After class in the second quarter, when I walked to the toilet door, I suddenly found a bright red bill. It's crumpled. It should have just fallen, otherwise it would have been picked up long ago. That's a hundred-dollar bill, enough for me to buy some books. I squatted down guiltily, thinking about whether I should answer it. "Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
I got a hundred-dollar bill, but I was never happy. I always feel like a time bomb. At that moment, I regretted it. I thought about what to do with it, whether to spend it, put it back, or give it to the teacher ... my head is imagining it at random. After three classes, I didn't listen to a word. The longer that hundred-dollar bill stays in my pocket, the more unstable I become. Seeing my heavy heart, my classmates couldn't help asking, "What did you do? Such an expression. " Reluctantly, smile. Maybe it's a forced smile.
When I came to school in the afternoon, I decided to give the money to the teacher. I think that bill is annoying and I regret it. I shouldn't have kept it forever. If you get it for the teacher earlier, you will save the time of thinking at random.
After the reading class in the afternoon, I took out a hot bill, smoothed it out, timidly walked into the office and said cautiously, "Report." I handed the money to the table with both hands and said, "Teacher, I found the money in the toilet." The teacher said to me happily, "You are so honest. I will give him to the director. " The teacher also said a lot of words of praise. I hung my head in shame because I wanted to keep it for myself from the beginning. But this trouble has disappeared, and I am extremely happy, and finally I can play freely again.
Nothing in the world is more precious than honesty. It is the most precious thing, and it is a "priceless treasure".
I regret it. It happened on a bus, and I can't forget it for a long time.
That day, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house by bus. On the way, the bus suddenly stopped. I looked at the window. It turns out that many people want to take this bus, and most of them have boarded it. Finally, only one boy came up. As soon as I saw it, it turned out that the little boy was disabled and the people on the bus were full, so the boy had to stand. I think that little boy is about my age. The conductor shouted, "Which passenger is willing to give his seat to this child?" And looked at me hopefully, because my mother took it, but I wanted to take a seat by myself, so I took that seat. I was reading a story book, and I thought, if I give him my seat, how can I read the book? I went on reading my book. There was silence in the carriage, and I seemed to hear people breathing.
Suddenly, a little girl's voice came from behind: "Brother, come and sit here." I turned around and saw a six or seven-year-old girl standing next to a seat with big black eyes looking this way. What a nice girl! My face suddenly felt a little hot. Just then, the car stopped suddenly and the little girl fell forward. I lifted the little girl up, only to find that the little girl was also injured and her arm was still bandaged. Everyone is talking about it. I helped her to her seat.
Until now, the figure of the little girl has been in front of my eyes, and the sweet voice has been echoing in my ears. She always reminds me to help people in trouble.
I regret that "being a responsible person" is a famous saying that accompanied me to grow up. I feel very responsible and responsible, but every time I stand on the court, I can't help myself. Even in a small training match, when the score is behind, I can't stand it. I have to spray my teammates.
It was the annual school sports meeting basketball match. Before the game, I made full psychological preparation and told myself not to be angry and to be calm. At the beginning of the game, our score was still ahead, but I wanted to win more perfection: to expand the score, so I kept thinking about attack and left the defense behind twice. Because of my persistent attack, the score has gradually been tied by the other side, and the "devil" in my heart has gradually climbed into my heart.
Suddenly, my teammate made a pass mistake. I couldn't hold my temper any longer and began to complain about my teammates. But my teammates have not been wronged. After listening to my complaints, they left angrily. Even my best friend said before he left, "You can't play well, so blame us. You are so powerful that you beat them all by yourself! " I froze. I didn't expect my teammates to leave because of me. I said a few angry words before I left, but no one knew I regretted it. The teacher was watching, and I sat alone in the corner and came up to me and said, "Xiao Ming, what's the matter?" Lost the game again? I told you to control your mind. Why can't you control it? Basketball is a team sport. You can't play without one person. There are all kinds of teammates on the court. Why did you break up over a little game? There has never been a game without teammates, has there? "
The teacher's words are like a bright lamp. He let me find myself lost, and now I can control the "devil" so that it won't devour my heart.
