That time, I regretted it.

At that time, I regretted that the graduation exam of 1 was coming, and the graduation photo of primary school would be taken tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it, because I can skip class all day tomorrow.

Because shooting requires bringing your own clothes. The teacher will hand out things to the group, including a pair of white shoes for everyone. If you don't have it at home, just pick it in the group and let a parent buy it in a unified way.

Feeling that I don't have white shoes, I waited for my mother to answer in the group. However, an hour passed, and I still didn't see my mother catch up with me in the group. Suddenly I saw my mother sending a message in the group: "We have it at home." I was a little confused in an instant, so I called my mother to ask questions.

"hello?" There was a friendly voice on the phone. I immediately picked up the mobile phone on the table and asked my mother, "Where do I have small white shoes?" Mom paused and answered, "Don't you have a pair?" It's those pointed and high-bottomed ones that mom bought for you. Look for it. "I suddenly realized, but the next second I frowned and shouted," I don't want that pair, it's too ugly! "I said those are adult shoes, you have to buy them for me." "Come on, stop yelling, tomorrow you ..." I hung up the phone angrily and kept stamping my feet. Later, I saw my mother send another sentence in the WeChat group: "Teacher, can I add another pair now?" My daughter insisted that I buy it for her. "

I blushed at once, thinking that my shoes were enough, so I asked my father to buy me a pair of 499 running shoes for the sports meeting. And my mother loves me very much. She added many quilts to me in winter ... I yelled at her. It made me cry.

That time, I regretted doing that to a great mother who loved me.

That time, I regretted it twice. I regret it, because I was ignorant and mistakenly thought I was unhappy. I saw a group of photos after I left home. Those photos really made me regret that I never gave up. ...

In those photos, I saw those children in the Syrian war, one by one with a yellow face and skinny; I saw the children in the Wenchuan earthquake in 2008. They clung to a pen before they died. I saw the eyes of Niger refugees praying for food from God. I saw a six-or seven-year-old girl looking at American soldiers with guns in the Iraq war in panic ... they all longed for happiness! But I don't know if I'm lucky.

When I saw pictures of cold and hunger, I suddenly understood something. ...

Oh! It turns out that happiness is a smiling face, a quiet sky, a fiery red sun, a peaceful country, a healthy body, a plate of loving food cooked by my mother, a walk in the wind and rain, a healthy family, a warm quilt, many mentors, a contribution and a small favor.

It turns out that happiness means cherishing the person who hates iron and is always bad for you, cherishing your grandparents who love you, cherishing your mother who handed you a glass of water when you got home, cherishing your younger brother who brought you countless laughter, cherishing your playmates who spent a wonderful childhood with you, cherishing the bright classroom, cherishing the teacher who beat you and loved you, and cherishing a pen, a piece of paper and a book. ...

I really regret that time. I shouldn't know when I am blessed.

That time, I regretted it. As time goes by, many stories appear in my mind, which I can't remember clearly, but there is one thing that I regret very much.

I remember that every family was harvesting rice in the autumn when I was six or seven years old. In this busy season, I asked my father to take me to school. On the way to school, my father frowned when he saw the corn harvester, and then walked by quickly. With my father's anxiety, I began to get busy. In fact, it was not the day when I started school, but I made an appointment with my good friend to go to school together. My father sent me to school and then went home. After my father left, my mood became very depressed and the weather became as gloomy as mine. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs, and my sight became blurred, and my father's figure disappeared from my sight. I thought to myself, where did dad hide from the rain on this mountain road of more than 30 miles? It turned out that dad didn't take shelter from the rain, but walked home in the rain. When I got home, I asked my mother if the corn harvest was finished. It was my father's 30th birthday. I couldn't help crying when I heard what my mother told me. Every time I see my father, I feel I owe him too much.

This is one thing I regret most, and it is also one thing I will never forget.

On that occasion, I regretted the bleak autumn wind. The fallen leaves return to their roots, and a year passed quickly. For the next year's germination, it fell down and was buried in the thick soil forever. ...

