A tearful composition

In our daily life, everyone has been exposed to writing, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid endless writing. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a tearful composition I collected for you. I hope it will help you.

The composition of tears 1 You can tell I'm naughty by the way I swagger. Of course, it is natural for children to be playful, but I am not ordinary naughty! But do you know that I am a sentimental and soft-hearted person after fun?

Once, when I was eating a delicious McDonald's, I was on my way home. At this time, an old woman in rags came up to me with a bowl and said, "Please give me some money. My wife spent tens of thousands of dollars to see a doctor, but she has not been cured and is penniless. Please have pity on me, an old man! " I didn't know what happened at that time. I was as sad as Wan Jian's heart and a little guilty. I gave her 5 yuan without hesitation and said, "Grandma is hungry, get something to eat!" Grandma excitedly accepted the money and gratefully said to me, "Thank you, little friend, that's very kind of you!" " "With that, she looked at me with her eyes as if she were grateful. I don't know why my mood became depressed when I was leaving, so I turned to my grandmother and said, "Grandma, grandpa hasn't eaten yet! "Come on, use this money to buy something for grandpa." I gave the rest of 7.5 yuan to my grandmother. "Kid, that's very kind of you. My wife is lying in the shed and can't walk. She hasn't eaten for a long time. That's very kind of you. " Grandma said with tears. "Let's go! Grandpa is waiting for you. It doesn't matter. " I don't care. I had no money then. I was so sad when I thought that I was living a life with my clothes stretched out and my mouth opened, while my grandmother was living a world apart from me. Unconsciously eyes moist, tears unwillingly flow down. ...

Looking at the back of the old woman, I shed tears, and a drop of tears flowed down, which made my mood uneasy for a long time. ...

Tears are the expression of feelings, either happiness, sadness or regret. Every time I cry, I will have an unforgettable experience, which is branded in my heart. Tears are a record of growing up again and again. I shed many tears, but once, I will never forget it.

I remember that it was a summer, and the sultry weather made me feel irritable, so I secretly went upstairs, turned on the TV and watched it with relish. After a while, my parents came up. When my father saw me like this, his face sank and he said seriously, "Have you finished your homework?" I was fascinated by TV and vaguely agreed. Dad got angry at once: "it's like watching TV if you don't finish your homework!" " ! Are you happy that you can't keep up with your studies? "I was shocked. I know that although my father usually takes care of me, I make mistakes and remain the same, and my father will criticize me. I looked up at my father. His face is gloomy, just like the sky before the storm. Dark clouds are gathering, making people breathless. Although I was scared, I heard my father yelling sharply, and my fuse was lit: "If you don't watch, don't watch, hum!" I ran into the room and slammed the door. Bang! I was so angry that tears welled up in my eyes and I felt endless injustice in my heart. This time, I shed tears of anger and injustice.

I have been at odds with my parents since that night, and I don't want to say a word to them. After a few days, my father's anger seemed to subside. One morning, I opened the door and found many small notes at the door, all of which were dad's exhortations: "Daughter, put on more clothes when it's cold." "Eat more breakfast, or you will have no strength in class." ..... these are all my father's love for me. When I looked at them, tears overflowed my eyes again ... this time, I shed moving tears.

In fact, I am not angry in my heart, but I am always embarrassed to apologize to my parents for saving face. The more I think about it, the worse it gets Finally, I apologize to my father. Hearing this, my father smiled with relief, but I found that my father had more silver hair ... I couldn't help but shed tears again. This time, I shed tears of guilt.

Tears may be the embodiment of moving; Tears may be a sign of hatred ... but anyway, I love my parents, and their love for me not only makes me cry. Tears, it promoted my feelings with my parents.

On Sunday morning, I suggest going to grandma's house. After mom readily agreed, we were ready to start. Before I left, I took the newly bought toy Transformers.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I couldn't wait to sit on the sofa and play with toys, and from time to time, I followed the music in my mouth to make them change into various postures. My sister stood by watching greedily, cheering from time to time. Just when I was interested, my sister snatched the toy from me.

