Wronged tears composition

In daily study, work and life, people often come into contact with compositions. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition "Tears of Grievance". Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Wronged tears composition 1 alas! what can I say? I was really wronged that time.

After school, I skipped home, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw my father sitting at the table with a calm face. "Come here." I think something is wrong when I look at it. Ah! I didn't expect my father to call me in such a low voice. At this time, my face was blue and my heart was pounding.

I walked slowly to my father's side: "Dad, did you call me?" Say that finish, also secretly caught a glimpse of dad. I saw my father frowning and staring at me.

At this time, I got goose bumps all over and shivered at once. I looked down as if my father was going to give a lecture.

"Let me ask you, where did you get my iPad?" God, my dad actually said that I took the iPad, which is really a great grievance. I don't know what to do at once. I'm just standing around. "Where did you get it?" Dad slapped the table hard when he saw that I didn't answer. Now I'm scared. "No ... no ... I didn't take it ..." My voice trembled and hesitated.

"You say, you didn't take who took it? Say it! " Dad is even more angry now. When I saw my father like this, I lied that I took it, but what about the iPad with thousands of dollars? Besides, I didn't take it!

"How can I ..." I just wanted to defend myself, but I got two slaps before I finished. I am very wronged! I never knew what crying was, so I ran to bed and cried, and my tears soaked the pillow towel. But who can tell me my grievance?

Dad! Please believe me, I didn't take this iPad! I want to find out everything before I get angry, okay?

Wronged Tears Composition 2 In my life, I shed a lot of tears: sad tears, happy tears, excited tears, moved tears ... However, there is one thing that is most unforgettable, which once made me shed wronged tears.

It was last summer vacation, and my cousin and I played chess at home. My cousin asked this and that in the competition, and I patiently guided him. However, my cousin lost in the competition. Unconvinced, he threw the big mirror beside him on the ground and it smashed to pieces.

Grandma heard the voice and quickly asked, "Who did it? That mirror costs more than 100 yuan! " My cousin quickly pointed at me and said, "He did it, he did it." Obviously, I can hear my cousin's voice tremble a little, which shows that he is afraid.

Grandma heard this and said to me angrily, "You have developed the habit of throwing things. I have raised you for nine years, nine years!" " "I glared at my cousin, who made a face at me.

I came to the room with grievances and couldn't help crying. Suddenly, I heard my cousin laughing outside, and then walked out of the door humming. My tears came out again.

There is nothing I can do about this cousin. He is so mean and dishonest that he is hopeless. For cousin's sake, I spared him.

Wronged Tears Composition 3 In our campus life, there will always be some interesting things, but there will inevitably be painful and wronged things. Listen to me. ...

Cloudless, sunny morning in Wan Li. My classmates and I were going downstairs to do exercises, but we said, "Ah!" Alarmed all the students. It turns out that this is the cry of the loud voice goddess Zhang Jingxian. Because Yang seems to have deliberately kicked her and retorted, but Yang swore! Yang really knows everything in our department. He seems to have scolded all the girls? Which girl can stand such abuse? Finally, I cried with a "wow". She is easily hurt, and she doesn't know what she will do in the future! We didn't take it seriously when we went downstairs to do exercises

As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw splashing water on Yang's seat with a cup. These water droplets seem to be wrapped in Zhang Jingxian's anger and hatred! Yang sat in his seat and made a butt full of water to "live up to expectations". But later, when I was tired of playing, just sitting in my seat, several boys next to me said, "Hey! There is water spilled by Yang on your seat! " I was shocked and touched my ass. The weather is very humid.

I asked Yang loudly, "Did you spill water on my seat? Did I annoy you? " He casually replied, "Who told you to splash water on my seat?" "You deserve it!" It turned out that he thought I spilled water on him. I explained it to him again, but he just didn't believe me and called names. I was so angry that I cried! In a rage, I told the class teacher. There will be no action on this matter.

In the afternoon, the last class is English. The teacher promised that we could play this class, so I went to ask the teacher if I could play, but the teacher scolded me again for this. I was wronged! I shed tears of injustice. ...

