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1 Narration of tears in the wind and rain

Everyone, no matter who, has one or two regrets.

The road of life is long and tortuous, full of hardships and happiness, success and failure. In the face of success, each of us always hopes not to fail next time, while in the face of failure, we always hope that I will succeed next time and always regret not working hard.

This is a rainy season, and there is a terrible cold. I walked on a long and sparsely populated road, only remembering that it was very cold. Although I have to go this way every day, I feel so strange today. The sky is raining, the ground is dripping, and I am crying. Taste the pain and regret of rain and tears in your mouth. Why is my name so bleak on the red achievement list? Why are names that are usually very loud so low? Why is my smiling face so sad?

Because I failed!

Recalling the scenes before the middle school entrance examination, I regret it. While others are studying hard, I am thinking about how to spend the three-month holiday this year. While others are still struggling to make papers that smell like snowflakes, I am wholeheartedly and meticulously signing messages for my friends and reading books on other people's sleepless nights. However, I am carefree, hiding under the covers and reading novels ... I dare not think about it any more. In fact, I have no face to think about it. These are enough to prove why I failed.

During the holiday, I was immersed in tears all day. Somehow, my painful tears seemed to flow endlessly. Perhaps as Jia Baoyu said, "My daughter is made of water."

"Why do the green leaves in spring still tremble with faint sadness? Why do the lonely geese in autumn still talk about endless pain? Why does Xia Yu still reveal the lost melancholy? Why do snowflakes in winter express wandering hesitation? " There was a passage in my ear that I recorded in my notes, and my tears came again. Am I not?

In such years, while enduring the sadness of my old friend flying away, I am worried about the unknown fate next year, but I would rather forget it with a difficult problem. I am not a beaten army, I will fight again with the sweat of youth. The sky on the fourth day of the fourth year is no big deal. It's nothing more than wind and rain. Let me wrap my clothes and go ahead in the storm. ...

Comment: Yes, everyone will have regrets in life. In "Tears in the Storm" written by Bai Jinxia, every word and sentence reveals sadness, regret and sadness, all of which are threatening to readers. In this paper, what I feel strongly is the feeling of melancholy and regret because I didn't study hard after I failed in the college entrance examination. In fact, it is untrue to say that when a person is disappointed and regrets, he is not depressed and confused. The most important thing is that he can't get up. Failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is that he can't pick himself up, get up from where he fell, raise the sail of life again and go forward bravely.

Tears in my heart

People, no matter who they are, have one or two regrets, which will be deeply touched and leave bitter memories.

(1) feeling

It's raining lightly outside the station. The people in the car waved colorful umbrellas and waited noisily for the car to arrive. With a squeak, a bus stopped beside people, and people rushed in. I chose a window seat, cut my hair wet by the rain, opened a magazine and read it. I was fascinated, and my eyes were full.

At the next stop, the "thief" swaggered out of the car, and my heart was broken. Tears of regret fell down my eyes, and I tasted that feeling, astringent.

(2) Make a phone call

Out of school, tears have blurred my eyes, the sky is still bright, the sun is still bright, and the flowers are still fragrant. Why don't they feel sad for my sadness?

Deep in the soul, a strong call devours the lonely and helpless heart.

Once, the years left me a footprint of studying hard.

Once, youth rippled my youthful smile.

Tears are still slowly falling, salty and faint, swallowing my whole heart drop by drop, a kind of heartache.

In the twilight, my mother sighed, and my father lay in bed thinking and lost in thought. And I regret not being serious, my soul is calling. I tasted it: acid.

(3) lost

Outside the window, the sunset is still golden and the trees are still lush, but my heart has withered. Read back? Give up? Without the sympathy of my family and the help of my friends, I got lost in the vast sea of people and tasted the lost taste: spicy.

I tasted the taste of regret ―― bitterness.

Comments: This article with three subheadings is novel in writing, successful in scenery description and psychological description, and good in structure of "one point one sum"!

(Comment: Han He)

Tears slipped quietly in the wind.

