I remember once, my brother and sister played computer games-"fishing", but playing with my brother wasted a shell! At this time, the usually quiet sister is angry! With a scary tigress, she shouted, "Who did this? Why waste a shell? " My brother quickly said, "It's my sister! It's a sister! " My sister turned her head and said angrily, "Stop playing and get out! And I will punish you for washing dishes at night! " "Why? Obviously a brother! " "I didn't do it. Why do you want to scold me? " "When ..." Nonsense, of course! I muttered discontentedly in my heart. Originally, I wanted to say it, but as soon as I saw my sister's terrible eyes, I ... After my sister left, my brother gloated and said, "Remember to wash the dishes! Hey! " "Wash it, I'm afraid of you!" I said sternly. After dinner, I hid in my room to vent my anger. There were "pearls" in my eyes on the floor! After washing the dishes, my sister didn't know what had happened and was anxious to apologize to me! I started crying! This incident taught me two things: 1. Don't be so stingy! If you don't know the facts, you can't wronged others! Otherwise, it will be very uncomfortable to be wronged.
Every day, the weather is sunny, cloudy, sunny and thunderstorm ... Life is full of crying, laughing, joy and sadness ... You must get your innocence back after being wronged. I want to protect myself better and not let myself be wronged again!
There are some things that I gradually forget with the passage of time, but one thing often comes to my mind.
Last summer vacation, my father took my little cousin to my house for a few days. My little cousin is cute and naughty, and everyone likes him very much. As soon as he came to my house, he either grabbed my exercise book or took my pen. There is no time to tell the truth. I thought: let him draw. I gave him crayons and notebooks, but I didn't expect him to draw a string of colored wavy lines in my exercise book. I really want to beat him up, but I have to give up because he is so innocent.
It's almost noon. My mother came back and put a speech on the table. In the afternoon, she repeatedly urged me to use this speech. Don't touch it. I hurried out to buy food. I was fascinated by reading, and my little cousin picked up the book and read it. I vaguely heard the voice of babbling, I smiled happily, and my little cousin was reading a book! Who knows, after a while, I heard a click, ah! No, my little cousin is cutting his mother's speech with scissors. He has cut several pieces! I quickly went up and grabbed the scissors. My cousin was shocked and burst into tears. Just then, my mother came back. She saw the scissors in my hand, the cut speech, and my little cousin with tears all over her face ... She said angrily, "You, are you going to rebel?" I was too scared to speak. My mother slapped me twice and then went to coax my little cousin.
I am extremely wronged. I look at the blue sky and white clouds, and I want to say: mom, believe me, I am right. "
In our life, there are always many things that make us wronged, and of course, I am no exception. Although it was only a small matter, it left a deep impression in my mind.
It was a sunny summer, with blue sky, white clouds and brighter sunshine, but my mood was never happy.
That morning, my mother asked me to go out to buy rice. I came to Yuexinlou happily and bought rice with ten dollars. It's not convenient for me to take money because I bought too many dishes. So I put the change back in my pocket. In everyone's opinion, it is very common to put the remaining change in your pocket. I think so, too, but the mistake is that I put money in two pockets and put one yuan on the left.
As soon as I got home, my mother asked me what I bought and how much money I had left. When I said there was 4.50 yuan left, my mother found the wrong number and the smile on her face disappeared immediately. She immediately asked me, "How much did I get back?" "Four dollars and fifty cents." I answered doubtfully, thinking: Mom is really dizzy. Didn't I just say that? How could I forget it so quickly? "No, there are only four dollars on the table. Did you steal it? " I was surprised. "Who stole it? It was originally 4.50 yuan, not bad! The Pentagon is gone. I haven't lost it. So, my mother and I started a verbal war. ...
When we were thirsty and red, fifty cents suddenly slipped out of my right pocket. When my mother saw it, she gave me a good lesson and gave me a "political lesson". Alas, I can't tell you how bitter it is! I explained to my mother afterwards, and my mother called me reckless if she didn't listen to the explanation.
