I cried at that time. Every student has pain, and everyone cries, even very young children. Older people cry. Children cry when they fall, cry when they are afraid, cry when they are scolded, and cry when they are unhappy. Artificial feelings. Love. Friendship and the like will cry if they are moved or sad. Next, I want to talk about how I feel when I cry.
When my mother taught me a lesson and even hit me, my tears welled up like a stream. At that moment, mom, do you know how I felt?
Dad promised me something, but he broke his word. My tears soaked my collar, and he thought of my mood. At that moment, I cried sadly.
Every time my parents take me home, do you prepare the tasks left by the teacher? At that moment, I cried with anxiety.
When mom and dad quarrel, they throw things and call me afraid. Sometimes if you want to go alone, you have to ask me if I can go. This is my place . How should I choose? At that moment, I cried.
Whenever my mother and I ask for something interesting and beautiful, she cruelly refuses, saying that if you continue, you will be beaten. At that moment, I was desperate and never dared to ask my mother for anything again.
These are just those moments. Actually, my parents love me very much Of course, everything can be blamed on my mother, who raised us. Figure return. I hope we can face life correctly. But we are children, and we just want you to change the way you care for us.
That time, I cried. I have seldom cried since the third grade of primary school. But that time, I cried, tears of regret, tears of emotion … I have a good friend, her name is Xiaoqi, and she is my neighbor. When I first moved here, she was the first person to talk to me. Slowly, we became best friends. She is a very brave person. I remember when I was playing with her in the yard, I accidentally knocked down a child about four or five years old. The child fell and got hurt, so he fell to the ground and began to cry. The child's mother ran over when she heard the sound and was very angry when she saw the child fall. She looked at us again and said, "What's the matter? Who pushed it? " Before I could speak, Xiaoqi said, "Auntie, I'm sorry. I knocked him down. Please forgive me. " Aunt glared at her and left with the child. These happened to be seen by Xiaoqi's mother, so she taught her a lesson. I said to her, "Just say I pushed it!" She said, "It's okay. If your mother knows, she will definitely criticize you. " There is an indescribable taste in my heart.
She is also very helpful. When I have questions I don't understand, I always ask her for advice and she will patiently explain them to me. Once, she had a lot of homework, but I asked her a lot of questions. She went to bed late that day, but she didn't blame me.
But I don't cherish this friendship. The summer vacation after graduating from primary school, she moved away and moved to a far away place. I had a quarrel with her because of a little thing before, and I ignored her for a few days. She looks very sad. The day before she left, I went to see her and said to her, "You must hate me very much!" "She said in surprise," what's the matter with you? Why should I hate you? " Before her words were finished, my eyes filled with tears. When I got home, I cried in bed for a long time ... That time, I cried for my friend for the first time, because I was moved and because I regretted it. ...
That time, I cried. I can't remember the date of this month. I only remember that at the beginning of a semester, I was appointed monitor by the teacher. I tried my best to do everything I could, but the teacher's words made me sad …
I remember one morning, the teacher said in front of the whole class, "I will change the monitor for Ying Xiaohan today." My fiery heart seemed to waver, but it soon calmed down. There is an unspeakable sadness on my face, and I finally didn't let the tears flow out in front of everyone. Facing the cynicism of my classmates around me, I didn't say anything, just sat quietly. I hardly listened to the rest of the class. From that sentence to school, I have been unknown. When I got home, I couldn't bear to see my mother's kind face anymore. I threw myself into her arms and burst into tears. Mother gently wiped away my sad tears with that weather-beaten hand and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my mother's inquiry, I cried even more sadly and said intermittently, "The teacher left me behind as the monitor." Say that finish, I shed another tear. My mother smiled and educated me and said, "The teacher will definitely have her reasons for dumping you, but you should learn to be strong and face the facts bravely!" " I listened to my mother and stopped crying. I went to school after dinner. Although I listened to the class, I didn't say anything in each class. This kind of life lasted for two days, which seemed to alienate me from my good friends.