Autumn is crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and people greet the beautiful start of a new day in the breath of harvest. Of course, some people are immersed in the past and forget today. People are busy, people are working and people are harvesting. However, in this beautiful and happy day, I can't live without that thing, and I can't live without that thing that I regret.

That night, the lonely moon gave off a faint light in the silent and well-known night sky. The moon and I, under the desk lamp, silently wrote our homework, and no one praised, praised or looked at it. One minute, one second, time passes by me and before my eyes. I am running, advancing, trying to catch up, helpless, but wasting more time. I was depressed and had to bury myself in writing.

Are you a little excited when you finish a task? But I have to complete a great task, I am happy and excited, and I have to see my father for examination, so I am extremely sad.

Because it is not beautiful enough, it is not good enough, and the tornado is coming. I was emotional and closed the door to "reflect". However, I feel sorry for my father. After all, this is also my concern. ...

I still regret it now.

At that time, I regretted it. Five people must have regrets in their lives, and I was no exception. I regret many things, but the most unforgettable one is that time.

This happened when I was traveling to Xiamen in the summer vacation, and this little thing made me regret it very much.

In the morning, my mother and I got up early and went to the bus stop to take the bus. The creaking car door broke the peace of summer. We got on the bus and quickly found a seat to sit down. The bus started. After one stop, the number of people on the bus was also robbed.

After a while, the train station arrived and a white-haired old man came over. His age is about 70 to 80 years old. He struggled to get on the bus with crutches. He looked at the carriage as if looking for a parking space. Seeing that there was no room, he frowned, leaned his crutch aside and struggled to reach the handrail. After watching this scene, my heart was pounding and two thoughts appeared in my mind, one was to give up my seat and the other was not to let me. There are so many people that someone will give his seat to grandpa.

Just as I was hesitating, suddenly a young man stood up carefully, slowly left his seat and gave it to the old man. But to my surprise, this young man turned out to be a disabled person with limited mobility, and suddenly my heart was as painful as ten thousand steel needles. He gave up his seat because of the disabled, and I just ...

We got off at the station, and I regretted it very much. I should have given my seat to grandpa. Hey! There is no regret medicine in the world. I hope that if I encounter this kind of thing again in the future, I can make a decisive decision and not let myself regret it. I will never forget this matter in my heart.

That time, I regretted taking the exam just six days ago. Today began to produce results. My heart was pounding, and the teacher began to read, "Liu Yushu is ninety-seven, Wang Zongli is seventy, Zhu Lei is eighty-eight ..." When the teacher read Shark Wang, my heart stopped beating and held my breath, but I only got seventy-five points. The teacher said: Shark Wang said I regressed quickly this time. I almost cried when I heard this sentence, but I can't figure out why I got more than 90 points in this exam. I was just thinking that the teacher had already handed out the paper at this time. When I saw that it was 75 points, I would definitely be beaten by my father when I went home, so I moved my head. ......

Thinking that I could turn seven into nine with a red pen, I began to turn seven into nine. I got 95 points this time, and I will definitely be rewarded with hundreds of dollars when I go home.

When I got home, my mother saw that I got 95 points, and my father also came home to see that I got 95 points. He also praised me and said, "I did well in the exam this time. Come on, try to get 98,99, 100. " I said; I will. Then my parents gave me 500 yuan to buy food. I went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of food for 598 yuan. I started eating, but I always thought it was not good. This is not my real achievement, so I feel that I cheated my parents and myself.

Still can't sleep at night. I think of these things when I sleep, or dream about them. I decided to tell my parents the next day. The next day, I told my parents about changing my grades and told them that I had regretted it. Please don't hit me. Father said, "Honesty is a good boy, and we won't hit you."

At that time, I regretted it. Everyone should have heard of 7 piracy, but I also did a "piracy incident" at a young age.

It was in the third grade of primary school, and the composition topic left by the teacher embarrassed me. I used to finish my composition under the guidance of my mother, but today my mother happened to go to my aunt's house again and won't come back until tomorrow. What should I do? I want an ant on hot bricks. I want to write by myself, but I am afraid of being criticized by the teacher, so I can't do my homework well. I wandered around the house anxiously. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a composition book and an idea flashed through my mind. How about copying a composition? But if teachers and classmates find out, the consequences will be more serious. But this composition book was brought back by my father from other places, so it should be no problem. So, I "copied" a composition in the composition book.

