A 400-word composition entitled "When I Cry"

A 400-word composition entitled "When I Want to Cry".

Life, you can't cry if you fail. Don't let timid tears make your life fragile. If you succeed, you will feel happy in the baptism of tears.

No, don't cry. Math scores are in a hurry these days. The test paper full of "X" seems to roll me up and throw me into the abyss. ...

In math class, I sat there in a daze like a puppet. In a daze, the words on the blackboard are almost gobbledygook, the teacher's explanation is like a spell, and my mind is in chaos. I'm afraid, afraid of falling black and blue on the way to study math.

Next, please go to the blackboard and answer some questions. "I suddenly looked up, as if awakened from a dream.

When I heard my name, I went to the podium mechanically, picked up the chalk and read the topic. I don't know, I don't understand, and the heavy brain seems to have lost the ability to deal with problems. For an instant, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

The students next to me have started to answer questions on the blackboard. I froze there, staring at my eyes, shaking my head, trying my best, but to no avail-my brain was blank, my ears were buzzing-helpless, depressed and suffocating. Oh, my God, my head is going to explode!

Other students have finished this problem. I just stood stiff from head to toe. I feel strange eyes staring at me behind me, trying to swallow me up. I suddenly wanted to cry and had a good cry, but I held back-don't cry! Have the dignity of a man, and leave some pride after failure, so that you can proudly walk off the podium next time.

After all, I haven't completely lost it.

Cry, cry

It's been several months since the essay contest, and I don't expect to win the prize. On this day, the Chinese teacher called me.

What is this?

I walked into the office in fear and trembling, and the teacher smiled and said, "Your article won the first prize in the last provincial composition contest. Be confident, not bad! " The teacher's simple words seemed to give me great comfort, and I was filled with pride of victory at once.

Excitement, excitement, and unclear feelings are surging like a flood. Unconsciously, tears have flowed out of my eyes, rolled down my cheeks and kissed my skin gently.

I have never been carefree in my heart, and all my depression has disappeared without a trace. How nice! What happy tears! Laugh even if you cry.

Youth is no longer naive, and teenagers are maturing. On the road of life, you and I should cherish tears, but don't be stingy. Learn to cry and you will grow up; Knowing how to cry is knowing how to live!

A semi-propositional composition entitled "When I Listen ..." When I heard the news,

August 15 is a day of silence in Zhouqu, Gansu. What caused the catastrophe in this beautiful village of Gansu? It was not a typhoon or an earthquake, but a mudslide!

In the evening, I came back from Zhoushan and turned on the TV. All the TV stations were broadcasting the tragedy in Gansu. A mother said, "She was doing something, and suddenly, the ground seemed to be shaking. I immediately saw mud and stones from the mountain rushing into the house, knocking it over and the house fell down. She and her son, who is under ten years old, are trapped in the mud, but their hands are trapped. After a long time, she asked her son if his hands and feet were numb, and his son said to her,' My hands are a little numb. Hearing this, she pulled her son out of the mud and lifted him up with both hands. His son weighs more than 30 kilograms. In this way, she hugged for more than 8 hours before being rescued. "

I was shocked to hear that. What triggered the mother's great strength? That's maternal love. In order to protect her son, mothers spare no effort to protect their children with all their strength and warmth. After hearing the news, I was shocked!

In a family, when the rocks rushed down, two large cement slabs staggered down, and there was a father and son inside. It was dark and opaque. At that time, 1 1 year-old peers said with tears: "At that time, my father and I were still alive, and my father told me a joke to keep him alive. When I told five jokes, my father seemed to have lost his breath. " This sentence is loud, and I am relieved. I had a rest, only to see my father touch my hand with one hand and then let go. At that time, I felt a cold breath coming on my face. When I felt something was wrong, I shouted:' Dad! Dad! But it is still silent. I shouted to my father. I think my father may have left me like my mother. "Sure enough, when the rescuers rescued me, my father was gone, and I looked at my father's body. I heard this story, which made me feel like this little boy. My heart was stabbed with a knife. I was very sad after hearing the news.

Since then, the whole Zhouqu has been mud and stone, houses have been destroyed, relatives have been separated, tears are streaming down their faces, and mud and stone are grinning. Zhouqu! Where did the old Zhouqu go! Like them, I look forward to getting the old Zhouqu back. Now, everyone lives in front of a small temple and uses plastic blankets, but the children are playing and the adults are chatting, and there is no expression of losing their beautiful family.

