On a sunny afternoon, my parents and I went to the county to play. I am very happy, because I can go shopping and eat in the mall again.
When my father drove to the gate of the mall, I couldn't wait to open the door and go straight to the gate of the mall. Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by two people-two beggars. I have met many beggars, but these two beggars are different. They seem to live alone, and they are also miserable: one beggar is blind, another beggar has no right arm, one is on crutches, and the other is holding a broken porcelain bowl. Seeing this moment, I feel sorry for them, and I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart, because I feel sorry for every poor person. I just looked at the two of them. Suddenly, someone threw some coins into his begging bowl. The sound of coins falling into the bowl woke a beggar from his dream. The beggar didn't say anything, just looked at the person who helped them just now. At this time, my nose was sour and I couldn't help but shed a tear in my eyes.
Say that finish, two beggars stood up. They helped each other and limped towards the crowd until they disappeared from the crowd. ...
Now, I rarely see beggars, but when I think of that incident a few years ago, I always think: Their lives are hopeless, but why do they continue to live? Because they still have to live in this world full of love, but when they are struggling, there are many people helping them.
Tears are the expression of feelings, either happiness, sadness or regret. Every time I cry, I will have an unforgettable experience and leave a deep impression on my feelings. Tears are a record of growth, and every drop of crystal tears reflects the course you have gone through. Once, I cried at an Olympic Games.
One afternoon, when my mother came back, I was playing computer games at home. She closed the door and sat on the sofa to have a rest. I was having a good time when my mother suddenly said to me, "son, go and get my mother a glass of water." I said angrily, "well, you are not good at it." You can't pour it yourself. " Mother said nothing but sighed, shook her head and went to pour water. He poured two glasses, and she brought me one and went back to her room with another glass of water.
After my mother left, I began to regret it. I think, what I just said is a bit too much? I'd better apologize to my mother.
I went to my mother's house and took a look. I saw my mother sigh while folding clothes, rubbing her waist with her hands from time to time. As soon as my nose was sore, tears came out at once. I regret what I said to my mother. I regret not pouring water for my mother. I thought to myself: I really shouldn't. I thought everything my parents gave me was what they should do. Now I'm wrong. My parents gave me so much that I didn't even want to give my mother a glass of water. I really hate myself. You must be filial to your parents in the future. We should study hard, get good grades and make our parents happy.
I went back to my room, turned off the computer, took out my Chinese book and began to read.
Tears that time was the worst time I cried.
The mood after the exam should be like a wet bluestone road, a little wet, a little gloomy, maybe a little moldy and bitter. Although primary school has just begun, exams of all sizes have been tormenting people's nerves. In the past few days, the exam has been like a rope to run around. Even if there is a little deviation, it will be immediately condemned, and I feel sorry for the teacher and the painstaking efforts of my parents.
After the exam, students often check the questions, but I think this is a bad behavior. If you find a wrong problem, you can't correct it. Not only that, it will also bring you stress and fear. It's really not easy to pass a midterm exam.
That time, because of the heavy snow, the school had a few days off. I met the mid-term exam this semester as soon as I went to school. I got 89 points in this math exam, and the good days are coming to an end! But how did I lose these eleven points? Didn't I lose it by accident? Why did you lose 1 1 points because of carelessness? ...
I didn't do well in the exam this time, so I ate a "bamboo tube fried meat" If I do well in the exam next time, you will be greeted by "clear sky in Wan Li" instead of "downpour".
When I got home, my mother severely criticized me, saying that I was careless and deducted 5 points for filling in the blanks. I glance at my mother with innocent eyes from time to time, and she also tells me that if I do this again, I will use the killer. I seem to be very sensitive to this word and I can't help shivering.
I never dared to be in the top 20 again. I didn't expect this one to be, and my nose couldn't help crying.
Tears When I was 4 hours old, I cried when I fell down. But now, even if it hurts, I won't cry.
Tears may touch the string in people's hearts, but all he can bring is sympathy. From then on, I understood that tears are cheap, and then I stopped believing in tears.
On that occasion, my mother was seriously ill. When I learned the news, it was like a bolt from the blue, which made me unacceptable. During that time, I was always sad because my mother was ill. I can't help crying when I think that my mother is tortured by illness. At that time, I was helpless and fragile. Tears will flow from time to time, attracting friends' sympathy and concern. But gradually, I was a little disgusted that my friends looked at me with that kind of sympathetic eyes, and then I dried my tears and stopped crying. I no longer use tears to win anyone's sympathy, and slowly I learned to be strong.
