When I was wronged, I shed tears in my composition.

Last Sunday, I went to grandma's house. Next to grandma's house is my sister's house.

I ran into my sister's house and played games with her. I played a few rounds and won. At this moment, my sister began to cry. At this moment, my grandmother just heard what I said. She stormed in and said to me angrily, "What's the matter with you? You made your sister cry again. You are my sister. You should take good care of your sister! " I said, "Grandma, I didn't, but I kept winning and my sister began to cry." My sister next to me is crying louder and louder. She argued, "Grandma, my sister has been bullying me. She pushed me to the ground like this! " "I'm sorry to hear that, and I thought: When did I push you to the ground, grandma, you must not trust her. Just thinking about it, grandma said, "You still say no, why bully your sister?" I mumbled, "I really didn't push her. She lied. " "You still lie. Tell your mother later. " Grandma finished this sentence and walked to her home with her sister in her arms.

At this time, I felt very wronged and couldn't help shedding sad tears. Why do you have to blame me and not believe me? Just because I'm old? Grandma is so weird. The idea came to me suddenly.

I remember 10 years old, something happened that made me extremely wronged. I still remember it clearly ... On this day, my uncle came back from Shanghai and bought a suit for our three sisters. I got a beautiful skirt, and I am very happy.

In the evening, I proudly wore this dress to my grandmother's house for dinner.

Everyone is talking about how my skirt looks good. I'm so proud. But just then, my sister waved her hand and poured a bowl of soy sauce on my new skirt. I was so shocked that I quickly stood up and shook my skirt. I am a little sad to see that this skirt can no longer be worn.

I looked at my sister. I can't see a trace of apology in her eyes. Instead, it seems to be saying to me: "Ha, what a suck! Who told you to steal my thunder! " I shouted angrily, "What are you doing? What a nuisance! " Mom interrupted: "Hey, hey, isn't it just a skirt?" Why are you so fierce? Don't scare your sister, really! ""she did it on purpose! " I retort.

"How did that happen? My sister is so young that she doesn't know anything. You are really a big sister, nothing like your sister. Why are you so small? " I couldn't beat my mother, so I had to shoot my sister. I scolded her a few words and she shed crocodile tears. My mother quickly persuaded my sister. This time, she widened her eyes and scolded me more severely: "Dandan, you are getting more and more ridiculous. Enter the room! " I ran into the room with grievances and slammed the door; "bang"

I threw my head on the bed, and tears welled up and flowed into the thick quilt.

I cried sadly, hoping that my mother would knock at the door, but I waited for a long time and there was no sound at all. My heart is broken and I don't care about anything. I feel very lonely now ... wronged tears Keywords: people in grade five often say that "men don't flick when they have tears", but I think "it's not time to be wronged".

Because I shed tears of injustice.

That day, my mother and I went to the seaside to set things up. Because the Chinese New Year was coming, I wanted to give gifts to others, but my mother said that I was too old for children to play with guns, so she didn't buy them for me. I remember that my mother bought someone a card that could be bought in a specific store that day, because I was very angry and said that I would hide the card. My mother believed it at that time, and I was angry with my mother, so she didn't believe it. When taking me to dinner, I sulked in the car. I lowered the seat a little, so my mother didn't see it when she came out of the restaurant. I thought I went to buy a gun myself. After walking in the restaurant for a long time without seeing it, I came to the car and told me to open the door when I was in the car. I opened it for her. My mother just wanted to call someone to come out and give him a card, but the card is gone. I was really stupid and ate coptis chinensis-I'm not sure. I said I didn't take it, but she insisted that I hid it for her. It's really a pity. You can't wash it if you jump into the Yellow River. But when my mother was angry, she found the card in my mother's schoolbag, and she knew the truth at once. But at that time, my heart was broken and I couldn't bring it back to life with good words. My mother said it was enough for me to buy a gun, but it was enough for me to get it. Can you tell me something about being wronged like me?

The composition "Wronged Tears" has 500 words of tears, which can be sour; Can be sad; You can be happy, but what is the taste of wronged tears? Is it numbness or bitterness? Or what's that smell? That was a few days before June 1st. Our class arranged two programs, and I was assigned to the second program. Everything is calm. That day, our two programs were rehearsing in the backyard. Later, the two teams said that they would watch the rehearsal effect instead, and we all agreed. After reading it, everyone began to find fault with each other, and then turned against each other completely. We went to another place to rehearse, and a classmate of that team apologized to us. ! "After a while, one of our classmates also apologized, but they also ignored it. One of our classmates wants to pull the classmate who is apologizing back. I knew it would make a big deal, so I let the classmate who pulled people go back. Sure enough, when we got to the classroom, we told our classmates that we were wrong, and we tried our best to maintain it. The more I think about it, the more I feel wronged. I don't know when, tears have climbed up the corner of my eye, while other students.

