An unforgettable thing essay with a mistake in 400 words

That time, I was really wrong.

It is inevitable that people will make some mistakes in their lives, which will make people blame themselves.

I remember when I was a child, one weekend, my grandparents were out and there was no one at home, and I wanted to do something to help my grandparents do something to make them happy, so I thought of cleaning the room. Because I was young at the time, I washed the rag like an adult and wiped the door, cabinet, table, etc.

But when I wiped the table, something I didn't expect happened: because my hand slipped, the vase that my grandmother regarded as a valuable item touched the ground and shattered, and when I looked at the auspicious model of the vase, I was stunned and thought: This is a valuable item, what can I do, if my grandmother knows that I broke it, she can't spare me.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became.

Just when I didn't know what to do, my brother actually came, and I didn't find the broken vase, which made me pause, and thought: If this matter is pushed on my brother, I won't be fine, I am so happy, the stone in my heart fell, but my brother, who is only eight years old, still called me cutely: "Sister, play with me!"

Looking at my brother's cute appearance, I really couldn't bear it, but I thought of myself again, if I didn't lie to my parents, I should be beaten, "Forget it, just lie to them once" I muttered. So I played with my brother.

It's almost noon, grandparents are coming back, my heart is beating fast, "knock knock", the sound of the door startles me a lot, my grandparents are back! The younger brother ran over happily, shouting as he ran, "Wait a minute! The younger brother opened the door.

As I expected, a few seconds later, "What's going on?" Grandma shouted. My brother and I ran over when I heard the noise, and I feigned surprise and said

No, I didn't get it, maybe my brother accidentally touched it! "I've always been honest, and I'm lying! My grandmother believed me and began to question my brother, who said with a crying voice

I didn't do it. The grandmother said to her brother, "It doesn't matter if you break the vase, be honest."

My brother's face turned red and he kept shaking his head, I really felt wronged for my brother, but I didn't admit my mistake.

In the end, Grandpa stepped in and reconciled the matter.

Although I was fine, I remembered how my brother had been wronged that day, and I regretted and blamed myself very much. Why didn't I admit my mistake at that time, and let my brother help me bear this pain, I knew I was wrong, and I didn't dare to face the reality honestly.

My brother still doesn't know that he has a ruthless sister who still smiles at me.

I'm sorry brother!

That time, I was really wrong.

An unforgettable event.

Everyone has a childhood, and the anecdotes of childhood are like all kinds of shells on the seaside, sparkling in the company of the sea, exuding colorful brilliance, and there are countless to count. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most memorable childhood anecdotes.

I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree in my yard that I had planted with me when I was born, and I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree, and every day I went to measure whether I had grown taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon.

One day, I suddenly realized that I was shorter than the mark. Oh, my God! Am I growing upside down?

I was so frightened that I hurriedly ran to ask my mother"Mom, why have other friends grown taller, how did I get shorter? "My mother hurriedly put down the work around her, put me on the chair and asked

Why do you say that? "I hurriedly jumped out of the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed to her"I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but when I came to do it today, it was below the horizontal line I had carved before.

As I spoke, I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree.

My mother listened to me, looked at the tree again, and after two minutes of silence, she burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, tears came out, patted me on the head and said:"Fool, it's not that you're short, it's that the tree is tall, so don't do such stupid things in the future. "It dawned on me that it wasn't that I was short, but that the tree was tall.

After that, I happily went to play with the chicks, and I didn't know what stupid things I would do to the chicks.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like that, there were a lot of silly and funny things.

Like bathing a snow doll, shaving ...... eyebrowsIt is also so many interesting things and silly things that make up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly passing away from me, I am no longer so stupid, and I believe that the funny stories of my childhood will definitely become the most beautiful memories of my life.

When I was seven years old, my mom went to work early one afternoon. However, when it was time to get off work, my mother still didn't come back. The sun was slowly setting and night was falling.

It was getting darker and darker, and I turned on all the lights in the room, and it was suddenly bright. My stomach was also rumbling at this time. I think:

It's so late, my mother might go out to eat, so I'll go to the kitchen and cook some food myself. ”

I was cooking, and suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, I was a little scared, and then looked at the dark night sky outside, and my heart was even more nervous. "Could it be? ......I tiptoed to the door and looked through the crack in the door

A dark shadow was coming towards our house. The shadows were getting closer, my hair stood on end, and my scalp tightened. I grabbed my dog-beating stick, a small wooden stick just over a meter long, and stood alertly behind the door, waiting for the "bad guy" to arrive.

At this moment, my mother's voice suddenly came: "Xiao Huan, open the door quickly." "It turned out that my mother had returned.

What a false alarm! When I touched my head, I found that my head, face, and body were covered with sweat, and my clothes were tightly attached to my body. Opening the door, Mom came in.

