I was moved to tears. Every time I think of silkworm baby, I can't help admiring it. Silkworm babies are close friends around us. It looks so noble and kind.
The life span of silkworm babies is very short, only more than 100 days. From the longer the ant silkworm grows, it only knows how to bend down and "eat" desperately every day. When it is tired, it will hide under the residual leaves to rest. I keep myself white and plump day and night, spit out a slender silk from my mouth and tirelessly wrap myself in a dream house. If you straighten this wire, it will be 1500m, and there is no end in sight. But it happened that at this time, people threw the silkworm baby and its "dream house" into boiling hot water, so people "took the silkworm and spun silk". Every time I see this place, I will be moved to cry.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Silkworm babies do not hesitate to exhaust their short lives, but also let people enjoy colorful silk. Its value lies in dedication, not in taking. The life of a silkworm baby, like sweet wine, is memorable. The Spirit of Silkworm Baby is an oil painting with far-reaching artistic conception, which is breathtaking. I am proud and proud of the silkworm baby.
I was moved to tears. I was moved to tears. Tears are like pearls that have fallen off the line, mixed with rain, and you can't tell what tears are and what rain is.
On that stormy winter night, the number on the roadside was blown stagger by the strong wind, the street lamp was dim, and the heavy rain hit grandma mercilessly. Her coat is gone, and so is his raincoat. At this moment, everything she needs most is on me. The battery car fell badly, but I was still sitting in the car, and my grandmother was pushing hard below. The heavy rain wet grandma's trouser legs and also wet grandma's clothes, and the strong wind made grandma's face sting like a needle.
"Is it cold?" Grandma asked me. At this time, grandma's warmest coat has been given to me. Do you still want to give me her fiery heart? So ordinary, but always sour to the deepest part of my heart, constantly impacting my soul. "Not cold!" I said, sticking it tightly on grandma's waist, trying to convey some warmth to grandma's cold body.
Grandma has been urging me to move my umbrella back so as not to get wet in the rain. But when grandma wasn't looking, I put my umbrella on her head. That cold winter night, the rain wet my back, but it couldn't quench my moved heart.
The winter of that year was particularly cold, the rain was particularly heavy that night, the road was particularly long, and the tears at that moment were particularly warm. ...
I was moved to tears. One afternoon, I was in class when I suddenly heard the sound of pattering outside the window. I quickly got up and looked, ah, it's raining! I didn't bring an umbrella today, but fortunately it didn't rain much, otherwise I couldn't go home.
I was so anxious that I finally got to school, but it was still raining, and it was raining harder than before, just like thousands of silver wires falling from the sky, and I couldn't see anything beyond 10 meters. The whole school seems to be flooded by rain.
I can't help seeing my classmates being picked up by their parents one by one. When I was about to rush out in the rain, a familiar figure appeared. That person is my dear grandmother. I saw grandma with a small umbrella on her head and another umbrella in her hand. Maybe I walked too fast, maybe it rained too hard. Grandma's body was wet by the rain, and her fluffy coat was covered with raindrops, like many shining pearls.
Grandma's hair was also wet by the rain, and she couldn't take care of herself at all. She quickly handed me the umbrella in her hand: "Wait, I'll cook dinner for you. Seeing such a heavy rain, I thought you would definitely not come back, so I will send you an umbrella quickly, and don't forget to bring it next time! " Grandma smiled and sheltered me from the wind and rain with an umbrella.
Looking at grandma's gray hair and wet clothes, I was very moved. This is my dear grandma. She always thinks of me and always puts others first. I held back the tears that were about to fall, and walked home slowly with my grandmother in the wind and rain.
I was moved to tears. What do tears represent? I shed tears of joy, pain and emotion. I am a child who doesn't like to cry, because I am a boy. As the saying goes, "men don't flick when they have tears", but that time, I was moved to tears.
I remember it was a cloudless, sunny and scorching afternoon in Wan Li. When we were in physical education class, Teacher Wang said, "Wu Chao and Jiang, you two go to the sports office and get two basketballs." We said, "Okay." We went to the office and took out two basketballs for Mr. Wang. He said, "Play games for a boy and a girl." We split up and the game started. We boys fought fiercely for the ball from the beginning. "We have the ball, pass it quickly." Teng Rui said that when Huang Peiwen saw me, he said to me, "Ah! Huang Peiwen, you have gone too far, "Chen Xinglong said. He came to see me at once. He looked at me and said, "Your lower lip is bleeding. Come and cover it with paper. " Then he took out a piece of paper and covered it with me. I thought: although he was an opponent, he came to help me, and my tears almost fell. I said to him, "Thank you for helping me." He said, "We are brothers." I thought: Chen Xinglong is really good to me. Although he is my opponent, he is much better than my opponent. He is really my good brother.
