It was one night, the teacher assigned homework and asked us to look up information online. As soon as I finished my homework, I turned on the computer to look for information. No sooner had I checked the information than I heard a knock at the door. Mom opened the door. It turns out that dad has come back. He went to the computer room and saw me sitting in a chair using a computer. He thought I was playing a game. Without saying anything, my father dragged me from the computer chair to the sofa like an eagle catching a chicken. I looked up and saw that my father was furious and flew into a rage. Dad said, "Today is not Sunday. What computer are you playing with? " I wanted to explain that I was looking up information, not playing computer, but my father taught me a lesson and said I couldn't surf the Internet in the future. My father and I argued with each other, our hands clenched. I can't explain clearly, plus my father's firm language. I didn't do anything wrong, but I still left tears of injustice. "I'm looking up information. Why did my father wronged me? I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it off! " I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and shouted at him with all my strength. With a loud bang, I closed the door and rushed into the bedroom, lying on the bed, tears falling silently. Alas, my father's arbitrary character is really unbearable, and the more I think about it, the less interesting it becomes.
After a long time, I heard my father's footsteps. He came up to me, stroked my head and said kindly, "Look at your pouting mouth, you are still angry with me!" " Sorry, dad was wrong about you. "At this time, my father gave me an apologetic look, a little embarrassed, but because of my father's appearance, I decided to forgive him, hoping that he would not break into a furious rage without knowing the ins and outs of things in the future. My anger disappeared and I smiled through tears.
So, I quietly folded it up and put it in a corner of my heart, keeping it in my mind.
2. Tears 600 words sad tears
Rain will always stop, but will people's tears stop? A few hours ago, I was crying in the classroom!
In the morning, I came to school alive and kicking, because the results of the mid-term exam were announced today. I always thought I did well in this exam and I could show it off to my parents.
However, it backfired. In the third class, Mr. Jiang announced the results of the mid-term Chinese exam. The teacher said in that familiar and sweet voice, "How about ... An Jinyi, 93 points in Chinese." I was a little depressed, but I didn't think it was high, but it made sense. However, just as I was going to get the paper, Teacher Jiang said to me seriously: "An Jinyi, your composition in the exam was copied, and the marking teacher gave you full marks, so you didn't deserve it, so I reduced your paper by 25 points and got 68 points." Hearing this news, I was very painful, but I tried not to cry, silently saying, "Men don't flick when they have tears, and men don't flick when they have tears." However, I still cried after class, crying like a flood, and my homework and textbooks were attacked by a "rainstorm". Students have sent paper towels to persuade me not to be too sad. I am thinking: "How can I be worthy of my parents who work hard for me from morning till night, and how can I be worthy of my teachers who copy my composition in the exam …" I am thinking again: "This may be a lesson from God. As the saying goes, where should I get wisdom? " On the way home from school at noon, I was still in tears and even had the idea of dying. But then I remembered what my father said: "Life is the most precious thing for people. No matter how hard it is, we must live bravely! " "
I cried as soon as I entered the house. After learning the reason, my mother didn't blame me, but earnestly advised me to say, "Anyi (my nickname), be strong and don't be dejected and despondent in the face of failure;" Be honest, don't deceive yourself. My father also gave me two sentences: "Wisdom is a gem, and if it is edged with honesty, it will be more brilliant. "Moderate gains, full losses."
After listening to my parents' advice, I no longer feel sad and shed tears. Because through this lesson, I understand a truth: be strong, be honest and be modest.
3. Don't copy 600 words of tearful composition. Write it yourself and give points. Absolutely original, tearful writing.
The most exciting thing is that the share that changes over time can be moved at any time; Touched, just a deep scar in my heart, choose to be strong, next time, I won't cry again. -inscription
Since ancient times, people have thought that tears represent cowardice. Wrong, all wet. Tears, not because of human cowardice, but because of human sensibility. People are emotional, so they cry. Tears are brave and strong. He dared to let others see his pain today and made an oath. Next time, if this happens again, I won't choose to cry.
Tears represent scars. Who loves to cry every time, who is willing to tear open their scars and let the world see their pain. Being strong is not only daring to challenge and strive hard, but more importantly, suppressing inner pain and pretending to be calm. The strongest and bravest person is the one who dares to shed tears and vows not to shed tears next time. Yes, strong, as simple as that.
I checked the ingredients of tears online, including water, inorganic salts, protein, lysozyme, immunoglobulin A and complement system. In fact, tears =50% strong +50% weak. Some people shed tears for their next strength, while others shed tears for their forever weakness.
