Growing up in tears 1 Tears often contain sadness, gratitude and joy ... People's emotions are often condensed in this crystal tear. And tears also witnessed my growth.
When I was a child, I especially liked a toy, pulling my parents' skirts and looking forward to it. Once I can't buy it, crystal tears will swirl in my eyes, and I won't leave until you buy it. My parents are also worried. They looked down at my slightly moist eyes and knew it. They also "answer blows with blows" and pretended to leave at once. As soon as I saw it, I was also anxious. My face was red and I immediately burst into tears. My mouth was still vague: "You must not love me!" Use it to threaten. In my young mind, I have decided that once my parents can't meet my requirements, they will definitely not love me. This absolutely naive statement is funny now that I think about it, and I don't know if it has hurt my parents' hearts. In retrospect, the tears at that time were too worthless, such as the rain in June.
Now my tears are not so easy to flow out, and they are much more "precious" than before, but sometimes I can't help it. It was a night study. The teacher came in, looked at us and sighed, and told us bad news that a classmate in our class was going to settle abroad. After listening, my head unconsciously lowered, and my mind came up with bits and pieces with him. That classmate is a shy boy. He is usually very kind to us and acts calmly. His busy figure in the classroom is lifelike ... The teacher squeezed out a smiling face and said to us, "At this time, just smile more and be happy." However, at the thought of my classmate leaving us to live abroad, I will never see him again. I remembered the time when we played together after class. We talked and laughed in the aisle, and we sweated together on the runway ... At that moment, I was not happy and couldn't help but burst into tears. It was a silent cry. Tears are like "dew" on the grass after rain, pouring out the sadness of parting and the loss of being separated from each other.
Tears accompany my growth, from the beginning to the emotional "precious", which is the only way for a person to grow up. Unconsciously, I grew up in tears.
Growing up in tears composition 2 I am a fragile and emotional child, and every little thing will make me burst into tears. Since childhood, I have shed countless tears, just like growing up in tears.
I went to junior high school. I think this is my new starting point, so I stepped into the classroom with great joy, but I was poured cold water by a different Chinese teacher. What I never expected was that this was just the beginning of a nightmare. Perhaps no one has considered this question, and probably everyone thinks that good grades are good students. But the requirements of this Chinese teacher are very different from those of ordinary people.
Once, as a representative of Chinese class, I was silent about the teacher's questions and was punished by the teacher, right next to the podium. I have always been regarded as a "good student" and have never been treated like this. As a result, the disobedient "Golden Bean" kept slipping away from their eyes. My classmates cast sympathetic eyes at me from time to time. I looked down and felt my cheeks burning and ashamed.
After class, I cried at my desk. I don't listen to what my classmates say to comfort me. I just feel desperate and helpless. I don't know if I should change myself in the future With the feeling of comforting myself, I spent the whole afternoon in a trance.
When I got home, I turned to my mother for help in tears. Mom told me that my road is still long! I shouldn't be knocked down by such a small setback. I should be stronger ... I cried at home for a long time that day and refused to go to school anyway, but in the end, under the comfort of my mother, I still put on my schoolbag and went.
Unexpectedly, I was not troubled by the last "shadow", but slowly began to change myself. The teacher's face has gradually become a little more brilliant smile. I secretly encourage myself in my heart. I hope I can become more perfect one day.
Looking back now, I really grew up. Thought of here, tears have flooded the eyes. I'm glad I chose.
Growing up in tears Composition 3 In my life, there are many times when tears slide across my face and fall quietly. Tears, containing different emotions, are also the witness of my growth.
When I was a child, I cried and rolled on the ground because I didn't want to go to kindergarten. Like a little monkey, I pulled my mother's clothes and refused to go in. Tears, like tap water, keep flowing. I prayed not to go to school until my mother gave me a piece of candy, and I stopped crying after eating. I don't know if it's because I want to go to kindergarten or because of that candy. At that time, tears were worthless, and they were tools to satisfy wishes.
If I were a little older, I wouldn't cry for that trivial thing, and tears began to make sense. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, when I was in Chinese class, I couldn't find the book. I can't help thinking, "Why can't I find it?" Who knows the teacher has stood by my side, she roared: "Guo, stand up for me!" Dare to speak in class! " I was shocked, felt wronged, and wanted to defend myself. But the teacher was more angry and punished me for writing introspection. I tried my best to hold back my tears, but I still let the tears of Douda unwillingly flow out of my eyes. It was not until the students behind explained it to me that the truth came out. Tears at that time were meaningful, but my self-esteem began to awaken.
Now, tears are felt, and there is a very different taste. Today is the last Children's Day of my primary school career. Our class recites poems on behalf of the sixth grade of the whole school. This is not only a poem, but also all my memories in the past six years. The big screen scrolls with pictures of us when we enter school, go to school and leave school. I have no choice. Tears covered Ben's smiling face. In a few days, we will go our separate ways and embark on a different bright future. When I said the last sentence, the smile came back to my face. On graduation day, I will definitely "fuck off" with a smile, because we have grown from children to big children, and I know that we all have our own bright future. Tears at this time are full of emotion, which symbolizes that I have entered the stage of perceiving life from an ignorant child.
Tears are actually very simple, just to cry a few sweets; Tears are actually meaningful, that is, tears fall like rain for the teacher's misunderstanding; Tears are actually "felt", and they are in tears for parting. ...