Chen Xinglong, it really touched me. Although he was hit by a basketball and his lips bled, it didn't hurt at all, so he came to help me. His sincerity touched me and made me want to cry.
I was moved to tears. I read a book, which was very touching. I cry every time I finish reading it.
This double-faced hound tells the story of the great mother Divya. Mother jackal and hunting dog Luo Jia gave birth to the fire of life-Bai Mei Er, but Luo Jia finally abandoned his wife and children. Divya returned to the group of jackals, faced with the great test of life and shouldered the burden of life alone. Divya's life is about to wither because of her long-term running, and what worries her is the safety of bridled eyebrows. Other female jackals will also feed Bai Meier, but only if the child feeds first. Their own children are fed, and there is little milk left. Only when the child of the mother jackal dies, will the mother jackal be willing to take responsibility for other young jackals. Divya was cruel, and pressed the little bagpipes of the female jackal black butterfly under her stomach, so that the black butterfly would be willing to breast-feed Bai Meier.
Mothers' behavior is particularly great. They don't pay for themselves, even if they bear the blame.
In reality, I feel a little guilty, too. Even animals love their children so much, don't our parents love us? Sometimes it is inevitable to have some unhappiness with our parents, but have our parents ever complained about raising us for so many years?
I couldn't help crying when I saw the sentence at the end of the article, "A powerful and evil cold and hot jackal's heart finally stopped beating".
I was moved to tears. Composition 6 In the composition class, a classmate lent me a dream of red mansions for a while, but I didn't read it carefully. When I read chapter 27, the yin and yang poles of Bao and Dai are separated, I was moved to tears.
Baoyu thought he was going to marry Lin Daiyu. He was very happy and said, "Sister, how are you? I haven't seen you for days. Why do you want to build this thing? " He just wanted to lift the veil, but he stopped, which made the old lady break out in a cold sweat. On second thought, Baoyu thought that Sister Lin was angry and should not expect anything. He took off his veil and opened his eyes. It seems to be Baochai, but it seems that it is not Baochai. Baoyu rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but the snow geese beside him turned into Yingying. On Lin Daiyu's side, Lin Daiyu has fainted once during the day, but her heart is full of gas. In the evening, Lin Daiyu recovered and opened her eyes slightly. At this time, Xueyan had already left, and only Zijuan and Li Wan were by her side. Zijuan picked up longan and pear juice. When I read this, I couldn't help shedding a few tears. I think Lin Daiyu is heartbroken now. I sympathize with Lin Daiyu.
Before she died, Lin Daiyu shouted, "Baoyu, Baoyu, hello ..." This shows that Lin Daiyu was bitter when she died. When Lin Daiyu died, it happened that Baoyu got married. I feel sorry for Daiyu. As a result of the love story between Daiyu and Baoyu, they didn't come together, and the plan adopted by Wang Xifeng didn't even stop Jia Mu, which shows the strength of feudal forces. In this case, Baodai's love is just a tragedy.
I was moved to tears. Today the sun is shining, and the flowers are dancing under the guidance of the breeze. I skipped along the cobblestone path with a happy smile on my face.
Remember when I was a child, I liked to jump. My grandmother often says to me, "Be careful of wrestling." I am still young and disobedient, but I can jump higher and farther. Once, I was dancing on the concrete floor and didn't see a stone in front of me. I fell down before my grandmother could shout "Be careful".
I just feel a burning pain in my feet. When I went to see a doctor, I had to lie in bed except for a big skin bruise and a sprained foot.
In the days when I recovered from my illness, my grandmother always stayed by my side. When I have dinner, my grandmother helps me prepare food and vegetables. Once, I went to the toilet and my feet hurt. Grandma helped me go upstairs step by step.
I still remember that night, my feet hurt again, and grandma didn't sleep. She put ice on my feet and stared at me. The next day, my foot healed, and I could walk a short distance by myself! I was very happy at first, but when I saw grandma's dark circles, tears could not help flowing down.