Ding is over. I gently walked to his desk and whispered to Xiao Wang, "I'm sorry, please forgive me." "Nothing." Xiao Wang shrugged his shoulders and said casually.
After listening to his words, I felt more annoyed on my face. Yes! From now on, I want to be calm and not so impulsive.
It happened in an experimental primary school.
After the second class that day, I said to my classmate Wu Wenli, "Let's go rubber band jumping later! She was collecting her homework and didn't listen to me carefully, so she said, "All right. "
After a while, she put away her homework and returned to her seat. She just picked up the extracurricular books and read them. I went over to her and asked her, "Didn't we just agree to jump rubber bands together?" Because she didn't hear clearly just now, she said, "Did I say that? Why don't I remember? " I said grumpily, "I see. In fact, you didn't take me seriously at all, and you didn't take what I said seriously at all. " She quickly explained, "I didn't mean to." I interrupted her words. At this time, all the students came to see Wu Wenli blushing and crying on his desk.
Since then, our relationship has been frozen, and no one cares about anyone. Then I suddenly felt that I had done something wrong. Once, I tried to apologize to her, but I swallowed it in my throat. Although I want to make up with Wu Wenli, I am so proud that I can't say anything to apologize.
One day, she stammered to me, "Can you … can you forgive me?" I bit my lip and nodded slightly. I thought: why did she apologize to me when I did something wrong?
I regret it. Because I don't unite and respect others. I thought, "The teacher says every day that we should tolerate others. Why can't I do it? Is it not to let others tolerate themselves?
Although I made up with Wu Wenli, I transferred to another school and didn't see her. I hope to see her again and sincerely say to her, "I'm sorry, I was wrong ..."
One thing I regret.
"Ah, this person is my mother, this person is my mother. This man gave me life and a home ... "Whenever I heard the song" Mother ",I paid tribute to my mother. In my heart, my mother is sacred, but I also apologize for my mother. Here's the thing:
It was the day after school in the afternoon, and I was a little upset because of the unhappy things at school. After returning home, my mother nagged like a hen-pecked wife: "Phoebe, is it cold today?" "What to eat at noon? Mom made it for you ... ""That's enough, I'm bored. " I put down my glass and went to my room. After a long time, I opened the window and looked up at the blue sky, thinking: how brilliant the sun is and how free the white clouds are. Why can't I feel better and not be angry with my loving mother? After thinking about it, I suddenly realized that the contradiction I caused at school had nothing to do with my mother. As soon as I entered the door, my mother said a few words of concern for me out of kindness. At this time, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is bittersweet and really unbearable. Later, my mother's concern for me reappeared in front of my eyes: on rainy days, my mother came to pick me up from school with an umbrella. She was caught in the rain and held the umbrella above my head; During the operation, my mother encouraged me to tide over the difficulties bravely and stay with me all day. I couldn't help the pain and even pinched my mother a few times. My mother stroked my head gently, without a word of complaint ... the power of maternal love drove me to my mother's room. I gently pushed open the door and said to my mother, "Mom, you care about me very much, but I'm in a bad mood today. I'm sorry to make you angry." My mother listened and said with a smile on her lips, "It doesn't matter, son, it's not expensive for people to make mistakes, but it's more expensive to correct them." Didn't' bosom sister' (Lu Qin) say that' tolerance is the greatest virtue in the world'? When your mother is in a bad mood, you also tolerate her. " Ah, my mother is really an understanding and good mother! I-moved, tears like a broken crystal column, trickling down my cheeks.
I regret it every time I think about it. Maternal love is great and selfless. I shouldn't be angry with my mother. I must be filial to my mother.
One thing I regret.
Today is my eighth birthday, and it is also the day when my father comes back from a business trip. My father loves me very much. Every time he comes back, he buys me a lot of toys and food. Thought of here, my heart is full of joy.
"Bell ... Bell ..." After school, I hurriedly put on my schoolbag and hurried out of the classroom door. At this time, the monitor Lingling pulled me back and said sternly, "You are going to sweep the floor today. How can you steal it? " I am complaining in my heart: What a bad day. It's not my turn to be on duty early or late, but it's my turn today. Thought of here, my heart is depressed.
I took a broom and swept a public place with fallen leaves. After all, it was winter, and I swept here. When the wind blows, leaves fly everywhere. The leaves seem to be against me, and I want to hit them with anger. Seeing that all the students in other classes have finished sweeping, I can't wait to put on my wings and fly home for my birthday. I think: the delicious food at home must be cold. Thinking of this, my stomach sings "empty city plan". At this time, I saw that the public places of the next class had been swept away, and the school was much quieter. Suddenly, I had a brainwave. I looked guiltily at no one around, picked up a broom and "moved" the garbage to a family. The monitor came over and asked me if I had finished sweeping. I stammered, "That's it ..." The monitor made a tour and announced that he could go home. The stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground. Along the way, I was secretly happy for my cleverness.
After returning home, my father bought me many gifts, including a fun remote control car, a knowledgeable Grimm fairy tale, a delicious cake, and the long-awaited Amethyst ... I picked up Amethyst and read it proudly with relish, as if I had entered the ocean of knowledge. I read and read, and the four dazzling characters of "honesty and trustworthiness" came into view. Suddenly, my happy mood drifted to the outside of the cloud nine and my mood became heavy. It seems that someone in my ear is blaming me: you are really not an honest and trustworthy child. Suddenly, my ears are burning. Dad seemed to read my mind and asked me what was wrong. I told my father everything, and my father said to me earnestly, "Son, you did something wrong. Make up for your mistakes with actions and be a moral child. " After listening to my father's words, I burst into tears of disappointment.
At the morning meeting the next day, I admitted my mistake to the teacher. At this time, I wish there was a crack in the ground so that I could get in. Although it has been a long time, my father's words are still deeply engraved in my heart, because he taught me how to be a man.
One thing I regret.
I used to see the word "regret" in books and newspapers. I always thought it was very popular and didn't really understand the meaning of this word. Now I finally got a taste of him. It's so bitter and unforgettable.
I like to eat dried sugar cane. One afternoon after school, I walked out of the school gate and saw a sugar cane seller. I want to buy one and I will go there. There were so many people buying it that I managed to squeeze in. 50 cents per cane. As soon as I reached into my pocket, I had only one yuan and paid it to the crutch seller. I think the man who sold sugar cane is very busy. He took my money and gave me change in a hurry. He handed me a crutch and went to help others. I took the cane and couldn't wait to peel it off and bite it in my mouth. Ah! How sweet! Sugarcane water is sweet in your mouth, let alone beautiful! I was about to take a second bite when it suddenly occurred to me that the man had given me the correct change. Look at him in a hurry to find money, don't be short of it! Thinking of this, I quickly took out the money from my pocket and counted it carefully. I couldn't help laughing after counting. It turned out that he gave me fifty cents more, which was equivalent to taking a crutch for nothing. I walked home happily.
When I got home, I told my father about it. I thought my father would be happy. Who knows, my father said to me, "Son, do you think this is the right thing to do?" After listening to my father, I think there is something wrong. I didn't steal the money, but the sugar cane seller found it for me by accident. I lowered my head, thinking, and suddenly saw the red scarf on my chest. I am a young pioneer! How can I do such a thing to take advantage of small things? Isn't this the shame of the red scarf? I regretted it so much that I ran out of the house and wanted to return the money to my uncle, but it was too late. He had already left.
At this time, my face is boiling hot, how can I be such a person! I feel sorry for that uncle, and the more I think about it, the more ashamed I feel. I feel very uncomfortable and heavy.