Chapter 1: Unforgettable Lessons There is one thing that I will never forget whenever I think of it.
It was a Sunday, and I slept under a quilt until ten o'clock. I didn't crawl out of bed lazily until my mother called me. When I looked out of the window, the sun was shining on my ass. I quickly put on my clothes and forgot to wash my face, so I hurriedly tidied up my schoolbag, but I looked at my watch and it was only half past seven. I thought to myself: classes don't start until eight o'clock, and the road is near, so I can walk to school in five minutes. Why not buy something with my pocket money and play with my classmates for a while? My mother doesn't know anyway. So, I secretly took pocket money, watched my mother cook, and ran to the small shop downstairs. Look at this, look at that, I can't wait to buy them all. I finally saw a bag of sugar and a bag of water. I gave the money to the owner of the shop and walked out of the shop. Look at your watch. There are still twenty minutes left. You can play again.
I eat candy while playing. However, at this time, sugar has no taste in my mouth and is not lively to play with. I feel like a big stone in my heart. With a heavy heart, I walked slowly to school. In class, I didn't listen to a word the teacher said, and even made many mistakes when I did the problem.
After school, I was walking on the road, and the cry of a bird seemed to accuse me: "Xiao Zhang Jing, you shouldn't spend change without telling your mother, you shouldn't!" " I listened, feeling like a caterpillar spilled on my body, and it was very uncomfortable. When I got home, I got into bed without even eating. I tossed and turned in the quilt, but I couldn't sleep. It seems that there are two "little people" quarreling in their hearts. One "villain" said that "admitting mistakes is a good boy", and the other "villain" said "Stop it, no one knows anyway". They just quarreled. It's confusing my mind. Finally, after my fierce ideological struggle, I admitted my mistake to my mother. My mother pulled me into her arms and smiled and said to me, "As long as you admit your mistake, you are a good boy." .
This unforgettable lesson always teaches me not to spend money without telling my parents.
Chapter 2: Unforgettable lessons are in my mind. There are many things happening around us, such as shells on the beach, some shining and some dull. One of the lessons left a deep scar on my young mind, which I can't forget so far.
I was only eight years old. Although I am getting more sensible, I still like to play with mud and pinch clay figurines. This mud is the god of happiness for our children. As soon as we picked up the clay figurine, everyone was excited and there was laughter everywhere. We always compare clay figurines, and this time is no exception. Everyone says my clay figurine is the most alike. Give me a thumbs up. I didn't know how happy I was at that time, just like a general who won the battle.
Among us, there is a little boy named Tintin. He used to be a lively and clever boy. Since his father died not long ago, he lost his father's love, became silent and often played alone. This time, he also silently held the clay figurine, holding it so intently and seriously, looking at the pinched person with a satisfied smile on his face. At this moment, a child exclaimed, "Look! Come and see, Tintin's clay figurine is really like his father! " When everyone heard the shouts, they all gathered around and gave him a thumbs up, but left me alone in a corner. I was very angry, and endless praise reinforced my jealousy. I finally couldn't help it. I rushed over, knocked over his mud dad with a slap, and stepped on it a few times with my foot. I was secretly pleased to see the crushed clay figurine.
Seeing his clay figurine crushed to pieces, Tintin leaned down, carefully held it in his palm, and cried loudly: "I want my father, I want my father …" The crying was soul-stirring. Looking at the tears on his face, I suddenly remembered that he was a child who lost his father's love and needed care, but I sprinkled a handful of salt on his young mind. The joy just now has disappeared, and all I get is infinite regret. I saw his sad determination.
It's been over five years. Looking at the clay figurine children and their real smiles that day, I can't help but think of the past, and my father's kind face flashed in my eyes. Now that Tintin has moved, I wonder if his once-injured heart is still hurting steadily. Looking at the full moon like a silver plate outside the window, I silently said, "Tintin, I'm sorry ..."
Chapter III: Unforgettable Lessons In my mind, there is an unusual lesson that I will never forget. If my mother doesn't come back in time, I will. If you find pleasure because you are bored, you will be "buried in the sea of fire."
I remember when I was six years old, I was burned because of my hateful heart. That morning, while my mother was shopping, I ran to the living room and found a box of matches under the coffee table. At this time, I saw the words "Children under six should not play with fire" written on the matchbox. I wanted to use a few words at my parents' suggestion, but I was bored. I didn't follow its reminder, so I found a big sheet piling, took out a match willy-nilly and wiped it on the edge of the matchbox. Wow, I shouted and it caught fire. I quickly took the paper and covered it one by one. I feel very happy to watch the jumping flames rising. Danger is approaching me step by step. In order to make the fire stronger, I continued to add paper to the fire. Suddenly, there was a noise outside the house, which scared me and I fell down. I tried to put out the fire and destroy the body, but it was too late to mend it. The flame jumped higher and higher, and the white smoke of carbon dioxide became thicker and thicker, which made my eyes cry and I coughed. At this moment, I
Right here in do or die, my mother is back. She ran into the kitchen, filled a basin with water and rushed to the fire. After a while, the fire was finally put out. At this time, I have become a national treasure panda, with two big blisters on my hands and arms. I sat softly on the ground and thought, I will never play with fire again. If my mother didn't come back in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
This time, I really "survived". Since then, I have never touched a match or played with fire. I learned a lesson from this incident. Never ignore the hidden dangers and consequences just for fun. This incident is an unforgettable lesson on my growing up.
