Write down the end of the composition with regret.

1. The composition about regret begins and ends. I remember in the fifth grade, the teacher asked us to write a composition about animals.

I was going to write about ants, so I brought a jar and a plastic bag to catch ants. I really want to catch bigger ants so that I can observe them more carefully.

I found an ant and waited patiently for them to come out. After a while, the ants came out. These ants are much bigger than ordinary ants, one centimeter long, which is exactly what I want.

I'm excited, but it's hard to catch them. One of them was almost trampled to death by me, but it was still moving, only three legs were missing. I put the ants I caught in a jar and took them home.

The composition was written quickly, and then it became boring. I ran to the kitchen and poured salt, sugar, pepper, monosodium glutamate, ginger powder and other condiments into the jar containing ants. Ants were frightened by these sudden "deserts" and crawled around.

I deliberately tilted the jar along the place where the ants climbed. The "desert" slipped rapidly, and the ants were completely wiped out by this "desert" before they stood firm, but the ants scrambled to climb out of the desert after a while, and I couldn't help laughing at their mess. In this way, the more you play, the more energetic you are, and then you keep shaking the jar.

When I was tired of shaking, I opened the jar. At first glance, all the ants were covered with spices and dyed black, black, yellow and yellow. They look strange and funny, a bit like those little bees. Before I had fun, I put these ants on a small bamboo stick and put them in a basin full of water.

Some ants fell into the water from the bamboo pole because the ants were crawling around and their center of gravity was unstable. They kept struggling in the water with a dog plane, and I couldn't help giggling I finally had enough fun and wanted to send them home.

I fished them out of the water, put them back in the jar and ran downstairs. I put them in the ant * * *, and the ants began to come out. I thought their friends would meet them.

After a while, something unexpected happened. The ants circled around them and entered * * *.

After a while, ants came out one by one. They pounced on their partners until they killed them. I stayed there for a long time and didn't know what happened.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that ants recognize their companions by their smells. If there is a big difference, they will be regarded as food or enemies. These ants, which have lost their original smell by spices, eventually become a good meal for their companions.

I suddenly feel very sorry, really, I have never felt so sorry. I regret that I shouldn't have played such a prank and enjoyed it.

It is because of my silly prank that I don't know how to cherish and cherish life that these companions will kill each other. Innocent little lives no longer exist. I've never regretted it so much. After doing something, we felt that what we did was not perfect enough, so we began to complain, "Why didn't I do that at that time?"? I regret it! " Why didn't I sell regret medicine? Let me do it again ... "... and complained that it was a mock exam and only got 64 points.

In that exam, I was confident that I could get high marks and be among the best in my class. However, I was shocked by 64 points the moment my grades came out of my teacher's mouth. Take the paper back to your seat, look at it, and deduct 6 points from reading and basic questions, huh? Don't you still have 30 points? I picked up the second piece of paper and looked at it in reverse. The composition was deducted by 30 points. I took a closer look and digressed. I asked to write only one, but I wrote two. I thought that such a simple proposition composition could be off topic and almost failed, and this paper had to be signed by my parents. I really want to go back in time, or take the exam again, or give me a pack of regret medicine. I really regret not seeing the problem clearly. My heart was sour and I wanted to cry, but I held back.

When the teacher said that school was over, I walked home with heavy steps ... From this exam, I realized a truth. After doing something, if you feel that you are not doing well enough, don't regret it, because regret is useless. You've done it. You must face the reality bravely and learn from it. You will do better next time. I've never regretted it so much. "Hum, have you forgotten our agreement?" ? Why don't you keep your promise? I don't want to trust you anymore! ""That's because ... ""DuDu-"Before I finished, the phone over there was hung up.

This "beep" sound brought my thoughts back to that rainy afternoon. That afternoon, the sun smiled and the weather was surprisingly good. Invited me to read in the bookstore, and I readily agreed, saying I would definitely go.

She hung up the phone happily. Thinking that there was still a long time before the appointed time, I lay in bed and took a nap. Unexpectedly, the villain of time slipped so fast. When I woke up, there were still ten minutes before the appointed time. I quickly changed my clothes and rushed out of the house.

What I saw really scared me. Hey, it's really "June Day, Baby Face". It was sunny just now, but it has rained. The rain is not too heavy. I want to take an umbrella to the appointment, but it's raining harder and harder. I am on the horns of a dilemma. Go, I'm afraid my clothes will get wet, and I'm afraid she will say I won't go.

