In daily study, work or life, we have tried to write an essay, right, the essay requires a complete chapter structure, must avoid the appearance of the no-ending essay. How to write a thoughtful, literate essay? The following is the essay on tears that I have organized for you, welcome to share.
The word "tears" reminds me of those touching things in life, and of the time I shed tears ......
That day, the sky, which was originally clear and bright, suddenly became cloudy, and I just walked out of school. At this time, a hurried figure ran past me, I looked in the direction of the person running, it turned out to be the student's mother. I saw that this mom first helped her son pick up his school bag, then she bent down, and by the look of her, she should be trying to carry her son. However her son shook his head and his mouth moved. I faintly heard their conversation, "No, no, mom, I can walk by myself!" "No, what if it hurts worse later?" "Mom, really ......" Just as his words were in mid-sentence, this mom pulled him onto her back and carried him, holding his feet in her hands while holding his school bag. At this time, the world started to rain, the mother and did not take the umbrella, God seems to be difficult for her.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the mom covered her son with her coat and a thick dress so that he wouldn't get wet, while she herself was in the rain, wearing the only thin dress she had left. At that time, the weather was cold, her hands were shaking a little, gradually, she was soaked through, her hands shaking even worse. When I saw this, my eyes couldn't help but moisten. I just wanted to hand my umbrella to them, but the mom suddenly ran up and slowly disappeared in the rain. Looking at the slowly disappearing figure in the rain, I was moved to tears.
The mom was trying to speed up the pace so that her child wouldn't get wet, and maybe after they got home, her son was safe and sound, and the mom had a fever!
Essay on Tears 2I cried that day, it was the second time since I started high school that I shed tears, I felt so sorry for my sister, she wanted me to see her performance so much, she reminded me of it once every time she saw me, and I agreed to it with all my heart, but I was a jerk, that day, I didn't see her performance, I went to their village instead, and as a result... ...The moment she said, "I can't come out," my heart went cold, and I silently got on the bus back to the city. I was really hurt that time, the only real hurt, this time I hurt very deep, has not been able to erase.
The next day, mom took back my sister's dance dress, half-sleeved, very thin kind, but the weather that day was really cold. Mom said that my sister had been asking why I didn't go, saying that I didn't keep my word. Mom asked me too, so I made up a wild excuse and ran back to the house. Thinking about my sister's one year of hard rehearsal, months of expectation, thinking about my sister wearing such thin clothes to dance in the cool wind, she was so hopeful that her brother would see her dance, but I... Thinking about this my heart was y stabbed, tears also unconsciously fell, I felt too sorry for my sister. Until now, when I think of this matter my heart is still sour, guilt also in an instant to fill the chest.
This has become my lifelong regret, this guilt is destined to follow me all my life, I hate, I hate myself, hate their own asshole, if everything can be repeated, I will choose to accompany my sister. But this world sells everything, just not sell regret medicine.
I can only alleviate my share of guilt now by giving my sister more love.
Everyone has the experience of crying, some are excited and cry, some are aggrieved and cry, some are sad and cry, some are happy and cry, then some are touched and cry. However, every person every time tears are to make their own memory. Open the treasure box of memory, there is a bright pearl, I remembered a few weeks ago, that time, I cried, moved to cry.
Last Friday, our school invited the education expert Mr. Peng Cheng, he gave us a lesson in gratitude. He spoke vividly on the stage, many touching examples, so that the students wept, y touched. Afterwards, he called some students to the stage to tell us what they had buried in their hearts for a long time. The students apologized to their parents on the stage and expressed their determination to study hard to repay their parents.
Maybe it was infected by this atmosphere, I was shocked, I felt a torrent, from the bottom of my heart, rushed out of my eyes, I cried. However, I did not wipe away the tears, let it wet my face and wake up my heart that does not know how to be grateful.
