No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is my carefully compiled essay on the topic of guilt. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Guilt Topic Essay 1
Mother’s love is always so great and will not shrink or be discounted.
One night, I finally found an opportunity to repay the favor - while washing my mother's feet.
I saw my mother’s feet, which were covered with scars and wrinkles, which were very ugly. So, I found a basin of hot water and gently put my mother's feet into the water. At first, she just said it was hot, but after a while, she put her two feet into the water again, biting her lips, showing a very special look. The look of pain. But that expression only flashed across her face, replaced by a kind of happiness and tranquility.
I also put my hand into the water, "Ah"! I forgot to add cold water. I looked at my mother and hurriedly helped her feet out of the water, but the feet were obviously a little red and swollen. I felt uncomfortable and stroked them slowly. Mother's feet have lost their former delicacy and moisture, and are so rough. It was extremely uncomfortable to watch. In fact, I know that it was because of long hours of running around and being tired. I put my mother's feet on my face with my hands. My mother was startled. I quickly filled the basin with some cold water. After testing, it felt just right. Then I put my mother's feet into the water and slowly washed them...
At that moment, I realized that I had not done anything good. A few days later, my mother's feet had a layer of skin. , and the middle was so red and swollen that I couldn't work in the fields for several days. Only then did I realize my vulnerability. It turns out that I want to do something for my mother, and I have to pay a lot of money for it. This also contains my infinite guilt for my mother, which always reminds me and makes me unforgettable. Guilt Topic Essay 2
Everyone will make mistakes on the road to growth, and I am no exception.
I remember it was a Monday, and I brought breakfast to school because I got up late in the morning. But I never had time to eat, so I was smart and thought of a way to get the best of both worlds.
"Ling Ling..." The class was in class. As soon as I put down the textbooks in a hurry, the teacher walked into the classroom. He first asked us to think about related questions about this painting, and then the teacher turned around and started writing on the blackboard. At this time, the breakfast exuded bursts of tempting fragrance, which made the gluttons in my belly jump up and down. I really couldn't stand the temptation of this delicious food, so I took a bite of the breakfast while the teacher was writing. , Sure enough, I was not discovered, so I followed the same pattern and took a few bites in a row. Finally, the teacher discovered it. The teacher asked me: "Yang Zifan, what are you eating?" I answered tremblingly: "No... nothing." The teacher's stern eyes looked directly at me, which made me sweat on my head. So, with my "unsatisfactory" hands, I reluctantly took out the leftover breakfast, thinking uneasily: "It's over now, it's time for the teacher to criticize me." However, the teacher did not criticize me severely. , but gently said to me: "Don't eat in class in the future, it will distract you."
Until now, I still feel very guilty when I think about this incident. You may ask me: "Do you still eat breakfast now?" "Yes, I eat it every day, but I will never eat it in class!" Guilt Topic Essay 3
Gradually I discovered the difference between me and my parents The relationship is estranged and we no longer talk and laugh together like we did a few years ago. Suddenly I felt guilty and felt very sorry for them.
I am a good boy, in the eyes of others, but I don’t feel that way. I always feel that what I say hurts many people’s hearts. My mother was nagging me again. This happened every day, but today I couldn't bear it and yelled at her. My mother was immediately speechless and just let me yell at her. I simply locked myself in the room, but the guilt came up in my heart. I felt so sad and uncomfortable that I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
I didn't talk to my mother at night. In the past, it was always lively, but today it was quiet at the dinner table. That feeling came back and became even more uncomfortable.
I am sure my mother is heartbroken now. She must be very angry with me and hate me. I'm also very uncomfortable. My parents worked hard for me, especially my mother. When I was three years old, my father was transferred to work elsewhere and only came back once a week. So my mother took care of me until I was ten years old. I often make mistakes and she doesn't care, but now I get into a big fight with her just because of a few words. Did I go too far?
I regretted it very much. I finally cried, crying with the guilt I felt towards my mother. Only then did I feel better...
When I walked out of the room, I saw my mother’s eyes were also red. I said nothing and deliberately changed the subject: "Is this movie good? What is the plot?" Mom He answered, his voice still a little crying. It was quiet all the time, my mother and I watched the movie.
I found that I have changed, become worse, and the guilt in my heart is deeper... Guilt Topic Essay 4
Whenever I hear the chirping sound, I will feel deeply I feel guilty because I remember the past a few years ago.
