In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing a composition, and they are all familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What kind of composition can be called excellent composition? The following is my collection. I don't regret that excellent composition. For reference only. I hope I can help you.

I have no regrets. With the sound of falling rain, one day's campus life has come to an end. It's time to go home, but I hesitated at the door of the teacher's office. I looked into the office, but I didn't see the teacher. I sighed and returned to the classroom with the test paper.

It all started a day ago. ...

At this time a day ago, it was still the same weather-raindrops kept falling from the sky. Originally, this rainy weather was the most anxious, but I didn't look unhappy at that time. The test results have been announced, and I stepped on a sideline and entered the 100 before the year. This made me happy for a while, and I was satisfied to get a place in the top 100 despite being a strong player all year round. But soon I couldn't laugh-my English test paper was deducted by the teacher, and this point, I can choose to return or stay. Finally, I chose to keep it.

However, that night, I was extremely anxious, fearing that one day the teacher would find this dishonest record. I've been struggling inside. I tried to convince myself, for example, I could tell the teacher that I don't know, and the teacher might not find out … and so on, but I decided to ask the teacher to explain the situation. So there was the opening scene.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes ... I'm waiting impatiently. Finally, I saw the door of the classroom diagonally opposite the classroom-the classroom where the teacher had a meeting-opened. I took a deep breath and walked to the teacher's office.

Before the start of the exam 100 students have been posted at the school gate, as expected, there is no my name.

When my classmates asked me if I had any regrets, I said, "I'm relieved. Let bygones be bygones! " I have no regrets. I lost the qualification of top 100, but gave my credit a reliable guarantee. How can I regret this?

I have no regrets. I never regret choosing to play the piano.

One weekday night, my friends in the community asked me to go downstairs to play, but I refused.

Every night, I practice the piano on time, starting with scales and practicing twelve songs. Sometimes my hands are sore and I want to give up. But when I think that my idol Lang Lang has to practice for eight or nine hours every day, I give up the idea of giving up and continue to practice. After practicing the scales, I began to practice the music for finger training. I practice ten times a day without interruption. After practice, I began to sweat and want to be lazy. When my mother saw it, she said to me, "Do you still remember the story" The Race between the Tortoise and the Rabbit "? The tortoise won because of its persistence. You shouldn't give up. " I thought to myself: Yes, persistence is victory. I should also insist on not giving up. I can't give up just because I meet some difficulties.

So, I started playing again. When I played the music of the grade exam, I kept hearing their voices playing downstairs. It turns out that when I was in kindergarten, I played with them, catching people and playing hide and seek ... I was so happy. Now I still have to play the piano at home, but I thought that after Grade 9, they would definitely look at me with envy. I continued to practice. Because I have passed the CET-8, I was responsible for playing the piano in a singing competition, and the teacher praised my skills, so I feel very gratified and proud. My efforts were not in vain, and I was rewarded.

Since then, I will take the initiative to practice piano every day. Practicing the piano has become an indispensable part of my life. I practice for an hour and a half every day without interruption. My efforts paid off. The envious eyes of my classmates gave me an explanation. My efforts were not in vain. Fingers become thin and long, and they will not give up when practicing. I will take every exercise, every measure and every sound seriously.

I like the piano, and I will never regret learning this instrument. I will get as much as I put in. From learning piano, I gained knowledge, happiness and affirmation from my classmates and teachers.

I don't regret it, never.

I have no regrets. Everyone has his own specialty. Some people give up halfway, but some people persevere. I chose to insist. I have no regrets at all.

I envy others who can sit in front of 88 black and white keys and practice dancing with their fingertips, so intoxicated and so beautiful. From then on, I chose the piano. At that time, I never thought about how much I would pay and how many setbacks I would encounter in the future. But that's how I made my decision.

At first, my strong interest made me more and more superior, and I didn't regret it at that time. I think I will go on carefree all the time, but I have reached a turning point in taking the exam.

It doesn't seem so difficult to open the page. I can easily improve my second grade to an excellent level. I thought to myself: the exam is not difficult at all. Holding the certificate, I feel flattered and even more proud.

When I successfully entered the seventh grade, boring piano lessons arrived as scheduled. Rows of dazzling notes hit my face, and I was shocked. The initial strong interest disappeared without a trace. No interest, no motivation. These fundamental reasons lead to the increase of my practice time to 8 hours every day. This figure amazed the invigilator. Obviously, in a few days, my little hand was swollen like a melon. I can't move in pain, and I can't press the button any more.

