In the dark night, there is a faint light in the night, the stars are breathing rapidly in the dark, the cold road is moaning constantly, the grass is hiding in the corner and crying alone under the threat of darkness. Everything is shrouded in darkness and surrounded by fear.
In the endless darkness, there is a golden hut, which turns off the lights and illuminates the whole room warmly. At this time, I am trying to write, sitting next to my mother, and my mother is quietly accompanying me.
The room echoed with soft breathing. I turned to look at her with my chin in my hand, my eyes closed just right, and my face was tired. I think today's work must be hard.
"bang"
A pen fell to the ground, but I regretted it. The sound broke the silence and seemed out of place, as if it were the loudest sound I had ever heard in my life. Mother woke up with a start, slowly opened her eyes and became a little short of breath. Her shaggy hair covered half her cheeks. Through the gap, she could see her bloodshot eyes, revealing infinite tiredness. Bend down and pick up the pen and put it in my palm. I don't know why, but I feel sad when I look at my mother at this time. I must finish this annoying homework quickly so that my mother can go to bed early and have a good rest. The lights are flickering, so I speed up my writing.
"Ren Jing, don't worry, let's take our time!"
I stopped writing and saw a smile on my mother's face. Obviously, this matter has nothing to do with her mother, but she insisted without hesitation. What kind of power is supporting her? I started thinking.
Suddenly, I understood. I slowed down my writing and my eyes were a little wet.
There is a steady breathing sound in my ear. I don't know when, the moon outside the window has disappeared behind the dark clouds, and the lights in the room are on. ...
It rained in front of the window, and I thought of you again! This love is like a thousand-year-old wine, and the anhydride is full of fragrance! Let me be intoxicated! This love is like a pure poem, fresh and full, which makes me think! I really want to sing a song gently, and hum a melody that loves each other with the music you play! I really want to touch your fluttering long hair and appreciate your silky black hair gently blown by the wind! Think about it!
Love, picturesque, dusty and foggy, when did you walk into my dream, the wind blew, the clouds flew by, suddenly looking back, the cold fog melted in my heart! How lonely I am when I wake up from my dream! Endless helplessness, endless sighs, the river that can't cross each other, the deep love, and the strong impulse to miss, because we can't hold your hand anymore, everyone will stand on both sides of the river and look at each other! I finally understand that love must be predestined, and it will be empty without opportunity!
A feeling buried in my heart, a miss in my dream, a concern and a wisp of breeze and white clouds! The person you love doesn't have to accompany you to your old age, and the people you know cherish each other even if they are far away! Sometimes meeting can't compare with nostalgia, what you can't get is precious, and what you can't get is always the happiest! In that case, you must always keep that feeling in your heart! Reality and ideal are usually putting the cart before the horse, and there are too many shortcomings and bumps in life! No luxury, no hatred, no emotion! There is a kind of happiness that is sour and sweet! The pace of digital clock is not easy to stop, and daily life is still repeated every day! There is no chance in this life, and it will continue in the afterlife. If there is an afterlife, I want to taste your wine. If there is an afterlife, I would like to hold your hand again. If there is an afterlife, I would like to protest your embrace and hug me! Pick up the burning heart and hold the hand of time with the tears of red leaves!
Tears of Happiness Tears of Happiness Zhang, the monitor of grade five in Fujiapo Primary School yawned. Cleaning today is really tiring! The health director also casually found a bench to sit down: Yes! I don't want to see half a paper ball.
