My composition is in trouble.

In normal study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition I collected for you. I'm in trouble. I hope it helps you.

I met the composition 1 One weekend afternoon, I finished my homework and planned to draw for a while, so I took out colored paper, watercolor pen and Gou Xianbi and prepared to draw.

I picked up the pen, my brain was running rapidly, thinking about how to start the pen. Finally it occurred to me that I would draw a big tree. So I quickly took out a green marker from the box and began to draw leaves. Drawing, drawing, shaking hands, accidentally getting paint on clothes. Shit! This skirt is a white skirt that my mother just bought for me. I like it very much and can't put it down. Now it's dirty, and I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks.

Just when I was depressed and at a loss, I thought of washing clothes with my mother's usual laundry detergent in the bathroom. So I changed my clothes, quickly rushed into the bathroom, put my clothes in a basin, filled a basin of water, carefully put it on the ground, and then picked up a lot of laundry detergent. I began to rub it hard, thinking: will my mother blame me when she sees it? Can I wash it? I tried my best and my hands were red. I wanted to clean them, but the stain seemed to be bad for me and I couldn't get it out.

I was anxious and wanted to cry, but I held back my tears. I want to change a basin of clean water to continue washing. When I picked up the washbasin, my hand slipped and I accidentally spilled a basin of water on the ground. I am wet, and my mother's mat is soaked. I was shocked and froze.

Mom was woken up and heard a voice. When she saw the scene in front of her, everything understood. I was too nervous to speak for fear that she would criticize me. Unexpectedly, my mother whispered, "Baby, you ..." "Mom, I'm in trouble." I was in tears, and my mother hugged me gently and said, "Never mind, let's clean up together and pay attention next time."

I dried my tears and cleaned the bathroom with my mother. My mother also helped me wash my clothes completely new. I don't think I will make such a mistake again.

I'm in trouble, alas! What impressed me the most was the trouble caused by the exam. I remember I got 83 in the mid-term exam in grade two. 5 points, the first time I was beaten, my "murder weapon" was interrupted!

That afternoon, the Chinese teacher announced the results. "Gong, 83 years old. 5 points. " The teacher said coldly, this is what I expected. I must have failed the exam.

When I got home, I walked into the house carefully, opened my schoolbag and began to do my homework. After a while, my mother came back and the "nightmare" began. At first, I quietly said nothing. Mom looked at me like this and said, "What's the matter? Who bullied you?" "no" "then why don't you talk? What's wrong? " With the improvement of my mother's voice, I only took out 83 with trembling. A five-point document. My mother's eyes suddenly flared up and she swore, "What's the matter? Why do you get such points? " I dare not say a word. I always feel that my mother may hit me at any moment. As soon as my nose got sour, I began to cry!

My mother was even angrier when she saw me crying. She grabbed me with one hand and called me willy-nilly I was in a hurry and froze for a while. My mother picked up the batten and began to play, cursing at the same time: "How did you take this exam?" Are you stupid! ""no! " I gritted my teeth and answered, hating myself in my heart and hitting my face unconsciously. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and my mother cried. That's because I feel distressed. Every time she hits me, her heart breaks. Finally, I looked at the broken wood on the ground. My mother told me a lot and felt how much she loved me. I cried even harder. I hugged my mother, yes.

It turns out that no matter how her mother hits you and scolds you, her heart is "broken" with you! Maternal love is as big as a mountain. No matter whether it rains or winds, no matter how terrible disaster you are in, she will take care of you behind you and set the right course for you.

I'm in trouble. The experience of making trouble taught me a bloody lesson.

It happened to be the weekend, and I followed my mother to her place of work, freshman. As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by the contents, all kinds of iron columns, large and small wooden boxes, and hooks ... Hey, what are these iron columns for? My mother patiently told me that it was called a valve, but I was full of curiosity and didn't care about iron doors and wooden doors. They have already flown upstairs.