When the teacher read some better compositions the next day, my "excellent works" were also on the list. The classmates cast envious eyes one after another, but I survived a class with trepidation. No one found it after class, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But when I got home, things changed. Mom came back at night. He checks my homework every day, and my composition is no exception. I tried every means to prevent my mother from reading my composition, but in the end, my ideological defense completely collapsed. I took out my composition for my mother to read. My mother tore it up in the middle of writing and asked me to rewrite it.

This incident gradually made me understand that I have to do everything independently, so that I can exercise what I can't do. Really regret the "piracy" incident.

On that occasion, I regretted a sunny noon eight years ago. After lunch, the three of us went out for a walk. Walking into an alley with few people and many houses, next to the trash can, I found a curled up little black dog.

All three of us are afraid of dogs, so we have to walk a long way. Who knows that this black dog actually actively followed us, but the three of us always kept a distance of more than five meters from the dog. The faster the dog runs, the closer we are. The hearts of the three of us are about to jump out and dare not run, because the more we run, the more we chase, and we can only pretend that we know nothing.

When he caught up with us and walked side by side with us, our vigilance dropped. We were almost home, but there was no intention of going back. When I got home, grandpa smoked at the door, saw a little black dog we brought back and asked whose family we were. We said in unison, "I don't know." Then we play with dogs.

We have a bolder idea, that is, to build a home for the puppy. We only have cartons and nothing else, so we can only give up the idea. Grandpa won't let us raise it either, because no one cares. We all went back to Zhengzhou after the New Year. I can only send it home. I was always held by my sister.

But it's easier said than done. Whose black dog is this? We walked to the place where he lost it. It's my brother's turn to hug him this time. Brother really doesn't want to hug him. Still holding it carefully in his arms, it is also very obedient and does not move or bark. We searched door to door for a long time, but none of them knew each other. It was my turn to hug it, but I refused to hug it and let my sister hug it, partly because I was afraid and partly because it was a little dirty, and I didn't want to.

Asked about the house, "Is it your dog?" I asked, "Oh, yes, thank you! He always follows strangers. " It's okay. Pay attention next time.

We went home, but my heart didn't. My heart floats on the puppy, and I regret it. How sad it would be if I knew I didn't want to hug it!

At that time, I regretted that my childhood memory was a multi-flavor bottle, which was filled with five flavors: sweet, sour, spicy and salty. One thing is deeply imprinted in my heart, which makes me regret it very much.

At noon that autumn, the sun was shining and the autumn was crisp. I saw the students of the drone club manipulating the drone class on the playground. I saw the drone flying in the sky like a happy bird, and the members had a good time. Besides, I'm not from the drone club, so I can't go downstairs to play. I can only watch it from the window.

At this time, my good friend Zhuo C came over and said brightly: "I am a member and brought a drone. Why don't we go downstairs and play together? " I jumped three feet for joy, but on second thought, it violated not only the rules of the club, but also the rules of the class. The class teacher said that you can't go downstairs to play without authorization. Wouldn't it be terrible if they were found out? C patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry! The teacher is not here now, what are you afraid of? " I gritted my teeth, no longer hesitated, took C's hand, and we ran to the playground as fast as a newly released bird.

On the playground, we only played for a few seconds before we heard the thunder from the ground. The head teacher "descended from the sky" as if he had a clairvoyance, a clairvoyance, and a clairvoyance. He pointed at us and shouted, "Bold little thieves, how dare you violate discipline? I will deduct 25 points from each of you and punish you for staying and standing for 45 minutes after school! " Like two defeated cocks, we were "escorted" back to the classroom in frustration.

After school, the sun sets, the afterglow is faint, the autumn wind is cool, and the leaves fall feebly. The whole corridor was empty, only C and I stood at the back door of the classroom. I just feel cold in my back and hot in my face, and I want to dig a tunnel to escape.

Because I am naughty, I violate the discipline of the club and the school, and I have no rules, so I can't be Fiona Fang! That time, I regretted it.