Through this incident, I understand that things can't be so-so, so we should take them seriously.
There are many things in four people's lives that are unforgettable, some are happy, some are unforgettable, some are interesting ... What I remember most is a grievance.
One Sunday afternoon, I just finished my homework. My mother said, "honey, you have finished your homework, so you can go to Century Square to play scooter." So I picked up my scooter and ran happily to Century Square.
I skate on my scooter in the square. Suddenly, I saw a little brother playing with his toy and somehow fell down. I rushed over to help him up. I patted the dust on his body and asked him, "Little brother, why are you here alone?" What about your parents? " Just then, an uncle came up to us with a cigarette in his mouth and sunglasses.
The uncle came up to me and shouted at me indiscriminately, "Why did you slip and where did your eyes grow?" I'm at a loss. I'm really at a loss! I quickly explained, "It wasn't me, but he didn't ..." Before I finished, the uncle interrupted me and said rudely, "Which school are you from? How can I teach students when I ask your teacher to go? " Then he took my arm. When I wanted to explain, I watched him look fierce, swallowed the explanation abruptly, broke away from his hand and left silently with a skateboard.
When I got home, my mother said to me, "I'm back, baby." Tears kept flowing down when I saw my mother. My mother asked me what was going on. I told her everything. My mother touched my head and said to me, "Nothing, as long as we have a clear conscience!" "
I'm still a little wronged about it today.
There are many things that I will never forget, one of which once made me feel very wronged.
One Sunday morning, after I got up and washed, I went to the living room and found a pile of broken glass on the ground. I was a little surprised, but ignored it and sat down to do my homework. After a while, my mother got up and saw the broken glass on the ground. She asked loudly, "Son, why did you break my cup?" I said, "It's none of my business, and I don't know." Mom said, "Didn't you do it?" Your father went out after four o'clock, and besides, he couldn't have broken the cup, and there were no other people and pets in our family. Not you or who? "The more my mother talks, the angrier she gets." Although the cup is worthless, an honest attitude is hard to buy. If it is not intentional, it is admitted to cleaning up; If it's intentional, it's no good taking it out on the cup. Mom must let you know these truths! "
Although what my mother said is reasonable, I really didn't break the cup. I tried to explain myself several times, but my mother always stared at me with a straight face and wide eyes, as if I had to admit it. I bowed my head and did my homework, trying not to shed tears. Seeing that I didn't make a sound, my mother even thought that I broke the glass, severely criticized me, and asked me to wrap the broken glass in old newspapers and throw it into the trash can. I feel very wronged in my heart, thinking that I have no enmity with this cup. Why do broken cups bother me? After cleaning up, I got up and went back to my room, lying in bed sulking.
In the evening, dad came back. At dinner, my father said, "I accidentally broke the cup this morning. I was in a hurry to go out and didn't clean it." Sorry. " At this time, my mother knew that she had wronged me and her expression became embarrassed. She said, "God, I thought it was my son. I taught him a lesson." I thought to myself, "dear father, you made me take the blame all day!" " "My mother came and took my hand and said, son, my mother is too arbitrary. I apologize to you and promise it won't happen again! " "
Although it has been more than a year since this incident, my mother also admitted her mistake and I forgave her, but I still remember the feeling of injustice at that time.
There are many things in our life, including happiness, liveliness and sadness ... and this grievance makes me unforgettable for a long time.
