What saddens me most is that I wrote 150 words.

There are always many obstacles and obstacles on the road of life. We have experienced, experienced and tried. I still remember that hard deception, which made me realize the true meaning of life.

When I was a child, it was an innocent cradle of childhood and was loved by millions of people. I spent it when I was carefree. It was a summer afternoon, my parents were out, and I was the only one who stayed at home and piled wood. Pile up, pile up, build my future house again and again. Innocent children are full of leisure.

In the afternoon when everyone was asleep, someone knocked at the door. I rushed to the door and asked, "Who is it?" A woman outside the door said, "it's us!" " I asked again, "Who are you?" A man said, "Are your parents there?" "no!" "We are good friends of your parents and came to see you specially!" They spoke as if it were true. So I said, "Oh!" Let out a cry and opened the door. The woman quickly said, "Do you know your aunt and uncle?" I shook my head, and my aunt pulled me and said, "Let's go, my aunt will take you to play with toys!" " "

In the face of these two unexpected adults, I am particularly happy, because my aunt plays with toys and piles of wood, and I like this aunt very much. My aunt later said to me, "Did you have fun, little friend?" Aunt will come to visit you every day, okay? "I said happily," really? Great! " I asked again, "Aunt, where is uncle?" Aunt paused and said kindly, "Uncle is watching TV!" "Then why did he go to my parents' room?" As he spoke, menstruation's face changed and he said, "I'll go and have a look! " "

Out of the room, I heard my aunt say, "How much did you take?" Uncle said, "here is the passbook and cash!" " ""well, let's go! "So my aunt said to me," Little friend, my uncle and aunt are leaving. You can't tell your parents that we were here. Shall we come back tomorrow? " I nodded and looked at their bulging pockets in disbelief. Later I learned that it was my family's money. ...

That cheating experience made me see how insidious and deceptive life is. Everyone is different. I don't know if there are always defects behind the adult world. That kind of deception fills my heart with hard work and unforgettable pain.

The saddest thing is 450 words.

Life is a bar of chocolate. Since childhood, many things have happened, some happy, some sad, some unforgettable ... but so far, there is one thing that makes me most sad-that is, my little turtle is dead!

Last year, Aunt Huan gave me a little turtle. It is a Brazilian turtle less than two years old, and its back is covered with green coin-shaped patterns, which is very cute. It likes listening to music very much. Whenever the music starts, the little turtle crawls over and leans against the wall of the glass jar, listening motionless, fascinated.

Mother changes water for it every day. When the sun is shining, it will also be mentioned to let it bask outside. When the little turtle basks in the sun, I throw turtle feed into the glass jar. The little turtle is lazy, but at the sight of food, it becomes agile, eating grain by grain and eating quickly. I am very happy to see it eat so beautifully.

Later, the weather became colder and colder. The little turtle gradually stopped eating. In winter, I wrap the glass jar with a blanket to keep warm. But the little turtle is still sick. The shit it pulls out is no longer "mung bean", but a lot of white flocculent floating objects. The little turtle languishes day by day, and I look really uncomfortable.

Mother changed fresh light salt water every day according to the online introduction method to reduce the feeding times. Gradually, the little turtle is much better.

But my mother and I still don't know how to take care of the little turtle in the end. One day, my mother got up to see the little turtle. The little turtle's eyes collapsed and stopped opening. I plucked its limbs and it stopped moving. Only then did we know that the little turtle was dead.

If the little turtle hadn't come to my house, maybe the little turtle wouldn't have died. I am very sad. My father buried the little turtle under the tree in front of the door. How sad I am to think that I will never see you again!

What saddens me most is 800 words.

When I was a child, I came to Shanhaiguan from my hometown with the change of my parents' work. My grandfather, who still works in his hometown of Daxing 'anling, didn't leave any impression on me.

As I grew up day by day, my long-distance contact with my grandfather also increased. Since I can speak, grandpa has called or written to me every week, talked with me about life and study, and told me a lot of truth. Grandpa often says to me, "You should study hard and come with you when Grandpa retires." After a few years, all kinds of reading materials and electrical appliances bought by my grandfather almost filled my hut. My heart is always full of grandpa's warmth. I am grandpa's granddaughter, grandpa's darling.

