At that moment, I shed tears.
"I can follow the light like a shadow sleepwalker. Whether you pass by or not, I can wait at this intersection ..." The CD shop on the corner is still open.
"The midnight wind is really cold." I couldn't help shivering. I looked at the brightly lit shops on the street corner, as if I were in unknown darkness. The faint light flashing in the distance gave birth to a little desire, and I walked towards that light.
"Cheep-"The store door opened, and I saw an old man over sixty years old, hunched and weather-beaten. Looks like we're closing. When he turned around, he found me standing not far away. He stopped to look at me carefully, then said to me in an old but still powerful voice, "Little girl, I don't think you miss that" wild doll "either. Why don't you go home so late? "
"I ..." Embarrassed, he seemed to see through me at a glance. Pat me on the shoulder and say kindly, "Forget it, you'd better come in first." It's cold outside. "
I went into the shop and looked around. Rows of shelves are full of dazzling CDs, and the sound songs next to the shelves are still the same. Somehow, this decoration makes me feel particularly warm. At this moment, grandpa brought me a cup of boiled water. I hesitated for a while, and finally took the glass of water.
"You look like my little granddaughter. She is a teenager. She is always angry and naughty. Now can you tell me why she doesn't go home? " He sat opposite me, smiling at me.
Holding the cup tightly, I lowered my head and said hesitantly, "My mother ... always restricts me, and when we talk ... we will argue ..." When I said this, my nose was a little sour. I paused for a moment and tightened my cup again.
Then, I told the whole story in detail. I looked at the boiling water in the cup, and tears of injustice swirled in my eyes and said, "Thank you for the boiling water. If only my mother could be half as good as you. "
"Little girl, I just gave you a glass of water to make you want to cry, and the mother who gave birth to you and raised you worked hard to be good to you unconditionally. Have you ever said thank you to her? "
I froze.
"Go home! Don't worry your mother. "
I recovered and my heart began to sting inexplicably. Looking at the dark night outside the window, a voice urged me to go home quickly. I didn't have time to say hello to grandpa, so I ran home. Dim street lamps render the silence of the night, and many pictures emerge in my mind:
When I first learned to walk, I liked to run barefoot all over the street, and my mother followed me all the time. "Run slowly, don't knock, fall down, be careful of the car ..."
When I was in primary school, my mother always bothered me with all kinds of instructions. She secretly looked at me at the window several times. I happened to pass by the school when I caught her, so I stopped by to see if I was doing well.
When I was in junior high school, my mother came to see me whenever she was free. I was often laughed at. Gradually, I began to dislike my mother and stopped talking to her. Then I felt that there was a thick wall between my mother and me. Once, I said to my mother, "I told you not to pick me up." Why did you come? " ! My mother looked at me weakly and said, "I just came to see you and brought you some fruit, which is quite fresh ..." After this incident, my mother stopped coming to school, but my mood was inexplicably lost, and I always felt something was missing. Until one time, I walked home and met my mother in a corner of the school. I know she has been waiting here, and I am afraid of meeting her, so I often make detours.
Memories are like movies, carved with an inch of old time. The laughter of childhood is gone, and now it is more quarreling. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets.
Half an hour later, I stood not far from home, looking at the familiar and strange house, and my heart was shaking. Since my father was away on a business trip, my mother gradually developed the habit of locking the doors and windows in advance at night and then turning on all the lights in the living room. Afraid of silence and loneliness, she always likes to sleep with the TV on.
I pushed open the door left unlocked and saw my mother sleeping on the sofa. I walked by quietly, only to find that her mother was so petite and thin. Years have eroded her face, and her hair has turned into strands of white hair, with many fine lines on her face. How did time ruin her in such a mess? My mother in my memory is not like this! That's not true. My tears of regret slowly turned into feelings. I held my mother's hand and my face was wet through.
At that moment, I shed tears.
