In the fifth grade of primary school, he was sad because he wrote 450 words.

In the fifth grade of a primary school, he was sad to write 450 words.

Wang Wei is my good friend. He is an optimist. He smiles all day. No matter who he meets, he always smiles. I thought: he shouldn't be sad! However, that time, he was sad. That afternoon, we were preparing for a math class. Teacher Chen, the head teacher, suddenly came to the classroom and called Wang Wei out. I thought to myself: Did Teacher Chen criticize Wang Wei for making any serious mistakes? Looking at Wang Wei's calm appearance when he went out, I thought: Wang Wei has always been a good student in the eyes of teachers, and teachers should not criticize him. Teacher Chen may have other important things to ask him.

After a while, I didn't see Wang Weijin in the classroom, so I looked out anxiously. I saw that the smile on Wang Wei's face standing at the door of the classroom was gone, his eyes were red and his face was heavy. Look at Mr. Chen's expression again, it doesn't look like he lost his temper. I looked at the smiling face doubtfully. At this time, Wang Wei was a little pale, his mouth was slightly open, tears were swirling in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly. The teacher patted him on the shoulder as if to comfort him. What happened in the end, and Wang Wei was so sad? Finally, Wang Wei walked slowly into the classroom. We went on with our class and suddenly felt that something was missing from this class. When I realized that Wang Wei's voice was gone, I looked at him, only to see his drooping head in his right hand, his eyes empty, and his face was depressed and depressed, completely losing his old look. Wang Wei's father picked him up after class.

Later I heard that Wang Wei's grandmother passed away that day. Alas, "people are not vegetation, who can be ruthless"? No wonder he is so sad. His grandmother should love him very much. I always thought that he, an optimist, would never be sad, but he just wasn't.

In the fifth grade of the second primary school, he was sad because he wrote 450 words.

We advanced all the way, passed five levels, chopped six generals and won the championship! This is the dream of each of us. I saw him cry sadly for the first time, but I did it. On that day, we proudly walked into the stadium. The sky is blue and clear, the air is fresh and incomparable, the sun is swaying in that cloud, and our mood is a little sweet and bitter.

Mistakes again and again, breakthroughs again and again, goals again and again, we blame again and again, and the coach is disappointed again and again. ...

The whistle stopped the game. His eyes were full of tears, and he tried to hold back. His mouth was pulled down, and he walked around with red ears.

The sun in the sky hid, and the sad tears could no longer be suppressed. Tears as big as beans rolled down my cheeks and flowed into my mouth. The bitter feeling made him feel sad.

I walked over step by step, patted him on the back and whispered, "Okay, okay, don't cry!" " Burying his face in pain, he said, "I … we … got lost …! "! All ... fate ... me! ""No, everyone is responsible! " "I am ... good ... difficult ... hard!" "It doesn't matter, let's come again next time. I will beat them all over the place! " He stamped his foot hard and his eyebrows drooped listlessly over his eyes. I looked at the wound on his leg. There was still bright red blood, and his face and hands were hurt.

He thinks it's nothing. He never cries for pain, only for honor.

Honor comes first, and your own interests are not important. I can clearly see this consciousness in him.

In the fifth grade of the third grade primary school, he was sad to write 450 words.

Cai Ziheng is a classmate in my Go class. He is always optimistic. Even if he lost at chess, he was cheerful and not discouraged at all. But this time in the game of Go, he cried. Cai Ziheng has been working hard for a month before the game. He often plays chess online, which is taller than most of his classmates. And when the teacher talks about chess, he meticulously puts out every change and knows all the changes by heart.

The game of Go is coming. That afternoon, it was raining, as if someone's tears could not flow down. There is a puddle on the ground, and the ground is slippery. With Cai Ziheng's score, promotion is quite promising, but the game has just ended and the result is still unclear. Let's all stay here for a while and wait for the result.

Finally, the results came out. I gathered around with my classmates to see if I was promoted or not.

Ke Chenxuan and I have both been promoted. Although the weather is bad, it is still difficult to stop our happiness. But Cai Ziheng is different-he failed the list.

When he saw the result, his hopes were completely dashed. He opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe what he had just seen. The rain, as if accompanied by his sadness, kept falling. He, his facial muscles kept twitching, and he sucked his nose from time to time. His eyes soon turned red, and occasionally he shed a tear or two. He tried to hide it. He just stood in front of the leaderboard, motionless, just looking at it with his eyes, dull and empty. After making sure that he really failed the list, he didn't speak, just avoided making eye contact with us and walked alone in this small room where the list was published.

We're going home. In the car, he has been dull and looked out of the window for a long time. The students told him jokes and made him laugh. He seems to be laughing, but laughing is worse than crying.

In the fourth grade and fifth grade of primary school, he was sad for writing 450 words.

After school today, my mother said, "I'm going to meet someone today." You stay at home, buy you a good meal later, eat at home, and then do your homework. " As soon as I heard this, my good mood suddenly disappeared, leaving only timidity and sadness. I dragged my schoolbag behind my mother. The schoolbag, which used to be light, is as heavy as lead now.

The clear sky is becoming foggy now. On the way home, I looked at these changing scenery, tears kept spinning in my eyes, eager to flow out. Every time I look up, I stop it in time. But it came out of the corner of my eye. I quickly took out a piece of paper and tried to erase this glittering and translucent little thing, but it couldn't be wiped clean. I rubbed it with my hand again, and almost became "Lacrimosa".

When I got home, my mother couldn't find a parking space, and I couldn't help crying again, but I didn't cry. Mom is in a hurry to find a parking space, and I don't want to give her any more trouble.

When I went upstairs, my mother answered a phone call and some wanted to leave. I tried to hold back my tears and said, "You go." My heart is as painful as a needle. My mother went to the door and asked me, "Are you afraid at home alone?" I didn't answer her, opened the door, pushed her out and locked the door. Hearing that my mother didn't call me, I ran to the bedroom, got into the quilt and cried. ...