He felt sorry for his composition.

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is his sad composition I collected, hoping to help everyone.

He was very sad. Wang Wei is my good friend. He is an optimist. He smiles all day. No matter who he meets, he always smiles. I thought: he shouldn't be sad! However, that time, he was sad.

That afternoon, we were preparing for a math class. Teacher Chen, the head teacher, suddenly came to the classroom and called Wang Wei out. I thought to myself: Did Teacher Chen criticize Wang Wei for making any serious mistakes? Looking at Wang Wei's calm appearance when he went out, I thought: Wang Wei has always been a good student in the eyes of teachers, and teachers should not criticize him. Teacher Chen may have other important things to ask him.

After a while, I didn't see Wang Weijin in the classroom, so I looked out anxiously. I saw that the smile on Wang Wei's face standing at the door of the classroom was gone, his eyes were red and his face was heavy. Look at teacher Chen's expression again, and it doesn't look like losing his temper. I looked at the smiling face doubtfully. At this time, Wang Wei was a little pale, his mouth was slightly open, tears were swirling in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly. The teacher patted him on the shoulder as if to comfort him. What happened in the end, and Wang Wei was so sad?

Finally, Wang Wei walked slowly into the classroom. We went on with our class and suddenly felt that something was missing from this class. When I realized that Wang Wei's voice was gone, I looked at him, only to see his drooping head in his right hand, his eyes empty, and his face was depressed and depressed, completely losing his old look. Wang Wei's father picked him up after class.

Later I heard that Wang Wei's grandmother passed away that day. Alas, "people are not vegetation, who can be ruthless"? No wonder he is so sad. His grandmother should love him very much. I always thought that he, an optimist, would never be sad, but he just wasn't.

He was very sad. He is the headmaster of our class. He often has a confident smile on his face. However, this confident girl also has sad times, and that scene is printed in my mind like a movie.

That day was the day when the Chinese unit test papers were handed out. The whole class is in chaos, even he is no exception. When the teacher read his score, I saw his face turn white in an instant and his two beautiful eyebrows twisted together. I was surprised to find that his eyes were wet and tears seemed to overflow soon. He bowed his head and silently took the test paper.

He grabbed a corner of the test paper and stared at the topic with wide eyes. I guess he must be watching Accumulation and Application, because the teacher criticized him with an expression just now: "How could you do something wrong with such a simple topic?" Seeing him like this, my heart seemed to be stung by something. I really want to go over and comfort him: "Don't be sad! This is just a quiz, not everything! " I also want to announce loudly: "You have always been the best, and you have always been my role models!" " "Just then, his best friend sighed behind me in a low voice and pulled me back from the turbulent thoughts. The students seemed surprised, too. He, a headmaster, actually missed it.

After class, I noticed that he didn't go to play, but sat in his seat and wrote something quietly. I pretended to go to the back of the classroom and read the blackboard newspaper. I walked past him and took a gentle look. It turned out that he was writing a reflection! I am shocked that he has adjusted his mood so quickly and is actively reflecting on his mistakes!

After coming home that day, I kept thinking: Xueba, what is he doing? Are you studying hard? Sincerely bless him, I hope he can learn from experience and make greater achievements in his future study!

He was very sad. Being wronged by his parents is a painful thing. He is sad because of being wronged by his parents.

One day, he skipped home, thinking: Mom will cook a lot of delicious, braised pork? Braised prawns? Or fried beef? Little did I know that at this time, a family storm was coming. He excitedly pushed open the door at home, went straight to the room, put down his schoolbag, and then trotted to the kitchen, asking expectantly, "Mom, what did you cook?" I saw my mother looking at him with those fierce eyes, as if the next moment the laser would come out of her eyes, and her face suddenly turned red, just like a ripe apple. Her mother clenched her fist and the veins stood out violently, as if she were going to call him the next moment.

