I am a girl who loves to cry. I will cry when everyone raises a glass to wish each other. You cry when you are praised.
I don't know why, but my tears are always inexplicable but difficult to control. My parents said it was because my lacrimal glands were too developed. Maybe it's true. In my heart, my tears always fall inexplicably, like a helpless leaf, I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going. I just fall silently and die.
Until one day, I really understood tears and the most beautiful and true appearance of people-crying. At that time, I discovered how naive the tears I shed before were, which can also be called immature ignorance of children! At that time, however, beauty was a heartfelt feeling, a perfect feeling.
That is, not long ago, I was still a primary school student and a little girl who yearned for middle school and looked forward to middle school life. However, on the day I officially left my alma mater, immersed in the graduation ceremony, I cried, which was the kind of cry that I couldn't shed a few tears, but my heart was full of sadness.
Because, I found that my yearning was wrong and worth hesitating. Standing alone on the familiar pitch, I recall the time I spent in this primary school: I was disgusted by quarreling with my classmates; It is the joy of being praised by the teacher; It is dissatisfaction when being bullied by a big boy; It is also unspeakable sadness after losing the game ... and all this once, at that moment, can only precipitate into a few tears.
The wind blows to me, patting my face washed away by parting tears and surrounded by parting pain. Suddenly, I woke up again and left the green stadium step by step. It seems that this will be the last time I walk in this stadium that contains my joys and sorrows. Maybe it's true.
Walking in every corner of the campus, I bowed my head and shed tears, and I was inexplicably afraid of the middle school campus-there must be no place I am familiar with and no partner I like! I think so pessimistically. Evening, go home.
When I was lying in bed, I seriously thought about the question "What are tears?". Finally found the answer with the mood of that day. Tears are the seeds I am willing to plant for my feelings. Yes! Tears are such a seed, which bears all my emotional accumulation and precipitation, and takes root in this beautiful but unfamiliar land of Yucai No.2 Middle School ... If you are satisfied and praised, thank you and wish you a smooth study.
2. 800 words on the topic of tears. A crystal tear slides down your cheek ... You may feel a lot at the moment when the tears flow down; But when the tears shed, will you remember that it touched your heart?
Tears are small, but they contain many things. Crying doesn't mean being sad; Tears are not traces of pain.
In the impression of ordinary people, tears are a symbol of pain. After the pain, I often want to cry; I often feel much better after crying.
When you encounter setbacks, you cry to get rid of them; Suffering from pain, there are tears to comfort ... Over time, crying has become a tool for the world to paralyze itself. Tears make people hypocritical and choose to escape from everything.
Gradually, tears lost their true meaning and became evil things, making the world fragile ... In this case, tears became synonymous with cowardice. Everyone is running away and ashamed to cry.
Then they realized that the real mistake was not in tears, but in themselves. When you are sad and painful, cry loudly to paralyze yourself and get rid of suffering; When there is no pain, I refuse tears and never think it brings me relief.
I am ashamed that human beings think they are smart. The barrier of the soul abandons the true meaning of tears, just for the sake of false strength, just to prevent yourself from being "cowardly" ... cowardly, tears represent cowardice! ? I can only smile bitterly.
That's great. ? Isn't this a great irony! In my opinion, tears don't mean cowardice. No matter how strong a person is, even if his heart is made of iron, there will be tears.
Being touched and experiencing pain, for many reasons. But no matter what, tears are always irresistible.
At the same time, tears are not a tool to paralyze yourself, but an expression of emotions ... Cry when you are sad, tears can smooth the pain in your heart, and the unhappiness and pain in your heart will flow away with tears. After crying, you may feel it.
You paid, even if you didn't get anything, you won't have any regrets. Tears are not a patent of cowardice, and truly strong people will not suppress their tears.
Out of the track can take away the pain; Flowing into my heart, but pregnant with another kind of pain. When you are happy, excitement can make you cry, it can double your happiness, and everything in the world is so beautiful.