Seeing my embarrassment, and then at the little wooden stick in my hand, my mother couldn't help but smile. I bowed my head in embarrassment.

Why not just look online.

On Friday morning, Mom and Dad brought back a baby pheasant from my aunt's house. When I got home from school, my dad smiled and said to me, "We have a little pheasant at home, do you want to see it?"

I saw Dad open a box, wow! A beautiful pheasant unfolded in front of me. It had a red and black head, and its plump feathers resembled a girl's flower dress.

It has a couple of long tails, which is beautiful! When I heard my father say that he was going to kill him, my heart was already quietly crying, and I wanted to release it. In the evening, I opened the carton and quietly let go of the poor and beautiful little pheasant.

As it left, it left behind two beautiful tails, which I carefully inserted in front of my desk as a keepsake. Then I told my dad about it and prepared to be trained. But my father didn't blame me, but said to me in gentle and kind words

You are doing the right thing, animals, like humans, have the right to life and liberty, and they should be released. I couldn't help but cry when I heard it. This incident is like a small sailboat, forever drifting in my mind.

During this study period, I have gained a lot in my studies and life, and there are also many things that I will never forget. But there was a reading lesson that made a deep impression on me.

It was a sunny afternoon, everyone was in a good mood, and the teacher also strode into the classroom with great interest, "cough cough" He cleared his throat and said, "Dear students, today I will give you a reading lesson that you have never taken before, and you are not in the classroom!" "Because everyone loves to read extracurricular books, in order to be able to attend classes normally, the students obediently listened to the teacher's arrangement and went out to line up quietly.

The teacher first led us to a corridor with the story "Trees Are Nice", which mainly talked about some of the functions of trees and taught us to have more trees. Through this story, I learned how desolate and lifeless the world would be without trees.

The teacher took us to another corridor, and the book in this corridor was "My Rabbit Friend". This story is mainly about a rabbit good friend, who likes to help others as long as he is there. But the rabbit is not capable of helping others to do things well, and when it is helped, it makes things worse.

Through this story, I learned that if you don't have the ability to help others, you shouldn't do it. If you have to help others, you will only add more trouble to them. You only do what you can help.

Although these are just small things, if you want to do big things, you can only start with small things.

Do you know BAI? du From childhood to adulthood, I have many zhi

Memorable things, if let me dao

Put these specialized. If you wear it as a bead, then my genus will be able to wear it as a necklace! But I think there is one thing that I still remember, and today, I will tell you about it!

I remember when I was still in kindergarten, my mother let me learn to paint in order to make me interested in painting, so my mother kept buying me painting tools, and whenever I ran out of them, she would always buy them for me as soon as possible, and always found me a teacher to paint.

Don't look at my mother's usual frugality, but as soon as I need to use art tools, even if it is expensive, my mother will not hesitate to buy it.

When I got to the supermarket, my mom and I went to the art tools area, and when my mom saw it, she asked me, "Is this it?" ”

I said to my mom, "Well, yes. "But I looked at the ** again, and sure enough, it lived up to its name - it was imported in original packaging. Very expensive. I said to my mother, "Mommy, Mommy! We don't buy it, okay? It's too expensive! ”

My mother said to me, "Since the teacher asked for it, how can you not buy it, you must buy it." With that, my mother took it off the shelf and went to the cashier to pay the bill.

I am grateful to my mother for her love for me, and I must repay her when I grow up.

In my bai

There are a lot of things in my mind. There is a zhi

One thing let me know that I don't want to do anything halfway. Rong remembers that time, the sun was shining and the weather was clear. I was writing my homework when suddenly my pen ran out of water.

I ran to the stationery store to buy a pen, and on the way, I saw a lot of people riding with one hand, grabbing the bike with one hand. Doing all kinds of thrilling movements with one hand. So I ran back to my father and said, "."

Daddy, buy me a bike. "Dad said happily"Okay, let's go buy it.

I said happily"Yes! "

Dad took the car and took me to the school playground. I got in the car, my dad pulled the tail of the car, I told my dad to take his hand away, but my dad wouldn't. And I cried and said, "

Let go, let go ......! "Dad couldn't fight me, so he let go of his hand. I got on the bike and thought it wasn't anything extraordinary.

He let go of his hands and flew like a bird. "Ugh"I screamed in fear. When my father heard my cry, he hurried to me, and when he saw that I had fallen down with the car, he said to me; "Look, ride safely.

Say to me when I was about to give up:"Don't let this little thing happen to you halfway. "I listened and thought my dad was right.

Just once. This time, I rode on the bike carefully, on the riding road, the grass nodded to me, the tree gave me a thumbs up, and my father praised me; "Attaboy. "

This incident taught me not to do anything halfway. As long as you work hard, you will succeed.

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