A tearful and smiling composition in junior high school is 600 words. Life is like a colorful poem, with tears and laughter. There are dark clouds and the sun. Only by constantly challenging yourself can we find sunshine and laughter.
A climbing wall has sprung up, and I seem to be out of place in the quiet crowd. My scalp was numb, I looked at the dangerous climbing wall and looked at my father's fearless face. With a sigh, I strode to climb the wall, just to challenge myself!
I carefully grabbed a stone with my hand and stepped on it with my foot. Step by step, I counted the meters excitedly, and realized for the first time that the challenge was so simple.
When I first tasted the sweetness, I got bold and walked forward quickly, a little carried away and forgot my shape. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and my eyes turned black. One of them accidentally left the front and was hung in the air. My feet are numb, and tears are rolling in my eyes. The sun roasts my every nerve, and the wind glides through my hair, as if laughing at my cowardice. I really want to give up. But there is a saying in my heart: "You can't give up! Which successful person didn't come step by step? " This sentence inspired my whole body, and I fought back my tears and continued to set off.
Grasping, moving, pedaling and stepping, these four movements have become all my progress. My legs are as heavy as lead; Like two cotton balls, weak. Sweat has soaked my back, and my hands are purple because of too much force. There are still five steps, my heart is full of anxiety and I can't wait to reach the top; There are still four steps, feeling that the body suddenly becomes powerful, and the red button is close at hand; Three steps, the wind is also encouraging me, and I am one step closer to success; The second step, I am excited, tears seem to come up; One step ... when my swollen hand pressed the button, the tears that had been accumulated for a long time finally broke out.
Some people are still climbing down there, and some people have given up. The sky in the distance is particularly blue and the sun is particularly bright. With tears in my eyes, I shouted to the sky, "I succeeded!" " "At that moment, I smile through tears.
I have done many things, like the twinkling stars in the sky, which can't be counted for three days and three nights. It is always so difficult to talk about learning, and the most unforgettable thing is learning to ride a bike.
That day, my mother and I went to Jingyu Square to play. A big brother passed by me on a bicycle and disappeared in front of me like lightning. Seeing this, I want to have a bike! I begged my mother to buy me a bike, and my mother agreed. Sure enough, my mother bought me a brand-new bike a few days later, and I was so happy that I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
My mother and I came to Jingyu Square again. I can't wait to sit on it. I hold the handlebar with both hands and push hard. The bike rushed out like a wild horse that didn't listen to me. I was so scared that I let go and fell over. I was angry, as if there was a flame burning in my heart, and said loudly, "I'm so angry that I can't handle a bicycle?" Then I got on the bike again, holding the handlebar with both hands, with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the pedal. I just pedaled a few times and fell down … I didn't hurt myself this time, I only ran more than 50 meters.
At this point, my heart slightly want to give up. However, at this moment, a little sister rushed to me on a bicycle. I thought this little sister was younger than me and could ride a bike. She will certainly encounter difficulties when she studies, and she can bear hardships. Why can't I eat? So I made up my mind to learn to ride a bike. I summon up courage, no matter how many times I fall, I can't give up. I picked up my bike again, looked ahead, stepped on the ground and slid forward. ...
Finally, with my unremitting efforts, I learned to ride a bike. When I rode my bike skillfully in the square and on the road, I felt indescribable joy ... I smiled and burst into tears involuntarily. Those are tears of happiness, and that is my joy of persisting in success despite failure.
I gained a lot by learning to ride a bike. I know that on the road to growth, I should learn to overcome difficulties with patience and wisdom.
A tearful smile composition in junior high school 600 words 3 The breeze that night was very soft, very soft, and accompanied by grandma's gentle voice, it spread far and far.
When I was a child, Sophora japonica liked to sit in the creaking rocking chair at night and watch the stars, while listening to grandma telling stories, cicadas chirped softly, and the evening breeze blew gently, and the laughter of two people and the creaking sound of the rocking chair came from a distance.