At that moment, I shed tears. Excellent composition 2
Summer is unbearably hot. The sky is blue, without a cloud. The leaves are green as gauze, the wind blows the dense leaves, and cicadas sing one after another, penetrating the sultry air.
It was the afternoon of June 12, and thousands of students gathered at the school gate. Standing among them, I only felt that the air was so hot that it was frozen. Just like in popular scenic spots, people are crowded and it is difficult to breathe. My already nervous heart became depressed and heavy. Because this is the first big exam I will face in my life.
To put it bluntly, we have been preparing for this exam for two years. From the initial introduction to the intense review later, I finally got the result. Every day from getting up in the morning to getting dark, I am working hard for myself and nervously reviewing for the exam. Time has witnessed everything. Four thick textbooks were recited by me over and over again, and a lot of exercises were almost finished. The teacher's office has become my favorite place to go. But I am still not satisfied. In the exam month in June, everyone was sweating like a pig and didn't dare to slack off. Coupled with several mock exams, the results are not ideal and I am very anxious. I really can't imagine how I will feel when I finally fall into Sun Shan after all my efforts. Fortunately, I adjusted my status in time, re-formulated my review plan and redoubled my efforts. I think I have to live up to myself.
On the day of the exam, like most people, I was nervous and expecting. After answering the question, my legs are shaking.
Ten days later, on June 22nd, HKCEE's results were announced. I entered my name and admission ticket number in an orderly way, but at the moment I clicked "OK", I became restless and sweaty. Then, I froze, staring at the screen: geography A, biology A, carefully confirmed several times, at that moment, I shed tears. Tears flowed freely on my face, but my heart was extremely relaxed. My efforts have finally paid off, and my strength has been affirmed.
Try to do nothing, try to touch yourself.
I think I did it.
At that moment, I shed tears.
Who held up an umbrella for you in the rain? Who takes care of you when you are sick? Who raised you with their own efforts? Ah, mom! What a kind name! Ah, maternal love! You are the greatest love in the world!
One day, my parents went to work and left me alone at home.
After finishing my homework, I went to the yard to exercise. I started skipping rope. Jumping and jumping, suddenly a little sick, I stopped exercising. After less than half a minute, I threw up the breakfast meeting with a "wow" and fell to the ground like a sponge. I stood up again with a brace and walked into the room step by step. As soon as I went to bed, I felt dizzy and fainted at once. It took me a long time to wake up.
When I woke up, I found that it was already 1 1 o, my stomach was growling and my mind was much clearer. Only then did I remember that Mom and Dad didn't come home at noon today. I was almost desperate, so I called my mother with a try attitude. After learning that I was ill by phone, I said anxiously, "How are you, son?" ? What's wrong? Hang in there, mom will be back soon! You must hold on! "
Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, my mother came back. As soon as she entered the door, she eagerly shouted, "Son, can you still hold on?" Mom bought you a box lunch! Eat quickly, and we'll go to the hospital immediately after eating! "
I looked at this small box lunch in my hand, and tears could not help flowing down and dripping on it. I want to say, "Mom! I love you! " But the words came to my mouth and I swallowed them back. My tears flow down, and my heart is full of gratitude to my mother ... (This is a moving tear! Insertion is so touching)
Ah, mom! What a kind name! Ah, maternal love! You are the greatest love in the world! ....., mom, you are the greatest mother in the world! Mom, I love you forever!
Delicate brushwork, touching truth, good!
At that moment, I shed tears.
It's cloudy, without a cloud. There was a piercing bird song in my ear. Looking up at the sky, an empty line crossed.
I walked on a bumpy road and looked up at my childhood town. One or two dead trees stood there silently, the ancient city wall had been knocked down, the small building with blue tiles and white walls was buried under the plastic paper wall, and I walked into the town sadly, and everything disappeared in the rotation of the timeline wheel.
