It was one night, the teacher assigned homework and asked us to look up information online. As soon as I finished my homework, I turned on the computer to look for information. No sooner had I checked the information than I heard a knock at the door. Mom opened the door. It turns out that dad has come back. He went to the computer room and saw me sitting in a chair using a computer. He thought I was playing a game. Without saying anything, my father dragged me from the computer chair to the sofa like an eagle catching a chicken. I looked up and saw that my father was furious and flew into a rage. Dad said, "Today is not Sunday. What computer are you playing with? " I wanted to explain that I was looking up information, not playing computer, but my father taught me a lesson and said I couldn't surf the Internet in the future. My father and I argued with each other, our hands clenched. I can't explain clearly, plus my father's firm language. I didn't do anything wrong, but I still left tears of injustice. "I'm looking up information. Why did my father wronged me? I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it off! " I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and shouted at him with all my strength. With a loud bang, I closed the door and rushed into the bedroom, lying on the bed, tears falling silently. Alas, my father's arbitrary character is really unbearable, and the more I think about it, the less interesting it becomes. After a long time, I heard my father's footsteps. He came up to me, stroked my head and said kindly, "Look at your pouting mouth, you are still angry with me!" " Sorry, dad was wrong about you. "At this time, my father gave me an apologetic look, a little embarrassed, but because of my father's appearance, I decided to forgive him, hoping that he would not break into a furious rage without knowing the ins and outs of things in the future. My anger disappeared and I smiled through tears.
Please write a 450-word composition on the topic of "grievance". A 450-word composition entitled grievance: grievance "I didn't read comic books!" " Teacher Yuan's eyes are full of anger and distrust, staring at me as if to say to me, "Stop quibbling, I have seen it all!" Sure enough, Teacher Yuan stared at me and said, "If it's not you, who else is reading this comic book?" Teacher Yuan's voice is so loud that I can't help shivering.
Teacher Yuan thought: The whole class is watching me. I can't do it without killing the police! Besides, he doesn't read comic books Why did he open the drawer? There is a comic book in the drawer, but apparently the classmate in the back row kicked my stool and gave it back to me. I was already in class when I took the book, and I happened to be seen by the sharp-eyed teacher Yuan, but I thought I was not listening to her class, but reading comic books in moderation.
Looking at that comic book again, as if nothing had happened, it seemed to say to me, "It's all your fault. Class is over. What comic book do you take?" Is it too late after class? This is really asking for it! "After being told by it, an anger welled up in my heart, clutching the cartoon tightly, feeling that my palms were sweaty and penetrated the cover of the cartoon." How do you explain this? "Miss Yuan's voice has increased by several decibels.
You know, she is the fiercest teacher in the school! Hearing this voice, I shivered and explained, "I ... I ... I didn't!" " Teacher Yuan saw me speak hesitatingly and thought, "You must have read comics. Hesitation is a sign of guilt ... "he asked," really? " "Really ... no-yes!" "Still lying? "This surprised me: How can you think I'm lying? I didn't even read comic books! I was just about to say, "It's a classmate in the back row …" but I saw Mr. Yuan wriggling towards the podium. When he left, he dropped a sentence: "Write me a 1000-word review and give it to me before going to school today! "The class started, but I don't know what I'm talking about. I feel so wronged: I didn't read comic books! Two lines of wronged tears have been quietly flowing ... 450 words of wronged essays Part II: There are always many unforgettable things in wronged life, and I am no exception. I remember it was a sunny morning, birds were singing cheerful songs in the branches, and I skipped to school with my schoolbag on my back.
When I came to the classroom, there was no one there. I put down my schoolbag and went to the flowerpot on the windowsill to see the flowers. I saw a flower drooping its head, as if it had been bullied. I saw it look listless, so I touched it with my hand to make it feel a little comforted, but something unexpected happened. The flower jumped off the cliff. I was startled, bent down and picked up the flower stuffed in the flowerpot.
At this time, a group of students came in side by side. The quick talker in our class was the first to see me holding the flowers in the flowerpot and thought I picked them from the flowerpot. I made a gesture to tell him not to say anything, but the "quick-talking boy" was a quick talker. He shouted at the students who came in regardless of the willy-nilly: "Look, look, Yin Jun picked the flowers in the flowerpot."
