Tears topic composition 1 Say it gently and leave, no tears season, who will understand the initial joy!
This season is subtle and prosperous. I don't feel bitter but dare not think about it, because I may understand that all kinds of life are so unbearable!
I said I wanted to leave, but I stopped for whom. Sometimes, what a touching arrogance, I don't know what kind of soul will jump, roll and drink in a corner of my heart. The white star looks confused, and the whiteness of the desert is the silver fox of jazz!
We are all playing hide-and-seek with happiness, anthracene? Where the hell is he? I can't reach out and touch her hand. In the process of the game, I lost, because I know that happiness is running! We don't cry, don't cry, in this season, we must be strong. Hazy rain, bitter? No, this is not bitter coffee. Looking up at the sky, the stars smile and the night smiles. ...
Stand where you are, thinking that you will go back. Has it stopped? The original vivid heartbeat stopped and the heart sublimated! Happiness will not last any longer, my throat is hoarse, but I suddenly forget that in that summer, my tears were hot and my heart was cold! Looking for a look that belongs to you, no longer crossing the season that no longer belongs to you, echoing with the wind, no rain, no tears, that glass window, not far away, this cloud, criticism is no longer a reason to torture loneliness because of happiness. Don't ask yourself why, because it will never be far away! This season, the heart has been turbid, he won't cry any more, no, he may have understood that life is so varied! And what people need to forget is nothing more than this! Tell yourself that being strong is not that you are a loser, but that you don't know that you are lucky in failure for no reason. I hope this season is no longer quiet. Looking back one day, I will understand that no one will cry again in the season!
This is not the season of tears, don't say sorry, a tear will pass and a smile will come back. ...
Tears are not precious because everyone can release them at will. Tears are worthless because they are just a drop of water. Tears are not taken seriously, because it is just an "ant" that comes and goes without a trace. They are so small, tears are not important, because tears represent sadness and injustice, because they only crack their mouths and laugh when they are happy.
But today's tears are different. They are so precious that I want to keep them in a box. They are so valuable that no matter how much gold and silver are hard to buy, they seem to be valued by people and can't compare with their wealth and great achievements.
That's because at noon, my mother scolded me for not eating eggs and reading books in the morning, just thinking about playing. She told me angrily, "If I don't have breakfast in the morning, I will get stomach trouble. How many times have I told you? When did you listen? You are in charge of me now, and I will see what you do when I get stomach trouble. "
For this reason, I shed tears, not sad tears, not wronged tears, not desperate tears, but happy tears, happy tears, happy tears. Because I know it's just my mother's angry words, and she still cares about me, cares about me and hurts me.
Therefore, I am not angry, because this is love, my mother's strict love for me, my mother's selfless love for me, and my mother's long-term love for me.
At that moment, I felt like a bird surrounded by happiness. At that moment, I felt that no matter how long the Yangtze River was and how deep the sea was, love could not beat it. At that moment, I felt that no matter how high the sky was and how thick the ground was, it was hard to stop my mother's love March!
What is the smell of tears?
She was born with a loud cry and tears in her eyes. This is the first time she shed tears. Tears flowed from her eyes, across her cheeks and into her lips. Tears seem salty.
She grew up and went to primary school. She has always wanted to be a great person. Beautiful, smart, most like adults in movies, somewhat swaying. But at that time, she walked under the dense camphor tree with a heavy schoolbag on her back every day, feeling so inferior that she even worried about making mistakes in breathing. She signed up for the school speech contest to prove that she is not worthless and wants to shine. These "little greediness" gave her the courage to put all her eggs in one basket.
But she was greeted with overwhelming ridicule. "She still dare to attend the speech? As she usually does, this is a shame. " She heard the ridicule and she cried. Tears are bitter. She must have spent more time writing her speech, revising it word for word, day and night, over and over again. Then practice repeatedly in front of the mirror, practice the tone of each sentence, practice the distance of action, and even practice the radian of smile. She cannot be looked down upon by others. She wants to prove that she is no worse than others.