The angel in my heart struggled with the devil, and finally the devil defeated the angel, and gave a very reasonable reason-it rained so hard that people's bookstores were closed long ago, so what else was there to read? I agreed and decided not to go. "It's raining, and she won't go." I comforted myself, thinking about calling Xin and admitting my mistake. No big deal.

Unexpectedly, she has been waiting for me there, waiting for my arrival, waiting for the joy of keeping an appointment in the rain that belongs to us, but I let her down. After that, she never spoke to me again. When she saw it, she just gave me a look. Eyes full of discrimination against me. That was the dissatisfaction of a trustworthy person with a faithless person. I never spoke to her again because I knew I was sorry for her.

Once the laughter, left me. Once the joy, become the past.

Once the friendship, lost. How wonderful our time and space together are, and how pure and desirable that friendship is.

But now everything has changed, and I ... ...

2. Write a composition with no regrets at the beginning with the theme of "regret".

Writing about your mood is to relax your nerves. The topics of several articles I read these days are all related to my parents. I often feel the same way when I read them unconsciously. The love of parents is so selfless and great. For children to become talents, they don't care about their misunderstandings, their own sufferings and everything. How many children can understand their parents' pains?

I can't help crying when I read the endless love parents have given their children. I also think of my parents, who have done so much for me. Why do I always have no time to see them? I ask myself from time to time. From time to time, I find that I can find many excuses. My children have to review their lessons, take them out to visit museums to write compositions, and even want to go shopping when they have time.

Maybe it's because I know I owe my parents too much to face? When I was young, I was always ill and in poor health. My mother always pushes me to the hospital by bike and buys me delicious food. Although the academic performance is passable, it does not worry parents. I finally graduated from college and got married soon. When my parents are unwell, most of them are not with me. When I went to see them, they kept silent about these things for fear of me.

I am also the mother of the child, and I love the child seriously. I believe I will make the same contribution without regrets and be a good mother like my mother, but I owe more and more to my parents as time goes by. I must visit them when I have time to repay their love for me.

3. How to start the composition with regret as the topic? How many fantasies, pains and regrets have you had in this decade? . . Too much, too much. Among them, I often wander in front of the door of memory, which makes me regret, but it also makes me know a lot.

It was one night after school in the fifth grade next semester.

I only got more than 70 points in the math quiz that day, and I was in a bad mood. My mother happily took me home and cooked quickly. Usually I have to do my homework at this time, but I only got more than 70 points. I've never been so depressed! I'm not in the mood to do my homework, because these problems are still under my control. I watch TV with the remote control.

Dinner is almost ready, and my mother came out to see me. Who knows I'm watching TV? She seemed to say angrily, "The graduation exam is coming. Stop watching TV and do your homework. Finish your homework and review. " I was very unhappy when I heard this: "People can't rest after studying all day! I am exhausted every day! "

Mother didn't say anything, and the smile on her face had flown away. It's time for dinner, so I turned off the TV and began to do my homework. Mother prepared 100 million meals, shouting, Xinxin, it's time to eat! Hurry up! I hope after dinner! "As soon as I heard this, I didn't feel hungry or in a bad mood, so I argued," What's your name? When you start doing your homework, it's called eating. I am not hungry! Don't eat! "My mother, who has always had a good temper, quarreled with me as soon as she heard this:" Don't eat! You are hungry! People are not big and tempered! " Hearing this, I was even more angry and said, "I'm hungry when I'm hungry." I am hungry, not you. None of your business! " Then I got up and slammed the door. And then I heard, "Bang! "1, mother put the stool on the ground, she was very angry.

The more I think about it afterwards, the more I regret it. Mom is very kind! Although my mother didn't understand my mood at that time, I really shouldn't lose my temper with her! After everything my mother has done for me, what can I repay her now? I just cherish everything she gave me. Did I do it? I quarreled with my mother to get angry. I regret it, but I will care about my mother from now on.

4. A regrettable thing. How to write 1 at the beginning and end of the composition? At the beginning, everyone had regrets, and I was no exception. I always remember this matter.

Conclusion: Sometimes, I wish there were regret drugs in the world, but times have changed, everyone.

Never do something that you regret!

2. Start: Be confident, dominate your life, choose your future and judge your tomorrow. Everyone's childhood

They are all kaleidoscopes and a pot of five-flavor sauce, sour, bitter, sweet and spicy.

……

One thing still makes

I regret it.

Ending:

Think about it and regret it.

I regret that,

…

Something that could have been done well,

But because of a temporary negligence, can you not regret it? However, after this failure, I understand:

One failure doesn't mean failure forever.

Losing confidence is worse than anything.

