1. Write an essay on regret for primary school students
Many of the wrong things I have done are deeply imprinted in my mind, and I feel very regretful when I think of them. Just like the pen in front of me, when I see it, I feel guilty.
It was the morning of my birthday. My mother took me to the store to buy gifts. After careful selection, I finally bought a beautiful pen. I liked it very much.
But a few days after I was happy, my beloved pen disappeared. I searched left and right, but couldn't find it, and I felt very sad. On this day, I suddenly discovered that Gao Yumeng, who was sitting in front of me, was writing with the same pen as mine. I was shocked. Did my best classmate steal it? I have to say no, but I looked at her furtively, as if she was avoiding me. She must have a guilty conscience, it's her, it must be her! I'm very angry, how could this happen! Because of this, I didn't talk to her all day.
The next day, I finally couldn't help but ask her: "Mengmeng, where did you buy this pen?" "Oh, my mother just bought it for me from Times Mall the day before yesterday. "snort! I just lost the pen the day before yesterday, and you bought it the day before yesterday. What a coincidence. I muttered in my mind. This afternoon, when I was writing a composition, I deliberately said: "Mengmeng, I didn't bring a pen. Can you lend it to me?" In the evening, I held Mengmeng's pen, and it looked like my own. Mom came into the house and cleaned my room. Suddenly, my mother said to me: "Wenwen, how could you do this and throw the pen that your mother bought for you under the bed!"
I quickly turned around, my God! I couldn't believe my eyes. The pen was in my mother's hand. I took the pen and felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. Feelings of guilt and regret surged out! Looking at the cute pen again, I don’t know what to do. Thinking of my indifferent attitude towards her yesterday and her grievance, I really wanted to say to her right away: "I'm sorry." The next morning, however, I still didn't have the courage to speak out.
Although more than a year has passed since this incident, I still think of it from time to time. It taught me that I should not be suspicious of people without investigation and research, let alone jump to random conclusions and wrongly accuse good people! Let this regretful thing never happen to me again.
2. Write an essay on the topic of regret
Tears of Regret Speaking of this momentary experience of tears of regret, I finally tasted the ups and downs of the world. It made me understand the philosophy of life and made me Unforgettable. This afternoon, the weather was much hotter than usual. I was walking on the stairs, and suddenly it occurred to me that today was my extremely unlucky day. Of course, I didn’t believe in this evil idea at all, and I had to go home and finish my homework seriously. I was wondering where the bad luck would start. When I returned home, I seemed to see a dark misfortune swirling around. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace. My heart was shaking, and I felt an ominous premonition. Who cares? On July 21st, I put down my schoolbag, took out my homework book, and plunged into the intense "fierce battle". It was done in a few minutes. But it didn't last long. When my mother took a quick look while cooking, I discovered an obvious loophole. , I was stupid. I was doing it carefully, but how could I go wrong? I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe I was careless. After a while, the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. Could it be that bad luck came to the notebook... ...My mother's cry interrupted my thoughts. I hurried over and after dinner, my mother ran to check my homework. While I was eating delicious food, I watched the sports channel and did not expect the bad luck to come. I didn't expect that a math homework gave me a "fatal blow". Suddenly, an earth-shattering shout rushed into my ears. I almost collapsed. My hands and feet were not in control and I walked slowly. I was supposed to add decimal points. Plus, it’s not that I don’t know how to do it, it’s that I am a “careless king” who has never repented and made mistakes from ancient times to the present. I really deserve my reputation! My mother's anger gradually calmed down, and she corrected the wrong questions with me. However, the successive mistakes made my mother's anger become more and more intense. In the end, my mother vented all her anger on me, and with a slap, I cried, crying so "miserably", and only heard my mother's constant condemnation. I was ashamed and tears flowed down. It was only my fault that I was eager for success, but it was self-defeating and turned into an uncontrollable situation. In a word, I Carelessness. It turned out that I would do it, but this bad habit has always been indifferent. At this time, I felt ashamed and regretful. It was more uncomfortable than being punched and kicked. I really wanted to eradicate the carelessness and prevent the tragedy from happening again. Night , I thought of that profound experience, with tears in my eyes, and wrote down the regret that reminded me of it all the time. 3. Write a composition "Regret"
Youth without regrets
The memories of fifteen years old are like a blue bird whose wings have been frozen by time. Bit by bit, they are combined into a long and lasting article. A beautiful fairy tale of endless rose color.
In the heartbeat of youth, a pair of deep eyes can never be erased. Originally, like me, he wanted to enjoy his youthful life. But his youthful impulsiveness and ignorant squandering caused the music of his youth to fade early. He left the gorgeous garden of youth to enjoy himself alone.
