Think about it and regret it. Children's Day a year ago. That day, I went back to my grandmother's home with my mother. Grandma has some fruit trees: pear, apple, pomegranate, cherry and apricot. In June, it is the stage of apricot. As soon as I entered the room, I clamored for grandma to give me apricots to eat. However, grandma said that the apricots are not ripe yet! I looked puzzled: how is it possible? Apricots are sold everywhere in the street. Besides, according to my brother, my grandmother just brought them some apricots the other day! After thinking about it, I became angry: grandma must be an eccentric brother. She won't give me apricots, probably because she's afraid her brother won't eat them when he comes! I yelled at my grandmother, "Hum, only fools believe it!" Grandma said; "Will I still lie to you?" I am unhappy: "Why not? Maybe you lied to me on purpose! I'm afraid your baby grandson will have nothing to eat when he comes back! " At that time, I remember my grandmother's eyes were a little red and she sighed. But I don't care about that. Moreover, I think my grandmother is lying to me for a simple reason-eccentric brother. At dinner, grandma looked lost. Mom asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable? " Grandma smiled: "No, I'm fine!" "Mom saw also didn't ask more. I didn't say goodbye to grandma when I left. While my mother was talking to my grandmother, I picked a bigger apricot on the apricot tree. Because I think apricots must be cooked before they taste good. When I got home, I couldn't wait to wash the apricots and eat them. I regretted it as soon as I opened my mouth. This apricot can't bite at all. And I only chewed a little skin, which was sour and astringent. I immediately thought that this apricot was really not ripe, and grandma didn't lie to me. But why did grandma give some apricots to her brother a few days ago? I called my brother right away, and I regretted it! It is his grandmother who gives apricots to his younger brother. Her grandmother's apricots are ripe. My grandmother is her grandmother. I'm beginning to feel at a loss. I reacted immediately, dialed my grandmother's phone and apologized to her. Fortunately, grandma said she wouldn't be angry and wouldn't be angry with me. Finally, I asked my grandmother not to complain. As soon as the words came out, I regretted it. Although my grandmother agreed to my request, she complained to her mother long ago. Will she wait until now? Alas-I feel sorry for my grandmother from the bottom of my heart. Now, whenever I see Huang Chengcheng's apricots in a street vendor's basket, I think of my grandmother and everything I have done. I really regret it! Grandma, have you really forgiven me? Grandma, I'm sorry! Group comment: The article is clear in narration and full of sincere feelings in simple narration. Think about it and regret "just make do". This is my wisdom, and I know it's not good, but I can't change it. Why bother yourself so much? Later, I learned that making do would bring more trouble. On the eve of June 1, 2007, the school selected outstanding students at the county and city levels, and somehow gave me the quota. I didn't think about it until I went home for dinner at night, so I took out the application form and began to fill in ... "Special case"? I don't know much, just fill it in casually, there are good and bad anyway. Pick up the brush and brush it a few times. "Diligence is the teacher's right-hand man ..." More than a dozen Chinese characters, dozens of words, popped up on the paper, which was quite big, full, and looked a bit awkward. With an attitude of muddling along, I handed this form to the teacher. Another week, just after the music class, Hyun-woo and Zhao and I carried Qin and his teacher's things to the office. It's really unreasonable to see so many teachers. Put the piano down, turn around and get ready to go. "Star, come here. "Who is this? Out of the corner of my eye, grade director? Pretending not to hear is undoubtedly a stupid and unrealistic behavior. Walk past with your head down. I saw her take out a small stack of paper from the drawer and put it casually on the desk. I took a look. This is an application form. She picked up the first one and held it in front of me. I looked at her doubtfully and handed the application form to me. She pointed to the exception column: "Look at what others have filled in, and then look at you. Your parents are both teachers. You don't even have this level, do you? "You see other people's books, very anxious to write me a couple of thousand words. Give me a dozen words if you want! What else do you apply for? " I bowed my head. Seriously, the number of words is not a problem. Don't you think what I wrote is the essence? And I don't want to report it myself. The teacher reported it to me. Can I not? "XingRui, you see what you wrote is the teacher's right-hand man. Why didn't you see that I was filling in for your teacher this week? "I turned around and saw it, Mrs. Du Pang. Isn't this a tragedy? What did I do to piss you off? Where were you when I was in charge? Have you ever slept in the house? Who do you think collects homework every day and is in charge of discipline? Is that you? No. The above is purely my own fantasy. I think so, but it's not realistic. The teachers in the office are all talking noisily, and I know those people, but they all seem to know me, and some even criticize me by name. I feel a little dizzy. Do I know you? It's like we never said anything. Why is this language, nature, music, society and spirit all in the teacher's class? Who am I on your way? You feel famous for the first time? But at this moment, it brings me only misfortune, and it gives these gloating people reasons to accuse me. I should have filled it out at that time, giving myself such a trouble. To tell the truth, I had an impulse to laugh at that moment, but somehow it turned into crying. I felt a drop of water really flowing from the corner of my eye, on my cheek, then in my mouth, and finally on the ground. I was unlucky enough to really bully you on the floor. Drops of water on the floor betrayed me. I forced out a smile, but I knew it must be more ugly than crying. I just don't want to expose my vulnerability in front of these people, not at all. " Why are you crying? "Asked the grade director. Don't I even have the right to cry? "Can I regret it? "I know everyone can see the unwillingness in my words, but I didn't expect her to let me go so easily, so she shouldn't take this tone to me. But the scene I imagined did not appear. " It's good to know regret. You go. "She pointed to the application form." Nothing will happen! "Does she think I want to be one? Who cares? I bowed symbolically and then rushed out of the office ... Later, I applied and gave a speech in front of all the teachers and students on June 1 day. The red certificate was passed around by my classmates, and they all cast envious eyes on me, but of course they were unwilling. I think it's ridiculous. This is not an honor. She brought me shame. I just stubbornly believe. A lot of things are always unbearable. After a long time, I feel more and more ridiculous, extreme and naive at that time. Junior high school last semester, grade one. Send us a reading once a week. There is an article called Attitude, which is simple and profound. After graduating from college to find a job, the protagonist went through layers of screening, and finally only two people were left. For the last time, make quarterly sales reports at the same time, which is cost-effective. The protagonist quickly completed the bargain, and it was not bad at all, but the opponent was hired. Because the opponent got the bargain, he filled in the monthly liquidation, but the protagonist didn't. Well, it seems that it is not the ability to work, but the attitude towards things. I suddenly understood that I was too careless to do anything, even if I got that certificate. I regret my stubbornness and ignorance. I really want to fill out that form again, not to escape criticism. Does this matter have a deep impact on me? I don't know, but whenever I face a problem, what I think is no longer the result, but the process and attitude.