Today is my saddest day.
There was a math test this morning, and the paper was handed out this afternoon. My score was unexpected. God, this is incredible. Why is it so low? Very sad.
I don't know what's going on, but I must study hard, write well and neatly, and the most important thing is to do the questions carefully and try to get a score of 100, so as to get rid of today's shame.
A sad thing: composition of primary school students II
On Wednesday, after the exam, I was still full of confidence, and I was sure that I would get more than 95 points. But when I got home, I saw my mother's expression was ugly, and I felt something was wrong.
Then, I asked my mother curiously, "Mom, what's the matter?" Mom replied angrily, "You didn't even get 90 points. As a team leader, you should do better than other students and set a good example! " "I listened to my mother's words, and my mood suddenly became dull and I was at the end of my tether. I was very sad.
I don't even want to eat at night, and my heart has been very sad. ...
I walked into the room with disappointment and sadness, and tears ran down my cheeks. This is, my mother comforted me and said, "Don't be sad, son, use your head more in the future and don't be proud." Then it suddenly occurred to me that modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind. After a while, I sobbed and said to my mother, "Mom, I actually want to improve my grades, but I don't know what to do." Mom said, "You are not careful every time. If you are careless, you should be more careful in the future. Listen carefully in class and read more extracurricular books. " I nodded, the in the mind still have a kind of unspeakable taste.
After this sad day, I will work hard and try my best to do well in the exam.
Result.
A sad thing: primary school students' composition 3
Looking at the ball that my beloved dog Doudou once played, my heart ached.
Doudou is a lively and naughty puppy who likes to put slippers in his small house. I like to play with its balls and run around. But when it is so naughty that I am furious, it is like a student who has made a mistake, sitting next to you listening to the teachings, and hanging his head from time to time, which makes people unable to bear to scold it again. Every time I go out, it always takes care of me with big watery eyes. When I got home, it jumped to the door again, wagging its small tail and holding my feet with two small front legs to meet me. Doudou is my little friend in life.
But it didn't last long. One day, Doudou fell ill, vomiting and diarrhea, and didn't eat or drink. Clever, he stayed listlessly in his small house, looking miserable but calm. At first, we all thought it was a small problem. We only gave Doudou some drugs to treat colds and help digestion, but after a few days, Doudou became less and less active and slept all day. Dad nervously took him to the pet clinic for treatment. What I never expected was that this was the last farewell between Doudou and me.
Seeing my father go home alone, I can't stop crying. From then on, I can no longer hear the affectionate cry of Doudou; Never see the lively and lovely figure of Doudou again; I can't touch the white and soft hair of peas anymore. It hurts to think of it.