On the day of the competition, she drew the first ticket to play, and the lights on the stage were dazzling, just like those who laughed, saying that it was dark all around. She can't lose. Enough practice made her speech a success. She won, she changed, she became shiny. But only she knew it was hard-won, and she shed tears for her efforts. The tears are sweet this time.
She understood, as the song goes, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" . In the process of chasing dreams, there will always be unpredictable setbacks. And tears are the witness of experiencing wind and rain. It is bitter, sour, salty and finally sweet.
She, it's me.
Tears topic composition 4 Tears, faint, salty and plain, reveal a trace of wonder, but how much bitterness does this little tear contain? I meditated and fantasized, and my thoughts flew far away.
Young and weak girls are always full of sadness in their hearts, and tears in their eyes always fall like continuous lines. Her sky seems to be night forever, and kind angels shed tears for girls. Tears slowly flowed from the girl's eyes, and the tears solidified instantly. The girl held her head high and flew to her blue sky.
The angel took a step forward and met the old girl again. Girls grow up, but they still hide in the warm arms of their parents. The angel was disappointed and shed a tear for the girl. Tears slowly fell into the girl's palm. The girl seems to be full of strength, breaking away from her parents' arms and flying to the free blue sky with her wings.
Once again, the self-abased girl stood on the podium in a panic. Her red face is like an apple on the top of a tree, but she is more shy than an apple. She usually has a glib tongue, but at this moment she can't say a word. The angel looked at the girl's helpless expression, although reluctant, but shed precious tears for her. Tears slowly flow through the girl's ears, and gentle words are affectionately calling the girl: "Raise your confident sails, show your best self, and laugh!" Overcome everything with your smile. "Watch, watch, the girl's arch eyebrows gradually spread out, driving a flying crane, confidently soaring in the blue sky. The angel walked along the path to see the girl for the last time, but the girl walking in the forest didn't see a smile on her face. Her blue sky seems to have collapsed. The angel looked at her silently, gave her the last strength and left tears for her. Slowly, tears fell into the girl's heart, and she became strong at once. An eternal heart is shining, shining, taking her to the boundless sky.
The angel left quietly, because she can only give these things to the girl, and the girl's fate can only be in her own hands. Life is often not like this. External forces can only help, and success often requires your own efforts.
Tears topic composition 5 Everyone has bittersweet tears in his life. If you don't believe me, let's take a closer look today!
Sour tears
I remember when I was in fourth grade, my math book suddenly disappeared. I searched the whole house, but I still couldn't find it, so I took a math textbook and put it in my schoolbag. In the math class the next morning, Teacher Zhu said to me sternly, "Why didn't you bring your math book?" "I can't find it," I said timidly I thought to myself: Maybe my deskmate stole it again, or I just bought a pen a few days ago. My pen disappeared after school. The next day, a pen exactly like mine appeared in her pencil box. This kind of thing has happened many times, and I have to doubt her, but at this time I am really dumb to eat coptis chinensis-I can't say how bitter it is! I can't help crying.
Sweet tears
I remember last year, my calligraphy works won the third prize of "Everyday Grand Canal" held in Jiangsu Province. When the teacher gave me the certificate, I shed tears, because my efforts from the second grade to now have not been in vain.
Bitter tears
After our cat was sent away, I couldn't help crying because the kitten had been with me for 9 months. Until now, I still remember the cute figure of the kitten. The kitten goes upstairs to play every day. Very delicious. Its belly is like a bottomless pit. It eats fish food and eats it. The title of greedy cat is really worthy of the name!
Bitter tears
When I was in the fourth grade, I accidentally drew some messy things on my good friend Tang's book. After returning the book, I was ashamed. I really want to dig a hole and get in. How could I do this to my best friend? I shed tears of regret.
How's it going? Now, you know that tears also have many flavors!
