Tears 1 Tears have soaked your eyes.
Looking at Zhang Li's test paper on the podium from a distance, my heart can't help trembling. The above results are hopeless. Not only remembering what happened that day.
I remember that day, the teacher took out a paper and said that he would want archaeological poems tomorrow. The topic is very extensive, which may involve future poems and some ten thousand-word examination papers of chemical biology, and the speaking time is not long, only 10 minutes. Let's have a good exam. On this day, I took a pen and made it on my desk. After a long time, the teacher came over and handed us a piece of paper several meters long in his hand. In my mind, I suddenly remembered a poem called "Three thousands of feet, the Milky Way is suspected to have fallen for nine days". After receiving the paper, I was dumbfounded because there was not a word on it. At this time, the teacher spoke and said that the paper would be collected in ten minutes. The topic of this exam is a paper project about "studying the development and combination of biological genes" I had an idea in my head at once, so I began to write quickly. I was overjoyed to see the classmate next to me win the European war, so I slowed down. Just as I was about to roll it up, I missed the last line. But at this time, my pen suddenly ran out of water. I immediately picked up the ink bottle and began to absorb water. At this time, the words of other students suddenly became faster and faster, all written one millisecond before ringing the bell. The teacher came up to me with a sullen face and said with a heavy tone that you failed because you didn't prepare what you needed in advance. I suddenly burst into tears at this time. I missed the most important exam of my life. I regret it very much and don't know what to do.
At this time, I suddenly found that my tears were constantly enlarged, and the classmates next to me were getting smaller and smaller. I saw the teacher chasing me with his mouth open, but it was getting smaller and smaller. I'm awake. Although it was a dream, my tears were wet and my eyes became blurred.
How many heroes were born in the Olympics? However, those rustling leaves left us too much emotion!
Cheng Fei, who are the tears for?
Repeatedly making mistakes and looking disappointed, Cheng Fei walked along the floor exercise competition area. Hold back, can't bear the disappointment after the broken dream; With strong support, it is difficult to control the flow of tears.
There are too many words, just sipping her mouth and lowering her head, but let the world see her guilt about her hometown. A string of tears, flowing live up to expectations, moved Huangshi, but also moved us.
China women's volleyball team, post-war regret.
After several efforts and fierce battles, the women's volleyball team finally lost to the United States 0-3. Lacrimosa, an old woman volleyball player. But this is not a sign of weakness, but a way for them to vent. In grief, the women's volleyball team is United, which is a sign of their unity. They regard winning as their responsibility. They are not winners, but they touched us with the spirit of women's volleyball.
Emmons, red scarf and green sleeves, heroic tears!
Victory was in sight, but emmons lost the bull's-eye in the last shot because 4. The fourth ring missed the gold medal. History is so similar. He reappeared his dream four years ago and gave China his upcoming gold medal. He is sad and helpless. He accepted it easily and embraced the China players. His courage in the face of failure moved and cheered the world for him.
Liu Xiang had no choice but to quit, tears streaming down her face.
The moment Liu Xiang left the runway, he cried, and the Bird's Nest cried, and the audience was cold. Liu Xiang quit, and no one expected this result! 1356! 65.438+03 billion people, the expectations of 56 nationalities! Liu Xiang has taken on too much. Men have tears and don't flick, but they are helpless. I shed tears just to live up to the expectations of the Chinese people. "Will start all over again", Liu Xiang's promise!
We are sad for Liu Xiang's departure, and even more moved by his persistence. Liu Xiang is still our hero.
The Olympic Games is not a victory or a failure, but a glorious responsibility, a regretless pursuit and an unyielding spirit! Winners and losers are our heroes.
As long as we have worked hard for our dreams, failure is also wonderful, and we are moved by heroic tears!
At the entrance of a small village, a white-haired old man came slowly. He was wearing a tattered military uniform, a pair of Pojun shoes, a wrinkled face and a cane.
He was the lucky one in the Long March. He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't go home until he was eighty. Fifteen years of family, sixty-five years of war.
