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In the quiet night, I sat at the window and thought about myself now: I became less aggressive than before. Many disappointments in my study made me silent, and my self-confidence began to drop sharply, and I began to be at a loss.
I feel that I am in a state of numbness. Now because I have fallen out of the top ten in my class, I am no longer qualified to participate in extracurricular tutoring. Thinking of this, I began to hate myself. How come...
Looking back on the road that I once fought for my ideal, I worked hard under the lamp at night and listened carefully during the day. Although very tired, but very full. But what about now? I have more free time, but I can't be happy. I finally understand that a full life is what I want. I want to find the kind of happiness I lost, and I want to rise!
Some people say: "The ship of life is dominated by the high sails of life goals. Only by living for a great goal can people ride the wind and waves in the sea of life and open up a brilliant waterway! " Without a goal, I lost my direction. This time I want to re-establish a goal so that I will not lose myself in the future. I want to sail in the right direction!
"Everything is possible", "Nothing is impossible as long as you work hard", and now I begin to believe that no pains, no gains!
I want to learn to be strong. I want to bravely fight the storm in my life like the petrel written by Gorky.
2. How to write a composition with tears as the topic? Once an article won the second prize.
Central idea: after tears, whether tears are worth it.
Level:
First, write about those who shed unnecessary tears. For example, there are too many fans crying for the singer (preferably sarcastically).
Second (key), write about people who rise after tears. For example, too many people. For example, when China failed to bid for the Olympic Games in 2004, the players who bid for the Olympic Games burst into tears, but they dried their tears, smiled at the sunshine tomorrow and worked hard, and finally won the right to host the 2008 Olympic Games.
Ending:
Whether the tears are meaningful or not depends on our own choice, as the song goes, "In the storm, this pain is nothing, dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have a dream"!
3. How to write a composition on the topic of tears: Life needs tears to cry, which is the nature of girls.
I remember my mother once said to me, "Tears are of great use to us." Yes, in fact, tears are not only an expression of excitement or extreme sadness, but also an expression of release, relief and love.
Life needs tears. Because I am busy with the mid-term exam, I am very nervous as if there is no nerve in my body to relax. In this way, I was wrapped tightly like a bandage for a week, and finally ushered in the long-awaited Saturday.
God, please have pity on me. I sat stiffly in the car on my way home, looking at the papers that seemed to be fluttering in front of me and those that were "fast" in the middle of the night, and I couldn't help sighing.
Imagine going home to have a good time and let my "mommy" out for the time being, but my father's voice came at me like a thunder, so I climbed upstairs stiffly, locked the door, squatted down quietly, and silently let the crystal tears pour down in that corner. Understand that this is not my silent resistance to my father, but a "summary" of this whole "lingering" week.
This is a vent, not a release. Tears are my best weapon at the moment.
I want to cry, I will never bow to setbacks, tears have witnessed my determination. Frustration is not terrible, and these tears are not discouraged. They remind me of my confidence to get up and move on.
So I rearranged my luggage and reminded myself to face the challenge bravely and easily. Life needs tears.
Although being strong is a spirit worth pursuing, tears are also worth loving. I will cry when faced with sudden setbacks. These tears are not cowardice, not fear, but the force that urges me to move forward bravely.
I cried when I saw my adopted ducklings leave one by one. These tears are not complaints, not sadness, but love, which is my sincere affection. I cried when I saw that touching story, that touching movie. These tears are not contempt, not sadness. But admiration.
Please believe me. Life needs tears. When you are suffering from something, please cry.
When you cheer, please cry. Please believe that this is a true feeling and a deep monologue.
After the tears, no matter how fierce the wind is; The roar of rain; We can still see the bright sunshine! Remember, life needs tears.
4. How to write the composition titled "Tears" ~ How many times does life have to mature and how many times does it take to shed tears to find the real goal in life? Every time I fail, I will choose to use tears to solve the unknown I have encountered and will encounter.
Tears again and again, I become fragile. I became a flower in the greenhouse that everyone said. I will never let anyone see the tears shining in my eyes. This is me, and I really feel so hypocritical. I secretly made up my mind: I want to be strong from the heart, and tears are doomed to my life.