As the saying goes, men don't flick when they have tears. I am also a strong man, but driven by love, I have to shed tears of excitement!
I will never forget that day, that gloomy day. I was in class, and suddenly, my fourth aunt told me an unexpected news: my mother was hospitalized because of a sudden heart attack! This news is a great blow to me. Because this indicates: I am afraid I will never see my mother's loving face again! Time froze at that moment, and tears flowed at that moment.
Since then, my spirit has become trance, just like living on an uninhabited island. No matter what I do, I become mechanical and boring. I am completely different from the lively and active me before, and my academic performance has plummeted. Dear teacher Zhang sees it in her eyes and is anxious in her heart.
In class that day, my temper became withdrawn and irritable, and I got red-faced with Wang Jiahao at the front table because of a little incident, and even fought. In the face of teacher Zhang's angry reprimand, I have always been clever and obedient and refuted the teacher. After class, the teacher quietly called me to her office and said to me kindly, "son, I know your mother is in hospital and very ill, right?" I nodded, my eyes suddenly blurred. Tears like broken beads, suddenly fell down. The teacher said earnestly, "You know, my mother loves you deeply no matter where she is. She must have collapsed because of overwork. " How hard it is for your father to take his mother to work! It's all for you and your family. You should study hard to be worthy of your parents, and you should win glory for your parents who love you deeply!
The teacher's words are like a trickle, nourishing my heart, and like a master key, opening the shackles in my heart. My nose hurts, so I threw myself into Mr. Zhang's arms and burst into tears. Suddenly, I thought, this tear is sweet! Really, very good. ...
In a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and I will graduate. I am about to leave my classmates, my amiable teacher and my alma mater where I have lived for six years ... with 10 thousand grudges in my heart ...
When I graduate, I really want to call my classmates' names again and say goodbye to them, but I can't say it ... I really want to chat with my classmates again, but the more I talk, the more sad I get ... I really want to talk to my classmates again, but the opportunities are getting less and less. ...
Before graduation, we don't know how to cherish; When we graduate, we will only use tears instead; It was only after graduation that we felt sorry. ...
When I picked up the graduation photo again, pointed to the familiar and unfamiliar face on it, and then slowly read out his name, I suddenly found a few drops of water in the photo, thinking it was raining, and I was crying into tears. ...
When I picked up the heavy guest book again and read it word by word, I found that many students really appreciated me, but I was always indifferent to them. ...
When I picked up my mobile phone again and looked at the photos of my classmates, I found that they were so naive, lovely and innocent. ...
When I picked up the calendar again and looked at the date on it, from the graduation day to today, I suddenly found that we had been separated for more than a month ...
When I think of my classmates again, I recall the scene where we fought together, ate together and studied together, and tears rolled down my cheeks. ...
Tears can't explain anything, but they can prove my love and yearning for my classmates. After graduation, I just want to ask: Are you okay?
Memories are so beautiful, it seems that I put all my thoughts into a box, which contains not only my thoughts, but also my classmates' thoughts. Students also gave this box a name, called: graduation, tears, cherish. ...
Tears topic composition 8 Sunset, dim sunlight shines into the room through the curtains, and grandma's silver silk shines in the sunset.
Grandma frowned and paced back and forth in the living room without saying a word, slowly but constantly. From time to time, she looked up at the closed door, looked at the big clock on the wall from time to time, stopped and stopped, but refused to rest. She is calculating how long it will take to see her long-lost brother and how long happiness will come to her.
"Ding Dong" doorbell rang, and grandma who was pacing suddenly stopped, grabbed the door in front of me and tried to look out. At this time, the white-haired uncle has stood at the door.