In my memory, I shed tears many times, and when I was happy, I shed excited tears; I shed sad tears when I was lost, and what moved me most was the tears of injustice.

That day, I bought a small Lego toy in a toy store. I took it to school and thought, "I'm going to show it off in front of my classmates today."

When I came to the classroom, my classmates were watching around my deskmate. I didn't know until I looked at it in the past that my deskmate bought the same Lego toy as me, and he was showing it to his classmates. I thought to myself, "it's boring if I take it out now." So I put Lego back in my schoolbag.

After a while, the self-study class was over, and I saw my deskmate loudly say to my classmates, "My Lego is gone, which one of you took my Lego!" "

So, the students went around to help find the "Lego" at the same table. When he found me here, a classmate saw my "Lego" and he robbed my toy.

I quickly said to him, "This is my Lego." The deskmate said loudly, "This is mine!" All the students looked at me with clear eyes, as if to say, "You are a thief."

I looked at everyone's eyes and felt very wronged, and tears could not stop flowing down. My deskmate immediately put my Lego in my schoolbag.

I cried all the time when I got home, thinking that the Lego I bought with my pocket money was taken away by my deskmate. I feel very sad! Just when I was depressed, my classmate called and said, "I'm sorry, I was so careless that I put your Lego in the pencil box." I'll pay you back tomorrow, please forgive me! " "

After listening to the phone, I felt as if I had put down a stone in my heart. I said, "Your carelessness led my deskmate to misunderstand me, but I forgive you."

This misunderstanding made me shed tears of injustice, but I forgave others, and I praised my tolerance in my heart.

Some people shed tears because of grievances, others shed tears because of being moved, but I shed tears because of this incident. Once there was a paper in the district, and I worked hard to complete the exam, hoping to do well.

After the exam, my classmates and I checked the answers together as usual. "Is the answer to this question 6?" "That's right." "The result of this problem is 105 tons, right?" "Exactly!" As we became more and more enthusiastic, I suddenly realized that I had made two mistakes. Alas! The excitement just flew out of the clouds for nine nights, and I thought to myself, this is over, and I can't get 95 points in the exam, so I have to go home for further training. Just then, the math teacher asked me to send the test paper to the office. When I was about to leave with a test paper in my hand, a classmate came over and whispered, "Brother, we both made mistakes in the same two questions. Let's change them together, shall we? " "We can't change it like this." "I beg you!" Finally, I couldn't resist his pleading, "OK, but I can only change one." After all, I left with him. On the way home, I felt very heavy. My heart is like a heavy stone. When I got home, my heart was still pounding, uneasy and restless. The heavy mental burden is unbearable for me. I finally got up the courage to tell my father about it. Hearing this, my father's face suddenly darkened and asked me, "Why did you do this?" I replied uneasily, "For 95 points." "But is it glorious?" Dad asked me sternly. I can't answer this time. I didn't earn this 95 points by my own efforts, but my tears began to swirl in my eyes. My tears began to fall like a broken pearl after all. I know this is a tear of shame and regret.

This time I cried for a long time, and my tears were deeply imprinted in my heart. It's been over a year, but I still remember it clearly. It sounded the alarm for my life, reminding me to be honest at all times!

Wronged Tears Composition 6 As soon as I came home from school today, my mother yelled at me: "Wei Wei, did you get 77 points in the exam?" I want to tidy up you. "

I suddenly feel puzzled. I didn't take the exam. My 20-year-old monk said strangely, "No, I took more than 90 exams, but I didn't take them after I passed the exam."

