Tears, you quietly walked into my eyes, inadvertently quietly crossed my face and habitually flowed into my mouth. -inscription
Thousands of years ago, Zhao Jun went abroad for his country, turning everything in his hometown into bitter tears. Under that thick foundation, there are not only tears, but also broken hearts. Perhaps in Zhao Jun's heart, this is happiness. However, when the bitter tears flowed down the familiar track, Zhao Jun had to admit that they were bitter tears.
In a blink of an eye, the former Zhaojun has become history, and she turned into a breeze, just to blow to her old country that she missed day and night.
I shed a tear for Zhaojun, but she reminded me of the taste of tears.
When I was a child, I would cry for a lollipop; I will also cry for severe reprimand; Or accidentally fell down, a simple reason constructed my childhood joys and sorrows.
When I grow up, my mood will change from a small bud to many branches and leaves. Even sometimes, I can't find a clue, but I won't cry so easily. Life tells me: I must be strong. But when the eyes can no longer bear the weight of tears, tears can't help falling, drawing a beautiful arc on my cheek, just like a meteor across the sky. Then it quietly flowed into my mouth, like a naughty child.
Some people say: a person's first tear is a pearl; The second tear is a diamond; The third tear is a jewel; The fourth tear is tap water. Fortunately, pearls, diamonds and precious stones were given to my parents when I was born. As for those setbacks and failures, there is only running water.
Tears accompanied me through the joys and sorrows of life, and its passing made me feel relieved. However, tears are still so salty.
Composition 2 with tears as the topic Liu Xiang appeared! The audience boiled and shouted, "Come on, Liu Xiang! Come on, China! " When Liu Xiang stood warming up, it reminded me of the 1 10 meter hurdles in the Greek Olympic Games. Our teenager Liu Xiang won the championship with the best result, and won the gold medal for us in China. Now, the competition is held in our own country, and everyone firmly believes that Liu Xiang will win the championship and win glory for our country.
Before the competition, Liu Xiang tried to run with several other athletes. Who knows, before Liu Xiang ran to the first column, his once-injured illness recurred. The audience was dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on. Sitting in front of the TV, I saw Liu Xiang limping back to the original point, with a painful expression on his face and dragging his injured leg, as if making a difficult choice. Finally, he withdrew from the competition with a broken leg.
The audience cried, and suddenly there was silence, only the voices of people whispering; I cried when I watched the game at home. I feel very sad that Liu Xiang can't take part in the Olympic Games held in his own country. But I also know that it is really not easy for Liu Xiang to make such a choice. He practiced hard for four years just to compete with other athletes in the Olympic Games, not to mention the Olympic Games held in his own country!
Although Liu Xiang didn't take part in the competition, it doesn't mean that our view of Liu Xiang has changed, which will only make us more confident of Liu Xiang's strength. Here, I want to say to Liu Xiang:
Brother Liu Xiang, although you can't take part in the competition, please don't be discouraged, sad or disappointed. Because you still have a chance, there are still four years before the next Olympic Games. In these four years, you should have a good rest and prepare for training. By the next Olympic Games, we will win a gold medal for China and honor for our motherland!
For a long time, I always thought that I missed the era of tears, just like I missed the era of flying kites, because I grew up and matured. ...
In the dead of night, I hug my knees alone, like listening to music, and repeatedly bake some unspeakable and unspeakable feelings. Past scenes pass by in front of us, and there is sadness of parting; There is helplessness after the storm; The uncontrollable gentleness in life.
Unconsciously, my face was warm, tears slipped quietly, and darkness, like two moist sunshine, sprinkled a layer of warm comfort on my cold thoughts.
Life is colorful because of tears. However, we obliterate our true feelings because of the illusory bondage, which is a kind of sadness in life. Every day in life, we have to wear a "strong mask" to live in the crowd and run around the society. Many times, we know that our hearts are empty and lonely, that we are very tired, and that many troubles in life need to be washed with tears. However, we still have to "face every day with a smile". This is probably the so-called "masked life"?
Perhaps, there are always some things that will stay in the deepest part of life, with deep and shallow traces. If you brush them gently, you will no longer feel pain, only numbness! Drinking coffee is bitter; Happiness and sadness, everything has become the past, you can still feel the truth and emotion, hypocrisy and sadness! Tears, quietly dripping in coffee.
I remember someone said, "when you can't help crying, keep your eyes open and don't blink, and you will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy!" " Heart, but at that moment in tears become clear!
Tears are not necessarily fragile. Tears can be growth, comfort, nostalgia, true feelings, crossing and walking. Tears make me stronger.
Composition 4 Recall how much you hate yourself with tears as the topic. Because I never thought about my mother before doing anything, tears often roll in my eyes.
