat. But now, even these rags and trousers are wet, and he is shivering, and his eyes reveal a shooting look, which makes people sit up and take notice. I can't help wanting to help him. Of course, I am no exception. I skipped downstairs. "Isn't it too cheap to give it to him? I'll try to make me happy and make him make money. " By the way, I patted my forehead and ran downstairs quickly.
When I ran there and saw the colorful money in front of him, I swallowed it at once. Ah, bright red hundred-dollar bills. I wish I had so much money. I remembered the thief, and when I was fat, I put a dollar in his place and stole it. When I got it, I ran away. Only heard "little girl, thank you-"coming from behind. Suddenly, my heart beat faster, a dark cloud covered my mind, and a voice kept coming, "Are you worthy of your conscience?" ? Yes, I should give him money. What, not "take" his money? He is so poor, how can I take his money? You should pay back the money, the voice urged me. However, I don't have the courage to face him. I walked home with this scalp. When I got home, I locked my money in a locked drawer and never opened it again. Therefore, the dark clouds in my mind have not passed away. It will always remind me not to make similar mistakes again.
I believe that from now on, there will never be such a "bright spot" in my life. I must study hard and build my country well in the future, so that there will be no beggars on the streets of my motherland!
Regret the sixth grade composition 1 1 childhood dreams are like white clouds in the sky, and childhood years are like sweet songs. In this wonderful childhood, there is one thing that I regret very much.
It was a Monday afternoon last semester. After school, the math teacher came into the classroom and said to us, "There is no homework today, please go home and review, and there will be an exam tomorrow." We shouted with joy when we heard that there was no homework. Turn on the TV when you finish your Chinese homework at home, completely forgetting that there will be an exam tomorrow. I came to school the next day and heard from my classmates that the first class and the second class were used for the exam today. Then I remembered that I had to take an exam today. I quickly took out my math book, but as soon as I opened my schoolbag, the bell rang, so I had to put the book back to prepare for the exam. At this moment, the teacher came in with a thick paper in his hand. The teacher asked the monitor to hand out the test papers. Give a loud cry; "Let's do it!" I had to open the pencil box, take out my pen and start doing the problem. At this time, I feel that the pen in my hand is much heavier than when I did my homework yesterday. When I was doing it, I prayed that there would be no application problems that I didn't know the day before yesterday, but at this moment, application problems appeared, and I still couldn't read them several times. When I was in a hurry, I thought of copying others' books, but when I reached out to see others, I remembered what my mother usually taught me: Never copy others' books in exams, but rely on yourself. So I gave up the idea, but later I saw a paragraph in the application title: [Application title five points] Copy or not? I thought about it for a long time and decided to copy it.
The next day, I got 90 points, and the classmate next to me got 85 points, but I decided that his 85 points looked more comfortable than mine, and the red scarf around his neck didn't seem as red as before.
Later, I told my mother, and my mother didn't say anything, just a smile on her face.
Regret the sixth grade composition 12 "Ding Ding Ding, Ding ……" After class, I left the classroom slowly and walked step by step. I looked up slightly, only to find myself unconsciously walking on the playground.
I came to a step on the playground, sat down and looked up. Everyone is uneasy: why not put the glue aside? It's over. Will he talk about me? That ..... that if he knows, he will be angry! I thought, grabbing my skirt with my hand. At this time, the poplar trees on the playground were straightened by the wind. I looked up and the bird squeaked and flew away. The original white clouds were suddenly covered by dark clouds. I looked at the sky and whispered, "What's wrong with you? Do you think I did something wrong, then what should I do? " My tears flowed down like raindrops. "What's the matter with you? Classmate? Are you all right? " A girl came up to me and asked me. I looked up at her and told the girl what had happened. She smiled: "If it is your fault, then you should take the initiative to apologize, so as to get forgiveness from others. If I were you, I would apologize immediately! "
After listening to her words, I immediately stood up and trotted to the school gate. Xiaohong is waiting for the bus at the school gate. I looked at the sky, birds flew and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared. I packed my clothes and walked beside Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, I'm sorry! Your book was stained by me, and I know I was wrong! "
Xiaohong smiled and said, "Nothing, just buy another one. I forgive you. " I looked up and smiled. Xiaohong took my hand and walked slowly over. ...
Regret the sixth grade composition 13 since the fifth grade, I have loved you and everything about you. Your good, your bad. But then we were just classmates, ordinary classmates. I don't want anything, as long as I know it's good for you.
Until one day I found out I was wrong. You and your friends are in trouble because of me. I really didn't know what to do at that time. I didn't know that my hobby caused you so much trouble. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, so I went to ask him after school. What happened? I hurt him. I had a bad day, and I don't know how to face you two. I even think I'm a demon. Alas ... I hate mentioning the past. The primary school passed like this, and I am glad that we are all good friends in the end.
Life in junior high school is so boring that it reminds me of you. Who knows that you called me when I was most bored, and what's more interesting is that you told me that you like me. I didn't expect you to say that. I tell you sincerely, me too. Maybe everyone will fantasize that we are somewhere when they see this. But we are not that simple. In this way, we became good friends who talked about everything, because I once swore to his friend-junior high school is everywhere, I am a child who keeps my oath, and he is also a rare friend. In this way, we like each other, and this kind of life is very good, until one day you said that someone was chasing you, and you asked me if I wanted to get along with her. When I ask you, do you like her? You said yes. I'm really stupid and happy because you're asking for my advice. I was speechless by what you said, and I found that I was so like your mother. Hey ... what stupid people we are! Feel the people of the world! There are a few idiots like us!
But anyway, I have to say that since I like it, I don't regret it!
Regret the sixth grade composition 14 Sometimes, you may regret just because you didn't do a little thing well, but it's too late to regret it.
I went home from school, and after dinner, I lay in bed. I'm so sleepy. Get some sleep first. Suddenly I opened my eyes. It's already half past nine. I'm going to bed. But before I did my homework, I jumped up and wrote my homework in a hurry, and casually wrote a few answers on it.
The next day, the Chinese teacher asked people to hand out homework. After I opened the newspaper, I closed it quickly. Just because there is a big dazzling "D" written on the back of the paper. Looking up, I suddenly saw a classmate next to me holding a piece of paper with the same big and dazzling "A" written on it. It seems that everyone around me is A, and only I am D, D, what a shameful achievement. I suddenly panicked. Some teachers won't criticize me, will they? Looking at the classmates around me, I feel as if they have isolated me and excluded me from my homework.
If I hadn't done my homework casually, maybe I wouldn't have achieved this result. Why didn't I do my homework carefully?
In Chinese class, the teacher really talked about it. She smiled and said, "Maybe you were tired after training yesterday, so your writing is very poor. You should revise it when you go back. " I am ashamed to hear that. How can those trainings be tiring? I am just lazy. I looked down, afraid to look at the teacher's face. My heart is pounding as if I had done something wrong.
When I got home, I quickly took out my paper, remembered the teacher's request and looked at my own answers. I don't know what I am writing. Read the article carefully and think for a while before writing. Although I regret it, it's too late, but I can write it again, the most serious homework.
This time, I really regret it. I want to be a good student. I don't want to form these bad habits in the new semester. I want to treat my study seriously and hard, so let this be my last regret.