Write a composition with guilt.

1. Feel guilty about the composition on the topic of "Guilt"

"* * *, please welcome the Chinese teacher." Li Yifan, a classmate, raised the decibel and stretched her voice like a bolt from the blue, which made me wake up from my fluky psychology. What I was worried about all day finally happened.

It was Monday morning, and the representative of Chinese class was collecting homework. My heart tightened and I asked the class representative, "Is the homework approved by the team leader or the teacher?" I prayed in my heart that she would say the word "team leader". She said two words lightly: "teacher."

"What? Teacher! Last semester, the teacher seldom corrected homework! How to collect homework at the beginning of this semester? "

"Why? Didn't you write it? "

"No ... how is that possible?" I stammered, trying to hide my guilt by forcing a smile.

Can you finish it in the afternoon and give it to the class representative alone, so that the teacher will say that he forgot to bring it when he asks? Obviously not, such a low-level deception is more like coaxing a three-year-old child and a teacher? Wait for the next life! In addition, the class representative handed over all the homework to the teacher in the morning. Wouldn't it be faster to die if you were found not to hand in your homework? What should I do?

I used my quick wits to come up with a safe and dangerous idea: "Fish in troubled waters". I wrote a few questions that day. Why don't you hand it in first and then mix them together? There are so many exercise books, maybe the teacher can't find me!

As soon as I got up, I took the book out of my schoolbag like lightning and handed it to the class representative without looking.

I thought of everything, but I forgot one thing-I have always been the focus of Chinese teachers. Now, my trick of "fishing in troubled waters" can be renamed "self-trapping".

It is better to come early than late. Now, what I am afraid of is not the fierce eyes of the teachers, but the "group fight" of the teachers in the office.

Pushing open the dark green door of the office, I was at a loss to see the eyeing eyes of the teachers. However, I had to bite the bullet and come to the Chinese teacher through their eyes.

"What's the matter?" A voice that seemed extremely disappointed and dignified broke the silence in the office. Looking at a few lines of blue words in the exercise book, there is a huge question mark hanging below. My heart jerked and the air solidified instantly. ...

"Is this your homework? What did you do at the weekend? Do your homework like this! Are you helping me with my homework? " I shamelessly defended: "I forgot, teacher!" " ""forget it? Why can't you forget to eat? What's your attitude towards learning? I really misjudged you ... "I stole a look at the teacher, and that sword-like look was enough to make me collapse." Hey! Isn't this the first in Class 9? I haven't finished my homework? "Teacher Ma of Class Eight accepted us. As expected, the collective siege began ... "Oh, my god. Shame to death, in front of so many teachers ... "I muttered, eager to find a place to disappear. At this point, my brain went blank, like I lost consciousness, and I only felt wobbly.

"* * *, do you know what you think of me? I am so disappointed! I once told you that you have a good foundation and want to set a higher goal for yourself, but you don't even write your homework ... "My head was too low to look at the teacher's face, let alone her eyes. Holding my unfinished exercise book, I walked out of the office in great shame.

On the way back to the classroom, I stumbled like a prisoner dragging a chain with a weight of one thousand pounds. Usually a few steps away, today is particularly long.

I made up my mind that this was the first and last time. If it happens again, it will be really stubborn. On that day, I felt full of guilt. With a sense of guilt, I made up my unfinished homework carefully from beginning to end. The next morning when I was ashamed, after the rain cleared, I walked to the Chinese teacher's office with my carefully revised homework.

2. Write an 800-word composition on the topic of guilt.

Unlike emotions, guilt is not innate. Usually when it comes to guilt, most people think of mistakes. Actually, it's not exactly like this. As long as you are careful enough, you will find that guilt is also a beautiful feeling.

When a person feels guilty about plants, plants become sentient and righteous life in his heart, which produces his love for plants. Such a person would never take off a fragrant vase and put it in a private vase, never.

In order to cut corners, I hurried over the young grass. Usually, as long as you see plants, you will feel gratified. As the little prince said, "If a person falls in love with the only flower among several stars, look at these stars."

Stars are enough to make this person happy. "

When a person feels guilty about art, he will listen to art more attentively and feel it. He can draw colorful pictures by hand.

