Guilt topic composition

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Guilt topic composition 1 maternal love is always so great that it will not shrink or be discounted.

One night, I finally found a chance to repay-when I washed my mother's feet.

I saw my mother's feet, full of scars and wrinkles. Very ugly. So I found a pot of hot water and gently put my mother's feet into the water. At first, she just said it was very hot, but after a while, she put her foot into the water and bit her lip, showing a very painful look. But that kind of expression just flashed on her face, replaced by a kind of happiness and serenity.

I also put my hand into the water and said, "Ah!"! I forgot to mix cold water. I looked at my mother and hurried to help her get her feet out of the water, but those feet were obviously red and swollen, so I felt very uncomfortable and stroked them slowly. Mother's feet have lost their delicacy and wetness, so rough. It makes people feel extremely uncomfortable. Actually, I know, it's because of long running and fatigue. I put my mother's feet on my face with my hands. My mother is confused. I quickly poured some cold water into the basin. After testing, I think it is just right. Then I put my mother's feet in the water and washed them slowly. ...

At that moment, I found that I had done nothing well. A few days later, my mother's feet were covered with skin, and the middle was red and swollen, so she couldn't work in the fields for several days. Only then did I find myself vulnerable. Originally, I wanted to do something for my mother, and I had to pay a lot for it. This also includes my infinite guilt for my mother, which always reminds me and makes me unforgettable.

Everyone makes mistakes on the road of growing up, and I am no exception.

I remember it was a Monday. I took breakfast to school because I got up late in the morning. But I never had time to eat, so I was smart and thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone.

"Rinrin ..." The class started. I quickly put away my textbooks and the teacher came into the classroom. He first asked us to think about the picture, then the teacher turned around and began to write on the blackboard. At this time, the breakfast exudes an attractive fragrance, and the greedy bugs in the stomach jump up and down, which can't stand the temptation of this kind of food. While the teacher was writing, I took a bite of breakfast like lightning and was not found, so I did the same thing and chewed a few mouthfuls in succession. Finally, the teacher found out. The teacher asked me, "Yang Zifan, what's in your mouth?" I replied with trepidation, "No ... nothing." The teacher looked at me with stern eyes, which made my head sweat. So, my "disappointing" hands reluctantly took out the leftover breakfast and thought with trepidation: "This is over, it's time for the teacher to approve." But the teacher didn't criticize me severely, but said to me gently, "Don't eat in class in the future, it will distract you."

Until now, I still feel guilty when I think about it. You may ask me, "Do you still have breakfast?" "Eat, eat every day, but I will never eat in class!"

Guilt topic composition 3 gradually found himself alienated from his parents, and no longer talked and laughed together like a few years ago. Suddenly I felt guilty and felt very sorry for them.

I am a good boy, in the eyes of others, but I don't think so. I always feel that my words hurt many people's hearts. My mother is nagging me again. It happens every day, but today I can't bear to yell at her. My mother couldn't speak at once, so she asked me to yell at her. I simply shut myself in my room, but I felt guilty in my heart, and my heart was very sour and uncomfortable. I want to cry, but I can't. Didn't talk to my mother at night. I used to be busy, but today the dinner table is quiet, and that feeling is coming up again, which is even worse.

I believe my mother must be very sad now. She must be very angry with me and hate me. I feel sick, too. My parents worked hard for me, especially my mother. When I was three years old, my father was transferred to other places and came back once a week. So my mother took care of me until I was ten years old. I often make mistakes, and she doesn't care, but now I make a scene with her because of a few words. Am I going too far?

I regret it. I finally cried, accompanied by my guilt for my mother. I feel much better now. ...

When I walked out of the room, I saw my mother's eyes were red. I didn't say anything, but deliberately changed the subject: "Is this movie good? What drama is this? " Mother replied, her voice still a little sobbing. It's been quiet. I watched a movie with my mother.

I found that I have changed, gone bad, and my guilt has deepened. ...

Every time I hear the chirp, I feel deeply guilty, because I remember the past several years ago.

