I was so sad that time in the first grade of junior high school

Composition 1: "Composition for the first grade of junior high school: That time I was really sad" 800 words

Composition for the first grade of junior high school: That time I was really sad

Composition for the first grade of junior high school: I was really sad that time

At that time, I was in the fourth grade of elementary school. Since the school was not far from home, I could have gone to and from school by myself, but because my father was busy with work, my mother had to pick me up and drop me off every day. My mother works very hard every day. She has to go to work and pick me up and drop me off. She has to work all day long, get up early and go late at night. But this already makes me feel bad, but my mother always feels guilty towards me.

The sky was dark, and I left school with loud slogans, but my mother was nowhere to be seen. I thought to myself: Mom is busy enough every day, so just wait. After a while, a car "flyed" towards me in the distance. There was no doubt that my mother was anxious again. As expected, a bunch of words came into my ears as soon as I opened the door: "Niuniu, how long have you been waiting? Have you listened carefully to the class?" ?" I said, "Okay, let's go!" The fun has just begun.

The moment I was about to go home and open the door, I said, "Oh! I can't go home anymore!" My mother was extremely anxious, with a tight frown on her face. I tried to keep her calm. Come down: "Mom, don't worry, look for it slowly, don't worry?" Before I finished speaking, my mother immediately pulled me downstairs to look for the keys. As soon as I got off the stairs, I saw heavy rain. What should I do? I said, "Let's go Let's stay away from Auntie's house!" "Ah Sneeze" I shivered suddenly. Maybe we were wearing too thin clothes, so the only way was that.

My mother blamed herself a lot along the way. She was so careless that she even forgot to take the keys. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. My mother was afraid that I would freeze, so she tried her best to protect me. After a while, she added another layer of clothes, regardless of her own body temperature. The heavy rain made it difficult for us to walk, and the cold wind made us shiver. The weather Although it was cold, I always had my mother's love in my heart, and a warm current flowed through my whole body. We went to my aunt's house, and when I looked back, I saw that we were all wet. That person was not me, but my great mother. When I saw I feel so sad when she does this.

My mother does everything for me and tries her best to do everything for me, but I don't repay her properly. She can't even help with the little things I can. My mother serves me every day without thinking of anything in return. I feel very sad. , I hardly helped her. My mother is just giving selflessly. Love is in this small place, but often this is the most sincere love. I don’t want to let time slip away now. My mother is getting older day by day, and I have done nothing for her. Only by cherishing every minute and every second, studying hard, and not living up to her expectations can we be worthy of our mother's hard work.

Only mother is good in the world! The time spent will never come back. Don’t let waiting turn into regrets. With you along the way, I will be better. Thank you - my mother! Composition 2: "That time, I was really sad composition" 1400 words

That time, I was really sad composition (1)

Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

As the flowers bloom and fall, how many times have we been happy; how many times have we been regretful; how many times have we been sad... That time, I was sad——

< p> I remember one day in fifth grade, we sat quietly in the classroom reviewing our homework. It was cloudy outside the window and it looked like it was going to rain.

"Ah! What are you doing! My book!" Inadvertently, there was a puddle of ink on my book. "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." My deskmate whispered. "Tch! Just say sorry and that's it, you're so mean!" Seeing me scolding her, my deskmate got excited: "I really didn't mean it! Didn't I apologize to you? You're the one who's so mean!" "You, you... Don't forget that you made a mistake first, and you still dare to accuse me?" I also made her book have a puddle of ink. "You..." Wuwuwu... she cried. "Girls just like to cry, so just cry." I panicked. This is what the person behind the table said: "She didn't mean it, just give it to her." "Leave her? I give it to her every time. What has become of her?" My words became even more harsh. "Then you said it too, and she even cried." "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. What a bad luck!" I said while patting the book.

After class, my deskmate stopped crying and went directly to the office to find the class teacher. This is bad. I wanted to act like a big boss, but it ended up like this! I'll just wait to be criticized! The regret in my heart...

Sure enough, after school, the head teacher left me behind and said to me kindly, "You are a good student, so you must behave like a good student. Why are you acting like a boss?" ! In this case, the teacher will move you two away and forget about this matter." After listening to the class teacher's words, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness, as if my heart was suddenly stabbed with an awl. In the confrontation, I still lost to myself. It seemed like the saddest I had ever been in my life.

Later, the head teacher really transferred us.

"From now on, you walk on your Yangguan Road, and I'll walk on my single-plank bridge!" The words were still in my ears, but my deskmate had already moved the table and stool away, leaving me dumbly standing there...

