"The biggest failure is unconscious failure." This is a sentence that Carlisle said, which inspired me a lot.

I remember it was a morning in the third grade, and it was our turn to be on duty. I want to steal some laziness, and I'm a little late. I walked slowly all the way. It was already 7: 55 when I came to school, and the students were already sitting in the class to make preparations before class. I'm coming to class, and it will start soon. After the teacher came, our team leader immediately told the teacher that I didn't come to sweep the floor today. The teacher asked me not to sweep the floor all day tomorrow morning, and I casually agreed.

The next morning, I finished my step, and it spread to the teacher like wings. The teacher called me into the office and talked for a long time. First of all, I was still standing in the office when suddenly she said, "Why don't you always sweep the floor?" I held my head high without saying a word. "I hope you can correct your mistakes, be a good boy in the teacher's heart and try to be a brand-new yourself." Finally, I was moved by the teacher's poetic language. For the next few days, I went to school on time every day. In order to make up for my previous mistakes, I was responsible for sweeping the floor and taking out the garbage alone. At this moment, the teacher came. When he saw me working so hard, the teacher smiled. He said, "mistakes are inevitable, but don't repeat them." I nodded in agreement.

I looked at the teacher's smile and felt sweeter than eating honey. I was so happy that I secretly made up my mind to get rid of my laziness and set a good example for the students.

We should be brave enough to face our mistakes; Mistakes are a compulsory course in life, and only when you understand them can you mature. I hope everyone can face and overcome mistakes like me and be a good boy who dares to face mistakes.

2. Write the composition "Ding!" * * * rang after school. Tintin walked happily on his way home with his schoolbag on his back. Birds were chirping in the trees by the roadside, and Tintin couldn't help whistling. Suddenly, Tintin remembered that there was a banana in his schoolbag. He quickly took it out and ate it with relish. Oh, how sweet! After eating the banana, he threw away the banana peel and left by himself. "Don't litter, don't litter!" Xiaohong hurried over. Tintin turned around and saw Xiaohong bent down to pick up the banana peel and carefully threw it into the trash can. He blushed, touched the back of his head shyly and said softly, "Xiaohong, I was wrong." I will definitely correct it in the future. " Xiaohong said, "All right." Say that finish, Xiaohong took Tintin's hand and walked forward together.

Walking, Tintin found a banana peel beside the dustbin not far away. He ran quickly, picked it up and threw it into the trash can. Xiaohong clapped her hands when she saw Tintin's action. "Tintin, you are a good boy who corrects his mistakes!" " "Tintin smiled shyly. The birds in the roadside trees seem to sing more vigorously, "Twitter ……" seems to praise Tintin!

I learned to correct my mistakes and change my composition to 500 words. On a sunny morning, Sun Xiaosheng met his good friend Babe Bear on the road. Sun Xiaosheng said, "Let's go to the park today!" Xiong Baobao said happily: "Good! Then I will let you go! "

Sun Xiaosheng and Beibei came to the park and played for a long time. They came to the gazebo and sat on the stools exhausted. Sun Xiaosheng thought of his wife, his wife's great-grandfather, the Monkey King, and the Monkey King wrote "the Monkey King, the Great Sage of Qitian, once visited here" in the hands of the Tathagata. How glorious! Sun Xiaosheng wants to show off his skills. There happened to be four pillars. Sun Xiaosheng jumped on one of them, its hind legs tightly hooked on the other post, and its tail rolled on the post. Sun Xiaosheng pulled out a finger on it, blew a mouthful of dust and turned it into a writing brush. With a stroke of his pen, he wrote "A visit from Sun Xiaosheng". Sun Xiaosheng smiled after reading it, feeling very proud. Suddenly, Baby Bear said anxiously, "No,no." Sun Xiaosheng asked curiously, "Why not?" Baby Bear said, "Because if everyone doodles in the park, won't this beautiful park be destroyed?" Will anyone come to this park? Sun Xiaosheng stretched out a finger on it, turned it into a rag and wiped it clean with the words "Sun Xiaosheng visited here".