This is dozens of pairs of eyes looking at me, as if I were a rare animal in the zoo. I quickly defended myself.
However, my classmates don't believe me at all. I collapsed and tears welled up in my eyes like broken beads.
At that time, how much I wanted to pull out the first sword in history. The sword was shining with blood … but it was also a whim. At this time, the monitor asked about the situation and said to everyone, "Maybe we really wronged Yin Jun, forget it."
But my classmates still said that I was the hateful flower picker, and I was wronged. Although several years have passed, this matter still weighs on my mind like a stone. I really want to say to my classmates, "Please investigate this matter clearly before making a conclusion, so as not to wronged good people."
3. essay on the topic of injustice 1: I was wronged
Childhood memories are like stars in the sky, countless. Only the little thing that happened last semester impressed me deeply.
That afternoon, I was playing games with everyone. Suddenly, there was a scream and I rushed over. It turned out that the swallow accidentally stepped on the wound on Yang He's foot. Suddenly, Yang He's face was full of pain, and he burst into tears. I comforted Yang He and asked her if she would like to go to the infirmary. Suddenly, Guan Jianping raised his eyebrows and stared at his eyes. A thunderous voice rushed out of his mouth: "Huang, why did you fight?" Jaco, the monitor of the class, also pushed me into the classroom hard and roared, "It's a pity that you used to be the monitor. You hit someone!" Your name has been written down by me. ""No ... "I was about to defend myself when Mina left without looking back. Suddenly, my tears kept falling like broken beads.
Until now, when I think about it, I feel sad.
Chapter 2: I was wronged.
From small to large, I have experienced many storms, but only one thing impressed me the most.
One day, on my way to school, I happened to pass by the road and saw an old woman standing by the road. I thought, "There must be something." He went over and asked the old lady what had happened. After all, grandma is going to cross the road. I thought, "save grandma!" " It doesn't matter. It's a pleasure to help others. But it's too late to go to school now. "I hesitated. Finally, I decided to help grandma cross the street. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, let me help you cross the street!" " "Grandma nodded his head. I helped my grandmother walk forward step by step, and we walked slowly. With my help, grandma finally crossed the road, and she was very grateful to me. I looked at my watch and said, "No, I'm going to be late for school." I immediately rushed to school like a good horse. Sadly, I can't escape the fact that I am late after all. I saw the teacher as soon as I entered the classroom. I hung my head and dared not look at the teacher with my eyes. The teacher cruelly let me stand at the door, and the students looked at me. I am really embarrassed. What is hateful is that the teacher gave me a good scolding in front of my classmates. I am ashamed and don't know what to do. I want to explain to the teacher. But the teacher didn't listen to my explanation and scolded me for making excuses.
You see, I am not poor. I have been wronged like this, but what I did was a bad thing. What bad luck I will never forget this matter in my life.
Article 3: What I wrote was really wronged.
That morning, my mother got up early to buy food. When I came back, I saw my mother buy a pot of fake flowers. I said happily, "Mom, it's beautiful. Where did you buy it? " Mother smiled and said, "Beauty is beauty, but I don't know where to put it." I put it in the yard for fear of being stolen, so I put it in ... "I had a brainwave and said," Mom, let's put it in the living room! "Mother nodded his head.
In the afternoon, I was doing my homework when my mother let out a cry. I rushed over and asked, "mom, mom, what's the matter?" "What about flowers? Oh! You told me to put it in the living room. You took it after I went out in the morning, right? Where did you take it? " Mom said angrily. I asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with me? I only go out for dinner at noon, and I never go out at other times. How can I take it? " "Not who are you? You still don't admit it? " Mom said angrily. I said loudly: "You indiscriminately said that I took it, I didn't take it, and you have no proof." Say that finish, I ran to the room and slammed the door.
I didn't open the door to watch TV until after 7 pm, but I still didn't talk to my mother. Until 7: 30, my father came back, and I held a pot of exactly the same fake flowers that my mother bought in the morning. My mother and I both have doubts. When my father saw it, he said, "I went to work this morning and saw this fake flower. I think it's beautiful. I wanted to take it to the company to tell you, but when you were away, I took it. " Hearing this, my mother blushed and came over to apologize to me. ...
