A grievance, write 500 words.

In normal study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a 500-word composition I compiled for you. You are welcome to study for reference. I hope it helps you.

There are many things that make me feel wronged, and there is one thing that I can't forget.

One day after school, I happily returned to lunch class to eat. After dinner, I hurried to the dormitory, because there were some Lego bricks to play with in the dormitory. As soon as I stepped into the door, a man pointed at me and shouted to everyone, "It's him, it's him." I found some necessary Lego parts under his pillow. He hides things. " I was surprised to hear him shout like this. In lunch class, the teacher bought many toys, including Lego. Usually, teachers don't let people hide things, saying that if everyone hides Lego or building blocks, where is there to play? I saw everyone looking at me contemptuously. I protested loudly, "I didn't hide Lego in my lunch class." I didn't do it! "But how can they believe me? Besides, I'm new here and they don't know me yet. A little classmate said, "You said you didn't hide it, so how can there be Lego under your pillow?" "My eyes are moist, but I try not to cry. Another big brother in the fifth grade said, "At a young age, if you don't learn well and hide things, you must be a thief when you grow up!" "This brother's words hurt my self-esteem like a sharp knife. A classmate next to him immediately echoed and said, "You thief, what are you still saying there?" . If you don't admit to hiding something, why argue! "They hugged each other. At that time, I was dumb and ate Rhizoma Coptidis-I can't say how bitter it was. I finally burst into tears. The man also said, "Have we wronged you? Why are you crying? You've been crying. "

At this time, my good friend Xiaoding came forward and said, "He didn't hide anything. You are wrong about him. The Lego under his pillow was given to him by his cousin, not the Lego toy here. " Hearing these words, I burst into tears and my classmates turned and left.

I am a cheerful person, and I forgive them for not apologizing. However, this matter really wronged me!

I think everyone must have experienced a lot of grievances in their lives. Of course, I am no exception. A recent incident finally made me feel wronged.

It was noon on Sunday. As usual, I took my math homework to my father for examination. Dad looked at it and suddenly frowned. Dad said seriously, "how did you write this formula?" Obviously it is a wrong question. " Go and change it. "I looked at it and quickly said," Dad, what's wrong with this question? Obviously right. Are you wrong? " Hearing this, Dad said angrily, "Wrong is wrong. What are you yelling about? "? Will my answer be wrong? "I listened to my father's tone and knew he was serious, so I whispered," Our teachers all say that's what they wrote, hum! Also swearing. " Who knows, dad heard it, so he came and slapped me. He also said angrily, "Why are you so ungrateful? Is it wrong for me to scold you? " I tried to hold back my tears.

The next day, when the teacher was lecturing at school, I asked the teacher the questions I had done. Tell me what I did and what my father did. Who knows the teacher said that what I did was right. I was very happy after listening to it. Back home, I told my father the answer. After careful calculation, he realized that he had read the question wrong. He also apologized to me.

Is it over when dad apologizes? Although this matter is insignificant in my father's heart, it will never be forgotten in my heart. Dad, you are wrong about me. I know you are doing me good, but you know how hard it is for me to be wronged!

Everyone has been wronged. Whenever I was wronged, I always tried not to cry, feeling that it would be over if I endured it, but until that time, I really cried and cried very sadly.

I was in the sixth grade at that time. Maybe I didn't make progress and didn't do well in the exam. My mood slipped with my grades and fell into the abyss, but I didn't cry. I pretended to smile when I got home, but my careful grandmother caught my unhappiness and went to the room to ask me what was going on. I took out my test paper and even said to my grandmother, "I passed." Grandma is very unhappy: "Is it enough to pass the exam?" So bad, what should I do in the future? "I whispered," The monitor scored 82 points! "Grandma put my test paper on the table and said," Did the monitor do well in the exam? " You mean the monitor took the exam only in 1982, and he took the exam in his 70s. Is that high? At this rate, just stop reading! "I don't understand why grandma said that. This test paper is very difficult. Only two students got 90 points. Parents have no idea how difficult the test paper is. All they know is that they must get high marks. They don't understand how much pressure we have on our study, and how much pain they will bring to our hearts if they say that.

I look at the gloomy sky outside and feel that my mood is so much at this time! Grandma's words played back in my ears, head and heart over and over again, and also evoked a little grievance in my heart. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. Gradually, everything in front of me is blurred. I blinked, and a few tears ran across my cheeks and fell on my hands. The sky cooperates with me, and it rains like peas. ...