Although it has been a long time, I understand a truth: people's lives can't be smooth sailing, and they must learn to be strong if they want to tide over the difficulties!
That time, I cried. That day, it was cloudy and rainy in Mao Mao. My great-grandmother is gone forever. I am sad. In the past, my great-grandmother loved me very much, and everything delicious was left for me to eat. Once during the Spring Festival, our family got together. Mom, dad and grandma are watching TV, and my great-grandmother is the only one in that bag of jiaozi. My father saw it and advised her not to pack it. After a while, he bought jiaozi directly, but my great-grandmother smiled and said, Anyway, I'm idle. Let's pack some jiaozi to kill time. Besides, jiaozi, who has wrapped herself, is also very relieved. Then he wrapped it again. As soon as I saw it, I skipped to my great-grandmother and said, great-grandmother, I want a bag, too, okay? Great-grandfather said with a smile, you can't buy jiaozi, so watch TV. No, I want that bag. I want that bag. My great-grandmother couldn't beat me, so she smiled and taught me how to bag.
When jiaozi was finished, my great-grandmother put a jiaozi in my mouth first. After I finished eating, my great-grandmother was about to put another jiaozi in my mouth, but I said mischievously, you eat too, and I won't eat if you don't eat. Then I put this jiaozi in my great-grandmother's mouth, and her great-grandmother smiled happily. But now my great-grandmother will never come back and give me delicious jiaozi. I cried. I cried and said why God took my dearest great-grandmother. It is still raining. The sky seems to be crying. My great-grandmother misses you so much that my tears are all for you. Did you get a look at him?
I cried at that time. This is the beginning of a certain stage in my life. The blue sky is being eroded by a persistent darkness, and the air is filled with this ominous substance, perhaps because it is time to announce the examination results.
The restless sky seems to have been waiting. In the afternoon, the teacher came into the classroom with a test paper. As usual, the bell is melodious, but it is particularly harsh at the moment. The words "retrogression" and "88 points" are like a hot cone knife hidden in high temperature, with a faint bright red color, and are ruthlessly inserted into my chest. Perhaps it was an opportunity, and the rain poured down in an instant, and a thunder broke through the blue sky.
After school, the paper in my hand that disgusted me was wet with drizzle. I don't know why a sour taste filled me. For a moment, I broke through a barrier and broke out defenseless. The noise of the corner of my eye seems to be diluted by the tears carried by the rain beads, and there is silence, but the tears still can't flow.
When I got home, my parents looked at me and were eager to care, but I heard the reason and was reprimanded. Full of sadness, the door slammed, and I began to run downstairs, trying to throw everything away, but tears fell silently. When I saw the bright night sky overhead, a song came from my mouth, and I suddenly understood the meaning of that song.
The rain has stopped long ago, and there are still tears of spring on my cheeks. The sadness told by songs and tears is endless. That time, I cried.
That time, I cried for my little pet, who left this colorful world last week.
One is my little hamster. It's a lost hamster. Its hair is gray and its body is only the size of my palm, so I gave it a name.
This is a wild hamster. On weekdays, it always flies freely at home. Pull everywhere when you are in a hurry. My mother is very angry and wants to kick it out of the house. I was so anxious that I shouted, "No, no! Don't throw it away at all, will you keep it? I promise it will never pee anywhere again. "
Seeing that I like it so much, my mother finally nodded and promised to leave some, but on one condition: I must train the habit of defecation.
From then on, I let a little go to the designated place to pee every day, and I made a little obedient like an animal trainer.
On that day, I gave it my favorite food as usual, but on this day, it was lying on its favorite treadmill, dying, with dull eyes, like a lump of soft mud spread on it, and its bulging stomach was faintly undulating, and the usual happy picture disappeared. I took a closer look, and it turned out that I was going to have a baby! I'm in a hurry to look up information on the internet and prepare something for giving birth to a baby. However, it was too late, and its baby came out, lying a little beside it, crying with its mouth open, motionless a little, lying in a pool of blood and stopping breathing.