I began to ask myself: if I were more mature and thought about what I would face in the future, would I still be so determined? Now I regret it. I look at the music and think in my mind: If I don't practice the piano now, how many happy times can I enjoy? Thinking about thinking about it, my heart became more and more wronged, and tears welled up and wet the keys.

Just as I was crying, my mother came in and hugged me into her warm arms. Comfort me softly: "it doesn't matter, everyone has to go through this darkness." Do not give up. As long as you grit your teeth and come out of this darkness, the dawn of victory is beckoning to you. "

My mother's words touched me, dried my tears and made me strong. Come on! In the end, victory belongs to me.

At that time, I proudly gave my certificate to my classmates. To my surprise, that classmate said to me, "Didn't you learn piano in junior high school just to be useful?" I was shocked. Is that so?

As time went on, I entered junior high school and answered this question: No. I don't take learning piano as a ticket to a prestigious school, but as a cultural heritage and understanding of art, and I don't regret it.

I have no regrets. If life is like a river, then the things encountered are like water drops, which constitute the scenery. Although it is complete, it is not perfect. And that choice, I will never regret, it makes the whole pool of life stir up layers of ripples, and it makes people unable to leave for a long time.

In the next semester of the sixth grade, although I am going to graduate, I have lost a lot. I'm in trouble with the drama troupe and the track team. I hit a car in the drama competition and the track and field school district competition. The drama is performed by several people together, and no one can live without anyone! I have been insisting on track and field for four years, and giving up at this time is a loss! The PE teacher quickly found me and talked a lot, but in the end he left me the choice. I'm at a loss. Although I didn't think it over carefully, I knew I had to make a decision. I whispered the word "drama", but it was enough for people to hear clearly. The teacher didn't say much and let me go.

Without the shackles of sports competitions, I am more involved in drama practice. Although it took up time and even made me give up the junior high school entrance class, my partner and I still didn't give up. If the original play was just an irregular stone, now it has been carefully polished by masons, revealing the appearance of diamonds.

Finally, the game began. I couldn't sleep that night and my blood was boiling in my chest. Coming to the stadium, this long-lost stage, makes me excited. I know my dream has come home with a full load. In the competition, I watched the lights flashing for me, the audience applauded me and my heart beat with me. I was very happy. In this way, my classmates and I gave full play to our strength and won the first place in one fell swoop, while I sat quietly in the background, savoring the dribs and drabs of that process and harvesting the beauty of honor. I smiled, sweet, which at least shows that I am like this.

In fact, at the last moment of that choice, I realized that although exercise can keep fit, drama is my real destination. It carries my childhood wishes and future dreams, and it is the stage displayed in my heart. If I had to choose again, I would still choose drama, and I wouldn't give up my dream for profit. My dream led me to embark on that muddy road. Even if the yellow sand stumbles, even if I am homeless, even if there is a storm, I will never look back, because I will never regret embarking on this road of no return.

I have no regrets. I always remember that exam. When some students asked each other for answers for grades, I made my own insistence. Until now, I will not regret that choice, because it is worth it!

When I was in primary school, my classmates were very simple. No matter what others ask you, they will tell me everything they know, which makes it easy for everyone to exchange their answers with others during the exam. But I can't agree with this practice.

It was an exam in the fifth grade of primary school. These questions are a bit difficult. When the teacher is away, students always ask each other for answers. At that time, as a class committee, I loudly reminded my classmates again and again: "Don't whisper, such achievements are not real achievements. Even if you do it right, you are not proud. You have to rely on your own level! " Many students don't listen to me and are still whispering their answers. I have no choice but to write my own paper.

While I was writing my paper, the monitor sitting next to me suddenly called my name softly. I answered without looking up and continued to write my paper quickly. The monitor leaned in quietly and asked, "How to write 14?" I looked up at him and said earnestly, "monitor, you have fallen." He immediately lowered his head to write the paper, and the monitor said anxiously, "What question can't you do?" ? Let's exchange! "I said," this is not right. Besides, are you our monitor? "When I said it, the monitor was a little dismissive, but he couldn't say anything more.