Why do parents only care about grades? I know they are thinking about my future, but why do they want to get high marks regardless of the difficulty of the test paper and our pressure? I don't have any requirements, but I hope you can understand us, so that when we do the paper, we don't have any worries and get satisfactory results!

In our life, there are always some things that make us feel wronged. Of course, me too. Today, I will tell you about it.

My family used to have a lovely puppy. It is considerate, but sometimes it is naughty.

It was a Sunday morning. My parents are not at home. I do my homework at home alone. The puppy is playing alone. The puppy rolls on the ground for a while, runs and jumps on the cupboard for a while, and jumps on the stool for a while. ...

Suddenly, there was a bang in my ear. "What's the matter?" I asked myself. The sound came from the living room. I hurried to the living room and found that the vase on the cabinet was broken and there were many pieces on the ground. I can't help but be frightened by what I see. I immediately realized that the puppy accidentally broke the vase. I looked around and saw the little dog hiding in a corner, huddled up. It seems that I don't want to see it. I went over and said to the dog. It doesn't matter about the puppy. Pay attention next time! "The dog seemed to understand me and nodded. At this time, I realized that the worst was yet to come.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, my parents came back. As soon as my father saw the fragments of the vase, he came over to me and said seriously, "How did you break the vase?" He began to punish me when he said it. I was so scared. Fortunately, my mother protected me.

Today, my parents still think that I broke the vase. I wanted to tell them clearly, but I never dared. I wrote this composition today and told them clearly.

This is what I feel wronged. I tell you, you can talk about your grievances.

A wronged thing composition 500 words 5 A few days ago, my mother's arbitrary character led to another "unjust case". She wronged me by taking the ten dollars she put on the coffee table.

That day, I went home happily, because I was praised by my teacher, and I wanted to tell my mother to make her happy. But as soon as I stepped into the house, I saw my mother's angry face. I asked inexplicably, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" She said that the ten yuan she put on the coffee table was missing, and she thought it was my "masterpiece".

I didn't understand what she meant, and it took me a long time to react. She also earnestly educated me: "You are a student, be an honest child!" " "It is not terrible for a person to make mistakes. What he is afraid of is knowing his mistakes and not changing them!" ..... but I really didn't take any money, how can I admit it! I am so wronged that I recall the last "mobile phone incident".

I like to play with my mother's mobile phone on weekdays, but I am fascinated by the good TV programs on this day and have no time to "patronize" my mobile phone. In the evening, my mother said gloomily to me, "Where did you put my mobile phone?" I looked at her doubtfully: "What mobile phone? I didn't play mobile phone today. " Mom never listens to explanations. In order to prove my innocence, I used my father's mobile phone to call my mother, and only heard the familiar ringtone from her handbag. I said angrily, "It's in the bag." Mom immediately turned the bag upside down and found the mobile phone from the mezzanine. My mother apologized to me and I forgave her.

"Why here!" My mother's scream pulled me back from the "mobile phone incident". "This is ten yuan!" I looked inside and saw my mother take out ten dollars from the drawer.

"Oh, I remember! I misplaced it. Sorry! " Mother shyly apologized to me.

"Just say it's not me!" Of course, I'm not that desperate. I forgive my mother.

I just want to say, mom, when will you change your arbitrary character?

The past always flows in my mind, and the seemingly calm heart will always fluctuate from time to time. I can't forget the past days, nor can I forget what happened.

During the winter vacation, my mother brought my little cousin to my house for a few days. My cousin is cute and naughty. Everyone likes him except me.

When he came to my house, he either cut my exercise book with scissors or grabbed my pen. There is no honesty. I thought: let him draw. Then, I handed him the picture book and crayons. Unexpectedly, he drew a string of colored wavy lines on my homework. I really wanted to beat him up, but seeing his innocence, I had to give up the idea.

Towards noon, my mother came back, put the speech on the table and repeatedly urged: | "I want to use this speech this afternoon, don't move!" " "I hurried out to buy food. I was fascinated by it and read it with relish. My little cousin picked up the book and read it.

I vaguely heard the voice of babbling, which came from the ear next to me intermittently. I smiled happily, and my little cousin was reading! Who knows that after a while, the little cousin was cutting her mother's speech with scissors, and with a click, it was cut into several pieces! I immediately stepped forward and grabbed the scissors. My cousin was shocked and burst into tears. It is too late to say it, but it is too early. My mother came back from shopping. My mother saw the scissors in my hand, the cut speech and my little cousin with tears all over her face. She was furious and said, "You want to rebel!" I am too scared to explain. Eating Huanglian is really dumb-it's too bitter to say. Then, my mother slapped me a few times to coax my little cousin.