In this game, I learned not to be angry, not to blame my teammates, but to be calm.
Regret for 4 days. I took a leisurely walk in the corridor. Suddenly, I saw a classmate in our class running head-on, panting and saying, "Lareina C, there is an English quiz today. Please prepare quickly." I said, "All right!" I thought about it and said, "Anyway, you are sitting quite close to me. Can you lend me a look at your test paper later? " A classmate readily agreed and said, "All right."
Ding, ding, a cheerful bell rang and the class began. This class is an English class. Because the teacher is away, the students talk as if the class is over. Dadada, the sound of high heels reached our classroom. The teacher came to the podium with a stack of test papers in his hand and said seriously, "Students, we are going to have an exam today." The students said in unison, "Ah!" With a loud cry, I also heard someone say, "Teacher, you are so lame!" " "The test paper has been sent, and everyone is praying that the test paper will not be too difficult. I looked at the topic, which was a bit difficult, but classmate A had already started to do it. I stepped on his foot lightly and he moved the test paper. At this moment, "Hey, what are you two doing?" I said, "teacher, he copied my answer!" " In order not to have tea in the teacher's office. A classmate looked surprised, and the teacher said angrily, "a classmate, come to my office after class!" " "
After class, classmate A bowed his head and walked into the teacher's office step by step.
I was very sad when I saw my classmate A coming out of the teacher's office with tears on her face. If I told the teacher honestly, our friendship wouldn't break up because of this. Now I want to say to my classmate A, "I'm sorry!"
Unfortunately, there are many medicines in the world, but there are no medicines for colds, inflammation and bacteria. If there is, I will buy it no matter how expensive it is, because there is one thing that I regret when I think about it.
I remember that time, after the online class, I went to the stadium to play ball. This grounding day was going crazy. I didn't come back from work that day, and I didn't send a message to my mother, so I sneaked out of the house.
Just as I was having a good time, my mother called. As soon as I heard her anxious look, I knew that my mother was off work and I was anxious when I got home. But I finally came out. There were so many people playing in the square. I picked up the phone and said impatiently, Oh, I'll be right back! So, keep playing. After a while, the phone rang again. I picked up the phone and shouted at my mother. Would you stop calling? Give it back. No longer free? After that, we hung up the phone and continued to play with the children for a long time. Only when it was dark did we reluctantly go home.
When I first entered the community, I saw my mother anxiously walking around the community, looking at the gate from time to time. At this time, it was getting late and the street lights were on. My mother wandering in the community must be very anxious. Seeing this, I was a little sad and felt sorry for her. Thinking of these years, my mother got up early every day to send me to and from school. It's not easy to study with me after working for me during the epidemic. I'm really sorry for treating her like this. When my mother saw me coming back, she pulled me over and said that it was a mess outside. Many people don't wear masks. Aren't you afraid of catching a virus in case? Oh, it turns out that my mother is not only worried about my safety, but also afraid that I will go out and infect COVID-19! I am so naive.
I want to say to my mother: mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you and lost my temper with you. But stubborn I just can't say it. I'm very sorry about that. I will definitely listen to my mother and never yell at her again. It's been over a month, and I still regret it.
I regret that the 6 "Ding Lingling ..." school bell arrived as scheduled, and I was sorting out my schoolbag in an orderly way. At this time, my good friend came to chat with me, and we had a good chat. Just as we were talking and laughing, another good friend of mine came to my side. She put her face close to my ear and said mysteriously, "honey, I really want to talk to you about something now." Are you free? " She finished solemnly and looked at me with big eyes. I was chatting with even, and I replied without hesitation, "Wait a minute, okay?" Can you let me finish before I tell you? "The words sound just fell and I turned my head to continue to chat with even, leaving her aside. Probably feeling left out, she immediately blushed and stared at me angrily: "Wang Yuxuan, since you don't want to talk to me, I won't talk to you!" Say that finish and turned away. When I heard this, I suddenly felt that the air was frozen, my brain was blank, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I quickly explained, "It's not like this." However, before I finished, she walked out of the classroom with her head held high, leaving only a bang. I looked at her distant back and stood there: Did I do something wrong? I answered you clearly, so forget it, really.
