Chapter 1: I regret it
Mother is sacred. Mother is our closest relative. Because of the mother, we can get life & hellip; & hellip; mother is a person who is willing to give everything and even life for us! But I, because of some trivial things, often collide with my mother.
Remember that day, heavy snow, mother from bed together told me, more clothes, don't freeze! I have been stubborn and unwilling to wear more, I think, what to wear is my own business, do not worry about her, I can manage myself! However, mother is still like a 'repeater', repeating that sentence over and over again. I was impatient and yelled at my mother, 'are you bored! I'll take care of my own business. Don't worry about it. 'then he turned and left. In the moment I turned around, I suddenly regretted. I don't know why I said that to my mother. I don't know.
Back to the room, pick on the bed, cover the head with a pillow, close your eyes, and constantly come up with the scene just now. My hands began to shake, and I had an impulse to hammer myself. However, I am constantly comforting myself: it's OK, it's just a confrontation, and my mother won't put it in my heart. My heart is tangled, I don't know whether to apologize to my mother or to be so stubborn.
In a flash, I found that I was wrong, I couldn't manage myself at all, I still need the care of my mother. I got up and sat on the head of the bed, and then I found that the place I had just picked was wet!
I put on my clothes and walked to the door step by step. When I went out, I found my mother was sitting in the cold chair with red rims and tears swirling in my eyes. Once again, I found how much my mother's heart was hurt by what I had just done. My heart suddenly split a hole. I couldn't resist the inner remorse, so I began to disturb my mind and said, "it's so cold! 'My mother looked at me and said, 'I'll see if you'll be dressed in the future?! I gave a bad smile and went to my mother & hellip; & hellip;
We love our mother, and mother also loves us, this matter, will become a stepping stone on the road of my growth.
Chapter 2: I really regret it
In my mind, I record many unforgettable things, one of which makes me regret most.
This happened in the fourth grade, the first time I read the mathematics unit paper, I thought I was very high. But as soon as I sent out 68 points with bright red on the top left, the teacher didn't hear a word of the teacher's comment. At that time, I felt very sad, and the teacher finally said, "in the future, I'll sign my parents' names on the evening of regret.". '
I put the paper in my schoolbag and ran back home listlessly.
Back home, I seemed to be a thief, restless. My mother didn't ask much, so my heart was relieved. After dinner, I sat in front of the desk to think, show my mother? No, I can't. If I show her, I might suffer from it! This signature? Ah! Yes, I saw a 100 point paper on the table with my mother's signature on it. I described the name of this paper, wow! It's very similar!
The next day, thank God, the teacher didn't find out, so it passed.
In a week, I'm going to forget about it. My mother found the paper when she was helping me with my schoolbag. "I don't seem to have signed in. 'then I regretted that it was too late. She told her mother the truth. I didn't expect my mother said to me gently: "my child, it doesn't matter if you take the exam. Just try your best. But it's not true that you sign your mother's name selfishly and cheat the teacher. 'after listening to my mother's words, I looked down and shed tears of regret.
Ah! I'm wrong about this, mom. Please forgive me.
Chapter 3: I regret it
This event let me regret the spring of memory, gently flowing from my heart. Each drop of precious water, solidified into a kind of expression: joy, anger, sadness and joy, omnipresent. Always think of those regret things, every chew, will let me feel regret and helpless. I remember it was a winter night, snowflakes falling. I was having a snowball fight in the snow, and my sister next to me borrowed my hat.
I regret it.
The spring of memory flows gently from my heart. Each drop of precious water, solidified into a kind of expression: joy, anger, sadness and joy, omnipresent. Always think of those regret things, every chew, will let me feel regret and helpless.
I remember it was a winter night, snowflakes falling. When I was having a snowball fight in the snow, my sister next to me borrowed my hat, and I said, "OK, OK! 'he took off his hat and gave it to his sister. Then he kept turning around and playing in the snow.
When I was playing, my sister suddenly said, "sister, return your hat, I'm going back! "My sister said, handing the hat to me. I gave a 'hmmm' sound and put my hat on the snow beside me. Unconsciously, time flowed past. Grandma called to me from the window: 'Xie Yifan, come up! 'I had to go upstairs and leave the hat out of my mind.