In the evening, when he entered the village, he met a passerby and asked, "Who else is in my family?" Passers-by sighed and shook their heads again and again, pointing to a cabin and saying, "That's your home. No one has lived there for decades. " Then he turned and left.
The old man walked home slowly. As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw the scene of decay: rabbits entered the house from the old dog hole, leaving only the frame of the house, and pheasant chicks flew around the main beam. Many wasabi grow by the well used to draw water until it is full of ears of grain. On the eaves, the graves are lined up neatly, with tall and stout poplars and pines and cypresses beside them.
He will use these ears of wheat and mustard to make a fire and cook. Soon, the meal was ready, it was dark and the moon came out. The tiles on the house fall off in chunks from time to time, and there is a big hole in the roof. At this time, the moonlight was pale and shone directly at the old man's feet through the hole in the roof. The old man hobbled to the kitchen, put vegetables on a plate and took a chipped bowl to hold rice. At this time, he habitually picked up the bowl, as if to serve it to someone. As soon as his hand was stretched out, he realized that no one else in the family would live long. He immediately retracted his hand, walked to a dusty wooden table in Ji Zhang, put down the plates and bowls, and sat down to eat. The very pale moon is like a dead fish eye in the dark.
He looked at the empty home and thought that no one would accompany him for a meal, which made him sad. He looked up at the moon and sighed, "The moon should know me and meet you in a foreign land every year!" " "
Say that finish, tears poured out. That wrinkled face is full of tears. ...
Tears on the skirt will never dry. ...
Tears Excellent Composition 4 "Students, make an announcement." The calligraphy teacher strode into the classroom and told us about the competition.
My name is at the end of a long list of names. I feel glad that I got the certificate in the last competition. In my heart, I am confident that I will win the prize.
Next comes the day of hard work. The news of the game is like a shot in the arm. There are few voices in class. People who often talk in class on weekdays calm down and work hard for the upcoming competition. I'm probably the only one who thinks I'm self-righteous for my unwarranted self-confidence. The teacher's reminder went unheeded. Although I have seen the efforts of my classmates. But I still slowly dragged my pen.
The game is about to start, and it is a habit for everyone to put their pens in their hands. It's another hot afternoon. I was a little flustered when I learned that there would be a competition in the teacher's mouth tomorrow, but I was soon pressed by my heart and continued my "work" in my notebook. On the last day, I was particularly nervous. Everyone seems to be desperate to get cold feet except me.
On a sunny day, the sun shines on the square and the ground. Several stalls in the distance are where we play. People around have surrounded the playing field. At this time, my heart began to ache faintly. Hand trembling to write the last word, and then fled the scene. Although I was not so confident after the game, I still felt that I could win the prize. After the list of Excellence Award and Good Award came out, I silently walked out of the court. Only two people in the class didn't win the prize, one didn't come and the other was me. My tears slowly dripped on the car, making a "pattering" sound. Only then did I really know that it doesn't matter what you were like in the past, what matters is what you are now.
Although I failed in the competition, I gained "modesty and hard work" and left "arrogance". I was deeply impressed by two lines of tears on the day of the game. As Franklin said, "No animal is more diligent than ants, but it is the most taciturn". In this competition, I learned humility. I deeply remember that I used to cry because of arrogance.
Tears excellent composition 5 "Oh, no! Today is Thursday, it's my turn to take out the garbage! " I shouted, reluctantly picked up the garbage bag and walked down the street.
It's already nine o'clock at night, and the streets at night are empty and extraordinarily quiet. I walked neatly to the trash can, emptied my garbage and walked quickly. After all, such a silent night is a bit scary and creepy!
I was walking when suddenly my hands hugged my leg. I jumped up and almost cried. Looking intently, I found that it was a kind grandfather. "Does the little girl buy light bulbs?" "Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" I didn't answer grandpa's question, but asked him.