Finally, in that spring, I stopped making mistakes and read my mother's heart.
That day, my mother said that her eyes hurt a little, and she also said that she would just drop a drop of medicine, so I ignored it.
But that night, my mother has been lying in bed, as if she were seriously ill. When I approached, my mother's eyes were red and swollen, and my heart trembled and lost in thought. ...
I began to recall my mother's hard work all day: every day she has been sitting in a wooden chair waiting for dawn, but she has to wait for me to sleep at night; I always told her not to get up so early, but she replied that she was used to it. It's late at night. I'm studying. She wants to stay with me. I advised her to sleep, but she always turned a deaf ear and often responded that I was not sleepy. I clearly saw that she was asleep. At noon, she is not only busy cooking, but also doing housework and taking care of her grandson. Don't mention taking a nap, even sitting for a while will be disturbed. ...
Hey! Mom is probably exhausted. Sometimes I really want to give her a word; "Mom, you were laborious! You rest! " But I dare not.
My mother's pillow is always in tears. I hold it and feel like crying. ...
The next day, my mother's pillow was wet again. I don't know why, but I seem to know. It's half wet. I cried in my arms, and tears soaked the whole pillow.
Not only is the pillow covered with tears, but my heart is also full of tears.
For me, the temptation of delicious food is magnified countless times than others-I never miss a chance to eat.
That day, I just finished all my homework and had the opportunity to go out to play with my father. There are almost all supermarkets and food streets near my home, but there is not enough oil at home, so I can only go to the supermarket. No way, I can only look at the food all over the street and sigh and leave reluctantly.
Although I left the food court, the supermarket is still a good place with a lot of food. At that time, I was still young Naturally, whatever my father wants to buy, all I see is a dazzling array of food. For this reason, I often get lost in the supermarket and get beaten and scolded.
Father was choosing daily necessities, and I ate all the food without anyone watching. However, there are not many food samples in the supermarket. Count carefully, there are not even five. There is nothing to grind my teeth, and I feel empty, as if I have lost something important, but soon, my thoughts are focused on the food for sale.
I'm not tall enough, so I tried to jump up and get the food. Although I can't see clearly what they are, I still try to grope one by one to see which one I want to eat.
I tried for a long time, but I only saw half the food at the counter. When I was almost exhausted, I finally saw what I wanted to eat-a broad bean.
I've opened my eyes! This broad bean exudes a charming fragrance, as simple as khaki, but it is amazing inside. In my eyes, the thin shell is like a gauze skirt put on by a little fairy, and opening a small slit from it is like smiling at me!
Just as I was about to put this charming broad bean in my mouth, my father found my move and immediately understood what was going on. Father looked at the broad bean, then at me and said to me, "Son, you must put it back."
My stomach protested at the right time. Just kidding! I worked hard for so long and finally got such precious broad beans. How can I be moved by a sentence or two and put it back?
I began to look around, and it was too late now. It's ten o'clock, and even the radio in the supermarket is anxiously urging customers to leave. Where is it around here?
Father's face darkened, and in the dim light, his father became extremely dignified. I know that when my father takes one thing seriously, he won't talk nonsense again-there is no room for discussion at all.
I reluctantly put the broad beans back. "hey." I seem to have been greatly wronged, and a tear slipped from my eyes, crossed my face and fell to the ground.
Today, looking back on the road, I can't help but think of my father's teachings and the article "Inspiration from Fishing". As his father taught him, the moral problem is just a simple question of right and wrong, but it is much more difficult to implement than you think.
Six years later, I still can't forget that dark night, that empty night, and the tears that fell that day.
It was raining all the time that day.
The earth is so hot that everything can't accept her enthusiasm. God has mercy on these lovely lives and looks at them gloomily. Inadvertently, he burst into tears, and a drop of crystal tears, with pity and anger, rolled down his face and fell. God's tears are beautiful, but they are also intentional sculptures. Naughty wind dolls make trouble by calling their friends when they are in the small pool. Also, how can I understand so many joys and sorrows?
The sky is getting dark, the wind is rolling up dust, and it is getting cloudy. Big drops of rain beads all fell in an instant, and the earth was caught off guard. The heavy rain washed away the suffocating gray barrier. Tears pulled into petals are combined with dust and soil particles in mid-air. Although there are many flaws, they are so natural and beautiful. They are all natural and the most natural products.
I put my hand out of the window, carefully caught a drop of rain beads, and pulled my hand back. I don't want to disturb them too much. It is a kind of beauty to look at it carefully, so I picked up this little guy and left him in my palm, soft and lovable. It is the essence of heaven and earth, and I like its crystal-ordinary and noble. The blood vessels in my palm are clearly visible and angular. I couldn't bear to watch it disappear, so I left it outside the window and let it die.
