800 Words Essay on the Topic of Regret 40

It is a pity to have a withered flower, but it can melt into the soil to nourish all things; The bird with broken wings is a pity, but it can sing beautiful notes; Beethoven was a pity, but the Seventh Symphony was shocking; The severed arm of Venus is a pity, but its beauty amazes the whole world.

Regret is a sugar wrapped in bitterness, and sweetness is its aftertaste. The fate of Li Bai, who has been repeatedly excluded and has been excluded all his life, is bitter, but his pride of "five-flowered horses, daughters, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine", and the free and easy "An Neng can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to make me unhappy", has made many literati and ink writers yearn for it; Tao Yuanming's abandonment of his official position is regrettable, but his elegantness of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan" has made many people's hearts pound. They threw away the bitter coat and tasted the sweetness behind the regret, and their lives became beautiful and otherworldly.

Regret can sometimes be a virtue. A teenager with a mutilated left arm asked a coach for wrestling advice, and the coach simply asked him to repeat one move. In one competition, he unexpectedly won the championship.

He was puzzled and asked for advice from his coach. The coach told him that the only way to crack the move was to grab the opponent's left arm, which was exactly what the coach taught him.

Regret is also a kind of beauty, you don't have to regret your appearance, you have a sincere heart; There is no need to regret the missteps of today, and tomorrow's success will be even more brilliant. The water does not have to regret his weakness, he can nourish all things and nourish the people; The bee does not have to feel sorry for being born thin, and the honey he brews is loved by the people.

Regret is not incompetence, it is a gain in another sense; Regret is not weakness, he is another form of greatness; Regret is not frustration, he is the pursuit of another direction.

Regret is a kind of beauty, a beauty that transcends the norm, it has the power to shock people's hearts, and it is surrounded by the magic of all things. This kind of beauty is more desirable and more seductive to pursue. In the face of the regret of blossoming flowers and changing the old look with a new look, we can't help but be sad; In the face of today's missteps, we will always regret it; In the face of poverty, we can't help but feel heartache.

However, if we can discover the unique beauty behind the sadness, remorse, and heartache, life will become beautiful and alluring.

In the face of regrets, please use a different mood to explore beauty and welcome the future.

Sweet dreams Many days, I will sit alone in a daze, holding my chin and thinking about the couplet, I think I have been dreaming, it is a dream of reality, my heart is floating and quiet, enjoying some of the small pleasures of life, there are disputes, there are willfulness, there are nonsense, and there are many dreams that sleep peacefully. I know in my heart that there is an imperfect plot in it, but I can also compensate and cover it up with other happiness from the deepest part of my heart. Everyone's life is fundamentally their own, and then they belong to the person they love.

Because you bring him joy and he brings you joy, so you walk lightly together day by day.

In the dream, suddenly a person appeared, he came over, patted you, with your familiar breath, and told you softly: "Open your eyes, wake up, wake up......."You hear his calm breathing, the birdsong outside the house, and behind him the shadow of the azaleas that have bloomed so well this year, the pink color, which always reminds people of the popularity of this year's pink world. I tried hard to open my eyes, but my consciousness couldn't follow them, and the room was full of quiet shadows cast by friendly furnishings, but for some reason there was an inexplicable strange feeling.

As time passes, it seems to be the beginning of such a seemingly ordinary day on the calendar, a pair of hands slowly pull you away from your old life, and you always look back, and your attached expression stays at the moment after moment when all the hour hands beat. From then on, the night, slowly deep, heart, slowly drunk, drunk in a place where I don't know what to dream, unwilling to wake up.

Thoughts are getting farther and farther away, day and night are constantly alternating, night is after day, tidy up your clothes, or go out and into the hustle and bustle of the city. The mood of the sun will gradually warm and brighten, and then you will understand that no matter how your life changes, the world will always stand quietly in the same place, waiting for you to discover and explore again. A little.

How can a single person let his thoughts change and change the truth of this world, although there are regrets, loneliness, and soft sighs, but there are also sunshine, smiles, and moments that make the heart rise again and again......

In the flickering dream, the subtle azalea, its shadow, there is some indescribable but very realistic beauty slowly diffuse from it, this is the music that is being staged, gentle, tender, can make people feel the quiet color. How long will it last? I don't know, it's just that I'd rather indulge in such a tender dream again.