At night, as soon as I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother said to me gently, "son, my classmate didn't mean to quarrel with you." Maybe she didn't hear me. You can explain to her another day to clear up your misunderstanding. "
It was late at night, and I tossed and turned in bed. I thought: Yes! Maybe she didn't hear me. I shouldn't misunderstand her, let alone make our relationship stiff. True friendship needs mutual understanding. I really regret it.
I regret it. When I faced a mountain of plates, I regretted it to the extreme. That night, the sun shone its afterglow on the river. The sun is orange, orange, like a big orange. When I looked at the sunset glow, my heart was full of joy and poetry, but I forgot one thing. I want to wash dishes.
It turns out that there is a rule in our family that my father buys food and cooks, my mother makes the bed and I wash the dishes. But today's sunset is so beautiful that I watched it and threw it to the outside world. My mother is watching TV, and no one knows that they haven't washed it yet.
The sun sets little by little, the quiet night comes out and the moon appears. When I woke up, the moon was already in the sky. I looked at my watch. I really don't know. I was shocked. The hour hand points to eight o'clock. The living room is empty and parents have returned to the room. I just looked at the living room and finally remembered that I was going to wash the dishes. I glanced at my watch, shrugged impatiently, and thought it was time for me to take a bath and sleep, and then brush it tomorrow morning.
However, everything in the world is unpredictable. My parents got up earlier than anyone else and saw the bowls on the table. They were furious and said, "come out, the text is correct." The roar broke the peace and my dream. I opened my eyes and mumbled, why did I wake up so early? I thought about it and suddenly sat up and ran to my parents. Sure enough, the "dish incident" was discovered by my parents. Under their coercion, I finished washing the dishes.
What could have been done in a few minutes has to be stared at by parents for more than ten minutes. This is a loss, and I really regret it.
I regret that eight people always make mistakes. Some mistakes can't be redeemed by saying "I'm sorry". But it really broke that man's heart. I really regret breaking my grandmother's heart.
Growing up. I was raised by my grandmother. In my memory. She always lowers her head. Bend over and wear a pair of reading glasses. Sew flowers on the dam in front of the door. Whether it's spring, summer, autumn and winter competitions. I jokingly said, "Grandma, please stop sewing. However, if you earn a few dollars, I will raise you when I grow up. " At this time, grandma always smiles and says, "You little monkey. Talk big. Hurry up and do your homework. "
There is a big pillar behind the house. I always like to climb up and play. Grandma has been sewing flowers there for ten years. Because it is near noon, the rice is steamed in advance. Tell me to take it out. I am having a swell time. How could I possibly go? Just perfunctory said: "Otherwise, grandma, don't sew, it won't take a few minutes. Go to the end! " "You! Lazy! It is best not to eat rice. " Grandma left angrily.
One afternoon. I climbed the tree to play as usual. Grandma is still sewing flowers there as always. My neighbor's son came to visit me. When it comes to my favorite topic, I become so arrogant that grandma tells me what I do, but it goes in one ear and out the other. Sure enough, grandma called me "granddaughter, come down quickly." What is the pronunciation of this word? So I can write it down and embroider it on the cloth. "Seeing that I was late, she called me again. I'm really bored. He roared, "How much can you earn by embroidering that thing all day? It's not like my parents don't support you Can't you learn from Grandma Wang and go out for a walk? "Shout out. Grandma looked at the endless sky and was silent for a long time. ...
