Cry as soon as you write a composition in the fourth grade

1. I really cried for 3oo words when I wrote the composition in the fourth grade of primary school.

I really cried that time.

In my life, many things happen, some of which make me happy, sad and moved. But what happened that time, I cried. Whenever I think of that, I am always silent.

I didn't eat at school when I was in primary school. This happened in my fourth grade. It was windy and rainy that day. Because at that time, our family had just arrived in Taicang from their hometown and didn't have much money. At school, my younger brother and I were both mothers who came to deliver meals to us every day. At this time, my mother had a little trouble. < P > My mother insisted on delivering meals to us. It rained heavily and windy this day. My brother and I are waiting for my mother in the reception room. Five minutes. Ten minutes have passed. I saw my mother in the rain, wearing a raincoat and riding an electric bicycle. Mom finally arrived at the door. In this process, I feel so long. When my mother took off her raincoat, I saw that her new hair was all wet and her face was covered with rain. I really want to cry at this moment, but I didn't cry. I don't want to cry in front of my mother. After dinner, we put the bowl in the car, then put on our raincoats, rode our electric bikes in the rain, and watched my mother leave, and somehow my tears came out. At this time, I thought to myself, "Mom is sick and we deliver meals every day. I must study hard and repay my mother.

I can see from the little things in my life that my mother's love is selfless. I really cried after this incident. Every time I think about it, my eyes will be red.

I really cried that time.

2. In the fourth grade of primary school, I cried for about 4 words.

It was an afternoon, and teacher Wang's voice came from the small broadcast in our class: "The school is applying for a small reporter and announcer. As long as you have the courage to try, please sign up quickly!" I thought to myself: I am timid, and I just take this opportunity to cultivate my self-confidence and exercise my will. I signed up without hesitation.

in the afternoon, when we arrived at the competition venue, there were a lot of applicants! I have a sweat in my hand. I comforted myself: "Nothing. Many of them are children in the first grade, I am sure I can do it! " Seeing that people are doing better than me, I can't help but feel a little panic and sweat seeps from my forehead. I was asked to prepare by name, and my teeth were shaking slightly. I finished my speech fairly smoothly.

when I came to my seat the next day, I proudly told my classmates in the front and back seats. "The following students have been admitted: Cai Yujing, Gu Jingxian, Zhang Runze ......................................................................................................................................................... My tears flowed down unwillingly, and "snapped" a crystal clear tear on the table. Cai Yujing comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter. I just didn't get it. At first, I was trying. I can't do it this time. There will be another time. Believe me, you can do it! "I looked at her and nodded.

although I cried that time, this setback has made my growth footprint take another step. Yes, how can you see a rainbow without wind and rain in your life? Smooth life is colorless, and setbacks will make life more fulfilling. This setback made me understand a big truth.

3. I cried sadly. On the day of my fourth grade composition

, when I came home, I was ecstatic and shouted, "Dad, Mom, I got 98 points in the paper, ranking fourth in the class". Unexpectedly, the room was empty and puzzled. I quickly made a phone call "Your grandmother passed away ..." What? When I heard the news, my hands trembled, and I felt that my ears were wrong. After a while, I rushed to my grandmother's home-Pei County by car.

that day, it rained heavily, and my mood was like this hazy rain, gray and without any luster ... When I got off the bus, my mother came over, still covered with a large piece of white cloth. At this moment, my mother has become a crybaby, and tears in her eyes fell like broken beads ... When I walked into the room, I saw my grandmother's body and couldn't help but return. A shake to the Waipoqiao ... "I couldn't restrain myself any longer, tears spouted down, and tears flowed into my mouth, salty and sour ... I couldn't bear to see my grandmother when she died again, so I covered my face with my hands, ran into the room, and locked the door with a bang. I leaned against the door and burst into tears. At present, it seemed.

4. Crying with anxiety

Crying with anger

All mothers are ambitious. I am a person who loves playing computer. I have two hours to play computer every weekend. My mother always threatens me to study hard. Let me do this, let me do that, and if you don't listen, just say that your weekend computer time is gone.