Two willows in the school are floating in the wind and the sun is shining. However, the health Commissioner has just returned to his seat. Jump! Bang, the monitor jumped down, jump! Suddenly, they all fell down. When they looked again, they stepped on the paper ball. The monitor looked: Why are there two more paper balls? Who threw it? Give me the truth about monitor Liu! The director of health also turned joy into anger: I am so angry! Who threw the paper ball? So don't pay attention to environmental protection! I see. Let him taste the punch of death and death! Everyone is also talking about it. Who pays so little attention to environmental protection! That's right. Deliberately deduct our class points! The health director and the monitor were furious, and the whole class stared, wondering who threw the paper ball. Boom! Boom! It thundered for five days at that time, and it rained wildly, and it was still raining! Go! The willows also became dim and colorless, and the sky became dark. When everyone is talking, I think it's a pity that they don't pick up these two paper balls. The headmaster is here, deduct one point! I picked up the big paper ball when no one was looking. At this time, the health director suddenly broke into a sneer. I finally know who this is! Who is it? Who is it? This person just-the health director deliberately did not say it, adding a little mystery. Zhang v! Very good! That's him! It is he who threw two big paper balls here! Wow! Zhang is two-faced! That's right. The good things from the teacher are so bad in our place! Hum! I shouted: I didn't throw the paper ball, I just picked it up! Having said that, I ran out of the classroom and shed tears. Hum! I'm awesome! I got a hundred points in the mid-term exam, which is amazing! That's right. I still feel wronged! In the sky, it is raining harder and harder, as if to drown the whole school. Lightning seems to split the school, no, even the earth in half.
On April 5th, we visited the graves of the Eighth Route Army martyrs with great sadness, because they made great contributions to our motherland.
When they came to the cemetery, pine trees guarded the heroes like guards. There are several wreaths neatly placed in front of the grave, and the tombstone is engraved with five vigorous and powerful Chinese characters "Eighth Route Army Mausoleum". Looking at piles of protruding mounds, my mood is extremely sad. You know, every grave here is the body of a warm-blooded man! They sacrificed their lives for our happy life now. So in front of my eyes, I unconsciously saw the heroic confrontation between the hero and the enemy. Looking back, in order to defend our motherland from foreign aggression, they fought bravely with the enemy and resisted to the death. How tragic. Although they fell, thousands of China people in Qian Qian stood up. The wind is blowing, as if singing a sad elegy for the dead Eighth Route Army; Birds are singing in the trees, as if telling us the heroic deeds of the Eighth Route Army. Listening to these lamentations, my eyes unconsciously filled with tears, and my heart felt unprecedented grief.
Life is the most precious thing for everyone. Life is only once and cannot be repeated. Knowing this, these Eighth Route Army still put down their posture to fight. Thought of here, my heart suddenly stood in awe: "salute"! Pay tribute to the dead Eighth Route Army! They're amazing. I love these unsung heroes. Here I want to say to the heroes: "Although you are dead, your spirit will live in our hearts forever. Don't worry, you leave the unfinished tasks to us, and we will carefully paint the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland. We will pass the baton to you forever, so rest in peace.
Tears can't stop flowing downwards, I would like to turn into 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.
Tears have already 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.
Your tears, sometimes like raindrops in the sky, are pure and clear and will always drop on my heart; Your tears, sometimes like pearls at the bottom of the sea, always shine in my eyes; Your tears always remind me of the time we spent together. ...
Your tears are sour. That day, you made a mistake and were called to the office by the teacher. I have been sitting on the bench at the door waiting for you. But when you came out, you were depressed and listless, and the whole person was like a statue without expression. I called you, but you ignored me. Your face is covered with clouds, and a few small "silver beans" have dropped. I know you must have been criticized by the teacher. I feel sad to see you unhappy, too. So, I tell jokes to make you happy, accompany you to revise your homework and drag you to the playground for exercise. Gradually, your brows spread out and your tears disappeared!
Your tears are spicy. Once, you pointed out some of my shortcomings. I was not convinced and "retaliated" with you without weakness. I even feel that I am Japanese, constantly exposing my shortcomings and bombing repeatedly. Finally, you can't stand it, turn around and leave with red eyes. For the sake of that vain self-esteem, I desperately held my head high and forced the tears swirling in my eyes back. In class, I feel uneasy and have no intention to attend classes; After class, I was depressed and unhappy. Your face, full of tears, has been printed in my mind, lingering, and my heart seems to be burning. The only antidote at this time is to apologize to you! You didn't glare at me when I found you. Instead, you grinned at me. I look at you with tears in my eyes. ...
Your tears, dear. Every day after school, we walk on the campus path with our schoolbags on our backs, chatting about the anecdotes in the class and school that day. We often can't help laughing when we talk about interesting places. We also do some interesting tricks to make each other happy. "Ha ha ha ....." This laughter shook off the fatigue of a day's study. As the sunset spread all over the campus, it attracted countless students' attention, but we were unscrupulous and intoxicated. Your smile is extremely low, you often bend over with laughter, and sometimes you even laugh into tears. Only I know how sweet these tears are!
