The weather five years ago

I was really sad that time. Composition 1:

There has always been an indelible memory in my heart, and it hurts every time I think about it. What makes me so sad? Then I'll find it from my heart and tell you.

It happened five years ago. On that day, the sun was particularly dazzling and the weather was excellent. I think this should be a happy day. Get up late in the morning to eat, get up quickly, pick up clothes and shoes and run outside. Unfortunately, my father asked me to have breakfast at this time. I was probably afraid of being late, so I said angrily, stop eating! ?

Finished? Bang! ? Shut the door with a bang, and the sound of closing the door shook the whole corridor. At that time, I didn't pay attention to my father's expression and rushed to school at a speed of 100 meters. When I came to school, I had already had half a class in the first class. I entered the classroom in a panic, and the teacher saw me and criticized me in front of the whole class. Hearing the laughter of my classmates, I actually pushed the reason for being late to my father in my heart, thinking: it was my father who blocked my way in the morning and made me laugh at by my classmates. This is all his fault! ? I am dissatisfied with finishing the whole day's class on the ground.

When I got home, I smelled a bad smell in advance. As usual, I lay on the sofa and watched TV. My father cooked in the kitchen, brought me four dishes and said to me gently. Have a meal! ? I said angrily: no! ? Father shook his head and went back to the kitchen. I'm going to do my homework and pass by the table. Bang! ? The food fell to the ground with a bang. I didn't take it seriously. I thought it would just take a while, but I didn't expect that scene to happen in the end. Father immediately ran out of the kitchen and saw the food on the ground. I am very angry. Bang! ? Gave me a slap, I just stood there, knowing that my father misunderstood me, but I was afraid to explain. When my father saw that I had done something wrong, I was more sure that I was not satisfied with his cooking. Then I slapped again. Finally, something even more incredible happened. Dishes, quilts and even televisions on the table were thrown at me, and I was startled and had to run away. I'll go upstairs immediately. I'm never coming back? Finally, my mother took me back to my childhood.

I'm sorry about this. Now that I think about it, I'm scared. There is a lack of communication between father and son, and the misunderstanding is so great. I will communicate with my father more in the future. Only when I built it can father and son trust each other. I hope this sad thing will become a permanent history! I look forward to the day when my father and I play on the grass together!

I was really sad that time. Component 2:

It was the last day of our primary school life, the last exam of grade six, and the last subject of the final exam of grade six. Me, in the examination room.

Now, I have finished the paper, my eyes are fixed on my watch, and the hands on the dial are slowly turning. There are still five minutes left. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. Happy, in another 300 seconds, I can fly out of this examination room, revel and shout? We graduated? Because, after five minutes, I have finished everything in primary school. I only need to attend one more graduation ceremony before I graduate. Sad, but in another 300 seconds, I will leave my alma mater, teachers, teachers and classmates, and step into a new life in junior high school. Time has passed in this torment, and I suddenly want to slow down the clock, and then slow down a little. I might as well set it forward a dozen times, so that I can chat with girls about someone for a while, have a quarrel with boys, and chat with teachers. Too many memories come to my mind and twist into a rope, which strangles my heart. My stomach acid swelled up and I lowered my head.

Look at my watch. The hour hand is still moving forward. I won't stop for a minute because of my souvenir. I looked up and saw the invigilator still looking at us with a straight face. I heard them sigh behind you? Students, it seems that they are used to this. When the bell finally rang, we absently handed in our papers and rushed out of the classroom. Expect? Throw textbooks? The activity didn't happen, maybe no one thought of it at all. Everyone who walks out of the examination room is happy and melodramatic, but only we can understand the sadness in our hearts. Everyone walks so slowly, so slowly as if they want to stay in this school for a while, even for a second. Watching screaming juniors run by, we are already much taller than them. Looking at them, I suddenly feel that I don't belong to this school. Back in the class, looking at these classmates who get along with each other day and night, my heart is full of melancholy.

Today, after this moment, we will go our separate ways, and the primary school is far from us. Even if some of us will be in the same school, primary school will eventually leave me. Thought of here, my eyes unconsciously red, look around, the students are also red. I wiped my eyes, tried to raise my mouth, propped up my face, and told my classmates and teachers once with a smile? Goodbye? . Every afternoon, we say goodbye like this. But when the sun soaks into the campus the next day, we will always meet again.