World, write refreshing music with your heart. Even if his eyes can't see the world clearly, even if he can't hear his own music, he will still cling to his pursuit of art, and that sense of guilt has long since disappeared.

Intention has become an enduring determination.

When a person feels guilty about the past, he will cherish every second of the present more. He turned the irretrievable guilt in the past into happiness now.

Love of life. It is because of his regret for the past that he knows that the truth of every day is hard-won and gone forever. So, he recalled the pious attitude of diagnosis and treatment and the life he spent every day, and tried his best to walk.

Keep the happiness in front of you and greet the new day with hope and courage.

When a person feels guilty about another person, then this person will be lucky to learn to care and help. He is no longer a cold and withdrawn person who exists as an individual in society. He will also understand what gratitude is, what tolerance is and what unity is. Guilt makes him more cautious and kind.

Looking back at ourselves, who really has a clear conscience?

3. "Guilt" composition 800 words The most guilty thing is that God has been very kind to me and let me have you, mom. I don't think I am an obedient child. All the rebelliousness and restlessness in adolescence are vividly displayed on me, but I regret it and feel guilty. I apologize for my willful behavior towards you, mom. A few weeks ago was the last Children's Day in my life. It was supposed to be a happy day, but it became a bad memory like sailing on a beautiful sea and encountering a storm. Had a big fight with my classmates and was laughed at for designing something ugly. All the bad things happened on the same day, so I was naturally in a bad mood. When I got home, I ignored my mother's smiling face and concerns, went straight back to my room and curled up on the bed like a limp shrimp. Not long after, my mother invited me to dinner, but the cheerful tone made me unhappy. I turned over and buried my face in the pillow, but my mother urged me again and again. I was just bored, so I quarreled with my mother. My mother cried and said, "How could you do this?" Then she left the room. I put my head in the pillow and sobbed and told the pillow about the day. I woke up before dawn, and the sky was full of gray and strong blue. I know that in less than ten minutes, this gray layer will also be swallowed up by light. Out of the room, I was dumbfounded by the dazzling array of dishes on the dining table. There is an ugly but white cream cake on the side. I cut a piece with a spoon and put it in my mouth. The sweet and rich fragrance carries a lot of love, and my tears are full of turbidity, which has smashed a pit on the surface of the cream. -Mom, I'm really sorry. When I finished eating the cake, it was already dawn and my mother was still sleeping. The statement scattered in front of the computer wearily announced that my mother had been fighting late into the night again. Did it take a long time to make the cake? I'm just saying, mom, why do you want to realize all my wishes, light or heavy? Why do you have to tolerate, forgive and comfort me again and again after I hurt you? Yes, I regret, I feel guilty, I feel sad, so I will redouble my efforts because of my fault and your love. Excuse me, teacher, how many points can you get for this composition for a student who will go to grade three in the second half of the year? Thank you.

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4. Li Yifan, a composition classmate with the theme of guilt, raised the decibel and lengthened her voice. It was like a bolt from the blue, which woke me up from my luck. The event that I had been worried about all day finally happened.

It was Monday morning, and the representative of Chinese class was collecting homework. My heart tightened and I asked the class representative, "Is the homework approved by the team leader or the teacher?" I prayed in my heart that she would say the word "team leader". She said two words lightly: "teacher."

"What? Teacher! Last semester, the teacher seldom corrected homework! How to collect homework at the beginning of this semester? "

"Why? Didn't you write it? "

"No ... how is that possible?" I stammered, trying to hide my guilt by forcing a smile.

Can you finish it in the afternoon and give it to the class representative alone, so that the teacher will say that he forgot to bring it when he asks? Obviously not, such a low-level deception is more like coaxing a three-year-old child and a teacher? Wait for the next life! In addition, the class representative handed over all the homework to the teacher in the morning. Wouldn't it be faster to die if you were found not to hand in your homework? What should I do?

I used my quick wits to come up with a safe and dangerous idea: "Fish in troubled waters". I wrote a few questions that day. Why don't you hand it in first and then mix them together? There are so many exercise books, maybe the teacher can't find me!

As soon as I got up, I took the book out of my schoolbag like lightning and handed it to the class representative without looking.

I thought of everything, but I forgot one thing-I have always been the focus of Chinese teachers. Now, my trick of "fishing in troubled waters" can be renamed "self-trapping".

