In the early morning, everyone in the whole room had a sad face, and there was a smell of sadness in the air. Grandpa, my dearest grandfather, the one who loved me most when I was young My grandfather has left me, us, and this home forever.
I still remember when I was a child, I often sat on my grandfather’s lap, listened to my grandfather telling stories, sang "The East is Red" with my grandfather, and listened to my grandfather telling ancient poems... How happy and beautiful those days were. , but now I will never see my grandpa again.
I was six years old at that time. I had just started kindergarten. My grandpa said that I had finished class and was waiting for me at the door. When I ran out of the classroom with joy, I looked around and thought: Where is grandpa? Why is there no grandpa? Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and decided to go home by myself. The moment I looked on the side of the road and saw that there was no car, I ran to the middle of the road. But just as I was running to the opposite side, there was also a car running towards me. Come on, I was petrified and stood motionless. I seemed to hear someone shouting in my ears: "Longlong, run, run!" Then, it was dark in front of me. When I woke up, my father was anxiously Touching my head, I weakly said to my father: "Dad, me, where am I?" My father said to me: "In the hospital, you have been in a coma for 24 hours!", "Where is mom?" I said to my father. Dad said: "I'm seeing grandpa in the next ward." "Grandpa? What happened to Grandpa!" I was shocked. "Longlong, don't be like this. You have a good rest and listen to what I tell you. In order to save you, grandpa was hit by a car more than two meters away. You were not seriously injured." When I got better, I took advantage of my father's When I was buying food and my mother was going to the bathroom, I quietly pushed open the door of my grandpa's ward. The moment I saw my grandpa, I was shocked. He had his eyes closed tightly, a breathing mask on his mouth, and he was infusing fluids. I cried. I walked to the bedside and cried to my grandpa: "Grandpa, grandpa, wake up. You still have to accompany Longlong to read and tell stories. Grandpa, grandpa..." I don't know if grandpa can hear it, but there are two lines on his face. Clear tear stains.
Now, grandpa has left forever. This moment is a sad moment and an unforgettable moment. I just want to say to grandpa now: "Grandpa, I wish grandpa in heaven a happy life." !”.
Sad Moment Composition 4: A Sad Moment
What is the most precious moment in the world? It's "love". Once you have "love", it is difficult to erase it from your heart.
One day at noon, my parents said they were going to take my big hen to my aunt’s house to kill it and make chicken soup. When I heard the news, I still didn't believe it. I came to the big hen and stared at it blankly. It was "taking a bath". When it saw me coming, it looked at me as if it was saying hello to me. I thought that in a few hours it would be dead. I'll never hear it cluck, see it walk from the backyard to the front yard, or eat the eggs it lays. The tears couldn't help but fall down drop by drop.
In the afternoon, my father wrapped the big hen in a snakeskin bag and took it to my aunt's house. When I arrived at my aunt's house, I saw that the big hen was so pitiful, so I used scissors to cut a hole in the snakeskin bag so that the big hen could put its head out and breathe.
I squatted next to the big hen, looking at it and crying. The scenes from the past seemed to come to mind again. When we are eating, it always likes to squat at the door and watch us eating. Sometimes, I deliberately rush over to scare it away. When I see it running away obediently, I dance with joy. Every day, when I come back from school and just open the door, I can always hear its "clucking" sound. It always rushes over and waits for me at the door, as if it is welcoming me. I put down my schoolbag and quickly grabbed a handful of rice for it to eat.
When it first came to my house, it was very afraid of people. As soon as I approached it, it ran away. Gradually, after we have been together for a long time, it is no longer afraid of me. If I call out "cluck", it will rush over in a sprint. It knows that I want to give it something to eat. Later, it simply ran to me, and I tried to touch it with my hands. At first, it backed away in fright. Once, twice...it gradually got used to me touching it with my hands.
I talk to it when I have free time, and it always tilts its head, as if it is listening attentively. Every day, I go to see it and give it food. It lays an egg for us every day.
Unknowingly, it has been in my house for almost four years, and we have become good friends. Now it's going to be a delicacy. You say, can I not be sad?
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the adults were ready to kill the chicken. Some of them were boiling water, and some were sharpening knives. I sat on the chair, very sad, with tears rolling in my eyes. Dad closed the kitchen door and asked me to look. Through the door, I heard the sad cry of the hen. This time the "cluck" sound was no longer so majestic and powerful, but so miserable. Hearing its heart-rending cry, I finally couldn't help it anymore, and tears burst out of my eyes. The more I cried, the sadder I became.
The big hen is so simple and lovable. My dear friend was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. I know that the hen will die sooner or later, but I don’t know why, but I still can’t suppress the pain in my heart. I think maybe I have feelings for it because we have been together for a long time.
The moment the hen was slaughtered, I was really sad...