That was the day when I was six years old. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there is a small nest in my home, where several swallows live. After several days of observation, it seems that this is a close family. Every day, Mother Swallow goes out to look for food. Soon, she came back with food in her mouth and fed it to the swallows bite by bite. I thought I was really a hardworking and good mother.

But one day, I broke the quiet life with my mother. A child said to me, "catching birds is really fun." So my partner and I moved to the ladder. I quickly climbed the ladder and caught the swallow three or two times. It has black eyes, a yellow mouth and little feet. It's really interesting to hold it in your hand. At this time, mother swallow came back and saw the swallow hovering above my head. The swallow saw her mother's struggle in the ranking. As soon as I let go, the swallow fell. The swallow's mother quickly flew down to pick up the swallow, but she still didn't catch it. Its poor child is dying.

It's another beautiful spring. Looking at the swallows twittering in the sky, my heart is crying. Can the great mother swallow forgive my naivety and ignorance? Please accept my deep confession! I will give back your children and a happy home.

It was a summer vacation that year, and I just stepped into the pickup truck and never forgot about it. I didn't know I could have a girlfriend at that time. When I see their lover, wife or spouse, I realize that this seems to be our life. For so long, I just watched blankly, waiting for promotion, waiting for making a fortune, waiting for trading, and never thought of making a girlfriend, but one day.

I was digging and trading as usual, and a woman appeared next to me and said, please associate with me. Someone else is waiting for me to pay for something. That's because I don't talk. I was embarrassed and sweaty. I've never seen such a girl, and I'm not afraid of others treating me differently. Seeing that she is so serious, I can only reluctantly agree-I think it's just a game, and I can't get into it seriously-I don't know why, I am slowly melted by the girl's enthusiasm and love in this world like an ice room, so I gradually like her.

One day, he suddenly thought of writing a novel, and I didn't object. From then on, he gradually alienated me and didn't talk to me. I waited around until one day, she finally went online. I can't wait to ask, how is the writing going? He said happily, "Well, I became everyone's idol. I am so happy ... "I am happy for him, too. I looked at it and only remembered the ending:

I asked him to buy an ice cream, but I fled to a place where he couldn't find it. The ice cream in his hand slowly melted until it fell to the ground, and the figure had been here for a long time. ...

Guilt topic composition 6 The cold wind in autumn blows on my face, which makes me feel cold. I stood on the balcony and looked at the village entrance. 10 month 1 day has arrived. A familiar car came before, but it didn't show up today. Huh? I used to come back on the third, but this year is the fifth. Why haven't I come back?

Then I recalled when I was in Nanjing, maybe that was the time. Tired, I tapped my head with a pen. It seems that the topic is repeated over and over again, and my mind is in a mess. I can't wait to tear up my exercise book. My brother is playing with his pen. He is swinging around and having a good time. Somehow, my brother suddenly threw it in my direction, and the ink fell on my exercise book like a bird wounded by a gun. I read a few drops of ink in my exercise book. Throw me a book. I am bored. Get out! Said, and took the pen in his hand. I stared at my brother and tears immediately appeared in my eyes. "Go out, my voice increased by 8 degrees.

With a grunt, my brother walked out slowly and went to the big room. After coming for a while, my anger subsided and I realized that I had gone too far. I knocked on my brother's door and he wouldn't come out. Later, my sister told me that my brother couldn't use a pen and didn't know that the ink would be spilled back. Let me not be angry, and then I will know how much I have gone too far. After that, my brother ignored me My brother kept silent when I spoke to him. I really feel sorry for my brother, because he is too hard on me. Probably angry that I didn't come back this time, alas. ...

When the sun sets, the afterglow of the sun reflects the clouds. I stood at the intersection and looked at the distance. Little brother, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that to you. My brother really misses you. Come back early!

That day, the weather was fine, and my mood was the same as the weather. I am very happy. I want to go to my aunt's house by bus. Arriving at the platform, I just waited for a few minutes. 1 1 The bus came and I got on the bus. There are so many people in the car! All the seats are full. There are all kinds of people standing on the bus, including businessmen in suits and ties, primary school students carrying schoolbags, workers covered in dirt, and aunts with children. I pulled up the handrail and stood beside a young man sitting. At a platform, the young man got off the bus and I quickly sat down in the chair. Ah, it feels good to sit!

