Opening the small window of my memory, I remembered a day last semester and the touching scene ......
On that day, our school invited a professor from abroad to give us a vivid lesson on gratitude education. He spoke vividly on the stage about many examples of gratitude, so that the students were y touched. Afterwards, he told the students to go up to the stage to speak their heartfelt words that had been buried in their hearts for a long time. I thought no one would go up, but the result was unexpected. Students have gone on stage. They, like a torrent, solemn and unstoppable, on the stage. Almost every student's eyes were moist. They are on the stage and their parents to carry on a heart to heart dialogue, admit their faults and express their determination to study well and repay their parents in the future.......
Maybe it is infected by this atmosphere, I was slightly shocked, I just feel a torrent, from the bottom of my heart, rushed out of my eyes, I cried. But I did not wipe away the tears, let it wet my face, wake up my heart that does not know gratitude.
Yes! How can I not know gratitude? From the time I croaked, to grow up, which is not the credit of parents ah! Dad, mom, it is you, accompanied me through I do not know how many spring, summer, fall and winter. It is you who have accompanied me through all the bumps and setbacks. It is you who have accompanied me out of the wrong way and into the light. When I was aggrieved, it was you who left the work in hand and ran to my side to comfort me and counsel me. In my homework is not completed, but has long been tired to go to bed, it is you, accompanied me to finish my homework, know that the night is quiet. In fact, you are more tired than I am! When I was sick, it was you who stayed by my bedside and cared for me, pouring water for me and bringing me delicious food. When the weather suddenly turned cold, who was it? And again, a long way to send me clothes and gloves?
Dad, mom, you give me love, how great it is ah! It is like sweet rain, like rain and dew, moisturizing me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; and like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate the layers of barriers, sprinkled to every place where I am, every day with me; it will embrace my crying, my laughter; it will hold up an umbrella for me, paving a road, filling all the ups and downs.
Dad, mom, the love you gave me, how selfless it is! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive my childhood ignorance! From now on I will study hard, learn to be grateful and repay you well!
The grace of a drop of water will be repaid by a spring. But what you have given me is the whole ocean!
2. Write 300 on the topic of tearsTears and life
Suddenly, for no reason at all. Whether others know anything or not, just want to leave. Let it become the past that others can't remember even if they deliberately mention it. I want to run away from this fantasy. Escape from this sadness. Escape from this trap. If you put too much into it, the one who gets hurt is yourself after all. I realized that I am the kind of sadness that can't be pitied. Even I look down on myself, I've invested without any end, I've invested without any return. I don't care about it, but what I got in the end was a bruise. I thought I had forgotten, but I was paying attention all the time. Standing in the lonely quiet corner, quiet attention, pay not the slightest return, but also willing. Cut off all the back roads and leave that wrong start. Wrong place, wrong encounter. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
I just want to give myself a clean place. Only one's own world, will live a good life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Medical science believes that tears have a cleansing effect on the eyeballs, and are a kind of stressful reflection of the outside world *** From the time of the fetus, there are basic tears. Thus, tears mark life until after it is over, and perhaps there are still tears in the memory of your soul that has drifted away. People are emotional animals, there are seven feelings and six desires, can not be long repressed in the heart, manifested in the outside, is no more than expression, language, action, etc., joy or sadness, crying and laughing, tears in the eye sockets accumulate, water like flow, drop by drop is the world of emotion. In this world there are true and false, there are calls and traps ......
The city of encounters before getting lost. The city of meeting before getting lost. The kite in your hand has broken its strings. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person. Or is it your existence that makes me feel sorry for myself. Fate passes me by. A distant message on the answering machine. Sweet in a dreamy moment. Leaving behind real thoughts. A single love can connect two people's sky. A road can bring two people together in a flash. Their destinies can change. If you want to believe, you can see each other. A single tear can block the sky between two people. Blurring my vision. Calling out your name
From the beginning to the beginning. Two parallel lines will meet one day. Do you believe? Two parallel lines will meet one day, we, will meet? Tears always can not help but flow down, at that moment I know the temperature of the tears, y appreciate, I can not help but let the hot tears out, let the water to clear the face, each drop contains a kind of pain, this pain so that the tears in the constant venting of injustice, let the tears for their own continuous to shout, but the tears can flow for how long? And how much can you flow?