I am also keeping this promise, a promise to myself. I also slowly become strong. But behind the strength is bitterness. At night, bear the bumps alone. When tears are about to flow out, look up at the sky. The stars in the sky are so dazzling and gorgeous in the dark. Only loneliness sings in my ear. Looking at this sensational picture, I really want to cry more and more. In order to fulfill my promise to myself. I can only force myself to smile and face everything. For a moment, I found that laughing and crying hurt the most. But the tears didn't come out!
I think I may not be sentimental about anything anymore! But I don't know, when I was still keeping my promise, my friend had quietly left me. My stubbornness, willfulness and arrogance really hurt them! I am like a hedgehog. In order to keep them from seeing my inner world, I curled myself up and stood up my thorn. No one can enter my heart and step into my world.
I still clearly remember the dream that night. A dream that changed me. I dreamed that I was walking alone on a road full of thorns. The cold wind blows in all directions, and you can't see the road at all. I was confused and helpless. I shouted desperately, but there was no response. I was entangled in thorns, and my friends finally appeared, but they turned a blind eye. I panicked and was at a loss. "ah!" With a scream, I was awakened by a dream, tears appeared in my eyes, and the world in my eyes became more and more blurred. Tears streaming down my face, I still failed to keep my promise!
Suddenly I feel as if my heart has been crying. My promise is just an excuse for me to choose to escape. Now that I think about it, the so-called promise is actually that I have been lying to myself. It makes me lose too much and miss too much!
Tears are the witness of growth, and may also be the only person who knows all my mental journey!
I have no so-called faith, and I don't believe in God. I just pray that there will be no more tears to accompany me to sleep tonight!
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In the rainy season, the sadness in my heart once again condenses into a faint heartache.
The raindrops falling slowly on the glass window, like someone's tears, inadvertently hurt my fragile soul.
Should the wandering past be mentioned again? I can't recall that miss in tears, but I can't escape the memory that I followed closely. On the empty stage of life, there are endless tragedies waiting to be staged. Let me cry well, crying like a helpless child, my heart is full of loneliness, and I am walking alone.
The light rain outside the window floated into my heart, and countless thoughts rose in my heart, and the melancholy incident became sunny.
Go back to yesterday and pick up the broken old dreams torn by rain. You said you were just a stone rolling around me. I'm used to seeing magnificent gems. How can I pick you up? Maybe it was destiny takes a hand's meeting. When I passed you with a smile, I was suddenly caught by your wandering eyes. You gently stroked my drunken face. Your warm fingers are like a kite, and I am like a kite floating in the wind of fate, knowing that one day, that thread will break, but there is nothing I can do.
The flowers that once competed to open are already red mud spots in the rain, and they are colorful. There are many things in life that have just begun when you look up, but have been lost when you look down. There are silent tears hanging in the corner of my eyes, standing at the window where I am about to leave, saying nothing. Dreams are scarred and love is endless. You know how much I don't want to leave, watching you from a distance, haggard in the bloody dusk of the sunset. ...
The rain has left an indelible scar in my heart. Your sad eyes are a cold star that never leaves me in my dreams, and it hurts in my heart. Only you know my heart best, lingering in the drizzle and looking at the autumn water. Have you ever heard a girl crying for you in a foreign country?
Sitting alone in front of the window, drizzle accompanied me to miss you in hopelessness and sadness. Your shadow walks around in my heart, mottled into painful memories.
I am helpless, and there is still your breath between my bow and my wheel. Because, you make my heart full of loneliness!
