That really makes me regret my composition.

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That really made me regret writing 1. Looking at the passing certificates, tears swirled in my eyes. It's all my fault. I didn't practice hard and crammed the night before the exam ... I'm really sorry.

Sitting leisurely on the piano chair, holding the exam book in hand, turning pages. This ..... Well, it should work; That's good. I'm sure I'll play well then ... or we'll practice again! Uh, forget it. Let's practice later. Pick up the phone and play.

There is still one month before the exam, and I will be relaxed tomorrow! Playing mobile phones, reading casual books and practicing the piano without moving a finger. But it was really a day or two before the exam, and I panicked. ...

As soon as I opened the book, I began to make up the contents of the exam. Basic practice, no matter, practice first! Classical piano music romantic piano music more than 300 times ... alas, alas, how can I play so unfamiliar! Why didn't you practice before?

No, no, forget it. Let's practice first The night before the exam, I was so confused by the music that I couldn't bear to disturb the people! I walked guiltily to the examination room the next day. ...

I know, I'm finished!

Sure enough, a few months later, the certificate was issued. A few big words:

Yes Just passing by. My mind went blank in an instant. Although I am ready, I still can't accept it. Pass the ball, good, excellent, pass the ball at the end, hold on to the edge. In my opinion, this has already failed.

It's all my own fault. Didn't practice well. So far, what can I say?

If only I hadn't been playing with my mobile phone all the time, if only I hadn't practiced it often, if I hadn't … Is there a if in reality? What's the use of saying this now? It's all because of my greed, and now I have failed. ...

That matter is deeply engraved in my heart. The regrets I often recall made me realize today.

I'm really sorry.

That really made me regret writing 2. The past, like a light smoke, often floats in my mind. And that thing really impressed me, and I will never forget it.

It was a noon two or three years ago, and I went to visit Tucki. I brought a balloon downstairs. I suggested to him, "Let's play water polo, throw it into the sky and watch the splash when it falls, not to mention how interesting it is." He nodded.

After playing for a while, we found that there was an iron window on the opposite wall, which immediately aroused our interest. "Haha, let's throw the water polo into this window!" He said to me with a sly smile. The words sound just fell and the water polo crossed a beautiful arc from his hand and slammed on the crossbar. Bang, splash. "What's going on! Something spilled on the plate! " "Can you still eat? Boss, refund! " We started running.

I thought it would be okay to run downstairs. "It's a prank not to sleep at noon!" Suddenly, the shopkeeper came to him angrily. "lose money! Lose money! " Our legs were weak with fear, and the water polo in our hands fell to the ground with a bang, and our hearts were pounding. At this time, my mother was taken to the food stall to apologize to others. In full view, we were too scared to lift our heads, almost crying, and went home in fear and shock.

Although it has been so long, in retrospect, my heart is still dull, like a needle, like a fire, like a burden for a lifetime.

Well, I'm really sorry.

I'm really sorry. In everyone's mind, stealing is a bad and immoral behavior. This shameful behavior should not be done, but once I have to do it!

Speaking of that, I really regret it. It happened on Tuesday: most students bought drinks at school, especially after physical education class. I have an idea in my heart. This is a bold idea, that is, I'm going to steal money. I immediately thought of a perfect idea. That night, I secretly found my mother's wallet. While my mother was taking a bath, I gently unzipped my wallet and quickly picked up 5 yuan banknotes. I was holding my wallet as fast as lightning, for fear that my mother would suddenly appear and find that I was stealing money. Hearing my mother's footsteps upstairs, I immediately put away my wallet and pretended to be watching TV. It's late at night, it's time to go to bed, but I can't sleep at all. I always steal money in my dreams. The next morning, I was scared out in a cold sweat! "shh" This is a dream. Ah! It feels really bad to be a thief. Unconsciously, after class in the morning, I skipped to buy drinks. When I drank a drink, I completely forgot my fears. After school, I began to be afraid again, afraid to go home and be found by my mother. However, the French Open has a long history. Because of a guilty conscience, the zipper was not closed properly, and finally it was discovered by the eagle-eyed mother. I silently bowed my head, ready to accept the arrival of my parents' storm, but my father stroked my head and kindly said to me, "son, we can give you money if you want, but your stealing is shameful!" " I suddenly froze, my father was so peaceful!

This matter has passed, but I still remember the regrets left by this matter.

I'm really sorry. I remember when I was two and a half years old, I often played with my cousin who was three and a half years old.

