In daily study, work or life, we all inevitably have to come into contact with the essay, right? Essay is a method of recounting the significance of a topic expressed through words after human thought consideration and language organization. So, how to go about writing an essay? The following is my collection of I shed tears essay for your reference and reference, I hope it can help the friends in need.
I shed tears essay 1"Why didn't you do your homework?" The teacher scolded me. I panicked when I was in my mind, wondering when the teacher would say yes. The teacher scolded louder and louder, so I blushed and lowered my head, in looking at the teacher, listening to him.
"How could you!" The teacher's voice as shouting the ground. The teacher said louder and louder, so I shed tears, "You have never not done your homework before, why didn't you do your homework today?" The teacher's voice was very loud and fierce. "I - didn't - do it on purpose." I said. "Then what will you do next time?" The teacher asked me strangely with a questioning tone.
I thought and thought for more than three minutes, and finally came up with a solution. I said, "If I don't do my homework next time, then I'll do it five times." I said firmly. "Good, you said it yourself, if you don't do it next time, you will be punished to do it five times." The teacher said. I was panicking, what about next time? Still, tears were flowing.
Tear by tear, I thought; I can't not do my homework next time, or I'm going to be finished. So, I walked back to my seat to do yesterday's homework, and the more I did it, the more I panicked, just in case the teacher came back to me.
I shed tears essay 2It's been a long time since the incident, but it's still fresh in my mind and hard to forget, just because that incident made me regret it.
It was a cloudy and rainy day, with sleet and rain outside the window and a raging gale, my classmates and I were quietly doing math problems in the classroom. Soon, I was working on an application problem that I was not good at, and I was frowning and racking my brain for ideas, when I saw Qi Jiayi sitting diagonally across from me, smiling and relaxed, the pen in her hand was quickly crossing over the test paper, so I didn't need to think about it to know that the problem couldn't have been easier for her. This aroused my anger, I thought angrily: originally Qi Jiayi was not as good as me, but now she is so much better than me, and these grades are also higher than mine. I was furious, and an idea came into my mind: how about I throw a small paper ball at her while the teacher is not paying attention, and when she bends down to pick it up, it happens to be discovered by the teacher, who also thinks that she violates the discipline, and ultimately does not allow her to take the test.
I couldn't help but be startled by the idea and shook my head vigorously to clear it. Qi Jiayi learning progress, I should be happy for her right, never because of this and "set up" her ah! Although I am not as good as her, I should work hard. But my heart was not listening to me. Unconsciously, I had already balled up the paper and was hesitant to throw it away. But looking at her so pleased with herself, I gritted my teeth and threw it at once. When she noticed, she lowered her head to look at the paper ball on the ground and picked it up curiously. At the moment she unwrapped it, the teacher raised her head ...... she couldn t take the test and threw an angry look at me. After class, she walked to me and whimpered, "You are not my good friend at all." Said and walked away.
I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, I knew I was wrong and regretted it. On the way home, the rain outside was even heavier, and the wind was howling like a wolf, and the tears were pouring down like this rain. If I am given another chance, I will never do such a thing again.
I shed tears essay 3This afternoon, there was a big event at our school, which my mom and I attended; however, during the event, we both shed tears! Do you want to know why we shed tears? Then you should read my article!
You see! Our playground is crowded with people, here are the fathers or mothers of our school students, and our school teachers and students. Today our school is going to carry out a thanksgiving activity, mainly Ms. Gao Fei to give us a speech, Ms. Gao Fei is the most famous master of speech, she often go to various schools to give students speeches, so that the bad students to change their bad habits, become good students.
The speech began! First, the principal of our school spoke, and second, Ms. Gao Fei gave us a speech. Ms. Gao Fei first told us her story of growing up, she was ten years old without a mother, she followed her father and two sisters to live, I heard very sad. Gao Fei teacher told her story of growing up, to our students to take out the paper and pen, in the notebook to write down their closest five relatives, I wrote down: dad, mom, grandpa, grandma and great aunt.
I shed tears essay 4
I remember a few years ago, one day, a hundred love my good grandfather said to go away, stay in the watershed uncle rushed to call my father, my father and mother rushed to take me to the watershed grandmother's home.
A hundred yards of car speed along the way made my heart even heavier. Grandma also sat, dumbfounded, as if she could not accept the facts in front of her.
Grandpa lying in bed, body, head are covered with white cloth, I can not suppress the sadness of the heart, one by one, sobbing.
