I was really guilty. A harsh red color caught my eye. I don't want to. I roared in my heart. The arrival of the score made me want to escape and force myself to calm down. When I got home, I knew exactly what kind of storm it was.
Lightning flashed across the sky again and again, like cutting into my heart again and again. Sure enough, it was my mother's disappointed eyes that came home. She snapped, "Say it! Why is it wrong? Careless? Is this the reason again? " Father's silence and sigh came from the other end of the phone. This is a rebellious period. The madness and unwillingness in my heart accumulate a little like toxins, and together with the pressure from all directions, it has seized the throat of reason. "That's enough!" I have no choice. For the first time in my life, I yelled and refuted my mother.
The beast in my heart tried to untie the shackles that imprisoned it and roared, which once plunged me into darkness. Mother was stunned, and then a more powerful storm broke out: "What right do you have to yell at me?" I worked hard to raise you ... "I covered my ears, picked up my bag and ran out the door.
Rain, wantonly dumped on me, I was blinded by freedom, and the feeling of carefree dripping overflowed my whole body. I completely ignored the strange eyes of pedestrians on the street and came here. The baby's crying made me turn my head. A middle-aged woman was holding a crying baby, and her face was full of anxiety and anxiety. She passed me, and I clearly saw the baby's face was unusually red. Middle-aged women tightly wrap their babies in coats, regardless of wind and rain, without fear, like Ogilvy standing in the cold wind. I was shocked. My mother did the same to me when I was a child. Maybe I did something wrong. ...
A clear consciousness, like a ray of sunshine, dispelled the confusion in my heart. I flew home, and sure enough, my mother looked at the door with empty eyes. The chopsticks on the table did not move. My arrival made my mother suddenly stand up and look at me. There was a flash of joy between her brow, and she soon recovered her calm. I turned around with relief, but I heard a faint sob behind me ... My mother collapsed to the ground with relief, covered her face with collapse, and tears poured out along her fingers like spring water, and her skirt was wet. She tried not to make a sound, and the whole person was as weak as if she had experienced a catastrophe. She just waved and was speechless at last. I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly. This time, I really feel guilty, really, really!
It turns out that maternal love is so simple that words are not needed to express it. This time is destined to be full of bitter experiences, but it really makes me feel the taste of growth and maternal love. Cherish your mother, cherish maternal love, and wait until you lose it, but it's too late.
And I, it's not too late. How do birds fly in the blue sky and finally return to their nests? No matter how I shine in the outside world, my mother is my forever support. I suddenly turned around, and my mother was behind me, opening her arms and whispering, "Don't be afraid, son, come back, I'll wait for you!" " "
I was really guilty. Three years later, I still can't forget the Chinese exam in the next semester of Grade Four.
On that day, I had finished all the problems I could do. Then, I began to conquer the difficult fortress I missed before: Tujia and two radicals, and the word union. At first, I thought to myself; Then, gesticulate with your hands; Finally, simply take out a blank piece of paper and write down all the radicals you can think of. But after I came up with the word Zhuang, I never
Didn't come up with a second one. The teacher said that the test paper would be handed in in five minutes. Suddenly, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and a bad idea flooded into my mind at a high speed.
I looked around and finally my eyes fell on my good friend Huang, who was sitting diagonally above me. I looked at him for help, but he ignored me. Hey! What radicals can be added to the soil? Although I lowered my voice, my deep voice startled me. He slowly raised his head and looked at me with puzzled eyes, as if to say: What? Maybe they are so far apart that he can't hear anything I say. The teacher seemed to be alarmed by my voice, bypassed me and him, and then left.
I saw no one around, like a thief, throwing a small paper ball at my feet. He picked up the paper ball and wrote a few words on it. Just then, the teacher came over, and Huang, who was not familiar with the story, accidentally threw the paper ball at the teacher's feet. The teacher picked up the paper ball, patted the table and turned away. It's a little hot and my face is red. Sweat is dripping, and I am too ashamed to lift my head.
This is the first and last time I cheated. That time, I was really ashamed.