I was so sad that I carefully held it in my hand. It's like a piece of pudding, soft. I dug a small hole under a big tree, buried it and burned a board to commemorate it. Farewell, a little, holding back tears, I was in tears.
I cried at that time. Everyone cries. Tears can be tears of regret, tears of joy and tears of pain. At that moment, I shed tears of pain. ......
One sunny noon, our family was sitting at the dining table when my father suddenly interrupted: Huahua was killed by a car. After listening to this sentence, my chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground, and my heart was like a bolt from the blue. What? Huahua is dead? Why? Dad said he was playing in the yard that day. He followed him when he saw his grandmother visiting the house across the street. As a result, a car suddenly sped by and ran over Huahua's thin body. ......
Huahua is a puppy. When I was ten, he came to my house. When he first came, he was afraid of everyone. His fear softened his heart. Because I don't know anyone, I have been drilling under the car and refused to come out. My cousin and I finally called him out, fed him and played with him. Yeah, we're gradually changing from unfamiliar to familiar. Two years later, our feelings deepened. We ran and played together. When I do my homework, it obediently lies at my feet, waiting for me quietly. When I eat, it will bark eagerly. I'll give it some steamed bread at once, and it will hide and eat.
These scenes flashed through my mind, I cried, and my only animal "friend" left me like this. I ran into the house, tears unconsciously flowed to my face and dripped on the back of my hand. I silently looked at the doll like a flower, lying on the ground and never coming back. That time, I really cried. .....
That time, I cried. Tears have always been regarded as cowardice and incompetence, but that time, I cried.
People say that there are two times when a woman is most beautiful, one is when she wears a wedding dress, and the other is when she is a mother. That special day, the most beautiful day in my sister's life-my sister's wedding. I cried.
That morning, my family got up early, because we were going to put up couplets, balloons and flowers for my sister's wedding. "Mom, my sister has finished wearing makeup." When I finished, I only saw an elder sister wearing a crown, a long veil, a necklace and a white wedding dress come in. "Wow, it's beautiful." I couldn't help crying.
After a while, my brother-in-law came. There's no way to get my sister back so easily. I wanted to give him a good hand, but my sister told me that he forgot to bring me a red envelope and wouldn't let me block the door. "Ah," I sighed, forget it, don't block the door.
At the wedding, I took pictures of my sister and brother-in-law, looked at my beautiful sister, and thought that she would become a wife in the future, which made me very unhappy. Recalling the scenes with my sister, I cried, crying so sadly, because I was afraid that after my sister got married, I could no longer be silly with her.
I still remember sitting in my sister's arms when I was a child and playing in bed with a broom. I accidentally hit my sister on the head. I don't know what happened, but I saw my sister crying. I was sad to see my sister crying. I cried too. Tell my sister, "I'm sorry." This is what people often say, sisters are United.
Because my sister is married, I'm afraid I can't rely on her anymore. I cried. Because my sister cried, so did I.
Sometimes, crying does not necessarily mean weakness, but can be used to express unspeakable emotions and convey feelings.
That time, I cried 9 x, an excellent composition.
Some people shed tears for themselves, others, and the collective. This kind of thing happened around me.
I remember that it was the last day of June 5438+February last year, and it was my last party since primary school. My mother helped me make up in the morning, and I went to the party. When we arrived at school, the party started soon. Our performance was very successful, and the classroom was full of laughter. However, in the last few links of the party, the teacher read us a poem written by herself and stared at it, which contained the teacher's real expectation and blessing for us. But tears welled up in my eyes before the poem was finished. I blinked a few times, trying to hold back my tears. Time passed by, and we unconsciously reached the next link. The teacher whispered a word to each of our classmates as the graduation motto. I will never forget that sentence-"Wang Jiahui, you are a child with great potential, and there is no problem to be admitted to the Middle School Attached to Polytechnic University and No.3 Middle School in the future. The teacher believes you. " Although this sentence is very short, it deeply touched my heart. Tears finally didn't hold back, like a flood that burst its banks, pouring out of its eyes. From that moment on, my heart was like a car driving on a mountain road, and I couldn't calm down.