The rain outside the window is sometimes loud and sometimes small, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow. Rain, are those your tears?
On the topic of tears, tears are nothing more than the realization or disillusionment of dreams. It is said that tears are bitter, mostly because they pay too much, but because of an idea or a small move, they miss the success.
Bitter tears are my most unforgettable. As a student now, my greatest wish is to do better in the exam. Also, every student has this desire, otherwise, I am really sorry for this identity.
However, things are always unsatisfactory! Just like this mid-term exam, I thought about sprinting in the top 30 before the exam. Later, it was a world of difference. I have learned the last lesson. This time, I will bite my teeth and swallow them. I will also turn my grief into strength and go forward bravely. No comparison, no harm. Compared with Xie, I have shrunk a lot this time.
The situation is reversed. I comforted her at first, and now it's her turn to comfort me in turn. I am not afraid of anything else. I am afraid that others will comfort me when I am sad. Tears swirled in my eyes for a long time, but they didn't fall. I won't let it flow again. After all, I can only pretend to be strong and indifferent in front of everyone.
Because it is too bitter, I won't let it flow down again. I won't let this history repeat itself. I will put away my tears, pack up my confidence and start over. I would rather laugh and cry than hide a sad heart.
Bitter tears, let us know how to be strong, let us grow, let us know how to change everything that is unsatisfactory now. It gives us the motivation to work hard, while maintaining our humble self-esteem. I won't let this bitter tear appear in my eyes again.
Have you ever heard of composition 8 with the theme of tears? If a person tears, if he or she is happy, then tears are sweet. But if he (she) is unhappy, then his (her) tears are bitter ~ this time, I failed completely ~ I finally understand why my tears are always astringent. At this moment, I can no longer restrain my feelings and burst into tears. This time, I failed completely ~ I finally understand why my tears are always astringent. At this moment, I can no longer restrain my feelings and burst into tears. I really realized that there is no one worthy of your trust in this world, because everyone has a hypocritical side.
One day, no matter how good you are, he (she) will cheat you. There may be other reasons, but he (she) lied to you. If you indulge again and again, he (she) will cheat you more. Nothing needs to be explained: explanation means cover-up, and cover-up means the beginning of deception. I finally understand why people are always sad, because sadness is inevitable. And the final' consequences' are unexpected! You will never forget it, because it is the pain you remember the most. At this moment, my whole heart was torn to pieces.
I have made up my mind: I will give up. Perhaps the word "give up" is ridiculous and has not been accepted at all. Where can I give up? Anyway, I will never be cheated by anyone again! PS: No one in the world is worth your tears, and the only one who is, won't make you cry!
Tears are a very common thing, including sadness, happiness, happiness and so on, but that time, it was very unusual!
My father is a strong man and seldom cries, but on that occasion, my father actually cried.
Writing by contrast also writes this uniqueness.
It was a Father's Day. Just before the big holiday, my mother and I reached an agreement to buy a present for my father. My mother didn't break her word and bought a piece of Yu Pei as a gift for my father. But dad always goes to work and has no time to rest. what can I do? If dad doesn't have time to rest, how can I give this gift? I suddenly had a brainwave, by the way, I can deliver it at night! I will give my father a surprise when he comes back in the evening. But I waited and waited ... and fell asleep before I knew it. ...
The next morning, I clamored for my father to cook noodles for me. After eating, I praised my father for his good cooking. When he heard this, he was very happy and talked about his cooking. Taking this opportunity, I put Yu Pei on my father's mobile phone and posted a note that read: I wish my father a happy holiday, smooth work and eternal youth! I also wrote my mother and my name in the lower right corner. As I thought, my father was devastated when he saw it. I found his eyes a little moist by accident. He turned to get a tissue, then wiped his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "My baby has grown up and knows Father's Day. I am so happy! " I'm so touched! "
I am a girl who won't cry easily, but I cried in that storm!
I used to have a lovely puppy at home-Niu Niu is a bulldog, so cute! Its most obvious sign is that it has no tail! And there is a spot on the left eye! He has been in my house for three years, and people can recognize him at a glance, but now he has lost it. ...
That day, the weather was gloomy, giving people a sense of foreboding. I opened the door to let Niu Niu out, but I opened qq and turned on the music. It didn't take long for it to rain heavily and thunder, but I was unaware of it and was still playing computer happily. The door was closed because of the strong wind. About noon, I thought of Niu Niu. Seeing the door closed, I quickly opened it, but I didn't see Niu Niu outside. I rushed out and saw it raining and thundering from time to time outside. I didn't go back to get my umbrella, but went to find Niu Niu. I shouted in the heavy rain, but it seemed that God was punishing my mistake. The thunder is louder. I forgot the strong tears flowing on my face, which is better than covering up my tears. The thunder drowned out my crying. At night, I went home with my last hope to find Niu Niu, but he was really not there.