As the saying goes, "men don't cry lightly" but men cry is not easy to meet, there is no kind of painful emotions, men will not fall in tears, men's tears are indeed very few, perhaps because of the few and especially precious it? One day a man who loves you very much cried, the tears are not for nothing, he really loves you, you are so important to his every expression every word, and you are running away from this love, men are very confused, because he knows that they really love each other, but they love with all their heart ah! Why don't you want to believe in yourself? Why don't you want to accept yourself? The repression of his heart makes him really sad.
Tears are not for nothing, every drop has a grief, a mood, a love of the flow. The tears are valuable and should be cherished. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and that's why you need to be able to do it. Hiding in the night secretly read you. God knows I love you. That's why I'm not allowed to be near you. I know it's me. So I promise to keep my distance. God knows you don't love me. That's why you're punishing me. Letting you exist in my world. But we can't be together. Even the wind knows how to sigh. Even the rain lowers its head. It's a pity. It's a pity that I can only. Hide in the night and cry in secret. I'm afraid someone will see my red eyes. Hiding in the night to think of you. Afraid that someone will see through our secret. I know I can't. I knew I couldn't go on like this. So I warned myself. You're just an illusion. Oh, God. Why do you punish me so? What have l done wrong? I cried. l laughed. I am mad.
Tears are not only associated with sadness and grief, but also with joy. Anger and laughter, tears of joy, people in the great surprise or happiness before, it is difficult to find the best way to express their emotions, and tears are often the first step out of the shower. Laughing with tears, frankness, but then the many feelings of complex emotions for a moment is difficult to say all, all cohesion in the liquid that came out of the socket. Tears seem to have a relationship with the woman, good favor bright eyes, if there is a haze of mist, is a pool of blue beauty and temptation, born to take people's souls and infinite flow. Tears, panting slightly Daiyu hard to hook away the hearts of countless men, why are expected to "fall from the sky a sister Lin", can be imagined. There are tears, men tend to make a fool of themselves to go to pity, women also tend to push the boat birdie, tears become a lubricant of harmonious love. But women can not be used too much, because in the face of women's tears, men are always terrified, do not know what to do, either ignore it, or slip away. Women, remember, many times, the smile and tears are equally important.
3. to tears as the topic of the essay 400 words urgent ----Dusk swarmed out of the school uniforms in the crowd do not want to be swept away by the crowd after school in the playground, drilled through the barbed wire fence last year, the sunflower found last year, more than last year proudly looked up at the sky, hoping not to break, not to wither, if you can turn the desire to tears, tomorrow should be a little bit different, rainy days, in the rain, swaying, as if the kite with a broken string, but also to the end of the day, I will never forget that I have to go back to the past, but I will never forget that I have to go back to the past. I will never give up, even if today is a stormy day, it's still a good day, the day I can finally ride my bike alone, counting the scuffs on my body, but with great joy in my heart, I hope I won't be discouraged, I won't give up, and I'll be able to laugh even more tomorrow than today, if I can leave behind tears of sincerity.
4. 300 words on the topic of tearsA crystalline teardrop, sliding down the cheeks ......
The moment the tears flowed down, you may feel a lot; but when the tears flowed, will you remember that it has touched your heart.
Tears are small, but they hold a lot of things. Crying does not mean sadness; tears, too, are not traces of pain.
In the common impression, tears are a symbol of pain. After the pain, often want to cry; after crying, often a lot of relief. Encountered setbacks, there is crying to relieve; suffered pain, there are tears to comfort ......
Over time, crying has become a tool for the world to paralyze themselves. Tears make people become hypocritical and choose to escape in the face of anything. Gradually, tears lost its true meaning and became something sinful, accomplishing the world's cowardice ......