One day, my father came up to my cousin and me with a bag of candy and said, "You two …" Before I finished, I rushed up and ate a piece of candy. My father saw it and said to me angrily, "little greedy cat, I haven't given an order yet." Why do you eat sugar? " I didn't speak, just smiled shyly. "Listen, you two," Dad said again. "You must want to eat such polysaccharide. I'll give each of you a piece first. I'll check it in five minutes. If you still have a piece of candy in your hand, give each of you two pieces of candy. But if you eat a piece of candy, it will … "Dad said, and went upstairs to play with his beloved computer.

My sister and I stood in the yard at a loss. Cousin said, "Yuji, we don't eat sugar now, but we will eat three pieces of sugar soon." I heard what my sister said was very reasonable, so I waited patiently there. Four minutes later, I couldn't resist the temptation of sugar and ate it. I ate and said, "Sister, eat quickly!" This candy is delicious. "But my sister has been very patient. It's five minutes now. Dad came to the yard with candy in his hand. I really doubt that he has never put it down since he went upstairs. Dad asked, "Where's the sugar?" Cousin happily took out the sugar, so I had to spread my empty hand helplessly. My father saw it, sighed and took out two pieces of candy for my sister. I looked at my hands in disappointment. I wish my father could suddenly give me two pieces of candy, and hope disappeared silently like this.

In retrospect, I really regret it. I don't know how many times I have asked myself, "Why can't we wait another minute?"

I'm really sorry. Last summer, I had no money on hand and my mouth itched again, trying to make money. Suddenly, a voice came into my ear.

Buy braids. '

When I heard this, I was ecstatic and shouted to sell braids. Soon the braid buyer came. I began to bargain with him. At that time, I didn't know how much braids were worth. I pretended to be serious and said,' Be honest or I won't sell it.'

Thirty yuan. To do or not to do. '

No, just thirty dollars. Thirty-five dollars is too little. '

Ok, then thirty-five '

At this time, xxx and nn on the side said that 35 was sold too little. The one who bought the braid changed his face and said,' What does that boy know? Go away. As soon as xxx heard it, he said I was a kid. If xxx didn't sell it, it would be thirty-five. My aunt (I don't know what to call her) also said that 35 is too little. The man was anxious when he heard it. "That's a lot," Xxx said. "I won't sell it for fifty cents less. The man seemed to smile, pretended to hesitate and said ok.

I'll start cutting as soon as the price is settled. I said I cut it at home, and several people said I didn't have to cut it at home. People who buy braids are more determined. After I cut it, I went home and saw it was ok, and then I told my grandmother.

When grandma heard this, alas, the silly child was happy to sell it for fifty dollars. This hair is worth more than one hundred dollars.

As soon as I was blindsided, I scolded braid buyers in my mind. I ran to my room again, looked in the mirror and found myself with a mushroom head. I couldn't help crying, with fifty dollars in my hand.

I didn't expect this lady to become a tomboy as soon as she cut her hair.

Since I cut my hair, I have been nicknamed' Big Ball, Mushroom Head' by xxx. No, give me my hair back.

That incident really made me regret something unforgettable, just like plates of candy. Among them, the most conspicuous one is that one. Today, I will tell you a story about it!

On a cold morning, grandma cooked noodles early and hurried out. Because my brother and I got up too late, the noodles dried up. My brother looked at the two bowls and said to me, "Brother, can you eat?" I have no appetite at all, so pour the noodles into the toilet! "I nodded, but I'm worried that my grandmother will break into a furious rage when she knows. I said to my brother, "No, grandma knows. What should I do?" I said to my brother, "then let's put it in a bag and throw it upstairs." "After that, I put the noodles in a black bag and threw them upstairs. Just a few seconds after I dropped them, I heard a scream. It turned out that I hit a person, and that person didn't find the murderer, so he rushed into the residential property and asked the residential property to pull the switch of the building. When my grandmother came back, she severely criticized me and asked me to cook this week's food by myself.

Why don't I have the courage to admit my mistake to that man? Don't mom and dad's teaching and the teacher's teaching work? This incident has always reminded me to be an upright person and think twice before you act.

That incident really made me regret composition 7. 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?

That incident really made me regret writing 8. Today is the weekend, the sun shines into my window, and I am still lying in bed. But at the thought of going to Xinhua Bookstore to buy "A Fairy Tale of an Immigrant" today, I got up, simply washed my face, ate a few mouthfuls of rice and set off with 20 yuan.

