A composition with the theme of tears.

No matter in school or in society, everyone has tried to write a composition, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid an endless composition. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my composition on the topic of tears. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

What's the smell of tears?

She was born with a loud cry and tears in her eyes. This is the first time she shed tears. Tears flowed from her eyes, across her cheeks and into her lips. Tears seem salty.

She grew up and went to primary school. She has always wanted to be a great person. Beautiful, smart, most like adults in movies, somewhat swaying. But at that time, she walked under the dense camphor tree with a heavy schoolbag on her back every day, feeling so inferior that she even worried about making mistakes in breathing. She signed up for the school speech contest to prove that she is not worthless and wants to shine. These "little greediness" gave her the courage to put all her eggs in one basket.

But she was greeted with overwhelming ridicule. "She still dare to attend the speech? As she usually does, this is a shame. " She heard the ridicule and she cried. Tears are bitter. She must have spent more time writing her speech, revising it word for word, day and night, over and over again. Then practice repeatedly in front of the mirror, practice the tone of each sentence, practice the distance of action, and even practice the radian of smile. She cannot be looked down upon by others. She wants to prove that she is no worse than others.

On the day of the competition, she drew the first ticket to play, and the lights on the stage were dazzling, just like those who laughed, saying that it was dark all around. She can't lose. Enough practice made her speech a success. She won, she changed, she became shiny. But only she knew it was hard-won, and she shed tears for her efforts. The tears are sweet this time.

She understood, as the song goes, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" . In the process of chasing dreams, there will always be unpredictable setbacks. And tears are the witness of experiencing wind and rain. It is bitter, sour, salty and finally sweet.

Some people say that tears represent sadness, some people say that tears represent victory, and some people say that tears represent pain. Tears have various flavors, like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

I remember that time, at the moment when tears entered my mouth, I really felt that the taste of tears was not only salty but also bitter. The ringing bell rang and the students rushed out of the school gate like caged birds. Autumn rain always falls inadvertently, and there is a light rain like cow hair floating in my face with the wind.

I went home with my schoolbag on my back and found no one at home. So, I went straight into the study, turned on the light, put my homework neatly on the desk, sat in a chair, and began to write my homework meticulously. From time to time, I pick up a pen and calculate on the draft book. I look up at the ceiling from time to time and meditate. A lot of homework, three times five divided by two, was finished by me.

At this time, my mother hurried home and was busy in the kitchen. In the evening, the teacher arranged mobile phone homework. I went to my mother's room and saw my mother's mobile phone in front of the computer desk. I picked up my mobile phone and began to work seriously on the Internet. Just in the middle of reading, a game software popped up on the page, and I was about to turn it off. My mother came over and found me playing with her mobile phone. She immediately stepped forward and severely reprimanded: "Good boy, you took my mobile phone without my consent. Are you playing a game!" "

I quickly explained, "How is this possible?" "I clearly heard the sound of the game. Don't excuse me." My mother grabbed the mobile phone and severely criticized it. She raised her hand and slapped it heavily on mine. My hands suddenly turned red, and my palms felt burning. At that moment, my eyes were red and moist, and tears poured down my cheeks, through the corners of my mouth and into my mouth. The taste of that tear is really bitter, more bitter than coptis chinensis.

This tear has made me grow a lot, and also made me know a lot, and I know how important the communication between people is.

Composition 3 on the topic of tears "Go away, you go away!"

"Hum, get out of here," I pouted and stormed out of the house.

The night is dim and the sky is dark, probably because of cloudy days! There is not a star in the sky, and even the moon girl covers her face shyly. I look up at the night sky and sigh deeply, and my eyes are full of wronged tears.

Dad, have you changed? Just because I didn't finish one of your tasks, you are furious with me. In my good memory, this is only the first time, the first time!

I remember when I was a child, you always held me in your arms and stuck your stiff beard to my face. I grew up laughing. I still remember that in order to get me into a good English school, you took the trouble to pick me up by bike for four winter and summer vacations. I grew up riding a bike, and I still remember having problems when I was a child. You always tell me clearly with a smile. Even if I make a mistake, it's not my fault. I remember I had a bad cold and a high fever.

