The composition about grievances is about 350 words.

From small to large, I have experienced many storms, but only one thing impressed me the most.

One day, on my way to school, I happened to pass by the road and saw an old woman standing by the road. I thought, "There must be something." He went over and asked the old lady what had happened. After all, grandma is going to cross the road. I thought, "save grandma!" " It doesn't matter. It's a pleasure to help others. But it's too late to go to school now. "I hesitated. Finally, I decided to help grandma cross the street. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, let me help you cross the street!" " "Grandma nodded his head. I helped my grandmother walk forward step by step, and we walked slowly. With my help, grandma finally crossed the road, and she was very grateful to me. I looked at my watch and said, "No, I'm going to be late for school." I immediately rushed to school like a good horse. Sadly, I can't escape the fact that I am late after all. I saw the teacher as soon as I entered the classroom. I hung my head and dared not look at the teacher with my eyes. The teacher cruelly let me stand at the door, and the students looked at me. I am really embarrassed. What is hateful is that the teacher gave me a good scolding in front of my classmates. I am ashamed and don't know what to do. I want to explain to the teacher. But the teacher didn't listen to my explanation and scolded me for making excuses.

You see, I am not poor. I have been wronged like this, but what I did was a bad thing. What bad luck I will never forget this matter in my life.

Sorry, I was wrong about you! Sorry, I was wrong about you. In my daily life, many things have happened, some are happy, some are sad, some are brave, some are wronged ... but there is one thing I can't forget. That is, I wronged my classmate Zheng Yiming. I feel sorry for him. I remember that it was my birthday and my mother gave me a pen as a birthday present. This pen is beautiful and easy to write. I showed this pen to Zheng Yiming, and he was immediately attracted by my pen. I asked him to come to my senses. After class, I went out for a while. When I went into the classroom to clean the pencil box, I found that my pen was missing. I am in a hurry. I searched the whole bag, but I couldn't find it. I think some classmate must have found my pen. Only Zheng Yiming was here just now, and so was he. I said to him, "You took the pen I brought today, didn't you?" Zheng Yiming said, "I didn't take it." I said, "You must have taken it. Only you have seen this pen. " Zheng Yiming said: "I really didn't take it." I said, "If you don't admit it, I'll go through your schoolbag." Then I turned his schoolbag upside down. Suddenly found a hard thing in the book. I opened it and found it was my pen. Looking at this recovered pen, I am not happy at all, but feel guilty. I was wrong about someone else. After class, I walked up to Zheng Yiming and said shyly, "Sorry, I found the pen, but you didn't take it, which made you feel wronged." Through this, I understand.

Write a micro-composition on the theme of injustice and hello. There are 350 words in everyone's life. They are like wonderful notes, which interpret wonderful life stories and enrich our lives.

What I still remember is that I was wronged that time.

When I was a child, I was lively and naughty, which left a bad impression on people, so people always suspected that I was responsible for doing bad things.

Over time, everyone got used to it.

One weekend, I was doing my homework carefully in my room.

Frolicking and cheerful laughter came from time to time outside the house.

Suddenly, there was a click, which cut the laughter, and then there was silence and silence.

I didn't care much, so I continued to do my homework.

Soon after, grandma ran into my room angrily and said in a questioning tone, "Did you break the flowerpot outside?" I was suddenly stunned and asked, "What flowerpot?" Grandma said, "Come with me.

"We quickly walked out of the room and came to the door.

I can't help being surprised.

I saw the flowerpot carved with Qinglong broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground, fertile soil overturned on the ground, a beautiful osmanthus tree lying quietly on the ground, several budding flowers knocked down, and the ground was a mess.

However, where have all the partners gone? The eyes shifted from the osmanthus tree to the neighbors, only to see the neighbors holding the fragments of the flowerpot regretfully, looking at the osmanthus tree and sighing helplessly in every way.

Grandma took me to my neighbor and motioned me to apologize with her hand. I looked back at grandma's firm face. I know this is indisputable, but I silently bowed my head and felt very wronged.

Grandma motioned to me again, and her kind face has become very serious at this time.

I reluctantly said "I'm sorry" and flew back to my room.

I didn't do it. Why should I apologize? Why did grandma insist that it was * * * without investigating the whole story? Does a person's temporary habit determine the result of a person's life? I tried to hold back my tears of injustice.

Sparrows chirping out of the window are singing melodies, and the wind is passing happily in my ear. It looks natural and unrestrained, but I am unaware of it.