My grandmother picked up my clothes, arranged them, and suddenly called out, "Xie Yifan, where's your hat?"?! 'when I heard that, my heart suddenly cooled, and I ran down the stairs. I saw that the hat had already disappeared. Grandma asked, "didn't you take it downstairs just now? 'I was so scared that I could not help but tell a lie:' go and ask my sister. I lent her what I just lent her, but she didn't pay me back. "Grandma went to interrogate my sister. She stood in front of me and said with a cry," I gave it back to my sister! I gave it back to my sister! 'My sister's eyes of water and spirit look at me, and the eyes seem to be pleading and helpless. Looking at her melancholy eyes, I feel as if I have knocked over a bottle of Schisandra. I feel sorry for grandma, sister and everyone. Tears in my eyes, I quickly wipe away the tears. He turned around and pretended to be indifferent and said: 'it's OK, it's OK. If you lose it, you'll lose it! '
I never had the courage to tell the truth.
Regret, for the inexperienced me, there is no clear definition. But, this matter, has left the brand mark which can never erase to me.
Chapter 4: I regret it
In the long river of years, there have been countless things around me, but no matter how the passage, there is only one thing that I regret often haunts me.
Sometimes, always think: why not all women have a shy face? In fact, it is only a flash in the pan, used to deceive the eyes of the secular, no beauty can resist a pure benevolent heart. If you give it to every woman, some people will make it covered with dust.
I still remember that rainy afternoon; the brand-new red scarf still stings my eyes. That afternoon, the sky was raining. As a young pioneer, my classmates and I went to the park to play together. On the way, I met an ugly disabled person. No left hand, no right leg, no power to look forward to the beautiful world, she is just a little sister who is no more than a few years older than me. However, there is no one around her. She just sits on a worn-out board, isolated in the wind and rain, singing songs and songs, and with a child's voice, she supports the ground with her only right hand to let the board slide, and her mouth is not stopped We turn a blind eye to this eye-catching scene! As we passed her, we said that the sound of wind and rain was mingled with laughter, and her desolate song & hellip; & hellip; at this time, several women dressed in gorgeous clothes also passed by her, still as if nobody was there. Several of my classmates and I looked back at her, and even secretly laughed. At that time, what I saw was the girl's face full of grievances and loneliness. She seemed to know that we ignored her, stopped singing and carried us forward. At this time, a girl younger than us and her mother passed by, and I only heard a more childish voice: "Mom, this sister is so poor, let's help her & hellip; & hellip;" OK. 'a short word, a few crisp sounds of coins, a word of' thank you ', and the singing again, as if to satirize us. After the rain stopped, there was a gust of wind, blowing the red scarf which was not very tight on our chest, and finally broke away from my collar. First, it was blown by the wind, and finally it fell on the ground. Under the sunshine after the rain, the dazzling shot into my eyes, like a sharp knife, deeply penetrated into my heart & hellip; & hellip;
Today, I gazed at this red scarf, and the image of that elder sister constantly appeared in my mind. I thought in my heart: how beautiful is her appearance? Are we really beautiful? Do we have a pure heart? This matter, really let me regret!
In this world, there are many regrets, but there is no regret medicine. I often think: Why are there so many regrets in the world? In fact, this is a whirling world, there is no regret, no matter how much happiness you will not experience happiness. So, how can we make people's hearts no longer lonely? In fact, every heart is born lonely and incomplete, most of them spend their lives with this kind of deformity. Only because when you have the chance not to do something you regret, either you miss it or you have lost the qualification to own it & hellip; & hellip;
When I think of it, I regret it very much
Life is like a river, memory is like a big net, capturing all kinds of things in life. Some make me happy, some make me sad, and one thing left a deep mark in my mind. Whenever I think of it, I feel very ashamed. My face turns red and my neck turns red.
I remember that summer vacation, I went to live with my grandmother. One night we were getting ready to go to bed. My cousin sleeps on the bed with her beloved teddy bear. I wanted to tease my cousin, so I went quietly to her bedside, grabbed her bear and ran into the dining room. When my cousin was gone, bear jumped out of bed and ran into the dining room angrily and asked me to return it. I said 'OK! But if you catch me, I'll give it back to you. 'with that, I started running, and my cousin caught up with me. We ran from the dining room to the living room, and from the living room to the room. Grandma said: 'don't chase, go to bed. 'I jumped on the bed and wanted to return the bear to my cousin. But I didn't expect my cousin to jump onto the bed. Somehow, my cousin slipped and fell, and her nose hit the bed board. All of a sudden, my cousin's nose blue a small piece, pain, she cried. As she rubbed oil on her cousin, she said, "don't cry. Don't be afraid of minor injuries." I watched my cousin cry, and I felt very sorry.
Now whenever I come to my grandmother's house, the scene of that night comes to my mind and I regret it very much.
Chapter 6: I really regret thinking about it
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