After the tears, I look back at the road I walked, which was not smooth at all, but you came. Tears always appear when your heart surges. Don't deliberately suppress them, let them fall freely.
Ripples in my heart, tears streaming down my face, make myself comfortable and free myself. Cry, no one will say that you are not, and no one is qualified to say that you are right or wrong.
A really smart person won't keep his worries in his heart. If tears bring you pain, let them flow away and your heart will be comforted; If tears bring you happiness, let them float and bring some happiness to others.
Don't pretend to be strong inside, it's fake. Giving up the expression of true feelings for that fake thing, such a person loses his soul and is wrapped in a shell, which is hypocritical! 2010-03-3121:32 tears, what a confusing word, mean suffering, frustration and hardship, and are the root of pain! Success, what a desirable word, is pride and proud capital, which explains the brilliance of achievement! Throughout the ages, people long for success and despise tears! In fact, they all entered a blind spot. Without effort, they shed bitter tears. Where can they get brilliant achievements and happy smiles? There is an inevitable connection between tears and success. Only with bitter tears can we hold up the ship of life and sail to the other side of success.
& lt& gt As the saying goes, "Heaven will descend on people, so we must first suffer from their minds, bones and muscles, starve their bodies and skin, and mess with their actions, so their patience has benefited their health." As early as thousands of years ago, the ancients in China had a deep understanding of tears and success, which inspired us! A good jade must be tempered and carefully carved before it can become the first-class treasure of the value border town! By pushing things and people, it can be seen that if a person wants to accomplish something, he must stand the test of fate, shed painful tears, make his mind tough and have extraordinary perseverance, increase his original ability, and make himself have the body and mind to achieve great things! From ancient times to the present, there are many bright spots in China's long history! Sima Qian, a great man, had a rough life and experienced hardships. In order to defend his friends, his bright future has undergone great changes! During the long night, bitter tears flowed through his cheeks. However, these bitter tears made him wake up, cheer up again, endure great physical and mental pain, and work hard with his own perseverance. & gt, famous in ancient and modern times! He left a wonderful story of "the historian's swan song, Li Sao has no rhyme" and became a giant in people's minds! Han Xin was bullied in his childhood and resented his unfair fate. To this end, he once shed tears at the vast seaside! However, the tears of pain washed away his inner cowardice, but made him optimistic, persistent and determined! Later, Huang Maoer, who was "a disgrace to his legs", became a famous star and a historical celebrity, and was admired by later generations! The giants of these times strongly affirmed the inevitable connection between tears and success with their deeds, and tears are one of the factors that lead to success! "The edge of the sword grinds itself, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is bitter and cold."
Although, in the long road of life, we will suffer great or small pain! However, there is no need to suppress yourself. If necessary, we should wash away our complicated feelings with tears and face all the tests in life with a clear mind! As long as Li Bai's "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" is free and easy, it will eventually "Dapeng will rise with the wind and soar for nine Wan Li" and reach a satisfactory end! End the colorful life with the petals of victory. Success needs the watering of tears. Only through painful tears can we have a happy smile.
3. Write 800 words of tears on the topic of tears
I graduated, and I will graduate soon. Every time I see those familiar faces, I am busy shuttling through the classroom with message books one by one, and my heart will twitch violently when I meet those eyes full of attachment and moisture. There are thousands of words of thanks to the teacher, and thousands of words of blessings to Qian Qian, but I can't say anything. I am very sad, tears burst my banks. ...
Looking back three years ago, I was 13 years old and proudly and excitedly stepped into the school gate of this middle school. At that moment, I solemnly told myself: I grew up, I am a middle school student!
That kind of shyness, that kind of touch, is still vivid in my mind.
In a blink of an eye, three years passed quietly, and I changed from a naive child to a girl who can tell the truth. This kind of growth is inseparable from everyone; We have established a deep friendship with our classmates. We care about each other and help each other. We study together and make progress together. We play together and chat together. Every happy day is inseparable from everyone. ...
There are also feelings that can't be said with the teacher, the teacher's concern, the teacher's encouragement, the teacher's scolding and the teacher's. ...