I was so wronged that I looked at the blue sky and tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn't help it. I sobbed in a low voice. ...

I have a little cousin named Zhao Yujie, who is my aunt's son. Aunt often comes to my house to play and brings him to meetings every time. His arrival can benefit me a lot! Not only is there a soldier like a follower, but he can also get more pocket money. We have played more together, and our relationship is getting closer every day. If I don't see him every ten and a half months, I'll call him and invite him to play at home.

It happened to be the weekend, and my aunt brought him to play. Mother is busy cooking and entertaining guests. My cousin and I sneaked out of the house while they were not looking and played all morning. In the afternoon, I was hungry before my mother cooked. I went to ask my father for money to buy bread. Dad gave me five dollars and said, "You are my brother. When you buy something to eat, eat with your brother and let him order. " I said, "OK, I see."

On the way back from buying bread, my brother and I shared it.

Although the younger brother is small, he is exquisite! Every time I ask for something, he will argue with me. If I don't let him, he will complain to an adult. I can't avoid being criticized by my parents. I let him eat more than half this time, and I only ate a little. Who knew he wanted to eat mine again soon after eating? I said, "You want to eat mine after eating so much. Too exquisite. " I didn't give him mine.

When he got home, he told my father that I wouldn't let him eat bread. Dad scolded me and gave him another yuan to buy it. I was so angry that tears fell, and I thought, why doesn't dad believe me? Am I such an ignorant child in my father's mind?

It's been a long time, but I feel wronged when I think about it.

I cried for a long time yesterday, and the wronged tears kept falling from my face like broken beads.

Yesterday was Sunday, and my mother was not at home. After finishing my homework, I want to help my mother do some housework and surprise her when she comes back. I took out my broom and began to sweep the floor. At this time, I saw that the bottom of the fish tank on the windowsill was particularly dirty, so I took a rag, soaked it, and washed it with soap. At first, I didn't dare to touch the fish tank for fear of breaking it, because it was my mother's most precious thing. But if you don't move the fish tank, the dust below will not be cleaned up. With luck, I carefully lifted the fish tank, but it missed and smashed. The water spilled all over the floor and the goldfish struggled on the ground. I stood there in fear. Just then, my mother came back. Seeing all this, she suddenly flew into a rage and scolded me. At this time, I really became dumb and ate Rhizoma Coptidis-I was too bitter to say!

In the evening, I turned on the TV cheerfully and prepared to watch children's programs. I didn't expect my mother to be still angry. Hearing the sound of me turning on the TV, she came quickly, turned off the TV without saying anything, and said angrily to me, "No TV today!" " "To be honest, I really hated my mother at that time! I ran back to my room crying, opened my diary and wrote it down. You know how wronged I am!

After school at noon today, I came home to see my mother reading my diary. Seeing me coming back, she took my hand and said to me, "Good boy, you are my good daughter. Mom read your diary. It's all her fault. Mom is wrong! " I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried and said, "no, mom, I'm at fault, too."

My mother finally understood me, and I smiled with tears in my eyes.

A grievance, a composition of 500 words and 9 words, all say that you expect your son to succeed and your daughter to succeed. My grandma and grandma, two elders, really added a few troubles to my study. Who should I tell about these wronged past events?

The severity of my study by the two old people is exactly the same. Last time I went to my grandmother's house, I found that my grandmother was dishonest and sometimes lied. Especially when someone comes, I can't hear the sound at all. Probably avoiding me. I glanced under the door and she quickly pretended not to say anything. That look must be saying, "What subject didn't you do well?"

So is my grandmother. When walking with me, her eyes seemed to only look at the road, always wondering if anyone had left money on the ground. Once, I really showed her a piece of paper money. Look at her. She stepped on it and pretended to talk to me. It was not until there were fewer people that she bent down to pick it up.

As soon as the two old people met, I was under great pressure. Look at me. I have to do my homework from 7 am, and I can't do anything. In addition to taking a nap at noon, I have to compete with my homework all day. Sometimes, I want to go out to play, and they say, have you finished your homework today?

I am too lazy to ignore them, thinking: such homework will never be finished. I have written one book after another, so I might as well tear up all these homework.

Meeting these two "bullies" is my biggest grievance. Once, because they didn't listen to them, a lot of strange words and complaints came: 1234, A, B, C, D and so on. Are you bored? Sometimes I want to talk back, but they have different reasons. So, I think, you say yours, and I applaud you for being a mosquito.

