Composition on the topic of grievances

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below are essays on the topic of grievances that I have compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Composition on the topic of grievance 1

It’s winter vacation. Besides where to play, what everyone is most concerned about may be their own grades, right? Speaking of grades, I’m really angry! It's not that I didn't do well in the test, it was the teacher who corrected the test paper who made the mistake. I cried!

January 17th is the day to get results. I arrived at the school on time at 8:00 in the morning. As soon as I entered the school, several of my classmates came over and said, "The teacher hasn't come yet. How many do you think you have passed?" I smiled and said, "Who knows?" So , everyone discussed how seriously they took the exam. "The teacher is here! Go check the results!" I don't know which classmate shouted, and everyone ran to the teacher. The teacher took out the report card and said: "Wang Qianyu, you have fallen. 3, you see Cai Zhimeng is the first, Liu Quanzhi is the second." "Hehe~hehe~" Wang Qianyu took the report card with a smile, and I was wondering: Huh? Why don't you have mine? I think I did pretty well in the exam? Why is Chinese only 70.5?

I went home like this. After my mother saw my results, she yelled: "Why did you get a score of 70.5? Did you play too much on the computer? Let me tell you, If you dare to touch the computer once during the winter vacation, I will lock the computer! "MY GOD! Can't access the Internet! How can I look up a dictionary if I don’t have access to the Internet? How can I improve my writing skills without looking up a dictionary? sky! In the next 40 days or so, I thought every day: My Chinese language skills can’t be that good! Impossible, there must be something wrong somewhere! Where? Could it be that...the corrector corrected my mistake? But even if the wrong correction is made, there is no way to verify it without sending it out. In this way, day after day, it was finally time to start school. That day, the Chinese teacher said he was going to talk about the final papers, so he handed them out. The teacher read out the scores while handing out the papers. When he read my paper, the teacher said: "Jin Yan, how did you get more than 70 points in the exam? I Let me add it again for you." The teacher started to calculate the score. My score should be - 81.5 in the end! Oh my god, the teacher who helped me correct my paper gave me a full 11 points. I was stunned. Because my Chinese scores are usually above 80 points, before the facts were clarified, I was criticized by my mother, father (my father was just giving me ideological lessons and did not scold me), my second aunt, sister Yang Dian and Li Lao Table siege. To paraphrase a line from "Wulin Gaiden": My God! God and God!

Do you know how important these 11 points are to me? Composition on the topic of grievance 2

When I was a child, something happened that made me very wronged.

That day I went to my cousin’s house to play. My uncle and aunt were both at home. My younger brother, who was less than two years old, was walking around the living room with unsteady steps. Looking at his cute look, I said to my uncle and aunt, "He can't speak well and can't walk steadily. It's really funny." As soon as I finished speaking, my brother lay on the ground and couldn't get up, and he cried loudly. With. I was confused at first and couldn't figure out what was going on? It was my aunt who reminded me. It turns out that my brother heard me saying something wrong about him and got angry. I didn’t expect that at such a young age, he could understand what I said and still have such a big temper. I reached out and grabbed his arm to pull him up, but he refused to get up, and his crying became even louder, almost deafening. My uncle and aunt tried to persuade me in the past, but it didn't work. Looking at my brother's mischievous temper, we couldn't do anything about it.

At this moment, my cousin came out of her room and yelled at me angrily: "What are you doing, don't let me sleep anymore!" My cousin was shocked by her brother's crying. I woke up with a loud noise and looked at me, as if fire was about to burst out of my eyes. My body couldn't help but tremble, and I said weakly to my cousin: "It's because he can't get up. I want him to get up..." But my sister's anger did not dissipate because of my explanation. "Can you care whether he can fall in love or not..." But I also wanted to coax my brother to stop crying. If you don’t help, you won’t help. Who is afraid of whom? I was made angry by my cousin's unreasonable accusation, but looking at my cousin's face, I swallowed back the words I wanted to blurt out, letting my cousin's stormy words attack me.

My cousin talked for a long time. After she was angry and stopped scolding me, I turned around and entered her room. My nose was sore and there were crystal tears.

I just wanted to talk about how cute my brother is, but why is my sister so angry and speaking so harshly to me? Composition 3 on the topic of grievance

Since I can remember when I was a child, there has been a vase as white as jade at home, which is very beautiful. My mother also cherishes it very much and will wipe it carefully every two days.

I was very naughty when I was a child. At that time, I had a cousin who came to my house for dinner every day. There were often conflicts between the older one and the younger one. In addition, we both had a competitive mentality. They have the upper hand in everything, so quarrels and fights are inevitable.