I yelled at my sister, "Why did you rob my toy!" "I want to play too!" Sister rightfully shouted at me. "This is my toy!" "This is in my house!" "You are my nemesis!" What I said is terrible. At this time, my sister began to cry as if she had been wronged. Seeing her like this, I felt smug in my heart: "Hum, you robbed me and asked for it. You deserve it! " Just when I was getting carried away, my sister hit me a few times unexpectedly, but I didn't buy it. I gave it back twice on the grounds of the first step.

When my sister saw that she had suffered a loss, she "moved" her mother who had always been strict with me. As soon as my mother gained a foothold, she shouted at me loudly, "Why did you hit your sister?" "She hit me first!" "If you are a brother, why don't you let your sister go? Apologize to your sister and give your toy to your sister. " Looking at my mother's unexplained posture really hurts more than hitting me a few times. Suddenly, my disappointed tears "wow" flowed down. ...

I was still depressed until I got home. I really hope to see my sister less in the future.

The Composition of Tears 4 Foreword:

In the world of life, as tears, our existence is only temporary. Perhaps, to be precise, our survival time is only a moment. When such a moment is lost, death will be more terrible than the devil ...

My master is a lively and naughty little girl. Every time she is not careful, my poor compatriots will be buried in tears. The sound of smashing again and again made me feel the fear of death. I huddled up and held my head tightly, for fear that dark claws would seize my throat. With the passage of time, I gradually immersed in the fog of sadness.

When the cruel life gave a cry of grief, I opened my eyes in horror. At this time, a ray of sunshine came face to face and wrapped me tightly in my body. Oh! It was a dream. I am happy to read aloud in my mind. However, this happiness soon dissipated ... (In the world of tears, happiness is occupied by bitterness and there is no life. Everything has lost its color like death, so quiet. )

While I was meditating, suddenly, a string of crisp songs came, as if pregnant with a kind of magic, which namelessly hooked me back from my sadness. Guided by the song, I walked along the clear river and came to a maple tree. On one side of the tree, there is a pure tear. She was drunk and sang disharmoniously. Standing behind her, I sat quietly, perhaps because of her concentration, and didn't seem to notice my existence.

The composition of tears 5 tears are the expression of true feelings; Tears are the witness of growth; Tears are the interpretation of love; Tears are a painful relief ... every growing journey seems to be accompanied by tears, crystal tears, reflecting unforgettable memories and leaving a deep impression in my heart.

I remember once, my good friend invited me to her birthday party and gave me an invitation card. I held it in the palm of my hand, as precious as jewelry, and then carefully put it in my schoolbag, which felt particularly sweet. When I got home, I didn't even put down my schoolbag, so I couldn't wait to tell my mother that my friend's birthday was over the weekend. My mother listened, but she replied flatly, "Oh." Still not letting go of my work, I tentatively said, "He invited me to go, and I agreed ..." "Don't go!" Mom said without doubt. "Why!" I cried, which was a bolt from the blue for me. "I'm afraid of an accident on the road." "I will be very careful." "That can't do. I'm not afraid of 10 thousand, just in case. " "Anyway, I have promised others that I must go." I put on a tough attitude, then turned and entered the room.

I lay in bed and cried. The more I cry, the more I want to shout out my anger and frustration. After a long time, my mother came into my room, leaned down to dry my tears, and then sat next to me without saying a word. After a while, my mother sighed and said, "I don't mind you going to celebrate someone else's birthday, but your classmate's home is a little far away, so I don't have time to pick you up and let you go alone." I am not at ease. " "How old am I? Don't worry, I can walk by myself." I know my mother is worried about me, but I still stubbornly turned my head and dared not look straight at my mother. But at this moment, my tears couldn't help anymore, like broken beads, sliding down my face. My mother sighed heavily and said weakly, "I'll send you this weekend." Then he took the door out. My tears flowed down again, like a flood that burst its banks. Among them, what touched me was my mother's love, the joy of victory, and deep regret ... repeating five flavors.