Those students in the first program refused to accept it and cried. This is the first time that our class has encountered such an emergency. Whether we can overcome this difficulty depends on ourselves. We just sincerely apologize to them, but their doubts are so great. The classmate who apologized to us was rejected and called a traitor, saying it was an insult to them and made her cry! We don't want the teacher to know, and we don't want Class Two, Grade Five to know, but we can't untie this knot ourselves, because it is a dead knot, and it will only get tighter and tighter.

The matter is actually very simple, but the process is wrong, which leads to bad results and wronged tears. I know what it tastes like. It's the kind of sadness and injustice that others misunderstand and can't say. It's really not a good thing!

When I am wronged, I cry. When I succeeded in writing 600 words, I shed tears. In my golden childhood, there were both bitterness and sweetness. Sometimes, we cry because of regret and gratitude. But the most precious thing is a tear of success. I remember when I was in the second grade, my math grades were always so unsatisfactory. My mother has repeatedly tried to educate me, but I have been studying hard. One ear goes in and the other goes out. So every time I take it home, I still get a paper that disappoints her. I got a very unsatisfactory result in the math exam again. When I handed the paper to my mother, my mother scolded me and threw it on the ground. At that time, my nose was sour and tears swirled in my eyes, but I kept holding back and didn't let it flow out. I have experienced it. My hilarious laughter is less in the community, but my cadence of reading is more in the study. Almost every day, I study against time. Sometimes my parents call me, but I pretend not to hear and continue reading. Gradually, I like learning. Another exam is approaching, and I have not wasted my time. I actually got a hundred points in the exam, which surprised my classmates and teachers. At that time, I was surprised. My parents' praise makes me very happy. I shed tears at that time, and I left tears of success. I finally realized the taste of success. Through this incident, I understand that only the sweat of hard work will bring tears of success.

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I remember 10 years old, something happened that made me extremely wronged. I still remember it clearly ... On this day, my uncle came back from Shanghai and bought a suit for our three sisters. I have a beautiful skirt. I am very happy.

In the evening, I proudly wore this dress to my grandmother's house for dinner.

Everyone is talking about how my skirt looks good. I'm so proud. But just then, my sister waved her hand and poured a bowl of soy sauce on my new skirt. I was so shocked that I quickly stood up and shook my skirt. I am a little sad to see that this skirt can no longer be worn.

I looked at my sister. I can't see a trace of apology in her eyes. Instead, it seems to be saying to me: "Ha, what a suck! Who told you to steal my thunder! " I shouted angrily, "What are you doing? What a nuisance! " Mom interrupted: "Hey, hey, isn't it just a skirt?" Why are you so fierce? Don't scare your sister, really! ""she did it on purpose! " I retort.

"How did that happen? My sister is so young that she doesn't know anything. You are really a big sister, nothing like your sister. Why are you so small? " I couldn't beat my mother, so I had to shoot my sister. I scolded her a few words and she shed crocodile tears. My mother quickly persuaded my sister. This time, she widened her eyes and scolded me more severely: "Dandan, you are getting more and more ridiculous. Enter the room! " I ran into the room with grievances and slammed the door; "bang"

I threw my head on the bed, and tears welled up and flowed into the thick quilt.

I cried sadly, hoping that my mother would knock at the door, but I waited for a long time and there was no sound at all. My heart is broken and I don't care about anything. I feel very lonely now ... wronged tears Keywords: people in grade five often say that "men don't flick when they have tears", but I think "it's not time to be wronged".

Because I shed tears of injustice.

That day, my mother and I went to the seaside to set things up. Because the Chinese New Year was coming, I wanted to give gifts to others, but my mother said that I was too old for children to play with guns, so she didn't buy them for me. I remember that my mother bought someone a card that could be bought in a specific store that day, because I was very angry and said that I would hide the card. My mother believed it at that time, and I was angry with my mother, so she didn't believe it. When taking me to dinner, I sulked in the car. I lowered the seat a little, so my mother didn't see it when she came out of the restaurant. I thought I went to buy a gun myself. After walking in the restaurant for a long time without seeing it, I came to the car and told me to open the door when I was in the car. I opened it for her. My mother just wanted to call someone to come out and give him a card, but the card is gone. I was really stupid and ate coptis chinensis-I'm not sure. I said I didn't take it, but she insisted that I hid it for her. It's really a pity. You can't wash it if you jump into the Yellow River. But when my mother was angry, she found the card in my mother's schoolbag, and she knew the truth at once. But at that time, my heart was broken and I couldn't bring it back to life with good words. My mother said it was enough for me to buy a gun, but it was enough for me to get it. Can you tell me something about being wronged like me?

A sad thing about the criticism of grievances and tears. This composition has 400 words. Once, I was criticized by my teacher.