That time, I was so sad!

Sixth grade: Li Haotian

That time, I was really sad Composition (2)

"What should I do this time..." < /p>

I was walking home alone. There are still very few black people in the world. Occasionally, one or two people walked by, with their heads lowered and in a hurry. The setting sun cast the last afterglow of the day on the earth, but I had no intention of admiring the rare and beautiful scenery... I was in a mess: the results of this exam came... I thought I had the winning paper, but I didn't expect it. Failed again. 89 points, a terrible score. What should I do when I go back? What will my parents do to me? There is a line of tears under my eyes. At this moment, I just think of a grain of sand, submerged by water and exposed to the sun, but so helpless in this boundless world.

Arriving home, looking at the familiar home, my heart is not here. What will my parents do to me? Is it ruthless criticism? Or loving encouragement? I sobbed softly, feeling sad and sad, and I tasted their true "taste"! When I entered the house, I didn't see the familiar figures of my parents, nor heard their familiar voices -

My parents went to work. They work hard day and night for me, doing tiring and unprofitable work, but I reward them with such results! Sad and sad tears fell silently again... Time passed by second by second.

My parents are back. Seeing them made me sob again. "What's wrong with my son?" "Why are you crying? Did something happen at school?" Mom looked at me in surprise: "Tell us quickly!" "Dad, Mom, I let you down... Grades Come down." I bit my tongue and said except for the score that I didn't want to say: "89 points."

The natural result was the ruthless scolding: "Why did you do so poorly in the exam! You usually keep saying that you can get good grades, but what about your actual actions? You let us down so much! We usually work so hard Isn’t work just for you..."

"Okay, stop talking. Let your son think for himself!" It was the father's voice. "Why don't you say it! Others are doing so well in the exam, but he is so bad..." I couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly: "I know it's me...it's wrong, but next time... "You will definitely do well in the exam!" "You dare to talk back, right? If you have the ability, you will get the first place..." I cried all night.

That time, I was really sad...

Sixth grade: Li Yuchen's composition three: "[Excellent composition] That time, I was really sad" 700 words

The wind and rain ruthlessly washed the delicate and fragile rose, but it still stood proudly in the rain, silently presenting its beauty to the world with full of passion. The thorny roots of Peru evoked my memories.

I still remember that last semester, the squad leader returned to the classroom after holding a squadron meeting at school, and her classmates immediately gathered in front of her and asked about the content of the meeting. After school, several good friends came to me happily and told me happily that they served as study committee members in the class. As for the position of organizational committee member, I came to the squad leader full of hope and looked at the so-called "job list". All the classmates with good grades held a position, but I was not on the list. Suddenly, I frowned and turned into When my classmates saw this and told me not to worry, I pretended to be calm, smiled and walked home with a false smile on my face. As soon as I entered the house, the tears I was holding back burst out. I ran to the bedroom, locked the door, and refused to communicate with anyone. I couldn't accept this reality, and cried bitterly for a long time. I didn't know that I was not qualified. I still don’t have the strength. No matter what I do, they always gain more than me. The beautiful fantasy I had before has come to nothing. Years of persistent efforts have come to nothing in the end. This kind of result that is not recognized by others is unfair to me! Thinking of this, my heart ached, my heart was in confusion, and I burst into tears. Tears became my only comfort, and I forced myself to calm down. Unexpectedly, "cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow." I was full of bitterness and didn't know who to talk to. It wasn't until my clothes were soaked with tears that I calmed down. God seemed to have played a joke on me, forcing me to summarize my ridiculous behavior again.

Because I am a straightforward and reckless person who cannot withstand setbacks or make jokes. A comment will make me think a lot, and I will only bury my head in pain when facing failure. I suddenly repented: We must not underestimate our own value, we must have an independent heart, go our own way, and let others laugh. Our lives should be full of vitality and excitement, and should not be so fragile and degenerate.

It is precisely because of its weathering that roses became masterpieces created by Zeus in Greek mythology, used to show off their abilities to the gods. Only when we endure hardships can we become better people.

Copied essay four: "Essay: That time, I was really sad" 400 words

That time I was very sad, because after I graduated, I wanted to leave the school, leave the teacher, leave Classmates, leave this big family! Go to a new life by yourself! Did you know?

Logically speaking, I should be very happy, but now I am not happy at all!