We buried my grandfather with a heavy heart.
I shed tears essay 5Near the end of the school day, the sky was dark and heavy. In a moment it was pouring rain. The rain crackled down and the gusty wind whipped my face.
At that moment, the radio sounded: please stay quietly in your classroom and wait for your parents to come to pick you up. So I stayed in the classroom. At this time, many parents came to pick up their children. Not long after, there were few children left in the classroom. At this time, I began to get anxious and went to the window to look and saw a woman with small steps. I thought: Is that my mom? As I was thinking, a gust of wind blew over and blew away the woman's umbrella. I took a closer look and it was my mom. I saw that her hair was wet from the rain, and her lower body was also wet from the rain. I rushed down and asked, "Mom, why are you helping me with the umbrella when you are in such bad health?" "Because you've been considerate of me before, and persistence is victory, right?"
When I heard my mother's voice was so hoarse when she spoke, and when I saw that her body was so weak, my eyes gradually wet, shed tears of emotion, and my mother hugged me tightly.
I shed tears essay 6One day when I came home from school, I saw my mom's coworkers come to my house to play, and one of them was an uncle playing computer games. I put down my schoolbag and went to my uncle's side to watch. At this time, my mom saw it. After dinner, my mom's colleagues all left, my mom disconnected the broadband network, and my mom told me a story, the name of the story is "The Three Moves of Mencius' Mother". While listening to the story, my heart had a sour feeling from time to time, and I couldn't help shedding tears. After listening to the story, I immediately took out the textbook homework in my schoolbag.
When I was doing my homework, my mind was still filled with scenes from the story of "The Three Mothers of Mencius". I saw my mom not only disconnecting my dad's computer broadband, she also put away her cell phone, and my mom stayed with me and told me the story. Mom created a quiet and good learning environment for me. Listening to my mom tell this story in a quiet, good learning environment made me think that I should be close to good people, things and things so that I can learn good hobbies and habits.
The story of "Meng's Mother's Three Moves" not only made me shed tears of emotion while listening to it, let me feel the greatness of my mother's motherly love; it also made me memorize the story so that I silently, in my heart, made up my mind to strive hard towards good goals.
I shed tears essay 7Saturday morning, there is an ominous foreboding spread throughout my body, I can not help but shiver.
Dad had said the day before that the golden retriever would be given away tomorrow, and true to form, it was about to leave me.
Dad held my golden hair, I looked at it, it also looked at mine, in an instant, shining tears in the eyes, my vision blurred.
"No!" I yelled in desperation, and all of a sudden, tears came to my eyes. It looked at me pitifully, and my legs weakened and I almost collapsed.
It was raining cowslips outside, and my brain desperately tried to remember the good times I had with it. My eyes suddenly darkened and tears slowly flowed down my cheeks, leaving only two lines of tears and the scars of memory.
This is what a bitter dog ah! I swallowed my tears, bit my lip, looked pitifully at my dad, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, leave it, leave it!" Dad helplessly shook his head and said, "Son, I can't help it, do I have to give away such a lovely dog?" I raised my head in despair and lowered it again, clenching my fists.
Dad hugged it and left the house. The sound of rain and crying formed a painful memory.
I shed tears essay 8In my memory, my mother loved to knit sweaters.
When I was teething, I could always see a body sitting on the side holding a few bamboo skewers wearing woolen threads intertwined non-stop. I was always watching, crying and fussing for a while, and my mother smiled and coaxed me with a ball of wool.
When I was in elementary school, I could always see my mother holding a bamboo skewer around and around the intertwining figure. This is when I moved a small stool to sit next to my mother to watch her knitting.
Warm sunlight from the window, sprinkled on the mother, the mother held a bamboo stick, bamboo stick with the wool as butterflies dancing in the air like a general sharp up and down shuttle, a needle and a line of knitting. I watched my mother knit and found it very interesting, so I took out the bamboo skewer from my mother's box to learn how she knitted: I wrapped the bamboo skewer around the thread in my right hand, thinking it would be the same as my mother's. I wrapped the bamboo skewer around the thread, thinking that it would be as easy as my mother's to wrap the thread around the other bamboo skewer, but I ended up poking hard and hurting my hand. Then I watched my mother dance her bamboo skewers through the air, so fast that I could get a new, comfortable, and beautiful sweater every two weeks.