According to people in my hometown, grandpa is a famous surgeon. He treated many dying patients, regardless of any cost, fame and fortune, and was highly respected in the local area. I think grandpa is a knowledgeable, amiable and respectable person, and I am particularly looking forward to meeting him. So every night I have to calculate the date of grandpa's retirement. I usually save pocket money to buy a small gift for grandpa, and design a small blueprint after grandpa comes.

However, I didn't hear the news that grandpa was coming, but I heard the bad news of his death when I was nine years old. I was so sad that I cried with my mother in my arms. We're going back to Daxinganling to see grandpa off. Sitting on the train, I am in a hurry. Like my parents, I didn't sleep a wink all night. I gave my grandfather a gift: two exercise books are in my arms, and I won't let go.

I finally came back to my grandfather. My grandfather was lying in the coffin, surrounded by many garlands. "Grandpa ..." I cried sadly, trying to wake Grandpa up with frequent crying. However, grandpa seemed very tired and fell asleep. He refused to open his eyes and made no noise. I knelt down to my grandfather, put my exercise book on his head and showed him my study page by page.

On the day of grandpa's funeral, my eyes were swollen with tears and my voice was hoarse. Many people came to see grandpa off, and the hospital compound and the road were crowded with people. I have been holding the coffin with my hand, trying to hold grandpa's hand tightly, for fear that he would leave me like this, but the hearse took grandpa away mercilessly, and he really left me. Sorrow tore my heart. ......

I fell ill that day because of excessive sadness. Mother said, "The child misses grandpa too much." . We really can't think of a way to mourn, so we have to borrow folk customs, tie a big color TV and a telephone with paper, and turn it into dust in front of my grandfather's grave who cares about national affairs and is willing to talk to me.

It has been more than three years since my grandfather died, but I still can't forget the day that broke my heart. Every day, I smiled softly in my heart and said to my grandfather, my heart hurts. ......

The saddest thing is 250 words.

In my growing experience, many sad things happened, but the most unforgettable thing was the death of my grandfather.

It was a summer evening when we suddenly received the news that Grandpa was seriously ill. When we rushed to grandpa's bed panting, no matter what we called, his old man's closed eyes never opened again. I saw the tears in the corner of my grandpa's eyes-I knew it was the tears of regret that grandpa couldn't look at me for the last time; Grandpa's mouth was half open-I knew it was his, and there were many things he didn't come and tell his relatives. At this time, the cries of adults drowned out my cries to grandpa.

Looking at grandpa's closed eyes, the past is vivid: every weekend, grandpa always stands at the gate looking forward to my return, and when I get off the bus, grandpa can't wait to get me something delicious; Grandpa himself is reluctant to spend money, but he always forgets to bring me some novelty gadgets every time he goes to a meeting. Whenever I get good grades in exams, my grandfather always gives me 35 yuan's reward to encourage me to study hard.

However, from then on, I will never see grandpa's kind and amiable smiling face again. Thought of here, I shed sad tears again.

The saddest thing is 200 words.

What saddens me most is not doing my homework and being criticized by teachers and parents. I remember that from the first grade, my homework was the most unsatisfactory to my parents. It's not that I don't want to write, but that I don't want to write because I feel useless after writing.

One day, I didn't finish my homework, and the teacher called me over. I can't help feeling a little scared. However, I still had the cheek to go over. It is conceivable that I was scolded by the teacher. Actually, it's nothing. Accustomed to being scolded. But the teacher actually called my parents to school, and they stood at the gate and said, "I must let him write well in the future!" " "I was so angry that tears flowed down, and I couldn't wait to find a place to disappear. I feel that my parents have worked so hard to provide me with education and support, and I should not repay them. I'm ashamed.

Since then, I have never failed to finish my homework, and my study is getting better and better every day. I won't let my parents worry about me anymore.