Wronged tears composition 1 "Bang", the glass door broke and the ground was covered with glass fragments. The cold wind outside the window suddenly blew in, making my already cold back even colder.
"Did you break this cup? As soon as the voice fell, my mother's angry face was in front of me. " No, no ... no ... me. "My brain exploded and I couldn't wash it off if I jumped into the Yellow River.
"You must have broken it, or will it fall for no reason?" Mom's words are very firm, and there is no room for me to defend.
Trembling, I pointed to the open window and said, "The glass door was not pressed tightly, and it was blown off by the wind.
"impossible!" Mother's hand waved wildly.
My tears swirled around my eyes and my heart was pounding. Why doesn't my mother believe me? "
"What's the use of crying? If it is broken, you should admit it! "
"No ... no ... it's really not me." Touch your red face, and you can't feel whether it is hot or painful, fleshy or heartbroken. My tears suddenly poured down like a broken faucet, but I knew that in my mother's view, no matter how I explained it, it was useless. I insisted that it was me. I shouted in a hoarse voice, mixed with sobs, trying to clarify myself.
But my behavior seems to add fuel to my mother's anger. My mother's face turned livid, and she looked at me as if she were examining the prisoners. "Get a broom, clean up the broken glass and take responsibility for what you have done." "I didn't do it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Stop it, it must be you." Mom's words are the same as before.
Tears ran across my cheeks and blurred my eyes. I took a bite, and my tears were full of grievances and sadness.
Mother walked into the room without looking back and slammed the door. My heart hurts, as if it had been cut by a knife. I wish my mother would say, "Son, my mother believes you, and you are not bad." But this is not reality.
It's not the wind blowing outside the window, it's injustice; What is broken on the floor is not glass, but heart.
I cried because I was wronged by my classmates and the teacher didn't listen to my explanation.
It was a sunny morning and I walked to school with my schoolbag on my back. The birds twittered to greet me, the grass nodded to me, the willow waved to me, the sun shone warmly on me, and the breeze gently stroked my face. I came to the classroom with a happy mood, took out my books and read the text aloud. At this time, the teacher went out and the students saw that the teacher had left. The classroom exploded. Some students are talking about games, some students are talking about some interesting things ... at this time, the teacher came and the students got it done in an instant. There was silence. I raised my hand and told the teacher, "Li wants to talk to the students behind me all the time." And he retorted to me and said, "You still report me? Just like you didn't speak yourself. " "I didn't say ..." "You two get out!" The teacher said angrily. I had to walk out of the classroom angrily.
The teacher came over and said, "Which one of you spoke?" "He!" We said the word almost at the same time and pointed at each other. "You two go back and copy a text each!" The teacher said angrily.
I had to go back to the classroom silently. I really want to scold Li Xiang. I didn't make it clear, but he wronged me.
After school, I was walking on the road and it began to rain, damn it! I didn't bring an umbrella, and the wind blew on my face like a knife. ...
I was really angry and shed tears of injustice. It's really hard to feel wronged.
Wronged Tears Composition 3 When I opened the album of memories, I saw the scenes I had experienced before, and one of the grievances made me unforgettable.
It was a sunny day. I play games on the computer. I suddenly feel thirsty, but there is no ice water at home. The idea of going downstairs to buy ice cream flashed through my mind. I ran to my mother and held her hand like a coquette and asked her for money. My mother couldn't help begging and gave me five dollars. I ran downstairs happily, bought ice cream in a hurry and gave money. I went home unhurriedly, put the money back on my mother's dresser and went to read. I was fascinated when my mother came in unconsciously. I was shocked by her. She asked me if I had got the money back. I replied, "I didn't take it. What's wrong? " "Also said that you didn't take it, cheating!" Mom said she beat me around, which broke my heart! I can't help but shed tears. I thought my mother would comfort me, but instead of comforting me, she severely scolded me and said, "You obviously took it and are still crying!" " "This sentence is not in my mind, but in my heart. My mother got up early the next morning and told me that she was sorry. It turned out that she found the money. To make it up to me, she took me to the park to play, but I didn't have a good time. I still thought about yesterday over and over again.
I don't know how many tears I shed that day. Those are wronged tears, do you understand?
Wronged tears composition 4 people have shed a lot of tears all their lives. When you fail, you will shed sad tears; When you are injured, you will shed painful tears; When you are happy, you will shed tears of happiness; When I succeed, I will shed tears of joy ~ but what I remember most is the tears when I was misunderstood by others.
People often say: men don't flick when they have tears. Not necessarily. I shed tears of injustice.