Zhang Jing, Grade Three1Class 3

Everyone has one or two regrets, and I am no exception.

Late at night, the earth was immersed in sleep, and I leaned against the window alone. The cool breeze dispelled my drowsiness and awakened my mind, and then I suddenly realized that I had failed the list.

Open the diary of the past and the chronicle of history, and my heart flies to my study and life in the past year.

Last August, I came here with confidence. My dream school, Zoucheng No.6 Middle School, has just been hit by the failure of the senior high school entrance examination. I gritted my teeth and made up my mind to work hard, hoping to add more color to my life. As time went on, my will wavered. I don't listen carefully in class, I often whisper in class, and even the most basic homework assigned by the teacher can't be completed seriously.

The senior high school entrance examination is over, and I'm so scared. I'm afraid of other people's eyes and their whispers, because I know that I have little chance of getting into the exam, which can be seen from my learning attitude at school and the materials I haven't turned over yet. Oh, that's terrible.

As expected, I failed in the senior high school entrance examination, so I came again. My heart is very heavy. But fortunately, my parents gave me another chance, a rare opportunity, and now I finally understand-I won't be on cloud nine again.

Maybe you are the grass on the yellow land, maybe you are the peony in the greenhouse, but you should know that your mother built your home with her hands, your comfort is to ignore her blood and sweat, and your willfulness is to devour your parents' hard work. When your parents scrimp and save to buy your beloved books, when your parents rub the dirt on their hands and take over your report card, you should feel that your meager achievements are sorry for every drop of sweat of your parents, and your indulgence is tearing up your parents' hopes.

The cool breeze blew away my father's solid backbone, and the breeze of the years blew away my father's yellowed years and smiling face. The dim light reflected my father's bronze face.

The moon is still so bright, the faint moonlight shines on my father's face through the window, and the snoring after work day and night is like music full of expectations! Looking at my sleeping father, I cried, tears filled my cheeks, and the sun and the moon hurried, so I failed to learn. I regret it.

Comments: After reading your article, I can't help but be moved by your maturity and understanding. Through this article, we can see that your writing skills are quite profound, and your true feelings are revealed between the lines. The sentences are fluent, coherent and poetic, which makes readers memorable. The hierarchical structure is clear and concrete, and the theme and content are coordinated. At the end, it makes people feel meaningful to reveal their own feelings. Yes, "but an inch of grass has a few feelings, and I have three rays of spring." When we came to our parents happily with the report card, we saw their parents smiling wearily. Isn't this like a towel to wipe their sweat? Your article shocked me greatly and is a masterpiece. May you be more brilliant in your future writing and write more and better articles!

(I regretted it later.

Everyone has one or two regrets, so do I. I won't cherish time and seize opportunities.

Recalling the past: I heard the shadow of sleeping in class and heard the voice of trance. After class, the lively scene reappeared in front of my eyes. I still remember last winter, when it snowed, I sat in the classroom, staring at the blackboard, but I was interpreting a landscape of winter snow in my heart. After class, I flew out to have a snowball fight with my classmates. Although banned in many ways, it has never stopped playing with the temptation of snow. Before I could enjoy myself, my trembling heart was interrupted by this damn bell. Walk helplessly to the chaotic classroom. Take out brand-new textbooks, look particularly confused, in the teacher's lecture, into a sweet dream.

Comments now: The pain of failing in the senior high school entrance examination locked my heart like a magic lock, and countless shames and regrets flooded my heart. But after the senior high school entrance examination, my broken heart was too stingy to shed a tear for it. Father's heavy eyes drowned out the passion of hope before the middle school entrance examination, and the idea of repeating reading changed his indifferent and helpless eyes. I have returned to this campus that has made countless people feel sorry and sad, and I have been studying hard for another year!

Looking to the future: the wise choice gave me the opportunity to take the senior high school entrance examination, experienced teachers, helpful classmates, comfortable classrooms, and lessons learned from my failure in the senior high school entrance examination one year. Believe in yourself, hurry up, just like a song sung by a star: Tomorrow is like a box of chocolate candy, full of imagination, disappointment is a phone number that you can't dial occasionally, and there is always an answer after several attempts. Believe in yourself, after a year's cold window, the pressure of failure turns into the driving force of success, and the bright red notice will always reach me.