Mother said arrogantly, "Don't you dare refute, Xiao Gang told me everything. He got 99 points, and you got 77 points. Don't kneel for me! " "I still don't understand." Come on! ! ! ! "I didn't kneel. My mother slapped me down. " Go to Xiaogang's mother and see if you are cheating! "

My mother tugged at my ear and walked to Xiaogang's house. I suddenly shed tears of injustice: "mom, no, whoops, not me, whoops, ah!" Xiao Gang's mother said she didn't know. Then she went to the head teacher angrily. As soon as she saw the head teacher as if she had found a savior, she immediately said, "Teacher," my mother interrupted her before she finished, "Teacher, have you had an exam recently? Did my family get 77 points? I promised, you bad boy! "

"Stop, I haven't said. There is no exam recently, and my grades are very good! Still a class representative. " Xiaogang's mother knew the truth and slapped him. He took Xiaogang back. My mother comforted me and I was happy again.

Wronged tears composition 7 is sweet and astringent. What is that? It is tears, tears in people's eyes. It is the tears brewed by the joys and sorrows of people.

I still remember that it was a cold winter, and the room was comfortable with warm air conditioning. But I didn't know what happened later would make me cry for hours. "La la la, la la la." I am humming and holding a pen. I'm practicing pen writing. I hope my calligraphy is beautiful. I liked it at first sight.

At this time, my troubled brother suddenly broke in, and I thought, this time it must be bad luck. I must be unlucky where he is. Sure enough, my brother stood next to me and it was quite interesting to see my pen. He attacked me and reached for it. I dodged around, but I didn't give it to him. I said first, "Good brother, are you excellent? My sister has to practice pen writing. Can I give it to you when I'm finished? "

He just refused, and I ignored him and continued to practice calligraphy. I didn't expect him to get more and more excited. He picked up the pen and gave it a hard pull. I parked it on the side of the road and was about to leave with my handwriting. My brother suddenly rushed up, tore up the book and grabbed it. I hit him in anger. He burst into tears, and his father heard the news and asked what was going on. "The wicked complain first." The younger brother deliberately pretended to be very sad and said, "My sister bullied me. I borrowed a pen from her and she hit me." I made up my mind, "that's not true." But my dad was indiscriminate and hit me before I could react. I was really wronged. I explained to my dad that my dad didn't listen to me at all, thinking that I still refused to admit my mistake, so he added the crime to my brother and hit me several times. I thought my father came and could help me talk about my brother, but I helped my brother.

I wiped my tears, ran into the room and closed the door. My brother made a face at me. I thought to myself: Dad, I hate you. Tears can't stop flowing on my face, and tears of grievances are like rain. Because it's really hard for me, but I don't think we can be defeated by the villains, which will make people feel that the culprit is ourselves.

On Sunday morning, I suggested going to my grandmother's house. After mom readily agreed, we were ready to start. Before I left, I took the newly bought toy Transformers.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I couldn't wait to sit on the sofa and play with toys, and from time to time, I followed the music in my mouth to make them change into various postures. My sister stood by watching greedily, cheering from time to time. Just when I was interested, my sister snatched the toy from me.

I yelled at my sister, "Why did you rob my toy!" "I want to play too!" Sister rightfully shouted at me. "This is my toy!" "This is in my house!" "You are my nemesis!" What I said is terrible. At this time, my sister began to cry as if she had been wronged. Seeing her like this, I felt smug in my heart: "Hum, you robbed me and asked for it. You deserve it! " Just when I was getting carried away, my sister hit me a few times unexpectedly, but I didn't buy it. I gave it back twice on the grounds of the first step.

When my sister saw that she had suffered a loss, she "moved" her mother who had always been strict with me. As soon as my mother gained a foothold, she shouted at me loudly, "Why did you hit your sister?" "She hit me first!" "If you are a brother, why don't you let your sister go? Apologize to your sister and give your toy to your sister. " Looking at my mother's unexplained posture really hurts more than hitting me a few times. Suddenly, my disappointed tears "wow" flowed down. ...

I was still depressed until I got home. I really hope to see my sister less in the future.

Wronged Tears Composition 9 The tears I shed were happy, sad and sweet ... But this time I shed wronged tears for the first time.