A few days before graduation, we all gathered together to discuss where we would go to school. I said, "Go to Guangming. If you want to go back to your alma mater, you will come back." Everyone agreed to prepare to go to Guangming. In the afternoon, the teacher asked us to go downstairs and take a group photo. At that time we all knew graduation was coming and everyone was sad. But we went down anyway. Each of us has a mobile phone or camera, and we are all ready to take souvenirs.

After taking care of each class, we finally arrived at our class! We stood on the bench and got ready to start. The photographer asked us to smile, but my smile was just a forced smile. Everyone looked happy, but I seemed to be able to see into their hearts, and I knew they were all sad.

After a while, the group photo was taken, and we all rushed to take a photo with the teacher.

On the second day, everyone was listless. Because the final exam is tomorrow, it does not mean that we are afraid of the exam, but we know that we will leave after the exam. We all went to class with a sad heart!

Goodbye teacher, goodbye school, goodbye classmates! Although I can go back to my alma mater at any time now, I went back twice and never saw the teacher once. I am very sad!

Teacher, I miss you! Composition 5: "[Excellent composition] That time, I was really sad" 800 words

The king is like an orchid, the wind is blowing in the valley, and the tranquility reaches far; the king is like a bamboo, high-spirited, bright, and tenacious; the king is like a bamboo Chrysanthemum, cleanses oneself and enjoys the cold fragrance; a king is like a plum blossom, smiling against the frost and snow, with unbroken pride.

——Inscription

The wind and rain ruthlessly wash the delicate and fragile rose, but it still stands proudly in the rain, silently presenting its beauty to the world with full of passion, Peru has thorns The roots brought back memories for me.

I still remember that last semester, the squad leader returned to the classroom after holding a squadron meeting at school, and her classmates immediately gathered in front of her and asked about the content of the meeting. After school, several good friends came to me happily and told me happily that they served as study committee members in the class. As an organizational committee member, I came to the squad leader full of hope and looked at the so-called "job list". All the classmates with good grades held a position, but I was not on the list. Suddenly, I frowned and turned into With a bitter look on my face, my classmates told me not to worry. Faced with their comfort, I pretended to be calm, smiled and walked home with a false smile on my face. As soon as I entered the house, the tears I was holding back burst out. I ran to the bedroom, locked the door, and refused to communicate with anyone. I couldn't accept this reality, and cried bitterly for a long time. I didn't know that I was not qualified. I still don’t have the strength. No matter what I do, they always gain more than me. The beautiful fantasy I had before has come to nothing. Years of persistent efforts have come to nothing in the end. This kind of result that is not recognized by others is unfair to me! Thinking of this, my heart ached, my heart was in confusion, and I burst into tears. Tears became my only comfort, and I forced myself to calm down. Unexpectedly, "cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow." I was full of bitterness and didn't know who to talk to. It wasn't until my clothes were soaked with tears that I calmed down. God seemed to have played a joke on me, forcing me to summarize my ridiculous behavior again.

Because I am a straightforward and reckless person who cannot withstand setbacks or make jokes. A comment will make me think a lot, and I will only bury my head in pain when facing failure. I suddenly repented: We must not underestimate our own value, we must have an independent heart, go our own way, and let others laugh. Our lives should be full of vitality and excitement, and should not be so fragile and corrupt. "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

It is precisely because of its weathering that roses became masterpieces created by Zeus in Greek mythology, used to show off their abilities to the gods. Only when we endure hardships can we become better people. Composition 6: "Composition: That time, I was really sad" 400 words

That time, I was really sad

That time, I was really sad. Everyone has their own diary, I also have my own diary, which is my own privacy. I always put the diary on the bed, but this time I put it on the table. I thought I forgot to put it on the bed when I finished writing the diary last night. The next day, the diary came to the table again. I was a little suspicious that my parents had read my diary, but I soon stopped doubting it because I knew that my parents would not read my diary, so I put the diary on the table again. I put it on the bed, but put it on the table the next day. I suspected that my parents had stolen my diary, so I put a hair in the diary. My parents seemed to know that the diary was on the bed, but they I never thought I would have a hair stuck in my diary. After school, when I went home and found the diary on the bed, I thought my parents wouldn't be peeking at my diary. When I opened the diary half-heartedly, the hair was gone. When it was time to eat dinner, I just immersed myself in eating. My mother saw it and said, "Why do you only eat food and not vegetables?"

I really couldn't feel aggrieved, so I told my parents directly: You can't read my diary. Dad said: We read your diary to see what you did in school. Then can you ask me. Mom said if I asked you, would you agree.