"ah? Girl, I sell light bulbs here. My wife is ill, but I have no money to buy medicine for her ... "Grandpa said, and couldn't help crying. "Business is not good today, and I haven't sold a single light bulb. It seems that I can't buy medicine today. " After listening to grandpa's words, I can't help feeling sorry for him and his wife. I felt in my pocket and there was only 20 yuan's money in it.
I asked, "Grandpa, how much is a light bulb?" "Girl, it's ten dollars each." "Grandpa, I'll buy two." I said, and handed the money to grandpa. "Okay, girl. Wait a minute, I'll get it for you ... "
I ran away at once, deliberately not taking two light bulbs. "Grandpa, I want to go home, or I will be beaten by my mother! I won't take the light bulb, remember to buy medicine for grandma! "
I ran to the door and turned around to find grandpa secretly wiping his tears. "Thank you, girl!" "Grandpa shouted.
Early in the morning, after the baptism of rain last night, the lotus in the yard dripped small dew and slipped on the leaves without trace. I walked out of the door and found that grandpa and his wife had left without a trace.
Last night's "tears" and early morning's "tears" are so familiar, the kind of tears without "traces" ...
I haven't written for a week, but I know I don't want to write. Still can't write it yourself? Let me write it again today! How much love can a tear carry? What is the weight of a tear? How long will it take for a tear to fall? Is it enough to find everything you lost or wanted? confused ...
Everyone has a favorite person in their hearts, and they can't let go. When she left you, she found that a tear could fall so fast that she couldn't even feel her heartache, so the tear fell. There is always a person who makes another person heartache, and there is always a person who makes another person cry. Who is whose heartache? Whose tears are they? Who is who's favorite? If I were your tears, who would be my tears?
Man is the most fragile animal. When everyone is vulnerable, what does it feel like to break your heart and cry in front of the person you love, and people fall down bit by bit? Only when the line of defense in my heart is really passively destroyed can I show my weakness. It's easy to lose, but it's hard to get, especially if you want to have it after losing it, so tears are the only comfort. In the dead of night, you know that tears are also a poison, a poison that is difficult to quit. The poison is him and the antidote is her.
Love can't bear too many tears. Love is too light and tears are too heavy. Whoever breaks down first will cry first. In fact, people who win are not happy. I can't cry with you, but I can't comfort you by watching you cry. As long as I gently hold you in my arms, no one can bear such a simple action. What you are crying is your eyes, maybe he is crying is his heart. Just, can you see him crying? Still care?
I just want to ask-
If I were your tears, who would be my tears … Goodbye dear … Please take good care of yourself for me … You will be happy …
Tears 7 Tears, when it comes to tears, I think of joy instead of sadness.
When I was in the third grade, my academic performance was relatively backward, but my mother often taught me: "Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that I don't know the reason for failure." In fact, I envy those good students from the bottom of my heart, watching them walk onto the podium with a big smile, thinking, "Why can only they go to the podium, and why can't I?" "So I made up my mind to catch up with them and even surpass them!
So, I listened carefully in class, reviewed what the teacher said after class, took out the papers I had tested before, summarized the questions I was not good at in my notebook, and studied the methods of various questions. I usually read more books, and when I meet good words and sentences, I will extract them into this book immediately.
After a month of reinvention, I used to feel dizzy when I saw the questions, but now I like to do them. On the day of the exam, I walked into the examination room with confidence, thinking: I must not let my mother down this time, let alone live up to my efforts for a month! "I got the test paper, and I wrote it when the corners of my mouth rose slightly.
After two days, I finally got the result. I looked at the long ranking list and found that the first place was actually my name. I can't help bursting into tears, because my efforts have not been in vain!
Later, the school organized a competition for community activities. I want to take part in the art competition, but my classmates think I can't. I secretly vowed in my heart that I must impress them. After unremitting efforts, I finally showed my talents in the art competition and won the first prize. My classmates looked at me in surprise, and I shed tears of joy.
All achievements are hard-earned, and hard work pays off.
Cicada is the countdown bell outside the window, the test score is climbing vines, and youth is us running on the playground.