That was one day when I was six years old. I was pleasantly surprised to find a small nest in my house with several little swallows living in it. After a few days of observation, it seemed that this was a close family. , every day the swallow's mother went out to look for food. After a while, she came back with food in her mouth, and then gave it to the little swallow one bite at a time. I thought to myself that she is really a good and hard-working mother.
But one day, I broke the peaceful life with my mother. A little friend said to me: "It's so fun to catch a bird." So, my friend and I moved the ladder. I climbed up the ladder quickly and caught the little swallow, which had black hair. The eyes, the little yellow mouth, the little feet, and the bare body were so fun to hold in my hands. At this time, the mother swallow came back, and she saw the little swallow in my hand hovering above my head. The little swallow saw her mother's struggle. As soon as I let go of my hand, the little swallow fell. The mother of the swallow quickly flew down to catch the little swallow. Although she flew very fast, she still couldn't catch it. Its poor child was dying.
Another bright spring is here. Looking at the chirping swallows in the sky, my heart is crying. Can the great swallow mother forgive me for my naivety and ignorance? Please accept my deep confession! I will give you back your children and a happy home. Guilt Topic Essay 5
It was summer vacation that year. As soon as I stepped into the pickup truck, I was already obsessed with it. At that time, I didn’t know that I could have a girlfriend. When I saw their couple, they were wives or spouses. It seems that this is our life. For so long, I just watched blankly, waiting to upgrade, get rich, and buy and sell, and never thought about having a girlfriend, but one day.
I was mining and buying and selling as usual, and a woman appeared next to me and said: Please date me. Others were waiting for me to pay and get items, but I didn’t say anything. I was embarrassed and sweating to death. I had never seen such a girl, who was not afraid of others looking at her strangely. Seeing that she was so serious, I could only reluctantly agree - I thought it was just a game and I couldn't get into it seriously - I don't know why, in this world like an ice cellar, I was slowly melted by this girl's enthusiasm and love, So I gradually fell in love with her.
One day, he suddenly thought of writing a novel, and I had no objection. From then on, he gradually alienated me and stopped talking to me. I waited tediously until one day, she finally came online. I couldn’t wait and asked: How is the writing going? He said happily: "Okay. Now, I have become everyone’s idol, I am so happy..." I was also happy for him. After reading it, I only remembered the ending:
I asked him to buy an ice cream, but I ran away. Escaping to a place where he couldn't find it, the ice cream he was holding slowly melted until it fell to the ground. That figure has been waiting here for a long, long time... Guilt Topic Essay 6
The cold wind of autumn blew on my face, making me feel chilly. I stood on the balcony and looked at the entrance of the village.
October 1st has arrived. In the past, a familiar car drove by, but today it did not appear. Huh? I used to come back on the 3rd, but this year it’s the 5th, why haven’t I come back yet?
After that, I thought back to the time in Nanjing, maybe that time. I was so annoyed that I hit my head with the pen. It seemed that the questions were repeated over and over again. My mind was so messed up that I wanted to tear up the homework book. My younger brother was playing with the pen next to him. He was having a great time flipping it left and right. I don’t know why. Yes, the little brother suddenly swung in my direction, and the ink fell on my homework like a bird wounded by a gun. I saw a few drops of ink on my homework, and I felt even more upset. I couldn't help but yell, "What are you doing! Dumped me. I'm annoyed, get out!" Then, I snatched the pen from his hand. I glared at my little brother, and tears immediately appeared in his eyes. "Going out, I raised my voice eight degrees.
The younger brother walked out slowly, humming in his mouth, and went to the big room. After coming here for a while, the anger in my heart subsided, and then I realized that I had gone too far. I knocked on the door of my younger brother's room, but he refused to come out. After that, my aunt told me that my younger brother didn't know how to use a pen or ink. Throw it back. Tell me not to be angry. Only then did I realize how much I went too far. After that, my little brother ignored me. I spoke to him, but he also kept silent. I was really ashamed of my little brother and shouldn’t have been so cruel to him. I guess this time, my little brother You must be angry with me if you don't come back, ugh...
The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the sun reflected the clouds red. I stood at the intersection and looked into the distance, little brother, I'm sorry for you! I shouldn't have treated you like that. My brother really misses you. Please come back soon! Guilt topic essay 7
That day, the weather was sunny, and I was in the same mood as the weather. I was very happy. I was going to take the bus to my aunt’s house to play. When I arrived at the platform, I waited for only a few minutes before the No. 11 bus came and I got on it. There are so many people in the car! All seats were occupied. There were all kinds of people standing in the car, including businessmen in suits, primary school students carrying schoolbags, workers covered in dirt, and aunts with children. I held the armrest and stood next to a young man who was sitting. When we arrived at a platform, the young man got off the bus, and I quickly sat on the chair. Ah, it felt so good to sit!