Since then, I have been used to using silence instead of tears ... When I broke up with my friends for the first time, I realized the pain of losing my good friends, but I didn't cry or let my tears flow. Just sit quietly in a corner, or walk alone on a quiet path. When people ask me what's wrong, I always smile and say nothing, because I don't want others to sympathize with me. ......
I learned not to cry when I fell. Similarly, I learned to persevere in the face of difficulties.
Now, I am facing higher education, and my normal study life has been disrupted. Strict class discipline in the class, and countless papers to be written all day ... The intense and heavy study pressure in the ninth grade makes me unbearable, but there has always been a voice in my heart telling me that I can't give up because of a little difficulty. So, I gritted my teeth and persisted.
I don't know when it started. In my dictionary, the word "cry" no longer exists, and tears have disappeared. ......
Tears sixth grade composition 5 "Oh, my God! I can't believe I forgot this homework! Potted plants! Potted plants! Oh, oh ... "It was a Sunday, and there were still twenty minutes before my school was over. When I checked my homework, I found that I forgot the homework of "buying potted plants".
I stood alone on the balcony, burying my face in my hands, thinking sadly about how to explain to the teacher. In the eyes of teachers, I can be regarded as a synonym for honesty.
I stole a glance out of the corner of my eye-my sister with a broken foot seemed to have come down from the sofa. I don't care! I have already reminded her!
Time passed by, but my sister was never seen on the sofa again. Look at your watch, there are only five minutes left! This girl doesn't want to go to school!
Knock, knock, knock. It must be my sister! Let me play with her, it must be naughty. I pushed open the door angrily, but I was shocked by what I saw-my sister stood at the door with a pot of plants in her arms.
"Brother, your potted plants ..." Sister's voice was soft and sweet.
"The injured leg can't go downstairs! Besides, it's such a long way ... "I looked at the potted plants in my sister's hand and burst into tears. ...
"Turn left from the front door and sell potted plants. I have pocket money from my mother in my pocket ... "My sister said casually as she sent me the potted plants.
Regardless of her own pain, she bought me a potted plant ... My nose was sour and I couldn't speak ... I hugged my sister tightly and her clothes were wet with tears. ...
I picked up the potted plant and looked at it. I will! Don't let this plant get a little hurt! I will! I will always take good care of it.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly. Blink of an eye, it's my birthday again.
Early in the morning, I couldn't wait to ask my parents today. They all say today is Sunday, and they don't care about my birthday. I rushed out of the house sadly and shed tears. ...
I went to play in Hutong and took a walk. Walking, I saw other children celebrating their birthdays. The family of three laughed together, sang beautiful birthday songs and blew out the candles together. In my mind, my family of three blew candles, laughed and sang birthday songs together. That would be great. I really want that life. Looking at their family, I was envious and left tears of envy. When I came home disappointed and set foot in the house, there was a birthday cake and delicious vegetables and meat on the table. My mother put on my birthday hat and my father sang a birthday song for me. My parents' love for me has been deeply felt, and nothing is happier than this. I was moved to tears. I hugged my parents and said to them, "Thank you, I love you." "We are your parents, and we should love you. Today is your birthday, so you should laugh, not cry. " "hmm!" We had a happy birthday. We ate the cake and made a wish. I thank my parents in my heart.
After three tears on this birthday, I understand that every child's parents are selfless and they will always contribute to you. Parents' love is noble and lofty. We should respect them and honor them. Believe your parents, since they love you, they will never forget your birthday, let alone love you.
Mom and Dad, I love you!
Tearing homework is like a mountain, and writing homework is like climbing a mountain. I feel that I have risen a lot. In fact, it was nine cows and one hair that conquered the whole mountain.
In the afternoon, I went to see a movie. I didn't do as much homework as before. My mother had a lot of complaints about the progress of my homework, and now I can't help sighing for it. I really don't know what kind of storm I will accept when I get home. I'm not ready yet!