Thinking about it, tears welled up in my eyes, and the cold autumn wind blew, which made me shudder and woke me up at once. As the saying goes, how much did my father pay for me? Doesn't he just want me to write a composition with a good future?

I looked up at the night sky and suddenly felt that I had nothing left for my father. I want to go home, but I don't have the courage. I looked down and watched the maple leaves on the ground being blown around by the wind. I am very lonely.

I was about to go forward when a familiar figure appeared in front of me. Ah, it's dad! I ran into my father before I could dodge, and there was silence. The father spoke first: "Son, it's my fault to forgive my father." "No, no, it's my fault. It's me, Dad. Please stop talking. It's my fault." I cried and tears ran across my cheeks. I know this is not a wronged tear, but my father's expectation.

I took my father's hand and walked on the road full of cold wind, but my heart was never calm. Only then did I find that my tears this time made me understand a lot, which was my expectation, my sadness and my father's deep love for me. ...

Composition 4 On the topic of tears When the primary school life ended, all the original classmates were going to leave, and then I realized that it was too late to regret.

The exam was over that morning, and students gathered in the classroom from various examination rooms. The teacher said, "Our primary school life is over, and my students in Class 3, Grade 6 can't leave school. This is our last parting, so let the lead singer take you to sing the last song! " "The words sound just fell and the lead singer's classmates led everyone to sing the little poplar on campus. The students shed tears unconsciously and flowed into their hearts drop by drop. Suddenly, I know that the pain of parting is sad. I looked around, and even the boys who don't like to cry quietly shed tears, which made the friendship between classmates deeper. Suddenly, I understood what friendship is and what is the pain of parting.

After graduation, primary school life is over, but the friends between classmates will never change, even in the southeast and northwest, just like a zongzi, as long as it doesn't rot, it is still a zongzi.

The topic of tears, composition 5, "People have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs", and the exam of electronic organ 10 made me remember deeply.

One month before the electronic piano exam, when the electronic piano teacher said, "You haven't worked hard enough, maybe you can't pass 10." After class, I walked out of the classroom. On my way home, tears of regret welled up in my eyes. I never thought that the teacher would have such an evaluation of me. As I walked, I recalled the scene when I was practicing at home: my mother said I wanted to practice the piano, and I played it like an act. Here comes the teacher, who didn't listen well in class. Thinking of this, I suddenly stopped and thought: if I work harder this month, there is still the possibility of success. When tears fell from the bridge of the nose to the mouth, I didn't know what it was, and it was a bit bitter. I remembered that today was a class, so I hurried home and started practicing at once.

Time flows through my fingers like running water. A week has passed in an instant, and I have to go to the teacher again. I regained my confidence. After a month of such training, the teacher's evaluation of me changed from "dangerous" to "good".

The day of the grade examination has finally arrived. I summoned up my courage and walked into the examination room. I began to play quietly, although a little nervous, but I still pretended to be calm. I played one song after another, and the five capitals played it. I hardly jumped up in the examination room when I received the grading table given to me by the examiner. I quickly ran out of the examination room, showed my mother the report card and said, "I got it." Then tears fell out of my eyes. I recalled the hard work and dedication of this month with tears in my eyes, thinking that "opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared". I'm really happy!

Through this incident, I understand that efforts and efforts will not be in vain, as long as they are taken seriously, they will be successful. Yes, no pains, no gains Only if you work hard towards this goal can you succeed. In fact, success is not far away from us. We will move towards that goal, move forward, move forward, and victory will certainly wave to us not far away.

I used to be a crying girl! Not because a girl is sentimental, but because I am too weak! It's really unpleasant to be laughed at! These years of unscrupulous travel have made me strong! Tears flow less! I really thought I could face everything alone, but I found that I was wrong. Repeated setbacks broke my heart! I bid farewell to the joys and laughter of my childhood. Actually, it's much easier to laugh than to cry. Tears can only slide down your cheeks after a long time, and laughter only needs to raise your mouth.