Sun Xiaosheng was ashamed of what Babe Bear said. He corrected his mistake and never scribbled again.

4. On the argumentative essay "Correct when you know your mistakes".

This incident often comes to my mind, which makes me feel guilty and regret. I really shouldn't do that. On the second day of the May Day holiday the year before last, my friends and I played in the sports square. The hot sun scorched us, so we couldn't help buying ice cream. After I bought it, I tore off the wrapping paper of the ice cream and threw it on the ground.

Suddenly, a kind-hearted old man in his seventies came up to us and said kindly, "little friend, the teacher taught you not to litter." How did you ... "I ignored the old man's words and walked on. "Hey, don't go!" The old man stopped me again. "Even my old man knows how to protect the environment. How can you do this? " The old man said. Slowly, the people around you gathered around. One of the aunts said, "Children can't litter. What can they get when they grow up like you? " Another uncle said: "children, you should form a good habit of caring for the environment from an early age!" " "I think they all have a point. Later, I looked at my good friend again. Her eyes seemed to say to me, "Aren't you sad that so many people are looking at you? "Pick it up!" I bowed my head guiltily, my face flushed, and I really wanted to find a place to disappear.

The old man read my mind and said, "Pick it up, it's a good boy." I think I made a mistake in this matter. I picked up the ice cream wrapping paper and threw it into the dustbin. I am embarrassed to say, "I was wrong ..." Everyone applauds me, and this voice reminds me of many things.

Although it has been a long time, I still think of it often. It taught me how to be a civilized person and a hygienic person.

I did something wrong. It is sunny today. I got up early, had breakfast, had a rest, and then began to do my homework. When I was writing, my mother found that I had done something wrong. I looked at it impatiently. My mother patiently pointed out that this problem was wrong and needed to be corrected. I quickly said, "What's wrong with this? Obviously right! " Mom, let Brother Hua explain. As soon as he saw the topic, he said, "There are several solutions to this problem. Longlong didn't do anything wrong, but it was a little different from the meaning of the topic. His approach can also be counted as right! " But subtraction is more appropriate. "My mother asked me to do it again in the way of Hua Ge. Of course, I have to calculate my homework in the best way. But I didn't listen to my mother. I fought back confidently. It doesn't matter. Why should I do it again? My mother said, "This will deepen your impression! Besides, that method is better. Didn't you listen to what Brother Hua just said? "I shouted angrily to my mother: the voice was as sweet as thunder and drowned her voice. My mother was so angry that she hit me with a hanger. It was so painful that I stared at her. But I still don't know how to repent. I stared at my mother with a dignified expression. This added fuel to the fire and made her gasp with anger. It's good. Go out and don't come back. I went out angrily and said, "I won't come back until I come back." I don't want to come back yet! " "I found a place to sit down. There happened to be TV, so I watched it with relish. I didn't think about what just happened. My mother still didn't trust me, so she quickly came down to get me back and analyzed what had just happened. It is wrong of you to do that. You didn't listen to others when you were a child. You will understand when you grow up. Mom asked you to rewrite it for your own good. How can you talk to your mother in such an attitude? I also realized that I had just made a serious mistake. If I don't correct it, no one will really like me when I grow up. From now on, I will learn to be a good boy, study hard, listen to my parents' teaching, get rid of all bad habits and stop making adults angry.

6. I made a mistake and asked for a quick composition. After a while, the test paper was handed out. I looked up, ah! I am good at math and Chinese! How annoying! I thought: mom can't know about this.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that I could throw away that paper. Then, make up a score for yourself and do it! After school, I walked to school for nothing and immediately threw the test paper in.

I thought to myself: haha, you don't know my real grades this time. When I got home, I told my mother my own music score. My mother said happily, "Son, my mother will treat you to KFC tonight!" " "I was very happy to hear that, but it only lasted for half an hour, because my mother called Teacher Chai and asked about the overall performance of our class. In this way, my lies were exposed.

Mom put the phone down and looked at me angrily. I was stunned. Mom asked, "Where are the papers?" I have no choice but to tell the truth.