Therefore,

I regained my confidence.

My treat. Then, I played again on the playground; My running footsteps appeared on the stadium again.

three

Start:

Is there any market in the world?

Undo key

what's up If there is, I am willing to spend any money.

I'm still thinking about it. I've already thought about it.

I can't find a place to hide my shame

I can't wait to be born again,

restart

Here's the thing.

……

End: Times have changed. I think about my recklessness and ignorance, and feel really stupid. However, the philosopher's that

sentence

"

Failure is the mother of success.

"

Let me feel a little comfort. I

Finally understand.

There is no business in the world.

Undo key

Yes

If you want to regret it,

Step by step,

Study hard on the ground,

Only in this way will we not regret it.

At the end of that composition, there is one thing that I regret very much.

I used to see the word "regret" in books and newspapers. I always thought it was very popular and didn't really understand the meaning of this word. Now I finally got a taste of him. It's so bitter and unforgettable.

I like to eat dried sugar cane. One afternoon after school, I walked out of the school gate and saw a sugar cane seller. I want to buy one and I will go there. There were so many people buying it that I managed to squeeze in. Sugarcane is 50 cents each. As soon as I reached into my pocket, I had only one yuan and paid it to the sugarcane seller. I think the man who sold sugar cane is very busy. He took my money and gave me change in a hurry. He handed me a crutch and went to help others. I took the cane and couldn't wait to peel it off and bite it in my mouth. Ah! How sweet! Sugarcane water is sweet in your mouth, let alone beautiful! I was about to take a second bite when it suddenly occurred to me that the man had given me the correct change. Look at him in a hurry to find money, don't be short of it! Thinking of this, I quickly took out the money from my pocket and counted it carefully. I couldn't help laughing after counting. It turned out that he gave me fifty cents more, which was equivalent to taking a crutch for nothing. I walked home happily.

When I got home, I told my father about it. I thought my father would be happy. Who knows, my father said to me, "Son, do you think this is the right thing to do?" After listening to my father, I think there is something wrong. I didn't steal the money, but the sugar cane seller found it for me by accident. I lowered my head, thinking, and suddenly saw the red scarf on my chest. I am a young pioneer! How can I do such a thing to take advantage of small things? Isn't this the shame of the red scarf? I regretted it so much that I ran out of the house and wanted to return the money to my uncle, but it was too late. He had already left.

At this time, my face is boiling hot, how can I be such a person! I feel sorry for that uncle, and the more I think about it, the more ashamed I feel. I feel very uncomfortable and heavy.

6. Everyone will have one or two regrets at the end of the composition A Regret.

Although it has been three years since this incident, I still have a dull pain in my heart and blame myself. That was when I was nine years old. One summer night, I found a kitten running around my wooden square.

So, I grabbed it and brought it back to my family. Within a few days, I became inseparable friends with it. But the good times didn't last long, and something terrible happened.

That day, I bit my pen and thought hard about the exam questions. But this question seems to be beating around the bush with me.

I've racked my brains to no avail. I am an impatient person, stamping my feet crazily.

The kitten saw it and meowed, as if to share the "sorrow" for me. I didn't appreciate it and shouted at it, "You smelly cat, you only know how to bark and know nothing else. Hum! Don't blame me if you scream again. "

After I gave it a good lesson, I started doing my homework in a rage. The kitten listened to my words, and there was a helpless light in her jewel-like eyes.

He scratched his little head with his claws, as if he didn't understand what I said. He also held his head high and meowed a few times, as if to say, "Little master, why are you so angry?" "This bad cat, it's strange that I don't teach you a good lesson today!" My hands are on her hips, and my eyes are wide open.

The kitten saw it and walked straight back, her eyes seemed to be pleading. I have no sympathy at all.

Fly up and kick it out of the house, thinking: now I can do my homework quietly, I must do it. After a long time, I finally finished my homework, but I couldn't see the kitten, and I was very anxious. Finally, I found the kitten with tears in my door, and I was "sleeping". I stood there holding the dead cat, not knowing whether it was sour or spicy.

The scene where the kitten played with me caught my eye like a movie. I regret it! Why did I kick the kitten to death so unreasonably in the first place? I'm such a git who only takes it out on others. My eyes are getting wet and my whole body is stiff. I slowly closed my eyes and didn't want to move.

Chapter two: A regret that everyone has done something to regret, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine to buy in this world. Therefore, whenever I see the bracelet on my hand, I think of my best friend, Su Ting.