My uncle said softly, "Sister! ..... "No longer young hand trembling to grandma, eyes flashing. Grandma stretched out her hands and put them on my uncle's shoulder trembling, studying them carefully. Her wrinkled eyebrows began to stretch slowly, her mouth rose slightly, and tears quickly wetted her eyes. Grandma tried to hold back the tears that were about to rush out, but the tears slipped down her cheeks unconsciously. Those are tears of joy and happiness. After 20 years of separation, my brother and sister finally met again. After 20 years, their hair turned white and their flat skin became a "gully". The sun sets too fast! They have too much to say! They have so much to say!
Grandma's lips trembled as if she were saying something softly. But she couldn't say anything. Because of the operation, grandma is no longer glib and can't tell her endless feelings with her uncle. At this moment, the old people's muddy eyes were shining with sparkling tears, and they all said what they wanted to say. A thousand words in their hearts condensed into tears and poured out of their hearts. "I have carved years on my forehead, and I can't bear to say it in a thousand words." Years have left a deep mark on their foreheads and hearts, and tears, with happiness and excitement, gently drop on the floor. Mother took off her glasses and turned her back to wipe her tears. I also hid behind the headrest to dry my tears.
It turns out that tears can not only contain sadness, but also carry happiness. Sunset, shining on endless tears, sparkles.
Yin is one year older than me. She asked me to be her sister, and I immediately refused. Since we don't need friends, we don't need sisters. She has a small beige broken hair that covers her eyes. I remembered Pu Shu's words. She said that she covered her eyes with her hair so as not to see the world too clearly. She always wears wide trousers and long black clothes, and talks with a smile and an evil mouth. She has all the characters I like: introverted and sometimes showing off, silent but kind. Silver seldom spoke, but when I shed tears at the sun, she gently asked me why you were crying.
She always faces the distant sky and always keeps that very old song:
I assured her that she must have a disgraceful past. But I didn't ask, and she didn't say. She is a wanderer in memory, and she uses words to freeze. She wrote a lot of words and controlled the fate of all kinds of characters with her pen.
She walked in forums, big and small, leaving her own words, but never returning a word. Her writing is delicate but broken, and there is an irresistible loneliness and sadness.
I saw people in the forum reply a lot of words under Yin's post. I said, hey, hey, you're good. You lied to them for so many tears!
However, silver heads scare me. That black girl, everything is black. Her hair, lipstick and clothes are all black. All I saw on the Internet were photos of Yin, which scared me. Silver is just a child like me. She has more achievements to be proud of and sharper edge than me. Parents divorced, and Yin, who is in the third grade, didn't talk to anyone. She said she liked being alone. She laughed wildly when she said this, but I knew she was sad.
Yin, don't you think we are very similar?
I don't think so.
I won't ask again.
Tears topic composition 10 Over the years, I don't know how many tears I have left. There are sad tears, moved tears, wronged tears and happy tears. Tears are not bitter, but sweet. They nourish our hearts and make us thrive.
I remember that math exam. I always thought I would get good grades after I got it, because mathematics has always been my specialty. Every time I get it, I get good grades. On the day of handing out papers, Mr. Zhang walked slowly into the classroom with a pile of papers in his hand and asked the students to hand them out. When the paper was sent to the students, my heart somehow experienced an unprecedented beating, just like a direct selling rabbit. I comforted myself by saying, "Worrying must be unnecessary. I have always been good at math. " The test paper finally arrived in my hand and I looked at it. "what!" Just above the paper, two numbers 76 were written in bright red pen, which caught my attention. I can't imagine that I only got such a small score. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: Is the paper wrong? My eyes quickly turned to this name. Wang Kun, these three words came as a bolt from the blue and broke my heart. My eyes are moist and the running water is out of my control. They drop by drop on my cheeks, tick by tick! Running water fell from my face and broke on the table, and my heart was broken by tears. How can I be worthy of my parents who have raised me for so many years, how can I be worthy of my teachers who have worked so hard to educate me, and more importantly, how can I be worthy of myself? Then I summed it up myself: it is because I am too proud that I am not serious in class now and I am not good at exams. I set myself a new goal with the end of my tears. Many things happen. With my efforts, my grades have finally risen step by step.
