Whether in school or in society, we all often come into contact with essays, right? Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, quieting our minds, and thinking about our future direction. How to write a thoughtful and literate essay? Here is my help for you to organize your tear light essay.
Your tears essay 1
History as wind and smoke scattered, the sands of time buried all kinds of past. Even though that love and that scene will not emerge, even though your tears have long been dried by the wind, but, you have not been forgotten.
A little bit of homesickness tears.
The camel bells are quiet, the lute is silent, you were welcomed into the northwest hu land by the vast procession, looking at the vast desert, your heart has long been in despair, the other side of the mountain, is the hometown, the prosperous capital city of the Han Dynasty can only be imagined in the mind, finally, you fell tears, that is homesickness, tears, but you are well aware of the burden, the Han Dynasty's rise and fall, are determined by their own, and so, you resolutely So, you resolutely dry the tears, will be brought from the court of advanced work technology spread to the local people, the people and the people love and admire, you use their own efforts to their history painted a bright color.
Drops of tears of love.
Tea repeatedly, poetry, sitting on the stone table in front of the house, spread out the rice paper, with the tip of the pen lightly point some ink, tracing the opposite side of the absolutely beautiful you. You are so poetic that you asked him to sing to you, and you said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry". But at the moment, that person has been far away, holding a volume of the portrait has not been point on the vermillion mole, you quietly fell tears, that is the tears of lovesickness, disappeared in the past of the qin and sei and singing, the rest, only that loaded with immovable sadness, and that "scramble to cross, scramble to cross, startled a gulls and herons," the happy memories.
Tears of despair.
Nitrous oxide, you as a hostage trapped in the camp of the Chu army, waiting for his arrival with great expectations. On that day, you were erected on a high pillar platform, and across the street, stood your husband - Liu Bang, when Xiang Yu shouted loudly to exchange his city with his wife, he resolutely abandoned you and chose his own city, and in an instant, your world quickly collapsed, and at the same time left behind tears of despair. And at the same time, your heart is no longer weak, you understand that only power can protect yourself, so you show a capable side, after escaping from the bottom of the touchdown, assisted Liu Bang to ascend the throne, you also became a great empress, although sinister and venomous, but your shrewd strategy is unmatched, and it is you, to preserve the world of the Liu family,
You in infinite sadness, dried up the tears. With ingenuity and wisdom, you have achieved the legend of women.
The light of your tears is the witness of history, destined to be extraordinary in this life!
Your tears essay 2
The wind rose, you do not say, leaving only a trace of refreshing; the rain came, you do not say, only threw down a side of slightly sweet; clouds swept by, you do not say, only the imprint engraved in the heart. Only waiting for the proud daughter to lower her head and see the flowers of love that roam the fields. In the light of your tears, I finally understand that there is a kind of love called silence.
Again, because of a small matter, I started a heated argument with you. I watched you, angrily saying unpleasant words, but inadvertently found a few strands of silver threads on the corner of your forehead, you frowned angrily, there are deep grooves there.
The bottom of my heart roamed on a trace of intolerance, but finally closed the door because of the growing rebellion and sharp. But if I hadn't closed the door that separated us, I would have found you standing in the living room with tears in your eyes, shaking your head in silence.
I was about to go to a distant province to participate in a math competition, you sent me to the train station, we had a long stalemate without words. I looked up at the sky, lead gray cumulus clouds covered the sun, the sky as if a sob all the melancholy face, the heart of a sad.
Finally stepped on the train, you skillfully told me where to stop, to pay attention to warmth, safekeeping belongings, but also for me to play a good hot water, put a good duffel bag. I stood beside you, quietly looking at your sharp movements, language, as if I saw your usual business trip, in the journey alone, the heart has a slow warmth in the flow.
The train is about to move, you get off, waving at the window. Like a newborn swallow for the first time to fly away from the mother's embrace, my heart under the inexplicable worry and fear, I tightly grasped the window frame, waving at the window out of you. You shouted something, but the train gradually ran up, I only heard a sentence: "Remember to cover the quilt at night!"