Look, an old woman got on the car. She had white hair and was swinging in the car on crutches. It was really scary! The old lady came to my side and stopped, looking at me kindly. What, do you want me to give up my seat? I thought to myself, it’s not worth it to give up after just sitting for a while. I can't let people do it easily. I blushed and lowered my head, trying not to look at the pleading eyes of the old lady and the reproachful eyes of the people around me.
At this moment, an aunt next to her stood up and gave up her seat and said, "Auntie, please sit here!" She helped the old lady sit in her seat, and the old lady thanked her repeatedly, and a warm cheer sounded on the bus. applause. I blushed and put my head in my arms, so ashamed. When we were almost at the station, I stood up and said to the standing aunt sheepishly: "Auntie, please sit down! I'm almost there!" The aunt smiled and said: "What a good boy!" After hearing this, My blushing face became even redder.
Through this incident, I saw the noble character of people, realized the dedication of "love", and learned that we should care for people who are weaker than ourselves, and we should not fail to help others just because of our own personal interests. Difficulties are not beneficial to oneself, but beneficial to others.
I feel guilty, I understand! Essay on Guilt Topic 8
I always hear people say that someone gave up their seat on the bus, but the more I hear it, the more I don’t believe it. Until one day, someone "gave up their seat" to me...
That morning, I went to the Peiyou class. After school, my uncle took me to take the 608 bus home. It might be noon, and there are many people going home. The car was very crowded. The female driver kept shouting "Stand back", and I squeezed back. Suddenly a big hand grabbed my denim skirt. I looked along the big hand and saw an old lady with gray hair. Seeing me looking over, he squeezed out a small piece of his seat and motioned for me to sit down.
I was stunned for a moment and thought: We don’t know each other, why did you give up your seat to me? Besides, "SARS" is popular now, what if..., thinking of this, I looked at the old grandma, her eyes were full of expectations, and I sat down cautiously.
No After sitting down, the scene of Snow White dying after eating the "stranger's" red apple kept popping up in my mind. After thinking for a long time, I finally plucked up the courage and asked the old lady: "Why did you "give up your seat" to me?" My voice was very low, maybe because of the content, but she heard clearly. She was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Little girl, you should be careful outside. It's not your fault. I gave you my seat because my granddaughter was studying outside. When I first saw you , I feel that you are very similar to her: you also like to wear white sweaters and denim skirts; you also like to have long hair; you also like to wear hairpins... I guess you don't like to stand, so..." I was stunned like a sculpture. . After a long time, my grandma and I talked about her granddaughter.
The car stopped and arrived at the station. The old lady was leaving, and I looked at her retreating back, feeling a burst of guilt in my heart. The old grandma can imagine me as cute as her own granddaughter, but I can't trust her like a grandma... Guilt Topic Essay 9
I remember that time when it was dark, my mother was cooking, and I helped her. She takes care of the little things. Dad suddenly said: "Cheng Cheng, you seem to have grown a lot taller. You are almost the same as your mother." I proudly stood next to my mother, stood up straight and gestured, "Mom, you have to work hard to eat, otherwise you will be too fast." I caught you,” I said with a smile. Inadvertently, a strand of white and thin hair passed by my eyes, and I took a quick look. Suddenly, the smile on his face faded. That's my mother's white hair.
At this time, my father, who had just gotten off work, was squatting at the door eating apples hungrily. I turned my head, and he also had strands of silver hair on his head.
I thought, what is contained in these strands of white hair?
Hidden there are your expectations, your hard work, and your love. My mother washes and cooks for me every day, and my father works hard all day long to send me to school. You have paid so much for me.
And me, what did I give you? I just added endless troubles and countless fatigue to you. Your love for me has brought me endless happiness, endless warmth, and endless sunshine, but it also brings endless guilt. That kind of guilt can never be erased in a lifetime, and no one can bring it.
It is said that time can take away everything. Yes, it has taken away many of my childhood memories and many of my previous worries, but it cannot take away the love of my parents, let alone the love of my parents. Needless to say, I feel guilty, that sunshine and shadow have taken root deep in my heart.
The rice and vegetables are ready, and when it’s time to eat, I found that there is a hint of sweetness and a hint of sourness in the dish. Guilt Topic Essay 10
I went to register today. I thought I would be very happy, but I didn’t expect that something like that would happen after school.