I still remember that winter, the weather was unusually cold compared with the previous winter. Every morning and evening, under the street lamp, I will pass by the figure of riding a bicycle, clenching my fists with both hands, and my neck can't wait to shrink into my clothes; The sound of my efforts to endorse is rippling in the classroom. As soon as the results of the third monthly exam came out, my ranking fell like a roller coaster from the peak. The teacher also talked to me, saying that I had a bad study attitude before the exam, so I jumped out to play after class, but I was in a daze and aimless in class.
After that exam, I sealed my favorite "dressing box" and picked up my study again. The exercise book is full of knowledge points, and the pen is wet with sweat again and again. Every night when I go home, the campus is quiet, and even my uncle who is the doorman knows me. Time passes day after day, month after month. Overnight, the earth became a silver world, but because of the rain and snow, I had to walk to and from school, and even that could not stop me from moving forward. I am walking on the white road, and my mouth is still mumbling knowledge points. The darkness before dawn is even more desolate. I turned around and looked out, and saw footprints step by step, which was also a beautiful scenery.
When the final exam results were handed out, my grades returned to their usual level. At this time, the stone in my heart finally fell into my stomach. I opened my long-lost "dressing box" again, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on it, sealing up my past efforts and tears.
The afterglow of the sunset illuminates my efforts, and the pictures of the past are engraved on my face. Flowers bloom and fall, and I struggle; Wind and rain, I am strong and unyielding; Even if you shed tears, run!
I can't stop the tears flowing downwards. I would like to become a drop of water in the sea. Forgotten, abandoned, discriminated against.
I once said to myself that I can never break the "line" of that rule, but I can't do it forever because it makes me very painful. Even in beautiful flowers, there are times of gratitude. This line sometimes breaks.
Tears are salty, and there are countless sorrows in your life, which will be borne by you. I used to be an unusually cheerful girl, but because of the discrimination of my classmates, my vigorous youth fire-went out. But so what? Before evening self-study, there was a discussion in my ear, and I had a pair of distrustful eyes when I signed up for the composition contest. Have you ever felt that pain? My heart is crying, but who knows? My only comfort to myself is to sing silently for myself before going to bed. Make up some beautiful fairy tales. It is raining. It's the sky crying. Fell down, nobody. I can only stumble step by step.
There is a beautiful rose in the crystal ball, which is the little prince's rose flower. Roses are kept in a crystal ball with some colorful pieces of paper. "It's so beautiful!" "His favorite rose is actually dead. Whenever he thinks the rose is dead, he always says to himself, "No, it is not dead. I just sleep when I am tired. "Fate is cruel, but we can't be like goldfish, because its memory is only seven seconds. In the face of endless sadness, no one can help you, you can only bear it silently. Even a perfect defense will be broken; Even in the vast sea, it sometimes dries up; No matter how beautiful the jewelry is, it will be dull. The video of fate is playing, and the trajectory of life is changing.
I would like to be a drop of water in the sea, drifting and confused.
There are all kinds of tears in life, tears of gratitude, tears of injustice, tears of sadness and so on. And what I remember vividly are those two times. ...
Once, on the morning of 1 October1Sunday, we got up early to watch the ceremony in the morning. At eight o'clock, the ceremony began. We sat on the sofa excitedly and watched the soldiers raise the flag. They walked slowly from Tiananmen Square to the place where the flag was raised with neat steps. They couldn't relax for a moment, so they walked on sullenly. When the flag is raised, only when the national anthem rings, the flag bearer raises the red flag high, and the five-star red flag is particularly dazzling in the sun; Under the breeze, the five-star red flag flutters with the wind! People's eyes have been following the five-star red flag. Every time I see him, China people are very proud. I shed tears of excitement at this moment.
At that time, the ceremony of 10/day made me shed tears of excitement, and this time, I shed tears of gratitude.