One day at noon, my cousin and I had another fight. As a result, he accidentally touched the bookshelf, and the vase that my mother cherished so much fell off the shelf. I was dumbfounded and stood there, not knowing what to do. (My mother was not at home at the time)

My cousin was stunned for a while and ran into the toilet at a sprint speed of 100 meters. I regained my composure, hurried back to the bedroom, took out the glue, looked at the broken vase on the floor, and prepared to glue it up, but couldn't figure out how to start. Just when I was clumsy and at a loss, my mother came back.

"Did you drop this?" Mom asked.

I have never seen my mother so angry, so she stammered: "No, it's not me, it's my cousin."

"I bumped into you, so that's not it. "You?"

At this time, my cousin's voice came from the bathroom, and he said, "Aunt, I'm in the bathroom. What happened outside? I just heard something break." I felt bad, and sure enough, my mother was so angry: "Anqi, the witnesses and physical evidence are all there, but you still say it's not you?" I was angry and hateful, tears welled up in my eyes, and finally fell down. "No, it's not me," I cried.

At this time, my cousin came out and said, "Xiaoqi, just admit it if you broke it. Admit your mistake to your aunt." I suddenly stopped crying and punched him. .

My cousin covered his face and I cursed: "What qualifications do you have to say that I was the one who broke it? It was you who broke it!"

From that day on, I never spoke a word to my cousin again. Composition on the topic of grievance 4

I looked sadly at the vehicles coming and going on the street, the endless stream of pedestrians and the children playing. This prosperous scene seemed to be different from the helpless me. Out of place. A feeling of grievance welled up in my heart... On this day, because I finished my homework early, I wanted to go out and play for a while. I happened to meet the neighbor's aunt. She was holding the baby and looked anxious. In line with the principle of "neighbors should help each other", I went forward to ask. It turned out that my aunt's friend was on a business trip and left the baby with her. But now the aunt has to cook, the baby doesn't want to sleep, and we can't leave him alone in the room. I said kindly: "Auntie, you go cook and I'll watch him for you." "Really? Can you do it?" Auntie was dubious. "Don't worry, I can do it." I patted my chest and assured. In fact, I have selfish motives, because the baby is so cute, and I can not only help others, but also make myself happy. Pretty bad? Good job too. "Thank you!" Auntie walked into the kitchen with confidence. I started playing with the baby. He loves to laugh very much and I like him very much. I still imagined that he was my brother! "Wow..." the little baby cried. It turned out that I had ignored him when I was imagining it, and he accidentally tripped over a stone. I picked him up distressedly and tried my best to coax him. But the baby wouldn't stop crying. "What's wrong?" Auntie heard the sound and came over. She saw the baby with a broken forehead crying loudly. She snatched the baby away, and while coaxing him, she said to me: "You said I trust you so much, but you actually pushed the baby, which really disappoints me..." "I didn't push him!" I explained hurriedly, otherwise I would have jumped in. The Yellow River cannot even clean it. But the aunt was not willing to listen, and said, "It wasn't you, did he fall down by himself? Humph!" After saying that, she hugged the baby and walked away angrily, leaving me alone in the dark and secretly sad. Neighbors should not only help each other, but also trust each other. This time, I tasted the grievance. Composition 5 on the topic of grievance

Since I am responsible for opening the classroom door, I am almost the first one to arrive at school every day. Although it is a bit hard to persevere, I am happy because I am a class cadre. It is my duty to serve my classmates.

One weekend, I accidentally broke my right hand while playing dragon board and had to wear a bandage, which brought great inconvenience to my study and life. I got up on time the next morning, and then I remembered that I needed to change the dressing on my hands. After hurriedly changing the dressing and re-bandaging, I looked at the time and said, "Oh, I'm going to be late!" I shouted while picking up my schoolbag and opened it. He rushed towards the school door.

It was raining lightly. I forgot to take my umbrella because I was in a hurry. He went non-stop all the way and didn't dare to stop for a moment. When I got to school, the rain and sweat made my clothes wet. At that time, the corridor was already full of classmates. When they saw me coming, they immediately started talking:

"Why did you come so late? You must have slept in. You, a class cadre, also So incompetent!"

"You came so late when you were about to open the door. We have been waiting for so long. Did you do it on purpose?"

For a moment, you Say something, he says something, whatever he says. When I heard the accusations from my classmates, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept holding back and not letting them flow out. I really wanted to say something in defense, but I swallowed my words again, thinking: What's the use of saying it, it will only affect unity and friendship, so forget it. I shook my head, wiped my tears, and went back to the classroom to read in the morning.

"Monitor, how do you solve this math problem?"