Mr. Peng Cheng's sentence "Do not let those who love us down" lingered in my heart for a long time. Yes, how can I let those who love me down, how can I not know how to be grateful! We have to be grateful to society for giving us a beautiful environment, a good atmosphere and a stable life. We should be grateful to our relatives for their care and support. We should be grateful to our teachers for teaching us, for their dedication to education, and for their "silk worm to death". We should be grateful to our parents for sheltering us from the wind and rain and holding up a clear sky. We have to be grateful to all the people who love us, thank them in the process of my growth, like a mentor to guide us, for us to point out the way.
A drop of kindness will be repaid by a spring. But what those who love me give me is the whole ocean. That time, I cried, I think that the tears were worth it, it made me understand - gratitude.
In the ocean of my memory, this little drop of small things is like a volley and volley of waves, they are all the time not beat the coast of my heart. Perhaps, the sweet and sour of life makes me recall, but this crying, this knowing how to be grateful will leave a deep imprint in my heart.
Essay on Tears 4On the road of life, it is inevitable that tears will be shed, and each tear will leave a deep impression. And tears have many meanings.
Tears are happy.
Once, my sister told me an interesting and funny story, which made me laugh. In a short while, tears came out of my eyes, but that couldn't stop me from being happy.
Tears are not only happy, but also sad.
Once, my brother was going to take away his pet, a kitten, which he had fostered in our house. I was very sad that the kitten was going to leave me. And my brother came over to comfort me, but it didn't do much good. I started to remember the happy times with the kitten, and I got even sadder, and I shed tears.
The tears were sweet.
One day in the middle of the night, I had a little pain in my stomach, so I went to my mom's room and told her. When my mom found out, she rushed to let me sleep with her, and she also rubbed my stomach. She also asked me how I was doing with concern. Seeing my mom so attentive, I shed tears again. This time the tears let me feel the love of my mom.
Tears are not only sweet, but also painful.
When I was little, I accidentally fell in school. My hand bled on its own, and I quickly took out a spare piece of paper and wrapped my hand. Soon after, although it does not bleed, but this can still feel the pain, I was hurt by the tears.
Tears are anxious.
Once, the teacher asked to submit the homework, I picked up the bag, rummage around inside, but just did not find my homework. I'm getting nervous, my forehead is sweating, is it not with? It's over, it's over, what should I do? I remembered to put it in my bag, why can't I find it now? It must be in the textbooks, so I took out all the textbooks, one by one, but still could not find it, what should I do? Put me anxious to shed tears.
Every tear in life will bring us some truth. Separation tears let us know the treasure, regret tears let us know the choice only one chance. Students don't let your grown-up self leave tears of regret for the lack of effort now!
Essay on Tears 5Everyone has tears, and I am no exception. I shed tears when I am sad, moved or extremely happy.
Tears come when you are happy. When I got the first prize for academic excellence, I was so happy that I couldn't wait to run home and tell my parents the good news. However, after returning home, I cried. This is the happy tears, fifth grade a year of hard work has finally paid off, that countless hours buried in books and exercises, worth it.
Tears come when you are touched. When I was reading "Eye Sect Gaiden", I often put a pile of paper balls with tears and snot wiped on them by my side. Sheng pupil was willing to be transformed in order to open the eyes, and went on the evil path, but died from the exhaustion of life force and excessive transformation ...... Ah Mu has been protecting Ximen siblings, who are not related to him, at the expense of almost losing his life ...... Xishi, in order to prevent the enemy from finding her brother, Ximen, chose to hide her brother to hide and expose himself ......... I often tie my emotions so tightly to the plot of the book that I am moved to tears by the experiences of the characters.
Tears are bound to appear when you are sad. In the school three or four unit test, I did not do well. There were two 100 points in the class, six more than 95 points, but I was only 95 points. I am a competitive person, and when I saw the results, I already wanted to cry. What's more, I saw many of my classmates congratulating those who scored 100 points. Jealousy, sadness and remorse were intertwined, I forced myself to hold back the tears, thinking that I would have to be criticized when I got home, then the tears unconsciously flowed down and dripped on the test paper. Classmates focus on the students who scored 100 points, at that moment, that kind of neglect can be really bad. Tears flowed more and more, in order not to make a fool of myself, I hid in the toilet.
