Story behind tears 4-word composition

① The composition about tears is 4 words fast

Every time you shed tears, you will have an unforgettable experience, or joy, or sadness, or regret, which will leave a deep impression in the depths of your emotions. Tears are a record of growth, and every crystal tear reflects the course I have gone through.

that day, I came to the classroom early, sat in my seat and packed my schoolbag, but I couldn't find my Chinese book. At this moment, as if God were joking with me, it began to rain cats and dogs. I sat in my seat and looked sadly at the rain outside the window, thinking about the scenes where the teacher criticized me, and I was uneasy.

suddenly, an idea came to my mind: call my mother to send it. After the phone call, I suddenly felt some regret when I thought of my mother coming against the wind and in the rain. My mother had worked very hard at ordinary times and had to do these things for me. Why should I leave my carelessness to my mother to make up for it?

after a while, there was a sharp footstep outside the classroom. It must be the teacher. My heart was on tenterhooks and I looked anxiously outside the door. It turned out to be my mother. She was soaked to the skin and her hair was dripping with cold rain. I rushed out of the classroom and walked to my mother, my throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't speak. I saw my mother smiled and handed the Chinese book out of her arms to me. Holding the Chinese book that was not wet at all, a warm current suddenly came to my mind. I seemed to see the scene that my mother would rather get wet than let the Chinese book get wet. I threw myself into my mother's arms, and tears of disappointment poured out. Mother stroked my head with her cold hands and said kindly, "Well, don't cry. Just be careful next time and go back to class." Then, I left the classroom and looked at my mother's distant figure, and my tears flowed out again.

This tear made me realize the selflessness of maternal love. Mom, I will repay you with the best results.

② Painful tears 4 words

There will always be tears, tears of joy, tears of excitement and tears of sadness on the road of life. In my memory, what impressed me the most was the announcer audition last Thursday. This makes me feel sad and the tears are sour.

that day, I came to the fifth floor, and I was very nervous. I thought, what should I do? What should I do? I'm still a little unfamiliar. The game started, and No.1 was already on the stage. Seeing her voice reading aloud, I sat in the seat designated by the teacher with more trepidation. Watching students read essays lively and cheerful, and getting off the stage one by one, my heart beat more violently, and I silently said: It's almost time for me. Why not do it? What should I do?

it's my turn. I walked up with my feet trembling, and my mind was blank because of excessive tension. At first, I introduced myself like a mimosa; Then I recited a poem. I still vaguely remember the previous content in my mind, so it went very smoothly. But when I saw the judges sitting at the bottom, I was so nervous that I finally forgot all the contents behind. What can I do? Just step down? It's what I've always dreamed of. Helpless, ashamed, I blushed at once, so I had to bite the bullet and look down at the manuscript in my hand, reading it like a mosquito.

after reading, I hurried off the stage. After a while, the teacher announced the list of winners on the stage. I listened, and the uncomfortable taste in my heart suddenly surged, just like the flood that burst its banks and rushed into the bathroom.

On this day, I shed sad tears and returned to class with pain. However, as soon as I arrived at class, my classmates saw the makeup on my face and ruthlessly called me a witch girl, a female ghost, and some people said it like an old fox. My tears are like broken pearls falling straight down.

③ Ask for a 4-word composition with tears as the topic

Growth needs affection, but some people think that growth does not need affection. Because they grew up in the shadow of affection, they knew nothing about it. I, on the other hand, yearn for family, just like people who yearn for water in the desert.

from the year I went to kindergarten, that is, when I was five years old, until I was in the third grade, there was a long interval of eleven years. Counting my fingers, my time with my parents is only eleven months.