Looking back, isn't this Xiaofang who was accusing me just now? I really wanted to refuse, but seeing her friendly look, I couldn't bear it, so I agreed. Three strokes, five strokes and two divisions helped her overcome the difficulty.

"Monitor, you are awesome!" After saying this, Xiaofang gave me a hug.

"I'm sorry, monitor, I shouldn't have said anything to you just now!" Xiaofang let go of her hand, lowered her head, and said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I forgot about it a long time ago!" After saying that, I unconsciously gave her a big hug back. As a result, because I exerted too much force, my center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and both of us fell to the ground, making the classmates burst into laughter...

I cried and laughed, and all the grievances in my heart flew away. Gone. Look out the window, the rain has stopped and the sun is so bright! Composition 6 on the topic of grievance

One day, I was playing with the children in the courtyard. We all climbed onto the table tennis table that was a little high. I didn’t know who pushed it, and the child next to me fell off the table. down.

We immediately went over to take a look and found that his hand was broken and red blood was flowing out. He cried, and his crying attracted his mother. His mother scolded me and took him to my mother. I said, "I didn't push it, what are you doing?" But they still told my mother.

When I got home, my mother told me a lot. I felt very wronged, so I talked back to my mother. My mother became even more angry and scolded me. For a moment, I felt like I couldn't see clearly what was in front of me. A few drops of wet stuff slid across my face and dripped down... I cried. At this time, my ears seemed to stop working, and I couldn't hear my mother's words clearly. I ran into my room, slammed the door, and started crying.

I kept complaining, complaining about that child who didn’t tell his mother the truth, that child’s mother who didn’t know the truth and came to my mother, that group of children who didn’t tell his mother the truth, and that “murderer” "If you don't stand up and surrender...

I don't know how long I cried. I was tired and hungry. I walked out of the room, found my mother, worked up the courage to tell her the truth, and apologized for contradicting her. My mother finally knew the truth, forgave me, and treated me to a good meal to comfort me.

Thinking about it now, instead of bursting into tears in grievance, it would be better to bravely clarify the truth when the child’s mother comes to the door. Taking a step back, it is better not to play in that dangerous place. Taking a step back, it is better to watch TV at home, a hundred steps back, a thousand steps back, ten thousand steps back...

< p>However, there is no need to take a few steps back in life? Time will not go back, and what has been done cannot be changed. Suffering great grievances can only be regarded as a lesson, and it should be regarded as a constant wake-up call when doing things again.

Teacher’s comment: It’s hard to be a grown man,

No matter how hard it is, don’t say anything,

Lie down and caress your “grievances” by yourself! Composition on the topic of grievance 7

Everyone will have unsatisfactory things and misunderstood things in their lives. This is normal.

However, you may have felt at the time that this was the most unfair thing in the world. I, too, have had this experience.

When the get out of class bell rang, it was like opening a colorful painting page. The students came out in droves and began to dress up their "recess homepages."

I also played the game of "wolf catching sheep" with my classmates. We were having fun, starting and ending over and over again, with laughter echoing throughout the floor.

Our poor "sheep" were caught by the cunning and clever "wolf". The game started again. The cheerful laughter of my classmates and I disappeared on the floor. I am reminiscing The joke just now was that I was hit hard by a classmate unexpectedly, and I was unprepared. There was a burning pain in the place where I was hit, and my skin quickly turned pink. I endured the pain and ran over to ask her: "Why did you hit me? But I didn't expect that she would ask me confidently: "Why did you hit me?" "I was confused by what she said. I didn't know when I had offended her. When she saw that I didn't speak, she actually said again: "What's going on? You feel guilty! Who asked you to hit me! "I was irritated by her, and I immediately got apart from her. But the more I got apart, the more she said I was lying. Seeing that we were about to quarrel, other students hurried over to persuade her. But it didn't matter if they didn't. They all took her side and asked me to apologize to her. I became more and more angry, but they were more powerful than me and I was no match for them. I got angry and went back to the classroom alone. As soon as I left, they started playing by themselves again, and their laughter was louder than before. I sat in the classroom, holding back an unknown anger, and really wanted to find someone to vent my anger on.

All day long. I didn’t talk to them.

In the evening, when I got home, I was still angry. However, looking at the bright moon outside the window, I suddenly figured out, wasn’t there someone who said, “Nine times out of ten things will go your way.” "Nine", I decided: Tomorrow, I must make peace with them.

Grief does not necessarily make people lose anything, it may also allow us to see ourselves more clearly. So, in the face of grievances , we must be strong. We must face it bravely and not become weak or lose our independence.

I am willing to face all the "grievances" that life gives me with a smile!