This winter, my father bought a pot of cyclamen flowers and put them on the coffee table. Pink flowers and faint fragrance of flowers make this home more lively. Once, I went to get a toy on the coffee table and accidentally ran over a flower. After a while, I went to learn the piano. When I came back, I saw that the potted plants were scattered all over the floor, and none of them stood up. I quickly asked my father, "What happened to this potted flower?" Dad shouted at me angrily, "You're not all hands, you just put it on this morning!" " "I was frightened to disgrace, hurriedly hid in the room. I didn't explain to my father until his anger subsided, but he still flew into a rage. This potted flower has caused me endless setbacks. I thought to myself that I did touch the flower gently this morning, but I didn't see it fall when I left. I must not have done it. Who is the "murderer"? I have to find the killer! In the evening, because it was too cold, we had to turn on the air conditioner, and my father carried the flowers into the air-conditioned room by the way. When I got up the next morning, I saw a miracle. The potted flower actually stood up! I quickly reported to my father, who was dubious and went to the scene with me with questions. Mosaic flower stems have really recovered. "Impossible, yesterday was obviously withered, how is it possible ..." Dad asked the computer with questions, the treasure house of knowledge, and the murderer finally appeared. It turns out that the temperature has dropped sharply these days, from a dozen degrees to below zero, and delicate flowers can't bear the sharp temperature change. The leaves and stamens of flowers have fallen one after another, and air conditioning has raised the indoor temperature, bringing flowers back to life. Dad was embarrassed to apologize to me: "I'm sorry, I misjudged you because I didn't know the basic knowledge of cyclamen flower cultivation." I turned and ran into the room. At this moment, tears of injustice welled up in my eyes. The truth makes me feel relaxed, and the taste of being misunderstood is really hard.
There is happiness, vitality, happiness, injustice, and happiness. It is precisely because they are indispensable that this is called life.
I have a sister who is very naughty and loves beauty.
When I was 9 years old, one afternoon, my father went to work, my mother was cooking, and my sister and I were playing at home. Suddenly, my sister saw my mother's favorite necklace. My sister ran to pick it up and put it around her neck. After putting it on, she didn't put it back in its original position, but took it outside to play. I said, "Sister, take off your necklace before you can play outside." But my sister ignored me and went out.
After dinner, my mother came. When she wanted to wear a necklace, she found that it was missing. My mother came up to me angrily and said, "Did you take my mother's necklace?" I said, "No, I didn't take your necklace. It was my sister who took your necklace. " Mother looked around the room, but didn't see her sister, so she said loudly, "Now, you are still arguing. I put it so high, my sister is so small, how can I get it? " No matter how I explain it, my mother won't believe it. I felt very wronged, and my eyes were full of tears. I whispered, "I didn't take it, my sister took it." Mom is even more angry! Tell me to kneel down and reflect. My heart is very wronged, and my tears keep falling.
Just then, my sister came back from outside. As soon as my sister entered the room, my mother found the necklace around my sister's neck, and I was innocent. Mother asked her sister, "Did you take mother's necklace?" My sister said, "Yes." My sister hung her head in shame. My sister took off the necklace and gave it back to my mother. My mother felt particularly guilty and helped me up and said, "I'm sorry, my mother was wrong about you." I hope you can forgive me. "I said," it doesn't matter. "
Through this incident, I understand that no matter what you do, you must investigate clearly first, and don't blame people who have not made mistakes.
I am a ten-year-old girl with big eyes, small mouth and long ponytail. My character is very docile, and I never argue with others easily, but sometimes I feel wronged.
Once, my deskmate's pen disappeared. He can't find it anywhere, but he is very anxious. At this time, he found that I had a pen exactly like him, so he said angrily to me, "You stole my pen. Give it back to me! " "I pretended to be angry and said to him," I didn't steal your pen. You misunderstood me. "But he still didn't believe it, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed my pen. Because he loves to hit people on weekdays, I was afraid that he would hit me, so I didn't compete with him and sat down in my seat helplessly. I thought to myself, this man is really unreasonable. He doesn't care about his own pen and steals others' pens. ...
He fiddled with the pen he had snatched from him and grinned proudly: "Steal my pen? I still found it! "
I finally couldn't help it, and said softly with tears in my eyes, "This is really my pen. Your pen is gone, but you can't take someone else's pen. " Seeing my grievance, he seemed to realize something and said, "It seems that this is really your pen. Can you help me find my pen? " I smiled through tears and nodded yes. "He listened and blinked at me a little shyly.
