Five my good mother 350 words everyone has a beautiful and generous good mother, no exception. My mother is 36 years old. She has jet black hair and round eyes. One is sandwiched between two dimples. A cherry like mouth. Medium build, very beautiful. I remember once when I came home from school in the afternoon, I immediately put down my schoolbag. Just run out and play. When you get tired of playing, you eat at home. Looking at the aroma, I couldn't help drooling. Now sit down and enjoy this wonderful dinner. After eating, I will watch TV on the sofa. Mother said to me gently; \ '\' Boy, we've all taken a bath. You're the only one left. I also said fiercely, 'I'll wash it later.' It's more than ten in the evening. I just went to take a bath. After washing, I still want to; She has washed the clothes. Who does these? Forget it. I lay down and fell asleep. I don't know how I woke up. I saw the light in the toilet. I was curious and went to have a look. It turned out that my mother was washing my clothes, and my tears almost came down. I was seen by my mother. My mother asked me; ' What's the matter? " I lowered my head in shame and said, 'it's all right.' This night is the most unforgettable night in my life. I can't help thinking; The wanderer chants the thread in the hands of Meng Jiao's loving mother, and the wanderer wears a coat. Before leaving, there are dense seams. I'm afraid I'll return late. Who said inch grass heart, reported three Chunhui. This poem. This is my good mother. I will let my mother live a better life when I grow up.
In this summer vacation full of happy notes, one note disrupted the order.
One morning, I made an appointment with two of my best friends to play badminton in Yuanba. When we got there, we arranged the 'battlefield' and prepared for the 'War', but we quarreled about who played first. Li Yue raised her voice angrily and said, 'I sent out the racket and the ball. I should go first.' Ren Zhuoya was unconvinced and unwilling to fall behind. She said like turning on and turning off the gun, 'but I came up with the idea. I should go first. Why are you?' Later, they talked more and more fiercely, and finally they started to fight. I, at that time, just let them go first. However, I brought a stool from home, sat down in the alley gloating and had a 'sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight'. Later, they accidentally fell off the flower table. In an instant, Li Yue's hand was bleeding, and Ren Zhuoya's head was bleeding. I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, so I had to run home with a stool. When I got home, I was at a loss and felt very regretful. I really wanted to turn back time, but it was impossible.
The next day, I walked slowly to apologize to them. They gave me a white look and left. I stood there, like a defeated cock, like a vented ball, secretly blaming myself for not letting them go at that time; At the same time, I felt the loneliness and loneliness of losing my friends for the first time.
Now, although they have forgiven me, when I think of it, my heart is like overturning a bottle of five flavors, which is very unpleasant.
I haven't done such a stupid thing since then. A regret in the summer vacation 400 words in this summer vacation full of happy notes, one note disrupted the order.
One morning, I made an appointment with two of my best friends to play badminton in Yuanba. When we got there, we arranged the 'battlefield' and prepared for the 'War', but we quarreled about who played first. Li Yue raised her voice angrily and said, 'I sent out the racket and the ball. I should go first.' Ren Zhuoya was unconvinced and unwilling to fall behind. She said like opening a ************************************************************************ Later, they talked more and more fiercely, and finally they started to fight. I, at that time, just let them go first. However, I brought a stool from home, sat down in the alley gloating and had a 'sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight'. Later, they accidentally fell off the flower table. In an instant, Li Yue's hand was bleeding, and Ren Zhuoya's head was bleeding. I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, so I had to run home with a stool. When I got home, I was at a loss and felt very regretful. I really wanted to turn back time, but it was impossible.
The next day, I walked slowly to apologize to them. They gave me a white look and left. I stood there, like a defeated cock, like a vented ball, secretly blaming myself for not letting them go at that time; At the same time, I felt the loneliness and loneliness of losing my friends for the first time.
Now, although they have forgiven me, when I think of it, my heart is like overturning a bottle of five flavors, which is very unpleasant.
I haven't done such a stupid thing since then. It will never be easy for me.
L a regret 350 words. There are many things in my collection in the process of growing up. There are sad things, sad things, unforgettable things, happy things, etc. But there's one thing I regret so much. Do you want to hear it?
That was when I was six. One morning, my sister and I were studying together. Suddenly, somehow, I had a bad attitude towards my sister. Dad hit me when he saw me. I quickly ran into the house and hid. At this time, my father either threatened me to throw away my painting supplies or a blue brush. After hesitating for a few minutes, I heard the sound of tearing the text. I was very sad, so I opened my father's bag and found 50 yuan. I think: This is a good opportunity! I immediately tore 50 yuan into pieces and hid it under the bed, but I didn't think it would work, so I stuck 50 yuan with adhesive tape.