I remember once, my classmates took Yuan to buy books. In the second class, I heard someone say, "Who stole my money?" I looked at it carefully. Oh, it's Yin Pei. She is anxiously rummaging through her schoolbag. I asked with concern, "Yin Pei, how much did you lose?" "Yuan." "ah! Yuan ". I suddenly froze. I don't know how to comfort her. At this moment, I heard Xiao Guoxing say, "Yin Pei, Ouyang Yi stole your money." I was very angry. I said to Xiao Guoxin, "Do you have any evidence for saying that? Take it out! " He said, "You saw Yin Pei's money last class." I said, "It's not that you can't look at other people's money. I can't say I stole it! " We had a big fight. Then the teacher came. She asked about the situation and began to investigate. Under her investigation, the truth came out. It turns out that Xiao Guoxing stole the money. I said to him angrily, "Why are you called a thief?" You wronged me. "I was so angry that I cried.
I finally know that being wronged is not good.
In my memory, I shed tears many times, and when I was happy, I shed excited tears; I shed sad tears when I was lost, and what moved me most was the tears of injustice.
That day, I bought a small Lego toy in a toy store. I took it to school and thought, "I'm going to show it off in front of my classmates today."
When I came to the classroom, my classmates were watching around my deskmate. I didn't know until I looked at it in the past that my deskmate bought the same Lego toy as me, and he was showing it to his classmates. I thought to myself, "it's boring if I take it out now." So I put Lego back in my schoolbag.
After a while, the self-study class was over, and I saw my deskmate loudly say to my classmates, "My Lego is gone, which one of you took my Lego!" "
So, the students went around to help find the "Lego" at the same table. When he found me here, a classmate saw my "Lego" and he robbed my toy.
I quickly said to him, "This is my Lego." The deskmate said loudly, "This is mine!" All the students looked at me with clear eyes, as if to say, "You are a thief."
I looked at everyone's eyes and felt wronged, and my tears kept flowing downwards. My deskmate immediately put my Lego in my schoolbag.
I cried all the time when I got home, thinking that the Lego I bought with my pocket money was taken away by my deskmate. I feel very sad! Just when I was depressed, my classmate called and said, "I'm sorry, I was so careless that I put your Lego in the pencil box." I'll pay you back tomorrow, please forgive me! " "
After listening to the phone, I felt as if I had put down a stone in my heart. I said, "Your carelessness led my deskmate to misunderstand me, but I forgive you."
This misunderstanding made me shed tears of injustice, but I forgave others, and I praised my tolerance in my heart.
Wronged Tears Composition 6 In our campus life, there will always be some interesting things, but there will inevitably be painful and wronged things. Listen to me. ...
Cloudless, sunny morning in Wan Li. My classmates and I were going downstairs to do exercises, but we said, "Ah!" Alarmed all the students. It turns out that this is the cry of the loud voice goddess Zhang Jingxian. Because Yang seems to have deliberately kicked her and retorted, but Yang swore! Yang really knows everything in our department. He seems to have scolded all the girls? Which girl can stand such abuse? Finally, I cried with a "wow". She is easily hurt, and she doesn't know what she will do in the future! We didn't take it seriously when we went downstairs to do exercises
As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw splashing water on Yang's seat with a cup. These water droplets seem to be wrapped in Zhang Jingxian's anger and hatred! Yang sat in his seat and made a butt full of water to "live up to expectations". But later, when I was tired of playing, just sitting in my seat, several boys next to me said, "Hey! There is water spilled by Yang on your seat! " I was shocked and touched my ass. The weather is very humid.
I asked Yang loudly, "Did you spill water on my seat? Did I annoy you? " He casually replied, "Who told you to splash water on my seat?" "You deserve it!" It turned out that he thought I spilled water on him. I explained it to him again, but he just didn't believe me and called names. I was so angry that I cried! In a rage, I told the class teacher. There will be no action on this matter.
In the afternoon, the last class is English. The teacher promised that we could play this class, so I went to ask the teacher if I could play, but the teacher scolded me again for this. I was wronged! I shed tears of injustice. ...
Wronged Tears Composition 7 Remember/kloc-When I was 0/0 years old, something happened that made me extremely wronged, which is still fresh in my memory. ...
On this day, my uncle came back from Shanghai and bought a suit for our three sisters. I got a beautiful skirt, and I am very happy. In the evening, I proudly wore this dress to my grandmother's house for dinner. Everyone is talking about how my skirt looks good. I'm so proud. But just then, my sister waved her hand and poured a bowl of soy sauce on my new skirt. I was so shocked that I quickly stood up and shook my skirt. I am a little sad to see that this skirt can no longer be worn. I looked at my sister. I can't see a trace of apology in her eyes. Instead, it seems to be saying to me: "Ha, what a suck! Who told you to steal my thunder! " I shouted angrily, "What are you doing? What a nuisance! " Mom interrupted: "Hey, hey, isn't it just a skirt?" Why are you so fierce? Don't scare your sister, really! ""she did it on purpose! " I retorted, how did that happen? My sister is so young that she doesn't know anything. You are really a big sister, nothing like your sister. How can you be so small? "I can't beat my mother, so I can only shoot my sister. I scolded her a few words and she shed crocodile tears. My mother quickly persuaded my sister. This time, she widened her eyes and scolded me more severely: "Dandan, you are getting more and more ridiculous. Get in the room! "I ran into the room aggrieved and slammed the door." Bang ". I threw my head on the bed, and tears welled up and flowed into the thick quilt.