I want to play computer games happily in the winter vacation, but my mother left me homework again-a composition every day, let me write it and play it for me. I was eager to play computer games, so I wrote one in a hurry, and then I went to play. My mother saw me playing and asked me, "Have you finished your composition?" I said, "I've written it." When she saw it, my writing didn't make any sense at all. She said, I asked you to write a composition. What did you write? I asked you to write a composition for your own good. What about you? Just to play computer. You disappoint me so much! She cried

5. My child is a fourth-grade student, and he cries every week about how to interest him

. . If children really don't like writing. . . You can't force him.

A classmate in our class was not very good at Chinese. . Then I met a good friend.

His good friend is a gifted scholar. . Subtly. . My classmate's creative talent has come up.

hmm. . I like writing because of my trauma. . Very sad, just write it down with a pen, delicate and rich

and then it gradually became a style. . It's just that fourth-grade children seem to be not suitable for them. < P > My friend is even more unique. . . Because of a person you like. . Practice writing crazily.

this aunt. . . I think the first one seems to be more suitable for your son.

tell the truth. . Writing really depends on inspiration, not skill.

6. At that time, I really cried 4 words.

On that day, my sister came to my house to play. She liked reading newspapers. At noon, my mother went to the vegetable market to buy food. When she left, she said to us, "I'll go out to buy food. You two stay at home and play. Don't run out and make a mess at home." Mom is out, my sister and I play in my room, I play with Barbie dolls, and my sister reads newspapers. After about ten minutes, my sister put the newspaper in her hand on the ground, picked up the scissors on the table and prepared to cut the newspaper. She cut here and there, and cut out her favorite pictures. She cut all the scraps of paper on the ground, leaving them all over the floor. I said to her, "Sister, don't cut it yet. Pick up the scraps of paper on the ground and throw them into the trash can." "I want you to take care of it." I meant well, but I didn't expect her to say so. "Ding-dong!" When my mother came back, my sister quickly put down the scissors, picked up a book and read it. My mother came into my room and saw the ground was covered with scraps of paper. She suddenly became very serious and said angrily to me. "Wenwen, you should grow up. Why are you so ignorant?" "It was my sister." "Still dare to blather, you clean up here. The plan to go to Hangzhou was cancelled. " After listening to my mother's words, I shed tears with sadness. Moreover, I have been looking forward to the stars and the moon for a semester when I went to Hangzhou!

now, I feel so wronged when I think about it.

It happened on the day when I was in the fourth grade. It happened to be a holiday at that time. At noon, I heard my mother tell me that my uncle had died.

At that time, my tears started to flow, and then I didn't eat or sleep for two days and nights. Until the day my uncle came out of the mountain, I stood beside my uncle and burst into tears, saying what I always wanted to say to him. On the way home, grandma told me that my uncle was disabled when he was born. The doctor told grandma and grandpa that my uncle could only be three years old at most, and he would be ill in bed for three years, so that they should be prepared mentally. So my grandma and grandpa didn't abandon him, but took care of him more carefully. Grandma fed my uncle every day, gave him shit and urine, and gave him whatever he wanted, which was never too expensive. Everyone was very happy to bring him up like this, but he died on my uncle's 36th birthday.

My uncle is also very kind to me. Every time I visit him, I will tell him something about the outside world and my study. He will also prepare some funny jokes for me to laugh at, so every time I am happy, I will go to my grandmother's house to chat with my uncle. Talk for an hour or two.

now that I think about it, I really miss it. I wish my uncle were still alive in this wonderful world! Speaking of which, I really want to cry out loud.

I really want to say to my uncle, "Don't worry, uncle! Now that I am grown up and sensible, I will be obedient and will never talk back or quarrel with my grandmother, aunt and mother again, and I will never make them angry again.

7. I cried 45 words in the fourth grade composition of primary school students.

I cried in that time.

Although happiness, anger, sadness and joy are human nature, that time I was happy, but it made me burst into tears ...