A tear, cohesion of feelings more than just sadness, and perhaps remorse, touched, happy, pain, hardship ...... occasional cry is also good, which is better than smothering things in the heart. For me, tears may be the best way to express my mood.
Essay on Tears 6During these 13 long years, it seems that every time I shed a tear as a girl made of water, it was because I was hurt, while my mom, also as a woman made of water, seldom shed a tear, but not so long ago, my mom, a strong mother, shed a tear in front of me.
My grades in the first year rarely let my mother down, but for some reason my grades began to drop after I entered the second year, especially in math, where the big questions that could be answered easily before were losing big points on these quizzes. My mother began to be a little anxious, but did not want to give me too much pressure, so every time I encouraged me not to be discouraged, expecting that in the monthly test I can achieve good results, but I took this love of my mother for me as a disbelief.
Just the day before the monthly exam, in order to let myself more relaxed relaxation, I should review the time to take out to watch TV, play the phone, the result of the monthly exam when the brain is a blank, the results can be imagined, never so bad.
The night I found out about the results, my mom had been sitting with her back to me. I was apprehensive, I was about to tell my mom when she turned around, she tried to calm herself, but she still said to me in a trembling voice: "How did the test?" I lowered my head at once when I heard my mom's voice that was trying to be restrained, and after admitting my mistake, my mom suddenly lost her voice. After what seemed like a century, I heard my mom's voice with a sobbing tone, "Why didn't you study hard?" I jerked up my head, into the eyes of a tearful mom, my heart seized, that moment felt that I really did wrong. I'm sorry, mom, tears then fell down, I quietly listen to my mother's advice to me, that night I understand a lot, I finally understand how to study, how to return the love of my mother.
Tears are a wonderful liquid, it is transparent, it can convey joy, it can convey happiness, it is the same let me read my mother's love and expectations of me.
Essay on Tears 7Tears, is one of the best ways to express emotions. It comes from the true feelings of the human heart. Because of the tastelessness of world affairs, I am a very tearful person. But as I grow older, I often ask myself whether it is right to express my emotions in this way.
My tears are usually tears of emotion. I remember in fourth grade, there was a video about a father's love shown in class, and most of my classmates were unimpressed and heckled. However, when I saw that father working desperately and still insisting that his daughter not worry, my nose turned sour and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes when I couldn't stop them. But when my classmates looked at me with strange eyes, I couldn't help but ask myself if it was okay to shed tears so easily. I began to become a little inferior.
Gradually, I put the previous tears, happy tears collected back, only dare to flow in the corner of the sad, aggrieved tears. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at my favorite song, and I was able to get a good look at my favorite song, and I was able to get a good look at my favorite song. I do not dare to look directly at the score, next to the classmates but in the "gloating": haha, you only examined ...... points! This figure like a needle in my heart, tears immediately unruly out. I rushed to the restroom, closed the door, and hid my face and sobbed. Not a single person noticed me, only sadness surrounded me.
But after that, the tears no longer make me feel inferior, and even became a way to adjust my emotions. Heart of the matter pressed in the heart no place to say, tears will express my sadness; watching "Dream of Red Mansions", I also with Daiyu with tears; sports festival I won the long jump, I am not stingy with their tears, let it express my excitement to the fullest.
"Full of ridiculous words, a handful of bitter tears", "look at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears" ...... Throughout the ages, tears carry the emotions of how many people. And I changed my mind about the tears, and helped me unravel how many of life's "lilac knots".
On the tears of the composition 8
has entered the fifth grade review stage, every day busy me is unavoidable, although so, Dad is still with me about three chapters: one, not allowed to look at the idle book. The first is that the first time I saw a man in the world, he was a man in the world. Third, to review well, the results of each subject is not allowed to be less than 90 points. This agreement must be over the final exams, and the results of all subjects are up to standard, in order to be voided.