But I really can't laugh. I'm not a good girl. Although I haven't had puppy love, playing truant and other bad behaviors, my grades are a great sorrow to my parents! Their scolding is more painful than beating. I once learned to be free and easy, but I am afraid of my parents! I hate going home, my home is really warm! But it's all about others! I know I'm really bad! Otherwise they wouldn't do this to me. I don't blame my parents for hating me. They all have the desire to make their children prosperous and their daughters prosperous! It's just that I don't try. I thank my mother for giving me life.

I am a kind child, maybe this is my only advantage, but I know it will be destroyed when I step into society. I have no confidence in myself. I like to look at the distance in a daze, tears will flow out silently at this moment! My father has read many of my poems, and he says all my poems are miserable and too dark! But my father doesn't understand that my poem is my tears. I'm really glad that my father doesn't understand my poems. They are full of my tears, and all the depression in my mood is released from my poems. I love white extraordinary love! My clothes are all white! Grandma hates me!

Once again, I inadvertently learned from my grandmother! White symbolizes death! I like calla lily, it has my favorite white, lonely and Jing Ya, half open and half closed, shy and melancholy! There are stars all over the sky, which are my favorite. They have the longest life and are as beautiful as stars!

I know my favorite flowers, and no one will like them! They are all supporting roles, not as pure and elegant as lilies, not as fragrant and beautiful as roses. But I'm still me. My cowardice, my love to cry! My numbness!

Tears are the most precious composition 7. A water polo filled the eyes, the water polo crossed the cheeks, leaving tears, dripping on the trees, clothes, underground ... This is a person crying. Everyone has shed tears, maybe fake, maybe true. Tears are salty, and we know this, because no one has no tears. Tears are common, but there are many kinds, really or not, as if there is nothing.

Tears of happiness, you will cry because of the happiness of yourself or your loved ones. I'm glad I'm trying to make an afterthought. Inadvertently, my previous grievances and unwillingness will be happy because of this success, thus turning into tears and disappearing.

I remember when I was very young, my mother took me to a wedding reception. I used to like to see what the bride looks like. The wedding dress looks like a princess and looks like a beautiful princess. With the help of her parents, she stepped into this sacred temple and came to the newly married lover and groom. Parents who love their daughters silently shed tears in front of their daughters who have been raised for many years, and the bride also cried. This tear is not pain, but happiness, happiness!

My grandfather died many years ago, and my memory began to blur. I remember it was a Monday night. I finished my homework at home and looked at the time. It was already seven o'clock at night, and I was thinking: shouldn't my parents all be back by this time? I ran to the study and thought my sister was there. I saw only one schoolbag, but no one was there. I'm anxious. I tried to call my mother and said something I forgot. I didn't know about my grandfather at that time. I still want to go to my grandmother's house and ask him to cook me steamed meat that I like.

I went to grandma's house. I didn't see my once prosperous home. It is lifeless now, and white cloth is hung everywhere. My sister is crying at grandma's house. I walked into the hall. I just want to call grandpa. I saw grandpa lying in the coffin. I see. I don't want to understand what happened. I didn't cry at that time. I know very well that I didn't cry at that time. However, the next day, when I went with everyone to send Grandpa to the fire, my sister and I were prevented from seeing his uncle leave. I cried when I saw my grandfather being pushed to be cremated. Later, I don't know if I fell asleep or fainted ...

These are painful tears, as salty as happy tears, but painful tears are a little bitter. ...

My grandfather told me that tears are the most precious!

Tears are a record of growth, and every drop of crystal tears treasures the course I have gone through. In retrospect, I know that every tear is like a storm. After the storm, I always meet a rainbow, which makes me stronger and more yearning for a better life. I believe my life will go ahead in the wind and rain, and there will be a beautiful rainbow!