Looking at my mother as a furious lion, I felt a little guilty, but I remembered that the National Day holiday was full of training classes and cram schools, and others were happy to travel everywhere. The "three flavors of true fire" in my heart rose again, burning from the heel to the top of my head and almost burning the internal organs to ashes.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I swear: "You, Lao Zi, I won't do it!" " "Mom was surprised, but her face changed from yellow to gray, like the color before the rain, and her face was like cement. Her mouth gave a "giggle" sound of grinding her teeth, and then it turned from gray to red, which made people think that it was a Lei Gong. In Beijing Opera, Guan Gong's face was tightly clenched with his hands, and his nostrils were as wide as a bull's. She held out her hand and the slap was in the wind. No, it was the wind driven by the slap that "flew" to my rosy cheek with a halo, but when my cheek was about to kiss the white hand, my mother stopped. The wind caught me off guard, but I couldn't stop hitting my cheek. I look into my mother's eyes and deeply feel that there is a kind of love in my eyes that only the elders can have, love for the younger generation. I feel like a cool breeze, trembling slightly.
Suddenly, my mother looks a lot older. Everything seems to say to me: "Mom is old!" Red, white, arrogant and delicate hands trembled in the air, and the tattoo on the old man's forehead was slightly inconspicuous.
My mother put down her hand and turned away. There was a low sob from next door. I was shocked, as if I saw my mother's red eyes. My body trembled with sobs, and my face was covered with traces of love.
Think about my mother crying in front of me, no matter how hard and tired she is, she just wants to get up at six o'clock the next day and work until after ten o'clock in the evening to prepare three meals a day for me, which has made great contributions to my learning environment. But I don't like this or that. I use the price difference to repay. I am an unfilial son.
Look up at the sky, which covers the sun, and then look at the desk. What a mess! Think about it. My mother helps me clean my desk every day, but will I still scold her?
An instant is also an eternity. Leaving the scars of love in my heart makes me feel guilty!
"Mom, I am an unfilial son and a stupid person!" I scolded myself severely in front of my mother. And my mother stopped crying: "nothing, I made a mountain out of a molehill, alas, the meal is not ready yet!" " "She smiled at me and went straight to the kitchen. My heart seems to have been cut.
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It's cold outside the window, but I'm warm in the room.
I really felt guilty that time. I really felt guilty that time.
That day, I was walking in the community with my friend Lele, and suddenly I heard a dog barking, followed by the noise of a group of people.
We ran along the sound, and a group of children were playing with a dog with branches they had picked up. That dog is obviously a stray dog, gray, curly and a little black. It bared its teeth and wanted to escape somewhere else, and was cornered by the child's stick.
Seeing this scene, I had an impulse to rush to stop them, but I finally resisted because I had a fear of the dog's state. I accidentally kicked their dog when I was a guest at someone else's house. Dogs also have this expression, but they are helpless. Chased me three times around Little Square in one breath.
I didn't move a step, but Lele rushed out, angrily pulled open and broke their sticks, driving them away, and found a small box from the construction garbage, patted the dust and put it in a place that almost no one knew.
While watching from a distance, I blamed myself: "Why don't I help him?" Is it because you don't know what to do? I know. Why should I hold back my anger? ……"
I saw that dog again today He glanced at me, wagged his tail and walked to the hut my friend gave him.
I really felt guilty that time. I believe there is no one in the world who doesn't love his mother, right? Mom is the first person who is willing to put on cotton-padded clothes for you or tell you to put on more clothes when it is cold. She is like a breeze, caring for us with her best love. Motherly love is selfless and great, like a clean stream, which flows selflessly to our hearts and soothes our hearts. ...
My mother is very grumpy and straightforward, and her love for me is also straightforward, but there is no ambiguity. My mother often quarrels with me because of me. I have a stubborn temper, and I always leave the worst side to my mother, which makes her brain broken.