Tears may be shells on the beach, strung into necklaces, only to find that some are just for trivial things, easy to come by!

Everyone has tears, excitement, gratification, injustice, sadness, joy and regret ... this time I left sad tears.

I remember it was Monday morning. As soon as I got home from school, my mother told me an unfortunate news: "Hey, your grandmother was hit by a car when she went out today. The doctor said it was a comminuted fracture. " After listening to my mother, I was so sad that I rushed to the hospital with my mother. I cried all the way, thinking about grandma's love for me at ordinary times. I can't wait to fly to the hospital at once, to my grandmother and take care of her as she usually takes care of me. While urging my mother to ride the car faster, I prayed to my grandmother not to be too painful.

When I came to the hospital, I saw my grandmother lying quietly in the hospital bed with a thick plaster on her leg. I shed tears of love again. Grandma wiped away my tears and said with a smile, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't run the red light, I wouldn't have been hit by a car. "

After listening to grandma's words, my tears welled up more uncontrollably. I don't know how to comfort grandma. I know grandma is in pain and blames herself. Her smile was forced out, just to comfort me. I think I must take good care of my grandmother in the future to reduce her pain.

My mother cried when she saw my grandmother, and my father held back his tears and held me tightly in his arms.

Mom and dad have to take care of grandma, so I go to school by bike every day and go to the hospital to see grandma after school. In order to make grandma happy, I always dry my tears downstairs and go upstairs with a smile. I told my grandmother what happened at school and what I saw on the road, and I also found some jokes from the Internet to tell her. After listening to my story, grandma always hugs me while crying. I know my grandmother's tears are tears of relief. I helped grandma dry her tears, but I stopped crying because I grew up and knew what to do.

In order to let my parents take care of my grandmother, I study hard at school. At ordinary times, I try my best to restrain my naughty activity, speak actively in class and finish my homework carefully after class. I actually got 90 points in this test. Grandma cried when I showed her the test paper in the hospital bed. "What a good boy! Grandma didn't hurt you for nothing! " After listening to grandma's words, I shed tears again.

In my memory, I have shed many tears, including tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of shame and tears of regret. What is fresh in my memory is the excited tears shed during the board shoe competition.

It was four years ago, and a few days before the competition, the students were all practicing hard. Some shout passwords to prevent mistakes in the game; Some fall and get up immediately; Some are adjusting their posture to see where they stand and walk fast and well; Some people are practicing with foot injuries.

It's time for the game. Just listen to the referee's command, the four classes of board shoes teams rushed to the finish line with consistent steps. The student team in our class is a little ahead of other teams. Just then, our team fell down for some reason, and the students shouted, "Come on! Get up quickly. " The students' hearts were hanging in mid-air, and our team was not discouraged. They immediately got up and rushed to the finish line. Only when the master of our class comes out, he quickly jumps on the board shoes and moves forward quickly. Shoes flew to the finish line like wings, and our class reached the finish line with the advantage of half a minute. "We won!" The students shouted, jumped and laughed, tears welled up in my eyes, and my eyes were moist.

I will never forget this exciting moment.

Composition of Tears 8 It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, sip green tea and smile. In front of the desk is an open book, Time Safety, Life Safety. I stroked the rough page and closed it. It's time to close my mind, I said to myself with my lips pressed. -inscription

I cry too easily. Touching sentences always win my tears. I tried to harden my heart, but there was nothing I could do. I will still cry, even if I hum a song, my eyes will be inexplicably moist. Looking at the sky, I dried my tears. In the new year, I won't let myself be "sad" again. I will bury all my tenderness, all my hypocrisy and crying myself.