It is better to come early than late. Now, what I am afraid of is not the fierce eyes of the teachers, but the "group fight" of the teachers in the office.

Pushing open the dark green door of the office, I was at a loss to see the eyeing eyes of the teachers. However, I had to bite the bullet and come to the Chinese teacher through their eyes.

"What's the matter?" A voice that seemed extremely disappointed and dignified broke the silence in the office. Looking at a few lines of blue words in the exercise book, there is a huge question mark hanging below. My heart jerked and the air solidified instantly. ...

"Is this your homework? What did you do at the weekend? Do your homework like this! Are you helping me with my homework? " I shamelessly defended: "I forgot, teacher!" " ""forget it? Why can't you forget to eat? What's your attitude towards learning? I really misjudged you ... "I stole a look at the teacher, and that sword-like look was enough to make me collapse." Hey! Isn't this the first in Class 9? I haven't finished my homework? "Teacher Ma of Class Eight accepted us. As expected, the collective siege began ... "Oh, my god. Shame to death, in front of so many teachers ... "I muttered, eager to find a place to disappear. At this point, my brain went blank, like I lost consciousness, and I only felt wobbly.

"* * *, do you know what you think of me? I am so disappointed! I once told you that you have a good foundation and want to set a higher goal for yourself, but you don't even write your homework ... "My head was too low to look at the teacher's face, let alone her eyes. Holding my unfinished exercise book, I walked out of the office in great shame.

On the way back to the classroom, I stumbled like a prisoner dragging a chain with a weight of one thousand pounds. Usually a few steps away, today is particularly long.

I made up my mind that this was the first and last time. If it happens again, it will be really stubborn. On that day, I felt full of guilt. With a sense of guilt, I made up my unfinished homework carefully from beginning to end. The next morning when I was ashamed, after the rain cleared, I walked to the Chinese teacher's office with my carefully revised homework.

5. Psychological description of guilt or regret (300-word composition) Guilt-Inscription: When people look back on their lives, don't feel sorry for the lost youth. How should a person spend his life? This is a question that many philosophers are exploring.

We can't understand the meaning behind the unique experience that fate has given each of us. So everyone has their own different views on life.

In my opinion, the spirit of no regrets worthy of heaven and earth should be our attitude towards the ups and downs of life. However, things are always unsatisfactory. Who can really feel free from guilt through the ages? Shang Zhouwang's abnormal behavior for personal enjoyment must be extremely remorseful on the day he finally died. Zhou Youwang fought a war against the prince for a beautiful smile, which made the country ruined and ruined, and it was useless to regret it; Tang Xuanzong spent most of his life politically clear, but when he was old, he was addicted to debauchery, lust for "hibiscus account warmth" and "the emperor, from now on, abandoned his early listening", which led to negligence in state affairs and was too late to regret.

These feelings of guilt and remorse are useless sighs after bad consequences. They are just the last struggle of the king of the country with regret, which is meaningless. Here is a story.

A man, in his twilight years, met God. When he was dying, God gave him three boxes full of things he missed when he was young.

He opened the first box in doubt and saw his young fiancee waiting for him quietly on the tree-lined road; He remembered her tenderness, but what was he doing then? Why did he keep his beloved waiting? He slowly opened the second box with regret. That's his lovely daughter, wearing a beautiful skirt, waiting for her father to come back for her birthday. He saw his daughter's bright eyes full of longing and anxiety. He wanted to go back and touch her face again, but where was he then? He covered his eyes painfully, afraid to look at the third box, and his heart was full of guilt. God opened the third box for him, in which were his elderly parents, anxiously waiting for their son's return under the big locust tree. Their faces are covered with wrinkles, but they are still looking forward to the return of their beloved son.

Why did he keep them waiting? Why can't he save some time, even if it's just a home-cooked meal with them? At this time, he regretted it and asked God to give him another chance to make up for those who made him feel guilty and not to let them wait sadly. God shook his head. "Your life has come to an end. What I can do for you can only take you to heaven. "

"The deceased is like a husband", once regrets and guilt, like time gone forever, can no longer be made up. Finally, I understand why the old Du Fu thinks that "there are thousands of spacious buildings, and all the poor people in the world are smiling" even if he is "ruined" and "frozen to death", because he is guilty of the people, which makes him feel more and more responsible for pleading for the people. Why did Wen Tianxiang resolutely refuse to woo the Yuan Dynasty? In order to be worthy of the Song people, the righteous songs were passed down from generation to generation. Isn't the famous writer Shi Tiesheng awakened because of his guilt for his mother and trampling on his life, and walked out of a strong road in the literary world? Therefore, in the face of fraternity and justice, it is meaningful to make a choice without regrets.