He asked worriedly, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mom said angrily, "It's not because of you. Honestly, where did you put my money? " ? The roar shook the house. Mom said even louder, "You didn't!" Then my mother slapped him and slapped him. He couldn't bear it, burying his face in three steps and rushing to the room in two steps. "Pa" slammed the door, "Wow, wow ..." His bean-sized sweat ran down his white cheeks. He clenched his fist and struck the table hard. "Wow, I didn't, just didn't, wow ..." He is like a volcano, and now it erupts.

He cried louder and louder. Tears flowed not only on his pale cheeks, but also on his heart. He understood: I just didn't take your money, alas.

And this is his saddest time. No one. It is terrible to be wronged by his parents.

He was very sad. My brother gave me an assembly toy that he made himself.

He handed me the component with anticipation, his mouth slightly raised and his eyes sparkled with expectation. I watched the rally, and then I watched him. Assembly is not my favorite toy, but looking at his long-awaited eyes, I obviously hope I can like it for a long time, so I didn't dampen his confidence and let out a cry: Wow! It's beautiful! I like it! I took the assembly from him, looked at it, liked it very much, and couldn't help but praise him.

Hearing my praise, he was very happy and had a bright smile on his face. When he left, my mouth drooped and I couldn't help but sigh: how ugly! Then I threw it into the drawer.

On weekends, my brother came to my house again and wanted to do his homework with me. He accidentally mentioned the assembly toy he gave me and said, where is the assembly toy I gave you last time? I was suddenly surprised and said hesitantly, I, I, I have put it away! My brother looked at me falteringly and said, show me! Said he wanted to open the drawer. I immediately stopped his hand and said, no! No way! No way! Why? My brother said puzzled. Because because I can't talk. My brother was angry, his black eyebrows became locked and his eyes became fierce. He said, no, I have to see my rally! Say that finish, he tried to pull the drawer, dumbfounded. The assembly becomes neat, the building blocks become uneven, and the parts are reversed. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. How could you do that? It took me hours to spell it! When he spoke, his eyes turned red and bloodshot. His voice sounds heavy.

He bit his lower lip, lowered his head, sniffed, turned slowly and left slowly.

I stood there, filled with regret and guilt. I know, this time he is really sad!

He was very sad. There are always many things in a person's life, including intoxication, sadness and anger … and my grandfather has a sad thing.

That was when I was in the fourth grade, my father brought back a puppy. It's all white, so I named it Xiaobai. Grandpa saw it and said, "Send the dog away quickly. The dog will change its hair and carry germs." But I didn't do it anyway. Grandpa didn't give it to me because I like Xiaobai too much. Xiaobai never destroys things at home. When people come back, they will meet them at the door and put their slippers under their feet, which is very thoughtful.

Grandpa who doesn't like dogs unconsciously loves to interact with him. Grandpa takes Xiaobai out for a walk during the day and takes him out after dinner. Grandpa, who has always been frugal, brings a little meat to Xiaobai every week to improve Xiaobai's food. Xiaobai and grandpa are getting closer and closer, and grandpa likes it more and more.

Once, we went to a restaurant to eat, and Xiao Bai followed us. First he sat next to us, then he ran out of the restaurant, and no one cared. Unfortunately, a car stopped in front of the hotel and Xiao Bai was hit. We heard a screeching brake and crash, so we quickly put down our chopsticks and went out to have a look. A lot of blood flowed from Xiao Bai's mouth. Grandpa went up and looked, and his face became serious at once. Xiaobai died, and the owner of the accident kept saying "I'm sorry", but grandpa didn't seem to hear him, stroking Xiaobai's hair with his hand.

A few days later, my father said, "My colleague's dog has been born. Shall I get another one?" Grandpa said, "No,no." I know, grandpa hasn't forgotten Xiaobai, and he is very sad about his departure.

He was sad for six days, with a cold wind blowing and raining from time to time ... so was his heart, and he was very sad.