At that time, I regretted it very much. 10' s teenage time was quietly flowing away, and countless things were regretted because we made mistakes. That time made me regret it.

The first class that morning was math. Just as we were talking and laughing, the math teacher suddenly came into the classroom, magically took out a stack of math papers from his pocket and said, "Students, prepare for the exam." Everyone complained, but the math teacher ignored it and said coldly, "It didn't take long for me to finish the math paper easily." Looked at his watch, there is still half an hour. I couldn't guarantee a hundred points in the exam, so I quietly said to the front table, "Let's check the answer!" " "Why did a good job at the front table? I agreed. In order to prevent the math teacher from finding out, I gave him a secret signal: take a few shots. " "Pa" and "Pa" ... Right to right, he suddenly stepped on my foot. I thought this should represent 0! So I continued to "brush" the changes.

After a while, it was time for the exam, and we were ready. When I handed in my paper, Xiaohe came over and said, "I stepped on you to represent the decimal point. Don't get me wrong, your clever head!" " The answer to the last question is 3 1.4, but what do you think when I roll it up is 3 104? "I feel very bad after listening to it: hey, I'm going to fail the exam this time!

After the papers were handed out, I got 80 points. I was wrong about everything except the question with no decimal point. Alas, I was mistaken for cleverness. If I had followed my own answer, I might have been a hundred points earlier! From then on, I will never be smart in exams again.

I regretted that time, but this regret brought me many lessons and made me grow up with fewer thorns, so I have no regrets.

I regretted it then 1 1. On the road of growing up, I cried, laughed, felt sad and regretted. Yes, I regret it. I will never forget that time. ...

I was in the fifth grade on a Wednesday, which was the first exam of the new semester. I took the Chinese exam. I entered the examination room with full confidence, felt that I was very powerful, and began to take the exam. After I finished my test paper quickly, I put it aside without looking, and began to sleep on my desk, because I felt confident that I could get more than 90 points in the exam.

The next day, the test paper was handed out. At that moment, I couldn't believe my eyes, because my exam results were worse than before! It's only been seventy minutes! Such scores hit me hard! I looked at the test paper and thought, where did I go wrong? Why did I do so badly in this exam? Ha, I finally found the reason. It turned out that my composition was off topic and I was deducted 20 points. The teacher also wrote on the test paper: "Check the test paper carefully."

I came home sadly. When I got home, I couldn't help lying on the bed and crying. My mother came in and gently asked me what was wrong. I cried and said, "mom, I didn't do well in the Chinese exam." I regret it. I should not be arrogant. I shouldn't have failed to check carefully after the exam ... "My mother comforted me and wiped my tears and said," Find the problem and correct it. I can do well in the exam next time. "

Until now, I still remember the past when I failed the exam because of arrogance. At that time, I regretted it, but I understood a truth: everything should be done seriously, and it would be too late to regret it!

I regretted it then 12. When I mentioned the word "regret", it really reminded me of a regret.

That day, I was watching cartoons with relish, and my grandmother kept nagging: "Zhou, you do your homework first, and then watch TV." If you don't finish your homework, you're finished. " While watching cartoons, I slowly took out my exercise book to do my homework, and I didn't forget to blow bubble gum. Grandma came again and said angrily, "It's the first time I've seen someone watching TV and doing their homework while eating bubble gum." "I'm bored to death. I always nag. What a nuisance! " I said angrily and slammed the door.

For an instant, the whole room was silent. When I turned around, grandma was sitting on the sofa, secretly wiping her tears. Seeing grandma crying, my heart was broken, and my heart was worse than needles. Grandma usually takes good care of me, but I am so ignorant and angry with her. Besides, it's my fault to watch TV before I finish my homework. How can I ... I suddenly regret it, and the more I think about it, the more sorry I am for my grandmother.

While I was still feeling sorry for myself, my grandmother came in, brought me a glass of milk and whispered, "Have some milk. I'll call you when I'm finished." . I can't do anything half-heartedly, and do my homework ... "I couldn't help it any longer. I hugged my grandmother and said," Grandma, I'm sorry, it was my fault just now. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. "

Although it has been a long time, I always remember it, and I still regret it when I think about it.

