Write an essay about how I was wronged, and write an essay about what I was wronged about

In life, everyone will encounter more or less things that make them feel wronged, and I am the same, and the wronged things often visit me.

It happened when I was in sixth grade. On that day, the weather was extremely hot and humid, and there was not a trace of wind, which made people feel oppressed. Outside the window, the birds stopped chirping and hid under the leaves to cool off, and only the little singer cicadas whistled tirelessly.

Just like in the classroom, only the teacher is holding a chalk to point and draw, and the students below are like taking "sleeping pills", listlessly: some are lying on the desk, some are supporting their chins with their hands, and some are cross-legged.

After the test paper was sent, the sound of flipping the book immediately turned into the sound of "rustling" writing, and I immediately waved my pen to write. Then I looked at my tablemate, "Hey, how did she do it so fast?" That's a speed!

I silently admired. But when I looked back, I inadvertently saw a piece of paper under her test paper out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be the correct answer, no wonder she did it so quickly! Forget it, what do you care about what other people do, let's do it quickly.

However, when the teacher came over, she put the answer in my drawer, and I didn't pay attention at the time, but the teacher saw that the corner of the answer sheet was exposed, so he pulled it out, looked at it, and was very angry. Tell me to come to his office after school.

After school, my classmates went home, and I was the only one in the classroom. Outside the window, the sky was already dark, and the wind suddenly picked up in the originally sultry weather, and gradually, the sky was cut by lightning, and the dark clouds in the sky were torn into pieces. I came to the office and said, "How can you, as the class leader, cheat on an exam?"

The teacher said with a stiff face. "This, this is not ......"I just wanted to explain. "What else do you want to say, am I wronging you?

At this time, God also felt wronged for me - the heavy raindrops fell overwhelmingly, like a curtain of water falling from the sky. The teacher spoke for more than half an hour in one breath, but I was dumb and ate Coptis chinensis - I couldn't say if I was bitter. was also punished by the teacher for copying several texts.

After being trained by the teacher, I walked home alone, but the rain was still falling, soaking my hair, clothes, and flowing down my cheeks, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, bitter and bitter.

Until now that I'm in junior high school, I'm still charged with cheating. However, as time went on, this incident was forgotten in the minds of many people, so let's make it a permanent secret between me and the teacher.

The teacher asked the writer to write in letter format or essay format.