The excellent composition of tears

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A long time ago, in the mountains, an old man and his granddaughter Yao Yao lived alone. Yao Yao is very delicate, but she is blind.

There is a towering tree in the mountain, named "Running Tree". This tree can spit out 1000 bubbles. As long as the blind man's eyes touch this 1000 bubble, then this person can see the light, but the life of the tree will come to an end.

Yao Yao grew up touching the bubble tree, and her joys and sorrows would be confided to the bubble tree. Bao Mingshu watched Yao Yao grow up, and her every move, word and deed were deeply loved by Bao Mingshu.

In a blink of an eye, Yao Yao is 13 years old and has grown into a slim girl. Bubble Ming tree looked into Yao Yao's eyes, and his heart was full of ideas. How happy Yao Yao would be if she knew that soaking in bright trees would make her see the light!

Finally, one day, Bao Ming made up his mind to let his beloved Yao Yao see the light of day again.

On this day, Yao Yao came to Bao Mingshu again. Bao Shuming asked her, "Yao Yao, do you want to have bright eyes?" "Of course." Yao Yao said excitedly, but then she said quietly, "However, that's impossible." "No, blessing, I can let you see the light. A thousand bubbles I spit touch your eyes, and you can see the light. "

As he spoke, the bubble tree began to spit bubbles. One, two, three ... After a long time, I spit out 1000 bubbles. Yao Yao presented a colorful world before her eyes, and she saw it! She saw the world for the first time in her life.

Yao Yao soon found Baoming Tree and went to see her benefactor. But she looked around and saw nothing, only an empty land appeared in front of her eyes. At this moment, Bao Mingshu's voice came from a distance: "Yao Yao, I'm leaving. Don't feel sorry for me. I just hope you cherish your eyes. Remember, I am it. "

Yao Yao watched/kloc-0.000 beautiful bubbles floating in the air, shining with colorful lights under the sunlight ... Yao Yao whispered, "Soak the bright trees ..."

A drop of crystal tears slid across her beautiful face.

The excellent composition 2 of Tears is called Childhood, but it is not small. I was in the second grade at that time. When they said their child was a man, I could only watch silently. Yes, I'm not strong. It is precisely because of this personality defect that it became my biggest tear point at that time.

The night before, I made an appointment with my cousin and invited him to my house for the night. I am very happy. I think of two people having fun together and waiting for tomorrow with great expectation. On that day, the moon was dark and windy. I sat at the door, waiting for my cousin, waiting for the green car to come to my house. To my surprise, my cousin also came. Another playmate, thinking, * * * shared a big meal and felt that today was really a perfect day.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to leave. I never gave up, but I know my cousin will spend the night at my house today and hold his hand. However, my cousin followed my cousin and left me alone. I saw them pass in front of my eyes and gradually disappeared at a point. Tears swirled in my eyes. Why? Why on earth is this? There must be a skeleton in my closet. I want to know, but I don't know. I wonder if I did something to make my cousin unhappy. It happened so suddenly that it stimulated my brain. I'm tired of crying. I didn't even take a shower, so I went to sleep. When I woke up, I found tears all over my pillow. That time I was injured, my mother comforted me that "you have grown up" and suddenly remembered. There must be a lot of secrets about that. I dried my tears and lived a brand-new day.

Today, I met many similar things. Maybe I will still shed tears, but I will not be weak again, because I know that difficulties are like springs. If you are weak, it is strong, and if you are strong, it is weak. I am like an eagle, growing up after a painful transformation. So I'm a man, too.

The excellent composition of tears can be described as a child who lost his father at birth and soon died of grief. In this way, almost everyone who knows her thinks she is ominous. Therefore, she developed an autistic character. Precocious, she left other relatives early. At the seaside, perhaps only the endless sea can soothe her vicissitudes.