In the summer afternoon, I sat lazily in my grandmother's rocking chair, and the sun passed through my fingers, leaving a mottled and broken shadow on my cheeks. Don't be deceived by my good mood, but I'm lazy. I'm too lazy to walk and read. I just want to lie in the sunshine of Doby. This shortcoming makes me miserable enough. I can't get up at school and I am scolded by my parents. Alas, I broke my nails in depression, sighed faintly and reflected on my laziness. Yes, how many good teenagers have worked hard in ancient and modern times, and I just pray that my studies will fly in and I will succeed? It's time for me to change and let my brain cells work!

To tell you the truth, I really have some regrets. Books at home can pile up into a sea, all of which are my whispers. My mother is always cheated by my sincere promise, but every night, I always chew every word in the quilt with a flashlight. I stubbornly believe that they are full of words and can improve my composition. In fact, this is just a reason I found for myself. Not only did my composition level not improve, but it also made my relationship with my mother stiff. Even more frightening, I broke my once touching eyes. For my eyes and myself, I will lock up a cupboard full of fine print and study those abstruse "Mystery Man Literature" and "A Brief History of Everything".

A person's journey is about to begin. I packed my luggage, dried my tears, buried all my disappointments and set sail!

Water is a true gentleman, virtuous, kind, ambitious and easy to teach …

As the saying goes: "Everything in the world will have extraordinary experiences, because everything in the world will not survive on the earth without tempering, and so will people."

The quiz is coming, and every sixth-grade student is extremely nervous. Good, average, poor, by this time, every student will play their greatest potential, teachers and students work together, * * * will draw a perfect full stop for our primary school career. When I was nervously reviewing, I suddenly felt a little cold on my head. A small drop of water fell and became so big. I have never shed a "real" sweat. This is the first time, and it feels great. It means "the joy of harvest" and the reward of hard work.

On the day of the exam, the moment I did the problem, it was still that familiar feeling. I am sweating again. Although this is a symbol of fatigue, I am very happy. The tense quiz is finally over, and my steps are getting farther and farther away from my alma mater. At the last step out of my alma mater, I stopped. I turned around and looked at my kind alma mater. I can't help crying. I think how innocent and lovely I was when I first entered this school, and I am full of curiosity about the school. Now I have learned a lot and become mature and steady. In the end, I am still.

Many days later, the results of the test came out. I got the first place in my class and my tears fell naughtily. I haven't taken the exam since I won the first place in the fifth grade exam. I have been worried that my classmates will surpass me. Thanks for this idea, it is this idea that has strengthened my motivation to study.

On a moonlit night, I leaned against the wall and left tears. Who knows my heart?

Know my pain again? Who can know my happiness? I don't know,

No one knows, this is a mystery, an eternal secret …

Tears composition 10 Tears are an expression, a catharsis of inner feelings, a mark and a witness.

I still remember that when Yushu earthquake happened, we shed tears, which was a mourning for our compatriots. During the drought in the south, we shed tears, which is a lament for the earth. Tears, full of pain, also embodies the hope of happiness.

The most impressive holiday atmosphere, we have an appointment to have dinner with you. The memory of primary school is perfect, everyone is recalling, recalling the past that deserves nostalgia.

We suddenly walked a lot hand in hand, and it's still fresh in my mind. Outside, the bright moonlight reflects the noisy streets. Inside, we sing and reminisce together. Pay special attention to everyone's eyes. Unlike in the past, there are too many concerns and expectations.

Happy time always flies, and I have to say goodbye to everyone again. It is said that parting is the next gathering, but this still cannot hide our disappointment. Memory is the most perfect thing. Looking back on the busyness and joy of the past, I always feel very different, and I have already burst into tears. It's hard to get together and say goodbye. How can you stay?

Tears of parting are often happy. At this time, it is a mixed memory and an extraordinary experience. Although full of sadness, it is also a perfect and happy next memory. It is the truest expression of feelings.