Your tears, with three flavors, blend together to form our interesting primary school life. Now, the primary school career is coming to an end. I wonder if we are destined to meet again in the same class in the future. However, I will never forget that your tears strung up our best time. ...
If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then tears are the eternal scenery in the windows; If the eyes are the boat of the mind, then tears are the sails that help the boat set sail; If the eyes are the hut of the soul, then tears are the glass windows that shoot into the sun ... tears are the taste of growth and the memory of time.
Parting, how much emotion into disappointment, how much nostalgia into yearning, when laughter has become a thing of the past. Are you crying? There are too many tearful stories. The tacit understanding and unforgettable friendship at that time, either happy or sad, or excited or annoyed, quietly passed away with a "goodbye" in tears mixed with reluctance and nostalgia. Those tears tell our story, light up the stars in the growing sky and turn them into eternity.
Joy, when your great efforts bear fruit, when your efforts finally pay off, all your hopes come true. Are you crying? It was tears of joy, mixed with excitement and happiness of success, mixed with sweat from the bottom of my heart. What is the story of tears? Maybe it's persistence, maybe it's struggle, maybe it's struggle ... dribs and drabs of tears, just to achieve the goal and realize the wish. Those tears, telling our dreams, left a solid footprint on the road of growth and gained results.
Reunion, reunion with old friends I haven't seen for years, the stories of those years have opened the favorites of memories, and the scene seems to have returned to a few years ago. Did you cry? Still the original classroom, still familiar partners, and everyone, are no longer the same. Goodbye, hello, in the long river of years, we separated and met again. With regrets then and now, we collided with disbelief, and tears filled our eyes. Childhood communication emerged in front of me, hugging and sighing, and tears filled my eyes. Those tears told us the story of reunion. In the favorites belonging to memory, we put down a beautiful bookmark, which is our most beautiful.
Tears are the expression of emotions, the crystallization of stories and the experience of growing up ... Every tear contains a story, your experience and your feeling.
Cherish your feelings, only your tears. Don't leave it in the long river of memory and be forgotten by time. ...
You are like a playful elf, who often patronizes my eyes, often jumps out of my eyes and slides on my face when I am excited. You are like a naughty boy who can't stop for a moment. You often wet my collar, and often come one after another with your friends like a slide after I am scolded by my father. Like a bosom friend, you often sneak in when I fail. Comfort me. Sunshine always appears after rain. You were always with me when I was young. You dance in my eyes and slide on my face until you are too tired to jump or slide. When I was young, you still liked to fly in my face, sometimes for a candy, a doll and a chocolate bean. ...
When you grow up, you gradually alienate me. Not for sugar, not for dolls, not for chocolate beans. But you came anyway, quietly, quietly, soaking your pillow towel and hair. That day, you came to see me again. When I was playing with my classmates that day, I accidentally fell down and my white clothes were terrible. My leg cut my skin and it hurt. Some students began to laugh at me, and some students told me what to do. There you go again, gently. You dance ballet in my eyes. Inadvertently, you followed my face and got into my mouth again. It's too bitter. Suddenly, a pair of small hands caught me. It's a female classmate. She pulled me up and helped me to the infirmary. She disinfected me with alcohol and then bandaged me with gauze. ...
There you go again, as if moved by her, slipping into my mouth softly. Very sweet, very sweet ... You attacked me three times and made me taste all the flavors of life. You helped me open my heart. When I was lost, you gave me the love of my parents, the care of my teachers and the friendship of my classmates. You taught me integrity, courage and strength through tears. Tears are my experience and the taste of growing up; Dry your tears and forget everything. Tears are bitter, tears are sad, tears are sweet, tears are yesterday! My tears! I grow up under your care every day!
Some things don't know how to cherish until they are lost, and don't know their value until they are lost. This is friendship.
I remember it happened in my third grade.