When I saw him again, he was no longer as vigorous as before, and his eyes showed deep helplessness. At this time, a chill passed through my heart, regretting the decline of this flower of youth, lamenting the perishability of youth.
Youth is the wonderful longing of every child, the happy memories of middle-aged people, and the infinite nostalgia of the elderly. But unfortunately, we who have youth do not understand youth. By the time I understand it, it has become a memory. My friend understood it, but the temper of fate made him mature prematurely. He desperately pursued, pursuing the almost lost youth. I wish him well and hope that his fiery heart will not be blinded by insensitivity. He did take the wrong path, but I firmly believe that fate will never disappoint his hard pursuit and will lead him to the light.
Youth is so perishable, and it carries too many regrets for people. However, each fiery soul is like a wild horse, running forward freely and freely, because on that elegant milestone, there is another annotation of youth engraved: no-complaint-no-regret!
You can always have youth in life.
It’s not just the time of youth
It’s not just the age of blushing and youthful youth
Even the age of the temples can have youth.
Youth is a state and an idea.
Youth is not just a term for the prime of life
It is the evergreen tree of the soul.
Youth is in the hard work
Youth is in the hard work
Youth is the spark that bursts out in the endeavor
Brilliant And gorgeous.
Youth never grows old
Youth belongs to every generation
Youth belongs to everyone
Yes, everyone Everyone has their youth
Everyone has their passionate youth
It is the transition between childishness and maturity
It is the first section of the movement of life. color".
What we pray for
is not only the age of youth
but the state of mind of youth.
True youth has no age.
Youth is a symbol of strength
It is a symbol of creation
It is the hope of mankind.
Every moment of life can create brilliance
Don’t wait, let alone linger on it
Youth exists in every minute
Youth does not Season 4. Write an essay based on regret
"Ah, this person is my mother, ah, this person is my mother, this person gave me life, gave me a home..." Whenever I hear " When I sang the song "Mother", I had respect for my mother. In my heart, mother is sacred, but I also feel sorry for my mother.
This is what happened: It was a day after school in the afternoon, and I was a little upset because of something unhappy at school. After returning home, my mother was nagging like a "chicken hugger": "Qingqing, is it cold today?" "What's for lunch? Mom will cook it for you..." "That's enough, I'm annoyed."
I threw the water glass and walked towards my room. After a long time, I opened the window and looked up at the blue sky, thinking to myself: The sun smiles so brightly and the white clouds float freely, why can't I How about feeling better and not angry with my loving mother? After thinking about it, I suddenly realized: It turns out that the conflicts I caused at school had nothing to do with my mother. When I entered the door, the few words my mother said were also out of good intentions and concern for me. At this time, I felt like I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. It was sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and really unpleasant.
Later, scenes of my mother caring about me came to mind again: on a rainy day, my mother held an umbrella to pick me up at school. She was soaked in the rain and held the umbrella above my head; I underwent surgery to treat an illness. During this period, it was my mother who encouraged me to bravely overcome the difficulties and stayed with me all day long. I couldn't help but feel the pain and even pinched my mother a few times. She gently stroked my head without any complaints... Motherly love Power drove me to my mother's room. I gently opened the door and said to my mother: "Mom, you care about me very much, but I am in a bad mood today and made you angry. I'm sorry." After hearing this, my mother said, Putting on a smile, she said: "It doesn't matter, my child. People are not more valuable than having no faults, but more valuable than being able to correct them. Didn't the 'intimate sister' (Lu Qin) once said, 'Tolerance is the greatest virtue in the world,'" Mom's mood Didn’t you tolerate my mother when things were bad? ”
Ah, my mother is such a considerate and good mother! I was so moved that tears flowed down my cheeks like broken crystal pillars. Whenever I think of this incident, I regret it very much. Maternal love is great and selfless. I should not be angry with my mother and must be filial to my mother.
1. I have no regrets about this choice! In the Ji Peng examination room of the Langhua Literary Club of Yangzijiang Senior High School in Taixing City, I was helpless when faced with a difficult mathematics test paper. I watched helplessly as the second hand on the watch drew circles over and over again. I accidentally saw the one on the left front. "Glasses", he smiled and wrote quickly. The scene before the exam came to mind again: Dragging my heavy legs, I slowly moved to the exam room. I felt very unhappy about this math exam. After all, walking to the examination room is no less than walking to the execution ground. "Hi!" "Glasses" ran all the way and suddenly attacked from behind, with a bright smile on his face.
"Why are you smiling so happily? You are so confident!" Looking at "Eye Ytterbium" who has always been in "adversity and trouble" with me in mathematics, my tone was full of doubts. "I don't dare to say it because I'm afraid, but it's more than enough to cope with this exam!" He smiled proudly again.