Regret, finally tasted, so bitter! However, this is not a bad thing, maybe it is a good thing, and it will also make you bitter and sweet.

I regret it, until now I understand that there is no medicine in the world that can be used to treat regret, and those who know how to regret are smart people.

There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down!

Comments: In fact, there are thousands of regrets in Qian Qian's life, and no one has never experienced regrets in his own life. Zhang Yuxia's article "No Regret", with novel writing techniques and melancholy words, truly reproduces the complex inner feelings of a student who failed in the senior high school entrance examination. Madame Curie once said, "Where you fall, you will get up." What's wrong with repeating? Repetition is not terrible. As long as you cheer up again, tomorrow will be brilliant!

(Comment: Yao Shanrong)

Unforgettable regret

Everyone, no matter who, has one or two regrets. I am no exception.

Whenever I sit at the window and look at the twinkling stars in the sky, I really want to shout: Uncle, where are you? I was wrong!

It happened one day during the summer vacation. Although it has passed, I always regret it when I think about it.

That morning, after I finished breakfast, my father called me to him and said, "Yan Ping, go to the post office and post a letter for me. By the way, you can go to the bookstore to read books. " I muttered to myself: at what age, I still write letters, but I am very happy when I hear that I can read for a while. Today I finally got rid of my summer homework.

When I arrived at the post office, I bought stamps and was about to write a letter, only to find that I forgot to bring my pen. I'm worried. A PLA uncle around me saw my mind. After he finished writing, he smiled and handed me a beautiful pen and went there to buy stamps himself. After I finished, my uncle was still in the crowd. Looking at that pen, I thought: what a beautiful pen, or a hero card! If only it belonged to me! Thinking about thinking, a thought flashed through my mind-take it away.

So, I quickly left the post office, forgot to read, and ran home in a panic. Looking back while running, I always feel that my uncle is chasing me. Gradually, away from the post office, my heart slowly stopped beating.

I took out my pen, and when my eyes fell on the bright word "hero", my heart seemed to be pricked. Hero? What is a hero? Is taking someone else's pen a hero? My uncle enthusiastically helped me when I was in trouble, but I was treacherous and took his pen instead!

I turned sharply and ran towards the post office in the scorching sun. When I got there, my soul was gone and my uncle was gone.

I have been holding that pen, and my mistake is irreparable. My heart is sour and I want to cry. That pen prompted me to write this article.

Comments: The article has clear narrative clues, accurate material selection, good response from beginning to end, complete structure, proper language use, thorough and accurate reasoning and full of life interest.

(Comment: Zhou Changmei)

An unpleasant past

People, no matter who they are, are one or two things we regret. It makes us regret and let us go back to the sour past.

I often hear students say: I am too tired in grade three. But by the third day, I didn't feel tired at all, even more relaxed than before.

I was very serious in the third grade, until later, I met my deskmate. She is a cheerful and lively girl. Within a few days, we became good friends. In class, we always talk and don't listen to the teacher. After class, we talked and laughed endlessly. We hardly did the homework assigned by the teacher. Slowly, as expected, our grades plummeted.

I remember one time, we went out to the market secretly without class. There are many people in the market, and the weather is very hot. I took a step and looked around for a week. I am afraid that the teacher will find that the heavy footsteps are still moving forward, without purpose and direction. I'm already sweating in the sun, and buying a bottle of water won't help. Finally, a class passed and I dragged her to the classroom.

A month or two before the college entrance examination, I tried, but time passed and I couldn't come back. The result is not worth mentioning. I regret it very much I'm joking about my future. If I can listen to the teacher carefully and finish my homework carefully, will I have such an ending?

On that ridiculous day, I didn't feel too much anxiety, but I felt very happy, but I didn't know that there was still a bumpy road waiting for me behind happiness. I just covet temporary happiness and get sour tears.