Here's the thing. In that exam, I answered the paper with confidence and thought: It's so simple, I will get full marks, "shuashua shua", and the topic will be finished soon. A few days later, the test paper was handed out. It looks like 95 plus 10. I looked at the wrong question, calculated it five times in a row on the draft paper, and then looked at the paper at my deskmate. Our answers are exactly the same, but in different ways. I have some doubts, thinking: Is it the wrong method? Listen to the teacher after class! After a long rest, the class finally began. The teacher wrote two methods, and I did the second method. Then look at the unit and quantity, exactly the same.

After class, I went to the teacher to add the score back. The teacher said that the number you wrote was not like 40, but I looked left and right and it was 40. When I got back to the classroom, I showed it to the whole class and said it was 40. I gave it to an elderly teacher, who also said it was 40. After being certified by so many people, I said it was 40. It seems that I was right. So, I went to the teacher again and asked for the score to be added back. But the teacher insisted that "40" was not "40", and I was unwilling. Be tough and ask the teacher to add back the points. But the teacher wouldn't listen. During the argument, he waved and slapped me. Suddenly, I gave the teacher a bad look and rushed out of the office with grievances. Tears rolled in my eyes, and I was depressed. Hiding in the corner, I shed a few tears, and the more I think about it, the more wronged I am. Tears flowed down like a waterfall, and I didn't want to wipe them. I let them fall like beads, and my heart was full of grievances.

Several years have passed, and I have changed schools. At the thought of the beginning, I have some regrets. I shouldn't argue with the teacher about five points. I will never forget those wronged tears.

Wronged tears composition 10 tears 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!

Wronged tearful composition 1 1 I have a cousin who is overbearing and delicate. Once I got a balloon at my grandmother's house, and before I could play, my cousin made fun of me. I saw her jump on me and try to grab the balloon. At this critical moment, I turned and ran to the gravel road, and my cousin ran to me with her teeth bared behind her. So, we chased each other, chasing on the bumpy muddy path for a while and galloping on the overgrown field path for a while.

Suddenly, there was a bang behind me. Looking back, I gasped-oh, my God! Cousin is crying on the ground! It seems that she fell down while chasing me.

I helped her home in a panic. I just want to talk to my mother about my cousin. I didn't expect my mother to scold me when she saw my cousin fall: "Why are you such a sister?" Sister asks you for a balloon, so give it to her. Why did she chase you? Never think only of yourself ... "

"We were just having fun, and we didn't really grab the balloon. If we really caught it, the balloon would have exploded. " I couldn't help muttering something in a low voice.

"What a joke! Ok, play. What did you play? Fell down! Give the balloon to your sister! " Mom's words are beyond doubt.

Why should I give her my things? Actually, I'm only one month older than my cousin. For an instant, I felt deeply unfair. At that moment, I shed tears of injustice unwillingly.

Wronged tears composition 12 Every child will have a happy family. I am an excellent child, and people may think that I will have a harmonious family. However, the reality is always cruel, and God will never be satisfied. At this time, I want to tell my parents that your children are also fragile.

The cause of the incident may be caused by me and my brother. It seems that as we grow up, the relationship between mom and dad is getting worse. Now, it has reached the point of scolding when we meet. I think they may have thought that they are like a hammer, beating our young hearts. ...

That day, I was doing my homework, and my mother gently shouted, "Baby, it's time to eat!" " ! "I washed my hands happily and ran to the table. But I didn't know the nightmare was coming. I invited my father over for dinner, and I started eating first. After eating for about five minutes, my father came and the "tragedy" was about to be staged. As soon as Dad sat down, he said angrily, "Just a few dishes [cabbage and cabbage]?" Mom said casually, "yes, what's the matter?" How many more dishes do you want? "At this moment, I realized that something was wrong. Dad is angry. " What did you say you did well? The food was so scarce that the children didn't take care of it. You said you were a mother! "My mother was angry, too, and said fiercely," When will I stop working hard? How long did I rest? "? " The more they scold, the more fierce they become. Dad said loudly, "You talk back!" Mother scolded angrily: "What's the matter? What if I go back? This is called an answer! " I can't bear it any longer. Suddenly my eyes were wet and my cheeks were scratched. Suddenly, the ghost cried wolf at home. Tears fell on the dining table drop by drop. I don't want to dry it and stop crying, because I want tears to tell my feelings, and I want tears to stop them. But it always has no effect ...