Upstairs, I looked around, learned from my aunts, picked up a plastic bag and clamped it with something. The bag is sealed. Haha, this is so interesting! Just when I wanted to play again, I caught a glimpse of a shining sword out of the corner of my eye. Obviously, when I was young, I didn't think it was dangerous. I grabbed the blade and played. I scribbled on the paper. Wow, the paper is broken! Is this the "mountain city" in the cartoon? It's really amazing. I seem to see my companions looking at my "mountain city" with envy and praising me for my power. Just when I was so excited, my hand slipped and the blade crossed my palm. Suddenly, there was a blood cut on my hand, and the blood was pouring out ... "Ah-"I screamed and cried with fear. My mother, who was buried in her work, saw it and turned pale in an instant. She quickly picked up a towel and pressed it on the wound. But the towel was red with blood in an instant, and my mother could do nothing, so she quickly took me to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, I didn't dare to go in, because I vaguely remembered that the teacher said that if the palm was broken, the whole hand would be cut off. My mother was anxious and comforted me for a long time. Seeing me still standing at the door like a log, she shouted, "What are you still doing? Get on the bus! " I walked into the consulting room in horror, only to see the doctor take out a bottle of hemostatic, pour it on a piece of cloth and smear it on my hand. "Ah-"At that moment, my tears couldn't help anymore, gushing like a fountain. Seeing that no one paid attention to my tears, I shouted desperately. However, the doctor's ears are like cotton, and he still handles the wound in an orderly way. Sewing, when the needle went through my flesh, I cried again. ...

This incident made me understand that you shouldn't be in a hurry to get in touch with something you haven't seen before. You must first understand its usage and purpose, and then use it until you are sure that you can control it, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

I'm in trouble. I still remember that in the next semester of the fifth grade, my academic performance was neck and neck with my deskmate, and because of this, he and I were both Chinese team leaders. "Hey, what's your score this time?" No, here we go again. I read the wrong questions on the paper. Well, who can blame this? I must be proud because I did well in the last exam, but I did so badly in this exam. "Hey, what's your score? Why didn't you tell me? It makes people feel uncomfortable. " But looking at the bright red 98 on his paper, I was simply jealous and angry. "Hum, I don't know, leave me here!" He walked away in despair.

Huh? I didn't take the paper, and my score was so much higher than mine! Hey, hey, make you taller than me and embarrass you in front of me? I looked left and right, but there was no one around. This is god help me too! I secretly took his paper, kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into my schoolbag. "You can't find it now, can you?" I said softly. Then I opened the kettle and drank the water leisurely.

It's time for class, and he finally came back. I said to him, "Hurry up, the teacher is going to give a paper." "Oh, great! By the way, what exactly did you get? Haven't told me yet. " When I heard this, I thought: He is really persistent, and then I rolled my eyes at him. Suddenly, he shouted, "Ah! Where is my paper? Did you see it? " "no!" I pretended to be calm and said, reaching for something from my schoolbag, but unfortunately the shiny paper ball in the schoolbag rolled out. I was shocked. He picked it up and said angrily, "isn't this my paper?" How did you have it? Also be pinched like this ... "His voice is very loud, attracting many people, and the teacher came along.

After the teacher understood the situation, he politely invited me to the office. Who can blame this? I just want to cry! As expected, I was severely lectured by the teacher. I've never done this before! And there were a group of teachers staring at me in the office, and I immediately blushed.

I can't help but feel funny when I think of my own practice afterwards. Through this incident, I also understand that if you are jealous of others, you should try to surpass others instead of designing others, which will only make your mind narrower and not good for yourself.

I'm in trouble. On the road of life, there will always be some interesting, sad and unexpected things, but these things often haunt me and I can't get rid of them.