Hey, there is still more than a month before the final exams, I am not a bird in a cage, no freedom of a piece of sky, I muttered in a small voice: "review stage, can not be so constrained me ah!" But what answered me was the sound of my father's heavy door closing.
So, every day is busy, in addition to writing the teacher left homework, but also to write dad to buy extracurricular exercise book. The life is so dull and boring that it repeats itself. I'm really tired of it.
Finally, one day, I was early to the teacher left the homework finished, and mom and dad are not at home, it is really God help me, so I took the long-disappointed extracurricular books out, eager to open the book, a page, two pages ...... ah, a long time no book, the feeling is really like a seedling will be wilted encountered manna. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time or a bad time. After reading the book, I opened the computer, played a small game ......
Just when I was intoxicated, suddenly my father broke down the door, along with the sound of the computer shutdown, and then came the sound of his father's roar: "What to play play, fast exams, and have the idleness to play, quickly study to go! " Dad hit me hard on the head with the book again. I stared at my father in disbelief, stunned by this sudden "disaster".
I pushed open the door and ran out, leaning on the small tree in front of the door, the tears of aggression blurred my eyes, Dad, do you want to train your daughter to become a nerd who doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window?
The rain was pouring down, and I was walking down the street with my umbrella, and there were tears blooming in the rain. My clothes are a little wet, but I do not feel a little, hanging down his head, the camera in his head back to that moment ......
"Grandma, give me some delicious chanting!" In front of my kind grandmother, I suddenly changed into a snacker. I rely on grandma, very much like grandma's handful of good food. And grandma is also very happy to "serve" me. I remember one time, I was sick, very sick. But I'm a snacker of the nature of the same, as soon as I woke up, yelling to eat grandma's Gongbao chicken. Far away from home, my grandmother and I have a heart as if, the next day came to my bed. When I saw my grandmother's dusty appearance and hot meals, the tears in my eyes could not help but slide ......
Looking at the hand of the medical certificate, I can not believe that I repeatedly rubbed my eyes several times, before pursed lips will be handed over to his father medical certificate. The road stumbled, but I have long pushed the pain. Grandma, how could you leave me behind? Obviously promised to accompany me to college, why did you leave me behind? Why? Why? Suddenly, a kind smiling face fell into my eyes "Good granddaughter, grandma knows her own body, if you want to cry then cry!" At this point, I can no longer restrain, sad tears violently gushed out ......
Grandma gone, gone good peace. When I looked at the moment when the wooden coffin closed, my mind came up with my grandmother's kind smiling face, and then the tears flowed, out of control ......
People, do not know how to cherish, only passed away to regret, sad, so we have to seize the moment, cherish our loved ones.
Essay on tears 10Time, quietly slipping away from the fingertips, cheeks are tears are dried by the wind traces - a girl to the window issued an endless sigh ......
She is thinking, looking forward to, looking forward to a and she does not have blood relations with her sister's arrival. sister who was not related to her by blood. A student who had only finished the first semester of her junior year of high school, there was a six-year age difference between them. For some reason, she and her sister had a lot to say to each other, but the time they spent together was too short, too little. No one could understand whether it was affection or friendship that they shared. They hated to see each other, longing for time to slow down, but the heavens were always playing tricks on them, and their time together slipped away and was lost over and over again, and in the blink of an eye they hadn't seen each other for four months. She searched for her sister in the crowd and wished for her in her dreams. No one understands her, no one understands her, only her sister who has not seen her for a long time.
Once again, the eyes blurred, a stream of acid into the heart, the sky is dark, and her thoughts of her sister is more and more intense, she did not have a sister's photo, all the impression is only in their own brains, only their own lonely memories. Sister and she said on QQ to come in the afternoon, soon, to eat dinner, the girl but do not want to go, she is still sitting by the window obsessed. Waiting, cold wind blowing, she shivered, but she did not want to give up, do not want to lose another chance. Dark night, the moon came out, weak moonlight through the window - she is still waiting for ......