When I was old, I wrote about 600 words, hahaha! Who's laughing? Oh, it's the girl who loves to laugh in class 1 (3). Sorry, call again.

Sorry to bother you, but I can laugh quietly!

I like to laugh. I laugh every day. Why are you laughing? The reason is simple, because I like it.

At home, I pack "Happy MSG". My father accidentally broke the plate he bought, and my mother is blaming my father.

Dad, it looks like a fight. This is not good! I quickly stood among them and said, "Dad, why are you like this?"

Not too concerned? ""mom, calm down. If the new one doesn't come, the old one won't go! " Suddenly, my parents laughed.

My mother said, "Daughter, you are wrong. The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come. " I deliberately argued, "Language.

The preface is different from the latter, but it seems to have the same meaning. "Dad said," What's so' careless'? It is so.

Careless! "I said," in our family, you are the oldest, so you don't care too much. If I break it,

Throwing a plate is' careless'! "Dad laughed even harder. A scene is about to happen.

In this way, the "war" subsided and the whole family was happy for a while.

We packed our bags and went to grandma's house. After washing and having dinner, we hit the road. When I arrived at the toll gate, I saw traffic, mountains and seas, and one car was connected to another. I can't walk a mile for a long time. I thought to myself, today is really unlucky, and I met a big traffic jam. At this time, I began to cough, because the air outside the window was full of carbon monoxide, hydrocarbons, nitrogen oxides, lead and other gases. So, I closed the window.

When I got on the highway, the air was much better. I opened a window when I passed the field. I smell the peculiar smell of autumn. This is the real crisp autumn. The car smells of rice.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I ran and jumped happily in her yard for a long time. However, I accidentally touched a stone and my finger hurt. It's really a joy to add joy, and a pain to add bitterness! However, this does not affect my happiness. My little brother has been expecting me for a long time. Today of this year (65438+1October1; The first day of national day) finally meet again.

We are very happy. We have forgotten our homework for a long time. We have forgotten our homework. We had a good time that day.

The next morning, we went to the department store in Lijin County, Dongying City to play video games. We all used fake game coins. When shooting, the basket made a mistake. We threw over 30 balls for free. Once, basketball really hit me on the head. It really hurts. We also played many games with those game coins. I think those people will explode with anger, and I think I'm still laughing.

In the afternoon, we went to the cotton field to pick some cotton. Because of rain and drought, the cotton there withered and fell down. There isn't much cotton. However, we are still happy.

"All teachers, come back to the meeting room after class ..." Teacher Han's voice came from the radio. When Teacher Han said that all the teachers had a meeting, the students were boiling, especially the bad boys headed by Guo Peng, who were dancing. This self-study class has a "good show" again!

Just this self-study class is math self-study, so the math teacher put Zhang Na, one of the representatives of math class, in charge of discipline.

Guo Peng was crazy. He ran outside the classroom for a while, ate chocolate for a while, and then erased Zhang Na's name. Zhang Na had no choice but to put me in charge of discipline.

Just go up, Guo Peng gave me a "duel"-put chalk on my face. This made me very angry, so I put three ticks behind his name on the blackboard. Guo Peng saw him kick me on the back and erase the names of several classmates next to him. Alas, there is nothing we can do about him! I have to write down their names on a piece of paper.

Unexpectedly, Guo Peng dashed forward, tore the paper into pieces and said to me with a vicious fist: "Remember it again, remember it again, and I will kill you!" I don't know where a stubborn force came from and wrote my name on the book. Guo Peng a look, the feeling. I said a word to this classmate and that classmate in class, which made the class useless. I thought of a way: I wrote the word "class" on the blackboard. Sure enough, the class was quiet again, and I thought it was ok, so I erased these two big characters. ...

After the teacher came back, I handed the note to the math teacher: "Guo Peng ..." The teacher's sharp eyes stared at Guo Peng like thorns. "What? How many' good things' have you done? " Guo Peng quickly shirked responsibility; "No, not me! Hou Xiang also wrote down the whole class! " "Well, then the whole class will be punished for writing the concept of the whole book!" I don't know if the teacher wanted to arrange for us to review for a long time, or other reasons. This made the students complain, and in the end, they all blamed me. "Who told you to be in charge?" We'll all be punished for our injuries! ""it's you, write if you can! "I became a punching bag for my classmates, and all the angry eyes turned to me.

Suddenly, the tears of injustice poured up bit by bit. Why? Is it my fault?

