People always miss a lot of real beauty when they are not paying attention. Below is a composition about I cried that I compiled. I hope it will be helpful to you!
Chapter 1: I cried that time
There are various kinds of friendships in this world that are unforgettable, such as: friendship, family ties, classmates, teachers and students... ..., but what I will never forget the most is the friendship between strangers who we only met once.
It was a sunny Sunday, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and the leaves looked particularly green under the sunlight. I sat in the back of my mother's electric car, happily soaking up the sunshine while humming songs and enjoying the pleasure, as if I didn't have any worries. When we reached an intersection, we suddenly found that there were a lot of people in front of us. My mother and I parked the car and walked closer to take a look. I saw an old man lying on the ground. His hair was white and his beard was also white. He was probably about seventy or eighty years old. There was a bicycle next to the old man, and next to the bicycle was an upside-down motorcycle. The owner of the bicycle had disappeared to nowhere. The old man was lying alone in the middle of the road, and the onlookers formed a circle.
Suddenly, four young people came in. Seeing this scene, they immediately found a wooden board, put the old man on it, and carried the old man to a nearby small clinic, but the small clinic refused. Diagnose and treat this old man. At this time, I heard a young man say: "Go to the hospital. If you don't go, we won't have time!" One of the young people took out his mobile phone and dialed 120. I saw the four young people walking around impatiently. Here, I thought: These young people are so kind. Although they only met once, they extended a helping hand when others did not dare to. This spirit is so valuable.
After a while, the ambulance arrived, and the four young men impatiently carried the old man into the ambulance and escorted him to the hospital. Their tall figures disappeared from my sight in an instant.
When I saw this, my tears blurred... That time, I shed tears.
Chapter 2: That time I cried
When I was a child, I cried many times. Sometimes the body is hurt; sometimes the mind is hurt. The clearest memory I have is what happened last Friday morning.
That day, our classmates who participated in the "Happy Rush Forward" participated in the training, but the math teacher Zhu did not let us train, and the physical education teacher did not let us go back. We were in a dilemma, and Teacher Zhu sent two A classmate asked us to go back to the classroom. They also said: "Teacher Zhu is angry, you are finished." We didn't dare to go back.
One day after morning reading, Teacher Zhu was walking around in the classroom. I was so scared. The breakfast bell rang. Teacher Zhu shouted and told everyone who was going out to eat to be obedient. When we returned to our seats, Teacher Zhu stared at us and said loudly: "Everyone who participated in 'Happy Forward' yesterday was standing on the podium and were not allowed to eat." I felt aggrieved: "Happy Forward" is about to arrive in the city There is a competition. It was my head teacher, Mr. Zhou, who asked me to participate. Yesterday, the physical education teacher also asked the school’s Director Li, and Director Li said it would be fine. Some classmates said to the side: "Who told you not to come back? It's your own fault." I felt even more uncomfortable. After a while, Teacher Zhu came again and yelled at us: "I'll give you two choices. One is to not go to training and go to my math class; the other is to go to training without going to math class. You make your own choice." My eyes were sore and my face was red. My eyes were like a drink that had just been opened and the foam rushed out. I saw Guan Jiaxian standing next to me crying.
This time I shed tears, and I cried very sadly. Who can tell me who I should listen to? I have to listen to every teacher. How should I choose?
Chapter 3: That time I shed tears. Composition
That time I shed tears, tears of regret, tears of grievance, and tears of regret.
When I was a child, I grew up away from my parents. I lived with my aunt in the countryside. Although I have a deep affection for her, whenever I see other children hanging next to my parents, holding hands, I feel like Extremely envious.
< /p>
Finally, one day appeared in the most conspicuous position of my sight, and tears of excitement burst out of my eyes. But what's incredible is that a mother and daughter who reunited after a long separation actually had a big quarrel. Let's look at the ledger while riding a donkey - we'll see.
In the early morning, I felt vague and regretful about what happened yesterday. I found my mother’s room and knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no sound. Is she still angry? Could it be that you haven't gotten up yet? I actually had a thought that I didn't even dare to think about, could she leave? I looked at the door timidly. But I saw the scene I least wanted to see: She was sitting in the car with tears streaming down her face, and two lines of tears streaked down her face until they passed over her cheeks. I choked with sobs, and strings of tears lined up, and my wounded heart was filled with regret, grievance, and regret...I recalled my mother's smile, her shaggy yellow hair, and the clouds of happiness I stepped on under my feet at that time. Now I am lonely. I am lonely, and my aunt’s warm hand is on my shoulder...