This time, it is really goodbye. When the sun rises tomorrow, we can't meet again. I walked out of the school gate with my schoolbag on my back and glanced at it. In the future, you may only see this door when you meet the teacher on Teacher's Day. Goodbye, old security guard, goodbye, primary school, goodbye, my primary school time, goodbye, my golden years, goodbye.

I was really sad that time. Component 3:

Three years ago, when I was in Grade One, something happened, which is still fresh in my memory. That is to learn to swim. This is not what I remember best. When do I remember best? Sinking incident? .

At five o'clock that night, as usual, my father and I went to the swimming pool to learn to swim. When we arrived at the swimming pool, I put on my swimming trunks and ran to the coach. The coach handed me a buoy and said solemnly: You, pull this buoy, and then kick hard, and people will naturally float! ? After listening to his words, I picked up the buoy and prepared for self-study.

At first, I swam smoothly, jumping more than ten meters in one dive. Then, I felt a little sore in my feet and my whole body was up and down. I tried my best again, pedaled hard and finally returned to the water. After another minute or two, I began to sink again, but this time, no matter how hard I pedaled, it didn't help, and my heart was very uncomfortable. At this point, the whole person has sunk. I tried to catch the buoy, but my arm was already with the buoy? Thousands of miles apart? Yes ? It's over! Sink to the bottom! ? I secretly complain. After a while, my body miraculously floated! I suddenly cheered as if I had caught the last straw. Finally, I struggled for a long time, groggy climbed out of the swimming pool and spit out the water in my mouth. I swear? I will never swim again! ?

This really makes me sad! However, I learned a swimming skill: lying still, people will automatically surface!

I was really sad that time. Component 4:

Adults often say: children are the least sad. ? I don't know. We have sad things, too. Today, I have something to tell you, that is, the math mid-term exam is not ideal.

I remember one time, I didn't do very well in the midterm math exam. I only got 68 points in the exam. Seeing this result, my eyes wrinkled like linen, very sad, thinking; How can such a small score be admitted to a key university in the future? When I got home, I told my mother about my grades, and she started studying again? A spell? How can you be so careless? The solution is wrong, and the decimal point is forgotten. Look at the height of the cone and calculate the height of the cylinder. I wrote a question but didn't answer it. What should not be wrong is always wrong, and the grades have not improved.

I also want to improve my grades, but I can't be satisfied. Not this math? Lost? That's the theme? Lost? . These are all unexpected. Who doesn't want to do well in the exam? However, everyone's ability is different, their efforts are different, and the harvested fruits are dry and full.

Life is beautiful only when there is competition, but there are also some sad things that linger. As a pupil, you can't do too badly. As a son, you can't let your parents down.

On the other hand, if I get good grades so easily, I will lose its meaning and people's love for it. Think about it this way, and the sadness will be reduced a lot.

If you don't work hard, your grades will not be bad. Whenever I think of this sentence, let me keep forging ahead and persevere, and I will definitely get good grades to repay my parents.

Alas! This incident has left a lot of shadows in my heart, and I will take it as a step to spur myself to achieve good results.

I was really sad that time. Component 5:

I always thought I was good at math, but I didn't expect to fail in the final exam!

I was stunned. I was too ashamed to look up under the surprised eyes of my classmates. I felt ashamed from the bottom of my heart under the teacher's regretful eyes. I dare not even open my math book again. ? Did you fail? Like a heavy hammer, it broke my dream.

Naturally, I dare not tell my parents my score, and I don't want to deceive them. I can only bow my head in front of them and say nothing.

For some reason, my father read the test paper that I failed from the teacher.

Dad found me and we looked at each other without saying anything. It's hard for me to tell whether that look is reproach or disappointment. But I appreciate everything he said from his familiar eyes.

? You go to study. ? Dad said, I'll wait for your class teacher here. ?

So I turned and went back to the classroom. When I turned around, I saw him leaning against the window, and his eyes seemed to be saying something to me. I really regret not staying a little longer and talking to him again. He seems to have a lot to say.

I stood in front of the window, my tears blurred, as if I saw my parents' increasingly stooping figure for my healthy growth and promising future.

Dad didn't scold me, but it made me more miserable. I am at a loss in front of my kind father. I will study harder and repay you, my mother and father!

Silence speaks louder than sound, and the little author grasps the details and better expresses the theme. The language is plain and has a strong appeal.