But the tears in your eyes, which I could see very clearly, revealed your reluctance and concern for your stubborn and arrogant daughter. Even if your daughter is a good, sharp, do not know how to pity, respect you. Even if your daughter is stubborn, bigoted, only know quarrel and hurt, even if ......
In your tears, I read, all is your silent deep mother love ah! They are like repeatedly gorgeous flowers, one by one, blooming in my heart.
The wind rose, you do not say, leaving only a trace of refreshing; the rain came, you do not say, only threw down a party of slightly sweet; clouds swept by, you do not say, only the imprint engraved in the heart. Only waiting for the proud daughter to lower her head and see the flowers of love that roam the fields. In the light of your tears, I finally understand that there is a kind of love called silence.
Your tears essay 3"Clattering" rain is getting bigger and bigger, I am alone and struggling to hold an umbrella to the direction of home. It is a great deal of rain, the wind is naturally "whistling" blowing, can not help but let a person shiver. Dad came, I hurriedly put away the umbrella to hide in the car, wow! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the car, and you'll be able to see it!
Through the car window, I saw a seventy or eighty-year-old grandfather in the rain and wind difficult to ride a tricycle, no poncho or umbrella, he must have been frozen shivering. He must have been shivering with cold! The tricycle slipped and the old grandpa fell to the ground. I couldn't help but feel a tremor in my heart: nothing will happen to the old grandfather, right?
Suddenly, a red minivan stopped, and a young pretty lady came out of the car with a big umbrella in her hand. Huh? What is this young lady going to do? I thought to myself. The beautiful young lady held the umbrella, ran all the way to the old grandpa, it turned out that she came to help the old grandpa! She went to the side of the old grandpa, first helped him up from the rainy ground, and then struggled to lift the old and broken tricycle. The pretty sister put her mouth to the old grandpa's ear, and although I couldn't hear what the sister said to the grandpa, I think she was saying to the old grandpa, "Old grandpa, take this umbrella and go home with it." The old grandpa looked at his sister and opened his mouth, and I think the grandpa might have said to his sister in his hoarse voice, "Thank you little girl."
I always felt that the old grandpa cried, probably because it was raining too much.
The old grandfather held up the colorful umbrella, emitting the fragrance of the sister's body, and stood frozen in place. The sister who drove the red car saw that the old grandfather was safe and sound, and then got into the car and left. The car drove very fast and overtook the old man in a while. The old grandfather seems to be fixed there, motionless, has been watching the red sedan drive farther and farther, farther and farther ...... seems to be full of gratitude, said: "Thank you, thank you, thank you little girl ...... After a long time, the old grandfather pushed the broken car, and then the red sedan, and then the red sedan, and then the red sedan, and then the red sedan, and then the red sedan. The old grandpa only pushed the worn out tricycle step by step, slowly walking home. I saw this scene through the car window, y moved.
On the way home, I have been thinking: this beautiful young lady and the old grandpa do not know each other, why do you want to help him? Until now, I realized: I learned a text "Chain of Love": everyone needs help, everyone should help others. At that time, there were so many people on the road, but only the young lady went to help the old grandpa, so it can be seen that this beautiful young lady is not only beautiful, but also more beautiful in heart! She is our admiration, but also our role model!
Halfway through winter vacation, the homework is still "intact" there. I looked at the corner of the table homework, can not help but depressed. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Outside the window is still as cold as ever. Suddenly, a few kites came into my eyes. Kites, yes kites! It's winter kites!
I rushed downstairs and saw several small children flying kites.
I stood and watched them, and I was mesmerized: I used to let my grandmother fly kites with me in the winter when she was here.
That year, I spent the winter at my grandmother's house. I was sitting alone outside the house, looking at the frozen river in front of the door, and boringly pulling the only few withered grasses in front of the door. At this time my grandmother came over and said, "Ying'er, what's the matter, are you unhappy?" I said to grandma listlessly: "Grandma, winter is so boring!" Grandma took my hand and said; "Where is the boredom?
