That competition, I really wrote, that time I really wrote something

I really want to keep going in that race.

Wow wow

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.

Everyone has sad and happy moments, maybe you have done something wrong and been criticized by your family; Maybe you did well in the exam and everyone praised you; Maybe you participated in the competition and won the championship, and your friends envy you. These things will always be in your mind and will make you remember them for the rest of your life! Remember, that day, I was so happy!

I remember on a hot summer vacation, I went back to my good friend Hao Ruonan's house to play, and saw an advertisement, which was a literary competition held by our Puyang TV station, so we decided to sign up. We're going to sing a song.

I really regret that time.

There are countless things in my memory. There are happy, sad, and tasteless ......I remember many things, but there is only one thing that I still remember to this day - the one thing I regret.

That was when I was in fourth grade. When our teachers correct the essays, we always fold the essays of the students who write particularly well and read them as model essays in the class. Once, when I delivered my workbook to the teacher's office, I saw a stack of assignments on my desk, the first one on which was mine, and my curiosity drove me to see what the teacher had written on my assignments.

I cautiously opened the text, and there was a Uplus star, and the five-pointed star seemed to be smiling at me, and my heart suddenly bloomed. I looked at it, and although my essay had received a Uplus star, it was not folded up, and my joy was all gone. Thinking again, anyway, the teacher is not there, and no one knows if I fold it, my vanity is secretly at work, I looked around, and when I saw that there was no one, I quickly folded the composition, and then turned around and went back to the classroom.

Sitting in my seat, I was like a little rabbit in my hand, and I was jumping and pounding.

A few days later, in the composition class, the teacher brought a stack of compositions, I was happy and nervous, happy that my composition was going to be read out in front of the whole class, and nervous that if I was recognized by the teacher, wouldn't I lose face ......When I was nervous, Mr. Liu spoke, "The following students' essays are all very well written......"As I expected, there was my name. For a while, my classmates cast envious glances at me, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey. "I left two articles as a model for everyone to read, and the others for everyone to revise.

Strangely, one of the two sample essays I left behind didn't know who gave me more hands, and I folded it and told me to read it again," she continued. It's true that the speaker has no intention, and the listener has no intention. For a while, my face was as red as Guan Gong in the Three Kingdoms characters.

I lowered my head in shame, and I couldn't even hear the teacher read my essay clearly.

It's been a long time since this incident, but I still regret it when I think about it, and this incident has taught me how to be a person and be a down-to-earth person.