I remember once, I was playing at Su Ting's house. She showed me a particularly beautiful little vase. There are beautiful pictures on the vase: two colorful butterflies are flying in the air, and there are many beautiful flowers below.

At this moment, a cat ran to me. I screamed in horror, and the vase in my hand fell to the ground with a bang and broke.

First I was surprised, then I looked at Su Ting with a frightened face, and then she yelled at me. I looked down, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out.

Then she angrily returned to her room. No matter how I called her, she ignored me.

For the next few days, she still ignored me In a blink of an eye, it's almost the last week of this semester.

My mother said to me, "Hua Lian, you are going to study at your aunt's house next semester." Hearing this, I was shocked. Su Ting and I haven't made up. I want to apologize to her.

The next day, I always wanted to get close to Su Ting and apologize to her, but she kept avoiding me. After school, I caught up with her and said to her, "Su Ting: I broke your beloved vase. I really didn't mean to.

I'm sorry! I'm going to transfer next semester. I gave this to you. Please forgive me, ok? "I handed a vase. Su Ting said with a smile, "I am not angry with you anymore, and there is nothing to give you as a souvenir." Su Ting looked at his beloved bracelet and said, "Let me give you this bracelet as a souvenir! "At that moment, I felt extremely happy.

We all laughed happily. I regretted it then. I regret why I didn't apologize earlier and why I quarreled with Su Ting. I really regret it.

Lianjiang Six Primary Schools: Liao Hualian Chapter 3: A regret There are many things in my growing up. There are sad things, sad things, unforgettable things, happy things and so on.

But there is one thing I deeply regret. do you want to hear it ? That was when I was 6 years old. One morning, my sister and I studied together.

Suddenly, somehow, my attitude towards my sister became bad. Dad hit me when he saw it, and I quickly fled into the house to hide.

At this time, my father either threatened to throw away my painting supplies or threatened to throw away a blue brush. After hesitating for a few minutes, I heard the sound of tearing the composition. I was very sad, so I opened my father's bag and found 50 yuan.

I thought: this is a good opportunity! I immediately tore 50 yuan into pieces and hid it under the bed, but it didn't work, so I taped 50 yuan. The next morning, my father went to sell vegetables and found that 50 yuan was missing. He asked, "Where's my money?" I'll give my father the money hidden under the bed at once.

When my father saw this torn 50 yuan, he didn't blame me, but said to me earnestly, "Son, a composition is only fifty cents, but tearing 50 yuan is equivalent to tearing 100 composition books!" I thought: Dad is right, but what should I do now? Then, mom asked dad to give her 50 yuan and let her go to the company to change it. When my mother left, I thought: I will study hard and earn 50 yuan back for my father in the future.

A year or two later, I am an 8-year-old student, and of course I will never do such a thing again. But I regret it when I think about it.

Chapter 4: Unfortunately, there is one thing I want to tell you face to face. However, I dare not.

This matter, I will never forget ... "Sorry! I'm sorry, "I kept saying, feeling guilty for what I had done! The thing is this: One night, my mother asked me to take out the garbage, and I readily agreed! However, as soon as I got downstairs, I regretted it. The sky covered the moon. It was too dark! So, willy-nilly, I put the garbage in front of Uncle Zhang's house so as to go home quickly.

As soon as I got home, my mother asked me, "Where is the garbage?" I lied: "Here we are!" Mom asked with a grain of salt, "Really?" I answered confidently but guiltily, "Really, I didn't lie to you. I really took out the garbage! The next day, when Uncle Zhang opened the door, he found a garbage bag at the door, which was full of rubbish. He is four years old.

7. Everyone will have one or two regrets at the end of the composition A Regret.

Although it has been three years since this incident, I still have a dull pain in my heart and blame myself. That was when I was nine years old. One summer night, I found a kitten running around my wooden square.

So, I grabbed it and brought it back to my family. Within a few days, I became inseparable friends with it. But the good times didn't last long, and something terrible happened.

That day, I bit my pen and thought hard about the exam questions. But this question seems to be beating around the bush with me.

I've racked my brains to no avail. I am an impatient person, stamping my feet crazily.

The kitten saw it and meowed, as if to share the "sorrow" for me. I didn't appreciate it and shouted at it, "You smelly cat, you only know how to bark and know nothing else. Hum! Don't blame me if you scream again. "

After I gave it a good lesson, I started doing my homework in a rage. The kitten listened to my words, and there was a helpless light in her jewel-like eyes.

He scratched his little head with his claws, as if he didn't understand what I said. He also held his head high and meowed a few times, as if to say, "Little master, why are you so angry?" "This bad cat, it's strange that I don't teach you a good lesson today!" My hands are on her hips, and my eyes are wide open.