When I was in the middle class of kindergarten, the school held a story-telling performance contest. Because I was a lively child,

When I got home, I prepared for this competition. My mother chose a story called cornucopia for me. She read it to me first, and after listening to it, I was made to laugh. My mother said to me, "Tell this story this time. Only humor can move people and make children support you." "Well, I will come on, believe me! Mom, I will definitely achieve excellent results. " I said firmly.

in the next few days, I felt like a different person. When I get home, I don't play around with my friends, I don't run around, I don't sit on the sofa and watch interesting cartoons … I talk and perform in front of the mirror. My mother also gave me guidance ...

The day of the performance contest finally arrived. "Please get ready for Qi Wei's children and perform immediately. "On the occasion of coming to power, my mother warned me not to be nervous. When I came to power, I was not nervous in the face of the dark crowd. Instead, I vividly performed it and made the people in the audience laugh.

It's time to announce the results, and my mother and I are hanging in our throats. "The first place is Zhang Siyu children." As soon as the voice just fell, I was very sad. Suddenly, that familiar voice rang again. "Today's special prize is-Qi Wei's child!" "Oh-we won!" I cried excitedly, hugged my mother and shed tears. This is the first time I have left tears of success, and I am extremely happy.

When taking photos as a souvenir, tears of joy still hung in my eyes ...

8. A composition about crying

For a person, crying is sometimes sad, sometimes excited and sometimes moved.

Speaking of "crying", I can't help thinking of an incident that happened a year ago. At that time, I did cry, but it was neither sad nor excited, but a kind of friendship and emotion that I miss very much. It was an art class in my third grade.

The teacher asked each of us to make an eggshell toy by ourselves. The night before, according to the teacher's request, I specially asked my mother to prepare two empty eggshells for me and put them in my schoolbag myself.

But when I opened my schoolbag, alas, both eggshells were crushed. Looking at the eggshell fragments scattered in the schoolbag, I was very anxious.

At this moment, I saw my deskmate Guo Jiawei take out two eggshells and slowly make a "tumbler". I extended a helping hand to Guo Jiawei.

I didn't expect him to be a cheapskate, saying that he would make two eggshell toys today. Hey, it's my bad luck. I accidentally broke the eggshell and met such a "from ruin" deskmate! There is really no way out, so we have to "resign ourselves to fate".

at this moment, a hand was put on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw that it was my "good buddy" Sun Chao. He held an eggshell in his hand and handed it to me.

"you can use it! I have prepared one more. " Looking at his kind eyes, I was very moved and thought, this is saved, or my "buddy" is good, and there will always be a hand at the critical moment.

I took the "life-saving eggshell" given to me by my "good friend" and tossed it over and over, looking left and right. I couldn't put it down. At this time, I squinted at the "cheapskate" sitting next to me with contempt. "Hum, I won't eat food without you, carrot?" I looked at my deskmate with smug eyes, while fiddling with the round eggshell with my hands. With a bang, the eggshell fell to the ground and broke.

I'm going crazy, and tears are pouring down my face. At this moment, I saw my deskmate stop and hand over his other eggshell.

I am really embarrassed to pick up his eggshell, and I am hesitating there. "Use mine! This one is enough for me. "

I felt ashamed when I saw his friendly eyes. I plucked up my courage, took over his eggshell, buried myself in my "tumbler" carefully, and never dared to face his eyes again.

After about two minutes, Guo Jiawei quietly put his watercolor pen into his schoolbag and took out his phone card. He told the teacher that he forgot to bring his watercolor pen, so he should call his mother and ask her to bring it to him, because his home is only 1 minutes away from school by bike.

When I got back from the phone call, I asked Guo Jiawei, "Why did you lie to the teacher?" He said quietly to me, "I'm going to make two eggshell toys today. I asked my mother to send me two eggshells." Otherwise, if you break that eggshell again later, where can we get the eggshell? " After listening to Guo Jiawei's words, I was very moved.

I played along with him, and they shared a box of watercolor pens until his mother sent me eggshells. After class, Guo Jiawei and I each made two "eggshell toys".

When I handed the two "eggshell toys" to my teacher, I saw Guo Jiawei smile! My good friend Sun Chao smiled! I laughed too! But then, I cried. This cry is neither sad nor excited, but deeply moved by friendship.

9. I don't cry anymore. What are tears? A salty taste, white. When I am sad, it will flow out involuntarily. No matter how I try to stop it, it will always