When I graduated from elementary school, I could still see my mother knitting, but her bamboo sticks were not as light as they used to be. From two weeks' worth of sweaters to a few months' worth.
And when I was in my first year of school, I saw more than just my mother's knitting. When I came home, I still saw my mother sitting on a stool, holding a bamboo stick and woolen thread in her hand, weaving the sweater a little bit. But every now and then I saw my mother put down the bamboo skewer and wool in her hand, twisting her head toward the ceiling and squeezing her shoulder with her hand. So I went behind my mother to help her squeeze her shoulders, and said to her: "Mom, you don't knit all the time, it's not good for your health to sit for a long time, you have to walk more." Mother still smiled and answered me: "Nothing, not to give you some sweater knitting winter is not cold? "
In the face of the sweater in the hands of the mother, the bean tears coldly slipped from the cheeks, smashed in my hands.
I shed tears essay 9We actually shed tears over a small thing, too childish, I thought in my heart.
I went to school that morning, and one of my classmates had brought toys, and the teacher kept emphasizing before that no toys were allowed.
He put the toys in my drawer, and I didn't know, so he told his classmates, who told the teacher that someone had brought toys into the school, and then the teacher went through the bags and drawers one by one, and I didn't care at all! I didn't bring any toys. When the teacher came to me and went through my drawers, she found the toys, and my classmates said, "Ge Zi Diao, so it's you who brought the toys!" I quickly replied, "It's not the toys I brought, really it's not." The teacher said seriously, "You have nothing more to say, the facts are in front of you, what else is there to argue?" I am really dumb to eat Huanglian - have bitter to say.
The bell rang, and the teacher said, "Well, that's it for this one." The teacher asked me to copy the words "don't bring toys" 100 times, and I was so aggrieved that I cried uncontrollably because no one believed me.
That time, I shed tears of frustration and sadness.
I shed tears essay 10It was Mother's Day one year, and I went to buy a bouquet of flowers for my mother, as was my custom in previous years. In the evening, the street lights were already on, cast on the faces of pedestrians, reflecting the tired and happy look. Under the dim light, I strolled to the place where I bought flowers in the past years. But it was already late, and the flowers in that store were almost sold out, leaving only a few of the less beautiful ones lying alone on the stage. I had to go down the road and find another one.
It was getting dark. I came across a few more florists, but those stores were either closed or, like the first store, only a few remnants were left. Lift your legs, take a step, and look up. In my mechanical search, I unknowingly came to the square. It was already completely dark. Only a few street lamps left insisted on putting out a dim light, illuminating my tired look. How about ...... not buying flowers this year? But in previous years I have bought flowers, this year if I do not buy it ...... I do not want to imagine my mother's eyes trying their best to hide the wipe of disappointment.
Abruptly, out of the corner of my eye glanced at a smear of powder, is out of place with this atmosphere of bright color. It was a few bunches of carnations, standing upright in a vase. It was the flowers I wanted! I ran excitedly to the stall. The stall was manned by an old woman in her seventies. A head full of silver threads mischievously covered a few black hairs interspersed with rubber bands tied sharply behind her head. The wind and frost had left traces of age on her face, but it hadn't been able to cover up the slight smile she wore and the kindness in her eyes. "I almost couldn't get flowers! Luckily, you have them here." I smiled while looking at the flowers on the stand. "Little sister buying flowers for mommy? It is a little late. I just thought that there might be students rushing to buy flowers after school in the evening, so I stayed a little longer. It's good that your mom has a thoughtful daughter like you. I have two sons, both of whom are out of town and don't always come back for the New Year." The old woman exchanged pleasantries while picking a beautiful bunch from the flower stand, "Take this bunch, it's blooming quite well." I was just about to pull out my money when I realized that a corner of the square was bustling with noise. "Oh no! It's the city police evicting people!" The old woman's complexion changed. "Forget it, it's too late, granny hurry up and clean up!" I reminded. The old woman didn't reply and squatted down to pack up her things in three or two tries. But then, when she was almost done packing, she drew out one thing and shoved it into my hand. "Mother's Day only comes once a year, say Happy Mother's Day to your mom properly!" After saying that, she left me with a firm back.
I had no time to react, just looked down and saw the familiar powder, mixed with the fragrance of flowers popped awake my senses. Facing the scent of flowers, I shed tears.
I shed tears essay 11He was a dutiful class president, but because of a small episode, y pierced his heart.