I ran into the house and cried.

Zhou Jie's essay from Class 72: "Essay: That time, I was so sad" 900 words

On Monday morning, Teacher Gao said that he wanted to write an essay called " That day, I really..." reminded me of the thing I least wanted to remember...

When I returned to Huoqiu to go to school from other places, my relatives introduced Huoqiu No. 1 School because I I didn't come back until I was in third grade, so I continued to study in third grade. I chose class three (3). So I spent the past three years here. When I was in the second half of the third grade, I met five "similar" girls - Wang Xinyi, Sang Chengchen, Liu Qin, Fu Yu, and Guan Xueting. They made me like to go shopping, hang out when I have nothing to do, and go to the square with them to "go wild" - skating. They put on their own skates to compete and play... The good times didn't last long. When the second half of the fourth grade started, Guan Xueting left. I haven't contacted her until now. I wonder if she is doing well? The original whole becomes less complete, just like a good toy that has had one part removed and becomes incomplete. We were not very used to it at first, but slowly we accepted it. We accepted our disability and became more friendly. During this period, even if we had any disputes, we would make up within one class, and the longest would only last a day or two. We have been trying our best to maintain this "incomplete whole" until the sixth grade is about to graduate. Unfortunately, we had a quarrel and ended up breaking off our relationship. What a scary word this word is to us. I can’t remember what the quarrel was about. At first I thought it would be gone in a few days and the matter would be forgotten. But it turned out that I was wrong. They started to stop going to and from school together, and no longer got together to play and play. I knew that this day would happen sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. Gradually, they formed two sides. Wang Xinyi herself was on one side, and Sang Chengchen, Fu Yu, and Liu Qin were on the other side. I didn’t know which side to support, because it was wrong to support either side, and I became "He". "The troublemaker" is trying to persuade me every day. But it still doesn't help. In the end, I gave up and supported Sang Chengchen's journey. Because there is a spoiler and a "spy" between us. I hate those two people. I hate people who are ignorant! The spoilers are talking about our rights and wrongs on Wang Xinyi's side, and the "spies" are talking about Wang Xinyi's rights and wrongs on our side. We don't want to listen to her talking about the rights and wrongs of our best friend, so we listen with one ear and speak out with the other. In fact, on the surface, we have broken off our relationship, but we still hope to reconcile. At least that's what we think. Maybe Wang Xinyi is saving face and doesn't want to lose face.

After entering junior high school, we all stayed in Huoqiu, except Wang Xinyi, who went to Lu'an. Every time I dream, I can dream of him playing with us and discussing the stars we like and the stars we hate. We talked about our secrets together, but only told one person, but in the end, all several people knew about it. This was very puzzling. But who told them to tell me first every time! In the dream, he is smiling, but in the real world, he is crying. Composition 8: "That time, I was really sad" 500 words

That time, I was really sad

That time, I was really sad

In my growth There are countless past events in it, some make people laugh, some make people burst into tears. Those past events remain in my heart, but due to the passage of time, some have become shadows and some have disappeared without a trace, but there is one The incident is still vivid in my mind and engraved in my heart.

It was a sunny day. My brother who is studying abroad is back. I first asked him about the problem and then showed it to him. Mom was busy and let us do our own thing. My brother and I felt really bored, and saw a football next to us, so let's go play football! But the sunny sky just now turned cloudy, and it started to rain lightly outside. My brother said again: "It's better to stay at home. Although it's a little small, you can still play." My brother and I agreed. I first dribbled the ball from one end of the room to the other, and my brother grabbed the ball on the way. I dodged my brother's attacks time and time again and brought the ball to its destination smoothly. Just as I was about to return, my brother said, "This time the ball is mine." He snatched the ball away. But the ball did not reach his feet, but rolled towards a cabinet. My brother and I said: "It's over." The ball hit a piece of glass on the cabinet, and there was a sound of glass breaking. My mother heard the sound and came out. , asked who broke it, my brother actually asked me to take the blame, saying that I broke it, and ran away as soon as I opened the door. I thought to myself: It is really heartless and unjust, I dare not take it seriously. Mom scolded me for not caring about anything, and picked up a stick and beat me randomly. I broke away and rushed into the room. I lay on the bed and thought about it all night. The more I thought about it, the sadder I became: Mom , how can you not trust your child and trust others. As I thought about it, big tears flowed down my cheeks.

Whenever I think of this incident, my heart cannot calm down, and the scenes appear in my eyes. It left a deep mark on my heart.