I clearly remember that the new story of the town has just begun when the spring grass grows pollen green, the branches are tender and the leaves are yellow-green, and the peach blossoms on the treetops look up. The right swallow is eager to fly back to the town to find the advocates of the old year. Every household goes out to work while welcoming swallows, and farmers go out to farm. The whole family is busy around. Except children, boys like flying kites. Dragonflies, centipedes and eagles all go up to the sky, float up, but disappear, and probably get into the white and fluffy clouds. The girls each carried a small basket and followed their mother and grandparents to pick tea. The green tea field is full of cheerful songs. In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset kissed the town and everyone came back. After a while, as night falls, every household lights up.
I clearly remember cicadas singing in early summer and lotus flowers crying. When most of the flowers fall, green is on the stage of the town. Large tracts of green, and even shade, so the town is much cooler. The leisurely old man played chess under the tree and talked about his family. The hearty laughter overflowed in the town and merged with the constant cicada singing into a cheerful tune. In the lotus pond, big lotus flowers are in full bloom among the lotus leaves, and the girls are rowing and picking lotus leaves. Occasionally, the drizzle is hazy, and colorful paper umbrellas spread out on the water, like exquisite silks and satins embroidered with vivid patterns.
I clearly remember that the early autumn was fruitful and the leaves fluttered. When the summer heat bid farewell to the town, when heavy fruits hung on the trees, another song was sung in the town. Every household is busy harvesting, scrambling to bring lovely fruit dolls home. Children also cheered, shuttling between busy adults, like a bird, free. After the autumn harvest, the vendors began to work. The characteristic cry has become the cultural landscape of the town, which is loud and penetrating and can always be heard everywhere. Tang Hua, Muppets and Maltose attracted children's attention, and the streets became very lively.
I clearly remember that it was the middle of winter, with snow and laughter. When the water is covered with a thin layer of ice, the town is particularly charming because of the white snow flowers. People are ready for the Spring Festival and look forward to more wealth and happiness in the coming year. In the pot, jiaozi is swimming like a white fish. The kitchen is rising, but the children outside can't wait. A pair of eyes stared at mother's figure and kept swallowing. Firecrackers crackled and the sky was full of brilliant fireworks. The family sat around the dining table, warm and harmonious. The night falls on the small building, like running water, stroking the Qingshiqiao, stroking the old city wall and stroking everyone's heart.
Everything no longer exists. People in the town took their luggage, got on the bus and were sent to live in a new community. Women and children hide their faces and cry, men look dignified, and they look at the farther town through the window glass. The quaint town will eventually become a high-rise building, but I want to go back in time and go back to places we are all familiar with. The cold wind cut my homesickness like an invisible pair of scissors.
At that moment, I was in tears.
At that moment, I shed tears.
That time, I shed tears. I'm not ashamed and I'm not sorry. I am filled with tears of happiness, because the harvest is successful.
In the first semester of grade _ _, the teacher chose me to participate in the composition contest held by our school. To tell the truth, I don't have the strength and confidence to participate. But I dare not refuse the teacher's decision. The teacher told us to get ready when we went home and read some composition books worth learning. There are still a few days before the competition. Teachers often use their spare time to help us with our compositions. Detailed description, appropriate details, contrast ... The teacher spoke very carefully. I said to my teacher, "Thank you, I won't live up to your expectations!" " "The teacher smiled and said," As long as you review, think and write carefully, it is important to participate. "
I keep my teacher's words in my heart and hide that gratitude in my heart.
Knowing that we were going to take part in the competition, the students took out the best composition books at home. We enjoyed the beautiful words together and analyzed the expression methods ... The students worked hard for me and encouraged me. Zheng Yuchen, in particular, took out a brand-new composition book that my father just bought, gave me a thick composition book, patted me on the shoulder and said, "You should strive to win a place for our class and get honor!" "After listening to your words, I made up my mind to win honor for my class and my classmates!
I was really moved by the strength my classmates gave me!
When my mother learned that I was going to take part in the composition contest, she called me from time to time: "My mother is very happy that you are going to take part in the composition contest. You must work hard ... My mother believes you are great! "
With my mother's encouragement, I seem to have more confidence.