I sat at my desk with my head propped up and frowning, and began to regret the bad idea of going out to the movies. Well, now that I haven't written my homework, I'm so upset that my whole brain is occupied by the word "homework" Look at the wandering earth. Now it's "wandering work"! If mom hadn't asked me about my homework today, wouldn't I have run away? But this is just a beautiful fantasy.
"You look at you, how many days are left in the winter vacation? I didn't do my homework well ... "Now my mother is black-faced and waving her right hand at a wall, as if that wall had become my role model. I listened and said nothing. I'm used to this kind of reprimand. Besides, I really don't have as much homework today as before. Listen to a few more trainings as a different kind of encouragement! "I don't know how to work hard every day. What did you say you were doing? " Mother continued her speech.
I froze. I haven't tried? What am I doing? Do I really not work hard? I have a strange feeling in my heart, and my expression becomes strange. I feel like I have been pricked by a needle, and I feel a twinge of pain: "That's not fair!" " I screamed in my heart. I don't want others to deny my efforts easily!
Tears, dripping down, gushed from my heart. ...
Tears Grade 6 Composition 8 There is a dim moonlight hanging in the dark blue sky, and a group of people are walking in the cold wind in the street.
"Brother, go home! The wind is very strong. " I said to him regretfully, "Why do you always keep me from your birthday party?" Wei asked painfully in this cold wind. I didn't answer, just patted him on the shoulder without sadness. The wind at night seems to moan for his pain, and the trees make uneven cries for him.
"Go home and do your homework, and don't let the teacher kick you out again." I am in a hurry. Because of his grades, my parents objected to me being his playmate. He is the most generous of all my friends. He treats his friends as himself, but he has suffered countless supercilious looks because of his rebellion.
The wind smells of bitterness and sadness. The sharp wind blew his eyes and brought out a few sad tears. "Give me a face, or I will be scolded by my parents." I emphasized it to him again, and at the same time, he also understood what kind of punishment I would receive if I disobeyed my parents' orders. At this time, he was in tears, the smile he often hung on his face was fleeting, the cold wind stopped, and only the tree that was about to lose its leaves was singing a sad song.
He turned the car in the direction of his home and said in a trembling voice, "Goodbye, brother!" " "I looked at his lonely figure and my heart was heavy." Brother Li Yuxiang, happy birthday. "He still left the long-lost, tactful smile before he left.
My eyes have always stayed on that back. Tears of his friendship flowed into my veins and soaked my whole body. I sighed and waved heavily in front. Shout in the direction where he left: "Brother, be careful on the road."
He gave up his insistence for friendship, and the tears of friendship precipitated and fermented in my heart. I believe I can last a long time in Mika. ...
After the sixth grade composition 9 test, the math scores have come out. At that time, my heart was pounding, like a stone hitting me, and I couldn't push it away. It's like being beaten by my mother. Very uncomfortable, very wronged. I thought I could do well in the exam, but all I heard was, "Hu, 89 points."
At this time, it feels like the sky is falling, and I can't hide it.
From this moment on, it seems that I can't help it anymore. My face began to burn, and the tears that burst the bank brushed down. Tears seem to get heavier and filled with my sadness. I feel that I will be scolded by my mother when I get home. Thought of here, I can't help crying, the teacher is still lecturing. In order to hide my sadness, I lowered my head to make the teacher think that I was just correcting my homework. Maybe I was under little pressure and finally got caught by the teacher.
When I got home, I thought I failed the exam. These naughty tears seem to be deliberately directed at me and rushed down. I cried quietly because I was afraid of being found out by my mother and being accused by her mother.
Just when I was at my wit's end, my mother suddenly appeared out of nowhere, smiled at me and touched my head: "Daughter, it doesn't matter if you failed in the exam. I believe you will work hard next time! " After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly put my previous sadness behind me. After I was relieved, I didn't know when tears had penetrated into my eyes.
Tears at that moment let me know that tears are very light, but they can reflect beautiful rainbows when placed in the sun; Tears are light, but in my heart, they represent an eternity.
Tears sixth grade composition 10 "whoops-"I collapsed on the sofa, tears flowed everywhere, and the makeup on my eyes was out of shape.
A few hours ago, I was still playing the piano passionately on the stage in the auditorium. The judges' eyes made me sweat. The sound of piano echoed in the hall. There was a sea of people under the stage, a sea of people. It's just that there is no one in the middle aisle. At the end of the play, the finger suddenly fell involuntarily, the note was confused and the fingertip slipped down.
