Cuowei composition

No matter in school or in society, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my carefully organized grievance composition for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The taste of injustice composition 1 Everyone has joys and sorrows in the process of growing up. Just a few weeks ago, I often felt wronged in my life.

There was an exam in the class that day and the classroom was quiet. Everyone takes the exam very seriously. "He Chang, He Chang, let's play shuttlecock!" At this moment, a voice came from Xu Zhilin's seat. I looked up at He Chang, and saw He Chang immediately put down his pencil, smiled and entered their two-person world with Xu Zhilin. I didn't tell the teacher, but silently bowed my head and thought they should shut up for a while. After that, their voice was really "they grew taller in the spring breeze." . The noise is getting louder and louder, and I didn't bother the teachers. I just told them not to talk with my eyes, which is not good for myself and affects other students. Then whatever it was, I turned a blind eye. What bothers me is that they threw shuttlecocks at my head. I was so angry that I picked up the shuttlecock and complained to the teacher. Who knows a journey appeared on the way-he wanted to take the badminton away. I grabbed his forehead with one hand and the evidence with the other. When Xu Zhilin saw that he couldn't catch it, he even tried to bite my badminton player with his mouth. In desperation, I had to leave the evidence and run away. The teacher saw it and took all our papers. I tried to keep the tears from flowing out of my eyes, thinking, what's wrong with me? The teacher wanted to take away the test paper and finally class was over. I went to the teacher with tears and said something. The teacher didn't listen and said, "Forget it, take the test paper and write it for me." I finished it quickly and handed it to the teacher. The teacher asked inexplicably, "Then why did you go back later?" I told the teacher what happened in detail, and finally, the teacher finally figured out what was going on.

Ah! I'm really wronged this time. Fortunately, the truth finally came out.

What happened yesterday really made me feel wronged.

Yesterday at noon, when my brother and I were alone at home, we decided to surprise the adults-come out of the cupboard and cook them a big lunch. Action is better than action. My brother and I turned on the gas, put on our aprons and got everything ready. The first course-apple pie, let's start with something fresh! Cut the apples, pour the oil into the pot, add the apple strips, fry for a while, add some water and cook for a while. My brother and I put apple pie on the plate. Unfortunately, the first course didn't seem to be very successful. My brother and I have been encouraging ourselves. After all, this is the first time to come out. Failure is the mother of success! The next dish is more delicious than the last one. In a short time, all five dishes were ready. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, my brother and I are so proud! Oh! Just wait for the moment when mom comes home.

At noon, mom and aunt arrived home. As soon as I entered the door, I saw five dishes on the table, and the kitchen was filled with thick fumes. What do they seem to understand? The smile faded from mom and aunt's face bit by bit, and slowly changed from surprise to anger. Aunt said first, "Why are you so naughty? What's not funny? Do you know how dangerous gas is for cooking? " As soon as I saw that the situation was not good, I immediately lowered my head, rubbed my skirts with my hands, and my speech became stuttering. Mother used her housekeeping skills and said loudly, "Who the hell are you?" My brother and I were driven into the room to reflect!

Looking at the angry adults, suddenly, my eyes were covered with transparent tears and my mouth was salty and astringent. I finally understand what "grievance" is.

Everyone has been wronged, and of course I have been wronged. Let me tell you something about what I have suffered!

It was the summer vacation of grade three. I went back to my hometown and stayed at my aunt's house for a few days. One day my aunt went to work and said to me before she left, "Remember to take good care of my brother." I said, "promise to take care of my brother." After menstruation left, I woke up my brother. I fed him. After changing diapers, I go to do my homework. My brother is playing with his toys. Suddenly I heard my brother chirping as if he were going to cry. I quickly carried him to the computer and turned it on to show him cartoons. The cartoon looks very good. My brother danced for a while. ...