I pointed to the dead grass in front of the door and said: "Everywhere is boring!" Grandma picked me up and said: "Then you come to grandma in the spring, when ah, can be lively, the sky is full of kites!" I asked grandma curiously, "Then why is there nothing now?" Grandma smiled and said, "Because it's winter!" I looked at the blue sky, suddenly shouted
said: "I want to fly a kite!" Grandma put me down and said: "Look who's flying a kite now, good boy, go back to the house with grandma!" I tugged on Grandma's coat corner and said: "No, I want to fly a kite, fly a kite! Grandma looked at the sky, touched my head and said: "The wind is just right today, so let's listen to Ying'er and go fly a kite!" "Ow, let's go, let's go fly a kite, let's go fly a kite!" Grandma looked at me and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
But now, the grandmother has long been away from me, that happy time has long gone.
As I was thinking, a child who was flying a kite shouted out to me
"Sister, do you want to fly a kite together? I walked over and asked them; "Why do you fly kites in winter?" One of the little girls answered with a smile: "Because winter is too boring, just mom said that today the wind is not too strong, we thought of flying a kite! By the way, sister, you come and fly a kite too!" I looked up at the sky, which was still so blue, and I replied, "Yes!"
Outside the window, there were kites, the kites of winter, the kites of my grandmother and me.
Your tears essay 5That summer, unusually hot, the dog in front of the door shrugged his head, kept spitting out his tongue, and seemed to be complaining about the ghost weather. You took my hand and ran quickly to the balance beam in the small park, impatient for me to try. It was cool in the shade and I cringed at the balance beam that came up to my knees, but you insisted that I walk. I climbed up with difficulty and moved slowly. After a few steady steps, I thought of running. At that moment, you hurriedly took my hand. I let go of my steps and ran and jumped, and impatiently said, "Mom, let go, you see I can do it." You laughed without saying anything. I was playing so hard that I landed on my butt with a thud. I accidentally tripped over a junk nut. You leaned forward as I fell. At this point, I blinked at you, but you didn't let me realize that letting go was a form of love, and you didn't ask the same questions as you always did, you just smiled and said, "You're going to fall like that." I did not get your comfort, can not help but look at you with a puff of air.
At that moment, tears filled my eyes, and your face was a little blurred in my eyes. In the end, you still picked me up, gently stroking my face. The hands, so delicate, warm, like jade smooth.
Later, gradually grew up. You witnessed my every success and failure. After the tears of success there is your laughter, behind the tears of failure there is your comfort.
Into adolescence, I did not become a rebellious child. Because you say a good child should be the older the more understanding. You are both a mother and my most intimate friend.
Growing up, there are a few more good moves and childishness. The weekend before the final exams, you hard to pull me out to play. Walking and walking again to the balance beam. I took a leap of faith and went up. You shouted "slow down" as you ran toward me. You took my hand and said reassuringly, "Let's go!" I held your hand and touched the calluses in your hand. The hand that gave me warmth has lost some of its luster with the passage of time. I walked steadily across the balance beam in your company, and will never think of running again.
The passage of time allows me to understand that your love has never changed. In order to live a better life, you had to go to the hands of creation, so long years of writing so that the hands fall calluses, think of this, tears and involuntarily popped out.
Countless tears, all because of you. Mom, thank you for always being in my tears, always accompanying me to grow up.
Open the "nail", hands propped up on the chin, waiting for the teacher's live class. I don't know when, the morning light has diffused from the window, crowded a room, at once, my mood is also bright up. The room was quiet, and there were voices faintly coming from the window.
Lingering in my ears are the sounds of heaven outside the window, cheerful music, humming nursery rhymes, distant songs, beautiful concertos, one after another echoing in my ears. The breeze, the spring flowers, singing and harmonizing, the chorus and the solo converge into a song that belongs to spring alone. I was amazed at the wonderful sounds outside the window, even during the epidemic, spring also seems extraordinarily colorful. One by one, the voices conveyed warmth and hope in the morning light and in this small town.
