In our daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. Then do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my carefully organized composition of shame. Welcome to read and collect it. I am ashamed of composition 1

Another gust of wind came at the right time. It blows away the summer heat and brings the coolness of autumn. The golden leaves on the tree fluttered in the wind, teasing passers-by like lovely elves.

In this autumn, looking at the sky with blue sky and white clouds, I am extremely happy, because autumn is so sad in the eyes of others, but not so lonely in my eyes, but pitiful. I walked in the street, admiring the "golden road" leading to the distance, which was covered with golden leaves. As I walked, I stroked the crumbling old leaves on that big tree. Although I lost the tenderness of the green leaves, I felt a little more calm in my heart.

I suddenly saw a sanitation worker cleaning up fallen leaves in the distance, which puzzled me. Such a beautiful scenery is like an oil painting, so why should I destroy it? I kicked the pebbles on the road, and in a rage, "Bang!" I actually kicked the garbage dump over, and countless fallen leaves and other garbage were knocked over to the ground. I was like a frightened deer, and I ran away in a hurry. My guilt made me unable to escape. I hid in a nearby corner and stared at aunt sanitation.

"Oh, why did this trash can turn over? Look at this trash can. It's everywhere. That man was in a hurry. He accidentally kicked the trash can over and left in a hurry. I don't' don't think it was intentional, forget it. "Aunt muttered, listening to these reassuring words made me more and more uneasy, wanted to help, but didn't have the courage to admit it. Just as I was quarreling, a passing young lady came over enthusiastically and took the broom and dustpan from her aunt. She smiled sweetly: "Aunt, I think you are so hard and tired. It's been a day. Why don't you take a rest and let me do it? Anyway, it's no big deal." Aunt sanitation smiled and gave a thumbs up: "You are a hard-working girl. Come and help me sweep the floor. My heart is really good." Hearing this, my face was burning, and feelings of self-blame and guilt flooded into my heart, and my face became hot.

I left silently at that time, but now I feel sorry every time I think about it. It would be great if I could stand up and bravely admit my mistake! I am ashamed of composition 2

Bathed in the morning light, I came to school and was preparing to hand in my homework.

Lin anqi held the exercise book and said, "I didn't know a few questions in my English homework yesterday!" " English homework? My heart was surprised, "oh, my god! I didn't do it! " "What should I do?" I was so anxious that I plunged into my schoolbag and took out my exercise book, praying that God would fill my exercise book with words. When I opened my exercise book, I saw a glistening piece on it, and there was not even a trace of writing.

"What about yours?" Zhang Wan came over and asked. "Here it is." Pretending to be calm, I stuffed my English book into my schoolbag and took out an empty book from my desk. "Hey, where's your homework?" Zhang Wan "Hua" to shake the notebook. My forehead could not help but ooze sweat, trying to argue: "I obviously did it!" " "Hum, now! Words with advanced technology can grow feet! " Zhang Wan disdainfully leafed through the "gobbledygook" with "invisible characters". "It seems that I can't keep up with the times, and I don't even know about this high technology!" The whole class burst into laughter. "But I really did my English homework!" I said against my will. "The word? What about the parents' signature? " She glanced at me and looked at my whole body. "I don't think you just did it." "I didn't do it. Take a good look. " My eyes scanned the floor. "Stop it! You just didn't do it! " Zhang Wan glared at me and shouted at me. "I ... I didn't do it." I blushed and whispered.

I bowed my head involuntarily. As a class cadre, I missed my homework, and my cheeks suddenly turned red and hot. At that moment, I was so ashamed! I am ashamed of composition 3

On Sunday, my mother and I went out to do business. When we finished, we went to a nearby noodle restaurant for lunch. At this time, several workers came out from the opposite construction site.

I saw that they were all dirty, their pants were covered with mud and there were holes. I couldn't stand it, so I pretended to turn my head in other directions. Who knows, those construction workers came straight to the noodle restaurant, and what I didn't expect was that they were sitting at the table in front of us.

in this way, I am even more anxious sitting there waiting for the plane. So I called to the boss: "Boss, is the noodles ready?" Hurry up! " The boss responded politely: "Good!" At this moment, I accidentally saw a worker bend down and pick up the paper ball on the ground, and then put the trash can in order, turning his head and talking to the boss: "I really don't worry, it's okay to wait a little longer." I saw the boss with a towel hanging around his neck and sweat as big as a bean on his forehead. While wiping it, he patiently said, "Thank you for your understanding. I will try my best!" " At that time, I was a little embarrassed and my heart was full of guilt.

migrant workers still know how to understand others and understand their hardships, but I despise them. Now, if I realize something. The noodles were soon ready, and the boss put them in front of me and said with a smile, "Thank you for waiting. Please enjoy your meal." I am no longer in a hurry, but slowly tasting this bowl of noodles in front of me. The taste inside is by no means a kind.