The decomposition of dawn is inextricably linked, and it falls obliquely on a pot of daffodils on the windowsill. It can be said that the window was opened, and the faint fragrance filled the whole cabin. Linger smelled the kindness in the room, finally woke up from a dream and opened her eyes lazily: "Your bed is so comfortable. Can I stay here for a week? "

"It doesn't matter, you want to live, I also lack a partner. If you like, you can live all your life. " Take out two loaves of bread from the cupboard, slice them and make two cups of milk.

"However, I really can only stay for a week. I must complete my mission, or many people will lose happiness."

It can be said that I don't completely believe Linger's words, but when I heard that she was leaving in a week, I couldn't help feeling sad.

"Miss Yu-"A very old voice came from outside.

"It must be God's mother-in-law. Linger, you eat first and I'll open the door. "

Outside the door stood an old woman with gray temples. She has a pair of sharp eyes and can see through people at a glance.

God's mother-in-law is actually a metaphorical servant. Not only that, she is also the only one who really cares about metaphor. Because she is good at divination and knows the stars, she is called "God's mother-in-law". Over time, no one called her by her real name. Probably no one can remember her real name now.

Although it snowed heavily last night, there was no sound at all, just like a kitten walking. The little snowflake wanted to surprise the people who were sleeping in the house, and heard people open the window early in the morning and shout, "Ah! It's snowing! " What a warm cheer! "Little snowflake psychological dawn, the tree became a snow tree, the house became a snow house, and even the path was almost buried.

This should be the first time that the little snowflake scattered on the road speculates noisily: "The first one who found us today must be the mother who went to buy food." "Not necessarily, maybe an uncle went to work." Snowflakes are talking noisily. At this moment, I saw a door open and an uncle came out of the room. Snowflake immediately closed her mouth and pricked up her ears, but uncle didn't say a word for a long time. Strangely, he was on crutches when he was very young.

Snowflake was very angry and thought: This uncle is too cold and doesn't care about us at all! So, they turned over hard together and let their uncle fall to the ground. Little snowflake is much happier! Snowflakes are angry, and the consequences are very serious. But my uncle didn't get up immediately after he fell to the ground, but stroked the little snowflake. After a while, he shouted excitedly in the air: "It's snowing! It's snowing! " All the doors and windows are open. People shouted happily, "It's snowing!" . Just as Snowflake was wondering, a boy came running to him and said, "Uncle Blind, thank you for telling us it's snowing. The snow is really beautiful! "

Snowflake was surprised. What? Is this a blind uncle? We also let him wrestle. The blind uncle walked farther and farther on crutches. Looking at the back of the blind uncle, they finally could not help but quietly shed tears.

At this time, careful people can hear the tears of snowflakes dripping from trees and eaves.

With the first thunder at noon, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Why do you always blame me? It is clearly a younger brother! " I asked loudly. Dad is very angry with me. His hair looks like a hedgehog.

"Then why don't you understand us? We don't know whether you did it or who did it. You can't mess up the quilt like this! " Dad said he wanted to pick up a super heavy weapon-a belt.

Besides, my mother is different from usual. She has always hated hitting people, but she walked out of my room with her brother expressionless. I am very wronged, but more angry. I quickly slipped away from my father and ran downstairs without looking back. Downstairs, I sat on the doorman's bench and grumbled about my parents. Although my uncle expressed sympathy for my experience, as an adult, he still said to me:

"Son, although you were scolded by your parents and wronged, but ..."

"You don't understand me!" I let out a cry of anger.

"Boom-"accompanied by a loud thunder, it rained cats and dogs outside the museum. I ran back to the stairs, holding my head, crying and rolling in the thunder, as if telling the injustice of fate to me.

"Jingxi, where are you? Mom and dad are wrong about you, come out quickly, my brother has admitted his mistake! "

In the sound of crying and muffled thunder, I vaguely heard the voice. I stood up and ran not far from the source of the sound. The father with better eyesight waved and his face was full of apologies.