Today, mom and dad bought a pot of flowers from the flower shop downstairs, carefully moved them home, gently put them on the dining table and put them away. My father reminded me, "My mother and I have something to do and go out for a while. Don't play with flowerpots. This is one of my mother's favorite flowers. It is very expensive. Don't break it ... "My parents disappeared without a trace before I could answer. At once, my home became cold and cheerless. Without my parents talking and laughing, I was really a little unaccustomed and became bored. I began to look at the flowers on the dining table, and then slowly immersed myself in my colorful world. Look! Stubborn leaves, like brothers and sisters of flowers, bear the responsibility of brothers, encourage blooming flowers, show gentle and amiable faces from time to time and smile at me. So cute! I was fascinated by the harmonious scene in front of me. I really want to pick it up, observe it carefully and brush it carefully, so I carefully picked up the flowerpot and looked at it. Soon, I want to touch the delicate petals of flowers again. At this moment, I lost my left hand and the flowerpot fell to the ground instantly. I simply panicked, standing there for a while, flustered. I thought: this is terrible. Dad will be criticized when he comes back. I immediately cleaned the floor in a hurry, and my mind was in a mess. I was so anxious that I sat on the sofa and slowly adjusted my mood. After a few minutes, I calmed down a lot and began to want to say something to my father. After some thinking, I decided to tell my father about it. A few minutes later, my parents came back. I walked up to my parents with my damaged flowerpot and said, "I'm sorry." Tears swirled in my eyes, and I shed a few drops from time to time, but I kept my head down and told the story every word. Dad not only didn't scold me, but also told me in a gentle voice, "Don't do this again. As long as you are honest, it is worth breaking countless pots. " As soon as the words were finished, my mother said, "Yes! Whether it is my favorite flower or not, I am worth it. " From the beginning of this incident, I deeply remembered it in my mind. ......

In this matter, I understand a truth: as long as you are honest and don't lie, even if parents pay a great price, it is worth it.

I'm in trouble. Hehe, three days and three nights can't finish telling interesting stories about childhood! However, if I mention that, I will definitely be shot dead by my sister's reproachful eyes! Well, you'd better listen to me!

── At that time, every time my cousin went to the street to see the food stalls on the street, she would always put her head over there to take the exam, staring straight at her eyes, with golden light shining in her eyes. That's right! She just wants to eat a full meal, like a chicken falling on a rice jar.

Alas, I was speechless every time. Once, I suddenly wanted to make my own fried meatballs. However, how can I eat such a big' project' without my sister? So, we took advantage of my mother's busy work and prepared to do a big job.

My sister cocked her head, looked at me and waited for a while, and asked, "Sister, is that ok?"? Aunt, will she be angry? " I said confidently, "No problem! Isn't it just croquettes? I have never seen a pig run. Have you never eaten pork? " My sister nodded puzzled. "Ming, want to eat meatballs? Then don't move the chair. " As soon as my words fell, my sister ran away. In fact, we were all too young to reach the stove at that time.

After the chair was moved, I stood up and prepared for a big fight. I got angry when I poured a big bowl of oil. My sister quickly threw away the "ice hockey" that she had just taken out of the refrigerator. Suddenly, the oil overflowed from the pot. "ah!" Sister cried, "sister! It hurts "-psst, I quickly turned off the fire and jumped off the chair. Grab my sister's hand and have a look, ah! My sister burst into tears when she was swollen. I panicked. Don't cry. What if my mother hears me?

But ... God always plays tricks on people like this, but he just says, "Speak of the devil and he will come." Don't guess the rest! I was scolded by my mother, and my sister and my hands were blistered. It took two weeks to get better ... oh, what a pity!

I'm in trouble. Maybe I am naughty, so I am often called Xiong Haizi by my mother. Today, I'm going to tell a story about my trouble.

It was a Sunday. I hid in an air-conditioned room. I don't have a mobile phone, and I don't have any good TV programs. I was bored when I saw a straw mat under the quilt. In this way, a ghost idea flashed through my mind-sliding seat. How to skate? Hehe, you will know when you look down.

I first pulled the straw mat down and half to the floor, and then pressed everything on the bed on the straw mat at the other end of the bed to prevent the straw mat from slipping. Everything is ready. I sat on the straw mat slide, slid down from it and slid around like a slide. Although the straw mat occasionally moves and makes me fall, I think it is more fun. This feeling is like going back to kindergarten. In addition to happiness, there are wonderful childhood memories. In this way, I played for more than half an hour and still enjoyed it. As we all know, the straw mat can't stand my toss a little, but I didn't care too much. I continued to play with my sliding mat.

Later, I didn't think it was fun to skate like this. I jumped down on the slide like a diver. Suddenly, the straw mat was overwhelmed and I pulled it down. In a flash, I was buried in a pile of quilts. People who don't know may think this is a garbage dump. After a while, I came out from the inside, looked at the unrecognizable straw mat I threw, and began to feel uneasy. Looking carefully, there is more than one word "messy" under the bed, which makes me panic, because not only a corner of the straw mat is broken, but all the newly folded quilts and clothes are dirty and messy by me. Just as I began to clean up, my mother came back. Looking at the empty bed, the torn straw mat and the messy bedroom, I suddenly flew into a rage. Nature was severely reprimanded.