That day, after all, because of the answer to a question, he told me to shut up, and I cursed at him; that time, it seems that swearing became my right-hand man, unscrupulously mocking the man in front of me; that moment, it felt that the words that were said could never be taken back. I don't know what he was thinking, but he just stood there and let me scold him; he didn't say anything, and quietly walked to his seat and sat down. Somehow the head girl of the class found out about it. She said, "Do you realize that you have broken his heart? Is it easy to be the class monitor? You have to be scolded by others every day for controlling them!" This string of words weighed heavily on the heart and pressed so hard that one was about to lose one's breath. Her tone changed from stern to calm as she paused and said, "Go apologize to him!" I didn't say anything, only to see her go into the classroom and call him out.
The heart counted down ten times: ten, nine, eight ...... He came out, the classmates said he cried, but now can not be seen, crying or not crying only his own clear. I clearly saw a little red on his eyes. That touch of red seems to be accusing me of all kinds of not, but also seems to be laughing at me and sarcastic in the dark. I said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong this time." He replied to me, "It's good to know that you're wrong, and when you're wrong, you have to correct it, so don't make the mistake again." Then I reported it, in fact, I do not really know why I want to hug, may be the penance for the wrong things I did!
This hug made me understand him. He, doing his duty. He knows how to forgive. The image of the class president has been y imprinted in the bottom of my heart, he became a landscape on the road of my youth, and that episode, became a brilliant afterglow on the landscape.
Facing him, I shed tears. These tears are tears of catharsis, tears of emotion, tears of apology for the words that broke my heart. And he treated me with the same respect as he always did, as if it hadn't happened.
Since then, the scene of the moment, now will be for people deep into that moving net, evoking that deep memories of me, since that incident, only to understand the strength of classmates, help is how precious ah! It seems like a shadow in my heart, lingering, waving not come.
I'm sorry, I was wrong ......
I shed tears essay 12On the morning of the first clear day, the sky was colored orange by the golden sunrise. As the breeze brushed by, looking up at the sky, I saw a kite accompanied by a flock of birds that were about to leap over the horizon, gradually departing from my field of vision, while I wept ......
Remembering my childhood, the young and ignorant me was captured by the interest of a few kites flying under the pure blue sky. I thought freely, tugging on the lapel of my grandmother who accompanied me together, I looked up, she looked down, kindly looking at me. A few wisps of light breeze brushed the crushed hair from her face, her gray hair shining in the brilliant sunlight. She understood my thoughts. She smiled, stretching the wrinkles around her eyes as she did so.
I lay on my back in front of the window, looking at the sky that could not be lighter, staring blankly at the kites flying in the sky. I was envious. At that time, I did not know the skills of flying a kite, I do not know how to make the production of kites, I think it can bring me a lot of happiness, it is enough.
After that, day after day, month after month, I asked you for kites every day. But every time you heard my grievances, you greeted me with the same smile as always. You told me not to be anxious, and that I would have a very beautiful kite in a few days. Grandma, you do not know that I am in the rebellious period, how can I wait so long, but you still accepted.
Time slowly slipped away, and my interest in kites slowly faded. That day I heard that you were sick, I rushed to the hospital from school, your thin body lying on the hospital bed, hair from white to white, face has been covered with traces of time. But the only thing that remained unchanged was your sunny smile, looking at me with a smile. Repeated coughing filled the whole ward. Beside her, my mother handed me a beautiful swallow kite. Grandma looked at me and smiled.
It was an old-fashioned swallow kite woven from bamboo skewers, each one slender and smooth, with the intersections firmly tied and secured with thin strings. The black and white paper outlined the pattern of swallows, all made by Grandma herself. I took it. Faced with my grandmother's smile and the kite in her hand, my eyes filled with tears.
Grandma, although you are far away from me, your kites and your everlasting smile are y in my memory. Whenever I see a kite flying in the sky, I think of your love and care for me. My thoughts of you condensed into tears and flowed freely ......
I shed tears essay 13Tears represent many emotions, if you look at the word "tears" separately: "tears" is the word for eyes. If you look at the word "tears" separately, the word "tears" means that it rains on your eyes, and the word "water" means that your tears have become a river. What do tears mean? Are they not strong enough, or have they touched a sad spot? Let's just experience it together. I don't like to cry, I feel that crying and I have no connection, but that time, I cried in the dark ......