This is the injustice I encountered. Is this growing pains? It would be a pity if one day, when I grow up, I think what they said is right.

A grievance composition 500 words 10 Last time my brother was running around the house, I was feeding fish food in the room. Suddenly, I heard a bang, and I rushed out to look. My brother fell off the sofa and hurt his ass. I patted him on the back and said, "Oh, my brother doesn't cry, it doesn't matter, you are the bravest ..."

After hearing the sound, my mother also "came to look for the sound". As soon as she saw me patting my brother on the back, she thought I was hitting him. Without saying anything, she pointed her finger at my eyes, glared at me and shouted at me: jy Xu! Why do you bully your brother? You are my brother! Is it lawless! "My mother broke into a furious rage indiscriminately, contending that I was bullying my brother. I also used a lot of dirty words when I spoke. Her eyes stared like two huge bells, her face flushed, her eyes seemed to burst into flames, and her head seemed to be smoking, frowning and gnashing her teeth.

I was shocked at once, and then I got angry. My fist is clenched tightly and my eyes are red. I think, don't wronged others until you know what it is. This is really a dog biting Lv Dongbin. You don't know what to do. I kept blinking and tried to hold back my tears, because I remembered a famous saying: "Tears are cowardly and unreliable." But my tears still fell like pearls with broken lines, and the tears as big as beans hit the floor. I kept wiping my tears, pouting and arguing with my mother unconvinced. When I explained the incident to my mother in detail, I found that my mother's anger had completely disappeared, even showing a trace of confusion and embarrassment.

In life, if you feel wronged because of being wronged, tell yourself to calm down first and then take a deep breath. If not, force yourself to smile in the mirror. When you calm down and explain everything to others, others will be embarrassed and may even apologize to you!

A wronged composition of 500 words 1 1 I have experienced many things, including happy things, troubled things, puzzled things, painful things, depressed things and disgusting things ... The most unpleasant thing is being wronged for no reason.

I remember once, my brother and sister played computer games-"fishing", but playing with my brother wasted a shell! At this time, the usually quiet sister is angry! With a scary tigress, she shouted, "Who did this? Why waste a shell? " My brother quickly said, "It's my sister! It's a sister! " My sister turned her head and said angrily, "Stop playing and get out! And I will punish you for washing dishes at night! " "Why? Obviously a brother! " "I didn't do it. Why do you want to scold me? " "When ..." Nonsense, of course! My heart discontentedly muttered:

Originally, I wanted to say it, but as soon as I saw my sister's terrible eyes, I ... After my sister left, my brother gloated and said, "Remember to wash the dishes! Hey! " "Wash it, I'm afraid of you!" I said sternly. After dinner, I hid in my room to vent my anger. There were "pearls" in my eyes on the floor! After washing the dishes, my sister didn't know what had happened and was anxious to apologize to me! I started crying! This incident made me understand two things: 1. You can't be so stingy! 2。 If you don't know the facts, you can't wronged others! Otherwise, it will be very uncomfortable to be wronged.

Every day, the weather is sunny, cloudy, sunny and thunderstorm ... Life is full of crying, laughing, happiness and sadness. You must get your innocence back when you are wronged in the future. I want to protect myself better and not let myself be wronged again!

An aggrieved composition of 500 words 12 "I didn't take this pen." I argued that the four-color pen left a deep memory on me.

On the afternoon of the third day, I came to school happily with my schoolbag on my back. This section is about physical education class. Under the guidance of the teacher, the students go to the playground for free activities. Because I sprained my ankle, the teacher said I couldn't go down, so I rested in class. After a while, the class was over and the students came in from outside one after another. The second period is Chinese class, and the teacher asked me. I found her four-color pen missing. Xiaoshi looked at me and borrowed it from others. I thought it was nothing. Later, after class, my deskmate began to ask me, "Did you steal my four-color pen?" I am full of questions: "What a good four-color pen." My deskmate's voice is getting louder and louder: "Don't pretend. When you went to physical education class, there was only you, no you and no one in the classroom. " I said indignantly, "I really didn't take your four-color pen." Soon, class began, and my deskmate stopped asking me.

After school, I left regardless of my deskmate. The next day, when I came to class, my classmates all looked at me with strange eyes. Suddenly, my deskmate found her four-color pen in my cupboard. "I didn't take this pen." I argued, and my classmates next to me said I was a thief. I was in tears. The teacher came, learned about it and left. The teacher came back to find me and said to the students: The students apologized to me again and again, I accepted, and we made up again.

This "theft" incident made me feel very wronged.