I helped him find it in the pencil-box, schoolbag, desk and floor ... Suddenly, I found a long strip under the table against the wall. Take a closer look. Hey! Isn't this his pen? I couldn't help but pick up the pen and hand it to him. He picked up a pen and said, "I'm sorry! I really misunderstood you, please forgive me! " I smiled and said, "Nothing!"
Although this matter has passed for a long time, in retrospect, I still have various tastes in my heart. However, after learning a lesson from one thing, if I encounter similar situations in the future, I will certainly explain patiently and try my best to eliminate misunderstandings.
A grievance composition 9 Many things happen in everyone's childhood. There are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, just like a drop of water, it gathers into a river and flows slowly in childhood.
I remember one summer, I spent an unforgettable summer vacation at my grandmother's house.
One night, I went to bed early, but I don't know where so many mosquitoes came from, which stung my bags, so I couldn't sleep and tossed about in bed. Finally, I stayed up until the next morning, and the first thing I did when I got up was to find a medicine brush. Seeing grandma fighting mosquitoes, she was looking for mosquitoes to invade her mouth after killing mosquitoes. It turns out that the screen window of the balcony is broken, and that's where mosquitoes fly in.
Grandma said to me sternly, "Did you break this sand window?" "I didn't break it." Grandma didn't believe it and kept saying, "You must have broken it. There was no one at home except us yesterday. You said you didn't break it, so who did? " Besides, I saw you playing with a knife on the balcony yesterday. If it is broken, let me know, and I can fix it earlier. ""Grandma, I really didn't break it. " I explained. Grandma said angrily, "You broke the screen window and said you didn't admit it ..." I jumped up and said, "If I didn't do it, I did it. Why do you want to say me? " Then I turned and ran to the bedroom and closed the door.
When my mother came back from work at noon, she saw me looking unhappy and asked me what was wrong. Grandma told a story once, and then grandpa smiled and said, "Oh, I accidentally broke my clothes when I was collecting them, and I forgot to tell you." "You smelly old man, I wronged my grandson." Grandma said, hugging me in her arms. After listening to this sentence, I climbed into grandma's arms and cried.
Now, it's been a long time, but I still feel a little wronged when I think about it.
A grievance composition 10 When I open the door of memory, there will always be many things gushing out, including happiness, excitement and tension ... Now, what appears in front of me is a tear, and its name is grievance.
I remember one summer, I went to a calligraphy class. It was a sunny afternoon, and I walked happily to the classroom. Only when I got to the classroom did I find that I completely forgot to bring my homework. But I did write it. How should I explain to the teacher? Just when I was in a hurry, the calligraphy teacher came and asked, "Little friend, did you bring your homework?" The students all said yes, except me. I've been looking in my bag, my heart is beating fast and I'm in a hurry, for fear that the teacher will scold me. The students handed in their homework one after another, and I was the only one who kept looking for homework in my seat. Sure enough, the teacher looked at me fiercely and said to me, "Didn't you do your homework?" There is no future if you don't do your homework at such a young age. Do you know that?/You know what? ""I, I ... "I was speechless. It pricked me like a needle. I said anxiously, "teacher, I really wrote it!" "I really wrote it!" The teacher said, "Where's your homework?" At home. ""that's not written. You want to lie to me. "The teacher didn't believe what I said. God, jumping into the Yellow River really won't wash off!
At this time, the teacher sent a WeChat on his mobile phone, which was sent by my mother. She said, "Teacher, I didn't bring my calligraphy homework, so I left it at home." After seeing the information, the teacher said shyly to me, "OK. I know. " When the teacher turned his back on me, I felt particularly wronged and wiped my tears while writing. Looking at my sad appearance, the teacher came up to me carefully, gave me an apologetic look and said, "I'm sorry, naturally." Teachers should not talk to you in such a fierce tone, nor should they draw conclusions without making it clear. The teacher misjudged you, and I'm really sorry! "Hearing the teacher's apology, I decided to forgive the teacher, and the grievances in my heart vanished.