On a gloomy afternoon, after quarreling with my mother, I angrily returned to my room, closed the door and slammed my mother's tenth birthday present-a huge bear. I patted him viciously to express my anger. The bear sat there with a smile and strange eyes. I looked at the dazzling smile and gave birth to a nameless fire, and the strength of my hand was a little heavier. In an instant, I took the bear's eyes off and the bear smiled. With only one eye, he is getting more and more ridiculous, but I can't laugh. This is a gift from my mother on my tenth birthday. I patted my head with my hand angrily and didn't know what to do. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. In a flash of light, I slipped to the place where my mother put the needle and thread, sewed up my eyes, then pretended to be calm, brushed away my flustered, and chatted while eating. When I went to bed, I had forgotten the bear, and I was half asleep. "Ga"-I saw my mother sneaking in, with light footsteps, for fear of waking me up. Mother saw the messy bear eyes I sewed, sighed slightly and went out to get a needle and thread. She sewed them one by one in the dim light. Mother may be too old to see clearly. I know my mother has been afraid of pain since she was a child. These needles are like being stuck in your heart, which hurts. I secretly looked at her back, worried and worried.
I got up and looked at the bear, and my eyes recovered. Although I still smiled faintly, I felt that my ordinary face became more beautiful. I touched her gently, turned off the light, suppressed my full emotions and fell asleep with guilt. ...
I really felt guilty that time. I laughed that time! That time, I cried ... it was these many first times that made me understand the hardships of life, the preciousness of friendship, and the hardships of forging ahead ... people will always make many mistakes in their lives. In my "error book" since childhood, some mistakes have passed and will be forgotten after the baptism of time. But one of them is hard to forget until now.
During the Spring Festival that year, all the children got lucky money, and I was no exception. At that time, I thought, so much money and less money should not be discovered! Then my best friend and I each poured 100 yuan into the game, and we were very happy. But happiness and happiness are short-lived, and there is no windtight wall in the world, which was soon discovered.
At that time, my father and I were playing in the street. After returning home, my father asked me for lucky money. At that time, I felt there were fifteen buckets in my heart. I kept saying, "I won't give it to you. I want to hold the flowers myself. " But when I got home, my dad kept asking me for lucky money. In addition, there is the help of my sister. At that time, my dad said angrily, "Give it to me. Did you spend it? " I have to admit the truth. My father turned purple. Said sternly, "Why waste money?" As he spoke, he was ready to hit me, and my father repaired me because he hated iron and steel. This is a real battle! Let me scream in pain, and then I accidentally saw my father's eyes a little red, and then asked me, "Do you know that you are wrong?" I said, "I know." : "Everything is wrong." I said, "You shouldn't spend money recklessly. You should be an honest person, stop playing games and concentrate on your studies. " . Never let you down. "At this time, my father squatted down and stroked the place where he had just played. Later, he said to me, "It is good for a child to know his mistakes. If he knows his mistakes, he can still be a good boy. "Be a useful person to society in the future." I nodded in shame.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. Because it made me understand the concern and expectation of my family.
I was really guilty. Starlight shines into the window with the breath of autumn, jade is scattered all over the floor, and leaves are flying outside the window, adding a touch of poetry to the late autumn evening. Looking at the bleak autumn scenery, I can't help shivering. Autumn is really cold! My eyes returned to my homework. I opened my exercise book and saw a piece of paper covered with red crosses fall out. My mind went back to that day. ...
"Knock, knock ..." I sang a ditty all the way, happily came to school, and happily read early. When the teacher suddenly came in and announced that he would check all the students' Chinese homework, my happy mood immediately flew out of the clouds, because I didn't do my homework seriously the night before.
The teacher began to check, and my heart was like an ant crawling and a deer bumping. Can that poor "product" stand up to the teacher's "critical eye" Besides, my pinyin is not very good! Looking at the figure examined by the teacher, I look like a death row prisoner, I don't want to go to the guillotine, and I even look forward to death because of the hard time before I die!
The teacher finally found our row ... Confucius said, "The deceased is like a husband, never giving up day and night." But I feel that time passes so slowly. Finally, the teacher came up to me and picked up my exercise book. I only feel irritable on my face, and I dare not look up at the teacher at all, because I think that doing homework like that is extremely disrespectful to the teacher. I just need to stick my head in my clothes. ...
"Hey, the teacher is so careful!" I began to blame myself. "Why didn't you write it well last night?" I'm still the class representative! How can we live up to the teacher's good intentions? "I regret very much.