Suddenly, I heard a bang, so I went to have a look. It is useless for me to restart the computer because it is black. What should I do? What shall we do? I remember being like ants on hot bricks, thinking, "This is terrible, my aunt is going to educate me again." But I didn't break it, so I don't care about my business! I went to do my homework again. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door outside. My face suddenly became very hot and my heart beat faster. I'll get the door. It's my aunt. She asked, "How is my brother?" I stammered, "very ... very ... good." When my aunt came into the room, I thought she was going to educate her brother, but she shouted, "Come here!" " "My aunt said," What's with the computer? " I said, "My brother broke it." My aunt said angrily, "you still argue, my brother is so weak!" How can I move my computer? "She asked me to go to my room to reflect. I was so wronged that I cried and thought, "Why is Aunt so abnormal today? "Why don't you listen to my explanation? Of course, I also blame myself, because I didn't take good care of my brother, and I caused everything. At this time, my brother came over and saw me crying and said to me, "My brother's computer was broken by me!" " "Hear this sentence. Like grasping at straws, I rushed to my aunt and said loudly, "Aunt! My brother admitted that he dropped the computer! " My aunt said to me apologetically, "I can't compare, my aunt is wrong about you!" " "I said generously," it doesn't matter! "

Look! This is my grievance.

What happened yesterday really made me feel wronged.

Yesterday at noon, when my sister and I were alone at home, we decided to surprise the adults. My sister and I discussed it for a while, and finally decided to make a big lunch. After the discussion, we took action immediately.

First course, fruit platter. We first bring all kinds of fruits, cut them into pieces, and then put them in various patterns on the plate. We spelled a kitten, but it didn't go well, and the spelling was stagger. But we are not discouraged. After all, this is the first time to cook. Failure is the mother of success!

Next, it is to burn potatoes. Let's cut the potatoes first, and then turn on the gas to start. How difficult it is to cook this dish! My sister and I worked hard for a long time and finally got it. We were exhausted.

Next, the food is getting more and more delicious. After eating five dishes, I was greatly relieved. Finally, all the dishes were eaten. When we took out all the dishes, we watched TV as if nothing had happened. When mom and dad came back, we smelled the fragrance as soon as we entered the door, and then we saw five dishes on the table. We know what happened. The smile on our faces immediately turned into an angry expression. Mother said first, "Why are you so naughty?" When I saw the situation was not good, I lowered my head and was tongue-tied. My sister and I were both driven into the room to reflect.

Looking at the angry adults, suddenly, my eyes were covered with a layer of transparent tears, which finally flowed down. My mouth is still salty, and I feel like being strangled by a rope. I can't breathe and I can't earn. I finally understand that it is "grievance".

Uneven taste composition 5 There are many beautiful memories in my long memory, unforgettable, sad and happy. What impresses me is what is injustice.

I remember that it was the last 12 day of the third summer vacation. My nephew came to my house and my father went out to do business. Suddenly, my classmate called me and said, "What is the summer homework? I am sorting out my homework these days. " . Really, when I was telling my classmates my homework. I just didn't look at him, so he took the opportunity to take my watercolor pen to the living room and scribbled on the calligraphy that my dad bought for 800 yuan. Moreover, less than 20 days after my father bought the calligraphy works, I called him after the phone call. I don't know what he is doing. He is tired of calligraphy and painting and goes to play with my toys. When I went, I just scribbled on calligraphy works. I thought to myself: Dad must criticize people again when he comes back. I immediately cleaned the marker on the floor. Just then, my father came back. He looked at the calligraphy works he bought, and then he saw the watercolor pen in my hand. Finally, he shouted at me angrily, "My brother is so old, why are you still following two or three years old?" What about the appearance? I really don't cherish the fruits of my daily efforts. "I said," this is my nephew. I'm just helping him with the marker. "Dad was so angry that your face turned red and said," You still lie. Your nephew is obviously playing with toys. How can you doodle? Where are the calligraphy works I bought? " I added, "He didn't go to play until he finished painting. "Dad refused to admit my death, only dragged me into the room to reflect and refused to let me eat. I thought to myself: when dad saw me, he guessed it was me. It's not true, damn little guy. Just don't change it. But he denied it. Think again: doesn't dad love me very much? Usually delicious food is reserved for me. When I am sick, I always accompany me patiently and take care of me. I failed the exam. Comfort me. Why did you do this to me today? The more I think about it, the more I don't understand. I'm really wronged.