"Grandma, I was wrong. I shouldn't be bad to you. " And she didn't talk about me as fiercely as usual. But a man walked straight away. Looking at her lonely figure, I also bowed my head in shame.
After that, she really stopped embroidering under the tree ...
If only time could go back. I will never break grandma's heart. However, nothing is possible. ...
Regret 9 the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. I studied by myself early, and there was the sound of reading from other classes.
In the first Chinese class, I put my hand into my schoolbag and felt for it. This one is the wrong size and thickness, and a chill creeps up my back. I quickly buried my head in my schoolbag and fiddled with the pile of books that had everything except Chinese books.
"Do you have my Chinese book?" The deskmate suddenly stopped looking around, her fingers curled up and her eyes trembled. "You didn't bring it, did you?" "It seems so." This is an extra comrade-in-arms for me, but I also know that he will definitely "voluntarily" go to the teacher, but I certainly won't. When the familiar bell rang, I was struggling what to do. I took out a math book in a panic.
I have eye contact with my teacher from time to time. I usually bury myself in pretending to take notes. When I am in trouble, I will look up and nod, just like a good student around me. I secretly praised myself: "I am a genius, and I am very upset because of my high IQ!" " I can look at my deskmate who wrote a letter of criticism, as if there was a trace of regret.
I don't know when it started, maybe my acting skills were flawed. The teacher squinted at me and said, "Come, read the following paragraph." The cover of my book is basically parallel to my deskmate, and the word "math" is covered with my hand. After some searching, the front desk has lifted the book, and mine is still the radian when reading. My eyes drifted to the book at the front desk, and I read it smoothly. However, I was nervous in front of a new word I didn't understand, and my breathing was disturbed several times. No, the teacher found out and left me a sentence "Come to my office after class".
After class, I took a small step to the office. Under the teacher's education, I knew it was too late to regret. If I forget everything next time, I will definitely tell the teacher that I will learn from my mistakes, but I firmly believe that I will never forget to bring anything again.
This matter stayed in my memory for a long time, accompanied me all the way slowly, and witnessed the immortality of honesty.
Regret 10. It was a hot summer, and our math exam results came out that day. That math exam was really difficult. Although I only got 86.5 points in the exam, it is already very high in our class. I came home with anxiety. As soon as I got home, I began to do my homework without saying a word. When it was time for dinner, my mother suddenly said, "Did you get the result of the last math exam?"
I faltered and said, "Well ... here we are." "How many points did you get?" I said, "Uh ... 86.5"
"What? Only 86. 5? "Mother screamed angrily.
"But this time it's really hard. Did our class fail much? " I argued.
"Why don't you compare with good! ? "
"I'm fine, too."
"Good what good? I'm not 90 years old. If I do so badly in the exam next time, I'll pretend I didn't have your baby. Stop calling me mom! "
I couldn't hold my breath, threw the bowl down and shouted, "What's your name? Have the ability to take the test yourself! " You didn't take the exam again. Do you think it is easy? "I rushed into my room and slammed the door, so I locked it. Mother shouted outside: "Open the door, open the door quickly!" " I said, "No! Don't! What's the matter? "
Mom seems to be very angry with me, unable to speak or say anything. I lay in bed and thought, "Why did Mom do this? This exam is really difficult. I didn't do well in the exam this time Why don't I just do it next time? " Why did she react so much and get so angry! "I fell asleep thinking about it.
I feel so hungry after waking up! So I opened the door and went out. The light is still on, there are dishes on the table and a note on the table. The note said, "I'm sorry, son, mom is wrong." I shouldn't say that about you. " I was in tears! It turns out that my mother is impatient, too, and hates iron for not turning into steel ... I must practice hard in my study in the future and strive to "turn an enemy into a jade" as soon as possible!
Regret 1 1 In order to cope with the most troublesome and arduous 800m-meter long-distance race among the three items in the senior high school entrance examination, the teacher assigned a very hard homework: run 1000m every day after school, and the Sports Commission can only go home after making a record. After school that day, a regular test made my good friend and sports Commissioner Lin suffer irreparable misfortune.