Tears, in this case, became synonymous with cowardice. Everyone is running away from it, are ashamed of shedding tears. And then they fail to realize that the real fault lies not in the tears, but in themselves. When you are sad and in pain, you cry loudly to paralyze yourself and get rid of your suffering; when you are not in pain, you reject your tears, not thinking that they have ever brought you relief. Humans think they are very smart, and I am ashamed of that. The heart of the diaphragm, abandoned the true meaning of tears, for the sake of that fake strong, for the sake of not letting themselves "cowardly"...... cowardly, tears on behalf of cowardice! I can only laugh bitterly. I can only laugh bitterly. This is not a great irony!
In my opinion, tears do not represent weakness. And then strong people, even if the iron heart, there will be tears. Being touched, calendar pain, many reasons. But whatever it is, tears are always uncontrollable. At the same time, tears are not a tool to paralyze themselves, it is only the flow of emotions ......
When you are sad, you cry out, tears can heal the pain in your heart, the heart of the unhappy and painful, will flow away with the tears. After crying, you may realize. You once paid, even if you didn't get anything, there will be no regrets. Tears are not the patent of weakness, really strong people will not inhibit their tears. Flow out of the eyes, can take away the pain; flow into the heart, but re-breeding another pain.
When you are happy, excitement can make you shed tears, it can make your happiness double, the world is so beautiful. After the tears, look back at the road you have traveled, it is not smooth in the slightest, but you have come through.
Tears, always in your heart when the tide rises, do not deliberately to inhibit it, so that it is free to slip. The ripples in the heart, let out a loud cry, so that they are comfortable, so that they are relieved. Crying, no one will say you are not, and no one has the right to say you are right or wrong. The real smart people, will not put the heart of the matter in the heart. If the tears bring you is suffering, let it flow away, the heart also get appeasement; If the tears bring you is happy, let it flutter, to others also bring some joy. Don't pretend to be strong in your heart, it's fake. In order to give up the flow of true feelings for the sake of that fake thing, that person will lose his soul, wrapped in a shell, inside is hypocrisy!
Reply to the person who added 2010-03-31 21:32 Tears, what a bewildering word, means suffering, humiliation and hardship, is the root of pain! Success, what a desirable word, is proud and proud of the capital, interpretation of the splendor of achievement! Throughout the ages, people's desire to achieve success, and despise tears! In fact, they have entered a blind spot, no effort, shed bitter tears, where is the brilliant achievements, how to smile with relief? Tears and success have an inevitable link, only with the tears of bitterness in order to support the ship of life, into the other shore of success.
5. to tears as the theme, write a composition, word count of 350 or soTears, like a string of beads that have fallen off the line; tears, like a naughty child; tears, like a beautiful pearl ......
It seems that everyone, has their own tears, and I, too, am no exception.
It is it that makes me leave tears of happiness.
A scorching afternoon, the hot sun barbecued the earth. A cool wind blew, flowers and grass dancing, its swaying body, so that the wind took away the heat. Underground, we are stepping in the front step under the guidance of Mr. Cheng. Look, how neatly they are doing it! But slowly, the skin turns black and sweat rolls down, dripping on the ground Luckily, there is a big tree to cover it. Otherwise, the sweat would have been dried up. We practiced hard there, round after round ......
After a long time, only to see Mr. Cheng came over with a smile, I asked the teacher: "Which class first place?"
"Well ...... do it again!"
"Hey!" We walked slowly to the track, thinking: anyway, there is another chance, and there is no possibility that it is our class, try hard! They all concentrate, eyes firmly looking ahead, "Tick-tock-tick-tock ......"
done, we ran over, surrounded the teacher, but the teacher where to sell, "Well ......" We were anxious and clenched our fists.
"It's (2) class!
"Yay!" We cheered.
At this moment, my nose grew red and my eyes red. Tears ran out like a naughty child. I tasted the tears, they were sweet! These are tears, tears of happiness!
It was him who left me with sad teardrops.