My grievance was caused by my nephew. I hope my father knows the truth as soon as possible. Because this injustice tastes bad.

Memories are like a long beach, and those precious experiences are shining shells on this beach. Whenever I recall my past, I always pick up this unique shell, savor it and experience it carefully. ……。

This is a special experience; One afternoon, a fierce quarrel broke out in our family. Here's the thing. In the afternoon, my mother found that twenty yuan was missing from her purse. She criticized me severely for suspecting that I had taken the money secretly. I was so angry that I argued loudly, "It wasn't me. You shouldn't doubt me." My mother also raised her eyebrows and said, "Who is it, not you?"? Did the money fly away by itself? " I am very indignant. My hands clenched tightly into fists, my teeth creaked and tears overflowed from my eyes. I argued loudly, "I'm not that kind of person at all!" " I have never stolen your money, neither before nor now. "Mother's eyes are red. She sighed and said, "Ding Er, money is a trivial matter. In fact, I'm afraid you'll get into this bad habit! This will have a great impact on your future life ... "After that, I sat on the sofa and cried softly, and my heart softened. Stop arguing and sit on the sofa silently. At this time, my father came back and saw us like this. He asked with concern, "What's the matter? We told him what happened. He said, "I took the twenty dollars and left in a hurry without telling you ..." Hearing these words, I really wanted to shed tears of injustice when I heard that I was proved innocent.

It's been a long time, but I can't forget that experience. I made it into a special shell and put it on the beach in my memory, so that it can be remembered and experienced as a special experience.

Today, I opened the dictionary again and searched for the meaning of "grievance" again. I remember before, what I saw was just literal; Today, I have an unforgettable understanding: it is not a simple meaning, because I have tried.

I remember the other day, my brother and I were playing in bed. Looking at his fleshy face, I had an idea. So, I decided to let him ride the merry-go-round. Who knows, my brother was in close contact with the hard wall when he was not careful.

"Wow-"My brother opened his mouth and began to cry loudly. His fleshy face is like a frosted eggplant. I thought: He likes ice cream. I can coax him with ice cream. Just as I was about to take it from the refrigerator, my mother rushed over-

"What did you do?" Mother was so angry that she quickly picked up her brother. After lecturing me, I kept saying, "You must have done it." While comforting my brother, I said, "Don't cry, don't cry-be good …" I tried to explain, but she ignored me. When I looked at my brother, my mother lost all her anger just now.

I suddenly felt very wronged and shouted, "why are you so kind to your brother?" Can't I be an equal with him? " "You have reason, but you are here, or did I do it? Don't give me homework yet. " Mom, another lion roar.

I suddenly felt a sense of loss and walked step by step to the study, as if I had lost something. Sitting in a chair and picking up a book, I thought for a moment: why did my mother collect this thing from me? I think she's just partial. Finally, I lost control and dropped the book on the table. I feel the grievances and dissatisfaction in my heart, just like lava spewing out of a volcano.

"Eccentric! Eccentric! " As if cursed by a spell, my mind went blank and I kept repeating this sentence in my mouth, as if this word was the only one left in my vocabulary.

My heart is as cold as cold water. This is the first time I have tasted unfairness.

In life and study, sometimes I am excited to overcome a difficult problem, sometimes I am moved by my friends' help, and sometimes I am excited by a hard-won victory ... Life is a condiment, full of various flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. However, the taste of injustice is unpleasant!

That night, after I finished my homework in my mother's shop, I came across a piece of news when comparing my mother's mobile phone with the school newsletter: Attention! This bloodsucking moth appeared in Europe! Not a rare species! It looks really scary!