At midnight, the rain stopped and tears were still on my red face. I looked at the bright moon and smelled the fresh air, salty and faint. A drop of rain fell from the wire of the security net and hit the balcony, tick, tick, tick. ...

At that moment, I succeeded.

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Tears are colorful, some express happiness, some express regret, and some express grievances. At that moment, I cried because of my success. ...

On this day, I came to the classroom, which was full of messy chairs. "What's the matter?" I look puzzled. "I didn't go to the wrong classroom. My interest class is very poor in hygiene. "

At this time, a hand reached over, pulled my schoolbag over, unzipped it, and it came over ... "thud thud-"books and pens were spilled on the ground, and I suddenly understood: there was a "Xiong Haizi" here! It seems that these weeks have not been easy.

At this time, the teacher rushed over, grabbed the person behind me and scolded him. Only then did I see clearly what he was wearing: wearing a cap, carrying a small bag and having a scar on his face that I don't know when. What do you think? It's all hooliganism. At this moment, another student came over and whispered to me, "Be careful of him. There used to be 10 students in the class, and now eight of them are angry with him, so now there are only three of us. "

I don't think so: "not necessarily, he's just a little naughty. It's okay."

But he immediately gave me a scare: when I was taking my notebook, he quickly walked up to me, picked up a pen and threw it into the trash can, so I had to pick it up again.

Since then, he has become worse. I couldn't help wanting to leave here many times, but at this moment, I remembered a sentence: "Hold back, you can get better." I calm down and face it. He glared at me in the back, and I ignored him and did my own thing ... A month later, after the exam, I touched the 90-point paper and cried.

It's raining heavily outside.

The excellent composition of tears 7 sadness brings us tears, anger brings us water, trouble brings us tears, and joy brings us tears. Every tear is a story, and every tear constitutes a memory. ...

I always wanted to be a small host when I was a child, and I felt very proud to stand on the stage. In the third grade, I finally had the opportunity to participate in the selection of the host.

I was confident, but I seemed to be overconfident. We sat down and listened carefully to the rules. The teacher said to us, "Students, we have specially prepared a host for you this time, so you can choose the host." At some point, the teacher took out a moderator's speech and showed it to us. Whoever reads well will be the moderator. My heart began to feel uneasy, and I was even more uneasy when I saw those dense black fonts. Nevertheless, confident, I was the first to raise my hand: "Teacher, I'll go first!" " "Good, come on!" I went up to get the manuscript and suddenly panicked: what should I do? I don't know any of these words, dear! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Seeing the commotion below, I had to bite the bullet and start. Just after reading a sentence, I bowed awkwardly and went down. Watching others read fluently, I clenched my fist. Secretly cheer for yourself, be sure to work hard!

In the selection of the fourth grade, my ability improved a lot, I overcame all the difficulties and got the final ranking. When I heard my name appear on the final list, my tears suddenly overflowed my eyes. Those are not tears of sadness, but tears of joy!

"Failure is the mother of success", the first attempt will not succeed, but as long as you work hard, you will succeed the second time. On the way to success, I shed tears of happiness in the dawn of victory!

Mother's tears are tears of happiness, tears of emotion … Last Mother's Day, my mother shed tears.

Last Mother's Day, I was going to surprise my mother, so I got up early in the morning and bought some big balloons, five candles and four fried chicken chops for use at night.

Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon finally arriving in the afternoon, what a long afternoon! It's five o'clock. I'm going to cook a candlelight dinner. I am the first chef in the world. No matter what dishes, as long as they reach my hands, they will become delicious and mouth-watering meals. What I'm going to do tonight is: fried chicken chops and homemade grape juice.