That day, in my mother's reproachful eyes, I knew that straw mats were household goods, not toys; The bedroom is a place to rest and sleep, not to play. No matter what you do, you should distinguish the occasion and know what to do and what not to do.

One day during the summer vacation, I was preparing to take a nap at home, but I was dragged by Wang Hao and others to play football.

There are eight people in our group, divided into two groups. Wang Haoquan, the tallest among us, is in a group with me. They knew that I didn't have the basic knowledge of playing football, so they made me a goalkeeper. During the game, Wang Haoquan seemed to have a murderous look in his eyes. He set out in a posture, always ready to go to the strong ball. As long as you are in his group every time you play football, the goalkeeper in that group is the least laborious.

Halfway through the game, a football was rolling like me. I should pick it up and prepare to throw it out. I ran a few steps, and just as I was about to throw it, I suddenly tripped over a stone. The ball was thrown outside and I heard a crash. I broke the window of Li Nainai's house next door. I rushed to Li Nainai's home in a panic. Li Nainai may hear my footsteps. "It's okay, you didn't mean it. If you correct your mistakes, you will become a good boy. " Li Nainai said cheerfully, without any intention of blaming me.

I said thank you to Li Nainai, and then I ran to play with my friends.

I'm in trouble. Whenever I play with my brother, I always feel guilty when I see that big scar on his head.

It rained for a long time that day, but it cleared up in the afternoon and everyone went out to bask in the sun. My brother and I can't wait to get some air. We came to the yard and played a game of running and chasing. My brother ran around the car in the yard, and I chased him around. ...

Maybe I was tired of playing, so my brother stopped and shouted, "Sister, give me a hug." Listening to my brother's soft voice, I picked up my brother and walked around without saying a word. But my brother was a little fat, and before long, I got tired of hugging him. I was just about to squat down and have a rest. My brother saw me squatting and thought I was going to carry him, so he lay down on his back. Or carry him on your back! But unfortunately, I was alone, but my brother fell off my head and fell directly under the car because of physical exhaustion. Suddenly, my brother burst into tears. My mother heard the noise and pulled my brother out of the car. Only then did I find a piece of meat on my brother's head. When I heard my brother crying, I felt terrible!

Now, the scar on my brother's head is still there. Every time I see this scar, my guilty heart will ache faintly.

I'm in trouble. In my childhood memory, there are many melodious notes and joyful songs. In retrospect, my heart is as sweet as honey. But in the deepest part of my memory, there is a ball that keeps reminding me.

It was a snowy winter. Although I was shivering with cold, I went to the park with my friend Meng Meng as promised. MengMeng brought a brand-new ball that he just bought. The golden ball is particularly beautiful in the snow and can "jump" three feet high. We had a good time, and the feeling of being reluctant to part with the ball when we broke up really made me feel bad. MengMeng gave in to my entreaties and finally agreed to let me take this precious ball home.

As soon as I entered the room, the smell of sparerib soup got into my nose, and my saliva suddenly flowed out. I threw the ball at random and ran to the table. Unexpectedly, the ball slipped into the oven. In an instant, the oven "embraced" the ball intimately. But just when I was having a good time, my nose with a keen sense of smell suddenly smelled a faint burnt smell, which was not good! I hurried to the oven, but it was too late. The color of the ball changed from golden yellow to dark, which made people more afraid that the ball was "bleeding"-hissing in protest. My mind suddenly went blank, and the ball was like this. How can I make it foggy again? This is Meng Meng's favorite ball! I walked around the room trying to find a way, thinking, alas! We can only sew. I picked up the newspaper and tried to wrap it. An hour later, the ball turned into a "paper ball", but it was still leaking.

The next day, I gave the "paper ball" to Meng Meng with anxiety, and he understood my mind at a glance. He threw the ball down hard and came back and said, "Bah! I won't be your friend. "

Although it didn't take long for us to make up, I still can't express my guilt at the thought of that broken balloon. All I know is that from now on, we should be careful in everything.

One day in the summer vacation, I was watching TV. Suddenly, I saw an Indian in a cartoon, and his face was covered with patterns, so a plan was born in my mind: draw patterns on my sleeping father.