I'll check my homework first, and then hurry back to that page. Pick it up and go to your mother and say, "Mom! I saw a piece of news and I read it to you ... "Before I finished reading it, my mother shouted at me," Stop it! Stop it! Just say you're playing with your mobile phone! Go, go, go! "

I am at a loss: I didn't do anything wrong! I went up to defend myself. Before I could speak, my mother said, "Go, go, leave me alone!" " "I'm so wronged, tears fell unwillingly and fell to the ground drop by drop. I ran upstairs, picked up my schoolbag and went home.

After about ten minutes, my mother called and said, "I'm sorry, it was my fault before, because someone came to buy something before and tried for a long time but didn't want anything." I was really angry at the time! " You came up to talk again, didn't you hit a gun? Isn't it? However, now the man came again, bought two pieces and left. I was wrong before, I'm sorry! "

I said, "Never mind, never mind, I don't care." But the heart is extremely wronged: it is normal for people's customers not to buy things, and there is no need to be angry! Still mad at me, I didn't do anything wrong, alas!

Although life is made up of such dribs and drabs, life has changed a lot in this way, but after all, it is wronged, no matter who is uncomfortable!

I don't know if you have experienced the kind of grievances that are bitter in acid and salty in bitterness. It's really unpleasant, alas, alas ... I don't want to go through it again, but it's too uncomfortable! The person who wronged me for the first time will definitely make you confused and surprised! That is-the teacher. You don't believe this answer, do you? Yes, how can it be a teacher? How can I be wronged by such a sacred and pure teacher image? Let me tell you something. ...

I remember once, I forgot my homework. I was called to the office by the teacher. I wanted to bring my homework tomorrow, but I didn't expect the teacher and I to think two different things, and there was a situation of "making a mountain out of a molehill". "Yang, where is your homework?" The teacher asked loudly as if she were the boss. I dare not say anything more. I said with shame, "I forgot, I forgot to bring it …" But the teacher didn't give up and smiled coldly. "I forgot? ! Find a reason not to find a better one? I don't know about your students. Thought you forgot your homework! Students like you really don't have to worry. They don't even do their homework. Yes ... "Hearing the teacher's cold and heartless questioning words, my eyes were moist and I left the teacher's office in a hurry, feeling weak and tired all day.

I don't know why the teacher looks at me like this. Although she is a new teacher in our class and doesn't know us well, she can't break my heart like this. Teacher, I don't hate you, I don't hate you, because I know you don't understand my nature, but I don't want you to wronged me like this next time, okay?

The taste of injustice is really hard!

The taste of injustice composition 10 I remember that time many years ago, when I was in kindergarten, I was wronged by my teachers and classmates and tasted the unforgettable taste of injustice.

At that time, Mr. Wang was having a class. I had an awkward conversation with my deskmate. She insulted me. When I was young, I got angry and felt there was a big fire behind me. She kept talking. I broke out, grabbed her tender arm like a hungry wolf and took a bite. The sound of the deskmate shocked the whole class.

Teacher Wang immediately bounced out of his chair and popped out a string of what's wrong! What's wrong! , ran to her. The face is full of horror, and the wrinkled brow reveals some fear and anxiety. The teacher immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her away from me, as if the child had fallen into the wrong hands to save the child.

While holding my deskmate's bitten arm with his left hand, the teacher sighed on his right hand, wiped the red and deep tooth marks up and down for a while, then squatted down close to the deskmate's face full of tears because of too many tears, and wiped the string of bean-sized tears at the deskmate with his thumb. I only heard the sound of my deskmate sucking her nose hard and the tenderness that Teacher Wang made me yearn for at the same time.

The classmates also lived at the shaky deskmate outside the third floor, and everyone gave her a comfort with a kind of love and concern in her eyes. Even the former girlfriends stroked the back of the same table with one hand and handed the paper towel with the other. Several people frowned and looked down on me, half-cocked their heads, glanced at me with an expression of disgust, muttered various words, said a few words and shook their heads like adults, as if I were an inferior villain.

Why! Why! Why! Obviously, she said me first. Why do you want to put all the responsibility on me? Why do you want me to take the blame? It's not fair!

Now that I think about it, I was wrong to bite my deskmate's hand, but I was too impulsive. But at the same time, I also hope that teachers and classmates will not isolate me from unknown so. The taste of being wronged is really uncomfortable!

