I'll tell you a secret composition

I have told you the secret of my heart without reservation. I don't know what you think. Would you please tell me? The following is my collection. Let me tell you a secret composition. I hope it helps you!

Chapter 1: I'll tell you a secret. Let me tell you a secret. It will start in two years. It happened to be winter. One night, my dad's friend invited me to a restaurant for dinner, and I went with him. In the restaurant, I eat and drink, drink and eat seafood. I am as happy as when I eat. I feel so full that I can't eat for the rest of my life, and I can't hold anything in my stomach. When I got home, I went to bed without washing my face. In the afternoon 12, I found that the sheets were hot and wet. I turned on the light and looked at them. No, I wet the bed.

What should I do? If my parents find out, they will laugh at me. Oh, what should I do! At that time, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, running around. With it, I had a brainwave and thought, by the way, wouldn't it be nice to pour the water from the thermos on the bed? Thinking of this, I immediately poured water on the bed. The next day, I pretended to be angry and asked my mother, "Mom, what's the matter? The hot water bottle is aging, is the water leaking out? Really! " Mom listened to the answer: "No way! This hot water bottle was just bought this year! "

My mother didn't believe it at first. Later, she came to my bedside and saw that there was really a warm and humid place. She said, "Then buy another one!" In this way, no one found this secret, and I also protected my "reputation"! This is my secret, a secret that makes me shy.

Chapter 2: Tell you a secret. I have a little secret in my heart. I don't want others to know, but don't feel bad. I really want to talk to someone about the secret in my heart. I have a little secret in my heart. I don't want others to know, but don't feel bad. I really want to talk to someone about the secret in my heart. I have a little secret in my heart. I don't want others to know, but don't feel bad. I really want to talk to someone about the secret in my heart. Then, I thought of you because you are my trusted good friend. We tell everything, don't you think?

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I was in a bad mood for only a few days because I broke my father's favorite vase at home. That is the vase that my father bought last year. It's beautiful. But the day before yesterday, my brother and I were playing at home. While we were having fun, we were suddenly startled by a loud noise. It's just that I found many vases and fragments behind me. I quickly picked up a piece of debris and took a closer look. Ah, it turned out to be dad's favorite vase. I panicked and thought: What a disaster! What a disaster! I broke my father's child. What am I supposed to tell him? At this time, my father happened to come home from work and bumped into this scene. The expression on his face became serious and he said angrily, "What's the matter? Why did my vase fall to the ground? " Just when I panicked, I heard the kitten's cry. "I said to my father, ... that's our kitten ..." I knew that if this was really caused by our joking, my father would be furious, so I put the blame on the kitten. But dad hates the kitten now and wants to send it away. What shall we do? The kitten is my good friend. It has been with me for two years. I can't bear it. What should I do?

I have told you the secret of my heart without reservation. I don't know what you think. Would you please tell me?

Chapter 3: I'll tell you a secret. I have a long-hidden secret in my heart. This secret not only hurt my friendship with that classmate, but also hurt my heart.

I remember one day, I saw my classmate bought a composition book, so I sincerely asked her to borrow it, and she lent it to me without hesitation. I took my composition book back to my seat and read it carefully. I suddenly found that the last page of the composition book had the inspiration for soliciting contributions. I just wanted to tear it down, but I felt embarrassed to be seen by my classmates. I want to find a suitable opportunity to start.

Here comes the opportunity. There was a festival in physical education class that day, and I took the opportunity to run upstairs and look around. Finding no one, I crept to her seat, secretly found her composition book, turned to the last page, and carefully tore it up for fear of leaving clues behind. After I got the "baby", I hid it in the most hidden place. Then I immediately went downstairs and pretended to play with my classmates. Somehow, I'm not happy. After class, my classmates ran over with a composition book and asked me if I had seen the inspiration on the last page of the last essay. I said "no" calmly, but that classmate didn't believe me and rummaged around in my schoolbag. I just stood there with my heart pounding and my face flushed. She finally found the paper and waved it in front of my eyes. Suddenly I feel that there are many pairs of eyes staring at me around, and I wish I could open a crack in the ground so that I can get in.

From then on, we met like strangers. I really don't want to lose this friendship. I want to say to her: "I'm sorry!" " Please forgive me. "