From the beginning, I took Gou Xianbi out of my room and quietly went to my father's bedroom, ready to start my "masterpiece". I squatted on the bed and gently drew a moustache for my father with Gou Xianbi. At this time, my father gently scraped his lips with his hand. I quickly leaned back to avoid this thrilling moment. Then, I drew a pair of glasses on my father's face, drew an eyebrow and drew an eye vertically in the middle of the eyebrow. In this way, the facial "work" is completed. I still feel boring after painting my face, so I continue to draw watches on my father's wrist. At this time, my center of gravity is unstable and I will fall down soon. My heart is like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. At the moment of falling, the left hand successfully supported the bed, and the hanging heart finally fell. Then, in order not to fall, I sat cross-legged and drew some horses on my father's legs and arms ... Finally, my father was like a tattoo.

Although I have drawn my "masterpiece" with Gou Xianbi, I still think it is not enough, so I brought a marker to color my original work. Looking at my "work", I was elated, as if this work had won an award. But I also have some doubts about how tired Dad really is and how he can sleep like a sloth.

At this moment, footsteps of "dong, dong, dong" came from outside. It turns out that my mother has come back. I ran back to the sofa and continued to watch TV as if nothing had happened. When mother came in, she went to her father's bedroom. After a while, she only heard "Ah!" With a loud cry, I quickly locked the door and squatted on it to listen, only to hear my parents say, "It must be some clown's son ..."

Then my dad went into the bathroom, and it was a long time before I dared to come out. At this time, my father became a big face, and I was only scolded.

I hope I won't get into trouble again. Being scolded is really unpleasant.

I had trouble in the year of composition 12. I was only four years old. Listening to the children in the yard talking about the topic of "flying chicken", I thought: I must also bring a "flying chicken".

I took my heart to ask my mother, and her mother said, "The baby is still young. When the baby grows up, take the baby to sit, okay? " I walked away disappointed.

The next day when my mother went to work, I secretly let a chicken out and closed the door for fear of being found, so I also "sealed" the chicken's mouth. I sat on the chicken, but the chicken was too naughty and ran away. I grabbed it again and tied its feet. Suddenly, a mass of black stuff splashed on my face. I touched it and smelled it. It stinks! Later, I learned that it was chicken shit. I hurried home, kicked the chicken angrily and washed my hands. After washing, I found the chicken lying motionless on the ground. I touched the chicken, but it still didn't move. I thought: this is a disaster. I'd better hide!

I picked up the chicken and looked around, but I still couldn't find the place in tibetan chicken. Suddenly, I frowned and thought: Yes! Bury it in the soil. So I put the chicken down and found my "digging treasure"-a big shovel. I dug a big pit, put the chicken in the soil, covered it with soil, and it was over.

However, no matter how I hide it, I can't escape my mother's eyes. My mother found the dead chicken and gave me a good scolding. After the training, my mother said meaningfully, "Baby, this is not an airplane. An airplane is a huge means of transportation. It can fly. Will your mother take you to my uncle's house by plane this summer vacation? " "good! All right! Good! " I jumped three feet for joy.

During the summer vacation, my mother really took me by plane. Every time I think about this trouble, I can't help laughing. Children, don't be as stupid as I am.

I was in trouble. On a Saturday afternoon, my friends and I were playing happily in the attic on the top floor of my community.

What is everyone playing? You can't guess. You are playing with mud. Of course, I am no exception. Playing and playing, everyone started a mud war. I hid in the corner and quietly picked up the clay ball. I thought: when they all lose, I will attack again and I will win. Thought of here, I can't help laughing. Wang Ru heard the laughter, found me, and guessed my thoughts-waiting for the fisherman to benefit, my three clay balls were smashed with a bang. I was angry, too. I picked up two clay balls and hit her. "Knock, knock" Wang Ru has two big mud spots. I'm so proud. It seems that birds and trees are cheering for me! Wang Ru also smiled and grabbed a mass of mud and called me. I quickly hid behind Wang Jianpeng, only to hear Wang Jianpeng "ah". As soon as I saw it, the mud almost hit his mouth. I forgot to laugh at him and started fighting again. Before I could pick up the clay ball, Wang Ru's second attack came again. As soon as her clay ball came, I hid behind my skirt. I was good at blocking, but I didn't expect the mud on my hands to be smeared on my skirt. I let out a cry in my heart, because this is the clothes that Aunt Wang is drying here. She is so fierce that my heart is pounding with fear.