The spring breeze. Stretching lazily, running proudly in the sunshine, traveling through every corner of this world. The light-hearted little song is completely unaffected by the mask worn, still so confident, determined and bright. Light footsteps fade away ......
Birds. Unhurriedly landed on the branch, in the morning light under the shroud of tending to the wings, the mouth can not stop humming nursery rhymes. Dot shoots on the branches clapping their little hands, singing to the birds. At the end of the song, put on a new mask, to meet the new beautiful, fly to a faraway place ......
Unknown little bugs, hand in hand strolling in the grass, neat footsteps convey unity and beauty. They jumped on the stage built by dewdrops and sang a long-distance song. There was also a group of ants, wearing white gloves, happily carrying food, soso sound from time to time, so happy ......
Flowers bloomed, flowers bloomed, competing for color in the morning light. Violin, cello, piano, accordion ensemble, a melodious, cheerful concerto slowly came. The warmth and beauty of the overture made me so curious that I couldn't help but perk up my ears and enjoy it attentively-
The peach blossom let out a laugh with innocence and beauty as she excitedly played the violin, the light notes fluttering through the world. Magnolia smiled coyly, gusts of blush spread on her cheeks, she sat quietly at the piano, translucent, subdued and elegant notes soothed the troubled mind. A lively and mischievous music joined in the performance, ah, it turned out to be the lovely rapeseed flowers playing the accordion, tap dance, come! They contain the hope of spring in the music, everything is so beautiful.
I lowered my head again, holding my cheeks. One voice after another, different tones, different strains of music, flowed through my ears like water.
Suddenly, the live class signal went off. Hey, I hastened to retrieve my mind, the teacher is smiling in the picture.
Your tears essay 7Men have tears, tears, only because of the depth of love. Through the light of tears, is the fist of patriotism, is difficult to return to the home of the anger, is the lingering feelings of longing, people nine curved back to the intestines.
Walking on the banks of the Miluo River, you cried bitterly. You know that you can not save the end of the country to their own strength, only buried in the belly of the fish to maintain their own holiness. "Long too breath to cover snot Ruoxi, mourning the people's livelihood of the difficult", you with tears in the eyes of the motherland's great rivers and mountains, gradually fuzzy mountains and rivers ultimately disappeared in your vertical leap. Although the nine deaths of its still not regret you "Jin Yu incomparable, the sun and the moon to compete. Tears, transformed into a rich patriotic heart, in the heroic eternal.
Prisoned in the prison, you tears spilled paper and ink. "To be a lyricist really great", but you have become the South Tang Dynasty by mistake - a generation of the dead king. The arrangement of fate let you enjoy all the rich and powerful and suffer from the disaster of prison. You lament that the past is gone, miss the old days of song and night strings, beautiful people for company. You cry, not because of the pain of flesh and blood, but because of the inability to restore the country, it is difficult to return home. "I ask you can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" has become your final words, but also your perfect curtain call to your own unhelpful life. You through the light of tears read the joys and sorrows of the human world, fate, achievements of your colorful career as a lyricist. Tear light, transformed into a desolate thought of the family and the country, in the poetry of eternal life.
Standing before the painting screen, you are in tears. "The fight, the fight, startled a gull", do you also want to be like the egrets, free, unattached in the water to play, forget time all the troubles and sorrows. You live all day long, "looking for, cold and quiet, miserable and sad" life, the heart is sour, tears like rain. Points of candlelight in the tears scattered into a piece of pale, adding a few points of desolation, day-long sadness and longing, so that you are thin and yellow flowers. Tears, transformed into the sadness of the love of thoughts, more beautiful in the timeless.
The idea of home and country makes people helpless, makes people emotional, makes people sad. Ai Qing because of the "deep love for the land" and "often tears in the eyes", Du Fu saw the broken mountains and rivers and "feel the flowers splash tears, hate the birds scared" because of the love of the motherland, the family The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
If it is not the depth of love, and how will the tears point? The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to see what is going on in your life, and you have to be able to see what is going on in your life, and you can do that!
