I shed tears that time _ Grade Six Composition _ Primary School Composition 1 There are many things that made me cry, but there is one thing that I have never forgotten.
My father is ill, so my mother is going to take me and my father to Beijing. When sorting things, my mother took a toothbrush, clothes, towels … I took a big bag, which contained jelly, chocolate, biscuits, sugar, beef jerky, bananas and so on. After a while, we set off with our things. When I arrived in the waiting room, I took a seat at random. At this moment, a little girl in dirty and tattered clothes came up to me. She was barefoot, with a pale face under her unkempt hair. She has a bowl in her hand. The number of peanuts in it is clear at a glance. She came up to me and knelt down and said, "Give me something to eat!
I'm starving. I hesitated and gave her the banana I was eating. After she took the banana in both hands, she said happily to me, "Thank you." I suspected that she was not poor at all, so I followed her quietly. ! "Everything in front of me stunned me, only to see her whisper," Mom. " Then I gave my banana to her mother. I saw her mother lying on the ground, unable to speak. The girl was heartbroken and went begging in other places. Seeing this, I burst into tears. I thought: there are so many people in the world who need help!
On the train, I was very sad when I thought of that girl.
At that time, I shed tears It was winter, and it was bleak outside the window. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and no land can be spared. The whole land is wrapped in silver everywhere. "Crash," the leaves flew down, "splash, splash", and the branches were bent by the snow, which was particularly bleak.
"Baby, get up quickly, the meal is ready!" Mother's voice came from the kitchen. I stretched myself, got out of bed slowly and began to dress, wash my face and brush my teeth.
I sat at the dining table and looked at the milk, eggs and two sausages on the table. I thought to myself, "Mom, milk, eggs and sausages again! I have been eating for more than three weeks. " Although the boss didn't want to, I swallowed them.
I went back to my room, sulking and doing my homework.
At this moment, my mother came in and said, "honey, my mother bought you a set of test papers." I hope you study hard, get into a good university and find a good job ... "
I was very angry at that time, and my mind was not clear at the moment. I grabbed my mother's test paper and tore it in half in front of her. Mother sighed, bent down and picked up the pieces.
I gradually calmed down and observed my mother carefully. Clothes are old, eyes are dull, and there is a little white hair hidden in black hair.
I felt a strong regret in my heart, and tears of sadness came from my eyes. At this time, the sun rose from the top of the mountain, and the birds began to sing and devoted their hearts to the praise of nature.
At that time, I shed tears _ Sixth grade composition _ Third grade composition in primary school, which has always moved me.
It was a cold winter, and grandma had a terrible headache, even to the point where she couldn't get out of bed and walk. Grandma usually cooks for me in the morning, so we agreed that grandma was ill and would go out for dinner tomorrow.
But the next day, when I went downstairs, I saw the familiar figure again. Yes, it's her, my dear grandmother. Seeing me coming, she said, "You're here, go and eat!" " "I'm stupefied, tears suddenly burst out. That time, I cried. I squeezed into grandma's arms. Grandma seems to have stopped having a headache and said, "Go and eat quickly! Otherwise, the food will be cold. " I nodded with tears.
At that moment, grandma's gray hair was particularly dazzling in the cold wind, her beautiful smile was particularly brilliant in the morning light, and her kind eyes shone into my chest like gentle light.
Later, my grandmother said, "I didn't want to get up at first, but I couldn't let my niece be late for breakfast." I had to make breakfast for her, so I struggled to get up. " Go downstairs and cook. "
I think, although this is just a simple breakfast, it contains the deep love and responsibility of the elders. In fact, the love and care of relatives are contained in small things, but it is not easy for us to understand. Love is warm, it shines on everyone's heart and makes our life full of sunshine and happiness.
At that time, I shed tears I remember crying a lot when I was a child, all for small things. But once, I really shed a tear and really regretted one thing. ...