Composition 9: "That time, I was so sad" 700 words

That time, I was so sad

Seventh grade Deng Rongchao

"Wow! There are so many here Ants!" I shouted, and several classmates immediately gathered around me. There is a big piece of fat on the rough cement platform between them, and dozens of ants are busy moving the fat into the nest. It's so lively! The division of labor among the ants is very clear: there are those who cut meat. There are people who are responsible for transporting the meat, and there are people who are responsible for moving the meat into the nest... Everyone was very busy. Soon, a large piece of fat was "cut" into several pieces by them.

This is an idea that came to my mind: I have learned before that the reason why ants can recognize the way home is because it leaves a scent line. If the scent line is cut off... yes! Just do it. Soon, we used chalk to build barriers between the meat and the ant nests, with horizontal lines. Soon, the ants lost their clues and began to circle again, some running very far. The original orderly transportation was interrupted by us, and there were also victims among them. They died under our ruthless chalk.

We watched the ants scurrying around like headless flies and felt very happy. No one noticed that this was a kind of massacre.

The ants kept touching the ground with their tentacles. They were trying to use their smell to create a path. After a long time, the ants created a new road and started cutting and moving meat again. One by one, they spared the beautiful "pictures" we had just drawn for them, as if nothing had happened just now. Didn't happen.

The beautiful "pictures" are dotted with the corpses of many ants, and the corpses seem to make the paintings more colorful. An orderly transportation began again around the painting. Everyone seemed to feel bored and walked away one after another. But I looked at the ants and fell into thinking, are we wrong? My one thought caused so many poor little ants to die under the chalk. It seems that this kind of slaughter of small animals is going on every day, and we kill so many innocent little ants just for the sake of quick pleasure. It is really cruel! I was really wrong. I built my happiness on the pain of others. Is this too selfish? ………． I couldn't calm down for a long time. What should I use to make up for my mistake?

The next day, I came again to yesterday’s “massacre scene”, and the big, fat piece of meat was gone. All that's left are the corpses of those ants and the beautiful "pictures" we drew yesterday. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　min Changyong

That time, I was really sad

A smile is a beautiful landscape, composing beautiful notes and weaving sweet dreams. Smile is a constant in my life and a promise to myself. But that time, I didn't laugh again.

Yesterday, we went through a history test in the classroom. Somehow, after that, the rain kept falling until now.

This morning, we read aloud from the history textbook before history class as usual. Sitting upright and with loud voices, we heard a burst of angry footsteps coming from the corridor. "Da-da-da", the sound got closer and closer, and with a "bang--", the door of our classroom was pushed open. The sweet sound of reading was suddenly interrupted. Yes, it is our history teacher. She has always been naughty, cute, gentle and smiling, but today she walked straight to the podium with sharp eyes and a serious face. "Pa", she threw a stack of test papers forcefully onto the podium table. Before she even opens her mouth, we know the reason for her behavior. "I'm more optimistic about our class than Class B. The scores of Class B are enough to make me anxious. Now look at you. You made so many mistakes in the multiple-choice questions. You can't judge this paper!" She said angrily. We say. At this time, my classmates and I lowered our heads. After that, the teacher lectured again. There is a bitter taste in my heart.

After class, I immediately opened the history book on the table and opened the lessons included in the exam. I covered my ears with my hands and started to recite them hard. Due to lack of sleep, resulting in memory loss, these knowledge points could have been memorized in ten minutes, but it took thirty minutes to memorize them. Suddenly, tears flooded down my face and I didn’t know what to do.

History class came again in the afternoon, and the history teacher came quietly as usual. In the last class, she said she wouldn't judge our papers, but she couldn't hold back after all. She arranged the recitation task for us in a gentle voice, and then she personally sent the test papers to us. When it was sent to me, the eye-catching red characters "65" came into my eyes, and my heart felt cramped. But I can't care so much. Now I can only complete the recitation task seriously. The bell rang after class, and the teacher called several students to come to the podium to look for her. Among them were classmates who had similar grades to mine. Seeing them being blamed one by one, I felt even more sad when I should have been lucky enough to have some fun. Because in my opinion, the teacher's reproach means he cares. The more he reproaches, the more he cares. The teacher blamed them and my classmates, but did not blame me. Suddenly, a feeling of abandonment emerged. That time, I was really sad.

Since then, the smile has passed me by, leaving only sadness.

Beian Lexiang Middle School

Class 1401 Hao Peixin

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