The dark clouds cleared and the sun came out. Life may be like this. After this door is opened, there may be many bad things, but the bad things will always pass.
A grievance composition 1 1 That day, I was doing the homework assigned by Chinese teacher Huang in the classroom. At this moment, Wang Zhixiong's pencil box sitting behind me suddenly rang. I didn't care at the time. I thought it was his pencil case, and I didn't take it to heart at all.
However, the good times did not last long. Just as I was concentrating on my homework, Wang Zhixiong came back. When he was going to write his homework with a pencil, he found that his pencil was missing. So he asked Weiwei, "Have you seen anyone touch my pencil box?" "No," replied Vivian. So Wang Zhixiong looked everywhere. Suddenly, he saw my identical pencil. So he shouted to me, "Why did you steal my pencil? You stole it. Please return my pencil quickly. " However, I didn't steal his pencil at all. How can I compensate him? So, I explained to him, but no matter how I explained it, he just didn't believe me, so I cried at my desk. At this moment, Wei Wei cried, "Wang Zhixiong, come and see, is that pencil in Zhu Xiaoqin's pencil box yours?" Wang Zhixiong, go and have a look. That pencil is the same as his. At this moment, Zhu Xiaoqin happened to come in, so they hurried forward to ask questions.
Later, under Wang Zhixiong's stern questioning, Zhu Xiaoqin finally revealed the truth.
Finally, when Wang Zhixiong apologized to me, I finally felt indescribable comfort.
I have a little cousin named Zhao Yujie, who is my aunt's son. Aunt often comes to my house to play and brings him to meetings every time. His arrival can benefit me a lot! Not only is there a soldier like a follower, but he can also get more pocket money. We have played more together, and our relationship is getting closer every day. If I don't see him every ten and a half months, I'll call him and invite him to play at home.
It happened to be the weekend, and my aunt brought him to play. Mother is busy cooking and entertaining guests. My cousin and I sneaked out of the house while they were not looking and played all morning. In the afternoon, I was hungry before my mother cooked. I went to ask my father for money to buy bread. Dad gave me five dollars and said, "You are my brother. When you buy something to eat, eat with your brother and let him order. " I said, "OK, I see."
On the way back from buying bread, my brother and I shared it.
Although the younger brother is small, he is exquisite! Every time I ask for something, he will argue with me. If I don't let him, he will complain to an adult. I can't avoid being criticized by my parents. I let him eat more than half this time, and I only ate a little. Who knew he wanted to eat mine again soon after eating? I said, "You want to eat mine after eating so much. Too exquisite. " I didn't give him mine.
When he got home, he told my father that I wouldn't let him eat bread. Dad scolded me and gave him another yuan to buy it. I was so angry that tears fell, and I thought, why doesn't dad believe me? Am I such an ignorant child in my father's mind?
It's been a long time, but I feel wronged when I think about it.
A wronged composition 13 has always hidden the most wronged words in my memory. I can't forget this for a long time! I remember it was a summer vacation, my father was on a business trip because of work, and my mother took care of me at home alone! But because of the sudden change of weather, my mother fell ill with a fever! I don't want to say how uncomfortable I feel. I thought: My mother took care of me for so long, so tired. I should repay her! I'll go to the kitchen alone to see what I can do. Finding the dishes unwashed, I made up my mind to clean them.