I recalled the time with Niu Niu at my desk. How happy it is! I unconsciously left tears. I will never forget the tears in the storm that day!
The composition on the topic of tears is 1 1. You fill my eyes with enthusiasm; You, lying cool on my face; You sneaked into my lips and let me taste the ups and downs of life. ...
You were always with me when I was young. You always let me dance in my eyes and slide on my face until you are too tired to jump or flow, and then you are blown dry.
When I was a child, you were still jumping around in my face, for a lollipop, for a doll … for what I wanted, my father's reprimand was like lightning and thunder, and you soared in my eyes. Mother's care is like a warm spring day, and the wetland you flow through will be full of flowers.
When I grow up, you rarely walk on my face again, but occasionally you don't forget to say hello to me. Not for lollipops, not for dolls, not for unsatisfactory grades, not for growing up willfully. ...
Quietly, quietly, you flooded in my heart, and at night, you sobbed under the covers. You smell unique. At this time, I have more bitterness in my studies and more heaviness in my life.
Later, whenever I was lonely and helpless, disappointed and empty, you quietly came to my side and slowly healed the wounds in my heart. You told me there would be a rainbow after the storm. As the saying goes, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
An essay on the topic of tears 12 Someone said: "Tears are the sublimation of emotions, and only those who can shed tears really know how to taste life in various ways."
When the melody of happiness plays, the heart begins to ripple, so the eyes secrete a wonderful liquid-white tears, which is the crystallization of happiness. When suffering comes to us quietly, fear and despair make us almost collapse. At this time, tears welled up, and all the grievances were vented in an instant. This is an allusion to the pain.
The snow outside the window is colorful, and occasionally there is a breeze blowing. With the rhythmic footsteps of pedestrians, snowflakes began to dance gracefully, elegant and interesting. Sitting in front of a desk by the window, holding my chin, I can't help admiring this poetic picture. Nature is really a wonderful creator! A paper plane crossed the line of sight and I rushed downstairs curiously. A little girl of seven or eight years old is standing in the snow. When she saw me, she ran to my side and asked softly, "Sister, I wrote it on the paper plane. I hope the snow will stop soon." Can my wish come true? " I said inexplicably, look, how beautiful the snowflakes are. "Looking up, I saw a few tears hanging from the corner of my little sister's eye. I asked her how she was, and the answer surprised me. She said that grandma was ill and her hands were cold. I hope the snow will stop, so that Grandpa Sun can come out. I stared at the tears in her eyes, so pure, more crystal clear than snowflakes, and more excited.
At this moment, I really realized the meaning of tears.
On the topic of tears, I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.
It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well. At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework carefully.
I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. Accidentally, my foot fell into the lime pit. I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The weather was a little warmer the next day, so I went to wash it.
Leather boots. But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. Hardly had I found the back door when I heard the familiar sound of "swish, swish, swish". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I won't promise anything, but she has taken her boots and brushes. Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.
Ah! I want to praise, praise mother's hand, and praise your mother!
In the beautiful autumn, there is an angel crying in the Woods. Someone once asked her, "Why are you crying?" The little angel said, "I am crying for someone." Then the little angel left tears.
It turns out that there has always been a person in the little angel's heart who gave her good memories. Last autumn, the little angel walked leisurely in an uninhabited forest, but his stomach was croaking. Suddenly, a fresh orange appeared in front of her. She grabbed the orange and took a bite, but the orange peel was too astringent. The little boy sold the orange and gave it to the little angel. The little angel blushed and took the orange he gave. From then on, the little angel went to that place every day to wait for the little boy. Finally one day, the little boy said, "I'm going to Japan. I'm sorry that I can't play with you anymore. I'll give you this box of oranges. " The little angel said with tears, "No, I don't want you to go to Japan." The little boy said, "Don't worry, I will come back as long as you finish this box of oranges." The little angel nodded gently.
After eating this box of oranges, the little angel went to the original place and waited for the boy quietly. When he came to that place, he found an old man waiting for her. He went up to the little angel and said to her, "You are the little angel my son said, aren't you?" The little angel nodded gently, and the grandmother said, "In fact, my child has been suffering from leukemia for a long time and will die sooner or later. He went back to Japan just to make you forget him. " Grandma finished, and the little angel cried.
The little angel has been waiting quietly in that forest. When the golden leaves crossed her face, he said, "I will always wait for him here." ...
Remember, life needs tears.
Composition on the topic of tears 15 Everyone has sweet and sour tears in his life. If you don't believe me, let's experience it with your heart 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!