After returning to China, I couldn't help thinking: Why do you hate teachers? No matter how she criticizes us and accuses us, isn't it all to make us grow into promising people, become the pillars of the country and do our part for the country?
Stalin once said: "Teachers are the soul engineers of human beings." This string of tears at the party made me understand that people should understand each other and tolerate each other. Isn't it the same with teachers? Here, I want to say to you: "Teacher, you have worked hard! We love you forever! "
At that time, I cried my excellent composition 10. Growing up, I suffered a lot of grievances. I cried, too, and learned some truth about being a man, the truth about being a man. But once I cried, not wronged or sad, but happy.
That day, after I finished my homework as usual, I looked out of the window casually and blankly at a bird. The bird flew from east to west, jumping and calling. Needless to say, it must be because it is Saturday and it is so happy that it is so naughty. It played and played, and I watched and watched. Suddenly, a big bird flew by. I guess it's the mother of the bird. The big bird "chirped-chirped" a few times, as if calling the bird home. The bird followed the big bird cleverly and flew away lightly. ...
"Have a meal!" Mother shouted. I'm in a daze, and nothing can get into my ears. My mother didn't see me coming out, so she came to my bedroom door and saw me in a daze. She said, "There is braised pork at noon." I listened and rushed to the restaurant. Sure enough, there was a big pot of braised pork on the table, and my mother looked at me gently with her chin cupped. I asked my mother, "Why don't you eat braised pork?" Mother replied that she didn't like it.
I stayed for a while. Obviously, my grandmother told me before that my mother especially likes braised pork. When I was a child, my mother liked braised pork soup and bibimbap best. These flashed through my mind, and at that moment, I seemed to understand something. In fact, my mother wants to save all the best for me and leave me some food!
When my mother went to pour water, I put some meat under my mother's rice and filled it with soup. After doing this, there were tears in my eyes. I ran into the bedroom and cried.
Poverty inherits the wind! Mom and dad are the most selfless. They always leave the best for their children.
I cried at that time +0 1 1. Everyone laughed and cried. Life is full of ups and downs, and life generously gives us many feelings.
I cried, not necessarily because I was sad, but because I was so happy and moved. However, I really cried, because I was a little sad, because the game of "Five Lives" ... things have to start from Thursday ... Thursday is undoubtedly the day when we lost everything. Why? Then-I won't say it, as long as I know it, hehe. "Students are in class ..." As the bell rang, xu teacher walked slowly into the classroom. When he arrived, he asked Liu Tongxue to turn on the computer and showed us the psychological game of "Five Lives". At first, we heard the word "game" and listened attentively to the teacher's "rules of the game". After the teacher has finished, let's discuss it first and then start writing. Second, is this game too cheat people? Why? Then let me tell you the rules of the game:
First find out the five things (or people and things) that you think are most important in life, and then cross out the four things that you think are less important. Moreover, the four things you cross out will be derailed and disappear forever in your life ... and the last one left is the most important thing (or people and things) in your life.
I cried at that time. There is a bottom line called "don't steal or rob" and a cry called "break through your bottom line".
I was watching TV that day, and my mother said in the kitchen, "Tingting, it's time to pack up for school!" " "
"hey!" I promised, put the books away and put them in my schoolbag. Suddenly, I glanced at my mother's wallet. I had a bad idea: I wanted to eat spicy strips in the school cafeteria yesterday, but my mother didn't buy it for me. Otherwise, I'll buy it myself for fifty cents today, so I won't let my mother know.
I shook my head and said to myself, what are you thinking? Go to school quickly, but I have been thinking about that spicy strip for a week ... My mother's footsteps appeared in the corridor, and I hesitated. I quickly took out a dollar from my wallet, put on my schoolbag and rushed to the gate. I ran and shouted, "Mom, I'm going to school." I jumped and jumped along the way, thinking, spicy strips, spicy strips, I'm coming! I ran to the canteen and bought a pack of spicy strips that often appeared in my dreams.