I'm sorry and helpless, but what's the use of regretting? I should draw lessons from yesterday and create a better tomorrow.

People will have regrets in this life, which may be big or small. Looking back, although I feel humiliated, I can't be depressed. Why not treat it as an episode in life and bury it in our deepest heart?

Comments: This article starts with a topic, goes straight to the theme, expresses feelings, re-examines oneself, thinks about life, summarizes the past and looks forward to the future with a mature eye, with wonderful structure and rich love and literature.

(Comment: Zhou Changmei)

regretful tears

Wang Juan, Class 7, Grade 3.

People always have one or two regrets, and I am no exception. In this beautiful autumn, the cool autumn wind blows at will and blows away my memory.

In the second day of junior high school, I did well in my class. The previous exams were all in the top ten of my class. Think about how many sleepless nights I worked hard before the exam and finally won. After that, I was immersed in this joy, forgetting my future achievements and what the teacher said not to be proud.

Slowly, I began to talk in class, instead of listening attentively, thinking that I had learned everything the teacher said, so I didn't need to listen any more, and my homework was worse than before. There are always bright red marks in homework, regardless of anything.

In the final mid-term exam, my grades plummeted, and the whole class took 20 exams. I can't believe it, and I dare not go home to face my classmates. All this made me cry in public.

With this unsatisfactory report card, I dare not go home, and I don't want to go home. I can't bear to see my father hunched over for me, and I can't bear to see the wrinkles on my mother's face carved for me by years. That day, the way home seemed very close. When I got home, my mother opened the door for me, took my schoolbag and went to the house to cook for me. When I saw my mother's temples on both sides, tears of regret flooded my face again.

Dad is outside, repairing my bike. He seems to have spent a lot of effort, and sweat is hanging on his forehead. He didn't seem to notice it, but he still devoted himself to repairing it. I am sad and regretful to see what my parents did to me, but I am to blame for all this, and I deserve it.

I regret that I didn't study hard at the beginning, but now I can't recover the lost time. I want to try again in this limited time.

The ups and downs on the road of life should be faced correctly. When encountering difficulties and setbacks, we should look up bravely. Sunshine is always after the wind and rain, and the clouds are scattered. Cherish all the touches, and every hope is in your hands.

The cool autumn wind blew on my face again, drying my tears of regret. Rain is coming, can the rainbow be far behind after rain?

Comments: The article is well coordinated from beginning to end. The emotional process is ups and downs, and the scenery is mixed with emotions, with distinct levels. It describes personal feelings, sincere feelings, simple and concise language, plain but true and credible.

(Comment: Zhou Changmei)

Looking for the lost world

Everyone, no matter who, has one or two regrets. Regret, I think it has permeated me for a whole year. After more than ten cycles of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I slowly found myself losing something and looking for it.

Meditation spring

White clouds float in the air like fish scales, quietly. I walked along the country road, humming "Go Home". I am in a good mood today. I have been failing the physics exam, but this time I broke the drought-more than 40 points. It can be described as "more than enough"!

Open the door. Why is nobody there? It doesn't matter. I found my sister asleep in bed. There are two lines of tears on her cheek. Looking at her holding a "97" test paper, my face suddenly burned. I can't help asking myself, "What's wrong with you? Don't you feel sorry and embarrassed? "

torrid summer

The weather is sultry. Really thirsty. I go to buy popsicles by bike. Took five cents out of his pocket and threw it playfully into the sewer. A chubby little girl stopped me: "Sister, your money!" " "I looked back and left. When I turned around, the little girl was still standing there with a puzzled expression on her face. I still feel very hot, although I have eaten popsicles.

Depressed autumn

When I come home late because I secretly went to the movies, I will find another excuse. I think my mother will know, but she still said so gently, "Eat quickly!" " "I feel as sour as vinegar.

Winter of repentance

After the snow, I accidentally knocked down an old lady on my way to school. I was scared and fled in panic with the encouragement of my classmates. If I were a child, I don't think so.