I remember one morning, when we were shopping, my brother took a fancy to a toy car. My mother told him: "If you want this toy car, you must fight for it with your efforts!" " "

In order to get his favorite toy, his brother kept what his mother said in mind. So as soon as I got home, I helped my mother sweep the floor, wash the dishes and clean the table ... With his efforts, I finally got my beloved toy.

My brother sat down carefully with his toy in his arms, for fear that his toy would be broken. The moment my brother's toy was opened, my curiosity came to my throat: "Be sure to see it!" " "I grabbed my brother's toy and didn't hold it steady. It fell to the ground. My brother didn't come to his senses for a while. He was disheartened when he saw that the toy he had worked so hard to buy was broken. He frowned, tears fell from time to time, and he rubbed his eyes with his hands until they were red and swollen. He glared at me, giving me goose bumps.

"It's over, it's over, which makes him very sad. What should I do? " I'm like an ant on hot bricks-I'm in a rash.

"I'm sorry!" I picked up the toy and stuffed it in his hand. "Don't cry, I ... I ... I can't make it up to you?"

"Hum!" He left in a rage. I sat on the sofa and looked at the sky. There was silence around me. The flowers seem to have withered and the grass has stopped growing.

He was very sad. If everything can be done all over again, then my choice and his choice will be different. ...

He was very sad. Composition 7 Cai Ziheng is a classmate in my Go class. He is always optimistic. Even if he lost at chess, he was cheerful and not discouraged at all. But this time in the game of Go, he cried.

Cai Ziheng has been working hard for a month before the game. He often plays chess online, which is taller than most of his classmates. And when the teacher talks about chess, he meticulously puts out every change and knows all the changes by heart.

The game of Go is coming. That afternoon, it was raining, as if someone's tears could not flow down. There is a puddle on the ground, and the ground is slippery. With Cai Ziheng's score, promotion is quite promising, but the game has just ended and the result is still unclear. Let's all stay here for a while and wait for the result.

Finally, the results came out. I gathered around with my classmates to see if I was promoted or not.

Ke Chenxuan and I have both been promoted. Although the weather is bad, it is still difficult to stop our happiness. But Cai Ziheng is different-he failed the list.

When he saw the result, his hopes were completely dashed. He opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe what he had just seen. The rain, as if accompanied by his sadness, kept falling. He, his facial muscles kept twitching, and he sucked his nose from time to time. His eyes soon turned red, and occasionally he shed a tear or two. He tried to hide it. He just stood in front of the leaderboard, motionless, just looking at it with his eyes, dull and empty. After making sure that he really failed the list, he didn't speak, just avoided making eye contact with us and walked alone in this small room where the list was published.

We're going home. In the car, he has been dull and looked out of the window for a long time. The students told him jokes and made him laugh. He seems to be laughing, but laughing is worse than crying.

He was very sad. She cried, her eyes were red, and crystal tears swirled in her eyes. Finally, a tear as big as a bean fell, and suddenly tears ran down her neck, her clothes and my heart.

She is my best friend, and her name is Guigui. Just like her name, she is a lively and lovely girl and a natural optimist. She never cried in my eyes, except that time.

One day during the winter vacation, she asked me out to walk my dog. This is not the first time to walk the dog, so I readily agreed. After arriving at the designated place, she took out some toys, frisbees and balls for her dog Xiao Huang. We had a good time and unconsciously came to the side of the road. I lost a frisbee when there was no car on the side of the road and said, "Xiao Huang, let's go!" "Cried Xiao Huang, jumping up, pouncing on it and biting the Frisbee. But at this time, a car suddenly appeared and rushed to Huang Xiao. Xiao Huang froze, the car ran over him, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Guigui finally woke up. She ran to the bloody Xiao Huang like crazy, shook it and murmured, What happened to you? You lied to me, didn't you? You're just sleepy and asleep, Huang! Loud noise ... "

Her tears drop by drop, like a broken bead, her shoulders are stirred up, showing infinite sadness. Listening to her sobbing voice, I tried to comfort her, but I couldn't start. My nose was sore at that time.