That day, my friend Lin Yiwei ran to my seat after class and said, "Jia Lin, where did I borrow your eraser that day?" You haven't paid me back for days. "As soon as I heard it, I wondered," Yiwei, I don't think I borrowed an eraser from you, do I? When she heard this sentence, she thought for a moment and replied, "No, I have lent it to you." Or you can look for it. "I'll look for it as soon as she's finished." Don't! Did you lend it to someone else? ""impossible, I must have lent it to you. Otherwise, how can my eraser disappear? " "You didn't lend it to me!" I said confidently.
"Yes!" As soon as she listened to my tone, she got angry. "no!" "Yes!" "no!" "Yes!" I quarreled with Yiwei. Finally, we were tired of arguing. As soon as she struck the table, she said, "We broke up!" "Say that finish, angrily left. I was left there alone, stunned.
I am sad. I finally got to school. I walked on the road and kept thinking about her words, "We broke up!" , really so dear John? This sincere friendship just fell through? Lin Yiwei and I used to be two very good friends, inseparable. We can even meet at school and no one can leave after school. We share joys and sorrows.
But now, on the way after school, I am the only one alone. I really want to cry, in fact, there are tears in my eyes. Just don't want to cry at all! Why are you crying? I didn't ask for it. Why should I cry?
I looked up at the blue sky and tried to make my tears flow back, but I couldn't. Looking down, I am very sad: Is our friendship really that fragile? Why, why is the flower of friendship just blooming, but it has encountered relentless wind and rain? At this time, I don't want to know who the "culprit" is, and tears of disappointment have emerged from my eyes. I bit my lip and strode home against the wind. ...
Tears Excellent Composition 1 1 "Students, announce something." The calligraphy teacher strode into the classroom and told us about the competition.
A bunch of names. Finally, my name. 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.
Listen to grandpa himself, when grandma died, he was too young to understand. His eyes are blank and there are no tears. Adults told him to kneel, and he knelt. He told him to worship, and he did. Grandpa died and he grew up, but he can only hide his grief in his heart and dare not vent it, because grandpa is gone, he is the head of the family, and he has to worry about everything, crying and heartbroken, and he can't stand it. He doesn't need to cry after marrying his grandmother and starting a family. Grandma's greatest feature is virtuous, and things at home are arranged properly and orderly. Even in the most difficult years, she doesn't have to worry about what to eat and wear. He only needs to do one thing, and that is to work hard, with all his brute force.
I know what grandpa likes best, but grandma knows better. Pork, eat braised pork; Beef, fried with Chili; Smoking, you should smoke strong dry cigarettes; Wine, want to drink homemade water wine ... Do you want him to cry on such a day? Unless you have dust in your eyes, wipe it off.
Grandma's body has always been tough, and grandpa never thought that grandma would "walk" in front of him. Who knows, a tumor that appeared quietly without knowing it brought grandma's life to an end.
I remember grandma holding grandpa's hand on her deathbed and saying in a weak voice, "From now on, you should take care of yourself." Grandpa nodded hard and his eyes were moist, but he still held back his tears. He can't cry in front of grandma, and he can't let her worry; He can't cry in front of the younger generation. He doesn't want the younger generation to worry about him.
This day is grandma's birthday, the first birthday after grandma left. Grandpa put the cooked noodles in front of grandma, exactly in front of grandma's portrait.
I was puzzled and asked grandpa why he cooked a bowl of noodles.
Grandpa said, "I have been married to your grandmother for 50 years, and your grandmother cooks for me." This is the first time for me to cook for your grandmother. For 50 years, I can't believe I don't know what your grandmother likes best. I only remember that when I first met your grandmother, her family was very poor and she could only be served a bowl of noodles. At that time, your grandmother said happily,' delicious, delicious.' I don't know if it is really delicious or because I am hungry ... "
Through the bowl of hot noodles, grandma looked at grandpa and smiled.
Grandpa also looked at grandma in the picture frame. Finally, tears, I can't help it anymore. ...
The first time I saw grandpa cry. With tears, it was me standing next to me.
I stood at the window and looked out. A trace of moisture in the air reminds me of the past. When I was in a bad mood, I walked alone on the beach, facing the sea, with open arms. Take a deep breath quietly. Suddenly, the salty sea wind came into my heart.