After school, I happily pushed the bicycle out of the school gate. Suddenly I heard someone calling me from behind. I turned around and saw that it was my elementary school classmate - Chen Xiong.
"I can put my schoolbag at your place, too, okay?" he asked.
"No! My basket is already full."
"How stingy!"
8 essays with guilt as the topic 8 essays with guilt as the topic I glanced at him and said, "Yanfang is outside, see if there is any place to put her."
Chen Xiong said "Oh" and walked out of the school gate. I pushed the bicycle out and saw him talking to Yanfang:
"Can you take my schoolbag home?"
"No! I've already filled it up. !You can’t let it go.”
“You can’t do it later.”
……
Chen Xiong ran to the security room immediately. I didn’t know what he was doing. What are you doing. Because it started to rain lightly, I asked Yanfang to go home quickly. She just frowned and walked away with me.
When Chen Xiong came out and saw that we had left, he threw his schoolbag to the ground angrily. Something feels wrong.
"Why didn't you wait for him? I already promised him to help him." Yanfang said.
"Have you promised him?" I wondered.
"Yes, he must think we are playing tricks on him." She lowered her head and frowned.
"What should I do? Otherwise, I will go back and help him again?" I felt guilty in my heart.
So we went back to help him, but he said no, so we had no choice but to go back by ourselves. Along the way, Yanfang and I didn't say anything. I felt very guilty. Chen Xiong had helped me before, but now I didn't help him. It felt very uncomfortable. I think Yanfang is feeling the same as me at this moment! Guilt Topic Essay 11
At noon, the sun is working hard to release its maximum light, and the whole world is like a big steamer, steaming people's mouths Dry tongue.
I was doing my homework and it was too hot, so I said to my mother who was making lunch: "Mom, buy me a bottle of iced Coke." After hearing this, my mother started chattering again. I scolded me, "I always don't do my homework well. I always think about eating and playing all day long. I never pay attention to studying..." I was filled with resentment and muttered, "Isn't it just a bottle?" A Coke that costs two or three yuan, you stingy man, if you don’t buy me a Coke, I won’t do my homework and ask the teacher to call you.” I scribbled heavily on the draft book with a pen, kicking the table from time to time. Relieve anger. My mother saw my dissatisfaction and raised the white flag to surrender, "Okay, okay, I'll buy it right now. As long as you concentrate on your homework, mom will promise you anything." After a while, my mother came back, looking at her sweating profusely, I felt a little guilty. "Mom, can you take a sip too?" My tone obviously lacked sincerity. "Oh, no need." Mom responded softly.
A happy smile bloomed on my face. Seeing that my mother did not take the Coke, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. Seeing me drinking coke, my mother smiled and said, "As long as you are happy, mother will be happy." I was suddenly stunned. My mother's words hit my fragile heart, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. Yes, even though my mother was harsh on me, wasn’t it for my own good? I felt ashamed of my own selfishness.
I must get rid of this bad habit and be a good child who respects my parents! Guilt Topic Essay 12
Life is like a dark night sky with shooting stars from time to time. Inadvertently, a moment slips by quietly, leaving a scar of guilt. As time goes by, it gradually becomes indifferent, but it cannot be healed, and it will never be profound.
There have been countless shooting stars in my night sky. They appear and disappear with my memory, burning my heart.
Guilt fills my life every moment.
Me, guilt and parents, they give me infinite care and care, and even take on the responsibility of my life and study. Teacher, but I am just a trickle in the vast sea of ??people, flowing silently.
Whenever I sit in the car that my parents take me to school, guilt will overflow from the bottom of my heart, because they worked so hard and all they got in return was my mediocre grades. I have no way of repaying them for their efforts. I can only express my gratitude as "Be careful all the way back."
My parents’ love is hard for me to repay, and my teacher’s expectations are another scar of guilt.
I met the teacher I admired most in my life in the first grade of junior high school. He paid a lot of attention to me and always encouraged me to face difficulties. However, my grades were far behind what he had entrusted me to do. expectations, so every time when the report card is placed in front of me, I feel guilty.
However, I can’t give up, and I can’t give up, because although everyone’s giving makes me feel guilty, it also encourages me to keep climbing up so that I can be worthy of these heavy trusts.
Although there will be guilt in life, there is also struggle. We must turn guilt into strength, be proactive, and reap the fruits of our own success.
May guilt fill my life and fill my soul with motivation. I will continue to work hard in this encouraging horn to win the fruits of my own victory and taste every drop of its nectar. Guilt Topic Essay 13
When we were born, it was they who caught us; when we were babbling, it was they who gave us the notes of love?