That time, I cried. It really hurts my heart. In order to manage the classroom discipline and give the students a good self-study environment, they were dissatisfied and even scolded. I am for the class, in order to let the students study hard, but I get the students' incomprehension. Are the students so heartless and careless?

How do you say it in English when I cry? ...

I don't know if you have the feeling that when you sing or hear a song, a certain scene, a certain mood or a certain person will immediately emerge clearly in front of your eyes, mind and heart, thus arousing endless memories and thoughts, and you can truly recall all the feelings at that time.

There are many songs that can activate many memories in my heart. These memories are treasured in my heart, and those songs have become my favorite.

Among these stars, my favorite singer is Cai Qin. Every time I hear her low, dull voice with a hint of sadness, I will have a wonderful feeling. I will forget everything around me in an instant and indulge in memories and dreams.

I like Cai Qin's songs, and your eyes are my favorite. When singing this song, I seem to have returned to my childhood, and I saw her at my deskmate again. Her eyes hidden deep in my heart will shine, and I can see them clearly. I can really feel that I can communicate with her with my eyes like I did when I was a teenager. Although silent, unforgettable, but full of joy. I like Cai Qin's "The Bright Moon Sending Acacia Thousands of Miles", and every word in it is from my heart. When I sing this song, I really want the moon to bring my deep thoughts and love to her in my distant memory.

I like a rose song. At that time, we were young Rose Zhang's cheerful, lively and energetic songs accompanied me through those yearning years. Today's song "Going to Work" will remind me of the days when I was "wearing overalls and covered in oil" and "full of happiness". Youth is beautiful. It's good to be young. There is no sadness in the young heart, courage shines in the young eyes, happiness is written on the young face, and the young body never gets tired.

I like that stray song. Wandering outside, lonely and helpless, it is so sad, eager to miss home and parents.

I like Tian Zhen's songs. Her hoarse voice, which is slightly vicissitudes, always gives me a tragic sense of life.

I don't know the melody, but I like listening to songs; I am tone deaf, but I like singing. Just like I like reading and writing poems. Poetry and songs can always inspire my cold heart and vent my feelings that I can't say.

When I sing that song, I will think of that deep love or sadness; When I think of that deep love or sadness, I will sing that song.

The essay titled "When the Challenge Comes" will experience the challenge of life, and no one's life is perfect. Facing the inevitable challenges in life, we should meet and overcome them with a smile and self-confidence. Difficulties are like spring. Strong is weak, weak is strong. Only by facing bravely and working hard can we win.

I have experienced challenges again and again in my life. They have brought me a lot of hardships and are constantly honing themselves.

After entering the fifth grade next semester, the Hope Cup Mathematics Competition is getting closer and closer to me, and the pressure of the competition is getting bigger and bigger. In the fourth grade, I won the bronze medal in the math contest with excellent results, which added a lot of luster to my face. However, the honor of winning the prize has become the pressure of a new round of competition. Seeing that countless students have sprung up this semester, I am afraid that I won't win the prize, that I will lose my reputation in Sun Shan, that my classmates will cast sarcastic eyes, and that I will see the disappointed eyes of teachers and parents ... But when I wake up, I realize that winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists, and failure is the mother of success. Failure is not terrible, as long as I am not arrogant when I win and graceful when I lose.

Therefore, I have successfully overcome the difficulties and challenges. In the examination room, I went into battle lightly, without the bondage of ideological pressure, and the exam was much easier. Finally, I played my real skill and felt that I did well in the exam.

Difficulties are not terrible, what is terrible is to escape them. Only by defeating yourself can we open the door to victory. Isn't our biggest rival ourselves? Then what are you afraid of? Constantly avoiding difficulties will only increase; Only by taking the initiative to face the difficulties will the difficulties be solved. When the next challenge comes, don't hide, don't run, take the initiative!

When you laugh at others, watch your step.

Life lies in exercise. Jogging or brisk walking is aerobic exercise, which is good for people's health and can prolong life. Everyone knows that.

I love life and cherish it. I go to exercise every night, run from home to the botanical garden, walk three times, and then run back. Maybe I walked too fast, and people often laughed behind me and said, how did this person walk so fast? There are surprises, confusions, compliments and surprises. ...

Indeed, no one in the park walks faster than me. Everyone who said these words, some boys and girls, some old people.

Once, after I passed several boys and girls, they talked behind my back again. I can't help but look back and say that when you are laughing at others, you have been left far behind. When they are dumbfounded, some people will be lost in thought.