I cried sadly, hoping that my mother would knock at the door, but I waited for a long time and there was no sound at all. I'm heartbroken and I don't care about anything. Now I just feel so lonely. ...
Wronged Tears Composition 8 In my life, I have shed tears many times. When I was a child, my mother cried because others took their dolls to buy things. When I grow up, I will cry because of quarreling with my friends or encountering unpleasant things, such as cutting my hand. It's mature now.
However, what makes me most sad and wronged is that incident. It was a winter morning, and the cold wind blew me hard to open my eyes. I finally walked to school step by step. I walked into the classroom and saw several female students looking at me whispering. The male classmate gave me a look and walked away. I'm starting to feel something is wrong. I sat in my seat, and my good deskmate always saw me and left quickly. I feel as if I were dreaming. "Hey, you give me my advanced pen!" My receptionist yelled at me. I was stunned. Yesterday, my front desk took the advanced pen that her father bought in other places to school, and all the students gathered around in amazement, but I didn't take it! Did they make a mistake? "What advanced pen? Yesterday, yours?
How come? Lost it? I don't know! I said. "Hum, don't pretend, you took a fancy to this pen yesterday, and now you don't admit it?" "That is, hurry back to somebody else's pen! If the teacher knows, he will criticize you! " Her partner is always ready to help her. "No, I didn't take it, you you ..." "What do you mean, you took it? We looked for it, but there was no schoolbag or pencil case. You still don't admit it? " ?
I turned red with anger and couldn't help crying. Let's have a good cry. No one in my classmates understands me. Everyone thinks I'm faking it. Don't cry, but you still feel uncomfortable. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I managed to say, "Please, look again ..." They searched the table again and finally found a pen in the gap of the table-the truth came out! I cried in grievance ... this is one thing I cried in grievance. In the future, I will make things clear first, so as not to make people cry as wronged as me.
There are many kinds of tears, including sadness, joy, excitement and injustice. I seldom shed tears since I was a child, but this time I shed tears of injustice.
I was lucky to find a dollar today. As soon as I got home, I shook my pocket hard, because I put the one yuan I found in my campus card, and my mother heard the sound of "clang, clang" in my pocket. Mother asked, "What's in your pocket?" I quickly said, "Nothing." Mom said, "Tell the truth." I can't hide any longer, so I have to take out the money I found.
Mother asked, "Where did this dollar come from?" I said, "I picked it up." Mom said, "Tell the truth." I said, "Mom, I really told the truth." I have always answered so firmly. But mom doesn't believe it. Mother asked again, "Where did you pick up this dollar?" I said, "I found it in the garden." Mother asked again, "Who saw it?" I said, "No, Yu Zhong took the stairs that day." I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm telling the truth. Don't hit me. " Mom said, "All right." I told the truth. I said I found it by the car. Mother said, "I can't stand it now." Mother raised her hand and slapped me hard. I didn't want to cry, but tears are not obedient's came down like a waterfall. I went to take the school bus, but my face was red and my eyes were red. God is so unfair to me. I found a dollar, which was a good thing, but my mother took the place of it.
God, can you clear my name? Can you give me justice? I hate you now.
Wronged tears composition 10 There are many tears in the world, including sad tears, happy tears, painful tears and failed tears. My tears are more uncomfortable than the tears of sadness and failure, and they are unspeakable tears-wronged tears.
One morning, the weather was fine, but I was unhappy for a while. My brother and I are racing. When I was running, my brother suddenly knocked down a little sister. Her mother came and her little sister sat on the ground crying. Her mother said angrily, "Who knocked down my daughter?" My brother pointed his finger at me. I stood there like a fool. I came to my senses and looked at my brother, who looked at me with happy eyes. My brother said a few words and put the blame on me. I was scolded by this mother. I sat on the sofa, tears streaming down my face. My brother is so kind to me at ordinary times, but this time he looks like a wolf in sheep's clothing. This is an unspeakable feeling.
One afternoon, my brother stole fifty dollars from my mother's bag to buy snacks. My mother said, "Son, have you seen my fifty dollars?" I didn't want my brother to be scolded, so I said no. My brother said, "My brother stole this fifty dollars. Asked me to buy him snacks and said to give me another ten dollars. " I was scolded by my mother again this evening. Sitting in bed late at night, I thought, "Have I become a person with a bad back?"
The tears of these two grievances have been deeply engraved in my heart. Is my life so miserable?