That morning, I finished my chores. Sitting on the sofa and watching TV with great interest. A gust of wind blew, the number swayed, and the air was so fresh that I was mesmerized by the picture.
Only to see my mom stumbling, with tears on her face and a tissue in her hand. I saw it and was full of questions. I ran over, helped my mom, walked slowly, and sat on the couch. Mom suddenly wowed and cried, she stammered, "Ooo ...... ooo, it's ...... your grandfather passed away." At once, my body stiffened, "Why, why? Did grandpa no longer play with me? The birds no longer fly, the trees no longer shake. Does the wind no longer blow?" Suddenly, a pearly tear ran down, so crystalline. It was a teardrop, a teardrop of sadness!
It was it that moved me to tears.
I hummed a song as I walked home. It just so happened that I passed by a factory, and when I got close to it, it was in a mess, and I saw a kid who was shorter than me, actually working there! Just see his face full of tired eyes, probably a few days without sleep! Seeing him working hard there, I felt sad for him.
I walked forward, touched the child's head, and asked gently, "What's wrong? Why are you working here?" He sighed and said, "My mom is sick!"
"Huh?"
"I can only work here, my mom has no money for medical treatment." He cried, crying so hard. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let me help you!"
"Uh-huh!" The boy smiled happily. It seemed that everyone on the street heard it and ran to the smelly factory to donate money to the boy.
Seeing this, I smiled. Tears fell like a string of beads that had lost their threads. It was tears, moving tears. The sky is still so blue, the sun is still so bright, the number is still so upright ......
Tears, from the eyes of no one jumped out of the world, the world, thousands and thousands, joy and sadness, there will be a drop of tears. Tears, people's little by little created!
6. to tears as the theme, write a composition, word count of about 350Tears \x0d rain always stops, but human tears have stopped? A few hours ago, I was still crying in the classroom! In the morning, I came to school alive, because today announced the results of the midterm exams, I have always thought that this test is good, you can show off to mom and dad. But it wasn't to be. In the third class, Mr. Jiang announced the results of the midterm language exam. The teacher said in that familiar and sweet voice: "......An Jin Yi, language 93 points." At that time, I was a little depressed, but then I thought that although it is not high, but it is also reasonable. However, just when I went to pick up the paper, Mr. Jiang said to me seriously, "An Jin Yi, your essay was copied, the teacher who judged the paper gave you full marks, you should not get a single point, so your paper will be reduced by 25 points to 68 points." When I heard this news, I was in pain, but I tried my best to hold back from crying, and I kept saying silently in my heart, "Men don't cry, men don't cry, men don't cry." But a class, I still cried, cried like a spring, homework and textbooks have suffered a "torrential rain" raid. Students have sent tissues, advised me not to be too upset. I thought: "rely on this score, how to afford to get up early and late for me to pay for parents, how to afford all day to follow the teaching of the teacher, but I took the test but copied the essay ......" I also thought: "This may be the God of my! A lesson, as the saying goes, eat a moat and grow wiser, in what way should I grow wiser?" On the way home from school at noon, I was still in tears, and even had the idea of dying. But then I remembered what my father said, "The most precious thing is life, no matter how difficult and shocking it is, you have to be brave to live!" As soon as I entered the house, I cried out. After learning the reason, my mother did not blame me, but advised me seriously, "An Yi (my nickname), to be strong, can not be downhearted in the face of failure; to be honest, can not deceive themselves and others." My father also gave me two sayings: "Wisdom is a precious stone, if it is edged with honesty, it will be more brilliant. Modesty benefits, fullness loses." Listening to my mom and dad's advice, I don't feel sad and my tears don't flow anymore. Because through this lesson, I understand a truth: to be strong, honest and humble .
7. to "tears as the theme of writing an exercise, words in 300 words or moreA year has passed, mixed with a touch of sadness, but also full of a little pride. 2008, this extraordinary year, in the vast river of Chinese history, carved an indelible page.