The waves have been beating on the beach.
All along, the sea breeze has been drying the marks on the cheeks.
The moist corners of the mouth are salty. I don't know if it's the tears left or the sea breeze blowing. I think it may be the tears of the sea. The sea felt my mood and expressed it in this way. Give me a bitter aftertaste.
I don't know when, raindrops began to float outside the window, scratching and ringing, falling on the ground and splashing beautiful rain flowers. Looking into the distance, the fog rises and the rain flowers splash. Humid air, milky fog, splashing rain flowers, children playing in the distance, and cooking smoke from farmers. A warm and elegant picture only gives me a moment of inner peace.
The moonlight filled the whole village, the raindrops disappeared, and only darkness appeared outside the window. Several barking dogs and people's noise in the distance broke the night and my inner peace. The faint feeling of pushing made me realize that I had been standing in front of the window for a long time.
I looked up at the night sky and lost my eyes in the moonlight. The moonlight shines into my heart through my eyes. At that moment, I was drunk and cried sadly. At night, when I was sobbing silently, only the moonlight was by my side, and my heart was not sad.
Tears flowed from the sea breeze and the moonlit night was intoxicating.
In my memory, my childhood was written with tears: when I was scolded by my parents for my poor grades, when I was criticized by my teacher in class, when I won the prize in the competition, when I was wronged and let my parents blame me, I experienced those sad tears, happy tears and wronged tears, but I will never forget the tears I shed two years ago. At that time, I shed tears because my grandmother left us and died. When I stood in front of grandma's portrait, grandma seemed to be by my side, tears rolled down involuntarily, and scenes of the past came to my eyes. Grandma has been so amiable since I went to school. Every time I go to see her, grandma will grab a handful of candy from her pocket and give it to me. Grandma is also very concerned about my study.
I remember once, I did well in the exam and ran to my grandmother's house to tell her the good news that I did well in the exam. When she knew my good news, her heart was as sweet as honey. On another occasion, the grades gradually declined. At that time, my grandmother told me that if you have any questions you don't understand, you can consult your teachers or classmates and learn knowledge in a solid way. Grandma's every move sowed the seeds of love in my young mind, leaving an indelible impression. However, I didn't expect my grandmother to be injured and lying in a hospital bed. Due to old age and infirmity, grandma burst into tears when her condition became more and more serious. I looked at my grandmother's pale face and trembling lips. I couldn't help crying anymore and plunged into her arms.
Besides, I have an exam tomorrow, so I have to leave my grandmother. Unexpectedly, when I got home, the bad news of my grandmother's death was waiting for me. When my grandmother was buried, I cried desperately holding the coffin. I want to see my grandmother again and let her stay with me forever. When people tore me to pieces, I was lying in front of your coffin in pain. How I wish my grandma could come back to me and spend a happy time with me. Students, I want to ask, have you ever shed such sad tears like me?
Tears excellent composition 15 If there is a tear in the sky. Will you see her? I think so, because everyone has a pure heart!
One night, tears fell down. There is a man in it, a man with tears in his eyes. I saw it. Put it in a container. What the hell is going on here? This person appears almost every day, but his facial expression is different. When he is happy, I have a good day today. But when he is sad, I will have misfortune today. For example, the last time he was happy, I picked up ten dollars; Another time, he looked sad and I fell down as soon as I went out.
I don't know if this tear is good or bad, so I asked my friend: If I have a magical thing that can make me lucky or unlucky, do you think I should keep it? He replied: Is there a switch? I said no, and he said, do you want it? I said, no. He said can I have it? I gave it to him. Who knows, the next day he came back and wiped my tears and said no.
I don't know why, I just made a wish: I want to be the most beautiful dancer. People disappear, but they become OK. I know my dream will come true soon. I have big eyes and long eyelashes, and I don't even know myself. My dance has become so beautiful. Alas, after being the leader of the dance troupe, tears made me have an unpleasant day. No, I looked at him angrily!
The tearful man looked at me without any expression. I decided to throw away the tears in my heart, and people were crazy and twisted. At that moment, tears exploded. People are broken, tears are broken, and dreams are broken.
Tears in the sky, hazy fantasy. It was a dream. ...