At that time, there was a lack of exercise and I was not very skilled at washing dishes. I just washed the detergent on the bowl. There was an accident. Because I didn't hold the bowl completely, my little hand slipped and the bowl fell on the kitchen washbasin and broke! My hand was cut, too. I was nervous and scared, so I quickly hid my injured little hand behind me! But as soon as my mother heard the sound and dragged her weak body out, she immediately became angry and shouted, "I am sick, you are still disobedient, and you are making trouble everywhere, which has added chaos to me!" " "I haven't had time to explain just hit me twice! I ran back to my room wronged and looked at my bleeding little hand and cried! My mother may have seen the blood stains left by me at night and the traces left by my washing dishes just now. My mother came to my room with a medicine box, slowly wiped my tears with her hands, bandaged my little hand and said with tears, "Chen Chen, my mother wronged you. You are a good boy who is obedient and sensible! "Mom is wrong about you!" My mother and I hugged each other tightly! This is a grievance I can't forget in my heart!
A grievance composition 14 When I opened the door of my memory, a tear appeared in front of me. Its name was "grievance".
One night three years ago, it was raining cats and dogs. I was doing my homework quietly in my room. Soon, there was a faint cry from downstairs. I hurried downstairs and found my brother sitting on the ground crying. I ran to comfort him. Gradually, my brother calmed down. At this time, my mother came down from the roof and saw my brother crying. She said to me angrily, "Why did you make my brother cry!" " "I explained anxiously," mom, I didn't. I didn't cry. The naughty brother deliberately said, "My sister did it!" " Then he began to cry again. When I heard my brother's words, my eyes widened and I thought, "God, I really can't wash it off if I jump into the Yellow River! " "
My mother said to me viciously, "You are still quibbling. My brother said it was you, but you still don't admit it! " "From my mother's unquestionable eyes, I can see that she must think I did it. I was so wronged that I burst into tears and rushed back to my room, ignoring everything. Back to my room, tears kept flowing and I kept thinking, "Why did my mother do this to me? "Why didn't mom listen to me? Why did my brother lie? Why? Why ... "About half an hour later, someone knocked at the door. I didn't open the door. Then, my mother came up to me gently and whispered, "daughter, I'm sorry, my mother was wrong about you." It's all my fault. I wronged you without thinking it through. " After listening to this sentence, I looked at my mother's ashamed expression, and the grievances in my heart disappeared without a trace.
I will always keep this in mind. Although I am wronged, I know that my mother still loves me! If I become a mother in the future, I will definitely ask my children calmly before making a conclusion.
A wronged thing composition 15 friends, have you ever been wronged for a small matter? I think everyone has it. Today, I come to share a grievance.
When class was over that day, my classmates and I were playing outside. Some of us play rope skipping, some play box jumping, some play cat and mouse ... Just when we are having fun, the class teacher who is always unsmiling comes, and he gives an order, so we have to go back to the classroom despondently. The students began to complain as soon as they entered the classroom. Someone said, "Hey, why is the teacher here?" Some people say, "Damn it, we had a good time. What a disappointment! " ..... Students like frost dozen eggplant, limply prone on the table sigh.
At this moment, the head teacher walked into the classroom. He glanced at the classroom and then said to the students who had sat up straight, "I see paper on the ground!" Everybody look down! "
I looked down and saw a piece of red paper beside my desk. Because I have never seen this kind of paper, I pretend it doesn't matter. Who knows, the teacher said angrily, "Zhu Linjing, there is a piece of paper under your feet. Can't you see it?" I quickly defended: "teacher, this ... this is not what I threw." At this time, the teacher stared at me, and I didn't dare to look up at her, thinking: No, what should I do? I feel that the temperature of the teacher's anger seems to have reached 100 degrees, and it is about to pop up from the top of my head. Afraid to look up, I bent down silently, so I had to pick up the garbage in a bad mood and throw it into my bag.
After a while, the students behind patted their backs and said, "I'm sorry!" " I just threw that paper away. ""nothing, nothing, wasn't it criticized by the teacher? " I shook my head and whispered.
In this way, the two of us later became good friends, helping each other and accommodating each other.
This is a grievance I have encountered. Although a little wronged, I am still very happy because I have gained eternal friendship.