When I was 7 or 8 years old, my mother signed me up for an interest class in electronic piano. At first, my interest was very strong. Every time I go home from school to do my homework, I practice the electronic piano. However, with the gradual increase of grade, my homework burden is getting heavier and heavier. I don't practice every day, I'm not familiar with the electronic piano, and my mother is also very anxious.

One day, when I was doing my homework, I found that there was a problem I couldn't do. I looked at the time again. My mother hasn't come back yet. So I turned on the computer and looked it up. At this time, my mother opened the door of the room and saw me playing computer. She flew into a rage, grabbed my clothes and dragged me out of the door. She scolded loudly, "Look at you, you don't practice the keyboard well, but you go to play computer. Do you know how much it costs to buy an electronic piano? Don't waste money if you don't want to learn. I will save the trouble of sending you back and forth. " You gave me a good reflection. "I looked down, tears of injustice flowed out and said," I just checked the information again. Why are you so fierce? Am I so unworthy of your trust? " With that, he ran back to his room and slammed the door hard to vent his dissatisfaction. Glittering tears ran across my cheeks and landed on my lips. I took a deep breath and it was very astringent.

Soon after, my father got off work and whispered to me, "Jade Qing, my mother told me everything just now, and I stopped crying. Mom knew she was wrong about you and stopped crying ... "I looked up and hugged my father.

Tears enrich your reading and make you stronger. Taste the tears bravely and feel them with your heart. You will find that it is 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.

In my memory, my mother has always been strong and seldom shed tears, but once my mother shed tears because of me, which makes me remember it vividly.

When I was a freshman, I went to a middle school dozens of miles away from home. Because he didn't listen carefully in class and didn't finish his homework carefully, the teacher was very angry and often talked to his mother. I never worry about how severely she will reprimand me for this. I'll say a few words at most.

That winter, I had an argument with my classmates and started fighting. Unexpectedly, as soon as the story came out, we were all taken to the office by the teacher and severely criticized. Finally, the teacher asked me to call my mother at once and ask her to come to school at once.

I picked up the receiver and skillfully dialed my mother's mobile phone number. "The teacher asked you to come at once." I said I don't care. "Why?" Mom asked. "fight!" Until now, I am surprised how I can say that disgraceful word with such confidence. There was a silence on the other end of the phone. It was very cold that winter, especially when it was windy. More than an hour passed, and when my mother came out of the principal's office, I was shivering with cold outside. My mother came up to me and looked me in the eye. I shivered.

My mother has a disappointed look in her eyes, colder than ice. Her face was red. I don't know if it's frozen or suppressed. The stiff muscles on her face supported her aging skin, and a series of astringent voices came out between her chapped lips: "Go to class and listen to the teacher ..."

Perhaps the wind is too strong, and my mother's voice is a little shaky; Maybe it's too cold, and mom's words seem weak. She turned around slowly, and at that moment, I seemed to see something flashing on her red face. Mother is very weak, and the wind makes her thin body shake a little. Gradually, she staggered out of the tall school gate, and I suddenly thought it was tears for you. I was shocked and at a loss.

My mother shed tears, because of my ignorance, my mother shed tears, and tears pinned her expectations on me. ...

I have changed since then, and I swear I will never let my mother cry for me again.

Composition on the topic of tears 10 I remember reading a story about tears turning into pearls. A girl envies other people's pearl necklaces. She begged her mother in despair and looked at her poor home. Finally, her helpless mother cried her eyes blind, and her tears turned into seven pearls, indicating that her mother could only cry seven times from now on, and the tragedy happened like this &; & amp this time, I thought: This mother seems to be very poor, because she can only cry seven times, but there are too few opportunities to vent her unhappiness with tears. Even if the tears turn into bright pearls, the result is still sad.

Sometimes, tears can also be a way to relieve unhappiness. Besides, it's a good method.

When the pain is entangled, the tears that rush out will drive away all those unhappiness and let them disappear in the past with bitter tears. Of course, there will be tears in exciting moments. The difference is that excited tears make people feel particularly warm and comforting.