I continued to write my own paper, but when I wrote the last question, I couldn't. The rustle of my classmates' pens makes me feel very anxious. Time is passing, but I don't have any ideas. While I was thinking hard, I noticed my monitor. The monitor immediately saw that I couldn't do the problem. He felt that the opportunity came again, so he leaned in and whispered, "Let's exchange!" " I said, "monitor, this is a matter of people's quality." I really can't exchange with you! " "The monitor was a little ashamed to see my insistence, and finally said nothing.

Long time no see. Although I didn't get the ideal score in that exam, I never regretted that decision. I didn't cheat myself because of a score, nor did I abandon my integrity because of a score. I choose to be a true and frank person. Only in this way can I make progress step by step on the road of life.

I have no regrets. The green leaves are full of sunshine, and the geese fly in the sunset, refreshing the first sunshine of the day. You may not care about all kinds of beauty in life in a hurry, but I collect all the beauty quietly, and I don't regret collecting the beauty in life.

After coming home from school, I saw a lot of homework in front of me and imagined the hard work of other students at home. I rubbed my sore shoulder, my pen ached, and my mind was silent. I looked at a blank piece of paper in a daze, only imagining that there was more homework to push me forward. Finally, I took a deep breath, opened the curtains and let the golden light of the sunset shine into the wall, making everything so gorgeous. The sunset stays in my heart, the brush in my hand dances in the palette, looking at the pink clouds in the distance, floating quietly, the brush dancing on the paper, recording the beautiful scenery of the horizon with the most sincere colors. When night falls, their soft pink and dark blue skies are like pearls and blue velvet. After I inhale beauty bit by bit, only the black wings of the night are left. Only then did I find my mother standing at the door. I don't regret each loud criticism. Because tonight, I collected a feeling that I found a kind of fine to pure beauty in the most dazzling middle.

Life is full of beauty, you just need to discover and collect it. For example, pink petals rolled up by the wind, with a little rain and dew, blow into my arms, such as lazy noon, under the green trees, snow-white cats curled up in their sleep. The coolness of morning, the coolness of summer, the silence of rainy night, the shadows in the water and the sleeping faces of children are all beautiful. The stream is shining in the sun, the sky is as blue as a lake, white water lilies are floating on it, and some geese pass by the window, giving off an ethereal breath. The car in Jinguangzhong is like the clear sound of water in the mountains, which is not only solemn but also sacred. I face the sun in the morning, like the beauty in oil painting, which I will never forget. I don't regret collecting it

In order to collect these beautiful scenery, the brush in my hand never stops, and the brush in my heart never stops. The wet color of the pen tip and the rustle of lead are beautiful. I don't regret recording these beautiful scenery in this way, nor do I regret the time and energy I spent. Whenever I think of those moments, my only regret is that I can't find more.

I have no regrets. As a father, I should help my children do something. There are some things you can do, and there are some things you need to pay.

My daughter is my favorite person, but why doesn't she know my love for her every time I help her?

Late at night, the lights went out and people were quiet. It's getting late. When everything is so calm, I also have a headache for writing weekly reports. My daughter is sleeping sweetly, and I can't help but feel a little distressed when I look at her tired sleep. Smell it, the computer is on. Write a weekly report. Turn the brightness of the screen to the lowest, or she will be woken up; You can't use the mouse, so she will be woken up. Well, everything is ready. The haggard voice of "Dad" reached my ears. This faint whisper made me sit on the bed to comfort her. This is my child, she is my pearl, and should always be taken good care of. "What's the matter, son?" When I saw her getting up, I rushed forward to protect her. "I still have an assignment that I haven't written yet." "Stop writing, it's too late, it's already 1 1 point. "I pushed her to bed again and motioned for her to go to bed first." "No, this assignment is very important and must be written." "I'll write for you! "For her, the result is the most important, but for me, she is the most important! She keeps refusing, but how can she say anything about me?

She was finally persuaded back by me. Tick-tock, the second hand is urging me, and the brain cells are consuming bit by bit. Finally: I figured it out! I shouted in my mind. I finally finished my daughter's homework, but there is still an arduous task waiting for me: what about the weekly newspaper? Forget it, forget it. Health is very important. By the twilight of the morning light. I seem to see my little daughter smiling in her dream. The world seems exquisite, and her smile is so sweet.

