I want to write an essay about mistakes, what can I write about?

It's also a beauty to keep mistakes.

In the long journey of life, many times, we grow up from mistakes and make mistakes as we grow. Mistakes, in a sense, are an inevitable factor in the success of life.

from us"Earth-shattering"When we come to this world, we begin to make mistakes, and in one mistake after another, we gradually make this strange world a familiar and warm home. In mistakes, we stumble and walk; In mistakes, we will babble and talk; In the mistakes, we use our immature hands to write and draw; In the midst of mistakes, we will use our shallow wisdom to win the praise of teachers and parents; In the middle of a mistake, we will tap the keyboard with our fingers, and we can win applause with our legs and feet; In the midst of mistakes, we learn to use our own knowledge to enter the ranks of the competition.

We all grow up being corrected, sensible, and mature. However, in life, keeping some mistakes can create a beautiful life.

The father, who was a working farmer, bragged in front of his children that he could speak English when he was studying, but the children were not convinced. The child giggled when the father scribbled the English letters. Isn't the father's mistake another way of amusing the child another way of expressing love?

The child prepared a big red apple for himself one day, and when the father saw it, but"Self-inflicted"said:"Is this apple for Dad? Really sensible!

And the child said crisply with the child's most innocent smile:"Yes, Dad. You eat!

Again, this is a mistake, but a beautiful one. This mistake has created a beautiful and sincere family affection. Who's to say that this mistake needs to be corrected?

I believe that in the future, the child will think of more than just himself.

Not all mistakes have to be corrected, and if they are corrected, they are correct. Sometimes, mistakes are also a special kind of signpost for happiness and beauty. Leave some traces of mistakes, that's another kind of beauty!

The combination of ancient and modern can also start from one's own mistakes, or write about the mistakes of great men such as Newton, etc., the important thing is to clarify the theme, everyone will make mistakes, and we must go back to correctly understand the mistakes themselves and correct them.

If you are an elementary school student, you can use a proposition like "Teacher, I was wrong". If you are a junior high school student, you can use "Life, I was wrong" and so on.

Everyone must have done something wrong sometimes, and I am no exception if I am careless. That time, I actually wrote the essay off topic. What's going on?

Let me take a look! I remember that time, we took a language test and asked us to write an essay. The title of the essay is "The Man I Admire the Most", and it stands to reason that we have written this essay many times, so it should be very simple.

I finished the other topics and started writing essays. I didn't look carefully at the requirements of the question at the time, but only watched "My Most Admirable ......began to write. Three times five divided by two, a large article was written.

I filled the manuscript paper. It's finally finished. I'm very happy that I should be able to get a high score now!

Just when I was complacent, my classmates talked about composition. Some of them write about their fathers, some about their mothers, and some about their teachers. As soon as I listened:

Broken! Off topic! Let's get a few points!

The next day, the test papers were handed out. I first looked at the score of the essay: fifteen points!

The perfect score is thirty. The teacher saw that I was off topic, so he gave me 15 points! Lucky.

Soon after, the teacher organized a parent-teacher conference. My mom went to attend. The teacher handed out the roll to the parents.

As soon as my mother saw the test paper, she was furious. When I got home, I started saying, "Look at it, look at it!"

What's this about? It's all off topic. It stands to reason that your teacher shouldn't give you a grade, and if I were a teacher, your essay would have been a zero score.

Let you also have a long memory. Are you still so careless after watching it? After saying that, my mother began to speak:

Look at the typos in this. There are as many as the stars in the sky, and they cannot be numbered. "After the tantrums, my mother began to teach me how to write and how to memorize them.

I'm deaf when I hear it. I will definitely review the questions carefully when I do homework or exams in the future. Never make a similar mistake again.

Because: I'm afraid of another fifteen points.

Follow-up: Is it 500 words?

Follow-up: Pretty much.

Follow-up: I didn't count.

Follow-up: Oh! Ok thanks.

Follow-up: I follow you.

On Sundays, my mom and I clean up together when we have nothing to do, I sweep the floor, my mom cleans the cupboard door, and when I finish sweeping the floor, I say to my mom, "Mom, I've already swept the floor, you can mop the floor." Mom said

Okay, then you can help me wipe the cupboard doors and other things! I said"Good!

So, my mother dragged the floor, he first mopped the bathroom, then went to the sink to wash it, then mopped the kitchen, and then came to mop my room, I took the opportunity to say; "Mom, I'm tired, can you let me play for a while? ”"Yes, but not too long! "When I heard my mother say yes, I was overjoyed.

So, I played with the rag doll on the sofa in the living room, and I played more and more energetically, just when I was happy""I accidentally broke the vase next to the sofa, I was scared and didn't know what to do, my mother also heard the voice and came out and asked me: Who broke the vase? I hurriedly ordered the puppy and said

It's him. The mother was very angry, and picked up the slippers and beat the puppy, and the puppy barked mournfully after being beaten. My heart ached, so I told my mother the truth.

Mom smiled and said, "If you know your mistakes, you can change them, and you are a good child."

The dreams of childhood are like colorful clouds in the sky, the years of childhood are like sweet songs in my heart, the streams converge into big rivers, run to the sea and never look back, but on the beach of memory, I have a deep footprint of my own line, so that my heart is blamed.

I remember it was in PE class on Wednesday, I was playing table tennis with my classmates, and suddenly, Xiao Lizi said, "I'm thirsty and go buy water to drink?" ”。

I said to Xiao Chen, "Well, yes." ”。

As soon as we got to the door, the security guard stopped us and said, "What are you doing out?" I said

Buy water. ”。As soon as we stepped out of the door, an old woman met us and said:

A few guys, what do you buy? "I want Coke", "I want Sprite", everyone said.

The old man was scrambling to deal with it, and suddenly, I had an idea, gave the lid of the can to the old woman, and said to her, "Look, I have won the lottery, and you have to give me two more cans of Coke." The old man took the lid and looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and said

You won't lie to my old woman. But the old woman gave me two cans of Coke anyway.

After entering the campus, my classmates praised me for earning 1 and earning 2, "Come on, this is for you to drink." ", don't go to ** to buy it next time, what if I recognize you? ", Xiao Lizi said. Xiao Chen said: "How can you know so many people after school?" ”

At the end of school, it was raining, because of the drink just deceived, I subconsciously took a look, he still used the old black umbrella to cover the food on the small tricycle, there were not many pedestrians, no one cared about her sinking, suddenly, I felt his gaze towards me, I quickly turned my head, and secretly swore in my heart: "My honesty ** went?" How can you deceive such an old woman?

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I must make up this money. As I walked home, the flowers and grass next to me were all downcast, as if they were feeling guilty for my mistakes.

The next day, I walked to the school gate and heard that the old lady had been in a car accident because she had not walked properly, my head was blank, my head was buzzing, and tears were falling down like beads of missing thread, and I dragged into the classroom one by one, like a policeman with a loaded pistol in his pants for fear of misfire. Sitting in my seat, I picked up the coke can and stuffed the coin in, but I couldn't put it in anyway. I went to the tool room to pick up the scissors and wanted to make a bigger cut, but unexpectedly, my hand was biased and I made a small cut, but my hand didn't hurt, what really hurt was my heart.

It's been a few years since this incident, but I regret it when I think about it, and I hope that there will never be such a disgraceful shell in my memory again.