Such a scene was deeply engraved in my heart and became a pain that I never dared to recall.

Wronged tears composition 13 has never been so wronged, tears will fall as long as you say one more word.

I tried hard not to let it flow, because I knew I was so strong, but today, I feel that all my strength has disappeared. I watched so many people crying unscrupulously, turning all my grievances into tears and letting it flow. It has flowed into my heart, and the form below the surface is irrelevant.

Half a month's time, half a month's time passed quickly. Looking at the thick book in my hand, I can cry inexplicably, not to mention all the stories are interpreted together. How can I end this mess? I have nothing to vent except tears.

After crying, I feel much better. Really, if tears are a virus, a few cries will be thoroughly cleaned up and will not breed and spread. It will only leave ugly scars.

These tears are mixed with many emotions, some of which are unspeakable. Crying plays will think about many things, which have passed away, exist in reality and in the distant future. The more unbalanced, the louder and the more wronged. Every time I think of wishful love, I will cry silently, think of injustice at work, I will cry silently, and I will cry when I think of the injured friendship with my friends. I usually cry for these three grievances.

There is only one reason for crying. Your efforts have not been recognized. No one pays attention to your silent efforts. I remember a friend who was very kind to me and thought of everything for me. Suddenly one day, he said something irritably, which I have always kept in mind. My efforts were not recognized. Yes, because I silently said something that was not affirmed by others, did I make myself cry?

I think what I paid was that others didn't understand and agree with me, so I felt wronged and shed tears. At that time, the psychological distortion was high, and I couldn't control my emotions, so I cried first.

While typing, I cried. In the end, my mood improved obviously. It's no big deal to think about it. Living in this world, grievances are inevitable and inevitable, that's all. Forget it.

Wronged tears composition 14 I cried because I was wronged by my classmates and the teacher didn't listen to my explanation.

It was a sunny morning and I walked to school with my schoolbag on my back. The birds twittered to greet me, the grass nodded to me, the willow waved to me, the sun shone warmly on me, and the breeze gently stroked my face. I came to the classroom with a happy mood, took out my books and read the text aloud. At this time, the teacher went out and the students saw that the teacher had left. The classroom exploded. Some students are talking about games, some students are talking about some interesting things ... at this time, the teacher came and the students got it done in an instant. There was silence. I raised my hand and told the teacher, "Li wants to talk to the students behind me all the time." And he retorted to me and said, "You still report me? Just like you didn't speak yourself. " "I didn't say ..." "You two get out!" The teacher said angrily. I had to walk out of the classroom angrily.

The teacher came over and said, "Which one of you spoke?" "He!" We said the word almost at the same time and pointed at each other. "You two go back and copy a text each!" The teacher said angrily.

I had to go back to the classroom silently. I really want to scold Li Xiang. I didn't make it clear, but he wronged me.

After school, I was walking on the road and it began to rain, damn it! I didn't bring an umbrella, and the wind blew on my face like a knife. ...

I was really angry and shed tears of injustice. It's really hard to feel wronged.

Before my brother was born, my parents loved me very much, but since my brother was born, all this has changed, and my parents love my brother more.

No matter what my brother does, my parents say that my brother is right. When my brother was born, I thought he was cute, but my parents spoiled him. He often bullied me.

Once I was doing my homework. Suddenly, my brother took my pen, so I asked for it back. He was very unwilling, so he punched me hard on the back. At this time, I was very, very angry and punched him on the back, but only gently. My mother saw it, taught me a lesson and slapped me. At that moment, I shed tears. I cried very sadly. I felt very wronged, so I hid in my room and wept alone.

I thought: Why do mom and dad like their younger brother better? Why do you prefer boys to girls? Why do you despise your daughter? Don't adults nowadays know the truth of equality between men and women?

I hope mom and dad don't despise their daughters. I love my parents very much, but my parents don't care about me at all now. How I hope to get their love! But I don't know how long it will take.