On the day of the competition, I came to the examination room and examined it carefully. It was an imaginary composition, so I conceived and selected materials. I started writing "Sasha Vujacic" ...
A few days later, the teacher brought good news to our class: "_ won the first prize in this composition competition." I can't believe the facts in front of me. Everyone surrounded me: "Celebrate your winning the first prize". The students cheered and were happy together.
My mother called and I told her the good news. I know my mother is very happy: "mom believes you are great!" " "
I cried when I won the prize that time. I shed tears of excitement and happiness. Behind my hard-won awards and my success, teachers, classmates and family members gave me silent support ... They gave me confidence and strength, and I was really touched.
At that moment, I shed tears.
The signal light changed from green to red, so I had to stop. The passing cars are in a hurry. Probably in such a cold winter, people want to go home early. I was in a trance, and the dim street lamp brought my thoughts back to three years ago.
It was also a winter. It was late, so I put on my coat and went out.
Hardly had I reached the stairs when a cold wind hit me. The sky was dark and there were no stars. The street lamp is so dim that you can hardly see your feet. "It will definitely be another bad weather tomorrow." I wrapped my coat tightly and thought.
"Come on, what are you doing here at night?" I kept rubbing my hands and asked trembling. There is little traffic on the road, and the empty streets give people a sad feeling. She looked embarrassed and seemed to be making some important decisions. Then he took a deep breath and said, "My parents have been transferred. I'm going to my grandmother's city." I was a little dizzy by this long list of sentences without punctuation: "Can you repeat that?" She said it again slowly, word for word, and her voice echoed in the deserted street, which seemed so unreal. Because of the cold, the leg that keeps stamping seems to be stuck to the ground and can't move. After I repeatedly confirmed that I didn't understand correctly, I struggled to pull out a smile: "Really? That's good. I heard that the schools there are very powerful! "I know my expression must be ugly and stiff. She didn't answer. " When are you leaving? "My voice trembled slightly. She has been afraid to look at me, her head is very low, and she says in a muffled voice, "Tomorrow. "
Surprise, anger, helplessness and feelings are intertwined, like a mass of cotton blocking my throat, so that I can't spit out a word. She thought I was angry and cried directly: "I didn't mean to, I was afraid you would be sad!" " "I sighed:" forget it, I'm leaving tomorrow, don't cry. "
We sat side by side on the bench and began to tell each other about our childhood embarrassment. "I remember when you were a child, you liked to step on fallen leaves," she said. "As a result, you stepped into the pit once, covered in mud!" I am not to be outdone: "Yes, I remember someone failed in the exam and hid in my house all night!" " "
We talked and talked as if we had something to talk about. Finally, it's time to go home. "Don't look back when you leave." I reminded her. "Why?" "I don't know, it's all played like this in movies." "all right." She replied.
The moment she turned around, the tears I endured all night finally came out. The wind blew on my face, and it was very cold. I watched her figure get farther and farther, and finally became a dot. At that moment, time seemed to be frozen. Through tears, everything is blurred, fuzzy street lamps, fuzzy streets, but unfortunately there is no fuzzy her.
The horn of the car brought me back to reality. Oh, it's already a green light. I went home alone by dim light.
At that moment, I shed tears.
Crying can make people cry, it can be sad crying or moved crying ... We have been crying since childhood, and the word "crying" has gradually left us, but that time, I cried.
"hey!" The door was slammed by me, and I staggered into the living room, collapsed on the sofa and fell to the left. "My heart is back," my mother's voice came from the direction of the bedroom. "Let's finish our homework in the Olympic Mathematics class first." Ouch! I am bored to death! It's 9: 30 at night, and I'm not allowed to sleep. What can I do tomorrow? I rolled my eyes in the direction of mom's bedroom. I closed my eyes in a daze, took out the Olympic math book from the bag next to me, waddled to the table, sat down, opened my eyes, opened the book, glanced at the Olympic math problem like a gobbledygook, picked up the book without hesitation and walked to my mother's bedroom.