It's been four years since this incident, and it's hard to know the truth, but I won't forget grandma's firm face that day, forever and ever. ...

Sorry, I was wrong about you! Sorry, I was wrong about you. In my daily life, many things have happened, some are happy, some are sad, some are brave, some are wronged ... but there is one thing I can't forget. That is, I wronged my classmate Zheng Yiming. I feel sorry for him. I remember that it was my birthday and my mother gave me a pen as a birthday present. This pen is beautiful and easy to write. I showed this pen to Zheng Yiming, and he was immediately attracted by my pen. I asked him to come to my senses. After class, I went out for a while. When I went into the classroom to clean the pencil box, I found that my pen was missing. I am in a hurry. I searched the whole bag, but I couldn't find it. I think some classmate must have found my pen. Only Zheng Yiming was here just now, and so was he. I said to him, "You took the pen I brought today, didn't you?" Zheng Yiming said, "I didn't take it." I said, "You must have taken it. Only you have seen this pen. " Zheng Yiming said: "I really didn't take it." I said, "If you don't admit it, I'll go through your schoolbag." Then I turned his schoolbag upside down. Suddenly found a hard thing in the book. I opened it and found it was my pen. Looking at this recovered pen, I am not happy at all, but feel guilty. I was wrong about someone else. After class, I walked up to Zheng Yiming and said shyly, "Sorry, I found the pen, but you didn't take it, which made you feel wronged." Through this, I understand. ....

That time, I shed tears. At that time, I shed tears, which have many flavors: tears of sadness, tears of success, tears of regret ... That time, every drop was so unforgettable ... This July, it was surprisingly hot. I asked my mother for 10 yuan to buy ice cream, and my mother called me. Xiaoke, you can buy some food after you buy ice cream! "I am absent-minded" grace "replied. My mother saw it and asked me what to buy. I hesitated for a long time and didn't answer. My mother's face immediately turned "sunny to cloudy": "I asked you to help me sit at home. Why are you so passive? "You turned a deaf ear to my words ... I finally went downstairs to buy ice cream, and I immediately put my unhappiness behind me. I ran and jumped into the vegetable market, humming my own tune that had just been baked: "Today, the sun is shining, the scenery is good everywhere, and I bought ice cream' top notch', but my mother is too nagging!" I quickly came to the street and picked a handful of water spinach, ready to pay. I reached into my trouser pocket, but only took out the key. I suddenly panicked, but I can only comfort myself: nothing, maybe it's in my coat pocket, look again! But I looked for 10 many times, and the rest of 9 yuan money and a strawberry pendant were gone just like playing hide-and-seek with me. When the boss saw that I couldn't afford the money, his attitude immediately changed: "Hey, are you broke?" "If you don't learn well at an early age, how can you do such a deceptive business!" I had to leave and look for money and chains along the same road. I am wronged and angry, and my tears are about to fall. I searched for it for a long time but I couldn't find it. My heart is half cold: there are so many pedestrians coming and going that someone must have picked them up long ago. Now, who is so kind and can't find money? I came to the Confucius Temple in frustration to see if I had lost my money here. A voice of milk and gas came: "I didn't good the spirit replied," I lost something! """What's missing?" "9 yuan and a strawberry chain!" "Is this it?" What the little girl took out made my eyes shine: "Yes, yes, this is it!" " "I was so excited that I said everything at once. It took me a long time to recover and thank her. " Bingbing, go home! "The girl's parents are calling her." Goodbye, little sister! ""well, goodbye! "At this time, an aunt told me that the little girl named Bingbing had been waiting here for a long time. Her parents urged her several times, but she refused to leave, insisting on waiting for the owner of the money. I took 9 yuan and watched the girl go away. Tears fell on my hands. I know, they are crying.

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He wronged me. In life, we sometimes feel wronged and misunderstood by others. I have met many things that I have been wronged.

I remember one day last semester, when I was on duty. I was depressed because I was going to play ball, but I stopped because I was on duty.

When sweeping the floor, I swept around like a headless fly with a broom.

Tired of sweeping, I put down my broom and began to inspect my classmates' drawers with a straight face. However, I did not find any "suspicious" items after patrolling table by table. Finally, when I visited Xu Ze's drawer, I found something refreshing-a bottle of canned coffee. I picked up this bottle of coffee and looked at it. It happened to be seen by Yu Yuan. He mistakenly thought I was going to steal coffee and hurried there.