January 25, the cold wind is still blowing, the spring girl seems to have dozed off, let the abominable winter delayed to leave. When you wake up in the morning, you will be disappointed to see that the snow is still falling. This snow to the land of China more than covered with a thin layer of quilt, the once-in-a-century frost also raged up. This snowstorm, resulting in transportation, supplies, people, a large number of crops frostbite, to the people's lives and property threat. However, the strong Chinese people came through. 2008, this cold season ah ......
"5?12", this is a memorable day. At that moment the mountains shook, that moment touched the hearts of many people, that moment let how many people shed tears of sorrow, how many people with their own lives into a strong iron shield, with their own flesh and blood to return that a live life. Earthquake mercilessly on earth there is love. The party and *** quickly responded, the children of China have extended a helping hand, volunteers risked their lives from the four corners of the motherland to the disaster area, for the reconstruction of the disaster area to contribute their share of strength.
I still remember a mother who spent that dark time with her child under the rubble, leaving a text message on her deathbed: "Child, if you are still alive, mom wants you to be strong." Those who have been sleeping underground hope that those who are alive can forget their sorrows, can dry their tears, and can live well. Now we can be so happy life, should not be more cherish their lives?2008, this tearful season ah ......
August 8, 2008 8:08 pm, this historic moment, the Chinese people will not forget. This is the day to fulfill our 100-year Olympic dream. The opening ceremony of the percussion, scroll, song and dance performances of the Chinese nation's 5,000 years of culture together in front of the eyes of the world. When the applause sends the Chinese flag to the blue sky, we all feel proud and proud of this. The Olympic athletes either failed or succeeded, but they all tried their best. They failed to sad when we feel sorry for them, they succeeded when we are proud of laughter. Their sweat for China has achieved great glory. 51 gold medals, ah, behind how many hard years, have been turned into a proud Chinese heart. 2008, this brilliant season ah ......
Memories of 2008, I for the cold winter disaster heartbreaking, but also for the winter warmth of the human touch; I for the earthquake of the lives lost. I am sorry for the lives lost in the earthquake, but also for the unity of the Chinese nation's spirit of encouragement; I am excited about the fierce competition in the Olympic stadium, but also for the rising five-star red flag and proud.
2008, the year of tears and laughter!
8. to (tears) as the topic of writing a composition 300 words The title is self-proposedFirst: Open the small window of memory, I remembered a day last semester, remembered the touching scene ...... On that day, our school invited a professor from abroad to give us a vivid lesson on gratitude education.
He spoke vividly on the stage about many examples of gratitude, so that the students were y touched. Afterwards, he called the students to the stage to tell the buried in the bottom of the heart for a long time from the bottom of the heart.
I didn't think anyone would go up, but the result was unexpected.
I didn't think anyone would go up, but it turned out to be a surprise.
They, like a torrent, solemn and unstoppable, on the stage. Almost every student's eyes were moist.
They were on the stage and their parents to carry out a heart to heart dialogue, admit their faults and express their determination to study well and repay their parents in the future....... Maybe it was infected by this atmosphere, my heart was slightly shocked, I just feel a torrent, from the bottom of my heart, rushed out of my eyes, I cried. But I did not wipe away the tears, let it wet my face, wake up my heart that does not know gratitude.
Yes! How can I not know gratitude? From the time I croaked, to grow up, which is not the credit of parents ah! Dad, mom, it is you, accompanied me through I do not know how many spring, summer, fall and winter. It is you, accompany me through the road bumps, time and time again frustration.
It is you who accompanied me out of the wrong way, towards the light. When I was aggrieved, it was you who dropped your work and ran to my side to comfort me and advise me.
In my homework is not completed, but has long been tired to go to sleep, it is you, the protection of the Fan Penny both蕻焕戈唯恭沥 accompanied me to finish the homework, know that the night is quiet. In fact, you are more tired than me! When I fell ill, it is you guys, guarding my bedside to care for me, give me water to drink, give me to send me something good to eat.