Until one day, I had a dream. Dreamed of God. God didn't criticize me or send me to hell. He said to me, "You are not too bad. I think you already know what you have lost. Very important! " "

Finally, I found that childlike innocence gradually left me, along with its innocence, kindness and frankness.

I want to use my actions to save it, which is indispensable in a beautiful world.

Comments: The author pours out his true feelings and chooses seemingly ordinary but extraordinary materials to express the theme. The writing method is quite ingenious and novel. The themes of the four subheadings are bright, eye-catching, outstanding, philosophical, vivid and infectious.

(Comment: Zhou Changmei)

sleepless night

People, no matter who they are, have one or two things to regret. Wind and rain and storms can't change them, and they have taken root in my heart.

Outside the window, it was dark. From time to time came the sound of raindrops beating on the branches and leaves. It is raining harder and harder, and the room looks very gloomy. I am doing my homework in a leaking room. Suddenly, there was a loud thunder and the lights went out. My eyes suddenly turned black and I swore, "What bad weather is terrible." Pick up the book in the dark and throw it on the ground. My mother, who is sewing clothes for me, came over. She picked up her notebook and rushed into the rain without saying a word.

My anger gradually dissipated, and my heart was broken when I looked at my mother's back in the rain. I can't imagine my mother at this time. The rain is still falling, and the branches outside the window are swinging back and forth. I feel a little uneasy on this stormy night.

Footsteps in the rain are getting closer and closer. I ran out of the house quickly. As soon as my mother saw me, she quickly called, "Come in, you'll catch cold." When I entered the room, a flash of lightning suddenly fell from the sky. For an instant, I saw my mother's face. The rain on my forehead rolled down my cheeks, and my fluffy hair was wet. Then, only one place on her body is clean! Her hand in her pocket and a brand-new candle.

The faint candlelight can only illuminate my writing space. By candlelight, I saw my mother mending clothes again. Her face is kind and warm. It is so cold and heartless outside the window, but there is a warm breath in this small leaking room. I no longer feel dark, maybe my mother in candlelight has become a candle, and I feel infinitely bright.

My heart is still uneasy, as if to say something, but I feel very heavy and heavy in my heart. Recalling the scenes just now, I can't stop crying. I cried. I broke my mother's heart.

On this unforgettable night, the whole village was silent, people had already fallen asleep, but I couldn't sleep. Maybe I have to tell my mother my heart again in my dream.

Mom, do you know your daughter's heart? Ah, mother by candlelight, why are your eyes shining faintly ... why is your figure so tall and straight.

Comments: With the help of scenery description, character appearance description and this close-up, the article reveals a child's monologue to his mother's mind, which is concise, vivid and very infectious.

regret

In my life, I have experienced many things, some want to be happy, some want to be upset, some are exciting, some are regrettable ... but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind.

It was the day of the third grade, and the teacher asked us to write an imaginary composition, mainly about what we want to invent when we grow up and what is the use of this thing. When I got home, I racked my brains and couldn't think of anything to write. Thanks to many of my books, I soon found an article in Contemporary Pupils. I looked, hey! As the teacher asked, he copied it casually. ...

The next day in class, the teacher asked us to read the composition one by one. At that time, I was dumbfounded, and there seemed to be a little rabbit jumping in my heart. I silently thought, I hope my classmates haven't read this composition, and I hope they won't expose me ... After a while, it was my turn, and I read it with trepidation. After reading the composition, the teacher praised me for my good writing, fluent sentences and novel content ... but how harsh these praises sound to me today! Suddenly, a classmate stood up and said, "Teacher, I have read this composition!" " "Then, the students chattered," I saw it, too! """I have seen it!" Suddenly, my face turned red and I bowed my head, afraid to look at my teachers and classmates. After a while, I suddenly looked up and looked at the teacher in shame. Unexpectedly, the teacher is looking at me with kind eyes, as if to ask: is this the case? I felt even worse and lowered my head again. This time, my head hangs deeper!