The next morning, my father went to sell vegetables and found that 50 yuan was missing. He asked, 'where is my money?' I immediately gave Dad the money hidden under the bed. When my father saw the torn 50 yuan, he didn't blame me. Instead, he said to me sincerely: 'child, a composition is only 50 cents, but you tore 50 yuan, which is equivalent to tearing 100 composition books!' I thought: Dad is right, but what should I do now? Then, my mother asked my father to give her 50 yuan and let her go to the company to change. When my mother left, I thought: I have to study hard and earn 50 yuan for my father in the future.
One or two years later, I was an 8-year-old student. Of course, I would never do such a thing again. But I regret it when I think of it. Regret 350 words moderate rain to light rain on Friday, February 28
Today's weather is like my mood: rainy day.
Alas, I still haven't got rid of my bad habit of carelessness. I wrote the wrong questions when I clearly know them, which really made me suffer.
It was raining outside the big break, so we were in the classroom. The teacher asked us to write poems and texts by dictation. After writing the poem, I forgot the text. When the teacher asked if it was finished, I said without hesitation: 'it's finished.' The group leader reminded me that I suddenly realized that my text was not written by dictation! I regret it very much, but it's too late. The exercise book has been neatly placed on the podium. Then the teacher sent the exercise book to the study group for correction & hellip& hellip;
My heart was shocked, very sad, and I felt about to cry. At this time, some students came to comfort me and told me not to be sad, but I know I must copy the text twice.
At noon, the teacher brought some books and gave them to some of our classmates, saying that some of them were below 90 points in the whole class. Among them is me & hellip& hellip;
I lowered my head, looked at the bright red 85 in front of me, and sighed a long sigh: if only I had written the text by dictation. It was full score, but now there is only one 85, alas.
Careless, when can I get rid of you? When can I become a careful person? The most regretful thing is 600 words. Although we will meet again. Although, you can still talk on the phone. Although, there are your photos. But why didn't I look at you again.
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The arrival of summer vacation symbolizes that I can see my mother, go to the prosperous Shanghai and enjoy the different fun of the city, but it is only a beautiful beginning. All stories always have an ending, and this ending is a wordless ending.
One is a short dream, the other is a cruel reality. Every time I come to Shanghai, what makes me happy is the railway station, and what makes me sad is the railway station. When I came to Shanghai, I faced the familiar railway station and searched for my mother's figure in the vast crowd. The moment I met was so sweet, the familiar face was so beautiful, and the welcome smile was so loving. But time has slipped away in a hurry. The prosperous, beautiful and happy dream has been finished soon. The time of departure is coming. Why didn't I learn to cry in the past, and now I often burst into tears? Because I didn't turn my head to look at you
Can't remember what month was the day when I came back from Shanghai? What's the number? I only remember the 11:30 train. I got up early. I watched my mother carefully pack bags of snacks for me, while my father hurried aside. Silly, I always reminded myself not to forget to take things, but finally forgot my beloved shell. At more than 9 o'clock, my mother sent me and my father on the light rail to the railway station. My mother and father carried several large bags, but left only two small bags for me. At the railway station, my father and I got on the bus under the cool air conditioner, while my mother stood outside the hot window with sweat waiting for the arrival of departure.
My tears finally returned as scheduled. Why does it flow down every time at this moment? I cry so much that I dare not look at my mother again. I don't want her to see my tears. I turn my head to the other side. I think he should also want to see me more! Mother is always waiting for me to turn back, always waiting for me to say goodbye, always waiting for me to give her a parting hug on the door, but what about me? But I couldn't turn my head to see her. Mixed with the noise of people, I cried silently. The track is like two non parallel lines, intersecting at one point and going farther and farther. Tears are still flowing. Where is he? She is still waiting for her to turn back, but she is still missing. Only the hot wind from the train leaving the track.
That goodbye has not been seen for a long time, which one still hasn't turned back, and that hug is still waiting. Looking back, it's just the end farther and farther away from her. This is my regret, painful regret. Once again, mom, I want to give you my warmest hug! That time I really regretted 300 words. Everyone had regrets. Of course, I was no exception.
Once I went to my cousin's house to play with my cousin. We were having a good time. Grandma asked us to welcome wechat: www4hw get more knowledge. having dinner After dinner, my cousin and I got up and quarreled with grandma to take us to the street. On the street, grandma said, 'it's too hot today. Let me buy each of you a cup of ice cream.' My cousin and I clapped. We came to my aunt's unit with ice cream. I talk and laugh with my cousin. I'm happy to talk while eating. She sat on my left. My left hand accidentally knocked over her cup. I hesitated and said, 'yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.' My cousin glanced at me angrily and said nothing