The final exam is coming, and the teacher asked us to review quickly.

I can't think of a thinking question in the math book, so please tell me about the best thinking question in our class.

Before he told me, he asked me to write down the correct formula of this question and then give me a reason slowly.

I was writing the formula that XX told me when XX came.

When he saw XX telling me the formula, he shouted, "XX is copying other people's homework!" " "I also wrote on the blackboard that I copied other people's homework.

My heart and spleen are full of praise and troubles, but I am anxious. I was afraid that he would misunderstand me, so I explained it to him at once.

But he didn't listen, only said that he believed what his eyes saw.

Then I turned around and ran to the teacher's office to report.

The teacher came and the students followed.

I'm getting more and more scared.

The teacher came up to me and asked sternly, "XX, did you really copy someone else's homework?" I said with grievance, "Teacher, I didn't. Please listen to me. I ... "I was just about to explain the situation to the teacher when XX came over and interrupted me:" Teacher, XX really copied it. I saw it myself and heard it! " After listening to his words, the teacher severely criticized me.

My classmates also laughed at me as a cheater and stopped playing with me.

I am alone.

At that time, I was so sad and wronged that I wanted to cry.

Why do they criticize me without listening to my explanation?

Write a 500-word composition with criticism, grievances and tears. There was only one second before class, and he came into the classroom panting. A discerning person can tell at a glance that he is too lazy to sleep, so he got up late. He hurried to his seat and put his schoolbag away. Hardly had he sat down when the group leader came to collect his homework. He took out a pile of homework from his schoolbag and looked for it one by one, but he couldn't find it several times in a row and quietly put it on his forehead. "The teacher asked him while correcting his homework." I didn't bring it. "He scratched his head embarrassedly." You students only cheat teachers. Why did you lie? "After listening to the teacher's criticism, he shed tears." "Don't forget to bring his exercise book this afternoon," said the teacher. He nodded, wiped his tears and ran out of the office quickly. He just wants to go home as soon as possible and bring his exercise book to the teacher to prove that he is not lying. Along the way, he blamed himself for not putting his exercise book in his schoolbag. He came home, rushed into the room and found it. "In the face of his mother's gentle tone, he couldn't control it any longer, and tears flowed down again. He told his mother all his grievances. Her mother smiled and said, "Never mind, she will help you explain." He smiled and nodded. After dinner, he came to school with his mother. Her mother proved to the teacher that he did do his homework. The teacher also apologized to him. He smiled, and his grievances were filled with laughter and smoke. ...

My eyes are like a camera. I always take pictures of things around me and imprint them firmly in my mind.

However, with the passage of time, many scenes have been forgotten by me, and only one thing is still fresh in my mind.

It was noon on a Sunday and my father went to work overtime again. My mother said to me, "I'm going to buy food." You are playing computer at home alone, and there is a "Huo Ying" USB flash drive in the study. Freeze! " "well.

"I readily agreed.

After my mother left, I rushed into the computer room and played computer happily ... About forty minutes later, my mother came back. I turned off the computer and went back to my dormitory to watch the storm of World War II.

Just when I saw the excitement, my mother stormed into the bedroom: "Li, what did you do while I was away?" "Play computer!" I continued to watch the storm of World War II and didn't notice my mother's face. My mother stepped forward, grabbed the storm of World War II, threw it on the bed and said, "Don't be stupid, you moved my flash drive, so dishonest, really!" " As I spoke, I pointed to the study and looked down my mother's finger. Sure enough, there is nothing.

"Really ..." Before I finished, two slaps fell on my face and I was in tears.

At this time, my father came back, asked why, smiled and said to my mother, "Didn't you put the U disk in your handbag?" Mom quickly opened the handbag, and when she saw it, it was a USB flash drive! "I stopped crying and said," Who is dishonest? " My mother quickly said, "I'm sorry.

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My family used to have a lovely kitten named "Nuo Nuo". 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. Nuo Nuo the kitten is playing alone. Nuo Nuo 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 reacted that Nuo Nuo accidentally broke the vase. I looked around, only Nuo Nuo was hiding in a corner, huddled up, as if he didn't want me to see it. I went over to Nuo Nuo and said. "Nuo Nuo" seemed to understand my words and nodded. Only then did I realize that the worst was 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.

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Here's the thing.

At noon that day, as soon as I stepped into the house after school, I felt that my home was full of strange breath. I walked into the bedroom a little uneasily.

Before I could figure out what was going on, my mother shouted at me, "Ran Ran, come out quickly. Did you take my money?" "Money? What money? " I asked (Ran) blankly.

"Ten dollars on the coffee table!" Mother raised her voice and the smell of gunpowder became stronger in the air.

I am also serious: "What money, I didn't take it!" "If you didn't take it, the money would grow wings and fly?" I don't know! I yelled at her hysterically.

The air at home suddenly solidified.