Tears, some people will think it is cowardice, but it is not. It is an idiot's behavior to suppress the inner pain and choose the so-called strength. There is a good saying: every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost. Why don't you even give yourself a chance to cry? To pursue, the so-called face. The weak will do this, but the strong will never.
People always hurt themselves and their hearts in order to help others. Dare to help others is a kind of generosity, dare to forgive yourself is a kind of courage, for some irrelevant things to hurt yourself, this is a fool. Who wants to be a fool?
Perhaps, I should thank tears, which witnessed a person's growth, tears again and again, from ignorance to sensibility to rationality. Thanks for tears, choose to be strong. Tears witness another strength-next time, I won't cry again, just once. Never hurt, never hurt, called a pity, hurt twice, called a fool.
I cried, cried, cried, because my academic performance dropped and I lost my friend. My past is very soft. I couldn't help crying when others said about me. At that time, I felt weak, so I fought back my sadness for fear that others would call me a crying baby. Tears filled my eyes and I tried not to let them fall. I was moved by something and cried my eyes out, so I tried not to let myself be moved and see such a picture. But I found that Xie Jing, you are wrong, you are really wrong. There is nothing shameful about crying. It is called sensibility, not cowardice, but there are some things that I will never cry twice.
Building a solid wall with tears, I found that I grew up. Next time, I won't choose to cry, there's nothing to be afraid of!
4. Writing a composition About what happened in class this afternoon, the teacher didn't ask us to write a composition as usual, but smiled and said to us, "Today we are going to have an exam, which is a quiz for knowledgeable pupils, but the exam time is only 5 minutes. We must see the problem clearly.
Please raise your hand if you want to participate. "The words sound just fell and the whole class raised their hands.
The teacher asked everyone why they had to take the exam. Some students say they want to challenge themselves, others want to see how their knowledge is accumulated, others say they are curious ... I secretly make up my mind to do well in the exam, which is a good opportunity for self-testing. Finally got the test paper, I glanced at it, it was not difficult at all, so I did it without thinking.
But before I finished writing, the teacher announced that the time was up, and it was impossible to write any more. The students couldn't help but give a cry.
But this is the teacher's death order, so we have to listen and reluctantly hand in the test papers one by one. After handing in the examination papers, the students all talked noisily. Some people are arguing about the topic of the exam, some people are complaining about why they took the test paper so early, and some people are speculating about the intention of the exam ... at this moment, the teacher actually started to report the scores.
The result of this exam was terrible: only eight students in the class got full marks, but 32 students got zero, including me. It turns out that only two or three questions need to be done in this exam, and the end of the test paper is clearly written, and all the students who got 0 points did more questions because they didn't see this requirement.
At this time, I really regretted it. Now I finally understand the teacher's good intentions. She originally wanted to pass such an exam to test our habits and carefulness.
Some people say: details determine success or failure, and habits change fate. I will remember this exam from a distance and let the bad habit of carelessness disappear from me forever.
5. Write a composition in the name of Li Junwei with the following materials.
Lexical analysis
Jun: A man of extraordinary intelligence: Jie Jun. Wei Jun also refers to beautiful appearance: handsome. Shuai Shuai's.
Wei: Show awe-inspiring spirit: mighty. That's great. Authority.
Idiom interpretation
Handsome, chic, outstanding and elegant.
All sides are mighty and unyielding, and the dragon is mighty.
Tang poem Song jambic verse
I'm handsome, too, and I know I have a strong character. -Li Bai's "Giving Monks Peace"
Li Hao is very handsome. He gave it to a distant person with his hand. -Li Bai's "Reward the Jingshi beadle Pisces for the Doors Fighting Wine"
When I sleep in the valley during the day, my eyes are full of strength. -Han Yu's "Tiger Walking"
It's raining, foggy, raining, and the curtains are covered with spring. -under the writing.
6.600 words of tearful composition should be taken care of before and after. Who hasn't shed tears in life? There are sad tears, moved tears, wronged tears and joyful tears.
One day, Miss Yang called me into the office and took out a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it to me. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the award certificate of Chu Cai Cup. Ah! My composition won the prize! I was very excited when I held the prize in my hand. I have never been so excited. I am so excited that I don't know what words to use to express my feelings. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes, and silent tears fell down line by line. Maybe this is a sign of excitement and joy?
Looking back on the second grade of primary school, how painful it was for me to write a composition! The first time I wrote a composition, it took four hours and I wrote less than 20 words: "My pencil box is for playing video games, and there is a Mickey Mouse on it." Later, at school, Teacher Yang helped me patiently. At home, my father asked me to copy sentences well every day, and every composition was carefully revised for me. After hard work, I finally stopped being afraid of writing and became more and more fond of it. Every composition is the best in the class.