Friends, it's all a middle school, and recently a high school freshman has been calling to write this.

Friend is so coincidental, I'm also searching for this essay, are you from Yibin?

Regret is regret, don't accommodate regret and stumble your feet.

Inscription. If you want to write about no regrets in this life, it may be against your wishes. Indeed, people are not perfect, and there can be no perfect things, but people will always have regrets. It's just different, some are just like a small bee sting, and then it will dissipate, while others are like a sharp knife cutting on it, the wound is not deep but it hurts.

My regrets have not brought me pain, but they have affected my whole life.

Ten years ago, I didn't look like a girl at all, and I was free from the group of children who fought and killed, danced "knives" and "guns" all day long. However, the "knife" and "gun" were cut from bamboo and wood, and I often wore a yellow hat on my head when my second uncle joined the army, covering half of my face.

In the school, the teacher let us know: who is the cutest person? Who saved the textbook with his life? Who plugged the enemy's gun hole with his own body? Who blew up the enemy's bunker with an explosives bag in his hand? - Chinese People's Liberation Army.

Childishness produces childish things. I have an ideal, to be a soldier, a soldier, a warrior, a warrior of steel.

It is the school, the teacher, the book, and the loveliest people who touch the string of ideals.

After a year of struggle, I finally walked out of this school and went to another school.

That's the goal, you have to move forward step by step. My surprise and curiosity were palpable. It turns out that the scope of life is not as big as the palm of the hand in my hometown. The teacher in the school is not like in his hometown, there is only one.

Living in such a space, I sometimes doubt my original ideals. Will this is all people need? Will I be like that, too?

I'm a bit of a stranger, though.

I'm going to fight. Come on all the days! Let me weave you!

Before I failed the high school entrance examination, I applied to a police academy in the province. With the 50 yuan registration fee received from his parents, he stepped on the bus nervously. When the medical check-up was over, I was overjoyed and burst into tears.

Front. It seems to be a splendid place.

The results of the high school entrance examination came out, and I looked at that school with a difference of more than 60 points, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, looking at each other but not getting together.

What can I do? Is it a smile and a dashing wave to the train to school? Or wait for the train to leave and cry.

In this journey, I have already reached a distance from my ideal of profit, even if it is only one step.

Continuing this is a sad old song in memory, a child's dream, an abrupt but pure thought, without any purpose. Maybe in the eyes of adults, it is also like a meteor, flashing by.

Regret is regret, don't let regret stumble. Don't dig too much into the causes of regret, and don't be alone because of regret. As long as you keep your mind pure, the world is clean.

At this moment, I am another way to belong to the ideal, no matter what, I have a goal, to go to the distance, to go green, to hope.

To go to life is to go to the ideal.

Let's get on with it!

Today is Friday, the eve of the May and Monday holidays. What a pleasant day! The reason why everyone is so excited is because the unique annual festival of our Gangdu Primary School will be launched today, which is the Game Festival.

Some people say that the game festival is fun; Some people say that game festivals are fun; Some say that game festivals are unforgettable; And for me, this game festival is full of regrets. Why is there a regret in what should be a happy game festival? Let's take a look!

We arrived at school at 6 o'clock in the morning, and although the students all got up early, they were all in good spirits and in good spirits. This year's game festival continues last year's name - Play to Fame. Before the opening ceremony, there was an event, that is, the 100-meter fast run.

After the competition, the grand opening ceremony began. At the opening ceremony, hundreds of children from our fourth year group danced aerobics in the middle of the playground with colorful latte balls in their hands. We jumped and laughed like happy elves.

The last movement of calisthenics is for all of our students to form a 10, which is supposed to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the festival. I didn't expect our school's game festival to have been held for so long, and they are all about the same age as me. The first event our class participated in was the Penguin Run.

In this event, one student runs to the opposite side with a ball between them, passes the ball to another student, knowing that the players are done with the game. In this project, our class won first place. After lunch, we were happily trying to continue the afternoon race, but the weather was not beautiful, the sky was clear and cloudy, and soon it began to rain heavily.

We had to go back to the classroom and wait for the rain to stop before resuming, but the rain showed no sign of stopping, and the festival had to be rescheduled. Although this game festival left us with some regrets, it also brought us a lot of joy. This festival will remain in my memory forever.