Time passed by, and finally, the teacher threw the book over. I stood up in fear and trembling, and didn't even have the courage to look at the teacher. I read the book carefully. Except for a few simple "little guys", all the other pinyin are dressed in "red clothes", and I can't wait to find a gap on the ground. I think I probably blushed and stood for a while before I felt tears in my eyes.
In the afternoon, I walked into the teacher's office with my exercise book in my hand. The teacher scolded me angrily, and my sweat slipped from my forehead, even though I kept telling myself, "What a suck!" " "But my tears still unwillingly flow out. Hey, why do I always regret knowing my mistakes in the end? Looking at the teacher's eyes that hate iron and not produce, my heart stings. Teacher, how sorry I am for you!
Thought of here, my eyes unconsciously filled with tears. The teacher has done so much for us diligently, how can I fool my homework like this? The autumn wind is still bleak, but Leng Yue has become bright, and my heart is getting stronger and stronger. So, I got up and nailed the paper covered with red crosses on my desk to warn myself!
Ah, that time, I really felt guilty!
I really felt guilty that time. In the life of eight people, there will always be some guilty things. And these things are habitually divided into two kinds: one is redeemable and the other is eternal regret. ...
One night not long ago, I went to my grandmother's house for dinner, just in time for my old aunt to visit. As soon as I entered the door, I saw an old lady with a round black face sitting on the sofa, her black eyes shining vaguely behind her reading glasses. Grandma and aunt are busy in the kitchen, the chopping board is ping-pong, and the attractive aroma slips out of the kitchen and lingers in the living room. The fat old woman sat quietly on the sofa, her eyes glazed over. I greeted her politely, but she just smiled.
"Who is she?" I asked my father in a low voice in the living room.
"You old aunt!" Dad asked in surprise. "Don't you remember?"
"Well, that ..."
"Well, there are so many relatives in our family that she can't remember them." Dad smiled and apologized to the old aunt, and she responded with a few quick smiles. It seems that she is not deaf.
It's time for dinner. We sat around the dining table, quietly waiting to destroy the food in front of us. I saw my old aunt sitting in a chair without saying a word, with a lonely expression and blank eyes, and was going to start a conversation about her. Old people like nostalgia. If you talk to her about your youth, it will definitely make her excited and regain some vitality.
I thought about the wording and was about to speak, but I swallowed back, feeling that it seemed inappropriate for me to care so much about an old man. "It's hard to say ... how to say it ... it's better not to say it." I tried my best to make excuses for myself. "By the way, does my old aunt only know Minnan dialect?"
Even I think this reason is far-fetched, so I comfort myself: "It doesn't matter, it's not too late to tell me after dinner."
Grandma came out of the kitchen with vegetables, and our traditional "dinner chat" officially kicked off. As always, I talk about my daily chores, and occasionally insert some news about my cousin who is studying in other places. My family warmly helped me with dishes to show their love, but I found my aunt's bowl was empty, and the sunshine of family did not shine on the earth, at least it did not give her the warmth that an old man should have.
My heart sank, I wanted to pick up food for her, talk to her about her past, give her warmth, and tell her that there are people in this family who care about her ... old, old ... I have already eaten half of my meal, and I feel that I have countless words to say to her, but the words have disappeared without a trace. Indeed, for a person who is used to saying "thank you", it is hard to say "you're welcome".
These words should be said by people who understand Minnan dialect.
After a while, when the meal was finished, the family said goodbye with a smile and agreed to come back for dinner tomorrow night. They didn't forget to tell me to finish my homework early, but they completely forgot the black round figure on the sofa and the eager eyes hidden under the reading glasses.
Before leaving, I said goodbye to my old aunt. She replied in standard Mandarin: "Goodbye."
There is no standard of accent.
I closed the door, afraid to look and think again, just want to leave quickly.
In the next two or three days, I saw her at my grandmother's house, sitting alone on the sofa, or wandering slowly among the tall furniture. I saw that stout figure walking in front of me again and again, but I couldn't make up my mind to speak.
"It doesn't matter," I kept comforting myself. "I still have time, I have another chance ..."