Suddenly, a little bright light flashed out, in the dark night is so blinding, she knew that it was her sister came, she ran to meet, the two reunited in the night
That little girl sitting by the window, crying, is me.
Essay on Tears 11Tears are the source of emotional release, tears are the flavoring agent, or sour, or sweet, or bitter.
When I was a child, I was still a girl who seemed to understand. When I was young, I liked to scare my grandfather very much. Once, I quietly opened the door of my grandfather's house and watched him concentrate on writing a manuscript, not noticing me at all, so I tiptoed in. When I wanted to scare my grandpa, he already knew I was coming and made the best ghost face early. I just looked up, I was scared by grandpa, "will you a army", step up piggy legs and run, not run a few steps, feet in the air. It turned out to be Grandpa who lifted me up and stroked my cheek with his rough hand. "Where can I run away from you? However, touching and touching grandpa disappeared.
Looking at the picture of his grandfather, his eyes could not help but gradually heat up, tears finally could not help but leap out, fell on the grass, fell on the time that never returned, fell on the moment of solidification. Time seemed to stop, and the afterglow of dusk filtered through the teardrops. Looking up, I seemed to see a smiling face, smiling so kindly and gently. Maybe grandpa just turned into a star in the sky, protecting me and watching over me forever.
These tears seem to be a pearl of memory, treasuring those wonderful memories. I remember once, I accidentally knocked over the water, wet grandpa's manuscript, I was uneasy, if let grandpa know, what should I do? I wondered what I would do if my grandfather found out, and whether he would beat me up! Just when I wanted to clean up the mess, grandpa came over and saw the wet manuscript on the table, he was so angry that his face turned pale and his eyes stared at me intently, my heart jumped left and right like a deer. In the end, Grandpa could only sigh, "really can't help you", and forgave me.
As time goes by, those good memories are still good, and perhaps they will become pearls buried in the mud.
Nowadays, grandpa passed away peacefully amidst the busyness of adults, leaving behind good memories. When a tear slides across my cheek, it is bitter but sweet.
Essay on Tears 12Some people say, "Tears are sweet, they are tears when you are happy." Others say, "Tears are salty, they are tears when you are sad." It was that time that made me taste the sweet and salty tears.
I remember that it was the year before last, I was doing my homework, and suddenly from the next room came my mom's screams: "Oops! Too many clothes to wash it, it seems that tonight to wash it is not finished!" Once I heard this, I came up with a brilliant plan in my mind, ready to implement it tomorrow ......
By the next day, which happened to be Sunday, I was finally able to help my mom! Mom went to the supermarket early to shop, I rushed to finish my homework and ran to the next room in a huff. I picked up a dirty shirt, looked at it, and thought: this shirt is covered with grease stains, dirty can not be dirty, this is my great masterpiece ah! It's a pity to wash it like this, but in order to help my mom, I'll give up. So, I brought the basin, washing powder, washing liquid, and then started to work.
I first picked up the basin, pouring water and then picked up the dirty clothes in it soaked for ten minutes,
Then pick up the laundry detergent and laundry detergent to the dirty clothes on the wipe, and finally with a brush to brush, I brush while singing: "brush, brush, brush, brush, oh oh ...... "I didn't wait for me to finish washing a piece of clothing, mom came back from shopping. I look at this situation now can not hide, had to be left to fate. But I didn't expect my mom to hug me and say to me, "Zihan, I ...... really thank you." After saying that, tears of relief flowed from her eyes. Just at that moment, I tasted the most delicious tears ......
That experience made me taste the sweet tears and made me understand the great love in the world.
Essay on Tears 13There is a liquid in our eyes that is sometimes present and sometimes absent.