I quickly put the coffee back where it was. Xu Ze came up and asked me if I had any coffee. I said no, but he said to me angrily because he couldn't find coffee, "Where is it?" I was about to say, but I found the bottle of coffee that fell on the ground.

I have nothing to say.

Afterwards, I thought: I can tolerate being wronged by others. After Xu Ze wronged me, he might as well understand my classmate's behavior.

If you are wronged, you should learn to tolerate others.

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He wronged me. Life has always been full of happiness: sadness.

Life is like a five-flavor bottle, recording the ups and downs.

There are some things in my life that I can't forget, but that one still makes me unforgettable.

One Sunday a few years ago, just after my mother went out, my five-year-old cousin came to my house. I am very happy.

My cousin is clever and naughty, and especially likes drawing. Everyone who has seen him calls him "the painter of the future".

Equally bad, my uncle and aunt are not at home all day, only my great-grandmother and brother are at home.

He often scribbles on the snow-white wall with various pens, and the wall of his house is like a painted face.

How can an old man control a naughty child? Sometimes you laugh when you look at it.

Now he is in my house, and I am really scared, because my house has just finished "dressing up" the wall.

We played together for a while, and my brother clamored for a drink.

It happened that there was nothing at home, so I coaxed around and it didn't work.

Seeing my brother, I will use his magic weapon again: sitting on the ground and crying.

I have no choice but to tell him to sit on the sofa and watch TV and not move.

I ran out to buy it at the speed of participating in the "Olympic Games".

When I ran home panting, I froze as soon as I entered the room.

A pen that my brother got from somewhere has finished his "perfect" "masterpiece" on the wall.

Seeing me, I also showed off: "Sister, what's up?" However, the gun took the drink from me and ran away.

I looked at the wall and smiled, thinking: Oh, no, what if my mother comes back! Who knows that just picked up the pen, "Cao Cao" arrived.

As soon as my mother came in, she saw me holding a pen, a "masterpiece" on the wall. She scolded me indiscriminately, saying, "You are too ignorant to scribble on the wall at your age.

! I just started to explain, "Mom, it's not." ... ""still sophistry. "

Before I finished, my mother slapped me down and I cried.

Right, all this was seen by my brother.

He quietly walked up to his mother and bowed his head in shame and said, "Aunt, I drew this, not my sister's business. I dare not do it again. Forgive me! " He came up to me again and said, "Sister, I'm sorry, it's my fault.

"After hearing this, my mother immediately apologized to me and said to my brother," It's a good boy to correct mistakes.

"I also smile through tears.

Although it was a few years ago, I still remember it clearly and deeply in my heart.

I love my family's composition of 350 words! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I love my family, which is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life.

I have a warm, happy and harmonious home.

I love my family.

I love my family, a happy and warm family.

My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home.

Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition.

Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time.

I love my family, a harmonious and happy family.

In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony.

Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh.

I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry.

If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents.

I love my family, a family I can rely on.

Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life.

I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever.

I love my family. Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home very much. So, I am no exception.

Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure.

However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.

I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family.

"Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling.

Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years.

At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened.

In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides.

In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time.

Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy.

Another place I am familiar with is my small garden.

There are green grass and flowers in the garden.

I often play in the garden.

I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.

It is not easy to write 350 words when you grow up. I have experienced many things since I was a child.

There are happiness, trouble, joy and sadness. The experience of growing up makes me feel that it is not easy to grow up.

When I was a child, I was laughed at for being stubborn. I feel embarrassed and it's not easy to grow up.

When I grew up, I was disciplined by my parents because the exam did not meet my parents' requirements. I think it's not easy to grow up.

Alas, there are too many such things.

Take Sunday as an example. On Sunday, just after finishing my homework, I heard my mother shout, "son, come and help my mother wash the dishes."

"Hearing this, I don't want to. I have just finished my homework, and my hand hurts so much that I can't rest.

But there was no way out, so I had to bite the bullet and leave.

But as soon as I passed, I found that I was cheated. It turns out that my mother wants me to wash my hair. I don't like washing my hair. I just tried to escape when I found the door locked.

I had to accept my fate and was fooled by my mother for a while.

However, the storm is not over yet.

I heard my mother say, "son, go and pack your schoolbag."

"I think it's less than evening. Why did you do it so early? He shouted coldly, "Wait a minute.