I got the spicy strips and couldn't wait to tear open the package and devour them. Mmm, it's delicious! The smell is endless. After a while, I ate a pack of spicy strips and walked to the classroom with satisfaction.
At night, I lay in bed and looked at the twinkling stars and the bright moonlight outside the window, thinking about what I had done during the day. On a clear and silent night, people are more likely to realize their mistakes. It suddenly occurred to me: if my mother knew I stole her money, would she be sad and disappointed? I fell asleep thinking about it. I dreamed that my mother scolded me for taking her money. When I woke up, I found the pillow was wet.
Since then, I have tried to keep my bottom line and not let the difference of thoughts break through it.
That time, I cried. That time, I cried because my beloved dog died and my dog Jiujiu died of illness.
I go to grandma's house once a week to see Jiujiu and play with it. That day, as usual, I got up early on Sunday and went to my grandmother's house to see 99. I'm still thinking about the last time I saw 99 on the road. I remember I didn't see it when I went home last time. I thought it was gone! After a few minutes, it slipped back. Seeing me from a distance, he couldn't wait for his legs to fly towards me. I bent down to pick it up, but it almost knocked me down. It sniffs around me, licks around, hunches over and rubs its tail in front of me.
But today is different. I just got home, and Jiujiu is not here. I think 99 may have gone out to play. A few minutes later, a dog that looks like Jiujiu stood at the door. I shouted, "Jiujiu!" "But it ignored me. Later, I found that some places looked different from 1999. After a while, Jiujiu didn't come back, so I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, where is Jiujiu?" Grandma stopped laughing. Grandma gave me a look and didn't answer. After my repeated questioning, grandma said slowly, "She died two days before 1999. "I don't believe it:" impossible, you were only two years old in 1999, and you can't die so fast. " Grandma said, "Jiujiu died of illness. He hasn't eaten for days and is ill. "I still don't believe it, but at the sight of grandma's sadness, suddenly, I froze, my nose was sour and I began to cry.
That time, I cried, so sad, so sad, my favorite Jiujiu died.
I cried at that time. In a blink of an eye, I will be ten years old. From birth to now, there are countless examples of me crying. Some people cry when they are frightened; I cried when I was wronged ... but on that meaningful day, I cried because I didn't give up.
I remember that morning, the teacher informed us to attend the graduation ceremony of kindergarten. I hurried to the kindergarten and saw my good friend looking at me with reluctant eyes. I have no choice. I can't help but shed tears. At this time, I really don't know what to say. When I recalled the past with my good friend again, I cried even harder. Tears flowed into my heart like a pearl with a broken thread ... I suddenly took my partner's hand and my eyes were still shining with tears: "I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have so many contradictions with you because of trivial things ..."
The graduation ceremony is over and everyone is going home. Suddenly, I cried again. ...
An important test in my life deeply touched my young heart. In the days to come, I will cherish the friendship between friends!
That time, I cried 15. I am a happy boy, but in my six-year primary school career, there are always some failures. This time, it may be the saddest one for me.
It was a math contest in Grade Three. Although I know I'm not the best in math in my class, I'm still relaxed. Practicing full marks in Olympic math class makes me feel very high. And that night I made a test paper, even my mother said it was difficult, and 82 points was not bad. It is in this mood that I walked into the examination room.
The moment I walked out of the examination room, I said something that I thought was exaggerated at that time, and I was glad to pass it.
But the result is more exaggerated. When the words "29 points" popped out of the teacher's mouth, I looked like a statue. I almost cried. I wonder: will the teacher take the wrong test paper? But these three words make me even more disappointed.
Although this paper is difficult, the highest score in the whole grade is three times that of me! When I came home, I was alone in my room, tears streaming down my face. I ate that dinner with tears in my eyes. I hate myself for being so proud. My pride paid off.
Although this year's third prize in math diary made up for my failure, I still remember that failure vividly. He taught me not to be proud, but to walk steadily.