Writing about lying is common in grade five.

On Friday morning, I walked into the classroom and came to my seat. I saw a test paper-89 points in math! It's terrible. I shudder at the thought of my mother's fierce appearance. I'd better lie. Maybe I can escape.

After school, I came home expressionless, put the unlucky test paper in the drawer, pretended to be happy, jumped up and said to my mother, "Mom, I got 98 points in this math exam." "Well done." My mother smiled and said to me, "But I will make persistent efforts in the future and strive for a score of 100." I returned to my room with a wry smile.

At this moment, I heard two people quarreling. One man said, "How can you lie? Is this the result you want? " The other said, "If you don't lie, you will be scolded by your mother. You might as well lie. " "Don't lie, be an honest boy." "Lie." "Don't" and "Yes" ... At this moment, I remembered what my mother often said: "Be an honest child." So I got up my courage with trepidation and told my mother my real score. Instead of blaming me, my mother said earnestly, "Well done, son. Remember, a ton of lies is not as honest as one or two! "

"A lot of lies are not as honest as one or two! "This sentence has been printed in my mind. It tells me that honesty is much more important than grades on the road to growth.

Chapter 2: About Lying Composition In the fifth grade, people often said: "White lies are often the spice of life." But I don't think so. I am a child who listens to my mother, but it is my conscience to tell a white lie for the first time.

The thing is this: the parent-teacher conference just ended that day, and many students were praised. Some have made progress. Fifty students got certificates and a bucket of watercolor pens at the commendation meeting. Some students in the top 50 of the grade have won scholarships, and half of the students in the class have obtained the certificates or scholarships they deserve. I'm sitting in my seat with nothing. Even regressed. I feel terrible. I cried when I looked at my parents.

My grandmother always loved me, but when she heard that I was coming back, she had to let me visit her at her home. So after dinner in the evening, my parents took me to grandma's house. I looked at my grandmother and felt very distressed. My grandmother is skinny and hunchbacked. She works for others day and night. I think: If I can study better and get a scholarship, I will give half of my money to my grandmother. Let grandma buy some good clothes and stop working for others. My throat hurts like a big stone at the thought of this. At this moment, my mother called me out. Give me a stack of money, totaling 1000 yuan. "Son, because of your name, give you this money as a grandmother. Every time I give him money, he doesn't want it. I think it would be better to donate in your name. " Mom said to me. I took the money and nodded vigorously. I try to make myself happier. I barely raised my lips and walked over, holding grandma's hand and saying "grandma, grandma, I … I". Grandma looked at me doubtfully: "What's the matter, my good boy?" "This is my 65438+ ten thousand yuan scholarship. "In memory of you," I said quickly, somehow, because I changed my mother's meaning. Grandma smiled from ear to ear. Grandpa next to me also applauded me. In fact, my face is redder, my head is so sour that I can hardly lift it, and my tears brush down: "Grandma, you must take good care of it." I finally said this sentence. I felt at my grandmother's house for a century. For such a long time.

When I got home, my father was very dissatisfied and said to me, "You didn't get the scholarship, but you didn't find it." What are you lying about? " Just to make your grandmother happy and tell a lie? "After listening to my father's criticism, I cried even more.

Although this is a white lie, I am ashamed of my conscience. I think I have been working hard since then. I really want to get a scholarship. Good filial piety sighs parents grandparents.

Chapter III: Composition about Lying In the fifth grade, Grandma General often said to me, "Children should be honest and not lie, or their noses will get longer and longer!" I've heard too much, but I believe. Unexpectedly, grandma often talks about "lies" herself.

I especially like watermelon. Whenever I see watermelon, my eyes will be straight. I will eat watermelon. Grandma frowned and nagged, "Eat slowly. Watermelon seeds can't be eaten in the stomach. Watermelon will grow. Then hold your stomach tight and see how you go. " Hearing this, I stopped talking in a hurry. That night, I dreamed that I became a watermelon man, with watermelon vines on my stomach and small watermelons on my body. I will definitely relax after eating watermelon.

Now, I am a few years older, and my grandmother has grown up a lot, but I still love to lie.

One day after school, my father bought two egg tarts for my grandmother and me. "Wow, it smells good!" I killed two egg tarts in one breath, and then gave the other two to grandma. But she took one look and said, "I don't like this thing." "Very soft, you eat!" I know her father has bad teeth. "I won't eat, you eat quickly." It seems that grandma really doesn't like it. I swallowed another one happily, just picked up the last one and put it back in the box. "Too full!" I shook hands. "I can't eat any more."

I want to go to the kitchen to pour water at night. When I arrived at the door, I saw grandma sitting alone at the table. She eats egg tarts with both hands. At that moment, my heart felt terrible. Grandma used to say "I don't like it" whenever I liked it. Grandma, you always lie, so aren't you worried that your nose will get longer?

Under the influence of grandma, I also learned to "lie". "Grandma, I can't eat. Please help me eat. " "Grandma, I don't like this." "This smell is unbearable." Don't worry, my acting is definitely better than grandma's!

Chapter Four: About Lying Composition When the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom, but I walked slowly on purpose.

The monthly exam results came out, and everything else was fine, except math. I looked at the school gate and planned gloomily: Mom and Dad don't know yet. What should I say? This is the first monthly exam. They all have confidence in me! Thought of here, my nose is sour, but I quickly held back my tears, adjusted my mood and walked to the door.