She is sad, and so am I. I didn't say anything, just sobbed quietly. This is a code word between girlfriends to express comfort, trust and sympathy.

She stopped suddenly and turned to look at me. I saw her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was still trembling. She whispered to me, "Nothing …" and forced out a pale smile. I know she's trying to smile.

This is the first time she has been so sad in front of me. My sobbing, trembling voice and weak smile are deeply rooted in my heart.

He was very sad. Composition 9 sadness, like the cold wind in winter, makes people tremble; Sorrow is like a cup of bitter strong tea, astringent and bitter, which makes people uncomfortable. He seems to be tied tightly by a rope called sadness, and his red face has already been wet with tears. ...

On this day, he came to his grandmother's house with his sculpture, a mighty dragon, which he spent three days and three nights making. He made great efforts to finish the exquisite sculpture. Every day after dinner, he goes to the study without looking back, takes out his own knife and carves meticulously at the textbook model. Today, he came to grandma's house and wanted to show off in front of everyone. but ...

He put the dragon on the sofa on the third floor, went to the second floor to watch his favorite TV series for a while, and then went back to the third floor to play games with his cousin for a while, but then he found that his dragon had been beaten by his young cousin for some time. He froze, his eyes wide open, and when he saw the broken dragon, he kept saying, "My dragon! I worked hard to carve the Qinglong. " He didn't hear his cousin apologize quietly, and the whole world seemed to have lost him. A minute passed, half an hour passed, and he was still standing there, just like a statue, with only tears in his eyes and kept saying, "I want my Qinglong, I want my Qinglong." Grandparents advised him and comforted him, but he just wouldn't listen.

When I got home, I stayed in my room all day and sulked. It is raining outside the window, just like his mood at the moment. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said, "You are so sad and sulking that your Qinglong can't come back. You might as well make another one yourself. " A word awakened the dreamer, so he walked out of the door, picked up a knife and started his artistic creation again.

He felt sorry for 10' s composition. One sunny afternoon, he walked happily in the classroom, humming a tune, and the students were lazily resting, waiting for the afternoon class. Inadvertently, he looked forward and a brand-new blue and white pencil fell to the ground. He picked up the pencil carefully and was about to ask his classmates who dropped it and return it to him. Thief, don't take my pen. Everyone will read it, thief. Break the sultry afternoon. Obviously it was a misunderstanding, and the sudden misunderstanding really hurt his heart deeply.

He stood in wait for a while, not in a hurry to explain, and was suspected to be a thief. Tears of injustice slipped down involuntarily. Trying to help others is really misunderstood. His shoulders began to tremble, his legs trembled, he froze there, his lips trembled and he couldn't say a word. After a pause, he quietly returned to his seat, knees together, hold his head tightly, pull his hair hard and bite his lips hard. But that classmate is still adamant and shouting.

"Meowed, meowed ..." He became more and more sad, and his crying became louder and louder. Tears rained down on the table and floor. "You still have the face to cry, steal from others, and say that you are reasonable." This classmate said angrily. Gave him a contemptuous look and then turned to the bystander. As if waiting for everyone to think that he is a thief. The crying grew louder and louder, which drowned out the noise of the whole classroom and didn't stop for a long time.

More and more students were watching, and some came to comfort him and told him not to cry and explain clearly, but they were all pushed away by him. Sharp-eyed students saw the story and told it. The classmate blushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you. I shouldn't have called you a thief without listening to your explanation Please forgive me. " He lowered his head and reached out to pull him up. "Don't touch me, don't touch me." I cried even harder, and my voice was as harsh as thunder.

His good friend came to comfort him for a while, and the crying died down. The classmate apologized again and he accepted. Just as the bell rang.

He is very sad 1 1 My uncle once had a dog, and my brother named it Xiaolan. "There are many dogs named Xiaolan in the world, which are cuter than our Xiaolan, but its position in my heart is indestructible." My brother said happily.