When I started babbling, it is my mother single-handedly raised me, I have never left my mother. I was 7 years old when I went to first grade, my mom sent me to the local foreign language private school, where all the students are in residence. I said sadly, "Mom, I don't want a good education, I just want to be with you." Mom kindly said, "Either that, or mom will stay with you for a while today." Only reluctantly did I agree. In a flash, it was raining, probably because God was sympathizing with me too! The words I least wanted to hear rang in my ears, "Mommy's leaving, take care!" I shouted like crazy, but my mom still left. From then on, I was a regular visitor to the bar, and as soon as I heard my mom's voice my tears fell uncontrollably.
In the end, my tears moved my heart, and I finally left that place that made me sad.
I shed tears essay 14Tears, the most sincere expression of human feelings. A person may be able to deceive others in words, dress, demeanor and even appearance, but only tears can not deceive others, nor can they deceive themselves. Tears express a variety of people's feelings, joy, pain, sadness, sorrow, excitement ......
gallop through my memory, it seems that there is nothing to make me shed a tear, because "men have tears do not flick" ah! Then carefully look for some, really found a paragraph of my tears:
It was a sunny morning, the whole school teachers and students gathered to the playground, waiting for a special speech, the speech title is "hundred good filial piety first". I heard that the speaker is a very famous speaker, he went to where the speech, can make there sobbing, I do not care about his ability to express doubt.
All good things come first, but who can really do it?
The speech began, and the speaker asked each of us to look carefully at our parents, not to miss any details. I did as he said, I first looked at my mother's head, my mother's temples have grown a few silver hairs; I looked at my mother's face, my mother's eyes have added some wrinkles; I look at my mother's hands, my mother's fingers are no longer so thin. My God! Mom is only in her thirties!
I can not help but think of a thousand thoughts. I seem to see every morning mom in the kitchen busy figure, I seem to see the winter evening mom in the lamp knitting sweater when the concentration of the look, I seem to see mom that year due to exhaustion and suffered from pneumonia when the weak look ...... station playing touching music, said touching words. I can no longer hold back, I hugged my mother, tears can not stop flowing down ......
At this time, I saw those beside the students without parents, sitting on the ground gloomy, so helpless ...... my heart a sense of pride arose, because I still have a mother's love. Because I also have a mother's love.
Men have tears do not flick, just not to the sad place ......
I shed tears essay 15Sunday morning, my mom and I went to the supermarket to buy a lot of snacks. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! There are eating, the heart is very happy.
After lunch, I took a packet of matcha cookies back to the room to eat, tear open the mouth of the bag, a familiar aroma spread out, and hurriedly picked up a piece of stuffed into the mouth. Uh, it's really tasty! Just as I was about to lay my hands on the second piece, the door to my room was pushed open a crack, albeit gently, but still I noticed it. The doorway poked out my brother's little head, and I hurriedly hid the cookie in the belly of the table. My brother sniffed, "Did you eat the matcha cookie, sis?" Hmph! The dog's nose is really smart! Matcha cookies are my favorite, and I can't take them away from you! I hid my impatience and said with a smile, "No, I'm not. Look, my sister is reading a book." My brother scratched his head and muttered, "Okay!" And took off with the door.
I rolled my eyes at the door, relieved, and went back to eating my cookies. But then the door opened again, "Sister, play with me for a while!" I wanted to reply, but I had a cookie in my mouth. I covered my mouth with a book and chewed and swallowed quickly, choking and stretching my neck. Annoyed, I yelled, "Mom! My brother is interrupting my reading!" Mom, without a second thought, immediately pulled my brother away. Hee hee hee hee, just you want to compete with me in IQ, another hundred years, I snickered in triumph.
Friday, I just entered the door, a small figure rushed toward me, cut, who else, I did not even lift my eyelids, continue to change shoes. At this time, my ears rang a pleasing voice: "Sister look, this is your favorite cookies, I leave you da da!" I froze, the shoes just took off half still hanging on the feet, what happened? My nose was sore for a while, my brother's round little head blurred quickly in front of my eyes, and I was really ashamed to think of treating my brother like that last week, and my heart felt like a bottle of flavors had been overturned. "Sister!" My brother called out to me again, and I sniffled vaguely, wiping my eyes carelessly, my fingers wet with tears. I hastily agreed, tearing open the bag and feeding a piece to my brother ......
Mom and dad kept telling me: dian dian, to give you a brother is to give you a companion! I didn't think it was a good idea! However, as I grew older, gradually I began to recognize this statement!
That time, I shed tears!