When I came out of the teacher's office, I dried my tears of joy and secretly told myself: as long as I work hard enough, I will succeed.
7. My hometown is Miluo. Clouds in my hometown: Miluo River, Dragon Boat Festival.
In the memory of childhood,
This is a river that is not wide. In dry season, its narrowest point is less than twenty or thirty meters.
This is a happy river. Every summer, under the pier of the bridge, it will always be a paradise for children. The river is clear and the beach is soft. Even if you can't swim, you can lie comfortably in the cold water and let the running water wash you far away.
It is still a sad river. Many years ago, she took away Qu Yuan. One day many years later, she also took away two of my little friends, one of whom was the twin brother. Since then, in my young mind, I seem to understand what is where you are going and what is the ghost road.
It is also a river that occasionally surges. Almost every few years in the rainy season, the river will overflow the high dams to meet the towns, villages and fertile fields along the way.
In my childhood memory,
The folks on both sides of the strait are very simple! Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, most of them row, shout, cheer and shout with bare arms in the scorching sun. Adults and children are very happy. They never seem to know what trouble is.
The folks on both sides of the strait are very simple! Every year in the dragon boat race, they really, will bring their own steamed buns and zongzi and throw them into the river without stint, just for that distant legend.
In fact, the folks on both sides of the strait were still very poor at that time. During the annual "festival", young wives will return to their parents' homes, and the gifts are often just zongzi, steamed stuffed buns, summer group fans and even wormwood. However, light gifts have never concealed the joy of meeting each other and the joy of festivals.
The folks on both sides of the strait are very religious. Wormwood hanging in front of the door is indispensable. Even some superstitious "evocation" ceremonies are common. In the hearts of ordinary people, there has always been their own god, which has not changed for thousands of years.
Later, on both sides of the river, I don't know when,
Many factories have appeared, the river is getting turbid day by day, and no swimmers can be seen anymore.
A lot of sand dredgers appeared, which made the river riddled with holes.
Later, most factories closed down or sold quietly at low prices.
Organized dragon boat races began to appear, with a nice name: "Culture sets the stage, economy sings!" " "So, many curious people came here and said," International Dragon Boat! "There are a lot of blond foreigners among them, always lagging behind, grinning like a Cheshire cat!
Until one day, I heard that a Korean in Northeast China registered the "Dragon Boat Festival" trademark, and Hanbok was being snapped up by urban white-collar workers. Pork in Korea has become a "hot food", and Gao Li's TV series has become a veritable "tear gas". Countless good people shed tears for this, enough to merge into another-
In a corner of the river, there is a "Quzi Temple". I remember going there again recently, seven or eight years ago. It was a summer vacation, and I went by bike alone. I am the only one in the huge ancestral hall, and there is a dull janitor who looks at me with curious eyes from time to time. I wandered alone in front of the statue and under the forest of steles. I took a long breath to hide my tears and mourn the hardships of people's lives! I was puzzled at one time-people's livelihood was suffering. I read "Ruman Manqi Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down", and my blood is boiling. I can't help it.
Later, I was away all the year round and never celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival again. However, news of the "Dragon Boat Festival" in my hometown came from time to time. At the end of the report, I always forget to mention "promoting the development of local economy!" Whether the economy has developed or not is unknown. What we know is that, like other inland areas, most young people on both sides of the Mihe River go out to work, running for a living, bleeding and sweating; And those who have read a little like me are mostly wandering on the edge of strange cities and experiencing the hardships of life.
Occasionally I think of the dragon boat, my childhood and the clouds in my hometown.
8. That blue composition, 800 words, that blue composition.
The blue sky is only dotted with a few white clouds, and the blue and white tones set each other off. Simple two colors don't make people feel monotonous, but they have a different elegance. In my opinion, the sky is magical. It changes every day. Every day is a different scenery and a new sky.
I can't describe the vastness of the sky Every time I think that the vastness and blue I see is just a small corner of the sky, my heart is full of deep shock. Although I have known it for a long time, I still have that kind of emotion. Looking up, the blue sky overhead is just the tip of the iceberg. Looking into the distance, the sky there is getting narrower and lower, and it seems to be connected with the distant mountain peak, as if standing on that mountain peak, you can touch the sky as long as you reach out. But I know very well that it's just an illusion. Far away, far away ... no matter how far away, it is the same, and the sky is still wide, not constant. I am greedy, I want to have a panoramic view of the vast sky, I want to have a complete sky, a sky that has experienced countless years, and a sky that has witnessed countless changes. But the truth is, I can't even see the blue of my city, let alone the whole sky.