After a while, the teacher kindly said to my classmates and me, "I believe Zhang will definitely change!" " Right? Zhang Zhiwei? "

I looked at my teachers and classmates, and tears welled up in my eyes.

regret

In my mind, I recorded a lot of things. Those things sparkle like beautiful shells. But there is still a dark shell hidden in these shells, which I will never forget.

It was in the fifth grade last semester. After school that day, I felt a headache and I was bored all over. When I got home, I took out my exercise book and did my homework as usual. At this time, my head was heavy and my chest was stuffy, so I drank a glass of water and sat for a while. After I got better, I continued to write. Write and write, finally finished my math homework, and then look at my watch. It's six o'clock. After eating a meal in a hurry, I did my Chinese homework and only wrote a little. I couldn't hold on any longer. I wanted to lie down for a while, but I fell asleep unconsciously. Mom pushed the door and came in. When she saw that I was asleep, she told me to get up and take some medicine. After taking the medicine, she said, "I'll write it for you." I opened my eyes and agreed in a daze.

The next morning, I came to school and opened my exercise book. I let out a cry and remembered last night. I don't want to hand it in, but I'm afraid the class representative will find that my exercise book is missing. What should I do? Look at me. I'm a little hesitant. I think I put my exercise book at the bottom, so I'd better hand it in. I've been anxious all morning. School will be over soon. The teacher took some exercise books and walked into the classroom. Suddenly my heart beat faster. When the teacher called me to the podium, I felt my face burning. The teacher asked me to look at my homework. I saw several big words written at the back of the homework: Did you write it? I suddenly knew what to say, only to find that the whole class was watching me. I dare not say, but on second thought, the teacher must have seen it. If I don't tell, the teacher will criticize me. Finally, I finally got up the courage and agreed. My classmates looked at me in surprise, and I felt very sorry. Why did I ask my mother to write? Why not get up early in the morning and finish your homework? Why not let mom write the situation in the exercise book? I regreted ...

I came home at noon, didn't change clothes or eat, sat at the desk in a hurry, rewrote my homework seriously and straight, and handed it to the teacher immediately in the afternoon.

Although it has been a long time, I regret it when I think about it. I hope there is no such disgraceful shell in my mind. Narration of tears in the wind and rain

Everyone, no matter who, has one or two regrets.

The road of life is long and tortuous, full of hardships and happiness, success and failure. In the face of success, each of us always hopes not to fail next time, while in the face of failure, we always hope that I will succeed next time and always regret not working hard.

This is a rainy season, and there is a terrible cold. I walked on a long and sparsely populated road, only remembering that it was very cold. Although I have to go this way every day, I feel so strange today. The sky is raining, the ground is dripping, and I am crying. Taste the pain and regret of rain and tears in your mouth. Why is my name so bleak on the red achievement list? Why are names that are usually very loud so low? Why is my smiling face so sad?

Because I failed!

Recalling the scenes before the middle school entrance examination, I regret it. While others are studying hard, I am thinking about how to spend the three-month holiday this year. While others are still struggling to make papers that smell like snowflakes, I am wholeheartedly and meticulously signing messages for my friends and reading books on other people's sleepless nights. However, I am carefree, hiding under the covers and reading novels ... I dare not think about it any more. In fact, I have no face to think about it. These are enough to prove why I failed.

During the holiday, I was immersed in tears all day. Somehow, my painful tears seemed to flow endlessly. Perhaps as Jia Baoyu said, "My daughter is made of water."

"Why do the green leaves in spring still tremble with faint sadness? Why do the lonely geese in autumn still talk about endless pain? Why does Xia Yu still reveal the lost melancholy? Why do snowflakes in winter express wandering hesitation? " There was a passage in my ear that I recorded in my notes, and my tears came again. Am I not?

In such years, while enduring the sadness of my old friend flying away, I am worried about the unknown fate next year, but I would rather forget it with a difficult problem. I am not a beaten army, I will fight again with the sweat of youth. The sky on the fourth day of the fourth year is no big deal. It's nothing more than wind and rain. Let me wrap my clothes and go ahead in the storm. ...