Your tears essay 8
In that quiet corner, memories gradually mottled on the edge of decay. Thoughts of the autumn leaves scattered all over the ground, the descent is still reluctant to roll and drift, crossing the cheeks, a rough pain.
I hurt so much that I fell to tears, but the wind is more crazy scraping through, is rough and gentle, just like your . Touch. You are an ancient tree straight into the sky, a meandering and difficult book. I remember you love to talk to me about the great country of the past, I remember you love to see the sky full of stars, I remember your favorite Mid-Autumn Festival, I remember you love to drink osmanthus wine you teach me to play chess, teach me to recognize the pieces. I still see you put your own line of attack to me one by one when the intention of the wind, I still hear you a general! I can still hear you saying "Checkmate! You sat across from me, tapping the table with your chess piece, patiently waiting for my next move. I looked at you and seemed to be surrounded by your world. The weeds of loneliness grow wild, you hear nothing, see nothing, I yell out, but only the regular tapping echoes, burrowing into the darkness and disappearing. The world is silent and terrible, I cried out in fear, but then I saw your stern face, I know that in your eyes is cowardice.
Another year of autumn wind, we were in the yard under the osmanthus tree drinking osmanthus wine. The moon was huge, and the wine in the tank was shaken up by me, and the moonlight that streamed down fell on the wine, rippling slightly together, breaking into spots and scattering a golden light. Shaking, shaking, I sneak a sip, the moon is high and the wind is cool, the whole world is drifting, like the wine being shaken in the tank, I am also shaking. It must have been that I drifted, how I saw my grandfather drinking osmanthus wine in the sky, he said it was much better in the sky, and then he took another slight sip, so pleasant. The moment is everything is good, the painting is set in the center. I suddenly cried, I want you to come down and give me wine to drink. I cried and cried all the time, but you were too far away from me, and my voice was too small. Then I got tired and fell asleep on my back there. In my dream, I smelled the fragrance of cinnamon wine, and you shared the wine with me and then walked away happily ...... I carefully held the wine up and took a sip, it was so spicy! This is not a medicinal wine! Spicy my tears flowed down again ...... I was lifted up by a pair of strong hands and held in my arms, the cool liquid on my face was roughly wiped away. I only vaguely heard someone say, Why is this child crying ...... Then the sound of a door closing. A little cold, I leaned a little toward that embrace, my eyes gently closed, still a little warm.
Your tears essay 9Never really thought, when the tears across the moment, whether there are many hidden helplessness and sadness ...... from the tears of others can always see those who have never known things, that is how happy, something how hurt?
Close your eyes, the head flashed many pictures, all kinds of, there are happy, there are sad, that instantly faded pictures, as if to see what, it turned out to be it.
Touched. You have never been like this, perhaps that day, that moment, I served you a cup of hot tea, your surprised expression saw a few strands of surprise and disbelief, I know that I rarely do, I also know that I will not go to care about other people, this time the move to you in my impression of the score added a, in fact, at that time, I have long since seen, you have tears in your eyes, I realized that it was touched, is the I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
Hurt. Have always been, you have always been me for the pearl, it I take care of everything, I know, that time I, really did too much, so, only to touch your bottom line to make you angry, that time, you hit me, for the first time, you hit me, the first time so hard to hit me, in fact, I have long been seen your heartache and reluctance to hit me in the moment of your tears in the flashing, I could not bear to see, because I always feel sorry for you, your heart has long been seen through, tears crazy surge to, that time, I can see the hurt, heartache tears.
Happy. That time, accompany us to the water park, you took me and my sister I played all over, no matter what kind of we have tried, when to get out of the water park, I cried, in fact, that's not crying, is the joy of tears, see me crying, you began to laugh, in fact, I also saw the tears, is happy, happy tears.
Who are you? Yes, you are my mother, accompanied me through fifteen years of mother, whenever the tears filled her eyes, in fact, I also I have seen the language of her heart.