When the weather suddenly turned cold, who was it? And then a long way to send me clothes and gloves? Dad, mom, the love you give me, how great it is! It is like sweet rain, like dew, moisturizing me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; and like spring rain, gentle and delicate.
It will penetrate the layers of barriers, sprinkled to every place where I am, every day with me; it will embrace my crying, my laughter; it will hold an umbrella for me, paved a road, fill all the bumps. Dad, mom, the love you gave me, how selfless it is! But I don't know how to be grateful.
Please forgive my childhood ignorance! From now on, I will study hard, learn to be grateful, and repay you well! I'm sure I'll be able to pay you back for what you've given me. But what you have given me is the whole ocean! Ah! Who says an inch of grass is good enough to repay the three spring suns? Part 2: During the summer vacation, I took English tuition classes and went to my neighbor's house for English lessons on every Sunday.
In fact, I said "class" just to sound good, because I was the only one there. On this day, I went to my neighbor Uncle Li's house again.
I was memorizing English vocabulary by myself, when suddenly I heard the sound of water dripping. If you don't listen carefully, it's hard to hear it.
I felt very strange, curiosity prompted me to go over to find out.
I felt very strange, curiosity prompted me to go over to find out what happened.
It turned out that the faucet in Uncle Li's house was leaking! I thought, I have to find a way to tighten the faucet and do a good deed. So I walked over quickly and tried to screw the faucet on.
But because the faucet has been leaking for a long time, the valve has rusted to death, and I tried several times but couldn't screw it on. Finally, I held the valve tightly in both hands, and made every effort to twist, only to hear a "bang" sound, the valve was actually screwed down! Then a powerful column of water gushed out from the inside, and immediately poured me into a soupy chicken.
I stood by and thought, "Now I'm in trouble again! I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it. Then, I hurriedly picked up the valve I unscrewed to re-screw, but the valve is broken, no matter how I screwed not screwed on. Then I took a rag to plug it, but the pressure was too high, so I couldn't plug it.
In a short while, the ground was full of water. Soon the grown-ups came to hear the news, and Uncle Li was also woken up.
People were talking about me, saying, "Boys are naughty," and "You're just not disciplined," and so on. This time mom also came, reprimanded me, said: "net give me trouble."
Only one of the uncle quietly peeled a cork, the past to the water pipe to block. I was sad to hear what the adults said.
I originally wanted to do a good thing, who thought it would turn out like this. Now it is how to say can not be said, I can only sadly cry.
Third: The sun always rises in the east and sets in the west, and the competition is always like the tide generally ebb and flow. And the ones who are plucked out by the big waves are some small shrimps who have no position of their own in the bottom of the sea.
Rainbow why always show up after the rain, and the competition is in a hard environment of the world of "extreme happiness". Competition is like an elevator, competition is like a ring, and a process of competition is a race.
Life can have a few times to fight. And I have been wrestled down because of it.
But, I will never admit defeat, a cry ...... in my birth to now have two big fight, small fight nearly ten times, micro-wrestling such as stars. The big fight is the most difficult, but one in a hundred, so the possibility of being wrestled down is great.
Once, I inadvertently saw in the newspaper, "Youth Literature Reporter Competition". I decided to sign up, so I drummed up all my confidence.
The competition*** is divided into two: one, speech, two, writing. So I prepared carefully and got up early and late.
Day by day, the day that gave me certainty came, in the above assessment, the results came out, and I ranked in the top ten in hundreds of people. "Announced, announced, first place, second place ......" I only got the fifth place, I went to the podium after I realized that only the top three can be selected.
So I ran out of the auditorium with the award, I hid under a big tree, "stormy" I lost? Was it me? What about my efforts? At these questions, I burst into tears. That was the first time I was unsatisfied with my writing.
I cried, but my heart did not admit defeat. That time I cried because of my inadequacies.
That time I cried because my efforts had become a wisp of smoke that drifted away with the wind. Competition, I cried.
That time I cried, but I will never lose, because behind the tears, I will succeed, I must be a trophy or a prize.