Please write an exercise on the topic of injustice, but on Sunday, my parents went to work overtime, so I had to stay at home alone. Before I left, my father told me several times, "Do your homework and don't watch TV, okay?" Mom and dad are gone, and I'm doing my homework carefully. Suddenly my grandmother came and I asked her to watch TV.
A few hours later, I finished my homework carefully and put it on the cupboard. Just after my grandmother left, my father came back, touched the tail of the TV and scolded me angrily: "You boy, I told you not to watch TV, but you insisted on watching it." You are deliberately targeting me, huh? " "I didn't look!" I confidently said, "Grandma saw it!" "You'd better talk back, I, I'll ask my grandmother about the phone call."
Dad asked grandma, hung up the phone and whispered to me, "Dad wronged you, can you forgive him?" Dad will buy you a comic book as compensation, okay? ""That's more like it. " I am proud to say.
This Sunday, I am both wronged and happy. I was wronged by my father, but I am glad that my father changed to take comic books with me after knowing his mistake.
5. Write an 800-word composition on the topic of "grievance". Everyone's life has joys and sorrows. They are like wonderful notes, which interpret wonderful life stories and enrich our lives. What I still remember is that I was wronged that time.
When I was a child, I was lively and naughty, which left a bad impression on people, so people always suspected that I was responsible for doing bad things. Over time, everyone got used to it.
One weekend, I was doing my homework carefully in my room. Frolicking and cheerful laughter came from time to time outside the house. Suddenly, there was a click, which cut the laughter, and then there was silence and silence. I didn't care much, so I continued to do my homework. Soon after, grandma ran into my room angrily and said in a questioning tone, "Did you break the flowerpot outside?" I was suddenly stunned and asked, "What flowerpot?" Grandma said, "Come with me." We hurried out of the room and came to the door. I can't help being surprised. I saw the flowerpot carved with Qinglong broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground, fertile soil overturned on the ground, a beautiful osmanthus tree lying quietly on the ground, several budding flowers knocked down, and the ground was a mess. However, where have all the partners gone? The eyes shifted from the osmanthus tree to the neighbors, only to see the neighbors holding the fragments of the flowerpot regretfully, looking at the osmanthus tree and sighing helplessly in every way. Grandma took me to my neighbor and motioned me to apologize with her hand. I looked back at grandma's firm face. I know this is indisputable, but I silently bowed my head and felt very wronged. Grandma motioned to me again, and her kind face has become very serious at this time. I reluctantly said "I'm sorry" and flew back to my room.
I didn't do it. Why should I apologize? Why did grandma insist that it was * * * without investigating the whole story? Does a person's temporary habit determine the result of a person's life? I tried to hold back my tears of injustice. Sparrows chirping out of the window are singing melodies, and the wind is passing happily in my ear. It looks natural and unrestrained, but I am unaware of it.
It's been four years since this incident, and it's hard to know the truth, but I won't forget grandma's firm face that day, forever and ever. ...
6. Write an argumentative essay or essay on grievances in high school: salty and sweet!
I don't know how many times I woke up in my dream, and the wronged tears continued to flow, admitting that I was wrong, but why are the wronged tears still flowing?
Grievance brings an innocent person, who doesn't know how warm and cold the world is, but only gets a glimpse.
I don't know how many tears I can bear, but tears flow down my cheeks like spring rain. Am I really wronged? I can't blur the mottled tears in my eyes myself. Did a moment of suspense and tears confuse you?
Want to know yourself more deeply and further. But why is it always so difficult? Are you avoiding something? Or did you always have those pure and sweet dreams when you were a child?
In reality, I don't know myself. It is the vigor of youth, the kind guidance and the teacher's regret. I am spinning around in the upside-down world, learning to lead my journey with kindness, so as not to lose my way so quickly, but to prepare for the next page!
And tears are so casual that they touch all my nerves and remind me.
I daydream, I escape, and I feel wronged. I ...
That's what I want to fly!
Learn to escape. Do you want to forget anything? !