"Mom, how to do this problem?" I stood at my computer desk and looked at my mother who was absorbed in playing with her mobile phone. I mean this problem. "Do it yourself first, it's quite simple." Mom gave a sentence without looking. My grumpy character was suddenly exposed. I frowned, grabbed my book and went out. "hey!" I slammed the door. I sat in a chair angrily and threw the book on the table, thinking: I don't think you will either, I have already thought about it! Neither! Then what can I do? My tears flowed involuntarily, and I felt more and more that my mother didn't pay attention to me.
Then my mother came in, and I quickly wiped my tears with my sleeve. My mother moved a small stool and sat next to me. I turned my head and tried not to see my mother. "_ _ _ _ _ _ _, it's not like my mother didn't tell you," my mother told me earnestly. "Do you think about it, if my mother is not with you, who would you ask? You must learn to be independent. You can't ask your mother everything. You have to rely on your mother to solve it! " Mother touched my head.
I finally lost control, my eyes gradually blurred, tears are not obedient's eyes filled with tears. I stood up, leaned over and hugged my mother: "mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slammed your door." You are obviously good for me. " My mother patted me on the back and whispered, "Stop crying, go to sleep and be obedient!" " "At this moment, I can't help thinking that my mother always tucks me in when I sleep and helps me put on my coat and clothes when I'm cold.
Yes! Mom obviously does it for my own good! But how did I treat my mother! I feel like a thorn in my heart. It hurts, it hurts.
Since childhood, crying has been with us. With the growth of age, it gradually drifted away from us. However, that time, I cried.
At that moment, I shed tears.
Everyone's first action on earth is crying. Crying is not only an instinct of human beings, but also a way to express emotions. We sometimes cry bitterly; Sometimes I cry silently; Sometimes I am too excited to speak; Sometimes I cry because of my guilt. The same is crying, but it expresses different emotional colors. As the saying goes, "Men don't cry lightly, but they haven't reached the sad place yet." That's my understanding. Now I go back to that night two years ago. Until now, that cry has taught me a lot. ...
In those days, my mother got a big pustule on her leg because of getting angry, and it never got better. So during that time, my mother became a frequent visitor to the hospital, but it didn't get better anyway. Finally, she had to go to the hospital for resection. After four stitches, my mother went home on crutches.
A strong mother got rid of her limp and went to work a week later. One night, when I came home from school, my mother had already cooked dinner, but I insisted that my mother go downstairs to buy takeout for me. First, my mother pulled out a chair and asked me to sit down. Then she sat next to me and calmly told me that today's dinner was ready and promised to buy it for me tomorrow. I leaned my head against the back of the chair and stubbornly said, "No, no, just today, I must eat today!" " "No matter how my mother advised me, I was indifferent. My mother also lost patience because of shame. She stood up suddenly, with one hand on the table and the other on the back of the chair, pointing at me and saying loudly, "I am really tired every day, my leg hurts badly, and I have a hard time walking." I have to go to work, buy food and cook for you, do housework and go to the hospital. Your father can't count on it. You are still ignorant and angry with me ... "Then she said.
At that moment, I was left alone in the chair, and time seemed to stop. I was quietly thinking about what had just happened. Am I going too far? Just as I was thinking, suddenly, my mother's door opened like it was knocked open. Mother blushed angrily and looked a little tired, only to see her carrying a bag and changing clothes. You must go outside the door. I quickly asked in a low voice, "Mom, where are you going?" "Where do you think I'm going?" She shouted. "I bought you something to eat." Say and slam the door.
I looked at my mother's back and thought of her sad expression. I froze at first, and then a string of tears ran down my cheeks. Like a broken bead, it falls silently. I want to cry, but I can't. I remembered the scene just now. This time, instead of being indifferent, I turned and ran to the phone ... later, I don't remember how I made up with my mother.