Tears, will betray a person's all, because in the tears, hiding a lot of language, happiness, happiness, sadness have become synonymous with it, and now I realize that tears will always be a person's inner silent language.
Your Tear Light Essay 10Knock! Dang! The people cheered as the salute rang through the city of Paris. When the salute was fired for the twenty-second time, the city was abuzz.
By the window of the Fontainebleau, a man stood silently, his mind calculating the caliber of the cannon, his eyes, vaguely glistening with tears. He is not tall, his head is big, slightly fat, his eyes are yellow but deep, and age and endless labor have carved spots on his face. He is but forty years old.
Today, his son was born. It meant a great deal, and his enemies trembled before the news; what could be more perfect, and more frightening to his enemies, than to be given an heir in the heyday of an empire?
He recalled the past. When an artillery ensign turned back the royalists at Toulon, the legend, it began. Then he planted a French flag in the Apennines, defeated the Austrian allies at Austerlitz and beat the enemy into submission at Marengo. Italy, Spain, Naples, Egypt, he shook Europe. The golden crown glittered on his head, and the hereditary monarchs sat side by side with him, lifting their fearful eyes to watch his countenance. In the midst of the table, he mentioned "...... when I was an ensign ......" whereupon a cold sweat broke out on the backs of the princes and nobles. That's right, that's it, when a genius sits in the center of a group of mortals, he puts out a light that dims everything. When the Pope held the crown given by God in his hand, ready to put it on him, he took it and put it on his head himself, he didn't need God to crown him, he could do it himself. So he came to the present, after the huge empire finally succeeded, but he cried. Tears contain loneliness, loneliness.
The tears did not fall, but turned in their sockets.
No! That's not crying! Of course he does not cry, that is just a product of human tear gland secretion, his magnificent governance and imagination has long exceeded the human category.
When the genius stood out from the mortals, he of course carried the loneliness and isolation on his back, and tears still glistened in his eyes.
The nineteenth century was so chaotic that God came down to straighten out mankind. He took the name of Bonaparte and descended to a small island in Italy ......
How can I dare to talk to God as you and me, the whole text to "he" instead of "you", to show respect.
Your Tears Essay 11It was an afternoon a few years ago when you took me to a strange place where people were dancing and singing, and beautiful white doves, decorated the room, and you took me into a classroom with a mirror in front of it, and I asked curiously, "Mom, where is this place?" Mom smiled without saying a word, led me to a teacher, briefly explained a few words, and then squatted down and said to me, "Dance well, how the teacher wants you to do the movements, how you do it, and strive to stand in the center, to be the little star on the stage!"
I smiled, and so from there I loved to dance, swinging my little hands and dancing the one word, not to mention how happy I was! I got to the very center, as I had hoped, and became a light on the stage ......
But things didn't go as well as they had started.
About the fourth or fifth grade, a new dance teacher, I was especially lost, the teacher no longer appreciate me so much, I was no longer the one standing in the very center, no longer the big sister of the class, or a light on the stage, the teacher always put me in the last of the queue, my mood from the mountain peaks fell to the bottom, I lost interest in dance, swinging the "chicken claw" and danced in eights.
I told my mom about this, but she said to me in a serious tone: "It's okay, don't take it to heart, use your strength to tell the teacher that the middle position is your patent, of course, you have to give the other students some chances. Performances when you look a little richer, the center position is a glowing throne, understand?"
Listening to this paragraph of my mother, I was not too concerned at first, just more diligent and hard work in training, but the dance teacher praised me every day, saying that I have made progress. Then later, I relying on my strength, stepped on this throne in the middle. In order to step on it, I don't know how much pain I suffered and how much I sweated. And my mom also paid a lot, helped me pay for the expensive tuition, and was always there to protect me and encourage me during training. I chose to be strong in her expectant eyes.
In a dance competition, I got the first prize, the moment the award was presented, tears rustling down. In the blur of tears, I saw the warm figure, the figure that guarded me like an angel.
Mom, I have you in the light of my tears, you are the legend of my life.