I started cooking. First, I fried the chicken I bought in a pot. Hot oil and water splashed on my hands, forming small bubbles. I am in pain, and I must endure it, but I must endure it no matter how painful it is to think of my mother's happy appearance. Finally, after all kinds of "hardships", the barely passable chicken chops were bombed. I divide them evenly in two plates, then put the fried eggs aside and sprinkle with ketchup. Then I poured the squeezed grape juice into the cup, and finally dinner was ready. I make candles in the shape of love. Finally, hang the balloon above the table. Seeing that my mother will be back soon, I immediately lit the candle and turned off the light at home, only to hear "er …" my mother knocked at the door. "Happy holidays, Mom!" I said. Mom laughs happily at home. While eating my cooking, I sang songs and told jokes to my mother. My mother was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, but there was a bright thing flashing in the corner of her eye!

At that time, my mother's tears made me feel grown up, sensible and happy.

Perhaps, it is the boredom of junior high school life, or perhaps I am sentimental. In a word, I find life boring.

At home, I am a sad girl. Do you know that?/You know what? The sky is only a little dim, like the road of thought, forever far away-far away, life can never be cared for, and the net-making sky can give me a faint warmth. Sadness, followed by tears, tears dripping on the skirt, spread, wet the skirt, but also wet the heart. Not only that, the piles of test papers and tutorial books are much more joyful than in primary school, but less sad than in my heart. ...

Meditate in my heart and want to be a child again. Just as she "doesn't want to grow up", I really prefer to be "stupid forever". Although silly, I have childlike innocence and childlike interest. I can bungee jump in the shade, surpass myself on the treadmill on the balcony, laugh loudly in the game equipment in the amusement park, and coquetry in my mother's arms and my father's knees ... Yes, I am buried in the sea of books now and have no happiness. Although I loved literature so much in primary school, I love reading so much now, but when I read extracurricular books, my mother's voice will ring: "What's so good about miscellaneous books?" Look at the counseling book! " God, where is the mother who loved and hurt me before? Now there are only endless complaints and abuse.

May be sensitive, I always turn my head mechanically, as if there is something. But the door is always gently left unlocked, and the family is very peaceful. In my memory, my family is very lively. Grandma, a kind old man, has the same personality as me, loves to laugh and talk, but she is still like this, but I have changed. Because she is no longer in my junior high school family.

I don't want to grow up!

The excellent composition of tears 10 People will experience many farewells in their life. They are separated from their friends' "the sea rises and the moon rises, cicadas sing a thousand miles", from the yin and yang of their loved ones, and even from the life and death of pets ... They are all a heavy brand in your life, and they will all make you the crystallization of their feelings-tears.

There used to be some old cats in my house. One of them is an old cat named Tom. It is the oldest cat. When I was a child, it came to my big family and became a member of the family.

I was only two years old at that time, and nothing happened. The only fun is to fight it on the balcony and chase it in the alley. Playing it in the park ... sometimes, the whole day is spent in such laughter. But what always makes me regret is that I have never held it and touched its silky hair. Sometimes, I can only squat on the balcony and watch it play with other cats, imagining picking it up and combing its smooth hair with my hands. ...

However, people will get old after all, and so will cats. In the last year or two, its posture has also become senile. Its skills have also become dull and clumsy. Originally, I was fine. Although I am old, I occasionally go out to play. However, one day it disappeared, and I thought it was going out to "breathe fresh air". But he hasn't shown up for seven days. Once I went for a walk in the park, suddenly I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Tears poured out uncontrollably. That's Tom's body. Tears fell to the ground, showing the bit by bit I spent with it. I run with it under the yellow fault, and I play with it in the moonlight. ...

Finally, I buried it under a mud in the park and left, looking at it reluctantly, but the crystal tears were still shining in the corner of my eyes. ...

The arrival of the excellent composition of Tears (1 1) puts a heavy yoke on each of us.

Heavy burden: the teacher's teaching, parents' nagging ... haunts our ears. As the saying goes, exams are a teacher's magic weapon. Scores are the lifeblood of students. This widely circulated word is the most representative "buzzword" among students. The mid-term exam has passed, but I am more nervous than before. One day, two days, three days ... the paper came out, and the result was like this. The grade of the whole class is like a thermometer in winter-it's back.