Seeing my sad face, maybe out of concern for his friends, he looked around cautiously, put his mouth to my ear, and said softly: "I have the math answer, let's share it. I'm sure I'll get a high score!" "What?" I was shocked and couldn't help shouting with my mouth wide open. "Glasses" quickly covered my mouth and whispered: "Be gentle, you want to kill me. There are still twenty minutes before the exam. Please copy the answers quickly."
said Then, he reached out and took out the answer. What should I do? Should I copy it? If you copy, you will violate your conscience and deceive yourself; if you don't copy, you will fail in the exam and be blamed by your teachers and parents.
What to do? Copy, don't copy, copy, don't copy... "Hurry up, hurry up!" The glasses have already taken out the answer and handed it to my hand. "No, I don't want it!" "What?" "Glasses" asked in surprise, "Are you mistaken? What you gave up was an opportunity to become famous..." "Stop talking, I won't want it." < /p>
After saying that, I ran into the examination room and froze in place with my "glasses" full of confusion. …………… Looking at the “glasses” of “God’s help”, and then looking at my blank test paper, I couldn’t help but ask myself, is it worth it? worth! Yes, it's worth it! It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam once. If you make a turnaround next time, you will still be a good classmate.
Cheating can indeed achieve good results, but it is just a flower in the mirror, and the moon is in the water. One day you will reap the consequences, and it is really not worth the gain! When I walked out of the examination room, a ray of sunshine shone into my chest, and I smiled lightly. There was a firm voice in my heart that kept echoing. I have no regrets with this choice! 2. With this choice, I have no regrets. The classroom was quiet. The teacher was reporting the scores of the last test. All the students were very happy. When he reported me, the teacher paused and said in an angry tone: " The students all did well in the test this time, only **, 65 points." The classmates all laughed, and I didn't feel ashamed. Although my score was very low, it was my real score.
I remember last Sunday, it was still a test. The teacher was watching from the front, and the students all buried their heads, but their pens were not necessarily moving, because the test paper was indeed difficult, and I was also biting the tip of my pen. , looking at the topic, but have no idea where to start. After a while, the teacher went out on business. When the teacher's back disappeared at the end of the corridor, the classroom was like a pebble dropped into calm water, causing ripples. The students around him were busy taking out books from their desks and writing vigorously. Written by Ji Shu.
I also wanted to be like them, but I always felt uncomfortable. It seemed like there were thousands of pairs of eyes staring at me from behind. My face turned red and I put my hands on the desk, not daring to move. . My deskmate saw it, and while writing desperately, he said to me: "This opportunity is not to be missed. It will never come again. If you don't seize it, you will have no chance."
After hearing her words, I was shocked. Looking at the large blank test paper again, I couldn't help but stretch my hand towards the table. I didn't dare to look up, I could only hear the beating of my heart. Although it is cold autumn, my forehead is covered with dense beads of sweat and my clothes stick to my body.
At this time, I remembered what my mother told me: "I don't want you to get high scores in the exam, but I want you to be down-to-earth and an upright person." My mother came to mind. That earnest look.
I suddenly understood, took my hand back, and returned my gaze to the test paper. After class, my classmates called me a nerd: “This is just a quiz.
5. I want to write an essay about regret. I want to write it based on the quarrel with my grandpa. Is there anything good?
I came to Japan tonight. I should have gone home by myself, but I walked out of school to prepare. When I was shopping, I saw my grandpa standing opposite. When I went back, my grandma was leaning on the window sill to watch me come back. I said, "Grandma, I'm going to hide, and you'll see who's coming later." After a while, grandpa came in. , I said: "I will never come to your place again. I told my grandpa not to come to pick me up, so why did he come to pick me up?" Grandma said: "Dad came back at noon and asked if he was ready for his afternoon duty. Traffic police, so I asked grandpa to pick me up." I said with a straight face: "Anyway, I won't come to your place anymore." Grandma said, "Oh, why don't you pick me up if you don't pick me up? Why don't you come to my place? !" As I said that, I cried, and grandpa was unhappy: "When you come back in the evening, tell your parents that you won't come to my house tomorrow." Then grandpa went out. I took a shower. After washing, I saw my father outside. He said, "Don't quarrel with grandpa in the future. He is doing it for your own good. I will go and apologize to grandpa later." I said, "Oh." After a while, we After dinner, grandpa said: "Isn't it just to pick you up? There are no traffic police after school. I'll go see you, okay?" I didn't say anything. Grandpa said a few more words, and I listened carefully. I thought : I will never quarrel with my grandparents again.