Everyone thinks that dogs are very spiritual animals and smart species in the animal kingdom. Brother doesn't think so. His Xiaolan is always dull, probably because she came to his house for the first time. Xiaolan's nose is pink and looks cute.

On the first day my brother brought it home, it was very timid. A few months later, it was no longer timid and successfully integrated into this big family. He often plays with his brother. With his company, his brother never feels lonely.

A few days later, my brother went to send chicken to my uncle as usual, and my uncle asked him to take Xiaolan with him. On the way home after sending the chicken, my brother felt that Xiaolan was uncomfortable wearing a chain, so he untied the chain. Xiaolan is very excited.

Walking not far from home, Xiaolan seemed to smell the freshness and ran to the opposite side. My brother picked up Xiaolan and said, "There are too many cars in this place. Be careful, don't hurt yourself! " "Say that finish, and put it on the ground. Xiaolan ran slowly forward, but a piece of skin was scraped off by the tire of an electric car coming quickly from the corner, and the wound was still bleeding. Xiaolan seemed to perceive something and turned and ran away. Brother did not hesitate to catch up, but he couldn't keep up with Xiaolan's speed. In a short time, its figure became smaller and smaller, from small black spots until it disappeared into the horizon.

Brother has been chasing his feet numb and hoarse, but Xiaolan still hasn't shown up. The wind scattered my brother's hair, cooled the temperature and cooled my brother's heart. The overflow of tears hung on his face, and he was completely desperate!

That night, my brother couldn't sleep all night, and tears wet the pillow towel. My brother recalled the fun of living with Xiaolan in those days, imagining that it was just hiding somewhere to recuperate, and the wound would naturally come back after healing. It lasted for two or three days, which seemed like years to my brother. My uncle also inquired about Xiaolan's whereabouts everywhere and found nothing. My brother was very sad. He really realized that maybe Xiaolan would never come back. ...

He is very sad when it rains, because everyone has completely lost a good playmate this time.

It is a puppy. It plays with everyone every day. Whenever I finish my homework, I will call him and the dog downstairs to play. Everyone will throw a stick into the distance every time, and the puppy will run to the stick like a leopard. After a while, the puppy will come back with a stick in his mouth and wag his tail in front of everyone. It wags its tail as if to say, "Look at me!" Everyone touched its head a few times, and it rolled on the ground, making everyone laugh.

That day, as always, I asked them next door to come downstairs to play together, but he just came by himself. As soon as I saw him, I quickly asked, "Where's your youngest son?" Why not go downstairs and play together? ""oh, it! He went to the street with my mother and will be back soon. " He replied. After listening to his words, I relaxed and played happily all afternoon. It was almost evening, and I went upstairs with him and went into our respective homes. Just as I was about to watch TV after dinner, I heard crying in the corridor. So I opened the door and looked down the corridor, and found him sitting at the door crying. I hurried over and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying? He slowly raised his head, rubbed his eyes that had been dyed red with tears and said, "I ... my little ... my little guy lost his wealth." "His eyes are dull and his eyes are reddish. I guess he has been hurt to death. At this time, I also feel sad. Although it is a small animal, everyone has regarded it as their best partner. The next day, at the weekend, everyone went to the surrounding shops to ask, looked around, and found nothing.

In an instant, it has been a long time, and he still misses it! Every time I pass this street after school, I always see his unspeakable sadness and tears.

He was very sad. My cousin is an optimist. Even the most boring things will become lively and unforgettable on any occasion because of him, but this time, this little "optimist" was actually sad.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and my cousin's favorite little black dog chocolate disappeared. My cousin is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. So, my cousin asked me to find chocolate together. "Chocolate, where are you? Come out quickly? " We shouted for it. A minute passed and a quarter passed, but we didn't gain much. Nothing was found on the ground except a few dog hairs, and my cousin found nothing. My cousin is very sad. He walked slowly, his legs were as heavy as lead, his head hung down and his eyes became very red. He just muttered, "chocolate, my little chocolate." Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, "Sister, did you hide my chocolate?" My cousin blinked his red and swollen eyes and stared at me suspiciously. I was wronged and angry, so I said loudly, "Don't wronged a good man! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even find a hair! What does this puppy have to do with me? How could I possibly take your dog? What kind of thinking is this? I came to help you, but you wronged me! " I stared at him angrily, and at this moment, he cried even more sadly. Suddenly, he squatted down with his face in his hands, his whole body twitched violently, and tears kept flowing down his fingers. After a while, the wail turned into a continuous low-pitched cry, only to see him close his eyes and bite his fist, trying to stop sobbing, but he couldn't stop.