I didn't bring my compass in the final exam, so I was in a hurry, so I asked what happened to me at the back table. "What if there is no compass exam!" I said I was in a hurry. "I'll lend it to you and we'll use it together in the future." I did it at that time and said "thank you". Thanks to the compasses on the back desk, my test paper didn't lose points. I shed tears of thanks in my heart.
Tears are the most easily moved thing for a person. It comes from the depths of the soul, and purity and holiness are its labels; Clear and transparent is its color; Its taste is either bitter or sweet. Every tear has its own story, and the story of every tear depends on its source, so every tear is different.
Tears 1 1 Sorrow brings us tears, anger brings us water, trouble brings us tears, and joy brings us tears. Every tear is a story, and every tear constitutes a memory. ...
I always wanted to be a small host when I was a child, and I felt very proud to stand on the stage. In the third grade, I finally had the opportunity to participate in the selection of the host.
I was confident, but I seemed to be overconfident. We sat down and listened carefully to the rules. The teacher said to us, "Students, we have specially prepared a host for you this time, so you can choose the host." At some point, the teacher took out a moderator's speech and showed it to us. Whoever reads well will be the moderator. My heart began to feel uneasy, and I was even more uneasy when I saw those dense black fonts. Nevertheless, confident, I was the first to raise my hand: "Teacher, I'll go first!" " "Good, come on!" I went up to get the manuscript and suddenly panicked: what should I do? I don't know any of these words, dear! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Seeing the commotion below, I had to bite the bullet and start. Just after reading a sentence, I bowed awkwardly and went down. Watching others read fluently, I clenched my fist. Secretly cheer for yourself, be sure to work hard!
In the selection of the fourth grade, my ability improved a lot, I overcame all the difficulties and got the final ranking. When I heard my name appear on the final list, my tears suddenly overflowed my eyes. Those are not tears of sadness, but tears of joy!
"Failure is the mother of success", the first attempt will not succeed, but as long as you work hard, you will succeed the second time. On the way to success, I shed tears of happiness in the dawn of victory!
Tears 12 On a winding mountain road, when the sun was shining at noon, a man was walking on this rugged mountain road with a heavy basket of coal on his back and was browned by the sun. His hair was dyed gray by coal ash, and his hat was a little crooked. The clothes he wears are worn out long ago, but instead of throwing them away when they are worn out, we use some rags to mend the clothes. His shoes are worn out and his toes are exposed. His toe grazed the stone and bled. There are still many inflamed wounds that hurt faintly, but he always gritted his teeth and survived. In the wind and rain, he walked in the wind and rain without hesitation, climbed up coal piles and hills tirelessly, and sometimes slipped and got up to pick up coal. Sometimes the waist flashes and breaks, and the workers say to him, "Rest, rest!" " You haven't rested for a long time! We will ask the boss for leave! "But he said casually," Nothing, nothing, this little injury is common. This little injury can't stop me! "The workers always shake their heads and walk away when they hear this. He stood up again and walked into the mountain stream.
It's hard to imagine that this is a story of a 17-year-old child being forced to make money. In the city, 17-year-old children are freshmen, making money by transporting coal, and they can only earn 1 yuan each time. In the city, children rarely have 5 yuan a month, and many have hundreds of dollars. Please calm down and think about how many times this 17-year-old child has run. Please donate your pocket money to write about some poor children here! Stop buying snacks. Please think before you buy snacks: "17-year-old children can only earn 1 yuan every time they transport coal"!
You said we would go far, far away.
That summer, you tried your best to keep me safe.
We agreed to disappear instantly.
Why can't you see my wet face?
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Suddenly looking back, you disappeared. I sought and believed my dream, but I was finally buried by disappointment.
Looking for you ruined my youth.
Loving you has aged me for a century.
Waiting for you, but it's 1000 km short.
Our love is destined to be buried. Our love can only be used as a pastime. This is just a game. Your words plunged my persistence into the abyss. Love or not, it's all your words, but I ignore your loopholes and love you like life. If you haven't loved, then commitment is a mistake after all? If I am sad, can I live a good life as long as I can forget you? Can you tell me you love me for the last time, even if you lie to me?