Look, an old woman got on the bus. She has gray hair and walks with crutches. It's really scary Grandma stopped by my side and looked at me kindly. What, you want me to give up my seat? I thought to myself, just sitting for a while is not worth it. I can't easily let people. I blushed and looked down, trying not to look at grandma's sincere eyes and the reproachful eyes of people around me.

Just then, an aunt stood up and offered her seat and said, "Aunt, please sit here!" " "She helped grandma to sit in her seat, and grandma thanked her repeatedly. The bus broke into warm applause. I blushed and buried my head in my arm. I'm ashamed. It's almost the station. I stood up and said to my aunt standing shyly, "Aunt, sit down! "! I'm almost there! "Aunt smiled and said," What a good boy! " After listening to this sentence, my blushing face turned even redder.

Through this incident, I saw the noble character of people, realized the "dedication of love", and learned that caring for people weaker than myself is not only because of my own personal interests, but also because of the difficulty of not helping others, which is not good for myself and beneficial to others.

I feel guilty, I know!

I always hear people say that someone gives up his seat on the bus, but I don't believe it after listening to it too much. Until one day, someone gave me a seat. ...

That morning, I went to cram school. After school, my uncle took me home by bus No.608. Probably at noon, many people have gone home. The car is very crowded. The female driver kept shouting "back off", so I pushed back, and suddenly a big hand grabbed my denim skirt. I looked down my big hand and saw a white-haired grandmother. When I saw it, I squeezed out a small piece of the sitting position and motioned for me to sit down. I suddenly froze, thinking: We are strangers, why did you give me your seat? In addition, SARS is popular now. If ... Thought of this, I looked at my grandma. Her eyes were full of expectation, and I sat down carefully.

After I had to sit down, I kept seeing the scene of Snow White dying after eating a stranger's red apple in my mind. After thinking for a long time, I finally got up the courage to ask my grandmother, "Why did you give me your seat?" ? "My voice is very small, may be the cause of the content, she heard. She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Little girl, you should be careful outside. It's not your fault. I gave you my seat because my granddaughter is studying outside. When I first saw you, I thought you looked like her: you like wearing white sweaters and denim skirts as much as you do; Love to keep long hair; Love hairpin ... I guess you don't like standing, so ... "I froze like a sculpture. After a long time, I told my grandmother about her granddaughter.

The bus has stopped. It's the stop. Grandma is leaving, and I look at her distant back and feel guilty from the bottom of my heart. Grandma can imagine me as lovely as a granddaughter, but I can't trust her like grandma. ...

I remember it was dark and my mother was cooking, so I helped her do some small things. Dad suddenly said, "Cheng Cheng, you seem to have grown a lot, almost as tall as your mother." I stood proudly beside my mother, standing straight. "Mom, you should cheer for dinner, or I will catch up with you soon," I said with a smile. Inadvertently, a thin white hair passed in front of my eyes, and I looked at it in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared. That's mom's white hair.

At this time, my father who just got off work was squatting at the door, wolfing down apples. I turned my head away, and his head was covered with silver hair.

I think, what is contained in this wisp of white hair and wisps of white hair?

There are your expectations, your efforts and your love. My mother washes and cooks for me every day, and my father works hard all day for my school. You've done so much for me.

And I, what did I give you? I just added endless troubles and countless tiredness to you. Your love for me has brought me endless happiness, endless warmth, endless sunshine, but also endless guilt, which I can't erase all my life and which no one can bring.

It is said that time can take everything away. Yes, it took away many memories of my childhood and many troubles before, but it can't take away my parents' love, let alone my inner guilt. Sunshine and shadow have taken root in my heart.

Rice and vegetables are ready, and rice is ready. I found this dish a little sweet and a little sour.

Guilt topic composition 10 registered today. I thought I would be very happy, but I didn't expect it to be like this after school.

After school, I happily pushed my bike out of the school gate. Suddenly I heard someone calling me from behind. I turned around and saw that it was my primary school classmate-Chen Xiong.

"Can I leave you my schoolbag, too?" He asked.

