Composition That time I really

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, I wanted 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 vase in pieces, I was stunned and thought: This is a valuable item, what can I do about this, 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.

That time, I was so sad.

Memory is like a small river with many small fish, each representing one thing. I often think back to that ......

It was the Spring Festival of 2012, and I went back to my grandmother's house with my father for the Chinese New Year. This is the first time I have returned to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, and my heart is full of excitement and joy. On the lawn at the head of the village, my friends and I excitedly played games and set off firecrackers, until my father called me back for a reunion dinner, and I reluctantly left.

After the meal, my younger brother suddenly asked me, "Sister, did grandma give you a red envelope?" I was stunned, and suddenly remembered that today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the first time I go home for the New Year, my grandmother will definitely give me a little New Year's money more or less.

Thinking of this, I smiled and said to my younger brother, "Grandma must have forgotten to forget, let's go and remind grandma later!" Unexpectedly, the younger brother mysteriously took out a bulging beautiful red paper bag from his pocket and said with a smile

Look, this is the red envelope my grandmother gave me, and there are a total of 66 yuan in it! As he spoke, he pulled out a brand new fifty dollars and showed it off in front of me.

Suddenly, I froze, tears rolling in my eyes.

Yes, I'm a girl, but what's wrong with me? Because I'm a girl, you've never hugged me; Because I'm a girl, you never care if I'm healthy or sick; Because I'm a girl, you won't allow my dad to buy me new clothes. You also tell others that if it's a boy, you're willing to cut off the flesh on your body, what's the use of being a girl?

At that time, my parents were busy with work, and you refused to take care of me, so you sent me home, and my kind grandmother took me over, taught me to speak, taught me to write, and sent me to school, but you never came to see me once. I am a little sensible, my parents often educate me, let me respect you, honor you, let me listen to you, but when I got good grades, you didn't praise me, and every time you affectionately called you "grandma", you never smiled at me.

Looking at the jumping figure of my younger brother, I listened to the loving shouts of my grandmother: "Run slower, heart baby, don't fall ......."My tears flowed like a flood that burst its banks.

Grandma, aren't you also a daughter, and I am also your descendant!