I regretted it then 13. Everyone will grow up, and in the process of growing up, they will run into nails and stumble ... growth happens in setbacks again and again. I remember that time, which impressed me deeply.

Once in physical education class, the classmates behind me had nothing to do, so they grabbed my hair and played. I thought she would lose interest in playing, so I kept putting up with it, because my mother once told me that people should not be narrow-minded and I didn't want to be "narrow-minded" like my mother said, so I ignored her. I want to see if she can control herself. Who knows, when she saw me stop moving, she hit me harder and harder, and began to pull and hit me, which made me uncomfortable and my scalp hurt. I couldn't help it. I suddenly turned my head and swore, "Is my hair funny?" You think I don't mind not talking about you? "That classmate was scolded by me and bowed his head in shame, and my heart suddenly relaxed.

When the bell "Ding Rinrin" rang, my heart suddenly "banged" and jumped very fast. It made her feel ashamed to think that she had scolded her classmates so fiercely in class just now. It shouldn't be her who is ashamed now, but me. I shouldn't have scolded her so fiercely. I went to her and apologized to her. Finally, she and I became good friends again.

That time, I was deeply impressed. I learned to be tolerant and friendly, and I didn't haggle over trifles. Otherwise, you will have fewer and fewer friends, and no one wants to be your friend. I think I can correct my mistakes so that I can grow.

That time, I regretted mentioning it on 14, and it is still fresh in my memory. When I mentioned that time, it was like a knife stabbing into my heart. ...

"Tick-tock, tick-tock" time goes by, and it keeps raining! I just finished my homework and lay on the sofa. My mother came up to me and said, "Coco, how about taking a five-minute break and then playing the piano for half an hour?" I lay lazily on the sofa: "Do you want to play the piano again? I finally finished my homework! " My mother still patiently told me to go back to class tomorrow. We agreed to play the piano for half an hour! I still don't want to, and slowly spit out a few words: "I don't want it!" "But my mother earnestly advised me to practice the piano and reduced the requirements to ten times. But I'm possessed and won't leave! Mom is still trying: "Coco, let's play for ten times and have a rest after playing, ok?" I was instantly angered! You only remember to play the piano, do your homework and recite every day! When do you say take a break for half an hour, watch TV for half an hour and play games for half an hour? When did you say that? "I said a lot of words, say! I kicked the door and it slammed!

Two hours later, when I was about to brush my teeth, wash my face and go to bed, I just opened the door and a scream came into my ear! I crept over: my mother squatted in the kitchen alone, crying like a child. At that moment, I have been cursing myself in my heart: What's wrong with you? Mom is for your own good! Are you out of your mind? But the bristle can't stop crying, and crying can't stop the pain in my heart! That time, I regretted it. .....

That time, I regretted it 15. Last Saturday, the composition teacher Chen announced that she would take a one-day tour of Hefei. I wanted to go but didn't want to. I want to go because I can broaden my horizons and relax with my classmates, but I don't want to go because I may get carsick.

When I got home, I said to my mother, "In today's composition class, Teacher Chen said that she would take a one-day trip to Hefei next week. Can I go? " "You are prone to carsickness, so don't go! Let me talk to teacher Chen. " Mom said. In this way, I spent a boring Saturday that day.

In this afternoon's composition class, Teacher Chen talked about their trip to Hefei, which is a wonderful story! I listened with relish, as if I were there! It seems so, but after all, I didn't go to Hefei with my classmates and teachers

In the photo, I saw beautiful waterfalls and rockeries. Seeing the smiling faces of my classmates, I seemed to hear their laughter. As many photos flashed by, I followed them to geological museum. Trilobite fossils, ivory fossils, wolf fossils, bear fossils, deer fossils ... countless, colorful, I feel as if I have fallen into the fossil pile.

Zhao Yanan, my deskmate, said that some dinosaur eggs are as big as two football balls. There is also a model of volcanic eruption and a brief introduction to the information ... It turned out that going to Hefei was so fun! If I knew, I would persuade my mother to let me go! Now, I really want to cry ...