When I arrived at Xinhua Bookstore, I leafed through the books on the fairy tale shelf and finally found the fairy tale of a migration that I had long wanted to read. I looked at the price of this book: 2 1 yuan. I only have 20 pence on me, one yuan less, and this book will miss me again. I am in a hurry. What should I do? Only then did I remember that there is an unwritten rule on the road to books: books are sold at a discount if they are damaged. I used my quick wits: why don't I secretly tear a corner of the book? I am glad that only I can think of my ideas. Although a little uncivilized, I can't care about my favorite fairy tales. It won't happen again

So, I tore off the corner of the last page of the book when the aunt of the clerk was not paying attention. I swaggered to the cashier with my book. I pretended to flip through it and turned to the last page. "Ah, aunt, why is the last page of this book incomplete?" Aunt cashier said, "If you want to buy this book, I will sell it to you at half price." I paid for the book and walked out of the bookstore.

On the way home, a bird kept chirping at me, as if to say, "You are ashamed, you are ashamed …" I listened, and my face was burning. Does even the bird know the ugly thing I did today? As a young pioneer, I should be brave enough to correct my mistakes. I immediately went back to the bookstore, explained what happened to the aunt who sold the book, and compensated for the loss of words. The aunt who sold the book took the book and praised me as a good boy who corrected my mistakes.

That incident really made me regret composition 9 "Sorry, teacher!" " This sentence has been hidden in my heart for a long time, but I have never had the courage to say it and confess it to you.

On that day, the sky was gloomy, and there were no birds chirping and happy backs, only a few dragonflies were flying low in the sky alone.

I sat in my seat, waiting for the teacher's password: "Open the dictation book and pass today's words." The teacher's voice instantly broke my mood, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water-seven ups and downs. I felt uneasy and thought: it's over, this is terrible, I didn't recite the words yesterday! I secretly opened the book in my desk and suddenly put it in my bag. Peeking at Xueba's deskmate's dictation book, I saw her calmly writing down neat lines of words. Willy-nilly, I quickly copied my deskmate's answers into my notebook. Dictation continued, and I was so nervous that I almost stopped breathing. I looked around, but looked at the teacher firmly to hide my inner emptiness. The teacher came to my position. There are thousands of ants in Qian Qian. They're running around on hot bricks! I carefully looked at my deskmate's notebook again. She looked up at me and then at the teacher. She smiled, but her smile made me close my eyes nervously. Finally, it's over I closed my notebook in fear and finally calmed down.

The notebook was handed out. I looked at the words on it and smiled guiltily. I regret it in my heart. Why can't I get this score myself? Why am I unhappy when I get a hundred points in the exam? Why should I lie to the teacher? why ...

"Teacher, I'm sorry!" That percentage is not mine, but my vanity. I'm sorry for your trust in me.

That really made me regret my composition 10 One morning, Mr. Qian, the head teacher of our class, gave us a math test, which tested the scores we had just learned.

The test paper is too simple. I finished all the questions in 20 minutes and looked around idly. You know, I hate inspection. How boring it is to do those questions again! I took a casual look at the test paper and stopped reading it when I was sure there was no one left. Whenever the teacher looked up and scanned us, I quickly picked up my pen and pretended to check it carefully. Several times, the teacher came to visit and walked by me. I was so panicked that I actually took the pen upside down and the teacher didn't find it. In this way, I avoided the teacher's eyes again and again.

In the first class in the afternoon, the teacher announced the results. There are hundreds of points in our class, and I only got 90 points. Where is it? Ninth from the bottom! Positive number 30! ! Alas, I made a mistake on a very simple' application problem', very wrong-I copied a wrong number, and the vertical row was obviously next to it. The answer is thirty-six, but I copied it into thirty-two, which is absolutely correct!

When I got home, my parents read my test paper. I was so angry that I copied it three times. I have nothing to say, so I have to admit it!

I regret it very much, alas, if I had known this, why should I have? There is no regret medicine in the world. I must pay attention to the exam in the future and get good grades!

That really made me regret my composition 1 1. I remember when I was two and a half years old, I often played with my cousin who was three and a half years old.

One day, my father came up to my cousin and me with a bag of candy and said, "You two." Before I finished, I rushed up and ate a piece of candy. My father saw it and said to me angrily, "little greedy cat, I haven't given an order yet." Why do you eat sugar? " I didn't speak, just smiled shyly. "Listen, you two," dad said again, "you must want to eat such polysaccharide. I'll give each of you a piece first. I'll check it in five minutes. If you still have a piece of candy in your hand, give each of you two more pieces of candy. But if you eat a piece of candy, that's good. " Dad said that and went upstairs to play with his beloved computer. My sister and I stood in the yard at a loss. Cousin said, "Yuji, we don't eat sugar now, but we will eat three pieces of sugar soon." I heard what my sister said was very reasonable, so I waited patiently there. Four minutes later, I couldn't resist the temptation of sugar and ate it. I ate and said, "Sister, eat quickly!" This candy is delicious. "But my sister has been very patient. It's five minutes now. Dad came to the yard with candy in his hand. I really doubt that he has never put it down since he went upstairs. Dad asked, "Where's the sugar?" Cousin happily took out the sugar, so I had to spread my empty hand helplessly. My father saw it, sighed and took out two pieces of candy for my sister. I looked at my hands in disappointment. I wish my father could suddenly give me two pieces of candy, and hope disappeared silently like this.