The happiness of tears lies in their feelings, and happy tears are good wishes and expectations that warm people's hearts like warm wind. It is also a beautiful mark like a flower, which will be a perfect comfort in the long night, just like the warmth, melancholy and sadness of the past, and it is the most memorable tenderness.

The Composition of Tears 1 1 A person will shed some tears more or less in his life, perhaps because of happiness, mobility, injury and injustice to ............................................................................................................................. It was the first grade of primary school.

It was a Saturday morning in winter, and my mother gave me 20 yuan to buy breakfast at a steamed stuffed bun shop hundreds of meters away this morning, saying that I had grown up and was a little man, so I should be able to take care of myself. This time, it is a small test of my ability. I rubbed my nose, got dressed, took the money and went out without saying a word. I've been walking north. After walking a few hundred meters, I came to the steaming steamed stuffed bun shop. After buying three bowls of hot porridge and several big steamed buns, I walked home slowly with my bag. Walking, I suddenly tripped over a small stone, and all the hot porridge in my right hand fell on my hand. Although wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, my hands are still burning red. I cried all the way home with the steamed stuffed bun, and I spilled a string of sparkling pearls on the road. When I got home, my mother wiped me clean, changed my clothes, chilled my hand with cold water, gave me ten yuan and said, "Xiaoxiao is the bravest, which is nothing." Come, do it again. " I pouted and walked over, carefully carrying three bowls of porridge I bought home. However, after my mother praised me, I shed tears again, but this time it was happy tears.

The composition of tears 12 1 1 On the 4th of the month, the sky was gloomy, as if covered with a gray veil. I was walking alone on my way home, tears of regret were silently suppressed, and the 85-point test paper was in my hand.

During the mid-term exam, it was sunny. I picked up the pencil I sharpened last night and wrote "Brush". After class, I rushed out of the door and "chatted with my friends". It's time to hand out the test papers. I can't help but get nervous. When the teacher reported "Wan Zihang, 85 points", my heart suddenly broke with a bang. The original happy mood has long gone. I took the test paper from the teacher in despair and wiped my eyes, 85; Wipe it again, 85; Wipe it again, it's still 85.

The bright red number 85 is indelible, which has become the worst result in my mid-term exam. My heart suddenly fell from the mountain of full marks to the abyss of more than eighty, which made my mind suffer a great blow. When I got home, I silently began to repent: Why didn't I get high marks in the exam? Am I stupid? No. Am I not smart? No. Or am I careless? Not exactly. The key is that there is something wrong with my learning attitude. Every time I do my homework, my handwriting is always incorrect and I have to rewrite it every time. When doing homework, I also secretly play, often forgetting that my parents are around, so I have to eat a few heavy chestnuts. ...

This failure taught me a lesson and also sounded a great alarm. I failed the exam not only because I didn't check it, but also because I didn't do it carefully. I made three mistakes in solving this problem. In addition, I also deducted some odds and ends. Can I still get 90 points? That night, I regretted not fulfilling my sincere promise to my mother. I regretted being a shepherd every time and breaking my mother's heart again and again. Mom, can you forgive me?

Composition of tears 13 What is a tear? Tears are the end of grievances, the beginning of happiness, the past of regret, the end of sadness and the beginning of joy. It can come quietly or go quietly.

That winter, October 7th was my birthday. That morning, I got up early because I knew today was my birthday. I ran to my mother's bed and asked her, "Today is Tuesday, I have a meeting!" " Brush your teeth and wash your face! My heart suddenly became cold. How could my mother forget my birthday! I walked out of my mother's room weakly, and then I thought of my grandfather, who will never forget my birthday. I went to my grandfather, and before I could speak, he said angrily, "Why don't you wash your face?"? I have to go to work. " Oh, I'm desperate. Why doesn't anyone remember my birthday? "

At this time, I was walking outside, looking at the blue sky and white clouds. Maybe I'll feel better. I wandered around for a while, and when I got home, I saw these candles burning on the table. Suddenly the light came on, ah! Birthday cake! Cousin and brother jumped out one after another and sang Happy Birthday to you. My mother came up behind me and said mysteriously, "Guess what I bought you?" "What's so mysterious?" Mom took out a Barbie doll, "Barbie doll", which is my dream toy! I held up Barbie doll and cried in surprise. In an instant, the sadness in my heart vanished. Looking at the smiling faces of my loved ones, I cried, not sad tears, not happy tears, but happy tears!

