An unforgettable narrative of a lying experience

Since we were children, my mother taught us not to lie, but once, I didn't do well in the exam, and my parents didn't go well at work, so I lied to them, saying that I scored 100 points, in order to make them happy, I think about the mood at that time, I was very nervous.

In life, lying is definitely inevitable, my most memorable lying experience was when I stole my parents' pocket money, my parents found that the money was less, I lied and said I didn't know, the money was in my pocket at that time, and I was scared at that time.

Three years ago, my father had cancer, but everyone deceived him with white lies, telling him that it was just a minor problem and that he didn't want it to become a burden for his father.

Dongtai Experimental Primary School Baicaoting Literature Club Yan Zhu.

Everybody has lied. Some tell white lies, others lie deceitfully.

I've lied, too, and most of them were well-intentioned. But that time was the one that made me the most memorable. That day, I was whistling and carrying my schoolbag to school, and I happened to meet my friend Wu Tianwen, who said proudly:

Do you know what's trending right now? Tell you, popular philately! As he spoke, he took out a stamp album from his bag and showed it off to me.

Wow! That's a lot! "I looked at the various stamps with envy.

How's that, envy, right? I'll tell you, I've got more than 100 of them! There is also a dragon ticket!

You don't. ”

Who ......Whoever said I didn't have it, I'll bring it to you in the afternoon. "Okay, that's a deal. "It's a deal! "At noon, I quietly took the stamp out of the drawer and put it in my bag, and then walked out of the house as if nothing had happened.

In the afternoon, I took out the stamp and showed it to Wu Tianwen, "I didn't expect it, it's really a real person, you are so amazing!" "I still have it at home! I said proudly.

After school, I got home. "Which of you took my stamps? Dad asked.

I didn't! He said this, but his heart beat a drum. During the meal, I buried my head in the rice and did not dare to raise my head, for fear that my father would see the flaw in my panicked eyes.

After eating, I sat at the desk, holding a book in my hand, but I couldn't read a word. Finally, I mustered up the courage to tell what happened, and my father said that he would be a good boy if he knew his mistakes.

Alas, I really shouldn't have lied that time.

That time, I lied.