Tears welled up in his eyes, he was warm-hearted, pretending to be crazy, saddened, carried away, carried away and impassioned.
Happiness, happiness, melancholy, worry, happiness, loss, contradiction, pain, hope, peace, firmness, hesitation, pain, hope, happiness, melancholy, trouble, happiness, loss, happiness, peace, contradictory happiness, happiness, melancholy, trouble, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness, loss, contradiction, pain.
Ecstasy, unhappiness, melancholy, greed, laziness, desire, pride, jealousy, anger, sadness, loss of confidence, loss of confidence, ecstasy, ecstasy, beaming, beaming, smiling, beaming.
2. Description of an emotional environment of joys and sorrows: He holds his youngest son wholeheartedly, and a shallow smile appears on his face.
In her eyes, there is a gentle and loving spring flowing slowly and gently outward, with such a satisfied and happy smile on her lips. She was in the seventh heaven of rapture.
In the face of this natural glory, an intoxicating happiness and infinite tenderness saturated her gentle heart. This is her sunrise! Her dawn! The beginning of her life! The rise of her hope! She is eager to embrace the sun and extend her arms to the splendid space.
Anger: He can't calm down. He walked up and down the room. His bronzed face turned blue, his muscles twitched, and the veins stood out on his temples suddenly exploded. The joy before suddenly turned into a dark cloud, shrouded in his face and condensed in his heart. His big eyes lost that charming charm. Ai: He can't go on. A bitter, hot and irritable gas choked his throat. His voice sobbed and tears welled up in his face.
He felt that he had fallen into the abyss. Darkness pressed him like a mountain and drowned him like the sea. He can't talk or breathe. There is no pain in the world that can compare with his pain at the moment. This kind of pain is so sharp, so deep, so complicated and so heavy.
Le: You are smiling happily, and you are not tired. Smiling with youthful light, like a water lily quietly blooming after a summer rain, with crystal dew and a shy and elegant nod.
3. The composition "My joys and sorrows" describing joys and sorrows
Presumably, in life, everyone has his own joys and sorrows. Do you want to hear my joys and sorrows?
happy
At the time of the final exam, I was bent on getting a good grade, so after I finished writing, I carefully checked, not only carefully read the topic several times, but also checked the draft book, checked it again and scrutinized it again. I'm afraid of which question is wrong and which new word is wrong. Finally, I got 100 in math and 98 in Chinese. I was very happy, especially in Chinese. I didn't even dare to think, "Oh! Is this my paper? Hmm! Yes, yes, happy, happy ... Hey, how can I be so arrogant ... I should be modest ... "
angry
During the Chinese New Year, children all set off fireworks and firecrackers. Of course, I am no exception. I played with some friends and set off fireworks. I have a sister. She is four years old. She is cute and naughty. I love and hate her. When she set off fireworks, I squatted next to her and asked, "Is it fun? ..... "Suddenly she knocked on the fireworks stick with sparks on my forehead, and I stood up in pain. She even smiled. I saw it and scolded her loudly, but I didn't know she was sticking out her tongue at me. I was so angry that I really wanted to slap her, but I was afraid that menstruation would say I bullied her. Oh, forget it, but I'm still angry.
sympathize with
The teacher assigned a lot of homework. At half past nine, I haven't finished my homework, but my eyes are already at war. Slowly, my eyes are getting narrower and narrower, and my vision is getting blurred ... Oh, no! My eyebrows turned up hard and my eyes were wide open. See if I still close my eyes! Alas, it's hard for students to have a good sleep now! "How much sadness can you have, just like ten rivers flowing eastward." entreat ...
happy
On Monday, the teacher was reading the diary, and I was also writing the good ones! Besides, I picked a diary from those diaries and read it. Although I am not the best writer, I am content to be among the top few. Besides, I will work harder. After the teacher finished reading my diary, I smiled on the surface, but I was thinking in my heart, "Oh dear! My name is on it! Well, I'm so happy! Calm down, such a big thing is so happy and worthless! But I am still very happy, no, I will work harder and strive for more praise! -Well, I'm sorry, is it too vain? "
In fact, our life is a symphony. Sometimes it is cheerful, sometimes it is high, sometimes it is tactful, sometimes it is sad ...... Write the song of life!
I want to write a composition about emotions. My summer vacation is happy and colorful.
During my holiday, the happiest thing was that my family went to the Central and Southern Baigrasslands. That Sunday, my family went to the Central and South Hundred Grassland by bus.
As soon as we get there, we can see a large green meadow. The sky is light blue, with a few white clouds floating.