Father, mother, You have put all your efforts into your children. How can we balance it? No, then leave a little guilt to yourself!
Remember when I was in fifth grade,
I got seriously ill and suffered from severe mumps. The specific symptoms were soreness all over the body and the inability to open my mouth widely. It was the scorching summer, and because of this illness, I spent the entire 40-day holiday at home. Every morning, my mother always pours hot water for me, washes my face and applies it to my face. The traces of heat pass through my skin and warm the desolate corner of my heart. In order to let me have a nutritious breakfast in the morning, my mother would always get up the earliest at home, grind the soy milk, and go to the street to buy my favorite "Tenderloin Pancakes." When I was eating, I would always find that my mother was missing. When I looked into the living room, I saw my mother lying on the table and asleep. At this moment, a warm current gurgled out from the bottom of my heart, but it was heavy at the same time.
Under my mother’s meticulous care, my illness has improved a lot. A month later, I went to Jinan with my friends to participate in a provincial youth football match. Due to my condition, I could only play as a defender. I was confident that I would win, but God once again showed my body " Red card” and I had to leave the team and go to the hotel to rest. At night, the disease caught up with me again, and my condition worsened again. When I went back to the hotel to rest, I thought of my parents all the time. At this time, my mother was "traveling far away"! In the early morning, I found myself lying on my father's bed. On my back, next to my mother's repeated warnings, "Be gentle." It turned out that my parents rushed to Jinan overnight, and they were carrying me to the hospital. Guilt Topic Essay 14
This morning, I took the No. 8 bus to school for weekly duty. There were not many people in the bus and there were many empty seats. I just found a seat and sat down. The sky is overcast and it's probably going to rain heavily. After a while, more and more students got on the bus, and the whole bus was crowded and swaying.
At this time, two white-haired old men got on the bus. They were carrying a large vegetable and an umbrella in their hands. Seeing their thin bodies swaying in the car, I was about to give up my seat when I suddenly thought: I still have to sit for several more stops, and the road is not easy to walk. It was too crowded with so many people standing in the car. Besides, there are still so many students, let them give up their seats! I sit for a while and wait for a while before letting go.
After a while, another old man really came. This time I had to give in. Who would have thought that in just a few seconds, when I was about to get up and give up my seat, another old man actually came. A classmate gave up his seat first. I looked around the seats in the car embarrassedly and found that I was the only one still sitting on the seat. The other classmates gave up their seats to the old man.
I deeply felt that at this time, it seemed that others were looking at them with praise, but they were looking at me with critical eyes. At that time, my face turned red and I really wanted to dig
Get into a hole. I almost couldn't help it.
After I got off the car, the rain became heavier and heavier, as if even God was punishing me. I braved the heavy rain and went to school.
I came to the school gate for my weekly duty. Standing there, I could not calm down for a long time, and guilt and regret came to my heart. I felt that I was too selfish and only cared about my own enjoyment. If we want the world to be full of love, we should all extend our hands. Especially I must learn this lesson and be a good and caring student. No more guilt. Guilt topic essay 15
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and found that it was dark outside. I thought it was still early and fell asleep again. I don’t know how long it took, but I heard my mother calling me. When I looked at the clock, it was already half past six.
I broke out in a cold sweat, got dressed quickly, grabbed a piece of bread in a hurry, put my schoolbag on my back and rushed downstairs, got on my bicycle and ran to school as fast as possible. Although it was raining outside, I didn't pay much attention to it.
While riding, suddenly there was an old man with white hair in front of me, an old man with a cane. I saw him holding a cane in one hand and holding a convenience bag with half a bag of soy milk in the other. He lowered his head and walked forward step by step, seemingly unaware that I was rushing towards him. I was petrified and didn't know what to do. The car suddenly hit the grandpa. The old man fell heavily to the ground, and the soy milk in his hand was thrown far away, and the milky white soy milk spilled into a large area. The car also fell on my side, pressing heavily on me. I struggled hard to stand up and set up the car. I wanted to help my grandfather up, but I was afraid of missing class and being criticized by the teacher. So I looked around and saw no one on the road, so I quickly jumped into the car and ran away.
When I came to school, I saw that the teacher hadn’t come yet, so I got on my bicycle and went back to the small road. How I hoped that my grandpa was safe, and how I hoped that he was still there waiting for me. , let me help him up with my own hands, or send him to the hospital. But when I came here, there was no trace of the old grandfather. Only the milky white soy milk was still lying on the ground quietly.
I returned to school listlessly, filled with guilt. Thinking of that old man, I felt remorseful.