Tears, it brings you temporary pain, but it will immediately give you new hope, new goals, casting a new you, a hard-working yourself.
Tears topic composition 1 1 No one will cry, but everyone's tears have different meanings. Some are happy tears, some are happy tears, some are painful tears ... I shed sad tears.
I have a good friend in kindergarten. She was my best friend at that time. In elementary school, she and I were classmates; In the third grade, I actually became a deskmate with her. The two of us became the most enviable good friends in the class. We are inseparable at school, and we must be together wherever we go. No one can separate us. But the good times didn't last long, but a trivial thing cut off my beautiful friendship with her.
Yesterday, I bought a pink Miffy eraser, because she had the same one, so I bought one. I thought it would make her and me better friends, but this eraser became a heartless knife and cut off my friendship with her cruelly. In English class, I deliberately put the eraser where she could see it. I thought that after class, she would tell me that she saw exactly the same thing. Unexpectedly, she not only didn't say that, but also said something that hurt my young heart. She said to me with a straight face, "Did you steal my eraser?" I shook my head and said, "No, your eraser is missing. What do you mean I stole it? " "Because you have the same eraser as me, my eraser is not available this morning."
I retorted, "I just bought it this morning. Don't jump to conclusions without finding out the facts. I am innocent. " "I have a dishonest friend like you. I don't think our friendship needs to continue. " With that, she turned her head away and never spoke to me again. She didn't know that I shed sad tears behind her. I wiped them away for fear that others would see me.
I just want to say to her, "Isn't our good friendship from kindergarten worse than that little eraser?"
Tears essay 12 broken beads have no chance to recover; Lost memories, no longer heal. And there is a kind of liquid-tears, which can last, but we don't want to, because it will only make us sad and depressed.
Once upon a time, I had a strange childhood. I want to fly a kite on the green lawn, but there is no reason to break my thread. Listen-the wind is urging me, and I don't want to let go of that thread. In order to accomplish my mission, the wind kept me floating in the air. The thread in my hand is broken, the kite is lost, my eyes are red with tears, but my heart is flying happily.
Once upon a time, I had a painful childhood. My mother urged me to study by myself last night. I got tired of this home and ran away. I am free, and there is no portrayal of a caged bird, but where will I go from here? If I surrender, will mom scold me? Will grandma worry about me? These question marks have taken root in my heart. My mother followed me, and I ran and ran, and there appeared a "savior"-a lawn. I jumped into the grass and let my mother pounce. I created another sky of my own here.
Now I'm back on the lawn. The past has changed. Now it's a dump that everyone hates. I cried. Why? Three short years passed in the blink of an eye, but in just a few short years, there has been such a big change! I cried tears can't stop the wound in my heart, who can soothe my inflamed wound?
Painful emotions always bring me to those beautiful scenes: grandma holds me there and looks at the stars; Mom and I are playing hide-and-seek or something. Do we want it to stop? I cried again, tears filled my eyes, it was raining outside the window, and my wound was inflamed again! Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility! Jesus Christ. Leave a free sky for children! The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and my hungry tears are flowing more and more! Tears are hard to remember.
Tears topic composition 13 shed tears.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, silently wet the clothes on my chest. In my tightly held hand, it was a math paper that I failed in the exam, and the score was torn off by my nails.
That day in math class, I handed out that paper, and the dazzling sixty-five gave me a heavy hammer. "I haven't done so badly in the exam for a long time." I thought to myself, I went back to my seat and analyzed the reasons carefully. Because I didn't master the basic knowledge, I made three mistakes in filling in the blanks, three mistakes in calculation and four mistakes in application, all because the unit "1" was wrong. "Students below 80 points take the papers home for parents to sign!" The teacher's voice put me in a trance again. "It's over, it's over," I muttered.
Finally, after school, I trudged home to my room, put down my schoolbag, pulled out my paper, picked up my pen, and cried while correcting. ...