That sincere expression will always be imprinted in my heart, forever, forever...
Chapter 4 : I cried that time
In my memory, many things happened, some were happy, some were sad, some were touching... However, the thing that impressed me the most was the incident involving my father. The incident when my mother wrongly accused me of stealing money is still unforgettable.
This incident happened when I was in fourth grade. One afternoon after school, I jumped home as usual. As soon as I entered the door, I heard my father yelling to my mother: "Think about it carefully, where did you put the two hundred yuan?" I can't explain clearly. "Mom and Dad, what are you looking for?" I asked curiously. "Children, don't interrupt in adult matters. Go to your room and do your homework." "Could it be my son..." my mother whispered in a low voice. I was shocked when I heard this, and thought to myself: Don't doubt me, I am Didn't get a penny! At this moment, my parents came towards me, their eyes full of suspicion. Sure enough, my father said to me sternly: "Son, did you take your mother's two hundred yuan?" "No, I didn't see a penny." "No way, no guests have come to our house these days. , who could it be if it weren’t you?” Mom said as she walked up to me. "You wronged a good person..." Before I could recover, my mother slapped me hard twice. Immediately, tears of grievance flowed down. I felt like a mute eating yellow lotus - I couldn't express the pain.
The next morning, when my mother went to the closet to get clothes, she found two hundred-dollar bills fluttering down. At this time, my nose felt sore and tears flowed down again. My mother looked at me guiltily and said softly: "I'm sorry, son, my mother wrongly blamed you." My mother came over and touched my head, and I felt my mother's hands trembling.
Although I shed tears of grievance that time, I will not blame my mother, because my mother will always be the good mother who loves me the most and loves me the most!
Chapter 5: That time I shed tears
I am a sunny girl, very strong, but once, I shed tears.
It was a Saturday morning. I was fast asleep in bed, but my mother had gotten up early. My mother came to my bed and said to me: "Get up quickly, little lazy pig!" I ignored my mother's words and continued to sleep. My mother was a little angry and said to me: "You bad lazy pig, if you don't get up soon, you're going to be hungry!" I said impatiently: "Why are you getting up! I have to take a nap!" Mom listened. Suddenly she became furious: "You stinky girl, you don't want to get up, right? You have to get up then!" After saying that, my mother picked up a pillow and threw it at me. It hurt me so much. I started crying all of a sudden. I crawled into bed while crying, and my mother ran to the kitchen angrily.
I hid in the quilt and muttered: "This bad mother, I just slept in, was it necessary to beat me until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen?" I couldn't help but touch my hand. Face.
At this time, my mother walked into the room again, sat on the bedside, and comforted me: "I'm sorry, Qiqi, did I hit you too hard just now, but there is something wrong with you, and it is indeed right to sleep in." I am not in good health. If I don’t eat on time, I will suffer from hunger.”
At this time, I suddenly realized that my mother was so angry because she cared about me. I really shouldn’t let her. Angry, unknowingly, I couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.
I said with tears in my eyes: "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you angry, it's my fault." My mother smiled and said, "This is my good daughter."
Since then, I have completely gotten rid of my bad habit of sleeping in, but this is all due to my mother.
Chapter 6: That time I shed tears
Sometimes people’s tears don’t flow easily, and sometimes they can’t control it when it’s time to flow. Tears are really a weird thing.
There is one thing in my memory that makes me want to cry when I think about it. Last year my family got a cute puppy - Tuantuan. We are good friends. Whenever I come home from school, the first person to greet me is Tuantuan. It circles me in front and behind, hugging my legs and licking my hands until I pat it. head, it calmed down.
Tuantuan often helps me do many things. Take that little thing for example. That day, my parents went out to run errands and handed me the keys and told me not to lose them. I locked the door and went to my neighbor's house to play, but accidentally lost the key. Tuan Tuan brought the key to me while staring at me with big doubtful eyes. As if to say: "Little master, why did you throw the key on the ground? You must be careful in the future!" I hugged my ball excitedly.
But one day I came home from school. Hey! Why didn't Tuantuan come to pick me up? When I got home, I saw that Tuantuan was sick. Even though Dad gave it an injection, it remained motionless. When it saw me coming back, it forced its eyes to open and look at me, as if to say to me: "I'm sorry! I didn't pick you up." I felt very distressed. I bought him a lot of delicious food, but he didn't eat anything. When I came home from school on the third day, I immediately came to Tuantuan's nest. It was already dying, and my father said that it was no longer alive. After hearing what my father said, I burst into tears. The scenes of getting along with Tuantuan appeared in front of me. I have never cried so sadly.