On Saturday, I was racing my bike with my classmates. At this time, there is a drop of sweat dripping across my face, my face has become red, because there is a stormy and horrible cycling race is coming.
On your mark, start! As soon as the words fell, the dust on the ground came to me like a sandstorm. At this point we became incompatible, you chase me, do not give way to each other. Deng and I rushed to the front, and he tried to jam me, but I suddenly changed gears and jammed me back. Both of them were panting with all their strength, and I left him behind with a quick sprint.
Can't catch me, I guess, I can't help it, I'm that strong. I ran smugly, not noticing the obstacle in front of me. Ahh! I let out a scream, then bawled my eyes out. My mom immediately rushed up with alcohol and did a simple cleaning of my wound before taking me home for further treatment.
While bandaging, I noticed tears in my mom's eyes, and by the time I got to the back of the room, she started to cover her face and cry. These tears melted my heart, not because my heart was too soft, but because her tears carried heartache and care for me. These tears are the most precious and have left an indelible mark on my heart.
Essay on Tears 14"If there is only one last drop of water left on earth, it will be our tears." Whenever I see this classic statement which is a timely wake-up call for people, I remember an incident that struck my heart at all times for a few days.
That day, my classmates and I were playing ping-pong, and when I got tired, I ran toward the school restroom. Unscrewed the faucet, put my dirty hands over, the clear water flowed on my dirty hands, my hands were soon clean. I couldn't help but get interested and blocked the faucet with my hand, and the water shot up outward like a fountain. Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes gathered, how beautiful! Seeing the tap water flowed all over the ground, I was satisfied and walked out.
After a while, when I stepped into the restroom, I saw a note on the wall, which wrote "Save water" in a crooked way. I'm not sure who wrote this note. Who wrote this note? How dare you put it up in such an ugly way? I tore it off without hesitation and played with it in front of the faucet again. But strangely enough, when the beautiful "fountain" spread out again, I couldn't find that happy energy just now, and the note about saving water appeared in front of my eyes from time to time, and the tap water that flowed out continuously was like crystal tears. Suddenly, the end of the corridor came to a person, I hurried to hide in the men's room, but forgot to turn off the faucet that is flowing tears.
A little girl, who looked like a first-grader, came over, turned off the faucet, and then struggled to put a note on the wall that said, "Save water," and then turned around and walked away.
I was shocked that a young girl in the lower grades knew how to do her part to save water, but I was already a third-grader, and I didn't have the slightest idea of how to save water, so I shouldn't have done it! I remembered the teacher said, limited water resources can not afford to waste, China in the world belongs to the serious water shortage countries, many big cities have restricted water, and we Linhai City in the summer, but also because of the lack of water and often stopping the water, to the people how much the same ah, how these I have forgotten it?
essay on tears 15Everyone has seven emotions and six desires, everyone expresses emotions, there will be a corresponding expression of emotions, a person who is happy he will laugh, a person who is depressed he will shut his mouth.
If a person is very sad, he will shed tears, these are human emotions and laugh, shut up, silent tears, this is the way to express emotions. Tears are often seen in our lives, but tears are not the same as tears. Some tears express excitement, some tears show is touched, some tears express sadness tears, express helplessness ......
We know that a person in the happy time, such as lottery winners, their own wishful thinking, these let people's emotions to reach a certain limit of the time, will flow out of the The tears of excitement, such tears are tears of joy, tears of excitement, such tears are sweet. There are also times when we will shed tears, very close relatives once again meet, tears can not help but flow out, which is to express the miss each other, which is also mixed with some excitement.
I have also seen a kind of tears, that is, when a person is in the difficulties, feel helpless, this time will lower his head, silent tears, because he knows he can not do anything, but do not want to give up, the tears are the way to express the emotions of this time.
This seemingly simple tears, in fact, expresses different emotions, I would like to see more tears are excited tears, happy tears, I hope the tears expressed our happy feelings, rather than sad, sad, helpless tears.