In retrospect, I really regret it. I don't forget how many times I asked myself at the beginning, "Why can't we wait another minute?"

That incident really made me regret my composition 12 Recently, the school held a grand "Chinese Dictation Conference". Five other students and I are honored to be contestants in the school finals.

On the day of the game, we were all ready and extremely nervous.

The game begins. When the host reports, "Please play the second student in each group." Sometimes, my muscles get tense. On the court, I saw the clipboard.

The examiner's report: "ripple." I secretly cool: this is not easy! However, when I wrote the word "Yang", I made a mistake. Is it forever or water? Then I thought: there should be ripples on the water. So, I wrote Water.

I pressed "Submit" and waited nervously for the announcement of the answer. "ah!" I screamed, "I, I was wrong!" " It turns out that under the word "Yang" is the word "Yong"!

Alas, I was eliminated! This damn word "Yang" is because you made me write it wrong! However, after all, it is my own fault!

Since I misspelled the word "Yang", every time I wrote "Yang", it was a big tick. I'm sorry I didn't write it correctly; I regret that I didn't review in place; I regret not trusting my first feeling. Yang, I will never turn your nakedness into water again!

That really made me regret my composition 13. In our life, we will do many wrong things. It is in these regrettable things that we learn from experience and grow up slowly.

It was one afternoon, I was about to move to Orfila, and my mother was packing. I saw a sticker on my cousin's hand, and the exquisite pattern was very nice. I like it very much and want to ask Chen Chen for two tickets. But he didn't give it to me, for better or worse. In a rage, an evil idea appeared in my mind.

I hid the sticker under the refrigerator when I took a nap with my grandmother in the morning. Looking back, I hesitated, thinking I'm leaving, and don't embarrass my brother. But the thought of chenchen's cruelty to me hardened my heart again. I didn't expect Chen Chen to have such a sharp eye, so I found it for him. Looking at his smiling face, I was disgusted, and my anger became more "successful".

At noon the next day, I tore the sticker into pieces and threw it out of the window. This time, Chen Chen never got it back. Looking at his sad appearance, I was filled with joy. "See you still proud! You still don't share it with me! "

Our family is going on the way to Wujin, and our family is seeing us off. Chen Chen suddenly ran over and whispered with his head down, "Sister, I'm ... sorry, I can't give you the sticker gift I want to give you ..." I learned a lot from Chen Chen's depressed words. At that time, I froze. Looking at Chen Chen's sad face, I said to myself, "This is my fault. But it must be the last time! "

This is what I regret most. I hurt my brother who was preoccupied with me. Since then, every time I go back to my hometown, I will bring many gifts to Chen Chen, and that sticker has always appeared in my dream.

That really made me regret my composition 14. In my little treasure box, there are countless treasures, some are sad, some are happy, some are regrettable, and some are unforgettable ... But what makes me remember vividly is that regret, which is like a knife, stabbing my heart all the time.

That day, it was raining cats and dogs, and rain beads the size of peas fell from the sky. Raindrops beat against the glass as if they were singing. Pedestrians downstairs are holding umbrellas and the rain is dancing on them. My mother and I sat in the classroom and watched the teacher perform the electronic organ. I clearly remember that the teacher invited us to have a try after playing some songs that day. Everyone enthusiastically raised their hands to sign up and wanted to experience electone. My mother also urged me, and I hesitated, wanting to go up, but not wanting to go up. The last place, I chose to give up. I don't know why, but there seems to be a force that prevents me from raising my hand. After class, I vaguely heard several students laughing at me and saying that I had no guts. When I got home, my mother scolded me. I don't understand. I just didn't perform. I have participated in many competitions. Why is this different? That night, I thought and cried all night.

I learned later that it was because I didn't have the courage. In fact, I am ashamed and regret it. The teacher made the performance of this song very simple. It's easy to play this song at our level, but if I resist that force and raise my hand bravely, maybe I won't be quarreled by my mother, maybe I won't be laughed at by my classmates, maybe. ...

There are many possibilities in this world, but what happens is the worst.

The next day, the rain stopped and a rainbow appeared in the distance, which was a bridge between cowardice and courage. I figured it out, too I want to be a soldier, not a coward.