I looked up secretly, only to see those workers munching, eating so delicious. After eating, wipe off the stains left on the table carelessly and move the chair back to its original place. Then smile and say hello to the hospitable boss and leave.

Looking at their drifting back against the background of high-rise buildings in the city, I can't help but connect their figures with high-rise buildings and grow taller in my heart. Didn't they get these high-rise buildings with sweat and hard work? They are worthy of being the soul engineers who built this city.

at this moment, I'm sitting at my desk, as if I've been electrocuted, and suddenly my face is burning. I am ashamed of composition 4

As the ancients said, "No one has made mistakes, but he can change them if he has made mistakes, and it is not good at all.". It means: who can make no mistakes, and if he knows his mistakes and corrects them, there is nothing better. Once, I made a mistake.

One day, I was alone at home, watching TV. Suddenly, I thought there was a bag of potato chips in the kitchen. As soon as I started, I quickly arrived at the kitchen, but when I was taking potato chips, my wrist touched a bowl next to the kitchen, "Bang!"! With a bang, the bowl is broken! I was in a hurry, thinking: it's over. If my parents see me, they will definitely lecture me. What should I do? My heart is in a panic and confusion, and my heart is pounding.

Soil, a voice said to me, "What are you afraid of? Just take a plastic bag and throw it away! There are so many bowls, they will not be found. Another voice said to me, have you forgotten? The mistake is not terrible. What is terrible is to face the mistake wrongly. As long as you dare to admit it, mom and dad will not criticize you! " I shook my head vigorously and thought: Forget it, throw it away. I picked up the broom and swept the debris into the plastic bag. Keep watching TV as if nothing has happened.

time flies, and mom and dad come back in a blink of an eye. When my mother walked into the kitchen, my heart thumped and I began to feel a little nervous. I thought: will it be discovered by my mother? Mother suddenly said, "Hey, why is there a bowl missing?" I suddenly panicked. There seems to be a rabbit in my heart, jumping around "bang", and my mother said again, "Did you do it? Son? " I said hesitantly, "Yes ... I did it." My mother smiled and said to me, "mistakes are not terrible at all. Carlisle once said that the biggest failure is failure without consciousness." As long as you take the initiative to admit your mistake, mom and dad won't scold you. " I nodded in shame.

I won't make this mistake again. Because, whenever I unconsciously want to eat, I will think of my mother's words to spur myself.

we should face our mistakes bravely. Mistakes are a compulsory course in life. As long as you understand them, you will be mature! I am ashamed of composition 5

They are the little stars in the city, weak but not small, and even each of them tries their best to prop up the world. At the moment, they are the giants! -inscription

I don't know if you found that there is always a little orange light flashing in our city. No matter how early or how late, there is no shortage of them on the street. People pay tribute to them, but I can only look at them with shame.

They are sanitation workers. They don't waste public resources, but they are sorting out and cleaning up the resources wasted by others every day. This may not be the city where they were born, but they try their best to make the city orderly as they serve the elderly. Their heartfelt dedication is enough to make many people feel ashamed.

It was the first snow this year. Because it was artificial "fake snow", I waited for three days just to thaw. During this period, the wind is still blowing, the weather is still cold, and the speed of snow melting is obviously slowed down. But this can't beat them, as if it were a night's sight. The thick snow was all shoveled and piled up on both sides of the road, making way for a clean and spacious road. Walking on the road, we are not out of malice, rubbing snowballs while walking, but also letting them scatter on the cleaned road. White snow, lined with black road, is not harmonious, but I don't think so. I think it's just fun.

A day later, it was the same street. An old man in rain boots was shoveling snow with a spade. Although his face was vicissitudes, his orange was still bright. I dare not think about what happened yesterday. A mistake made by a teenager needs several old people to redeem it. They may say they love their jobs, but who doesn't want to spend their old age leisurely? They have long been simple and dedicated, highlighting the guilty conscience of countless people. The appearance of their labor, accompanied by that snow, will always be engraved in my heart. Writing here, I can't help but think of a sentence:

Snow is poetic, but it is a disaster when it rains heavily.