The sun rises gradually, and the first ray of sunshine comforts me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my lovely daughter sleeping quietly. I dare not wake her up. I changed my clothes gently and set off.

When I arrived at work, I smiled at the boss's speech, scolded him and deducted my salary. I didn't listen to the boss at all, just thinking about the sweet smile of my little daughter after she finished her homework.

The boss asked me, "I'm talking about you and laughing!" " "I told the boss everything yesterday. "Don't you feel regret? Just for your little girl? " "Yes, I don't regret it! "

I have no regrets. In the twelve years since I was born, I have regretted too many things. I regret my carelessness, I regret that I didn't try to do something, I regret that I didn't try my best to do something. However, no matter how many things I regret, there are always some things that I can proudly say "I don't regret".

At noon on the third day of junior high school, at the first second when the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom and rushed into the canteen in the rain. I'm tired of fried rice because I haven't eaten jiaozi for several days.

The window selling jiaozi is no different in peacetime. There was a long queue in the crowded queue, and the window seemed so far away. The senior standing in front handed the card to the person in front and asked him to help buy jiaozi. I looked forward, and it happened that our friend was also standing at the front of the line. Aha, we can also ask the classmates in front to buy it for us.

Some students laughed and frowned, took my hand and walked out of the team one by one. I seem to remember something. My feet always stay where they are. After all, I disagree with them. Behind me, I can see countless students waiting in line quietly, waiting and expecting. I shouldn't quit the team selfishly for myself. What I want is not only a bowl of jiaozi, but also a kind of morality. My classmates walked out of the team, knowing that they would definitely taste jiaozi, but they didn't seem to really smile, but their faces were more nervous than before. In any case, rules and morality cannot be violated. No matter who you are, it is unfair whether it is good for you or not. I shook off my classmate's hand without hesitation.

I didn't eat jiaozi in the end. When I was sitting among my classmates with fried rice, they all felt a little sorry for me and told me that if I had dinner with them just now, I would definitely eat jiaozi. Looking at jiaozi in a bowl with attractive aroma, they should be greedy, but today they are not. In fact, if I had been with them, I would be munching on a plate of jiaozi now. However, this meal, I may not be at ease, may not be happy. Even so, my inner morality and some consciousness slipped away in the process of enjoying jiaozi. After all, although I didn't get jiaozi, I kept something more important.

No matter what others say, I think I did the right thing and I will never regret it.

I have no regrets. In my impression, besides continuing to finish seemingly endless work at the dinner table, my parents often stay up late at home. But I still went to work the next day, so I often doubted that my parents were so strong in spirit.

When I reported for school, I went home and began to enjoy my time leisurely. At this time, there was a rush of telephone ringing from my mobile phone. "Hey, who will call me at this time?" My stomach is full of bitter water. I went up to have a look, and the new class teacher left a message: Help me hand in a poem-themed poster tomorrow, thank you. "Oh, I forgot about it!" I shouted and walked quickly to the computer. "Hey, I really regret taking this." I've been whispering.

Because the teacher assigned me a task, I dare not neglect it. I work from 6: 30 to 11: 30. At this point, it is the last and most important font. As the morning approached, my temper suddenly broke out. "I really regret taking this!" I've been mumbling this sentence. I chose a blackboard font that I think is the best, entered the designed text, and then clicked Enter, and a line of artistic fonts came out. "What's the matter, why is this word horizontal?" I couldn't understand them one by one, and then I turned the words into vertical versions and continued to do them. "Not bad." I said to myself in my mind. But when I carefully dragged the picture to the blackboard, I found an amazing problem: there was a blank around the text! "Eight horns!" I growled in a low voice, then I swung the mouse and threw it at the trash can with my greatest strength at that time. "You should throw it there!" I shouted.

I walked back to my place, still very angry in my heart, but slowly, my mind gradually calmed down, as if my parents were not like me when they met something! I asked myself. After that, I quietly walked to the trash can, took out my mouse, wiped it clean with paper and continued to work. In this way, I actually worked until one o'clock the next day. At this time, this poster was finally made. This is also a reward for my one-night work!

Making posters is tiring, but it will always pay off in the end. I regret muttering now. But I also learned a lot, and I must be calm when things happen. Now I also feel the hard work of my parents. After a hard night at home, I still have the spirit to accompany me the next day. I will cherish it!