In life, many people see that others are different from themselves and always feel that others are wrong. They like to use their own "ruler" to measure others, forget to think, and even forget that their own standards may not be objective. It must be wrong to measure others by an objective secular standard, but how many people can realize their mistakes? This reminds me of the story of a New Zealand woman writer.

When she didn't go to school, her family seldom talked to her, as if her language or pronunciation had serious problems. When it was school age, she was sent to a more unfamiliar environment. Compared with her classmates, she almost babbles. In the primary school campus, students can easily become friends, but she doesn't know how to speak. She has always been considered abnormal. When she was the youngest, the doctor diagnosed her with autism. Later, I went to school, and some were diagnosed with depression; Later, her fragile nerves finally collapsed, and she lived in a nursing home for a long time, and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Things didn't get better until a friend of her teacher appeared. This man is a doctor. When he treated her, he found that her writing skills were very strong. He encouraged her to write down everything she thought. There are some out-of-date magazines in the hospital, and some write profound poems or novels. She liked it so much that she simply started to contribute after reading it. I didn't expect those words that are always regarded as unintelligible at home, at school and in the hospital to be published in first-class literary magazines.

It turned out that the doctors in the hospital were a little embarrassed, so they quickly canceled some more invasive treatments and began to listen to her conversation with their ears open, carefully distinguishing whether there were any metaphors or symbols missing.

The whole family felt a little proud and suddenly found that their family had such a genius.

Even the neighbors in the old city asked mysteriously: Did that eccentric little girl win this great literature prize?

She was discharged from the hospital and went abroad on a scholarship.

When she came to England, she took the initiative to report to Maudsly Hospital, the most famous psychiatric hospital. In this way, in the process of fixed talks, two years passed unconsciously, and the British psychologist carefully opened a diagnosis certificate to prove that she was not ill.

That year, she was 34.

Just because she grew up, her appearance did not meet the standard requirements of society for a person, and the brand of so-called "pervert" was deeply branded on her.

This is the true story of Janet Fran, a New Zealand woman writer, which took place in the 1940s and 1950s. She is still writing tirelessly and is recognized as the greatest writer in New Zealand today.

Do we feel sad after reading this story? A talented writer has been labeled as a pervert for 30 years because his words and deeds do not conform to the norms in everyone's eyes. What a terrible secular, what a terrible unified standard.

What I want to say here is, how many classmates and people who have laughed at her can surpass her? When they are laughing at others, they have fallen far behind others. When she succeeded, many people who laughed at her were estimated to be still in obscurity, living a normal life, and did not dare to cross the line and follow suit until they died. Is this life meaningful? Is it valuable?

So when you laugh at others, please be careful of your steps and see if you have slowed down and been left behind by others. If you find that you have opened it, please shut up and hurry!

An essay (narrative) entitled "When I face difficulties (difficulties or dangers)" When I face difficulties.

People will always encounter difficulties and setbacks in their lives. When we are faced with difficulties, we should not be discouraged. In order to succeed, we must face them bravely.

I remember it was a math test for the fourth grade. I buried myself as soon as I got the paper, twice at a time. . . . . . . I did it easily. When I was secretly happy, I didn't expect the following questions to hang over my mind like a layer of fog, leaving me wondering where to start. I thought about it and calculated it carefully on the draft paper. But I still can't figure it out after half the calculation. I am very distressed. I scratched my head and watched other students write. I'm even more uneasy. I am anxious and regretful. It's all because I usually push the problem to my dad and wait for him to tell me. But today, it is in the examination room. I really hope my father can appear in front of my eyes at once, but this can't come true.

As time went by, sweat ran down my cheeks. My hands are holding the pen and my legs are shaking under the table, but the numbers and symbols in front of me have been turning and turning, and my mind is a little confused. I think: simply don't do it, give up, anyway, I won't do it, and there is no way to lose points. At this time, I thought of the famous American writer Helen. She was blind and deaf when she was one and a half years old. With indomitable spirit and challenging difficulties, she finally overcame her psychological shadow and was admitted to Harvard University. Thought of here, my eyes seemed to flash a glimmer of hope. I calmed down and carefully found out my thoughts. Have these questions suddenly become simple? I finished it three times, five times, twice, and * * * remembered that the teacher had finished the paper. After class, I jumped up happily and said, "I succeeded."

No matter how difficult I encounter in the future, I will calm down and think. We will never bow our heads. As long as we work hard, we will surely bear fruitful results.