But one day after school at noon, I didn't see the dark and round figure again. I asked my grandmother, and the answer was: "She went back to her hometown after seeing an eye disease in Xiamen."
Eye disease! No wonder she always looks boring. However, with her gone, who will talk to her about youth? Who will comfort a woman whose husband died? She is old and lives in other places, so she will have one less chance to see her. Maybe there is no "next time" to make up for the regret of "this time".
Being with my family always makes people feel that there is plenty of time: anyway, my mother-in-law nags every day and there are many opportunities for filial piety, so why care too much? So we talk back, we ignore, we resist every word of our family, thinking that we still have time and don't have to worry. But when we really want to care about them, time is running out.
Some things, if done wrong, will never be recovered, such as youth, such as family ties.
My guilt will be with me all my life.
This is dedicated to my dear old aunt who is familiar but unfamiliar.
I really felt guilty that time. Every time I see that cliff, I feel guilty. Because of you, my dear friend Hunter.
That day, we all sat on the grass and lived in peace. But I can't help being lonely, and I can't bear this leisure. Then "wrote" a suggestion to encourage everyone to take the biggest risk in history-climbing a cliff, also known as the rift valley. After getting everyone's unanimous consent, we rejoiced. But I never thought about you, thought about you, and dragged you to climb the cliff.
At the foot of the mountain, I jumped on the cliff and started climbing, and you also started climbing under my cynicism. I know you can't take risks, but I still let you do such a dangerous thing! Here, I want to say to you-I'm sorry, Hunter!
After we climbed the cliff, regardless of the situation, I shot at you with a "mocking machine gun", hissed and dragged Jerry away who wanted to save you. I shouldn't let you fall into despair and base our happiness on your fears. I want to say it again: "I'm sorry!" "
When I returned to my warm home, I was about to have a rest. Suddenly, I heard a noise in the next room. The voice comes from your home. Ah! You must not have come back. Your family will come to save you. Sure enough, after a "hunter", your father went out. ...
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When you come back, I will enjoy the cool in the yard. You looked at me and looked at me. What I feel from your eyes is not resentment, but deep suspicion!
I feel very sad in my heart. Really, my conscience is hurt. I really want to make up for my mistake. Really, Hunter, I'm sorry!
I really felt guilty that time. In the long river of time, I experienced many things, happy, sad and happy, but one thing made me feel deeply guilty, which happened on that day. ...
In the morning, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the whole city seems to be surrounded by dark clouds. From time to time, I also played a few muffled thunder, and my heart trembled with fear. Have an ominous premonition.
Because I was scolded by my parents yesterday, I fell asleep crying in my room and didn't finish my homework. I got up early this morning to make up my homework, but I didn't finish the last homework, so I had to go back to school to make up it.
Back to school, I quickly took out my homework to make up. After a while, my deskmate Xiao Ming also arrived. After he handed in his homework, he saw my red eyes and my homework and asked, "What's the matter with you?" My eyes are swollen, and I haven't finished my homework yet? It's not like you! "Probably because I was still angry after getting up and yesterday, I said angrily," I want you to take care of it! " "Xiao Ming didn't talk when I heard that.
Ten minutes later, I left the last question. Just then, Xiao Ming just came back from the door to fetch water. He was severely hit by a classmate who went out in a hurry, and the water in the cup splashed on my homework. Suddenly, all the words on the homework were stained with water, and the homework book turned black. Finally, my inner anger was ignited, and I became irritable and cursed: "What are you doing?" ! Walk without looking at the road? "He said with great regret," I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "I bowed, but I didn't listen at all. I picked up a photo that he kept beside me and tore it up. He began to cry, tears dripping from his eyes. I don't know what happened, but I tore up a photo. How is he? Later, I learned that it turned out to be a family photo of him and his parents, but their parents work outside all the year round and rarely go home, so this is the only family photo and the only comfort when he is lonely.
I felt very guilty and regretful that day. I was carried away by anger. It was originally a trivial matter, but it caused so much harm to Xiaoming that Xiaoming lost his beloved family photo. ...
I really felt guilty that day.