It is a girl's nature to write a composition on the topic of "tears". I remember my mother once said to me, "Tears are of great use to us." Yes, in fact, tears are not only an expression of excitement or extreme sadness, but also an expression of release, relief and love. Life needs tears. Because I am busy with the mid-term exam, I am very nervous as if there is no nerve in my body to relax. In this way, I was wrapped tightly like a bandage for a week, and finally ushered in the long-awaited Saturday. God, please have pity on me. I sat stiffly in the car on my way home, looking at the papers that seemed to be fluttering in front of me and those that were "fast" in the middle of the night, and I couldn't help sighing. Imagine going home to have a good time and let my "mommy" out for the time being, but my father's voice came at me like a thunder, so I climbed upstairs stiffly, locked the door, squatted down quietly, and silently let the crystal tears pour down in that corner. Understand that this is not my silent resistance to my father, but a "summary" of this whole "lingering" week. This is a vent, not a release. Tears are my best weapon at the moment. I want to cry, I will never bow to setbacks, tears have witnessed my determination. Frustration is not terrible, and these tears are not discouraged. They remind me of my confidence to get up and move on. So I rearranged my luggage and reminded myself to face the challenge bravely and easily. Life needs tears. Although being strong is a spirit worth pursuing, tears are also worth loving. I will cry when faced with sudden setbacks. These tears are not cowardice, not fear, but the force that urges me to move forward bravely. I cried when I saw my adopted ducklings leave one by one. These tears are not complaints, not sadness, but love, which is my sincere affection. I cried when I saw that touching story, that touching movie. These tears are not contempt, not sadness. But admiration. Please believe me. Life needs tears. When you are suffering from something, please cry. When you cheer, please cry. Please believe that this is a true feeling and a deep monologue. After the tears, no matter how fierce the wind is; The roar of rain; We can still see the bright sunshine! Remember, life needs tears. I don't know how many tears have been shed in these years, from excited joy to heartbreaking "tears full of skirts". Tears are not bitter, but sweet. She moistens my mind, purifies my mind and inspires my enthusiasm. In tears, I choose to be brave and strong, in tears, I grow up gradually, in tears, I move towards success. In the sixth grade of primary school, students go all out to prepare for the review of junior high school. Everyone works hard, and many people burn the midnight oil, hoping to win the prize in the provincial mathematics competition and enter the intensive class of Wentong Middle School directly. I am no exception. After layers of screening, I got the tickets for the preliminaries with strong strength. Faced with the hard-won opportunity, I was ecstatic, thinking that I could walk on the Avenue of Stars and win. I was immersed in the joy of victory. In the next series of intensive review training at the end of the term, I lost my way. Others listened with relish, and the teacher spoke clearly, but I didn't listen at all. I'm very proud. When I attended the training, I played a supporting role. I lowered my demands on myself and wasted my precious time. That's what I'm afraid of. Later, although I studied hard, I was getting closer and closer to the end of the semester, and my hanging heart was even more uneasy. I had to comfort myself: rather than sigh, let go! I was depressed when I walked out of the examination room in a daze. As expected, I failed. Mother's complaint stings like a needle. My father's stern eyes seemed to penetrate my chest. My mental defense line completely collapsed and tears flooded. I really regret it. I can't waste any more time. I must work hard and strive for self-improvement. I couldn't help humming Zheng Zhihua's Sailor: "He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Don't be afraid to dry your tears. At least we still have dreams. He said that the pain in the storm was nothing. Don't ask why … "So I study hard every day and improve my quality to the class for 45 minutes. I ask teachers and classmates more. My bird grew up in tears, and I know how to cherish time. I want to fight, I want to struggle, I want to make progress ... a miracle has happened! I was admitted to the intensive class of Wentong Middle School with excellent results, and my efforts finally paid off. This success has not made me forget yesterday's pain. Tears remind me of it. It has always inspired me to move forward and become a brilliant stroke in my growth history. Tears enrich your resume and make you stronger. Taste the tears bravely and feel them with your heart, and you will find that they are not bitter. Be kind to the tears and setbacks in the process of growing up, and you will find that this is also an unforgettable wealth and a ladder for your success.
6. How to write the watchful tears on the topic of "tears"? The trajectory of our lives, as well as the sadness and happiness that spread, are like tears falling into the yellow grass.
Silently walk into the black soil. From then on, we were silent with the earth and sank together.
-Inscription Staring at the full moon in the night sky, I miss your smile again and think of the journey we once walked hand in hand. At that time, we were laughing and fighting.
Occasionally, I urge my feet to look up at the blue sky and touch flowers and plants. Melt all the unhappiness into our pure thoughts and move on.