There are some horses walking up and down on the grass as if they were taking a walk. Several horseheads nestled on their heads and ate grass leisurely.
One or two people are feeding the horse and are in close contact with it. Although the Central South Hundred Grassland is not as vast as the prairie, with yurts and flocks of cattle and sheep, it is also very lively, beautiful and distinctive.
We visited the beautiful grassland for a while, and we are going to have a picnic on a meadow. Sitting on the grass, enjoying the air and beautiful scenery while eating delicious food.
It's really a pleasure to enjoy. Eat, find an amusement park to play.
The amusement park there is different from the amusement park in the city. The toys there are for your physical strength. You can't do without a good figure.
I climbed a chain first. I climbed the climber, almost to the end. I'm scared, as if I'm going to fall from it. Finally, my father helped me up.
My father and I stood in the tall wooden house, and saw my mother playing happily on the swing, and my grandfather and they were walking on the wooden bridge, having a good time. After a while, I looked at the map and found a cooler place-the racecourse.
When we arrived at the racetrack, an uncle chose two good horses for his father and another uncle. Uncle whipped the horse and the horse ran away. Dad grabbed the reins and rushed ahead majestically. The uncle was timid, but he slowly caught up. At Gaopo, Dad worked hard and rushed to the finish line.
When he came back, his father smiled and said, "Riding is so cool. That silly boy was livid and scared! " "I also want to ride a horse. Dad found me a smaller bordeaux horse, and my uncle put me on the horse. I'm nervous and excited, but this is the first time I've ever ridden a horse! I grabbed the reins and walked around the racecourse. My mother even took a picture of me! When I wasn't looking, my uncle slapped the horse and it ran away like crazy. I was shocked, tightened the rope and shouted, "grandpa ma, grandpa ma, please stop!" "Maybe my rope was too tight, maybe my' prayer' played a role and the horse stopped.
I'm relieved. The Central South Hundred Grassland is so fun, not only * *, but also very interesting.
Grief continues. I hung the night gently on the treetops and wanted to walk alone with the flowing clouds.
The silence of the night reminds me of my own thoughts. Perhaps it is the lonely waiting that makes me form the habit of helplessness. Flowers bloom and fall. Whose palm holds up the dim moonlight and sprinkles a little red, introducing me into a world with boundless thoughts. Vanity that is difficult to heal often spreads in the heart. The eyes I am looking for are dazzling and desolate white when I walk through the city. Night is black that spreads in drunkenness, and loneliness is a flower that grows in the dark. The hidden loners pass through the night, and the lonely breath keeps flowing, turning into flowers that bloom at night. The desolate and beautiful nothingness floats away, driven by the depths of the soul, and all kinds of sadness are interpreted in the desolation.
When the last drop moves helplessly before our eyes, if the shadow flutters, it can't find a home in the bleak wind, and then it disappears, raising a pale blue powder. The past is constantly deforming and dissipating, and memories and thoughts are flying in the night sky, and I don't know where to go. What is connected is forgetting and disappearing, the betrayal of Dongfeng is ruthless, the fallen petal is so rogue, and the rogue finally leaves.
In this fuzzy world, who has ever seen those scattered and broken unrequited love, after a long search, broke into the eyes of expectation, but did not know that the defects in the world had been exposed in an instant, plundered the only beauty in the dark, and covered up the lingering love in the hazy Miri, Malaysia with leisure stains. Maybe they have long lost their so-called home, maybe they just want to find the dissipated soul, maybe they can only continue their sorrow.
One of my favorite books is about love relay. My dream is to watch the national flag rise. Based on honesty, the old carpenter made a chair that made people "tell the truth"; Diligent and self-reliant, 8-year-old Ni Dongyan supported her family.
This is a touching story that has been shown to us by solving Rongming's shame and establishing a new style. These stories made me deeply educated, and the story that touched me most was the chair invented by the old carpenter, which made people "tell the truth".
& lt-& gt； This story is about a simple old carpenter who invented a chair to tell the truth. However, no one is willing to try. Finally, the old carpenter personally tried to sit in the chair and told the past what he had done wrong. He was very educated in his heart and the villagers were deeply educated.
But it became honest. & lt-& gt； Yes, the ancients said, "Keep your word, keep your word" and "Keep your word, keep your word", all telling us to be an honest and trustworthy person.
Speaking of which, my face suddenly turned red, and the secret buried in my heart for a long time, I want to get it off my chest today. I remember it was a hot summer, and the sun was like fire. I was alone at home and accidentally broke my mother's favorite vase when I went to get something. I was in a hurry and thought that if my mother knew I had broken the vase, she would be scolded.