Mother said, "Go and get the test paper back. If you can't find it, I will not give up with you! " "After that, my mother and I went to school to find it, and it took a lot of effort to find it. In the evening, my mother still invited me to eat KFC and told me a lot of reasons. I feel very sorry for my mother because I can't lie and I can't study hard.

From now on, I won't lie again. I want to be a good boy! Study hard, improve my academic performance and make my mother happy for me! I made a mistake.

7. Write a 600-word narrative on the topic "I was wrong". Sorry, teacher, I didn't finish my homework on XXXX.

That night, I (describe what happened to you, whether you attended the funeral or had a good time) started doing my homework very late. After I did several kinds of homework, I wanted to sleep, so I had the idea of getting up tomorrow morning to make up my homework (I didn't make up my homework the next day). I know what I did was wrong. No matter how busy I am, I must finish the homework assigned by the teacher. Homework is the feedback of our study, and homework is the crystallization of the teacher's sweat.

We should cherish this hard-won opportunity and work hard to finish our homework. But I failed my teacher and my future.

It is irresponsible for me to give up the opportunity to study in order to enjoy the present, so I must not allow myself to happen again. I am extremely sorry about this matter. I will make a profound review again. I hope the teacher will forgive me and my conscience will forgive me.

Profound review: Teacher, I know I'm not working hard enough and I'm not serious enough. From my attitude towards homework, I can see that I am not a good student in your mind. But I know I made a serious mistake this time, which is a disrespect to the teacher, because the teacher is actually very hard, but I still give you trouble.

I promise, it won't happen again, because I already know my mistake, and I will definitely correct it. But you are so strict that we don't do our homework and never have to write a review. Excuse me, teacher. It is wrong for me not to do my homework. I should do it next time. Excuse me, teacher. It is wrong for me not to do my homework. Then I'll write as many words as the teacher asks me to next time. Excuse me, teacher. It was wrong of me not to do my homework. Excuse me, teacher. It was wrong of me not to do my homework. Excuse me, teacher. It's my fault not to do it next time. Excuse me, teacher. It was wrong of me not to do my homework. I'm sorry

8. Rewrite Zheng Chouyu's "mistakes" into prose. I walked through the poetry of Jiangnan, and my soul was washed away by it, surging.

Water misty rain, blue cloth dress, revealing Ming Che's eyes under the headscarf. There is a faint fragrance in those eyes. Mixed with sadness, it has become a unique style in Jiangnan.

The charm of Jiangnan, with the flowing water of the water town, drips again and again, like the change of lotus flowers in the years. This change follows the change of seasons, which makes me very helpless and always feels that there is no trace to be found.

In spring in the south, there is no sound, no storms and clouds, only gentle ripples floating on the water.

March should be the season when flowers bloom. You are particularly touching in the water town, just like a budding bud, with a light pink dream, the dream that intoxicated you floated into my eyes.

You shut yourself in a lonely wall, and there is a mystery in your heart that I can never peep at, just like the bluestone road sprinkled by the sunset in the evening, clear and far away, moist and hazy.

Whether my arrival will disturb your thoughts. I will give you a surprise. If there is no accident, you will hang down the curtain on your window and close your heart. Your beauty is like your closed small window, which can't blow a trace of wind.

Do you hear the sound of my tired hooves ringing in your heart? Jiangnan, you are my wandering destination, but I can't be the one who makes you look forward to waiting, which really disappoints me.

I seem to be just a passer-by in your life. I can only come in a hurry at the moment when you and I meet, and then slowly go away, as if it were just a ripple across your heart. Without the strong wind, I don't have the courage to open your curtains and let you see that I am covered in dust.

I walked through the south of the Yangtze River and lingered there. I left tears and heartbeats for it, with no regrets. Even if it's a beautiful mistake.

9. Please rewrite Zheng Chouyu's "mistakes" into prose mistakes of about 800 words.

I walked through Jiangnan.

Twilight is approaching, but the green banks and ethereal landscapes have not lost half their beauty. This is really a water town, always foggy and rainy. Unlike the desert with yellow sand, there is no strong wind and scorching sun, only exquisite poems and paintings, which gently accept every passerby.