It is better to be happy every day than to be wronged by yourself!
……
Lost in tears, but I don't know what I am doing. Have you really lost yourself? No I don't. I still have friends, friends, life ... How wonderful!
And tears depend on it, it is a little salty, bitter to the heart, but a little sweet, extending to the future! As beautiful as a rainbow!
That grass and eyes wither at the age of one, and there is also the sadness of falling into England. Perhaps because of this, autumn will become a season of reverie!
And the cold winter is coming, but what are you waiting for …
Spring blossoms, and the frozen and dusty heart wakes up again!
The rainbow is so beautiful, so beautiful beyond words, so beautiful that people sigh!
Look for loss in tears, and now smile at life. Rain is a rainbow, but what about tears? Yes ... I think it will be beautiful!
Postscript:
The inscription has no postscript, just to find the sincerity in my heart!
7. The grievances of ten yuan for the composition with grievances as the theme.
Dear Mom:
Hello!
Do you know that?/You know what? One day during the summer vacation, something happened. Maybe you don't remember, maybe you still remember. However, when you know the truth, maybe you will forgive me.
It was August 30th, the last day of summer vacation. Of course, it will be your birthday in a few days. On this day, I want to buy you a birthday present. It happened that you weren't at home, so I went to the gift shop with ten dollars.
When I arrived at the gift shop, I chose from "10 yuan cabinet" and finally decided to buy you a photo frame: wooden, dark blue and white. In the corner of the photo frame, there is a seagull standing on a stake, which is simple but not messy.
When I got home, I didn't expect you to come back Your eyes are shining with anger, and some areas are cloudy to light rain. "Where is the money?" You ask. I bowed my head and said nothing. Then you started talking about me. I said this is not good, that is not good. I was so wronged that I wanted to cry. I really want to take out my present and throw it away. I really regretted it at that time. I regret not buying a gift, and I was scolded for buying it. But later, I still didn't do that, because this gift is for you. After all, it is a secret.
Now, I have finished telling the truth. I hope you can forgive me after reading this letter, because I just want to give you a surprise.
Good luck with your work!
8. The composition of the wronged topic has experienced countless things since childhood. Many things linger with the passage of time. But that grievance made me unforgettable for a long time. The school held a sports meeting two years ago, which made the students very happy. The teacher gave me an arduous task-organizing cheerleading. At every sports meeting, students always compete for this position. This time, the teacher actually asked me to be a teacher in person, which caused some students' jealousy. I made a good plan to arrange the staff with one class. Fortunately, everyone obeyed my orders, and my heart was filled with joy. This time, I must succeed. On the way home from school that day, I was alone, facing the cool breeze, and saw a scene at the sports meeting: cheerleaders shouted neat slogans. Cheer for the athletes. Athletes are more handy and motivated. The wonderful performance of the cheerleaders and the excellent performance of the athletes attracted the praise of the teachers and the admiration of the students. The sports meeting finally arrived. Of course, I went ahead as planned. But who knows, they didn't wear neat school uniforms according to my regulations and didn't shout * * *. The whole class is in a mess. Why? What the hell is going on here? I have been training for several days, so it should be no problem! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I directed again, but they ignored me and continued to shout at sixes and sevens slogans. They deliberately opposed me. I really can't think of a new way to deal with them. I almost didn't cry. After school, the teacher called me into the office and asked me what was going on with a straight face. I didn't answer, but I really didn't know how to answer. I just kept crying. The teacher accused me. But you really let me down? ""I-"I was trying to explain, but I was interrupted by the teacher. You're making a mountain out of a molehill this time. Do you know what other teachers say about our class? Do you know what the headmaster said about our class? They say our class has no organizational discipline at all! You will never be asked to do anything again? I can't trust you anymore! "The teacher's words, like thousands of steel needles, hurt my heart. But the teacher doesn't understand, it's not my fault! My self-esteem was greatly hurt! My whole person suddenly collapsed and my heart was broken. I won the trust of my teacher by my own ability, but why do so many students embarrass me because of a little jealousy? The teacher criticized me indiscriminately. I was wronged and innocent! I shouted in my mind. I don't know how many tears I shed that day. These are tears of injustice and heartbreak.