"No way! My basket is full. "

"So stingy!"

I patted him and said, "Yanfang is outside. See if she has a place to put it. "

Chen Xiong "oh", out of the school gate. I pushed my bike out and saw him talking to Yan Fang:

"Can you take my schoolbag home?"

"No way! I have filled it out myself! You can't let go. "

"Then you can't do it behind."

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Chen Xiong immediately ran to the security room. I don't know what he was doing. Because it was raining lightly, I told Yanfang to go home quickly. She just frowned and left with me.

When Chen Xiong came out and saw that we had left, he angrily threw his schoolbag on the ground. I think something is wrong.

"Why don't you wait for him? I have promised him to help him. " Yan Fang said.

"Did you promise him?" I want to know.

"Yes, he must think we played him." She lowered her head and frowned.

"What should I do? Or go back to help him? " I feel guilty.

So we went back to help him, and he said no, we had no choice but to go back by ourselves. Along the way, Yan Fang and I didn't say anything, and we felt very guilty. Chen Xiong used to help himself, but now I don't help him, which is very unpleasant. I think Yan Fang is in the same mood as me at the moment!

At noon, the sun is trying to release the maximum light, and the whole world is like a big steamer, steaming people's mouths dry.

I was too hot to do my homework, so I said to my mother who was cooking lunch, "Mom, buy me a bottle of iced coke." Hearing this, my mother began to nag me again. "Homework is always difficult to write. Always thinking about eating and playing all day, never paying attention to studying ... "I was full of resentment and muttered," It's only two or three yuan a bottle of coke, cheapskate. I won't do my homework if you don't buy me coke. Let the teacher call you. " I picked up a pen and scribbled heavily on the draft book, and occasionally kicked the table to vent my anger. My mother saw my dissatisfaction and surrendered with a white flag. "Okay, I'll take it. As long as you concentrate on your homework, my mother will promise you anything. " After a while, my mother came back, and I felt a little guilty looking at her sweating. "Mom, why don't you have a drink?" My tone is obviously insincere. "Oh, no need." Mother should be a sound gently.

There was a happy smile on my face, and when I saw that my mother didn't take coke, I was secretly relieved, and even felt relieved. Watching me drink coke, my mother smiled and said, "As long as you are happy, my mother will be happy." I froze, and my mother's words hit my fragile heart, and I couldn't help feeling ashamed. Yes, although my mother is very hard on me, isn't it for my own good? I am ashamed of my selfishness.

I must get rid of this bad habit and be a good boy who respects his parents!

Life is like a dark night sky. From time to time, a meteor will flash by, leaving a scar of guilt. Over time, it becomes indifferent, but it can't heal. It will always be profound.

In my night sky, there have been countless meteors, each of which appears and disappears with the memory, burning my heart.

Guilt has always filled my life,

I, guilty and my parents, have given me infinite care and care, and even acted as a teacher for me in life and study, while I am just a trickle in the vast sea of people, flowing silently.

Whenever I sit in the car that my parents send me to school, my guilt will overflow from my heart, because they are so tired and tired, and all I get is my mediocre grades. I can't repay their efforts, I can only turn gratitude into a sentence "go back carefully"

I can't repay my parents' love, but the teacher's expectation is a scar of guilt.

I met the most admired teacher in my life when I was in the first grade. It is because he attaches great importance to me and has always encouraged me to face difficulties, but my grades are far below his expectations. Therefore, when every report card is placed in front of me, I feel guilty.

However, I can't give up, I can't give up, because everyone's contribution will make me feel guilty, but it will also spur me to keep climbing, so as to live up to these heavy entrustment.

Life, although there will be guilt, but there is no lack of struggle, we must turn guilt into strength, be proactive, and pick the fruits of our own success.

May guilt fill my life and make my soul full of motivation. I will continue to work hard in this inspiring horn to win the fruits of my victory and taste every drop of dew.

Guilt topic composition 13 They caught us as soon as we were born. When we babble, they give us notes of love?

Mom and dad, you put all your efforts on the children. What can we use to balance them? No, then leave yourself a little guilty!