Please let our life throw away useless regrets afterwards. At this moment, let us move forward from the guilt of constant self-encouragement and self-examination! The guilt hidden in my heart was when I was in the fifth grade of primary school. At the beginning of school, a new classmate named Chu Yangxi transferred to my class. Somehow, the teacher asked her to be my deskmate.

This thing, at that time, was almost impossible. After all, teachers are afraid that girls will talk when they sit together (in class), which will delay their academic performance.

On the first day I sat with her, I had a bad impression of her: she wore a very rustic dress, her shoes were still very old flat shoes, and she spoke with a little country accent. At that time, I kept complaining in my heart that it was too bad for me to sit at the same table with such a girl.

Many students also feel "sympathy" for me. The mid-term exam is approaching. I put the books I want to review on my desk every day, so that I can read them often and deepen my memory. In the second class in the afternoon, I took my notebook to prepare for review, only to find that it was gone. I'm so anxious that I'm sweating. My schoolbag is all over the table, but I still can't find it.

At this time, my deskmate Chu Yangxi saw me in such a hurry, but was indifferent. I was very angry. "After all, everyone is a classmate! Students have difficulties, at least ask! " Later, I don't know which classmate said that Chu Yangxi seemed to turn over my notebook this morning, so he couldn't put it down. I have some doubts at this point. Could it be that she took my notebook and didn't want me to get good grades in the exam, for fear that her parents and my mother would sit together and lose face at the parent-teacher meeting?

Once I was feeling: it's really unlucky to have such a deskmate! The character is so bad. I didn't even look at her and say a word to her all afternoon.

Some students even severely accused her of defending me. In this way, at night.

When I got home, I was surprised to find my notebook on my desk. It suddenly occurred to me: I didn't have enough homework at noon, so I took my notebook home for review before long, and forgot to bring it in the afternoon ... I was wrong about her! But after thinking about it, I still don't understand why she doesn't defend herself and has to endure the eyes and accusations of so many classmates. Finally, I finally found an excuse for my question: this may be her difference! Later, I felt that although her clothes were ordinary and simple, she revealed a simple country atmosphere; Although she has language quirks, she is trying to correct them and study hard. Although she is a country girl, she has a tolerant heart that city children don't have.

She feels that "a straight foot is not afraid of a crooked shadow", so she never makes excuses. Not to mention her character.

What about me? But I have always misunderstood her and even doubted her character. Hey! Really bigger than it! The next day, I decided to apologize to her, but whenever I wanted to speak, I saw her innocent eyes and suddenly felt as if I had committed a heinous crime. I dared not face it, let alone speak, so I decided to put it off until the next day.

In this way, day after day, a year passed, Chu Yangxi transferred to another school, but my apology was not completed. In fact, there was one last chance, but I didn't grasp it.

6. A 600-word composition entitled Guilt. The Great God asked to hear others say that someone gave up his seat on the bus. If he listened too much, he wouldn't believe it.

Until one day, someone gave me a seat ... that morning, I went to a cram school. After school, my uncle took me home by bus No.608.

Probably at noon, many people have gone home. The car is very crowded.

The female driver kept shouting "back off", so I pushed back, and suddenly a big hand grabbed my denim skirt. I looked down my big hand and saw a white-haired grandmother.

When I saw it, I squeezed out a small piece of the sitting position and motioned for me to sit down. I suddenly froze, thinking: We are strangers, why did you give me your seat? In addition, SARS is popular now. If ... Thought of this, I looked at my grandma. Her eyes were full of expectation, and I sat down carefully.

After I had to sit down, I kept seeing the scene of Snow White dying after eating a stranger's red apple in my mind. After thinking for a long time, I finally got up the courage to ask my grandmother, "Why did you give me your seat?" ? "My voice is very small, may be the cause of the content, she heard.