This shout doesn't matter, only to see my mother's smiling face suddenly turn sharply and come over angrily: "I'm going to ask you for the last time, will you clean it up?" "No.

"I said decisively.

This is amazing. My mother doesn't know where she got such great strength. She suddenly lifted me to the door and asked me loudly, "Will this happen again?" "No ... it's not like that.

"I said off and on.

At that time, I was already in tears and very wronged.

The storm is finally over.

Once again, I feel from the bottom of my heart that growing up is not easy.

Growing up, I thought to myself, how difficult it is.

But I know: how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain! ...

Life, let me know the happiness composition 350 words faint floral fragrance, strong new tea flavor, as pure and mellow as the love you gave me.

-Inscription memory spreads like water, like a dragonfly, rippling in my mind.

Writing here reminds me of you, my dear mother.

Twelve years, you have accompanied me through the days and nights, through the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

My body is growing, my childishness is fading, your white hair is increasing, and wrinkles are beginning to stay in the corner of your eyes.

Pull and pull, I can't pull out all the silver lines on your head, and no matter how hard I rub them, I can't erase the wrinkles around your eyes.

It's been twelve years, and you're getting old ... Mom, every time you come home, you always stare at me for a long time, afraid I'll lose weight again. I want to say that you are actually thin. Every time you look at me and smile at you, you always say that you are so happy to have such a lovely daughter. I want to say that I am happy with a mother like you.

Mom, I heard from grandma that you often stay up all night worrying about your life.

You often submit to humiliation outside for this family, and often cry silently because of grievances.

You often ... but you don't often mention it, or even say a word, and you only pin your hopes on your daughter who knows nothing.

Mom, listen to me ... I'll tell you as soon as I make progress in my study, just to make you feel better, even if it's just a little.

Mom, I'm still young, and that's all I can give you.

Some people ask, what is happiness to you? I said, happiness is having you with someone who loves me.

The story of growth Everyone's growth is full of joys and sorrows.

My growing life is as colorful as a five-flavor box, sweet is sugar, salty is salt, spicy is pepper, bitter is homemade bitter melon powder, sour is vinegar, and all five flavors are available.

In my nine years of life, many are happy and many are unforgettable.

On the second day of junior high school, the sun went down, my father didn't come home from work, my mother went downstairs to take out the garbage, and I jumped around the house, which was a bit silly.

Suddenly, I bumped into the table, causing the ashtray next to the table to fall to the ground. I broke the ashtray, and I felt uneasy, like I was pregnant with a rabbit.

I thought to myself: Oh, no! What if mom finds out! Maybe my little * * * is going to blossom.

By the way, you can use my helpers-trash can and broom.

I carefully swept the fragments of the ashtray into the garbage shovel, poured them into the trash can, and threw some paper balls on it.

I thought I could escape.

When my mother came back from throwing garbage, she saw some big paper balls in the garbage bag and asked me, "Do you have a runny nose?" Don't use such a big paper ball! "I barely smiled.

Mother suddenly found that the ashtray on the table was missing. She saw the broken glass in the garbage bag. There is only one word in my mind, and that is "shit"! My mother took the paper ball and found the broken glass, so she asked me, "Did you break the ashtray?" I thought: If I tell the truth, I may be scolded by my mother.

I said, "No!" Under my mother's constant questioning, I was afraid and had to tell the truth, waiting for the start of a "game"

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't blame me, but kindly said to me, "I can't blame you." The ashtray will break easily if it is placed too close to the table, but the last thing I should do is not to tell my mother the truth just now. "

Shouldn't pupils be honest and trustworthy? You can forgive a lie once and a half, but you can't forgive it the second time and the third time.

Over time, no one will believe you and make friends with you sincerely.

Stop lying, son.

"I bowed my head in shame and knew that I had done something wrong today.

Growth is like a train, always carrying us to grow healthily, and we are the loyal drivers of this train, always driving this train.

We should be a successful driver and never let the train run on the wrong track.

I don't know when the story of growing up began, and my heart was full of worries. A small lock was added to the thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, less naive and impulsive in the past, and learned how to get along with people carefully.

I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games.

Playing house as a child has long been strange to us.

Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history.

Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child.

With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up.

Self-esteem is also growing.

Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily.

After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers.

"Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me? Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts.

So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

````````` Growth is like this, with laughter and crying, sadness, joy and separation.

In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot.

In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest.

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is a story written with smiles, tears, success and failure as the score.

Hope to adopt, thank you.

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