But now, we're going to be apart. How can I not feel sad and disappointed in my heart?
4. Ask for a composition with tears as the topic. I graduated in tears in about 800 words.
Every time I see those familiar faces, I am busy shuttling in the classroom with a message book, and my heart will twitch violently when I meet those eyes full of attachment and moisture. The emotion surge, there are Qian Qian's thanks to the teacher and Qian Qian's blessings from Qian Qian to tell the students, but nothing can be said.
Sad, tears burst its banks ... recalling three years ago, 13 years old, I stepped into the school gate of this middle school proudly and excitedly. At that moment, I solemnly told myself: I grew up, I am a middle school student! That kind of shyness, that kind of touch is still vivid in my mind. In a blink of an eye, three years passed quietly, and I changed from a naive child to a girl who can tell the truth. This kind of growth is inseparable from everyone; We have established a deep friendship with our classmates. We care about each other and help each other. We study together and make progress together. We play together and chat together. Every happy day can't be separated from everyone ... who has unspeakable feelings for our teachers, their care, their encouragement, their scolding and their ... but now, we have to part. How can I not feel sad? Tears flowed down involuntarily ... looking at the desks and chairs in the classroom, looking at the tall teaching building and the wide playground, and then touching the grass and trees on campus, I was so lost and attached! I'm leaving my alma mater, the middle school that raised me for three years. What can I leave for my alma mater? I shook my head blankly, and my tears fell to the ground and broke.
Bow deeply to the teacher again and say, "teacher, you have worked hard!" Thank you, teacher! " And send red carnations as the last gift; Say to the students again: "take care, friends, have a good trip!" " "And pass on my own little card and send my last farewell wishes ... goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, class! At that moment, my tears never stopped.
In this 800-word narrative composition entitled "A Drop of Tears", the rain outside the house falls in the air, banging on the glass and rustling the sand. She interrupted my dream by skipping the last waltz. She is a tear of God, but she is not sad. Looking at the dark sky outside the window, listening to the sound of rain, the sound of rain all over the sky stirred the melody in my heart, and the viewer hid the sound of rain. I couldn't help but recall the past of primary school, and opened the exercise book page by page, recording every smile and every tear on it. When I walked into the classroom, the air was filled with tension and the students' faces were full of sadness. That's because it was the last day of our primary school. Teacher Ge went to the lecture hall and put on a serious expression as before: "This is your last day of primary school, and you will soon." Six years have passed, although I am a little strict with you, I also know that you complain that I have given you too much homework and too much pressure, but this is all in the hope of hello ... "Suddenly the teacher choked, and I clearly saw the teacher's tears spinning in her eyes, and her eyes were red. She seemed to say that she would go out to answer the phone on the pretext of not making us sad, but I saw the teacher walk out of the classroom and quickly wiped the tears from her face with her hands. I didn't expect that. Teacher Ge, who has always been called a strong woman, actually cried. The teacher never cried in front of our eyes, except that time ... it was a sunny day. But in terms of language, when Mr. Ge is away, everyone is in a mess and the voice in the classroom is very loud. At this moment, Mr. Ge suddenly appeared and arrested some naughty guys. The teacher hit their palms halfway with a ruler. You let me down so much that we ran out. We were silent. It's not as noisy as before. We all bowed our heads. Those naughty villains also sobbed quietly ... Dangdang, the clock struck eight, and the teacher came back and said, I didn't listen to a word. I just feel my nose is sour and tears are coming out of my eyes. I looked up and many students cried.
6. Random thoughts on 800-word composition with tears as the topic
Once I sat in a rocking chair at home and asked myself, "What are tears?" Is it the sublimation of emotion? Is it words when you are excited? Is it a fragile confession? Or is it heartbreaking? No, none! In my heart, tears are wishes.
Seeds planted for feelings.