I was in no mood to play any more, so I quickly said, "I'm going home." I ran home as soon as I finished speaking. After about two or three hours, someone knocked at the door, and I thought, please don't be Aunt Wang! When I opened the door, it was Aunt Wang. Aunt Wang asked me angrily, "Did you get your clothes dirty?" I said, "No ... No, it's ... Wang Ru." After Aunt Wang left, my mother told me the story of my correction. I blushed and said to my mother, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." I immediately went to Aunt Wang's house to apologize and wash her clothes. She forgave me.

I know now that correcting mistakes is a good boy.

Composition 14 I am in trouble. In my childhood memory, songs with cheerful rhythm are still fresh in my memory. But one thing has been weighing on my mind, and I am in trouble.

I still remember when I was 6 years old, our family had a kitten named Aiya. Why is it named Aiya? Because it doesn't meow like other cats, but meow.

It has yellow and white hair, and the yellow sun has a pair of big blue eyes. It is very naughty, and often goes out to play for hours, making it dirty all over.

Mom and dad went out for a party that day, and I stayed at home alone, looking at my dirty body. I washed it with a brainwave. How clever I am! Do it. I fetched a basin of water and woke up my sleeper. It stretched and walked slowly, but at the sight of water, it ran to the corner again. Finally, I caught it and finally put it in the water. It just fluttered twice, and I said like my mother, "Be a good baby, don't be afraid, it will clean you up." I finally settled it down and felt fine, but I saw it sticking out its little paws, pouncing on me and tearing my clothes. I was so angry that I hit another pot of water and threw it at me angrily. At that time, I was too young to run, so the water spilled all over the floor. I glared bitterly, my eyes were full of anger and I couldn't help crying. Just then, mom and dad came back. As soon as they saw this scene, as expected, they gave me a good lecture. I told them what happened, and they were no longer angry, but told me that the cat would take a bath by itself. Speaking of which, I'll take another look at Ouch hiding in the corner. It licked its little paws first, then rubbed it on the left side of its face, then licked its little paws, and then rubbed it on the right side of its face, and then I suddenly realized.

Looking back on that "trouble" now will make people laugh. Through this incident, I found that as long as I observe and think hard, I will definitely not get into trouble.

I'm in trouble. Sima Guang smashed a jar in ancient times, and I once fell into a water tank. This is a ridiculous past, because I was not careful, I got into trouble and almost endangered my life.

Two years ago, in the summer vacation, my parents took me to Dunhuang for a trip and passed Jiayuguan, where I stayed for one night. They also bought me a camel caravan with ten little camels as souvenirs. In the evening, in the hotel restaurant, I had a quick meal and said to my parents; "Can I go out to play with my little camel?" Mom and Dad said, "Yes, but pay attention to safety." I nodded at once, and then jumped out of the car to play with the little camel. There is a small garden in front of the hotel restaurant. In the small garden, there is a big water tank as high as my shoulder. I ran over and saw that there was half a box of water in it. It suddenly occurred to me that I want to do a small experiment to see if camels can float on the water. I put the camel team into the tank, and the little camels sank one by one. I was in a hurry and reached for my little camel. But because of my unstable center of gravity, I hit the tank. I'm not afraid at this time, I just want to catch the camel quickly. Finally, I felt my little camel at the bottom of the tank. What I have to think about now is how to escape from this dilemma. I held the little camel in one hand, grabbed the edge of the water tank in the other, turned my body hard and finally climbed out of the water tank.

At this time, I was soaked from head to toe like a drowned rat, and water droplets kept dripping from my hair. I felt a twinge of fear in my heart. Fortunately, there is not much water in the tank, otherwise I may really drown, and my parents will severely criticize me. I walked up to my parents awkwardly and said to them trembling, "I accidentally fell into the water tank." Without saying anything, my mother quickly took me back to my room, changed me into a new dress, and once again seriously stressed to me: "No matter what you do in the future, you must pay attention to safety."

I learned my lesson after this trouble. I must always pay attention to safety, and I can't act rashly again.