They are all over the city, reflecting us with courage. But I can't accept it with a clear conscience. Every time I think of their vicissitudes and fatigue, shame becomes the most indescribable taste in my heart. I am ashamed of composition 6

In front of my house, my mother planted some corn. I often water it, fertilize it, catch insects and watch them grow up day by day.

one morning, I went to see the corn again, and found that the corn had a small corn cob. I was extremely happy. One day, two days and three days passed, and the corn cob did not grow. I was in a hurry, thinking: the corn has grown so many leaves, and the water and nutrients have been absorbed. Of course, the corn cob will not grow up. If I knock off the corn leaves and let it grow corn cobs quickly, can't I eat fresh and tender corn early?

on Sunday, my parents went out. I found a stick and spent a long time knocking out all the corn leaves. Alas, I'm so tired that I'm sweating. But the thought that corn has grown fast since then, and in a few days, I can cook fresh corn to eat. What am I tired of? Besides, I helped adults do so much work, and my parents will certainly praise me when they come back. "You are so smart and capable." I seem to have heard their praise. The more I think about it, the happier I am, so I look forward to my parents coming back soon.

Dad came back from work. As soon as he saw these bare corn, he shouted angrily, "Who did this? How did he get rid of the corn Ye Quan?" I rushed out and said loudly, "Dad, you are so stupid. I knocked out the leaves, and the corn leaves absorbed all the nutrients and water. How can the corn cob grow fast without knocking it out? " Dad laughed and cried after listening, and said, "Silly child, you have knocked out all the leaves, and the corn cob can't absorb nutrients. How can it grow?" I didn't believe what my father said, so I went to find some books about photosynthesis of green plants. The book said, "Under the irradiation of sunlight, chlorophyll in corn leaves photosynthesises absorbed water with carbon dioxide to supply nutrients needed by corn cobs." I didn't understand the truth until I read the introduction in the book. I am sure that I did a stupid thing.

This incident made me feel very ashamed. It made me understand that it is impossible to do things with my own imagination and enthusiasm. Only with knowledge of culture and science can I make fewer or no mistakes. I am ashamed of composition 7

It was a sunny day. My aunt and cousin came to my house, and my mother and I warmly received them.

My mother gave all my favorite sweets, chips and biscuits to my cousin. I saw that my favorite snack was in my cousin's arms at this time, and it was about to be put into my cousin's bulging stomach. I was very uncomfortable and a sense of jealousy came to my mind. But I'm his cousin after all, so I'm embarrassed to say it.

when I handed a cup of hot tea to my aunt from the kitchen, I found my cousin disappeared, and all those snacks were gone.

I was even angrier, thinking to myself: He wants to enjoy the delicious food all by himself, leaving me nothing. That's disgusting. I must grab some food. Thinking about it, I searched every corner for my cousin's trace, and I searched every place where I could hide, except my room.

I walked carefully to the front of the door, leaned forward against the door and heard the noise inside. Finally, I reached for the door handle and quietly opened the door, but my cousin closed the door as soon as he saw me open it.

I had to find another way. I tiptoed to the balcony, quietly lifted a corner of the curtain when my cousin was not looking, and carefully watched my cousin's every move. I saw my cousin put the sweets on the bed in an orderly arrangement, then counted them repeatedly, divided them into two piles, and occasionally picked out one or two sweets and put them in another pile. Finally, he hid the pile of sweets under my pillow and held the remaining seven or eight sweets in his hand.

when he walked out of the door, he said to me, "I'm going to eat soon. I still have a few left. I'll leave them to you!" " Say that finish, just put those sweets in my hand.

at this point, I really look down on myself, and "treat a gentleman with a villain's heart"! My cousin's actions in choosing sweets made me ashamed. I am ashamed of composition 8

My life is like a calm lake, and it has been calm all the time, but one day, a naughty boy threw a stone into it ...

It was a Saturday morning, and that day, I got up early, put on my schoolbag and prepared to go out for tutoring. At this time, I was fascinated by a cup. I took it out of my mother's bag and studied it carefully for a while. The cup was covered with lovely stripes. Looking down from top to bottom, the internal structure of the cup was made of glass. A few lemons under the filter gave off a fragrance. I fell in love with this cup at once. I picked it up and rushed to my mother and asked, "Mom, can I use this cup for a day?"

"no! This cup is made of glass. What if it breaks and cuts your hand? "

"But ..."

"But what? I told you, why is this child so stubborn! "