I am a girl who loves to cry. I will cry when everyone raises a glass to wish each other. You cry when you are praised. I don't know why, but my tears are always inexplicable but difficult to control. My parents said it was because my lacrimal glands were too developed. Maybe it's true. In my heart, my tears always fall inexplicably, like a helpless leaf, I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going. I just fall silently and die.
Until one day, I really understood tears and the most beautiful and true appearance of people-crying. At that time, I discovered how naive the tears I shed before were, which can also be called immature ignorance of children! At that time, however, beauty was a heartfelt feeling, a perfect feeling.
That is, not long ago, I was still a primary school student and a little girl who yearned for middle school and looked forward to middle school life. However, on the day I officially left my alma mater, immersed in the graduation ceremony, I cried, which was the kind of cry that I couldn't shed a few tears, but my heart was full of sadness. Because, I found that my yearning was wrong and worth hesitating.
Standing alone on the familiar pitch, I recall the time I spent in this primary school: I was disgusted by quarreling with my classmates; It is the joy of being praised by the teacher; It is dissatisfaction when being bullied by a big boy; It is also unspeakable sadness after losing the game ... and all this once, at that moment, can only precipitate into a few tears. The wind blows to me, patting my face washed away by parting tears and surrounded by parting pain. Suddenly, I woke up again and left the green stadium step by step. It seems that this will be the last time I walk in this stadium that contains my joys and sorrows. Maybe it's true.
Walking in every corner of the campus, I bowed my head and shed tears, and I was inexplicably afraid of the middle school campus-there must be no place I am familiar with and no partner I like! I think so pessimistically.
Evening, go home. When I was lying in bed, I seriously thought about the question "What are tears?". Finally found the answer with the mood of that day. Tears are the seeds I am willing to plant for my feelings. Yes! Tears are such a seed. They took away all my emotional accumulation, carried all my emotional precipitation, and took root in this beautiful but unfamiliar land of Yucai No.2 Middle School ... If you are satisfied, you will be praised, thank you. Good luck with your studies.
7. It is a girl's nature to write a narrative on the topic of "tears", and 800 words are easy to cry.
I remember my mother once said to me, "Tears are of great use to us." And the father said: "Men don't flick when they have tears!" But I have heard such a song "man, cry, cry, it's not a crime!" " "In fact, tears are not only an expression of excitement or extreme sadness, but also an expression of release, relief and love.
Life needs tears. Because I am busy with the mid-term exam, I am very nervous as if there is no nerve in my body to relax. In this way, I was wrapped tightly like a bandage for a week, and finally ushered in the long-awaited Saturday.
God, please have pity on me. I sat stiffly in the car on my way home, looking at the papers that seemed to be fluttering in front of me and those that were "fast" in the middle of the night, and I couldn't help sighing.
Imagine going home to have a good time and let my "mommy" out for the time being, but my father's voice came at me like a thunder, so I climbed upstairs stiffly, locked the door, squatted down quietly, and silently let the crystal tears pour down in that corner. Understand that this is not my silent resistance to my father, but a "summary" of this whole "lingering" week.
This is a vent, not a release. Tears are my best weapon at the moment.
I want to cry, I will never bow to setbacks, tears have witnessed my determination. Frustration is not terrible, and these tears are not discouraged. They remind me of my confidence to get up and move on.
So I rearranged my luggage and reminded myself to face the challenge bravely and easily. Life needs tears.
Although being strong is a spirit worth pursuing, tears are also worth loving. I will cry when faced with sudden setbacks. These tears are not cowardice, not fear, but the force that urges me to move forward bravely.
I cried when I saw my adopted ducklings leave one by one. These tears are not complaints, not sadness, but love, which is my sincere affection. I cried when I saw that touching story, that touching movie. These tears are not contempt, not sadness. But admiration.
Please believe me. Life needs tears. When you are suffering from something, please cry.
When you cheer, please cry. Please believe that this is a true feeling and a deep monologue.
After the tears, no matter how fierce the wind is; The roar of rain; We can still see the bright sunshine! Please take a closer look. If there is anything inappropriate in it, and it doesn't conform to your own reality, change it yourself.