Finally, I got up the courage and handed the corrected paper to my mother. My mother took it and watched it. Then she rubbed my swollen eyes with her hand and said to me in a stern tone, "Crying is the most useless thing in the world. Even if you cry badly, you can only get sympathy from others. " I have read all the wrong questions, all because of carelessness. This is a problem that you should have corrected long ago. Be careful in future exams. Don't come back and cry to me! "Say that finish, waved and signed. Mom's words made me dumbfounded.
I went back to the house, thought about what my mother said and digested it. I finally understand that crying is the most cowardly and useless performance.
I secretly cheer for myself and wipe away the tears left on my face.
I secretly said to myself: "I no longer believe in tears, no longer believe, only believe in myself!" "
Tears composition 14 I had a clarinet class after school yesterday afternoon, so the time for doing my homework was a little tight. Last night, I finished all my homework and then fell asleep in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, I came back in such a hurry this morning that I forgot to hand in my math homework. I didn't hand in my homework until before math class. I thought I would be fine if I made up my homework. I didn't expect Teacher Dai to call my name, and I was shocked. It turns out that my mental arithmetic book didn't do two whole pages! I always take my homework very seriously. I never thought that I would miss my homework. I have to hurry to finish my oral calculation, but I can't figure out how I missed my homework. I made up my homework. I made up my homework. Is it time to live in peace?
Unfortunately, it backfired. At noon, while I was eating, Mr. Dai came to my mother's office. This wasn't this morning, was it? I can't help but get nervous.
"Why didn't you finish your homework?" Teacher Dai asked me in front of my mother.
This is the first time that Teacher Dai taught me to come to my mother in three years. I replied awkwardly, "I really checked yesterday, and I don't know why there are still two sides left to do."
After listening to my explanation, my mother and Miss Dai both looked at me with sharp eyes, and I knew they didn't believe me. Looking at the distrustful eyes of teachers and mothers, I am extremely wronged. Usually, I am a good student and a good boy in the eyes of teachers and parents. How can I not finish my homework? But today the facts are in front of me and I can't explain them. I shed tears of regret: Why did I miss the topic?
After school today, I have been thinking about why I missed two pages. Later, after investigation, my mother estimated that I might have turned two pages when turning pages, so the middle two pages stuck together and could not be seen. It's really careless, not good.
I regret this, and I must get rid of my carelessness.
Tears topic composition 15 I have lived by my parents since I was a child, but my mother's figure is my most unforgettable. My father often works outside the home, so the burden of family life falls on my mother.
It's a hot day in June. I'm preparing for the final exam. I can't rest all day, and my mood is getting more and more irritable. When something goes wrong, you throw things and lose your temper. Whenever this happens, my mother always stays quietly and helps me clean up the mess.
I remember one Sunday, there was thunder and lightning outside the window, and it was raining cats and dogs. I wanted to take this opportunity not to go to the interest class, but my mother put on her raincoat and said, "I'll take you to school." I angrily walked out with my schoolbag on my back, followed by my mother.
The road is muddy, and it will slip when walking on it. Neither my mother nor I spoke, but I heard the rain beating on my raincoat. After a while, it suddenly occurred to me that I had left my exercise book at home. "I left my exercise book at home. I'll go back and get it. " Mother said, "It's raining hard. I'll get it. " After that, my mother pulled me under a sheltered roof and turned to walk back. At the moment when she turned around, I found that my mother looked heavy and slow, with a few strands of white hair on her head, which made my heart sour. Mother is old, she is old. It was raining harder, and I saw my mother disappear in the rain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Watching my mother stumble in the rainstorm, I brought back an exercise book for myself. Think about disrespect for my mother. Tears of shame blurred my eyes.
A few years have passed, and I am about to enter middle school, but my mother is getting old every day. Whenever I think about this, tears will blur my eyes. Those are tears of shame.