Some people say that happiness is the running water when you take over the job from your mother. It is happiness. If you read a letter from a friend under the lamp and taste friendship, it will be sad tears. If you sit alone in the gazebo and listen to music quietly and freely, it will be tears of happiness.

Tears are a record of growth, and every moment of crystal tears will reflect the course you have gone through.

Composition of tears 14 Ding Dong! Ding Dong! The school bell rang and I rushed into the school in a hurry. Luckily, I wasn't late.

Walking into the classroom, as always, some are reviewing and some are handing in their homework. Soon, the head teacher came in, and our classmates stood up and said, hello, teacher! We wanted to sit down and start the class, but the teacher stopped us. The teacher said: Hello, classmates! A classmate came to our class today, and we welcome him! We all applauded the students who came in from outside.

I saw his face was black. He introduced: Hello everyone! I'm Mu Yinhou and I'm from Pakistan. Please give me some advice. Seeing his ugly black skin, my mouth began to itch again.

At the end of class and during the break, I laughed at him: You are so dark that you can be a promoter of black toothpaste! Ha ha! When he heard this, his eyebrows pricked up and he jumped at me at once. Unexpectedly, the teacher saw it and called him to the office.

I saw the teacher criticizing him, and his tears dripped like broken pearls. He lowered his head and his nose was twitching loudly. I saw a lot of emotions in his tears. There were grievances and anger in those tears, and I was ashamed of my thin tongue. I couldn't stand it, so I told the teacher the truth in detail.

I shouldn't laugh at my classmates. I should bravely admit my mistake. Although I was punished by the teacher in the end, when Muin and I stood in the corridor together, we looked at each other. He smiled slightly and I smiled.

The composition of tears 15 Tears are the expression of feelings, or joy, or sadness, or regret ... In retrospect, I remembered that thing that made me regret.

One Sunday, I happily said to my mother, "Mom, mom, I want to buy a new dress." My mother looked up and looked at me from top to bottom like a monster. She said, "Didn't you just buy it last month?" I listened, shook my arm unhappily and said, "That was last month, a long time ago." But no matter how hard I begged, my mother just refused. I stamped my foot angrily and said, "Hum, bad mother!" Say that finish, then ran upstairs.

The next night, my mother had a whim and said to me, "Huan Zi, let's go to your sister's house to play!" "I put my arms around my head and pursed my lips." I'm not going! ""Mom asked, "Really?" I shouted into my mother's ear, "No!" Mother was unhappy and said, "If you don't go, you won't go." After that, my mother turned and left.

At this time, the sky suddenly overcast. God keeps a straight face, as if he doesn't agree with me. After a while, the wind blew, the trees swayed from side to side and the leaves rustled. Suddenly, the thunder roared so loudly that I was almost deaf. It sounds like a landslide. I was suddenly scared and thought, what should I do? Has God come to punish me? Just then, the electricity also stopped, and the room was suddenly dark. The rainstorm also "dived" underground. I was afraid that tears would fall "brush brush", ran to the roof in panic and cried.

After a while, I was soaked to the skin. At this time, my mother rushed to my side, hugged me and said, "The baby is not afraid, not afraid …" I lay in my mother's arms and felt very sad. My mother came to see me in the rain. She loves me so much, but I blame my mother and resist her. ...

Through this tear, I love my mother more, really, very much!