The kitten saw it and walked straight back, her eyes seemed to be pleading. I have no sympathy at all.

Fly up and kick it out of the house, thinking: now I can do my homework quietly, I must do it. After a long time, I finally finished my homework, but I couldn't see the kitten, and I was very anxious. Finally, I found the kitten with tears in my door, and I was "sleeping". I stood there holding the dead cat, not knowing whether it was sour or spicy.

The scene where the kitten played with me caught my eye like a movie. I regret it! Why did I kick the kitten to death so unreasonably? I'm such a git who only takes it out on others. My eyes are getting wet and my whole body is stiff. I slowly closed my eyes and didn't want to move.

Chapter two: A regret that everyone has done something to regret, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine to buy in this world. Therefore, whenever I see the bracelet on my hand, I think of my best friend, Su Ting.

I remember once, I was playing at Su Ting's house. She showed me a particularly beautiful little vase. There are beautiful pictures on the vase: two colorful butterflies are flying in the air, and there are many beautiful flowers below.

At this moment, a cat ran to me. I screamed in horror, and the vase in my hand fell to the ground with a bang and broke.

First I was surprised, then I looked at Su Ting with a frightened face, and then she yelled at me. I looked down, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out.

Then she angrily returned to her room. No matter how I called her, she ignored me.

For the next few days, she still ignored me In a blink of an eye, it's almost the last week of this semester.

My mother said to me, "Hua Lian, you are going to study at your aunt's house next semester." Hearing this, I was shocked. Su Ting and I haven't made up. I want to apologize to her.

The next day, I always wanted to get close to Su Ting and apologize to her, but she kept avoiding me. After school, I caught up with her and said to her, "Su Ting: I broke your beloved vase. I really didn't mean to.

I'm sorry! I'm going to transfer next semester. I gave this to you. Please forgive me, ok? "I handed a vase. Su Ting said with a smile, "I am not angry with you anymore, and there is nothing to give you as a souvenir." Su Ting looked at his beloved bracelet and said, "Let me give you this bracelet as a souvenir! "At that moment, I felt extremely happy.

We all laughed happily. I regretted it then. I regret why I didn't apologize earlier and why I quarreled with Su Ting. I really regret it.

Lianjiang Six Primary Schools: Liao Hualian Chapter 3: A regret There are many things in my growing up. There are sad things, sad things, unforgettable things, happy things and so on.

But there is one thing I deeply regret. do you want to hear it ? That was when I was 6 years old. One morning, my sister and I studied together.

Suddenly, somehow, my attitude towards my sister became bad. Dad hit me when he saw it, and I quickly fled into the house to hide.

At this time, my father either threatened to throw away my painting supplies or threatened to throw away a blue brush. After hesitating for a few minutes, I heard the sound of tearing the composition. I was very sad, so I opened my father's bag and found 50 yuan.

I thought: this is a good opportunity! I immediately tore 50 yuan into pieces and hid it under the bed, but it didn't work, so I taped 50 yuan. The next morning, my father went to sell vegetables and found that 50 yuan was missing. He asked, "Where's my money?" I'll give my father the money hidden under the bed at once.

When my father saw this torn 50 yuan, he didn't blame me, but said to me earnestly, "Son, a composition is only fifty cents, but tearing 50 yuan is equivalent to tearing 100 composition books!" I thought: Dad is right, but what should I do now? Then, mom asked dad to give her 50 yuan and let her go to the company to change it. When my mother left, I thought: I will study hard and earn 50 yuan back for my father in the future.

A year or two later, I am an 8-year-old student, and of course I will never do such a thing again. But I regret it when I think about it.

Chapter 4: Unfortunately, there is one thing I want to tell you face to face. However, I dare not.

This matter, I will never forget ... "Sorry! I'm sorry, "I kept saying, feeling guilty for what I had done! The thing is this: one night, my mother asked me to take out the garbage, and I readily agreed! However, as soon as I got downstairs, I regretted it. The sky covered the moon. It was too dark! So, willy-nilly, I put the garbage in front of Uncle Zhang's house so as to go home quickly.

As soon as I got home, my mother asked me, "Where is the garbage?" I lied: "Here we are!" Mom asked with a grain of salt, "Really?" I answered confidently but guiltily, "Really, I didn't lie to you. I really took out the garbage! The next day, when Uncle Zhang opened the door, he found a garbage bag at the door, which was full of rubbish. He is four years old.