I threw the fragments of the vase into the garbage before my mother came home, and covered it with garbage, so that my mother wouldn't know. Later, my mother looked for it for a long time but couldn't find it.
& lt-& gt； At this moment, I speak my mind and feel much more relaxed. When I go home, I will apologize to my mother. True honesty will make you feel very happy together, don't you believe it? You also try the sea rage author:) ㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣㄣ
She always tolerates human beings like a mother, bringing inexhaustible resources to human beings: fishery resources, submarine oil, geothermal resources ... while human beings, like children who are not sensible, have been making troubles without reason, often throwing garbage into the sea, polluting the ocean, and not cherishing and understanding the ocean, which makes the ocean heartache. Someone once did an experiment.
5. Seeking 1 Essay on Sorrow and Sorrow. People with 500 words are doomed to learn from the day they are born. When I was a child, I studied Chinese with my mother. When I was in kindergarten, I learned to read and count from my aunt in the garden. Now I learn writing, arithmetic and painting from my teacher, and I can't do without studying before I work. Learning is boring and enjoyable; It is hard and sweet. The process of learning contains all kinds of tastes, but I know that only by studying hard can we enjoy the happiness of learning; Only by studying hard can we master what we didn't know before.
From the first semester to now, I heard the sound of reading and turning pages when I came to the classroom every morning, so I picked up the book and read the textbook with my classmates. I will recite the text without reading it a few times, and I am glad that I have a good memory. Read some extra-curricular books in the evening, listen to some philosophical essays, appreciate the truth in the article, and share the author's joys and sorrows. Whenever I finish my homework or successfully answer the teacher's question, my mood will be unprecedentedly high, and I will stretch out two fingers and say "Yes". When I am happy because of my study, there are always two dimples to join in the fun. When I was a freshman in high school, I got a good score of double hundred in the final exam, and I won only a handful of prizes. My classmates all envy me, and my heart is like a flower.
In my study, what makes me angry is the transfer of our beloved teacher Ye Huiji in the second grade. Because of this, I sometimes wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and then start to go crazy. But what makes me angry is my writing and composition. My handwriting is crooked and has no vertices. Sometimes even the most common words, one, two, three and four, are written big or small, and you have to practice every day. My hands are numb, and even my joints become very sore. A word "bitter"! Because of my words, my test paper was wrongly deducted by the teacher! In this case, I almost "lost my mind" and almost tore up the test paper. There is also a natural "ingredient" that gives me a headache! Every time it's time to write a composition, my head is stuffy. I used to be crazy! For example, the composition book was snapped up and torn in half! One more thing, when I said it, my stomach was full of fire and I rushed to my throat at once. This is one of the things I did in grade one. That day was 10/6, and that night I specially called my classmates to ask if there were any classes on the 7 th. The classmate said, "No, it's the eighth." I was so happy when I heard this. My blood is boiling all over, and I stayed up all night. The next day, my classmates were already studying in class, while I was snoring at home! I don't know how comfortable it is It was not until the moment when the teacher called that I knew I needed to go to school today. Suddenly, my heart is like a jealous jar, which has ups and downs. I am busy carrying my schoolbag to school. I was really angry at that time. That classmate actually "reported the military situation in a panic." Hey, Xue, why didn't you call me?
I don't know why, every time I have a big exam, I feel an abnormal pain in my stomach, as if there are two dragons in my stomach, playing with a pair of dragons and pearls. Don't go easy on me, at least don't play a walk-on during the big exam. Hey, you guys are so naughty. This is also the reason why I feel sad about my study. But this happened again when I participated in the "Wisdom Cup" competition. Really heartless!
Learning often plays tricks on people. Some children clearly love you, but you don't give them a chance to conquer you. You often beat the crap out of these people. Some people don't care about learning at all, but they are conquered by learning.
Learning is colorful, with happiness, sadness, anger and sadness. In the process of my study, there will always be bumps and problems, happiness and sadness, and playing tricks on people. When I didn't do well enough, my mood fell from the towering peak to the middle of the mountain, and I didn't say a word with my head down. From the second grade, the more you want to get good grades, the less you can get good grades. Before the exam, I always feel that getting the first place by grades is holding hands. Obviously victory was in sight, but I lost the first place because of carelessness. Do you know why I gave up the first place? In fact, I get close to "100%" in almost every exam, but I am always "lost in Sun Shan" because my thoughts fly to the grassland. Hey! This is an eternal mistake!
Study, I want to conquer you, I want to find a simple way to conquer you, let you bring me more happiness and all the sadness and sadness!