I got good grades in the fourth grade, and I almost got into the top ten in every exam. Of course I'm proud! That math exam, I read the paper in one breath, alas! This is too simple! How can you beat me! This time, it must be me. Thought of here, I smiled proudly. "Brush brush ..." Twenty minutes, I finished writing without looking and handed it in.
A few days before the exam papers were handed out, I was in high spirits and thought: waiting for a hundred points, waiting for the teacher's praise, waiting for the envious eyes of my classmates, waiting for my mother's reward, waiting for …
The teacher will hand out the papers in a few days, and I am very happy to sit down because I have a plan!
Finally, at that moment, I got the test paper, and I was shocked, only 70 points! I still don't believe it. I thought it was a dream. I squeezed my hand. Oh, it hurts. It's true. How is that possible? How did I do so badly in the exam?
The teacher criticized me and said that my grades had dropped. Mother's gentle face became gloomy. I blushed, my face burned, and crystal tears swirled in my eyes. I really want to find a hole to get into.
In the evening, I cried under the covers for a while.
Ah! These are tears of regret. This time, tears have flowed into my heart and can't flow away anymore.
At that time, I shed tears We always want to cry, but the meaning of crying is different, including success crying, failure crying, friendship crying to the depths and parents' deep love crying and so on!
Shout of friendship
As we all know, people who are willing to help you are always by your side. At home, you are your parents, grandparents and other relatives, at school, your classmates and teachers, and on the street, you are strangers you are not familiar with. But your classmates and teachers spend more time with you.
One day, when we went to physical education class, the teacher asked us to run twice on the playground. As soon as the teacher whistled, the whole class flew away like a group of cheetahs. After running less than one and a half laps, I stopped and walked to the side. I'm exhausted and panting. At this moment, my good friend Lai Jiaxin just ran over to comfort me and said, "Just take a rest and get used to running." So I joined this team again. When I was about to run back to the team, I tripped over a stone. Jiaxin rushed up and helped me into the school doctor's room. I was moved by his concern.
Parental love
We all know that our parents love us the most in the world. One day, when I was in Guangzhou, my foot suddenly relapsed and grew as big as a barbecued pork bun. My parents were in a hurry and rushed dozens of miles to help me buy a bottle of medicine in the hospital. At night, when I was sleeping, I was awakened by a loud cry. It turned out that my mother was crying, and so was I.
So the meaning of crying is so different.
At that time, I shed tears On the road to growth, it is inevitable to experience bumps. As the saying goes, how can you see a rainbow without going through ups and downs? I remember one day I was in a bad mood and cried sadly.
It was a gray morning, and my heart could not be calm. I think it might be annoying. But why did an ominous premonition begin to flow all over me?
I came to school with a heavy heart. I don't know what happened. Unusually quiet. When I walked into the classroom, my classmates looked at me. "What's the matter? I'm not late. " "It's not that you are late, it's that you handed out the test paper!" My deskmate told me that I just saw the test paper on the table. I picked it up very nervously. I glanced at my grades and almost fainted with sadness. "84 points!" It can be said that this is my worst grade! At this moment, the thunder was loud, and then it rained cats and dogs like a pot of water poured from the sky. Outside, the wind roared, the rain poured down, and the lightning and thunder that cut through the sky swayed one after another in the dark sky.
I got on the bus home with anxiety. Tears swirled in her eyes and finally flowed down. I'm so sad, like my heart is broken.
The wind and thunder faded away, but more rain fell to the ground with my tears. With his head down, his limp hands seem to have solidified, and tears in his eyes are still flowing endlessly. Raindrops and thunder make up a kind of sadness.
At that time, I shed tears _ Sixth Grade Composition _ Primary School Composition 7 Tears, which were touching, sad, happy and excited.
Once, our class took part in a tug-of-war competition. When the password rang, everyone Qi Xin joined forces, only for the honor of our class. After the first and second rounds, Class 3 and the general "Glory" were eliminated, leaving only us and Class 2. A team member was bruised and bleeding on the shoulder and was sent to the infirmary by his classmates.