In ancient times, there was a legend that Pangu opened the world with an axe, and there was also a saying that the rainbow in the sky was transformed by the goddess mending the five-color stone in the sky. These myths and legends add a little mystery to the sky. I can't trace the origin of the sky, I don't know it, or I don't want to know it too well. I don't know why, I have a strange feeling about the sky. I often can't help looking up, and sometimes I can see white clouds floating lightly. After seeing the wind and light in the sky, I bow my head and continue to do what I am doing, sometimes with emotion.
When I was a child, I often spent an afternoon lying in an empty place with my cousin who was a few months younger than me, holding a chair and looking at the sky. However, at that time, we didn't point to clouds of different shapes and say something similar to them, as often written in books. We just looked at them stupidly, and occasionally there would be such a conversation: "Look, that ran really fast. It was here just now, and it will arrive soon." "Yes, that's not slow." Sometimes, each cloud is assigned to race who runs fast. Now that I think about it, we were really naive at that time, but also full of fun. Now, we are not the little guys at that time, and there are fewer opportunities to be together, and there is no time at that time. Is this a kind of sadness?
Maybe it's a habit formed from childhood. I have to look up several times a day. But now it is not pure appreciation, and sometimes I sigh at it, which may be a psychological effect. I always feel that this can relieve my mood. When the breeze blew and my clothes fluttered, I looked up at the blue sky ahead. It's really "I want to go home by the wind", but I don't belong there, I don't belong to that blue sky.
Time goes by, and the sky is not old; Everything in the world has changed, and the sky is still clear; Time has passed, and my feelings for the sky remain the same.
9. Write a composition on the topic of my tears, online, etc. I shed tears.
In my life, there are many unforgettable moments, some of which were taken away by time, but that moment will remain in my mind forever.
I remember that night, after taking a shower, I put my right foot on the windowsill as usual and rushed out of the shower room. Then I put my left foot on the windowsill. Just as I was wiping my left foot, a terrible scene happened. ...
I slipped at the foot of my right foot and only heard a "ah". I collapsed in the bathroom, at a loss. I cried out in pain.
When my mother who was washing clothes heard the news and saw me crying in the bathroom, she knew something was wrong. She immediately pulled me up, and it was amazing. Blood dripped from my lips like a broken pearl. My mother was worried when she saw that I was bleeding heavily. She covered my mouth with a towel and complained, "Look, I told you not to put your feet on it. You don't listen. Did you fall? " This is called not listening to the old man and losing money. "However, in a short time, half of the towels were dyed red with blood ... After a long time, the blood finally stopped gradually. My mother carefully measured the length and depth of the wound with a ruler, and called the doctors of stomatology and otolaryngology to ask. My heart is sobbing like a deer, and sometimes I tremble. Thought: my mother! Never sew a stitch! I'm afraid of stitches! At this moment, I heard a "crack" and my mother hung up. I looked at my mother nervously and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital for stitches?" "Little fool, the wound is deep!" After listening to my mother's words, my uneasy heart finally calmed down ...
From that moment on, I never dared to put my feet on the windowsill when taking a shower. It's really "once bitten by a snake, three years afraid of a well rope." Now, whenever my hand touches the lump on the corner of my mouth, I will think of this unforgettable moment. Hey, that moment, that moment that made me feel painful and flustered, I will never forget it!
10. "She hid in the corner alone and fell down sadly." Write the first sentence of a composition. A short girl with small eyes, yellow hair and always dim eyes is my classmate-Huang Juan!
Because of her poor grades, the students in our class ignored her and even often bullied her. She always accepts all this silently and accepts the unfairness of fate. In fact, in her heart, there has always been a secret, and this secret, except me, few people can see through. She is eager to make friends with us and play with us.
Whenever I play with my good friend, I will see such a scene-she is sitting alone in a chair, watching her classmates having fun in front of her, but she looks very small and humble. After a few glances, she closed her eyes and read with her head down. Soon, she looked up and stole a look at us, and then quickly lowered her head. As if afraid that we would see him peeking at us. Her eyes are full of longing, and she is eager to play with us.
Whenever she was detained by the teacher, the students in our class always gloated: "What a suck!" And she can only accept it silently. But I know she's upset. Whenever this happens, I will walk up to her and say silently, "I will wait for you at the door!" " "
And she is considerate of others. I am a sports team. I practice in the last class every afternoon, and she helps me copy what the teacher says almost every time. It's fair and beautiful. I can see that she writes very carefully. At the same time, she will help me copy my homework every afternoon, then carry my schoolbag and go to the playground to find me and give it to me. Another time, when she was confined, I left my umbrella at school, and she would take my umbrella everywhere to find me and give it to me.
She is such a responsible and helpful classmate. But she is too timid. I hope she can make friends with us more confidently and boldly in the future!