On the 800-meter track, Lin always runs fast. At this time, she still shot out like an arrow. After two and a half laps, she rushed back to the finish line, 3 minutes 14 seconds, and the difference of 4 seconds 10. I am very envious. It's my turn Lin is deducting points at the finish line, waiting for me. Looking at Lin, I ran and ran desperately, but I was still unlucky and failed. Looking at Lin, I had a brainwave and whispered to her, "Do me a favor and get rid of that' no'!" I thought that with my friendship with Lin, "failure" would turn into a beautiful little girl and run away like that.
The next day, after school, it was cloudy and rainy in Zhejiang. The teacher gathered us on the commander's desk and reported the list of students who failed the exam the day before and needed to increase the training intensity. I am secretly happy. Suddenly, my smile froze. Did you hear me right? My name, my name still slipped out of the teacher's mouth. I can't stand the thought of sweating like a man every day in the future. I stared at Lin angrily and met Lin's eyes. I couldn't understand and I couldn't.
It seems that it will never clear up in the next few days. After-school training continues. Lin and I didn't quarrel, so we stopped talking. Every time we meet, she seems to want to speak, but I have been avoiding, avoiding her enthusiasm, avoiding her eyes and closing my heart. Face? I don't know if this is the reason, maybe.
I lost her, lost the feelings between us, but it was so easy. I meet every day, but my heart is blocked by that inexplicable girlish feeling. I regret it now, I regret my own inexplicably, and I regret the school that day.
I regret 12 There are many things I regret in my life, but few things are really impressive. There was one thing that I regretted. From then on, I will never make a choice of regret.
I remember in the third grade. During a break, I finished correcting my homework and went to the teacher's office to hand it in with Xiao. When I went to the office, I found that all the teachers had gone to the meeting, and none of them were there. I looked at the teacher's office and happened to find a pot of dates on the teacher's desk. Jujube red, crisp outside and tender inside, full of attractive fragrance. The fragrance seems to be an invisible line. I want to try one at once, and Xiaohong is still there. What should I do? I had a brainwave: "Little one, look at me. This is not the way to wait. Why don't you look for it and I'll wait here. " "Well, I'll give you my test paper. If the teacher comes, you can hand it in for me. " After that, she handed me the test paper and ran out by herself.
I was secretly glad: great, the temptation of success. I walked carefully to the corner and saw the back of Xiao A's long journey before I was relieved. So I crept to the table, quickly put one in my pocket, put the test paper on the table and ran away.
But I haven't thought about the afternoon class, and I'm afraid: Is there a camera in the teacher's office? Will the teacher count the dates in advance? Was there anyone in the house opposite when I took it? Did you see me steal it? My heart has been restless for a long time.
When I got home, I left the jujube in the drawer, but it was like staring at me with a pair of eyes, which made me feel even worse.
At that moment, I regretted why I couldn't stand the temptation to steal dates. ...
Later, I defeated myself and returned the red dates to the teacher. After that, I felt much more comfortable.
/kloc-Grade 0/3 Last semester, I regretted it one day. With the bell "Ding", the students flew out of the classroom like butterflies and ran to the playground, skipping like lively and lovely rabbits. Only Wang and I sat motionless in the classroom. Because I already have a plan of action-teasing the king.
I mysteriously walked up to Wang and smiled and said to her, "Let's play a game. When I count to three, you close your eyes and open them. " Wang did it. I quietly took out a ladybug from the flowerpot, put it in Wang's hand, and then stepped aside. "Three, two, one!" When the king opened his eyes, he saw a ladybug crawling slowly in her hand, crying and crying with fear, as if he had seen a ghost. But I pretended not to know anything and asked, "What's the matter? What happened? " "There is-there is-there is a ladybug ..." Seeing that she was so scared, I ran to her side, picked up the ladybug and threw it into the flowerpot, comforting her and saying, "Well, don't be afraid, the ladybug has been thrown into the flowerpot by me." She just returned to normal and went to the table and sat down. Looking at her trance, I guess: at this moment, her heart must be like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. But I don't have the pleasure of playing tricks on people.