At the beginning of the last round of competition, the referee whistled, and everyone worked hard together, perhaps exhausted, and eight people had no strength at all. There are really many onlookers, most of whom are cheering for our class. We listened to the cheers and looked at the people standing by, including our class and other classes ... so many people shouted for us to cheer, and we must win.
Everyone has a strong will and will stick to it even if it is broken, because everyone has a belief-you can't lose, you must win, you can't lose. ...
Do our best ... Finally, God took care of us and won the game. Looking at the students in our class, they all left crystal tears. I never liked tears, but I was infected-we won, we won!
That time, I shed tears because we won the game.
At that time, I shed tears When I remembered that incident, I left tears in my heart. ...
It was the night before my father's birthday. I am preparing a present for my father's birthday. Send what? I thought about it and made a birthday card! From the beginning, I picked up paper, pen and scissors and made it.
After more than an hour of "work", the birthday card is finally ready. At this time, my father came back. When I wanted to give this gift to him, my father gave me a good scolding. "You children only play every day and only write a few words in your homework. How should I say hello? " I was just about to explain to my father when he interrupted me. Dad scolded me for about half an hour and then went back to my room.
I couldn't wait to get rid of my father when he scolded me. My tears keep coming out of my eyes, and I have an indescribable taste in my heart. I was going to tear up this card. I thought about it. I think my father delayed studying because he didn't know I was making greeting cards. I know this, but he couldn't help listening to me explain it to him, so he decided that I didn't do my homework because I was playing. I finally thought about it, but I forgot what happened today. I decided to get back together with my father and send him this card made by myself to wish him a happy birthday.
This matter wronged me, and I will never forget it.
At that time, I shed tears This day is ordinary, not a holiday, but it is extraordinary to me.
It was September of 1 year, the day when this semester started. On the first day of class, there was little homework, and I finished it after dinner in a short time. Looking at the time, it's only after six o'clock, and there are still three hours before going to bed! Do what? You can't play for three hours! Play only on the first day of school. Right, then-read the newspaper.
During the summer vacation, I sent an article "Olympic life in my family-grabbing the remote control" to the evening paper by email. It's been three weeks, and it hasn't been published. It's really depressing
At that time, I shed tears _ Composition for Grade Six _ Composition for Primary School 10 On the road of growing up, there were not only laughter but also sadness, which dotted my life and recorded my years.
I remember once, the school held a sports meeting, and I signed up for the 200-meter race. At first, I was the first to rush up. I was far ahead along the way, leaving the other students behind. I'm so proud. I imagined the first scene of rushing to the finish line, and my classmates cheered around me and applauded my victory ... just thinking, I accidentally rushed to the finish line.
After school, I came home, I shut myself in my room, and silent tears came to my eyes. At that moment, I cried sadly.
My careful mother found out about it, and she said to me earnestly, "My child, on the road of life, it is not smooth sailing. The spring breeze has its moments of pride and its moments of disappointment. You can't be disheartened and depressed just because you encounter a little setback. Learn from failure and won't make the same mistake next time! "
After listening to my mother's words, I was thoughtful. Yes! I can't just do this because of a little setback. That tear will stay in my heart forever!
At that time, I shed tears The wind is blowing gently, and I am walking in the long river of memory. How many past days have flowed away in my hands? I can't remember the happiness and passion of those days, except that I was sad and cried.
On a gray morning, my heart was uneasy under the influence of the environment. On my way to school, I was hit by a lot of falling raindrops, and a sense of foreboding began to spread throughout my body.
When the teacher began to announce the scores, my sweaty hands tightened and my feet stood as straight as poles. The breeze outside also turned into a strong wind, and the rain poured down. Suddenly a loud thunder resounded through Bixiao, and then the teacher picked up a test paper. ...
At that time, I was in tears _ Sixth grade composition _ Primary school composition 12 In the fourth grade, I only got 77.5 points in the mid-term exam. After the teacher handed out the paper, I looked at my own paper and shed tears. My heart is as bad as an overturned cruet.