Seeing me coming, my parents quickly greeted me and said with a smile, Are you tired? The fruit is ready. Are you hungry? I faltered and said, Oh, I'm-I'm not hungry. I secretly hope not to ask about my grades, so that I can spend at least one night safely, just one night.

How about the monthly exam? Mom asked, her tone was full of expectation, but I couldn't give her good news. Forget it, I gritted my teeth and decided to lie to her.

Chinese English is ok, but the math hasn't come out yet, and the change is not so fast. My voice is weak and a little shaky.

Mom and dad didn't say anything, just hugged me and continued to walk home. The cold wind at night made me feel guilty, and my sadness flooded my heart like the tide. I didn't mean to lie. It was just one night. I'll tell them tomorrow. I thought, and blinked a few times.

When I got home, my favorite fruit was already on the table, but at this time, I had no appetite at all. A new text message on my father's mobile phone attracted me. It's from the class teacher. Maybe he hasn't read it yet. While dad was away, I quickly opened it and took a look. It must be the grades. I had to delete it before he saw it.

After opening it, I was shocked. The class teacher sent several short messages. The first one mentioned my grades. It is said that her first monthly exam was not ideal. I think it should be caused by too much pressure. She's sad, too. I hope my parents will cooperate with me to convince her. Moreover, my father sent back a short message, saying: I will try my best to comfort my child, don't give her pressure, let her review well and strive for excellent results next time.

I just looked at the screen of my mobile phone and understood everything. It turns out that my parents have long known that I failed in the math exam, but they have been pretending not to know! In order to take care of my feelings and not let me feel sad because of my grades, they didn't expose my lies, but they were as good as ever. Put the phone down gently and hold back my tears. In an instant, my heart is no longer covered by dark clouds, and a hanging heart is firmly placed in deep love.

When I was sleeping, my mother sneaked into the bedroom to help me with the quilt and whispered, "I can't cover it again." It is easy to catch a cold in winter. I buried my face deeply in the quilt and burst into tears. I closed my eyes tightly, but big tears still flowed out of my eyes. "

Why don't you criticize and expose it when you know it's one of my lies? On the contrary, he forgave me and kept it from me. And because they won't make me sad and blame myself, they will weave a little lie. But this lie is full of endless love. Sometimes our parents' love is like this. We inadvertently give it and care for all aspects of us. Maybe we won't find it, but one day when we know the truth, we will sigh how deep this love is.

I spent an unusually quiet night under that loving lie.

Chapter 5: Composition about Lying The first time in general life is as many as the stars in the sky, whether it is experience, attempt or challenge. But at that time, I thought it would disappear in the long river of memory with the passage of time, but later I realized that things buried in the deepest part of memory, once inadvertently floated to my heart, would make people dizzy and heartbroken.

It was a summer, the heat was pressing and the weather was very hot. I discussed going swimming with several classmates. The coolness of swimming has always attracted me strongly, which made me decide to go to the swimming pool. But when I went home to discuss with my mother, my mother's hot temper only flew into a rage after hearing me say a few words and forbade me to go swimming. I stayed in my room angry and anxious because I was angry with my mother. I made an appointment with my classmates at 1: 30, but it's already 12: 30, so it's too late to go out! At this time, I suddenly had a brainwave; Didn't I tell my mother to visit my teacher sometime last time, so I ran out at once, but I learned my lesson and chose to tell my gentle father, and he agreed without a doubt. Looking at my father's smiling face, I can't help feeling guilty, but when I think about the happy time I will spend with my classmates, my heart goes out.

Out of the door, I quickly threw away my guilty conscience and shame, but I'm glad I'm really smart! When I finally arrived at the appointed place, my classmates were still blaming me for not arriving early. I smiled, but my heart was full of guilt. When I was walking with my classmates, I couldn't help thinking: What if Mom and Dad found out? In case they call the teacher ... it's terrible, but I can't help shivering this summer. After a while, I comforted myself again. Maybe they didn't take it to heart at all, so I threw away my shame again in self-comfort all the way.

Soon, we arrived at the swimming pool, and the cool water in the pool was really a good medicine to cool off the heat. We played all afternoon, and finally it was six o'clock in the evening. I reacted and thought: It's time to go home. My parents may be in a hurry. But because I couldn't resist the temptation, I went out to eat with my classmates and went to my classmates' house to play. It's already nine o'clock before you know it. I just realized: I haven't called home today, and my parents must be very anxious now! Thinking of this, I bid farewell to my classmates in a hurry and walked in my own direction. Although it was summer, the cool night breeze took over for a while, and I tightened my clothes again. The howling wind sounds like a reproach to me, and I feel afraid and regretful.

Enduring the fear along the way, I went home. When I entered the house, I was greeted by my mother's dark face. I secretly called it bad, and sure enough, my mother spoke first; "Where have you been?" "I went to see the teacher." When I saw my mother's black face, my regret disappeared, and I wanted to hide it from her. Unfortunately, it is not satisfactory. "I called your teacher. Are you still lying to me? " The tone of the last word suddenly increased. "I, my classmates and I went swimming." I stammered out the truth, but I was finally punished by my parents for lying. I wrote my mistake very seriously, and I regret it very much.

I shouldn't have lied. Even if I am punished by my parents for writing a review, I can't reduce my regret. Since then, this matter has become a thorn in my heart that I will never pull out. Whenever someone mentions it again, it will be accompanied by a burst of regret and heartache.