She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Little girl, you should be careful outside. It's not your fault. I gave you my seat because my granddaughter is studying outside. When I first saw you, I thought you looked like her: you like wearing white sweaters and denim skirts as much as you do; Love to keep long hair; Love hairpin ... I guess you don't like standing, so ... "I froze like a sculpture.

After a long time, I told my grandmother about her granddaughter. The bus has stopped. It's the stop.

Grandma is leaving, and I look at her distant back and feel guilty from the bottom of my heart. Grandma can imagine that I am as lovely as my granddaughter, but I can't trust her like grandma ... -600 words Part II: Guilt, never forget. The taste of that moment was extraordinary, worse than being beaten. That moment was really guilty.

Another weekend, the most annoying day of the week is this day. Not only because I want to go back to school, but mainly because I have to pick up my parents' hard money this afternoon. "Let's go, it's time for school. Hurry up. "

I heard my father's urging again, so I went out of the room and walked to the car. I got on the car. But after a while, I suddenly felt as if something was missing. But I just can't remember what it is.

I thought for a while on the road, but I didn't expect to arrive at the school gate. Walking towards the gate, I suddenly heard my father calling me from behind, so I rushed over.

Dad looked at me anxiously and said earnestly, "Oh, I almost forgot to give you living expenses." Then he took out the money and gave it to me. He gently stroked my head and said, "study hard and don't treat yourself badly at school."

I couldn't bear it any longer. I turned my head and walked towards the school. Tears blurred my eyes. Back in the classroom, I sat quietly in my seat and thought, I should study hard. My parents gave me the whole world, and I want to repay them with my life.

I want him to know that his daughter is not useless. She has been working hard in her heart and never gave up her original dream. I didn't say a word of thanks, but my heart was full of sunshine. I have never said that I love them, but I have drawn out happy buds in my heart.

I know my grades are not good, and I know my parents care about us. I will work hard because I don't want them to suffer, and I will make you proud of me.

Parents' comments: I hope that children will learn with an open mind, and if they have special skills, they will strengthen their study and make continuous progress. If they have shortcomings, they should strengthen their study and strive to have noble moral sentiments and good cultural accomplishment. Class 8 (3), Grade 2, Henan Lihong School, Changyuan County, Xinxiang City, Henan Province: Liu Siwen-600 words Chapter 3: I always hear people say that someone gave up his seat on the bus, but I don't believe it after listening too much.

Until one day, someone gave me a seat ... that morning, I went to a cram school. After school, my uncle took me home by bus No.608.

Probably at noon, many people have gone home. The car is very crowded.

The female driver kept shouting "back off", so I pushed back, and suddenly a big hand grabbed my denim skirt. I looked down my big hand and saw a white-haired grandmother.

When I saw it, I squeezed out a small piece of the sitting position and motioned for me to sit down. I suddenly froze, thinking: We are strangers, why did you give me your seat? In addition, SARS is popular now. If ... Thought of this, I looked at my grandma. Her eyes were full of expectation, and I sat down carefully.

After I had to sit down, I kept seeing the scene of Snow White dying after eating a stranger's red apple in my mind. After thinking for a long time, I finally got up the courage to ask my grandmother, "Why did you give me your seat?" ? "My voice is very small, may be the cause of the content, she heard.

She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Little girl, you should be careful outside. It's not your fault. I gave you my seat because my granddaughter is studying outside. When I first saw you, I thought you looked like her: you like wearing white sweaters and denim skirts as much as you do; Love to keep long hair; Love hairpin ... I guess you don't like standing, so ... "I froze like a sculpture.

After a long time, I told my grandmother about her granddaughter. The bus has stopped. It's the stop.

Grandma is leaving, and I look at her distant back and feel guilty from the bottom of my heart. Grandma can imagine me as cute as a granddaughter, but I can't trust her as much as I trust my grandmother ... -600 words No.4: I always hesitate to come home from school every day, and I feel guilty. Seeing some students tickling when playing on the playground, I can't help but move over to participate in the fun of the students.

Shooting "foreign movies" as a childhood game should have no temptation for a boy of five or twelve years old, but sometimes the shouts from generate make me stamp my feet, so I struggle with "playing or not" in my mind. Finally, I secretly make up my mind that "this is the last time …" and devote myself wholeheartedly. Sometimes there are victories and defeats, but the ending is still enriched in the hands of trophies.