Different tears, different meanings, witness our growth and become stronger with us.
Growing up in tears Composition 4 In my life, there are many times when tears surge over my face, but there are layers of tears, which is the best witness of our growth.
In childhood
I still remember when I was a child, I often shed a few tears when something happened. Sometimes my parents go out to do business and leave my grandmother and me at home. I will hold the crib and look around. When I can't see my parents, I will fall down and start crying. Hearing this, grandma quickly came to coax me and gave me a piece of candy. After eating, I stopped crying and began to fall asleep. I don't know whether I really miss my parents or for those sweet sweets.
A little bigger.
No longer cry for trivial things, then tears have a little "meaning." When I was in the third grade, my teacher gave us papers to take part in the calligraphy competition. I wrote it carefully at home for forty minutes. When I finished, I jumped up happily and ran to show my parents. My parents touched my head and gave me a new pencil. Unexpectedly, when the school gave it to the teacher, the teacher frowned and said, "Did your parents write this?" As soon as I was in a hurry, I began to explain desperately and even took out my pencil. The teacher looked disdainful, but still didn't believe it. My classmates began to laugh at me. I was so wronged that tears dripped like soybeans. It was not until the teacher invited my parents that the truth came out.
at present
Now, tears are felt, and there is a very different taste. Today is the last Children's Day of my primary school career. I recite poems and sing pop songs on behalf of our class. This is not only a song, but also a wonderful memory of my six years. On the big screen, all the photos I have taken since I first entered school are scrolled. There's really no way. Tears covered Ben's smiling face. In ten days, we will leave each other and move towards our bright future. We really should cherish the last time. When I sang a lyric, my smile reappeared on my face: "Being together is the most unforgettable and brilliant memory; Together, the simplest is the most beautiful; Together, the four seasons that keep spinning; Together, I believe we will never be apart. "On graduation day, I won't cry, I will' fuck off' with a smile!
Different tears have different meanings. We should grow up in tears and become stronger.
Growing up in tears Composition 5 Tears represent moving, tears represent sadness, tears represent pain ... Tears are a milestone on the road to growth.
When I was a child, I cried when I was dissatisfied. Tears are like an open faucet, which flows endlessly and often can't be turned off. When I was not in school, I went out to play with my grandparents every night. On this day, as usual, I ran out of the house happily after dinner. Maybe I'm too excited. I accidentally stepped on it when I went down the stairs, and suddenly it was dark and dizzy. Before I knew it, I was already sitting on the ground. Suddenly, there was a burning pain in my knee. I pulled up my pants and looked at my red knee. Tears as big as beans ran across my cheeks drop by drop and soaked a large piece of clothes. I blew it gently in pain, hoping to relieve the pain. The wind blew through the wound and the pain became stronger. Burning and loud crying echoed in the stairwell for a long time.
When I grew up, I went to primary school. Once after school, I ran out of the school gate with my schoolbag on my back. On the way home, I felt very depressed and failed the exam. I'm at a loss. I shed tears of disappointment at the thought of my mother's reproach and her blushing face. Grievance and pain are about to overflow from my heart. My heart began to beat faster, and my steps began to speed up. I really want to find an inconspicuous corner to cry. I closed my eyes, my eyelashes were soaked with tears, and my eyes were slightly red. I tried to divert my attention, but my thoughts haunted me like a devil, so I had to run home as fast as I could. At this time, I will not cry because of pain like a child. With self-esteem, my heart is full of unwillingness and unconvinced.
Now I won't cry because of the exam, because self-esteem makes me understand that crying is just a placebo, but nothing has changed after crying, and crying is useless. Tears are precious gems in people's eyes, reflecting the bright sunshine, and tears are the witness of growth.
Growing up in tears Composition 6 Everyone has shed tears, and every tear has various meanings!
I was very headstrong when I was a child. I remember when I was four or five years old, I watched other children holding Daxiong dolls. I also asked my mother to buy it for me, but she just wouldn't buy it for me. I only had a big bear doll in my heart at that time, making a scene in heaven, but my mother pretended not to hear it. I didn't sleep that night. I have been crying at the top of my lungs. The next day, my eyes were swollen from crying. Mom can't do anything about me, so she has to buy it for me.
At that time, crying was willful, and crying was my magic weapon, so that my parents could give me what I wanted. Tears at that time were just like copper, so worthless.
Grow up and have self-esteem. When I was in an English training class in the third grade, I borrowed an eraser from a companion during a dictation. Later my dictation score was 100. The teacher looked at me with stern eyes and said, "Did you copy your deskmate?" But I didn't copy it, and she didn't believe me, forcing me to copy the text five times. I was so wronged at that time, and crystal tears poured out at once.
That time, I shed tears of self-esteem, which, like silver, has some weight.
Now, I have grown up and can accept this occasional "grievance". I care more about the people around me. Once my mother rode off work and fell to the ground while going downhill. It happened to rain at that time. Her hands were covered with mud and some blood flowed out. She also fell four wounds on her leg and bled. My eyes are suddenly wet, my nose is sour and my eyes are blurred. Looking at the bright red wound, my blood is blurred, my heart is slightly painful, and tears, like spring water, wet my cheeks and my heart.
Mom is so hard, it is tears that make me learn to care about others. Tears at this time are as precious as gold.
Learn to grow up in tears, learn to be strong, learn to be patient, and learn to be grateful.