The east wind is blowing, but my cheeks are warm. Catkin is scattered in the air like salt and snow, and the sound of horseshoes beating on the bluestone board. The clang of rough Yuan Ye is melodious like a dream for a while, and feels a little drunk and lazy for a while, lost in the wind. I hate to leave. So I pulled the reins and hissed gently, and the horse stopped obediently. Ma, Ma, have you walked enough rough roads to understand the warmth of the river? Still waiting for this day?

Quiet, isn't Jiangnan a flowing car in Ma Rulong? Why is it so quiet at the moment? Maybe even busy people need a rest. Jiangnan is the same, used to prosperity, but miss the initial loneliness.

Standing by the water are some double-decker wooden houses, antique, moist and soft, and the dreamy fragrance spreads instantly, which has a unique charm.

"Cheep", the sound of friction between boards suddenly sounded, weak but crisp. I was suddenly surprised, took back my rambling thoughts and looked inside. Who knows this, but it will never be forgotten.

A woman leaned out of a wooden window with such an anxious and sad expression. But to my surprise, her eyes were directed at me? What kind of woman is this? The dancing skirt is lined with incomparable loneliness, as thin as a lotus flower that is about to be blown off by the wind, with its hair slanted and its uncombined hair gently resting on its shoulders. I can't see her face clearly, but I really feel it.

However, the moment my eyes met, I was completely lost.

Rulian's face suddenly withered and was blown down by the wind.

Loneliness, fatigue and loss float in the sky in the south of the Yangtze River.

And all this is only between my surprise, looking back and staring.

I was at a loss, I didn't know what I had done wrong, but suddenly I remembered a sentence:

Dress up,

Leaning on the Wangjiang Tower alone,

After all, Qian Fan is nothing,

Obliquely filled with water,

Heartbroken white frequency continent.

Isn't the scene in front of you? Only Qian Fan has become a horseshoe, and Baibozhou has become a bluestone road.

Everything was quiet, not even a little footsteps, and everything stopped at this moment. Just like a woman's closed heart, it ripples like water. All the waiting is shattered at this moment, an unreachable mistake; All the sleeping people wake up at this moment, a nightmare of joy and sadness. Dongfeng stays in the distance, catkins fall asleep on the soft branches, regardless of the waiting and dreams of the world.

"After a farewell, has been silent. At the beginning, the vestibule was green. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know ... "

All the weak thoughts fall into my ears, green willows are in early spring and bluestones are in deep alleys. I can't help but ask softly, "Is spring really coming ..."

A sigh, accompanied by a long Ma Si, the reins passed, and a cold wind shattered the woman's sigh. "My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake. I'm not a returnee, just a passerby ... "

Since then, the well-developed Jiangnan has lost its weight in its heart, and the scenery has changed like a lotus for decades, leaving only a dry lotus stalk between opening and closing.

I patted my horse and it hissed in a low voice. I looked at the horse, and the horse looked at me. Deep eyes, my heart is broken. It seems to be telling something, I can't hear it clearly.

Several times in the Spring and Autumn Period, I never knew. It turned out that it said, "It's just because I feel that when I look back at you, I miss you very much."

The boundless yellow sand blew all over the sky, and my tears just flowed down.

postscript

After a farewell, I was speechless. The past is like smoke, and the dream is broken and I don't sleep. Since ancient times, many feelings have been hurt, even more than before! Affectionate disturbing people's heartless dreams, I have rushed into duckweed like snow, and my shock is fleeting. When I grow sad, I only sigh that I am affectionate, but who knows that I am crazy? Spring flowers and autumn moon are always empty seasons!

Error-Zheng Chouyu

I walked through Jiangnan.

A face waiting in the season

Such as the opening and falling of lotus flowers

The east wind won't come.

The catkins in March can't fly

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

The sound is silent.

The spring curtain in March has not been opened.

Your heart is

The small window is closed.

My father's horseshoe

This is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee.

It's a passerby