However, time flies and Sophora japonica grows up gradually. One Mid-Autumn Festival, in the almost pleading tone of grandma, Sophora japonica once again came to the balcony and sat in a rocking chair. But unlike this time, Sophora japonica no longer listens to grandma's stories and cicadas and insects seriously, but holds a thick exercise book and thinks hard. Grandma looked at Sophora japonica with heartache, cleared her throat and said softly, "Grandma will tell you a story, ok?" Legend has it that a long time ago ... Sophora japonica interrupted her grandmother impatiently: "You are so annoying, I have no idea!" " Then he picked up the book and walked back to the room. The cicada stopped screaming and the moon disappeared. In grandma's eyes, something glittering and translucent is flashing.
One day, while cleaning the house, Sophora japonica found a thick old book in grandma's room, which was full of stories. The catalog of story books is written with grandma's pen, and there are various comments on it, such as: "This is very nice", "This child doesn't like it" and "This can't be said" ... I can't help but burst into tears when I look at Sophora japonica. ...
One day, Sophora japonica took grandma's book and a story book of her own, and found grandma sitting in a rocking chair, sitting in her arms, reading aloud with a book. Grandma was silent for a long time with her head down, and suddenly she looked up. The silver thread hidden in her head trembled slightly in the wind, and her eyes were full of glittering and translucent things, which were grandma's tears, with tears of laughter.
The wind that night is very light, very light, the moon that night is very bright, very bright, the insects that night are very soft, very soft, and the tears that night are smiling tears … Grandma's eyes are shining with tears, and those smiling tears are touching and satisfying!
My mother is always busy. She goes out every morning, sometimes she doesn't go home for dinner at noon, and sometimes she comes home very late. She always feels that she has little free time.
Seeing how busy my mother is every day, I always want to do something for her, but I can't remember what to do. Finally, one night, my mother came home from work and sat on the sofa to rest. Seeing my mother's tired appearance, I quietly brought a plate of hot water and put it in front of my mother and said, "Mom, wash your feet." My mother gave me a surprised look and agreed. While speaking, I helped my mother take off her socks, put her feet in the basin, and gave her a careful massage. I repeatedly asked, "Is mom hot?" Mom, are you tired? Is mom comfortable ... "Mom answered my question with a warm smile.
Suddenly, I met a hard thing. I asked my mother, "What's that under your feet? It's too difficult. Let me help you take it off. " Mom smiled and said, "Meng Jie, that's the footprint left by mom running around every day." "Does it hurt?" I asked with concern. "No pain, son, just soak in the water." Mother answered me with a smile. Looking at my mother's smile and touching her "footprint", I suddenly felt something sour rushing straight to my forehead, and tears could not help flowing down. My mother saw me with my head down and asked with concern, "son, don't help my mother wash, go to rest!" " "I stood up slowly, plunged into my mother's arms and hugged her tightly. I don't want her to see my tearful eyes. Suddenly, I felt a tear fall on my neck. My mother cried, but her mouth was still smiling. I immediately asked my mother, what's the matter? Mom smiled and said, "Son, mom is happy. She is very happy to see you grow up and know that you love your mother. " Hearing this, my heart couldn't help pounding. I just washed my mother's feet once, and her mother was very excited. No wonder people often say that "if you are poor, you will think about change." At this moment, I seem to have a new understanding of this sentence. Every child in the process of growing up, without exception, contains the warm love and careful care of parents. Every parent will feel extremely proud and proud when he sees every step of his child's growth. Mother's tears are tears of smile and relief.
In the future, I will often help my parents wash their feet, often make them excited, let a satisfied smile hang on their faces, and let the tears of happiness, excitement and relief flow in their hearts forever. Here, I also want to tell my peers that let each of us be a self-reliant child and show filial piety to care for our parents. In fact, they also need our concern.