The taste of injustice composition 1 1 Whenever I block the ground, something always flashes in my mind. What is this? Yes, that's what wronged me! do you want to hear it ? This started in my second grade. ...

When I was in Grade Two, my teacher told me that Zhong Zheng and Chen Zhong stayed to sweep the floor. I was sweeping the floor when I suddenly felt thirsty and my schoolbag ran out of water, so I said, "Hey! I'm going to buy a bottle of water, you sweep it first! " Just then, Zhong Zheng said, "I'll go with you!" Chen nodded. With that, we left.

When buying water, I saw an old woman who was inconvenient to walk waiting for the green light to cross the road. I said, "Zhong Zheng, you go back first, and I'll help grandma cross the street and walk back!" " "Zhong Zheng nodded and went back. Then, I helped my grandmother across the street and ran back like a gust of wind, but when I returned to the classroom corridor, I found the door closed. I quickly opened the door, took my schoolbag and left. At this time, Chen Zhong came out of nowhere and pouted unhappily and said, "You must have gone out to play and forgot to sweep the floor!" "Chen Zhong's angry tone made me a mute who couldn't say anything. Everything she said knocked on my body and mind and made me tremble. I didn't answer. I held back the tears that had been in my eyes and ran home at once.

The next day, many students pointed at me, and I began to wonder: Did I make a big mistake? At this moment, Chen Zhong came over, her hands rested on her hips, and said more angrily, "Hum, do you know what happened yesterday?" I explained anxiously, "No, actually I …" You are really a daffodil-you played dumb and ran away yesterday, didn't you? "Chen Zhong interrupted me. I thought to myself: it's over, and jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it! At this time, my good friend Zhong Zheng stood up and said, "Cheng Berlin has gone to help grandma, and I can testify!" "So Zhong Zheng explained the ins and outs of things again. When Chen Zhong heard this, he quickly apologized to me, and my grievance was immediately solved.

Whenever I think of it, I always feel sad. It turns out that the taste of injustice is really hard!

The taste of injustice composition 12 "Ding" class is over. I went to the toilet with Qilu, but we didn't expect what happened later to surprise me.

After class, the teacher walked into the classroom, glanced at the whole class and said, "class!" " "As soon as the voice fell, the monitor shouted," Stand up! " The students said in unison, "Hello, teacher!" The teacher nodded and said, "Please sit down! "

As soon as I sat down, I heard someone crying: "Boo hoo, Teacher Shi, my pants are wet ...". I thought: Who is crying? Turning my head, I saw that it was my deskmate Chen Dongni. Some students in the classroom began to laugh quietly.

"What's the matter, dong-? Students, what are you doing? " The teacher said with a frown. There was silence in the classroom for about a minute, only to hear the always quick-talking voice say, "Teacher, this must be Li. After class, I saw her and Qilu drinking water at Chen Dongni's house. They must have spilled water on Chen Dongni's stool! " My nose is crooked with anger. "You are talking nonsense. I obviously went to the toilet with Qilu during the break, and you ... ""Okay, okay, Li, stop arguing. You said you and Qilu went to the bathroom. Who saw it? " The teacher told me discontentedly. "Teacher, you can ask Wang Ting! She knows when we went. " I confidently pointed to Wang Ting. Who knows, Wang Ting stood up, looked at me apologetically, and then whispered to the teacher, "Tell the teacher that I … I didn't … see it." Oh, my God, what's going on? !

Zhang Yibo looked at me with gloating eyes, and the classroom was full of voices of discussion. I was so angry that tears rolled in my eyes and I was about to rush out of the bank. You know, I am very wronged!

The last thousand words of review fell on me. Why is this happening? Who spilled water on Chen Dongni's bench? This incident really made me feel wronged!

Memories are like a long beach, and those precious experiences are shining shells on this beach. Whenever I recall my past, I always pick up this unique shell and carefully taste and experience it. ...