Sometimes it's like dreaming to see those paths and paths of life. I can't tell fantasy from reality.
So I used to take out those memories and watch them again and again on a warm day. Until the sunset disappears in the west.
My heart also overflowed with an inexplicable sadness, and loneliness turned into tears to sing. "I'm gone, you can miss me, but don't always think about me.
My greatest wish at this time is that you can live safely. "This is the last sentence you left me.
That's watching your back go away. I didn't cry, or I wanted to cry. Wake up at night and see the full moon in the night sky, scattering bright light like your smile.
At this time, my tears, unbridled surging down. I once said to my tears: silent tears, you are more sad than me; Or am I more sad than you?
Forget about me for the rest of the trip, okay? So you won't be sad, and I forgot to remember. I've been running away for some time since you left.
I always feel that the world is mixed with some hypocrisy, so I also treat the world with hypocrisy. Put on a smiling face in front of people, stay indoors on a bright night, draw thick curtains and stare blankly at the TV screen.
I hope time can dilute my thoughts of you. Memories can break through the defense line of my mind again and again, and let me hold back the tears that will burst my bank again and again.
I remember when I was with you, I joked about Boya playing the piano for Zhong Ziqi, but now I know what a good friend can be found, but a bosom friend is hard to find. We are magnets with different poles. Life brings us together and attracts each other.
I remember at that time, we would always talk about some irrelevant fantasies and brag about some lawless cows. You said that you have seen through life now, and when you grow up, you will become a monk directly and experience a deeper philosophy of life.
I often mentioned that I would become a monk with you. Read the scriptures together, watch the scenery together and experience meditation together.
That's how you look forward to that leisurely life. And I hope I can find a secluded place in the mountains with you and support myself with my own hands.
When I am bored, I will go sightseeing together ... but that time has become a cherished memory in my mind. I often think that if we are children forever, we can wander in the same place in time.
I hung my head when listening to stories that never grow old. After countless dawn and dark days, I finally learned to miss and understood the meaning of your sentence.
You asked me not to hold back my sad tears. Don't hate the world because you left, live your true self.
This is a peaceful and peaceful life. I read the world wrong and said it deceived me.
Life is an obscure essay, and only you can understand the true meaning of happiness and sadness. I like dandelion, its flower language is beautiful-endless love.
Just like my friendship with you, it will never stop. Also told me that no matter how deep the friendship is, there will always be a day of separation.
It's time to come. It's time to go. None of us are angels, and even if we sincerely pray, we can't change our lives.
Now that the full moon is still there, why would I cry if you were crying in the distance? The crystal tears reflected the moonlight. Reflect our past and carry some of our thoughts.
As the song goes-tears will listen to the voice of angels, like a child's paradise, and never be sad. Never, never sad.
7. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of tears. In the moonlight, my eyes are hazy; Look at the smoke curling out of the window; Thousands of miles across the river, in the splash-ink landscape painting, people have not returned, tears are splashing ...-Inscription The desolation of history once touched the wasteland of life and swallowed up glory and sadness; Rolling the Yangtze River, towering China; The vast world of mortals, desert land.
The vicissitudes of the nation, ancient and modern events, sympathy, regret and despair are all paid to tears. The magnificent Dongting Lake is full of patriotic tears-Du Fu, the "poet saint", stands on Yueyang Tower, facing Dongting Lake, and his eyes are full of smoke. Looking to the north of Guanshan, it is still a war-torn, war-torn place.
Leaning on the window porch, homesick; I can't help crying when I think that I am unaccompanied, old, weak and sick, and I can only take a boat as my home. It is only because the war is not peaceful that the country is in such a difficult situation.
From a distance, the vast sky is connected with water, as if heaven and earth were floating day and night in the lake. As a result, a trace of sadness once again gathered into a faint heartache.
The majestic Yangtze River is full of sad tears-Su Shi, a bold and resolute writer. He is knowledgeable and talented, but he is not talented.
In that rich spring, there was his tenderness of "looking closely is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear"; There is also his pride of "one river does not return, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic figure" ... and he once came to the river with a melancholy mood and felt the caress of the river wind. Wutai poetry case, a pain that shouldn't belong to you.