A grievance composition 500 words 13 In life, people have to face many things. Me too: sad, wronged, angry ... There is one thing I will never forget.

When I was in the fourth grade, I had a lot of arguments with my team members last semester. Even started fighting, and sometimes deliberately made excuses to be forced to quarrel.

One day, I was studying by myself, and there was no class for the time being. A classmate picked up my pencil box for no reason and deliberately fell to the ground, and all the contents were scattered on the ground. Who knows, he turned a blind eye and didn't pick up his dropped pencil box. Instead, he picked up the pen in my hand and fell to the ground. He also broke the pen, saying it was accidentally dropped. This angered me, and you quarreled with me sentence by sentence.

Have you ever thought about the consequences of being found out by the teacher in class? At this time, the teacher who was supervising the classroom order heard a voice behind our team and went over and asked, "What are you two doing?" At this time, we stopped fighting, quieted down and became frightened.

"I accidentally knocked off my pencil box." Before I could speak, he complained to the little man first. "But he falsely accused me of dropping his pencil case on purpose." "No!" I retorted that I was a little angry, but I was still a little timid in front of the teacher. "It is obvious that he deliberately dropped the pencil case!" "

What do you think so far? What will the teacher do? Due to disunity, confusion, constant cutting and confusion in the group, the class was a little loud, and I felt very wronged. No matter who was right or wrong, the teacher asked us to think about what we had done wrong, go back and reflect, and didn't even give us a chance to explain. Alas, it really makes people feel wronged, embarrassed and angry.

Now that a year has passed, in retrospect, my heart still hurts a little. It is inevitable to think about such things, so people have these feelings.

A wronged thing composition 500 words 14 In our life, there will always be things that make us feel wronged. Of course, me too. Today, I will tell you about it.

My family used to have a lovely puppy named Pippi. It is considerate, but sometimes it is naughty.

It was a Sunday morning. Mom and dad are not at home. I do my homework at home alone. Pippi the dog played by himself. Pippi rolled on the ground for a while, ran and jumped on the cupboard for a while, and jumped on the stool for a while. .......

Suddenly, there was a bang in my ear. "What's the matter?" I asked myself. The sound came from the living room. I hurried to the living room and found that the vase on the cabinet was broken and there were many pieces on the ground. I can't help but be frightened by what I see. I immediately realized that Pippi had accidentally broken the vase. I looked around and only Pippi was hiding in a corner, huddled up. It seems that I don't want to see it. I walked up to Pippi. "Pippi" seemed to understand my words and nodded his head. At this time, I realized that the bad things were yet to come.

At about eleven o'clock, mom and dad came back. As soon as my father saw the fragments of the vase, he came up to me and said to me seriously, "How did you break the vase?" He began to punish me when he said it. I was so scared. Fortunately, my mother protected me.

Today, my parents still think that I broke the vase. I wanted to tell them clearly, but I never dared. I wrote this composition today and told them clearly.

This is what I feel wronged. I tell you, you can talk about your grievances.

A grievance composition 500 words 15 Speaking of grievances, one thing began to appear in my mind and kept playing back. Every time I think back, I still feel very wronged. I remember it was the summer many years ago. ...

One sunny noon, my brother and sister and I were eating, and my mother was drying clothes on the balcony outside. Just as I was eating delicious food with relish, my brother and sister went to war again. The younger brother said angrily to his sister, "Why did you throw the garbage at me?" My sister argued, "Don't always throw rubbish at me!" " ""nonsense! " "yes! "After the quarrel, they fought again. I just wanted to tell them to stop, when suddenly there was a crash, the soup spilled all over the floor and the bowl was broken. When they saw it, they ran away, so I had to mop the floor and clean up the clutter myself. Mother heard the sound of breaking the bowl and ran to ask, "Who broke what?" "Look at me cleaning up, and insist that I broke the bowl." Mom, I didn't. This is ... "Before I finished, my mother said angrily," Shut up. You obviously broke the bowl. What else can you explain? Do you want to blame your brothers and sisters again? ""no! " I shouted, and then I began to cry. No matter how I explain it, my mother doesn't believe what I said. I ran back to my room in tears and locked the door. Let the tears soak my cheeks, and there are many unspeakable grievances and pains in my heart.

Although it has been several years, I still remember it vividly every time I think about it. After that, I stopped explaining it. Once my mother overheard my brother and sister talking about it, only to know that she misunderstood me. ...

I hope everyone can have an inclusive heart, and I hope everyone will not judge a person's right or wrong until they know what he really wants. It really hurts!