I used to cry a lot. I think tears are disgusting. Tears can make people feel weak. What kind of sadness will it be? However, when the years quietly stole the innocence of the past, today's tears are so precious, not because there are no tears, but because of its birth, which makes many things meaningful.

In this era, the tears shed for the family are sincere; Tears shed for friendship are precious, so when the tears come, I clearly know that it is worth it. In the era of money and interests, friendship will deteriorate because of some things, leaving our hearts scarred. But if you think about it carefully, you should not rule out the happiness and good memories of the past. Tears at this time are bitter, but are they mixed with nostalgia and regret for the good things of the past? Oh! I think so.

Therefore, the change of attitude towards tears seems to give birth to some happy buds in regret. As I grow up, it will grow up gradually. Let me remember: if you cry, you forget the pain, and if you cry, you laugh. Face everything in front of you with another optimistic attitude. In that way, in addition to bitterness, tears will be mixed with happy and sincere feelings, which will make us grow up gradually and make us happier &; & amp

If a drop of rain and dew can save a withered flower, if a touch of clear water can save those dry lives. Then, the tears we shed gently are to keep the best memories in life.

I shed tears. Listen, that jingle is the prelude to the last century. Every sound, every noise has a trivial clang, and the falling water drops seem to be able to cross the sky, wet the clouds and wet everyone's heart in China.

I seem to smell terrible smoke, mixed with shouts and gunshots. Gave the blue sky a slap in the face and made him groan silently with a sad gray color. So, I saw millions of compatriots displaced, I saw millions of compatriots killed mercilessly, and I saw countless souls waving to me in the air, calling me to rise. This is a tear that China people can't wipe away. These are my tears.

So, I stepped forward.

I shed tears. You see, the familiar figure standing at the gate of Tiananmen Square, the first five-star red flag of new China rising slowly, and the smiles on people's faces holding flowers and holding the slogan "Long live the new China" can be called long-lost smiles.

New China was established and the people of China stood up. This is an exciting moment, but everyone still has tears in his eyes. Are they tears of happiness? I'm glad that our waist is finally straight, and our efforts have not been in vain. Are those sad tears? I feel sorry for those who gave their lives for the founding of New China, and I feel sorry for the hard-won victory.

These are the tears of China people, and these are my tears.

I shed tears, you see, the athletes struggling in the sports field, their hands eager for life stretched out from the ruins.

The 2008 Olympic Games is the pride of China people. When the five-star red flag was raised in Ran Ran, the people of China shed tears of excitement. The death of compatriots in the 5- 12 earthquake made the people of China shed sad tears. When the brand-new Sichuan stood up again, the people of China shed tears of pride. We are happy, we are sad, and we shed countless tears.

In those tears, there are bitter memories, exciting dreams, sincere blessings and smiles that overflow in the past, present and future.

The essay on the topic of tears 12 has always wanted to know what tears taste like? I have cried countless times, but I haven't tasted it carefully once, so I can't tell the answer.

One summer, I was admitted to the hospital because of a broken leg. The boring time in the hospital is hard to kill, but because of this painful experience, I tasted the unique taste of tears.

On the second day of admission, my friend Zhao came to see me with a gift and bought books and snacks to amuse me. Because of my leg, the original travel plan was also disrupted, and everyone sympathized with me. Zhao lowered his head and told me about the recent situation of his friends. Somehow, my nose is sour, and tears come up, slowly flowing over my cheeks and onto my face. I tilted my head, and tears flowed to my mouth, sour and full of sadness.

The night in the hospital is as silent as death, only the street lamps in the distance emit wisps of light. My mother held my hand and rested her head on her arm. She has been sleeping like this these days, but I am looking forward to the day when I leave the hospital. I can't sleep. Suddenly, a tear fell on the back of my hand. It was my mother's tear. I slowly put my hand into my mouth and sipped. It is salty and full of sadness.