Chapter 4: Unforgettable Lessons One thing has been haunting my mind. ...
After another activity, I was sweating profusely, and I really wanted to plunge into the water to cool off. Just when I couldn't resist the heat, I did something wrong. I actually picked up a red scarf to wipe my sweat! Just then, he came running to me and said, "Please don't wipe your sweat with a red scarf!" " "I have a bad temper and the weather is so impetuous that I can't help but let out a cry:" What's the matter? Don't! "
That classmate saw me lose my temper and quickly advised, "This classmate, have something to say, don't lose your temper." Then he replied, "The red scarf is the symbol of the Young Pioneers. Not caring for the red scarf is an insult to the young pioneers and an insult to the motherland! Do you understand this? " My mind suddenly woke up, and I quickly said to him, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was absent-minded just now, so I didn't pay attention for a while, so ..." He listened and smiled gently, "Hehe, it doesn't matter, pay attention next time, don't make the same mistake again, or I will deduct your money next time!" Looking at him, then I remembered what I looked like when I was furious just now, and my face turned red. "I know, I know, thank you!" "He listened, nodded and skipped away.
Fortunately, I was reminded when I made a mistake. Otherwise, I don't know what mistakes I will make. Thank you! Classmate! I will always keep this matter in mind and always remind myself that I can't forget it. ...
Chapter 5: Unforgettable Lessons I experienced a little thing last semester, which made me understand that there is no right to speak without investigation and research.
Last Friday was my happiest day, because I got 100 in the English exam. My mother bought me a Tu Ami ruler as a reward. I use it in math class every day and hold it after class. I cherish it, for fear of losing it.
But one day, as the bell rang, the teacher took the paper and announced that today was the sixth unit exam. As soon as the test paper came out, I immediately took out my beloved ruler, but why didn't I? I checked the pencil case carefully again, but I still couldn't find it. I poured out all my schoolbags. what can I do? Other students have already started to answer questions, only to hear the rustling sound of writing, which makes me anxious like ants on hot bricks.
Suddenly, I saw Zhang Hong in front of me. She is holding a ruler exactly like mine. Originally, Zhang Hong quietly took my ruler. How could she do that? I stood up and said to the teacher loudly, "teacher, my ruler is missing." It was Zhang Hong who took my ruler! " "Say that finish, I stood up and angrily walked to Zhang Hong's desk and asked her.
The classroom was in chaos, and the students looked at Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong's face turned red and tears swirled in her eyes. The teacher came over and asked me what was going on. I told the story once and pointed to Zhang Hong and said, "She has long taken a fancy to my ruler. How much did she ask last time? " The teacher thought for a moment and said, "Are you sure?" I nodded and said, "Of course." The teacher turned to Zhang Hong and said, "Can you explain?" Zhang Hong blushed and said, "Anyway, this ruler is mine. My mother just bought it for me yesterday. " After listening to Zhang Hong's words, I was speechless at once, and my classmates were all booing.
The teacher saw that it was not that simple, so let me look again. Suddenly I turned my head and saw the ruler fall on the leg of the desk next to my classmate. He saw it at the same table. "Look, that's your ruler!" Suddenly my face turned red and my classmates looked at me. The teacher said, "We can't draw a conclusion until the investigation is clear. You can't draw conclusions based on your own subjectivity. " Later, I learned that she did well in the exam and her mother bought it for her. I regret it very much
Although this matter has passed, let me firmly remember that we must investigate it clearly before we can draw a conclusion.
Chapter 6: An Unforgettable Lesson When I was in Book 2 of Grade One, I secretly took my mother's fifty dollars in front of the computer because I wanted to buy toys and snacks. However, this incident will never be forgotten by me.
9 years old, very fond of toys and snacks. Interesting toys and snacks always attract me. I almost jumped out when I saw the money in my hand. After a day, my mother didn't find it, so I used it secretly.
As soon as I got home after school, I saw my mother holding a stick and said loudly, "Did you take fifty dollars?" As soon as I heard it, I was found out. If I want to find a way, I will answer "no". Maybe my brother took it. "Just then, my brother came in, and my mother said angrily," Did you take fifty dollars? "My brother said, no way." My mother thought for a moment and said, "My brother is usually very good and has to ask me what to do, but you usually know how to bully the weak and don't know who you will be. "At this time my brother became a suspect, and my mother hit him with a stick. I thought, "It must hurt, right? "
At night, except my mother, we are all sleeping. She looked at her brother who was still sobbing in her sleep and whispered with tears, "Don't blame your mother, you will know that she has good intentions when you grow up ..."
At this time, I have mixed feelings in my heart. I lifted the quilt and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I took the money. Please hit me ... "
This matter has been in my mind, and I will never forget it.