In that fireworks March, being an official Confucianism seemed to be your destiny, but you struggled to break free and strive for the happiness of the people all over the world. As a result, when you are injured, tears flow into the rolling river, and your love for the people becomes eternal! Sichuan and Sichuan are filled with tears of sadness and emotion-I can't forget that on this special day of May 12, the flowers that once competed with each other withered in an instant and became red mud in the rain.
Rows of collapsed teaching buildings, the bodies of the victims were slowly carried out from the ruins, and a tearful mother called for her children in the chaos ... I can't forget it, and my dream was scarred and I didn't love anything. How many people's teachers' dedication to "Spring silkworms die, night candles shed tears" is shocking, touching and tearful; I can't forget a famous soldier who put his life and death at risk and knelt down and cried just for "let me save another one"! When rescuers were rescuing two trapped children, the Prime Minister couldn't help crying. The host of CCTV burst into tears during the live broadcast ... "Why are my eyes full of tears? Because I love this land deeply. " On rainy nights, how many people burst into tears; In grief, how many people dried their tears and faced them bravely.
At that moment, Sichuan shed tears and China shed tears. After the sadness, we stand up from the sadness, hand in hand, heart to heart, no one will cry helplessly.
In the face of sudden disasters, we can complain about the cruelty of nature, but we know better that complaining about others will not turn back the clock and bring people who have lost their lives back to life. Therefore, we draw strength from sadness, dry our tears and face everything bravely.
Because we believe that as long as there is true love, China will definitely break through the haze. However, tears kept flowing from my eyes, because we saw them rushing to the disaster area like a torrent of steel, because we saw that people in this land knew how to watch and help each other, because we saw that true love was ignited at that moment-in the face of disaster, he left the hope of life to others; In the face of disaster, they gave up their loved ones and chose dedication ... rain is the tears of the blue sky, the sea is the tears of the earth, and the wind is the tears of the desert.
Tears come from the past and fall in the present; Tears come from the present and fall in the future. Tears come from joy and fall on the face; Tears come from sadness and fall on my heart ... the confused night sky is shrouded in darkness, and the wandering cold wind is dominated by the cold wind.
If you always cry because you are at a loss, you will never be the North Star watching in the cold wind. Because, how many people shed tears in the dark but still bravely move forward ... So, what are the difficulties and pains we encountered in the storm? Dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams.
Tears drop by drop on the scroll of history, writing a touching chapter, witnessing the growth of the motherland ... Tears spilled in Chang 'an, shrouded in jubilation, but I don't know your sad eyes. I looked at you quietly, and I was fascinated by your amazing beauty.
Your eyebrows are like willows, your mouth is like cherries, and your eyes are like apricots, which makes me wonder how beautiful you are. Your eyes are full of melancholy. Look at Chang 'an, your fairyland-like home, how much you miss it. Looking at your close friend, your eyes are full of parting sadness, and you are so sad; Look at your mom and dad, their eyes tell endless attachment, how unbearable you are.
I saw a tear drop from your white face, like a string of pearls. Your tears are so sad.
When you leave, you offer a dance, which is the last time you dance for your loved ones. Your beautiful figure caught my eye. You dance and twist your slender waist with the moving melody. Your dance moved me so much that I couldn't help giving up on you. Have you really decided to leave your hometown and go to that frontier village where the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen? Can your fair face, delicate skin and delicate hands stand the erosion of sand? I looked at you in a gorgeous Tang suit, jade ring and gold hairpin, and asked with concern, "Are you really leaving?" There are tears in your eyes again. You dry them with a silk handkerchief, smile back and look at your home. You know, when you leave, people here will live and work in peace. Laughter flowing everywhere will replace the sound of war.
How wonderful all this is! You made a decision. For thousands of people, you decided to go to Tibet ... far away ... your home gradually disappeared from your sight, and you gradually walked out of Chang 'an with the wedding procession ... From then on, you were sung by the world, and I also remembered your sad tears and your selflessness. Chinese children remember you-Princess Wencheng, and your name will go down in history forever, with the world.
The tears in your eyes have been diluted by me.