After a long silence, my mother's tone softened, but she (ta) still (naturally) decided that I took the money. She (ta) said to me with a "serious heart": "You are a student. Being an honest boy, it's not terrible for a person to make mistakes, but what I'm afraid of is that I can't change my mistakes ... "I squatted aside, covering my ears and repeatedly said," Bang! " As (Zhe) closed the door with a loud noise, I rushed into the bedroom and lay on the bed, tears falling silently.

There was a dead silence in the room, but it didn't take long for my mother to rummage through it, and it lasted for a long time, and finally stopped ... Then there was the sound of a spatula colliding and the "popping" of cooking food from the kitchen ... I cried silently and thought about my mother's ten dollars, which had a long history and was very uncomfortable in my heart.

My mother went shopping the other day and happened to see ten dollars on the ground. In fact, a few people saw it.

Mom hurried forward and got the money as soon as she bent down.

Hey ~ hey ~, mom is not happy to find ten dollars, but she moves quickly and she is not old. She almost snatched the ten dollars from others. She (ta) took the ten dollars as a symbol of her (ta) victory (youth), and now that the ten dollars are gone for no reason, she (ta) can't (zhe). But I really didn't take it. I am an honest boy! While eating, my mother said to herself awkwardly, "Actually, the money was originally picked up ... I picked it up and put it in my bag ... and then put it on the coffee table ... and then put it in my bag ... Hehehe ..." My mother giggled for a while, but when she saw that I didn't respond, she finally squeezed out a sentence awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Ran Ran, I remember wrong. Hey, hey, I stopped."

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The composition of 100, which was misunderstood and wronged in the third grade, is unforgettable so far. Everyone's life has joys and sorrows. They are like wonderful notes, which interpret wonderful life stories and enrich our lives.

What I still remember is that I was wronged that time.

When I was a child, I was lively and naughty, which left a bad impression on people, so people always suspected that I was responsible for doing bad things.

Over time, everyone got used to it.

One weekend, I was doing my homework carefully in my room.

Frolicking and cheerful laughter came from time to time outside the house.

Suddenly, there was a click, which cut the laughter, and then there was silence and silence.

I didn't care much, so I continued to do my homework.

Soon after, grandma ran into my room angrily and said in a questioning tone, "Did you break the flowerpot outside?" I was suddenly stunned and asked, "What flowerpot?" Grandma said, "Come with me.

"We quickly walked out of the room and came to the door.

I can't help being surprised.

I saw the flowerpot carved with Qinglong broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground, fertile soil overturned on the ground, a beautiful osmanthus tree lying quietly on the ground, several budding flowers knocked down, and the ground was a mess.

However, where have all the partners gone? The eyes shifted from the osmanthus tree to the neighbors, only to see the neighbors holding the fragments of the flowerpot regretfully, looking at the osmanthus tree and sighing helplessly in every way.

Grandma took me to my neighbor and motioned me to apologize with her hand. I looked back at grandma's firm face. I know this is indisputable, but I silently bowed my head and felt very wronged.

Grandma motioned to me again, and her kind face has become very serious at this time.

I reluctantly said "I'm sorry" and flew back to my room.

I didn't do it. Why should I apologize? Why did grandma insist that it was * * * without investigating the whole story? Does a person's temporary habit determine the result of a person's life? I tried to hold back my tears of injustice.

Sparrows chirping out of the window are singing melodies, and the wind is passing happily in my ear. It looks natural and unrestrained, but I am unaware of it.

It's been four years since this incident, and it's hard to find out the truth, but I'll never forget grandma's firm face that day, forever and ever …

The grievance of ten yuan dear mother: hello! Do you know that?/You know what? One day during the summer vacation, something happened.

Maybe you don't remember, maybe you still remember.

However, when you know the truth, maybe you will forgive me.

It was August 30th, the last day of summer vacation.

Of course, it will be your birthday in a few days.

On this day, I want to buy you a birthday present.

It happened that you weren't at home, so I went to the gift shop with ten dollars.

When I arrived at the gift shop, I chose from "10 yuan cabinet" and finally decided to buy you a photo frame: wooden, dark blue and white.

In the corner of the photo frame, there is a seagull standing on a stake, which is simple but not messy.

When I got home, I didn't expect you to come back

Your eyes are shining with anger, and some areas are cloudy to light rain.

"Where is the money?" You ask.

I bowed my head and said nothing.

Then you started talking about me. I said this is not good, that is not good.

I was so wronged that I wanted to cry. I really want to take out my present and throw it away.

I really regretted it at that time. I regret not buying a gift, and I was scolded for buying it.

But later, I still didn't do that, because this gift is for you. After all, it is a secret.

Now, I have finished telling the truth.

I hope you can forgive me after reading this letter, because I just want to give you a surprise.

Good luck with your work!

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