I remember in the fifth grade,

I am very ill, suffering from severe mumps. The specific symptoms are aches all over the body and the mouth can't be opened wide. It was a hot summer day. Because of this illness, I spent 40 days' holiday at home. Every morning, my mother always pours me hot water, washes my face and puts it on my face. That trace of hot air passed through my skin and warmed the desolate corner of my heart. In order to make me have a nutritious breakfast in the morning, my mother always gets up the earliest at home, grinds soy milk and goes shopping to buy my favorite "tenderloin sandwich cake". When eating, I always find my mother missing. When I was watching it in the living room, I found my mother asleep on the desktop. At this moment, a warm current in my heart gurgled from my heart, but it was heavy.

Under the meticulous care of my mother, my condition has improved a lot. A month later, my friends and I went to Jinan to participate in a provincial youth football match. I have to be a defender because of my illness. I was confident that I would win, but God gave me another "red card", so I had to leave the team and rest in the hotel. In the evening, the disease haunted me again, and my condition worsened. When I went back to the hotel to have a rest, I kept thinking about my parents. At this point, I

Mother "travels far"! In the morning, I found myself lying on my father's back, accompanied by my mother's repeated exhortations, "Be gentle." It turned out that my parents arrived in Jinan overnight and they were taking me to the hospital.

This morning, I took the No.8 bus to school to be on duty. There are not many people on the bus, and there are many empty seats. I took a seat at random. It's cloudy. I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily. In a short time, more and more students got on the bus, and the whole carriage was crowded and staggered.

At this time, two white-haired old people got on the bus, carrying a big blue plate and an umbrella in their hands. Looking at their thin bodies and staggering in the car, I was about to give up my seat when it suddenly occurred to me; I still have a few stops to go, and the road is not good. There are so many people standing in the car, it's too crowded. Besides, there are so many classmates, let them give up their seats! I'll sit for a while and let you do it later.

After a while, an old man really came again, and this time I definitely gave up. Who knows, just a few seconds before I got up to give up my seat, another classmate gave up his seat first. I looked around the seat in the car shyly and found that I was the only one still sitting in the seat, and all the other students gave up their seats to the old man.

I deeply feel that at this time, it seems that others are looking at them with praise, but they are looking at me with criticism. At that time, my face turned red and I really wanted to dig.

Get into a hole. I can hardly help it.

When I got off the bus, it rained harder and harder, as if even God was punishing me. I go to school in the heavy rain.

When I came to the school gate on duty and stood there, I couldn't calm down for a long time, and guilt and regret welled up in my heart. I feel too selfish and only care about my own enjoyment. If the world is full of love, we should all extend our hands, especially I must learn this lesson and be a good student with love. No more guilt.

In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and found it was dark outside. I think it's early and I'm asleep again. I don't know how long it took. I heard my mother calling me. When I looked at the clock, it was already half past six. I was scared out in a cold sweat, dressed again and again, grabbed a piece of bread in a hurry, rushed downstairs with my schoolbag on my back, and rode my bike to school as quickly as possible. Although it was raining outside, I didn't care so much.

Riding and riding, suddenly an old man with white hair and an old man with crutches appeared in front of him. I saw him leaning on a cane in one hand and carrying a convenient bag in the other, which contained half a bag of soybean milk. He walked forward step by step with his head down, and didn't seem to notice that I was rushing towards him. I was stunned. I don't know what to do. The car hit my grandfather. Grandpa fell heavily on the ground, and the soybean milk in his hand was thrown far away, and a large piece of milky soybean milk spilled out. The car also fell on my side and weighed heavily on me. I struggled to stand up and set up the car. I want to help grandpa get up, but I'm afraid of being late for class and being criticized by the teacher. So I looked around, and there was no one on the road, so I jumped in the car and ran away.

When I got to school, I saw that the teacher hadn't come yet, so I got on my bike and went back to that path. How I hope grandpa is safe, and how I hope grandpa is still waiting for me there, so that I can help him up myself or take him to the hospital. But when I came here, grandpa had disappeared, and only the milky white soybean milk was still lying quietly on the ground.

I went back to school listlessly, filled with guilt, and I regretted the thought of the old man.