I cried for a long time that time. Although it has been more than a year, I still remember it fresh. I can’t stop crying while writing my composition! I will never forget you - Tuantuan.
Chapter 7: I cried that time
I am a strong boy, but that time I cried. It was in the fifth grade. The teacher showed a movie "Warm Spring", which made me cry for a long time.
This movie is very touching and moved me very much. The movie tells the story of Baozhu’s father who adopted Xiaohua, but was dissatisfied by his daughter-in-law, Xiaohua’s aunt. The aunt made things difficult for Xiaohua in every possible way. Xiaohua endured it. Once, my aunt accidentally fell down, and Xiaohua helped her up very sensibly, but she pushed Xiaohua intentionally, but Xiaohua still helped her up. Xiaohua’s noble character regardless of past grudges moved me. .
When the movie shows Baozhu’s father braving the heavy rain and strong wind, walking on the muddy road to cut willows and weave bamboo baskets to earn money for Xiaohua to go to school, the old man is like a man who is not like himself. The efforts of this unrelated child touched me deeply and made me cry.
One time, the two of them finally had a plate of chicken on the dinner table. Grandpa gave the biggest piece to Xiaohua, but Xiaohua gave it to grandpa. The two of them gave in and finally lost it. On the table. Such selfless love makes me excited.
Thinking about us, I am now living a life where I have to hold out my hands for clothes and open my mouth for food. I have chicken, duck, fish and meat everywhere, but I don’t want to eat this or that. But some children in the mountains don't even have money to go to school, let alone food. Thinking of this, I cried even more sadly. There is a scene that I still vividly remember, that is, Xiaohua asked the teacher to use a pencil to correct her homework, and then she could erase it and write again.
That time, I cried. I was moved by Xiaohua’s sensible example. I cried. I was not sad but moved.
Chapter 8: That time I shed tears
That time, I shed tears.
It wasn’t because of the excitement of the TV series, the experience of success or failure, or the quarrels caused by family discord. I shed tears because my mother arbitrarily reprimanded me when I was practicing hard-tipped calligraphy...
"I started practicing calligraphy during the summer vacation, Wen Tian." When I heard what my mother said, I frowned, but I had no idea. Who knew that hard-tipped calligraphy was once the pride of me and my school teachers? I wrote seriously for an hour and finally completed two practice sheets. Unfortunately, my mother came to check and found that the strokes of several words were not in place, especially "捺". When I wrote it at the end, the strokes were not obvious and a bit... Because of the thick lines, my mother thought that my basic skills of "捺" were too poor and punished me to rewrite two pieces of paper. Tears of grievance welled up in my eyes.
There was too much content in two pages. After I filled the only good pen with water, I found that the writing was too thick and unsightly, so I had to use another one with some cracks. Pen now. My mother helped me wrap the transparent tape around the crack, and I started writing. I was afraid that the pen water would leak out of my fingers again, so I wrapped a layer of toilet paper outside the transparent tape and wrote with my fingers as if they were holding a thick iron rod. As I was writing, my father passed by me and found that my hands were black and he was very puzzled: "Why do you write like this?" "It's leaking!" I answered correctly.
"Why? Dropped? Let me take a look." Unexpectedly, my father took the pen and was about to take off the transparent tape. I shouted hurriedly: "Dad, don't take it off!" Dad ignored me. I continued to tear off the transparent tape, and I couldn't help grabbing it and shouting: "Don't peel it off, it's leaking!"
My mother heard the noise and came over in a hurry: "What's the matter?" I held the pen and couldn't stop it. say. "Wen Tian, ??why did you open it? Don't you know it's leaking?" Mom grabbed the pen and quickly wrapped it and handed it to me. She glanced at my notebook and said, "Same for you, look at how you messed up this white notebook. It’s so dirty, there are black marks! What are you doing, Wen Tian? Tear it up!” At this time, my mother became angry again and tore up a piece of practice paper I had just finished writing.
What? My mother's words rang like thunder in my ears. I had finally practiced a picture and she asked me to rework it again! The pen was so difficult to use and was so thickly wrapped that I couldn't hold it properly. It was hot and my palms were sweaty. The leaked ink and sweat blurred onto the notebook. It must have been very dirty. Besides, the pen is not the transparent glue I took off. If you have the ability, you can scold my father or beat him? But no matter what I thought, the page had been torn out, and the tears that had been in my eyes just now rolled down quietly without restraint.
That time, I really cried in grievance.