At the end of the game, the referee will announce who can advance. My face used to look like a fairy, but now it's extremely ugly. "No.5, No.11 ..." The host's voice was loud and cut like a knife in my heart. Because there has never been my number 34, I nervously locked my eyebrows several times and watched my friends go away. My nose hurts so much that a nervous tear runs down.
Not long after, all the promotion numbers were read, and my number 34 still didn't appear.
"Han Xiao, it's okay. Come again next time, it will be fine! " Xiao Gan, who is also a pianist, won the trophy. I really want to say to her, "you won't feel it if you take it." You must be very happy! " But the thought of comforting me made me cry.
On the way home, my mother ignored me. Is it because she didn't win the prize? I lie prone in front of the window, tears unwillingly flowing downwards, dripping in the cracks of the window. "Sand-"I opened the window a little, and the wind squeezed in through the door and ran into the warm carriage. The ears are uncomfortable with the wind, and when they are closed, they are quiet again.
"oh! Can't you even practice the piano? Just don't practice! " When I got home, my mother flew into a rage. "pa!" As soon as the door closed, my mother left. I must go to Aunt Yang next door to "complain"! Next, it is the opening.
I cried so badly that my hands were around my thighs and my pants were soaked with tears. The room was silent and no one could hear the crying. But tears still flow downwards. The wind hit me hard in the face and seemed to scold me. Tears seem to be floating everywhere, as free as in space. ...
Tears 1 1 I always thought that the most eye-catching word in my dictionary was "laugh", but that time, I cried. I felt failed for the first time in my life and shed sad tears.
It was a summer a few years ago, a district-level Sanda competition. I swore to my father before the game that I would definitely win the championship. I mustered all my strength in training and tried my best to play this game. However, contrary to expectations, I only took the third place. When the referee blew the last whistle in the ring, I knew the result had been decided. This is the first official Sanda competition in my life, so I lost. Is failure and tears my final outcome? No, I won't!
Tears ran down the tip of my nose, brushed my lips and wet my skirt. Recalling every hard training, my emotions began to get out of control, and sadness filled my whole heart. At this time, I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, and silence hangs over me. I vented my grief and indignation on the sandbag. After a long time, I collapsed on the ground, and the medals on the bookshelf sparkled. I looked at them and stroked them. Suddenly, the scene of failure came to my mind. "I won so many games, why can't I win this time?" I whispered. Tears can't help but flow out again. "Why, why, why?" I shouted and cried my eyes out.
At the end of the game, that whistle kept echoing in my mind, and I repeatedly thought: If there was no hook just now, would my chances of winning be greater? Unfortunately, life has no assumptions.
When does the rainbow not experience wind and rain? Perhaps, this failure is a test for me. The tears of failure make me forge ahead and make me stronger!
Tears 12 I am a desk, a broken desk, which will be discarded soon. You ask me why? I can only say, "Don't cherish me." The reason is this. ...
"The new semester is coming. Who will be my master? God, you must give me a child like last time! She loves me, loves me and likes me. Anyway, she is very kind to me. " I smiled gently and closed my eyes. I can imagine that I can't bear to be apart from her.
The new semester began, and the school played beautiful music, as if singing my expectations.
However, the good times didn't last long, and all my expectations fell through. Because I was used by the school bully-Zhu. No matter how good things get to him, nothing goes wrong, and they all play out of order. More importantly, he stayed with me all semester. ...
With him around, I feel like a devil around me, and I dare not get out of the atmosphere. Of course, there is not much difference between imagination and reality. He carved and painted on me every day, which made me grin with pain. Sometimes when he engraves deeper, I burst into tears, and it hurts even more when other tables look at me.
Why? Why did you give him to me? My clean body has been blown beyond recognition. Every time he carved me, I would hold my breath and beg him to carve it lighter, but he was so unsympathetic. What's the difference between such a man and a wolf? I am so miserable every time, but after he painted it, he carved it so beautifully. The other tables didn't even dare to look at me.
Leave me alone! I can't help crying. I miss my former master. She loves me so much, baby. But what about you? Every time I carve it, I am relaxed. If it is not carved well, I will draw my face again. I've had enough.