This is a special experience; One afternoon, a fierce quarrel broke out in our family. Here's the thing. That afternoon, my mother found that 20 yuan was missing from her purse. She criticized me severely for suspecting that I had taken the money secretly. I was so angry that I argued loudly, "It wasn't me. You shouldn't doubt me." Mom also raised her eyebrows and said, "If it's not you, who is it?"? Did the money fly away by itself? " I am very indignant. My hands clenched tightly into fists, my teeth creaked and tears overflowed from my eyes. I argued loudly, "I'm not that kind of person at all! I have never stolen your money, neither before nor now. " Mom's eyes are red, too She sighed and said, "Ding Er, money is a trivial matter. In fact, I'm afraid you will get into this bad habit! This will have a great impact on your future life ... "Say that finish, sitting on the sofa and crying gently, my heart is also soft. Stop arguing and sit on the sofa silently. At this time, my father came back and saw us like this. He asked with concern, "What's the matter? We told him what happened. He said: "I took the twenty dollars and left in a hurry without telling you ..." Hearing these words and hearing that I was acquitted, I really wanted to shed tears of injustice happily.

It's been a long time, but I can't forget that experience. I made it into a special shell and put it on the beach in my memory, so that it can remain in my memory as a special experience.

14 in the afternoon, the sun hangs in the sky, scattering the sunlight evenly on the earth, gentle and bright. Shi Yiyou and I went to learn to write.

During the break, I lied to her that there was something interesting in front of her. She stood up, looked around and found nothing. I looked at her puzzled and curious, and then covered my mouth and snickered. Shi Yiyou saw me like this and realized that I was teasing her, so he sat down in a panic.

1 of "bang", Shi Yiyou sat down on the ground. It turned out that Chen Zhilai secretly moved the chair when he stood up. She quickly stood up, touched her ass and said to me, "I don't know how proud you are to go home!" " "

When I got home at night, she whispered something in her mother's ear, only to see her eyebrows knit and her sharp eyes stare at me like an owl, which made me sweat all over. I thought: it's over, it's over. Shi Yiyou must have told his mother about this afternoon. It is strange that he is not scolded now. But then I thought: I just played a joke on her, but it doesn't matter. It's none of my business that she fell. Forget it, forget it, let's run. I was about to turn around when my mother shouted, "Stop."

I slowly turned my head. Mother asked sharply, "why did you bully your sister in writing class?" Doesn't it hurt when she falls to the ground? " Is there a girl like you? Really ... "I'm really dumb to eat coptis chinensis-I can't tell you how bitter it is. I didn't play tricks on her." My mother's sharp eyes seemed to read my mind, and then she said, "If you dare to bully your sister next time, do you believe me ..."

Listening to my mother's criticism like running water, watching my mother's face like a tigress because of anger, I cried with injustice.

Mom, why do you trust Shi Yiyou so much, but not me? It's terrible.

On Saturday afternoon, in the community, I rode a bike with Yu. There are several big children on the lawn shooting at a child with toy guns. I want to help, but there is no toy gun, so I have to go.

Who knows, those big children suddenly ran to us with toy guns and said proudly, "Do you two kids still want to escape?" Brothers, give it to me! "

As soon as the voice fell, the older children gathered around and the bullets in the toy gun hit us in the face. We quickly turned and pedaled, but the child followed us with the policy of "bullets", and the two of us took a sharp turn and hid in an alley. Later, when we reached the intersection and saw that they had already left, we were relieved.

We had a rest. As soon as we got out of the alley, we heard a gunshot and I froze. The two of us rushed out, and I was hit by a bullet before I went far. The one on my face hurts, but I still ride hard.

As soon as they saw it was useless, they immediately got on their bikes and chased us. One of the older children hit my bike so hard that my bike hit a tricycle parked on the side of the road. Those children slipped away, and the owner came down, indiscriminately asking me to pay for it, and I cried with injustice.

At this time, dad came back, and he quickly threw the money to the owner. The master took the money and said to his father, "It's outrageous to go back and discipline my son!" When I got home, my father scolded me and then took out a piece of paper for me to write a review.

Alas, how wronged I am!