How time flies! It's hard to see the patterns on the front and back of "foreign films". It's time to retreat home. On the way home, my mood was mixed. I was very happy to win many trophies.

7. Please write a 700-word composition on the topic of what I feel guilty about. I went to my grandmother's house for a few days. Grandma's house is surrounded by mountains and waters, and the scenery is beautiful. I like walking around and enjoying the beautiful scenery best.

In order to walk conveniently, I dug out an old bike at my grandmother's house. Before leaving, my grandmother specially told me to be careful on the road and not to ride fast. I said "well" and set off in a hurry.

In the mountains, I wandered around for a while, suddenly turned the corner and an old woman appeared in front of me. At that time, the situation was critical and the downhill speed was fast. I couldn't control my bike, so I had to rush past the old man and rush out for more than ten meters. Finally, my bike was stopped by me. I looked back and saw that there was no old woman, so I left her alone.

When I reached the mountainside, it suddenly began to rain lightly. So I retraced my steps. However, I found that I was lost. Every place is similar, and the houses are all carved in the same mold. To make matters worse, I don't know when the bicycle tire was punctured. "When people are unlucky, drinking saliva will plug their teeth." I said to myself.

"Come in and sit down!" Suddenly a hoarse voice came from behind. Turning around, she turned out to be an old woman, and the more she looked, the more familiar she became. "It's the old woman in the morning." I suddenly remembered. She took me into her house, which was not too big, but clean and tidy.

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My mother-in-law poured me a cup of tea, and then said, "Little friend, do you still climb the mountain when it rains?" "No, I'm lost. Do you know the way to the foot of the mountain? " I asked. "You rest here first, and I'll show you the way when the rain stops." old

My mother-in-law said kindly. "Old woman, your wound is …" I pointed to the bandage on the old man's arm and said, "What is this?" "Is a child accidentally hit by a bike in the morning, but it doesn't matter. By the way, you

Our bicycle tire is flat, right? Let me repair it for you. "Say that finish, the old man goes to my bike. When she repaired it, the rain had stopped. She pointed a way and told me to go straight. I got on my bike and left in a hurry without saying thank you for fear that she would recognize me.

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It's dusk at grandma's house. Grandma saw that my clothes were all wet, so she asked me to take a bath and change. While eating, grandma suddenly asked, "Who mended your bicycle tire?" I ordered it without thinking.

Head. "It's really good to mend the tires and change the brakes." I suddenly froze ... the old woman found that my brakes were broken, which means she already knows that I hit her. I feel guilty. She knew, but she didn't.

I was exposed. I didn't admit my mistake to her.

In this way, I spent the night with guilt. The next morning, I bought fruit and walked up the mountain with guilt. I'm going to admit my mistake and ask the old lady's forgiveness. ...

8. Write a composition about guilt. In my memory, I can't remember many things, only this one is still fresh in my memory.

And whenever I think of this guilt, I will sincerely say "I'm sorry" to Tina. Although she went somewhere, she couldn't hear my confession.

It was a cold winter, and the sky was snowing heavily, which covered the earth with a warm coat and brought extremely interesting games to the children. My friend and I, with buckets and shovels, ran to the alley and made a big snowball. Yu Na didn't take part in our game. A man made a snow mother by the roadside. She touched her face with her little frozen red hand for a while and wiped her red nose with her hand. Although her frozen face is red, we can see how happy she is from her eyes. We made a snowman and made it.

It seems that Xue's mother is giving her warmth and happiness. Suddenly, a strong jealousy arose, and my angry eyebrows stood on end. A bad idea flashed through my mind, "push her mother Xue down and see what she is still happy about!" " Without much thought, I resolutely walked over and knocked down the snow carefully accumulated by Yu Na's mother. As I expected, Yu Na cried, and my big eyes were full of sadness. I am proud that I started another game with my friends. It was a long time before I learned from my neighbor's house: "Yu Na is a poor child without a mother. Her mother died when she was five years old, so she became very introverted and did not like to talk.

I suddenly realized what a naive heart I had broken. Now, I sincerely apologize to Tina, hoping that she will hear my confession in the distance and forgive my childish mistake. Thank you for your adoption.