I know that most of his sadness is caused by me, and I shouldn't make it worse when he is sad. Ah! It's all my fault.

He was very sad. Composition 14 There is a sad thing that I will never forget. This makes me feel very wronged. Next, let me tell you something!

One afternoon, a male student in our class copied his math homework. The teacher clearly saw the math problem lying next to him, but said he was fine, haha! He is so hypocritical. When the teacher saw him cheating in this way, he became angry and said angrily, "Who else in our class has copied homework or borrowed someone else's homework?" I look at you in our class, and you look at me. Even the children who study well are afraid. Needless to say, those students who like to copy homework? I'm so scared that I don't know what to do. At this time, a girl said, "I borrowed it from others and saw it with my own eyes!" " Zhu Yuezuo is a girl. She is generally naughty and writes quickly, so the teacher is suspicious of her. The teacher asked her who borrowed her homework, and she immediately said that there were many good students in our class, so I was not called up. Seeing that she borrowed so many people to copy, our stomachs ached with laughter. We stopped laughing until we saw her face was red. Later, the teacher called many people instead of me. Haha, I'm so lucky! However, the situation suddenly changed, and the teacher suddenly woke me up and asked, "Who did you borrow?" I didn't answer. Suddenly, I felt my face flushed, my palms sweaty and my eyes moist, as if I were stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes. At this time, a hateful girl lied and said, "She borrowed Wang's copy!" " Wang is my friend, so the teacher will naturally be more suspicious. Alas! I am so wronged! Finally, the teacher wrote down the names of our classmates on paper and pulled them into the "blacklist" The teacher said: "If these students copy again, let parents record a video to teach you a lesson and send it to me!" " "This kind of thing is too shameful!

I will never borrow others to copy my homework again. I hope I won't be cheated by others again!

He was very sad. People's emotions are like a kaleidoscope, including crying, laughing and sadness ... What impressed me most was that he was very sad that time.

"It's you, you stole my twenty cents." "It's not me, it's really not me this time!" Just as I was doing my homework seriously, there was a fierce quarrel in my ear. I turned to look for fame. It turned out that Li Ming, the naughty boy in the class, was unjustly defending himself. Li Ming's deskmate dropped 20 cents. He insisted that it was Li Ming who stole it, but Li See Ming stood there with his head down, motionless. At this time, more and more students are watching. "It must be him. Li Ming often likes to take other people's things. " A small voice came from the crowd. Hearing this, Li Ming's face became redder and redder, just like a ripe red apple. He tried to argue, "it's really not me. Why don't you believe me? " After that, he sadly took out 20 cents from his schoolbag and said to his deskmate, "Here's my 20 cents, here you are!" " "Say that finish, Li Ming's tears drop by drop like broken beads. ...

After a while, "Ding ..." The bell rang, and a deafening scream broke the original silence when the teacher came into the classroom. "Hey? Why is my 20 cents in the pencil box? " At this time, all of us suddenly realized and immediately looked at Li Ming sympathetically. At this time, Li Ming was even more sad. He bit his lip and didn't speak for a long time. His face was pale, and there was a look of pain in his eyes. I think: Li Ming is so sad, not because of 20 cents, but because everyone wronged him. ...

After this incident, I deeply understand a truth-"Seeing is believing, and listening is empty". Maybe many things have not been seen with our own eyes, and the truth is not what we think.