Walking on the way home, usually 20 minutes away, I seem to have walked for a year. I don't know what to tell my father when I get home, but I feel like I have installed a rabbit. My classmates also talked about me behind my back: "You see that she usually studies well, but she did so badly in the exam, which really overestimated her …" This made my heart even sadder and my eyes moist again. I looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and let my tears come back to my eyes.
When I got home, before I could speak, my father said, "Your classmate told me that the paper has been handed out. Take it out and have a look. " I handed the paper to my father slowly. His eyes are looking for the score on the paper, and my heart is like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. Seeing the figure of 77.5 points, my father's face immediately darkened and said, "How did you take the exam? I didn't argue at all. Why didn't I do so many questions later? Go to my room and reflect … "I sat in a chair and cried, shrugged my shoulders and sobbed, making my sleeves wet with tears. I cried very sadly. I haven't cried since my childhood when my big hand was cut by a knife. I wrestled at school without crying and was criticized by my mother. This time, I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks and chin, and dripped on my collar. ...
At that time, I shed tears In the process of growing up, there are not only laughter, but also tears, and I also shed tears.
That time, my father bought me a little frog, and I fed it (mosquito) with water every day, just like taking care of a baby. So day after day, but it doesn't eat anything. I am anxious to ask my mother, "What if the little frog doesn't eat anything?"
"I don't know. Maybe it wants to be free. Let's put it back into nature! " Mom replied.
"No," I said, "I like it. I can't bear to let it go."
"This is where you are wrong. Little frog likes a free life as much as you do, "his mother continued."
At this moment, I remembered a story. A writer likes ants very much, so he caught many ants and put them in a box, but they all died. He thought they died of suffocation, so he caught ants and put them in a matchbox. He pierced many holes in the matchbox, but he found that all the ants crawled away from the holes, which made me know that sometimes caring can become a burden.
If you love an animal, you should set it free and let it live the life it wants. So I held the little frog and slowly put my hand into the water. The little frog swam twice in the water, as if to say, "thank you!" " Then swim away and gradually disappear into the mist in the water.
Leaves rustle, the wind swishes, the waves swish, and a crystal tear slides down my cheek, which contains both happiness and sadness. ...
At that time, I was in tears. I got up a little early in the morning, turned on the light, leaned my head against the bed and glanced around the room at will. The book Grimm's Fairy Tales was still lying quietly on the shelf there, and my thoughts drifted back to primary school unconsciously. ...
I remember when I first came to school in the county, my family was still very poor. Father works in the town, mother has no income, and the whole family depends on father's salary. Our family lives in a rented hut on Madao Street. We live upstairs and downstairs is the landlord.
I still remember that little room vividly. There are two rooms in the hut. Although there are two rooms, there is no water, no kitchen and no bathroom. Everything has to be solved downstairs.
At that time, I shed tears _ Sixth grade composition _ Primary school composition 15 Life is like a five-flavor bottle, full of ups and downs. That time, I accidentally knocked over the bottle and tasted the bitter taste.
Once, when I came home from school in the afternoon, I opened my schoolbag and prepared to take out my beloved diary, only to find that it was gone. I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, because it was a birthday present from my good friend, and I always cherish it.
I walked quickly to the room, hoping that the book would miraculously appear there. However, when I opened the door with confidence, the fact disappointed me. I turned and walked out of the door, and at a glance I saw my brother playing with a notebook in one hand and a paper plane in the other. I looked carefully and found that the book was my diary.
Suddenly, I was furious. I walked over angrily, grabbed his diary and gave him a slap in the face. "Sister, listen to me ..." "Bang!" I hit him again. I lost my mind and shouted, "Say what? What's there to say! Take my notebook to fold the plane, and you will have fun! " The younger brother said with wronged tears, "Sister, I think your book was damaged by your mother, so I bought you an identical one with my pocket money and wanted to give you a surprise ..." After that, the younger brother cried even harder.
I froze and looked down at the diary in my hand. This is not my original. I stood there motionless and blamed myself: how can I beat him enough? What should I do? ..... I cried with guilt and sadness.