I don't know why, I cried more than before, and I remembered the person who loved me. ...
A semester has finally passed, and I'm in rags and about to be discarded. Thought of here, a series of sad tears slipped from the corner of my eye. ...
Tears 13 On the road of our growth, there will always be bitter tears, moved tears, happy tears and even wronged tears. Tears and laughter, we grow up day by day.
I remember once, I was shopping in a supermarket near my home. Before leaving, my mother said to me, "son, be safe when you go out. The key is in your pocket." Can't lose it! " I promised and rushed to the supermarket.
After a few minutes, I chose something and was about to leave when I found that my key was missing. I was shocked and didn't know where it was. I hurried to the shelf where I just chose something, but I didn't even see the shadow of the key. I was in a hurry, and sweat broke out on my forehead. It's getting dark, and I'm still spinning around in the same place, with tears in my eyes. Just as I was about to cry, a strange old woman handed me a bunch of keys: Is this yours? Kid. I nodded in surprise and asked, how did you find it? How do you know I lost it? "I see you wandering here for a long time, and I also know that you have lost something. Well, I still have a flashlight. " Grandma said and waved at me.
I looked down and saw that grandma's flashlight was aging, the road was still so dark, and grandma's eyes were dim. It was great to help me find the key. Grandma patted me on the back: Son, it's getting late. Go home quickly. My parents will be worried. Say that finish, grandma left, I haven't had time to say thank you, looking at the back of grandma's departure, I shed tears of emotion. ...
Through tears, I feel my heart has never been relaxed and clear, just like the sky washed by rain, clear and bright. Tears let me know how to be grateful, how to cherish and how to be a man. With tears, I am growing.
I can't help being moved by the rain until now.
It was a stormy afternoon, the classroom was dark as night, the bell rang and the students were ready to go. I didn't hear what the teacher said in a daze. The students rushed to their parents who had already waited, while I was still sitting in my seat in a daze. "I hope she doesn't come, don't come, don't come ..."
"Fortunately, she didn't come." I muttered in a low voice, plunged into the torrential rain and flew alone in the rain. The rain wet my clothes, and the accumulated rain penetrated my socks, making me feel a little wet and cold. Not far ahead, there was a vague figure. "No, it's her, it's her."
When I walked into some, I clearly saw that it was my mother. I felt the fiery eyes of my classmates and gathered on me, leaving me at a loss-I don't know what they will say about me tomorrow. I looked down and hesitated for a long time before I said to my mother, "Why are you here?" My mother seemed to sense my embarrassment, gave me a few dollars and said, "I have work to do." Go back by car yourself. "
Looking at my mother's drifting back, my nose ached and I rushed forward to hug my mother. At this time, two fiery hearts melted everything. Later, this most beautiful moment was fixed in the deepest part of my life.
As soon as I see the rain, I will think of my mother, and I will leave a string of tears like rain, dripping silently, so that I can always feel the warmth of my mother. I know that I can't live without my mother's deep affection. ...
Tears 15 heaven and earth lost their luster, and my mood was gloomy. All this stems from my mother and I having a little temper. We both lay quietly in bed and said nothing.
I was sulking. My mother ignored me when she saw me like this and went directly to comfort my sister.
In retrospect, things are actually not big. I was doing my homework when my sister accidentally stepped on my foot and tripped. With the cry of my sister, menstruation and her mother came to the scene soon. As soon as they arrived, they began to say that I did it on purpose, but it was obviously her own trip!
After a while, my mother came to my bed gently, handed me a cup of hot water and left. I poured water into the washbasin angrily and put the empty cup on the table, which made me even angrier.
A few minutes later, my mother came to my bed again and asked, "Why did you trip my sister?"
"I didn't!" I shouted angrily.
"Calm down, son." Mom hugged me. "Mom wants to say sorry to you, so don't be angry with her, ok? Mom didn't understand the situation just now. When my sister stopped crying, I realized that she accidentally fell. "
"You know I've always hated this!" I lowered my voice a lot and calmed down a little.
My mother stopped talking, and it suddenly dawned on me: I said too much to my mother. How could I do this to my mother? I hugged my mother, and I couldn't help crying. This is my fault. I shouldn't have done that. Oh, what was I thinking?
After this, I don't think I will do it again. This is my deepest tearful memory, which has never happened before.