A few days before the Spring Festival every year, they come back by train. Every time, I will be overjoyed to run outside, still like other children, the first sentence is to call mom, then dad, sister and brother. These words are never strange to me. I need these words, and I need these people more. I don't want anything else. I'm not greedy, I just want them.

because of their arrival, the family never stopped laughing. My brother's naughty and lovely, actress-like sister; After a bowl of wine, a national political teacher emerged-dad, a humorous mother, and me who was laughed from ear to ear by them. Such a home, without exception, reflects the deep affection.

all good things must come to an end. Such joy quickly disappeared in just a few days, and I became a loner in an instant. They are all going to work in Dayuan. When I got on the bus, I kept crying and begged, "Mom and Dad, I'll go with you." I know their answers very well. The bus started soon. Dad threw a sentence from the window: "Study hard at home." Listening to the same answer every year breaks my heart. Wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes, go home along the path, look up at the sky, and the big bird flies over with the small bird. At this time, I realized that the better the process, the more tragic the ending.

just a few days after they left, I also started school. The key locked the door with a click when it turned once, and locked the memory full of laughter inside, and it was not allowed to run away. In this way, this nest where a person lives becomes a hole filled with memories.

At school, there is not a trace of gloom on my face, because I try my best not to let Runhong's face fade, and I look forward to every weekend. Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid my face will turn gray and black, and I'll attract others' ridiculous sympathy and cast pity eyes. I hate, I hate people saying that I am a weak person.

it's my dream weekend. It was raining lightly that day, so I got on the bus and went back the same way to find the lost memory. After 3 minutes of bumps, the car finally reached my door. When I got off the bus, the key turned and the lock came loose with a bang. Pushing open the door, I went back to my home full of memories. I really hope to see four people in a family of five around the stove talking and laughing, but that's just a dream of mine. When I walked into the room, the stove was cold, and the chairs were neatly arranged in the corner. I placed them when I left last week, but there was no popularity at home.

the corners of my eyes suddenly became moist. The first thing I want to do when I put down my schoolbag is to call my parents. Press the numeric keypad, my father's phone number appears on the display screen, and my tears hit the dial like beans. After a popular "trick-on-the-horse" mobile phone, a strange and familiar voice said, "Hello, hello ..." I held the phone, my lips kept trembling, and I couldn't say a word. I asked one sentence after another at the end of the phone, "What's the matter?" What's the matter? ..... "The voice is getting louder and louder. I know that my father is angry, and my tears keep falling on the numeric keyboard like an hourglass. "I miss you so much. I really want to be with you. Like others, I have my own father and mother. I want to have a perfect home like others. " This sentence has been said in my mind for countless times, but can you hear it? Finally, I didn't say a word. After hanging up the phone, I sat by the phone and sobbed for a while, stopped crying and gently wiped away the residual tears left in my eyes. It's not dark yet. When I walked into the bedroom, everything in the room hasn't changed. The same desk, wardrobe, sofa and bed haven't changed at all. It's still the same bed sheet with my sister and I's favorite red roses painted on it. It's still the same quilt with double happiness, and a pair of lovely pillows, one for me and one for my sister. In the past, my sister and I were like a newly married couple, but now, I am a lonely bride who doesn't even want to accompany me, and I am extremely lonely.

at the thought of these, my tears will come out again, and I tried my best to restrain them from jumping out of my eyes. I even tried to swallow them in my stomach, but in the end, I didn't suppress them. Sitting on the single person sofa where my sisters used to fight, I thought for a while, feeling very tired and hurt! Think it over! Tired, too. Lying in the bed that suddenly became bigger, my eyes unconsciously closed together, and I went into the dream to find my family, the people I love and the people who love me.

teacher's brief comment: the expression of "true" emotion. Life experience is the best composition theme, and writing it down is the most touching article. The success of this paper lies in the delicate psychological description and environmental description, which deeply touches readers. After reading this article, students who stay behind readers or parents who work will fall into deep meditation.

④ 4 words of tearful composition about the past

There are always countless times in life > Frustration, countless falls, will also drop affectionate tears because of these sudden stumbling blocks. In tears, we cut through thorns, our hearts are baptized and our thoughts are strong.

-Inscription

I have always been a sentimental girl, and I often shed crystal tears in generate because of small things. And my classmates often laugh at me and play tricks on me. The title of' Tears Doll' also falls on me appropriately.

when I came home to wash my face, I looked up and saw me in the mirror, but I was still that childish face, cute but naive! Little did I know that I had experienced fourteen years of vicissitudes. I can't help but shed sad tears again and make up my mind not to cry again.

but the reality is always based on pain. I failed in the mid-term exam, and I was completely defeated, and I was pushed off the top of my report card at once. Rubbing the names on the report card, one after another, kept looking at the bright red score. My heart dam burst again, like a raging flood that immediately overflowed my tears. Feeling that the warm liquid is about to break its promise, the rabbit in my heart can't help jumping-I hurriedly wiped away the tears of generate.

the sky was dim and the plants were withered. I walked helplessly to the path to my home, and my eyes were blank. In a short time, the afterglow of the setting sun stung my eyes. I broke the branches and threw stones into the lake. With a heavy test paper in the bag, I can't help feeling dejected.