Crying can make people express their emotions, make people feel closer, make people grow up instantly, and make people positive. That cry, for my feelings, made me understand gratitude and understanding, and also realized the greatness of maternal love!
At that moment, I shed tears.
Everyone cries, even the strongest person you look. It's just that they cry silently, some are sad tears, some are painful tears when they leave ... every tear has its own meaning. Of course, I will also cry. That time my tears were tears of failure.
As usual, the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, and everyone is doing what he should do. On that day, I took the first entrance exam.
In the morning, I get up early. I walked into the examination room with fear and excitement. I thought to myself, "This question must be very difficult, and I will definitely fail." I have no confidence in myself. When the invigilator slowly pushed open the door and came in with the paper in his arms, I could hear a needle drop quietly in the examination room, and my heart lifted higher. The only thing that can comfort me in this exam is that I won't take the English exam.
She stood on tiptoe, raised her head, held out her finger, counted a row of people, and then sent us the paper. As soon as I got the paper, I took a quick look at the questions. As I expected, these questions are very difficult. I have many questions that I don't understand. I'm very nervous, but I have to do it. After I finished, I found that there was still a lot of room to do. I have read every question carefully, but it still doesn't work. I really don't know what to do. I vaguely saw other people's papers, and everyone was full. My mind is blank now and I can't think of any problems. I looked at my watch and wanted to hand in my paper. I really wanted to cry at that time ... I handed in my paper, but I was not allowed to write!
When I got home, I really couldn't help crying. I cried. I remembered what my mother said to me before the exam: the exam is to test you, not to summarize, and the exam can let you see the gap between you and your friends. I cried sadly and reflected on myself: "Why do others have so much knowledge, but I left many questions blank?" I know there must be a reason, and there is too little effort. " I never thought that I would learn some extracurricular knowledge after finishing the homework assigned by the teacher. Besides, I was too careless. I do not like reading. In some spare time, I would rather watch TV than read books. Alas, I can't study, so I have to work harder in the future! "I'm still sobbing ...
After this incident, I summed up a truth. Failure means nothing. It just means you haven't succeeded yet. -Failure is the mother of success. How can we see the rainbow without wind and rain? Only by passing the test can you succeed. However, the premise is that you can't lose confidence in yourself and don't give up before the exam.
I cried at that moment. Excellent composition 10
That time, I shed tears. At that time, I didn't cry because of my parents' scolding, nor did I cry because of pain. But because the words "don't give up" and "separate" completely defeated me.
I still remember that it was the last math class in the next semester of grade _ _ _, and it was also the last class I had with all my classmates in _ _ _.
I still remember clearly what xu teacher, a math teacher, said in that class. At that time, that is, the eve of the final exam. Instead of asking us to do those boring math problems, xu teacher said something unforgettable to his classmates.
She said to us, "Students, this is our last class. The teacher is leaving you. Son, in the next new semester, you should adapt to the new teacher, be conscious, endure loneliness and study hard. I believe all the students in our class will remember that we used to be a happy group, happy together, working hard together and crying together. ...
Hearing this, I saw the laughter of my classmates together again, but it suddenly occurred to me that all this was about to become a mirage. I can't attend classes with these classmates who share joys and sorrows, and I can't see these familiar faces every day. My tears drop by drop, and my disappointment with my classmates is released through tears. I hate it. I hate the hourglass of time. "I wiped away my tears with my hands, trying not to let them flow down, thinking that I just wanted to leave a smiling me in the memory of my classmates. But helpless, tears flowed from my eyes involuntarily. Tears fell on my hands, but flowed into my heart. I vaguely saw some students quietly wiping their tears.
At this moment, I remembered what xu teacher said: People are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute and beautiful. This sentence inspired me many times. At this time, the tears that finally stopped flowed down again. I was finally completely defeated by "parting" and "giving up". How can I be willing to part with such a good teacher and such a good classmate?
Tears, flowing into my mouth, are so bitter ...
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