You and she walked past me, I stared at you quietly, and she asked if you knew me. I hope you say no, in that case, I can still think that you love me, but hope is dashed. Just a friend. I'm just your friend.
I laughed and burst into tears. People in the street, pointing and heartbroken, have spread to the end of their lives.
I didn't want to love you so much, but I walked into your gentle whirlpool step by step.
Once you had a dream for my tender love. You once loved me. It was a dream. When I wake up, my feelings will naturally break. The so-called love and not love have all vanished in the past years.
Finally, I cried goodbye, but I didn't want to. A fruitless meeting doomed a short-lived love. Your sight, my pale face, everything has already been scattered into the past.
Although it snowed heavily last night, there was no sound at all, just like a kitten walking. The little snowflake wanted to surprise the people who were sleeping in the house, and heard people open the window early in the morning and shout, "Ah! It's snowing! " What a warm cheer! "Little snowflake psychological dawn, the tree became a snow tree, the house became a snow house, and even the path was almost buried.
This should be the first time that the little snowflake scattered on the road speculates noisily: "The first one who found us today must be the mother who went to buy food." "Not necessarily, maybe an uncle went to work." Snowflakes are talking noisily. At this moment, I saw a door open and an uncle came out of the room. Snowflake immediately closed her mouth and pricked up her ears, but uncle didn't say a word for a long time. Strangely, he was on crutches when he was very young.
Snowflake was very angry and thought: This uncle is too cold and doesn't care about us at all! So, they turned over hard together and let their uncle fall to the ground. Little snowflake is much happier! Snowflakes are angry, and the consequences are very serious. But my uncle didn't get up immediately after he fell to the ground, but stroked the little snowflake. After a while, he shouted excitedly in the air: "It's snowing! It's snowing! " All the doors and windows are open. People shouted happily, "It's snowing!" . Just as Snowflake was wondering, a boy came running to him and said, "Uncle Blind, thank you for telling us it's snowing. The snow is really beautiful! "
Snowflake was surprised. What? Is this a blind uncle? We also let him wrestle. The blind uncle walked farther and farther on crutches. Looking at the back of the blind uncle, they finally could not help but quietly shed tears.
At this time, careful people can hear the tears of snowflakes dripping from trees and eaves.
Tears excellent composition 15 This is an unforgettable experience. When others were laughing, I left deep tears.
"Jingle bells ..." When the class began, the teacher came into the classroom, with a pile of papers in his hand. I have great confidence in this exam. The teacher began to read out the scores. Because the teacher read from high to low, I thought I would be in the front. The other students went to get their own papers one by one. My deskmate said happily to me, "Look, I got 92 points." I smiled nervously at him and thought, will I get 90? What should I do? I'm already dead. If I get 90 points, if I get 90 points ... there should be the last one with more than 90 points, right? My deskmate comforted me: "It must be yours, it must be yours!" " "But after all, it's not me.
The next one is more than 80 points and less than 90 points.
The students were holding papers one by one, and I was holding a pen, which made me sweat. Finally called me, 83 points, not even 85! A torrent welled up in my eyes and a tear fell on my test paper. I was absent-minded all the way home, thinking about how to explain to my mother. When I got downstairs, my eyes flashed with tears, but I endured it because I couldn't let my mother know that I was crying. Walking to the door, I knocked on the door nervously. Mother opened the door and I walked into the house with heavy steps. Looking at my mother, I feel like a thousand pounds of iron.
I finished my homework early. The whole process of eating was silent, and my mother suddenly said, "I see you changed the test paper for today's homework." How many points did you get? " This sentence broke the silence of the night. "I got eight points ... eight points ... eighty-three points ..." "God, look at this test you did. I'm bored! I don't want to say it, you can do it yourself. " I only ate a little of this meal and went back to my room, tears streaming down my face.
I went to bed, turned off the light and hid under the quilt. My tears broke the silence of the night. On this quiet night ...