In front of my house, my mother still stretched out her neck in the spring breeze, looked at me and stamped her feet from time to time. Seeing that I came back, I couldn't help waving my arms at me happily. When she flew over, I seemed to feel that the wound in my heart was receiving unparalleled comfort. Finally, I couldn't help it. Tears poured out like rushing tears, one by one at a very fast speed. My mother stupidly hugged me generously. In the afterglow of the sunset wine red, I cried again.

when I was calm, my tears stopped. Looking at my mother's warm eyes, I suddenly felt that tears were not cowardly or useless, but were baptized and watered again and again, which made me grow up slowly.

' Next time, it must be better!' Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, I can't help but shine with tears.

(If I can help you, I hope you can adopt it! ! Thank you ~~)

⑤ Write a composition of more than 4 words with tears as the topic

Tears are a source of catharsis. A drop of crystal clear can tell the inner feelings.

When you are wronged or miserable outside, you will always hide your unhappiness in your heart, smile and say nothing, and continue to work hard! Let friends around you rest assured and make yourself stronger. However, when I got home, I saw the parents' worried faces and listened to their words. My strength was long gone, and my tears could not help falling. My weakness could not be completely concealed in front of my parents. I could still curl up in their arms and cry like a child.

Listen, tears are telling me about my affection and my dependence on it.

I always look like a child and can't take care of myself; And she is as old as me, but she can always help me and take care of me when I am at a loss like a sister.

I always get stomachache easily. He knows I have stomach trouble, so he always puts it on his body. And told me to eat on time. He always makes me feel warm. Moved to fill the whole heart, tears will always stay because of every move she gives me. I don't know how to thank you. I just vent my feelings with tears.

Listen, at this moment, tears are telling about my friendship, and I am moved by it.

A tear contains too many emotions. A tear tells my feelings.

⑥ The 4-word narrative of the composition "Tears" echoes from beginning to end

"Your tears, for whom": Tears accompany us through life. Where did you use it? Your tears, for whom?

where does a tear begin?

I don't know whether your heart is cold or hot. Standing alone in the sea of people, I hope someone can accompany me. Half a day, fleeting. Hands are still hanging in the air. The failure of the exam, parents' complaints, and friends' abandonment made Ding Lan listless all day. Am I destined to be like this? She read aloud in her mind. Perhaps, I have come to suffer in this life, to show you a joke. Then let me pick a Mansa Zhuhua and go to the ends of the earth. She went home, packed all her things in her bag, and left without leaving a letter. What's left here is just an empty house and a sad skeleton.

When she came to the seaside, the sea that frightened her was nothing. She didn't even have close contact with the beach in her heart, but left a few footprints on it. "Then let me sleep with the sea. Sister, I will see you soon. " She tried her best to vent all the grievances and dissatisfaction in this world in this cry. She thought: I didn't bring anything when I came, so I should throw everything away when I leave.

getting closer to the sea step by step. The corner of trousers has changed from slightly wet to dark, and gradually, a thick fog enveloped her and her figure disappeared. Just in the distance, in the black sky, across a bunch of meteors. She didn't leave anything, but left her own things behind. It was a meteor-like tear. The meteor fell, and it melted into the sea, and so did she.

please don't cry, son.

This is what a mother said to her child. Mother felt that neither boys nor girls should shed tears easily, which represented submission. The child is being crushed under a big rock at this moment. A thousand pounds of stone, so straight on the child's delicate legs. He screamed in pain, but there was nothing strange in his eyes. What always comes to his mind is what his mother said to him last night.

"Son, I'm afraid I can't accompany you anymore." Mother's body is covered with flowers. "Son …", the mother held back the pain and pulled out her hand under the stone. "son,