A few days later, I regretted it. Why should I tease the king? She didn't offend me. Thinking of this, I came to Wang's side and sincerely said to her, "Wang, I'm sorry. Last time it was 5, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared you with ladybugs. Can you forgive me? " Instead, Wang smiled: "I forgot that. I am not so petty, we are still good friends! "
"Yes!" I jumped three feet high with joy: "We are still good friends-"
I regret that the memory of 14 is like a dark night, but it is full of stars and beautiful. In a small corner, there is a very dark star, which is what I think of most.
I remember doing my homework that day. Suddenly, my brother patted me gently and said, "Sister, look …" I followed my brother's finger and found a little mouse under the opposite rice cupboard. Maybe it found us looking at it and disappeared without a trace. I continue to do my homework. "Sister, it's out again." Soon, my brother gave me another push. Keep your voice down. "Look at me." I crept to the stove, quietly picked up the poker and squatted around the rice cupboard, thinking: as long as it comes out again, I will take it down with a bang. I stared under the rice cupboard and waited for a long time without waiting. "Are you coming?" The younger brother asked. "I don't know ... it's out again." I looked at it. It's a little gray mouse with smaller eyes than mung beans. It's cute, but it looks pathetic. "Is it hungry?" My brother's words made my heart tremble. After all, I am hungry! Not a mouse crossed the road. Is everyone shouting for a fight? I'm sorry about that. I took the poker to my brother, took half a biscuit from his hand and carefully put it under the rice cupboard. The mouse thought I was going to hurt it and hid again. I went to do my homework again. After a while, the biscuits disappeared. I put some cookies under the rice cupboard, and they disappeared one by one. I think it was returned to its companion. A few days later, I opened the drawer and took my notebook. I was stunned by what I saw: a bunch of little people had been eaten by mice, and there was mouse excrement on the notebook. This notebook, which my aunt bought for me on my birthday, is still reluctant to use. It has a yellow seal on it. I think it's rat shit. At this moment, I thought: If I killed it, I wouldn't be so miserable. ...
Until now, I still regret it. It seems that some bad animals still can't treat it well.
Regret 15. I regret it. I have a very good friend at ordinary times. Her name is Li Mengyao. We have been playing together since the first grade of primary school, and we usually help each other if we don't understand anything in our studies. I am inseparable all day, like a pair of sisters. However, a few days before the graduation exam, we had some contradictions, which were caused by my meanness and intolerance. In Chinese class that day, her pen ran out of water, but she was in a hurry to take notes and borrowed it from me sitting in front of her. I thought it was my best friend, so I lent my mother the pen brought by my German friend. Unexpectedly, she accidentally dropped the pen and finished pressing it with a bench. I was angry when I saw it. It was brought from abroad. I used it carefully myself, and Li Mengyao broke it.
I looked up at her with a guilty face and whispered, "It's my fault, I'm sorry, don't be angry." But I was still very angry at that time and ignored Li Mengyao's words for several days. Maybe because of the girl's small temper, she didn't want to come to me on her own initiative. Seeing the graduation exam approaching, the pressure of study made me put this matter aside for the time being. In fact, I really hope that Li Mengyao can take the initiative to come to me once, but after the exam, we graduated and never met again. During the holiday, I began to recall the dribs and drabs between us, the trip to Tai 'an in the third grade, Li Mengyao's expression of comforting me when I was most vulnerable, the joy of holding hands during the spring outing, and her kindness to me. I regret it. I really regret facing her and saying I'm sorry. It was my meanness that broke our six-year friendship. Li Mengyao, you know what? The little things between us are my best memories. I should not be so stingy. How can a pen compare with our six-year friendship? I really regret it and want to say "I'm sorry" to your face.