Finally discharged from the hospital, I breathed the air outside easily, and my mother smiled easily. Maybe it's not easy. On the first night after discharge, I slept with my mother, and the moonlight shone on her face. We slept soundly. Maybe, it's not stable, but she has lost weight. I feel deeply happy when I think of the care and dedication of my relatives and friends during my hospitalization. Slowly, my eyes were full of tears, which slipped down the line to the corner of my mouth and gently touched the tip of my tongue. Tears are sweet and full of happiness.

"It turns out that tears are sour," I thought for the first time.

"So tears are salty," I said for the second time.

"So tears are ..." For the third time, I finally understood.

It turns out that tears are love, tears are tasteless, but different love and feelings give it different flavors.

There are hundreds of kinds of love, and tears have hundreds of flavors.

The composition on the topic of tears 13 is another rainy day, which reminds me of the past …

It was a rainy day in a month. It's raining in Mao Mao. I stood in the corridor, watching other students working hard. Only I quietly enjoy the most beautiful breath that nature has given me. ...

I saw the drizzle pass by me without leaving a trace. It just stirred up blisters in the water and then spread into ripples ... Suddenly, the bell rang and the classroom was much quieter, but I didn't wake up from nature until the teacher came to see me ... There was a hazy, gray building between me and them, and I was the only one practicing the same action crazily in the rain, and I forgot the feeling at that time.

The memory of that day is silent. I only remember someone telling me that it's brave to stand in the rain ... I only remember someone telling me, "Facing the sunshine, the shadow is behind you ..." Maybe it's because that day, I fell in love with listening to the rain and the lovely angel who silently accompanied me. ...

Looking back on all kinds of setbacks in the past, what are the minor difficulties now? Why are you complaining, moaning and struggling? Come on, let the storm come more violently, I will be painful and happy!

The night is quiet again, and even raindrops can play elegant music on the ground. ...

Every drop of rain is a tear, please listen carefully. ...

I cried many times because I was moved, sad, uncomfortable and so happy ... Sometimes crying can be justified, but it can also be unreasonable. I often cry because my study or homework is criticized. For example, the following thing.

One day in the review stage of this semester, the teacher asked me to dictate 30 error-prone words. After finishing other homework in the evening, I asked my mother to help me report. As a result, as soon as I reported the words recorded in the "typo book", I found that many words could not be written, and I wrote and forgot.

At this time, my mother began to nag, "This word has been misspelled several times. Have you corrected it seriously? " It can be seen from here that you have not studied hard. "This sharp words hurt my heart, and I was so sad. Especially when I wrote the word "pee" as "pee", my mother shouted, "Write it a hundred times, and the word has been written countless times, but it is still wrong! "

At this time, I was even sadder, with tears in my eyes, thinking: write and write! I'll remember it anyway. It doesn't need to be so loud. Criticism is useless. I will keep that in mind. The more I think about it, the sadder I feel, and the more tears I shed. When tears swirled in my eyes, I also sobbed, but I wanted to stop the tears from flowing out of my eyes. Finally, I shed tears and didn't want to write.

But after what happened, I deeply remembered this lesson. Learning without heart will only waste time and have no effect. I regret it. I should write it down and remember it. I must be keen on my future study!

The topic of tears composition 15 I am a small art. I'm short, my skin is a little dark, and I have long braids on my round head. I have big eyes on my round face, and they also have a "wife", which is glasses. I have a big mouth under my tall nose. I am a girl who loves to cry.

Once when I was sleeping at home at noon, I woke up without seeing my mother and cried. Soon, my mother came down from the rooftop to dry clothes, heard me cry, thought I was electrocuted, and ran into the house. When she saw that I loved her, she gave me a meal.

In the afternoon, my cousin came to my house to play. When I opened the door, my cousin gently stepped on it. In fact, the foot he stepped on didn't hurt, but I was still in tears. Cousin listened and said, "Cousin! You really cry! " My cousin wanted me to smile through tears. However, I am wronged to be called cousin by my cousin. The more I cried, the worse my little cousin cried. Then my mother found out and beat me up. I was in great pain and cried even more. Later, I stopped crying and my father came back from work. My mother told my father about it. My father smiled at me and I cried again.

Ah! I really cried!