The old class saw the results, needless to say, it was also trouble and surprise. Our grade is like this in Class Two, Grade Seven ... With the arrival of the new week, we held a class meeting with the theme of "Grade Analysis Meeting". Hosted by Jin Xinxin, she taught us many learning methods and benefited us a lot. Next, she made a speech about learning mode. Wu Yiman has made the greatest progress in our class. She said: "My parents and my brother, who are caregivers all day, got up early and looked at their frozen hands, and I felt sorry for them." What a simple sentence, although not as good as a famous saying, makes me feel that every word is well-written. At this time, I have. Whose parents don't get up early for their children and whose parents don't want their children to succeed.

Then the old class spoke. When the teacher mentioned Wu Yiman, he cried and looked at the tears on the teacher's red face. My heart is shaking. The teacher said that if you want to study well, you must first learn to be grateful and have a grateful heart in your life. The teacher's tears are not only touching but also inspiring, inspiring us to work hard and be grateful. The teacher's tears will always be in my heart. Teacher's tears, let's move forward, move forward. ...

Excellent composition of tears 12 This tear is not mine, nor Fan Laodou's, but Ren Dou's around me.

As we all know, a science teacher from a foreign school is coming to give a lecture in our class. So we prepared a science class for one night.

When we went to the future classroom today, Fan Laodou said to us, "I won't leave you any homework if you behave well!" "I am very excited to hear this sentence, and so are my classmates. They all want Fan Laodou to do less homework. I think we will do well in that class, and Fan Laodou will give us less homework. Sure enough, my guess was right, but I guessed the beginning but not the end.

Because there was no queue when we came back, and I, a useless class cadre, took the lead and ran back to the classroom, which made Fan Laodou fly into a rage. Another important reason is that Ren Dou sent a small gift when she came back, and I, a useless class cadre, took the lead in robbing it! I'm here to reflect on myself deeply. It is this performance that makes Fan Laodou give us more homework.

After Teacher Fan finished speaking to us, one classmate after another went to Ren Dou and used verbal humiliation and mental trauma to her. xxxx ... Ren Dou finally couldn't accept such a blow, and a huge tear swirled in her eyes. Next to Liu Dou, while comforting Ren Dou, she persuaded others not to say Ren Dou. At the moment when Ren Dou's inner defense line was breached, a tear appeared, which turned the war around. Fan Laodou seemed to perceive something and said to us, "Classmates, things have turned around. I won't let any outstanding children go home with grievances!" You can stop doing your homework! " At that moment, everyone regarded Ren Dou as a god. I think the joy of this moment must have diluted the pain at that time.

Thank you! Ren dou! Thank you! A tear to save the world.

Good composition of tears 13 Everyone will shed tears, including tears of sorrow for losing their loved ones, tears of regret for doing something wrong, and tears of happiness. I am a crying child. Every time I cry, my father always says, "Be strong. Have you ever seen me cry? " When my mother couldn't help crying while watching TV, my father always comforted her and said, "That's fiction, there's no need to cry." I sometimes think that my father is a man with a heart of stone and never cries. But once, when I was in the third grade, just after June 1st, I got a few little red dot, which was a little itchy. I told my dad nothing, maybe I ate something allergic, because I was in poor health when I was a child. But after a month, my little red dot became a red pimple, itchy as hell, and I couldn't sleep every night. Dad was very worried, and a person led me to Taiyuan to see a doctor. At that time, my father comforted me that it was nothing, just checking. But when I got to the hospital, the doctor said it was a stubborn skin disease and difficult to treat. Dad was so anxious to explain my illness to the doctor that he almost blushed and quarreled with the doctor. Finally, several doctors diagnosed it. Dad was speechless at that time.

I remember very clearly that my father's eyes were full of tears as soon as he got out of the clinic. Maybe he was afraid that I would see him, so he took a few steps and hid in a remote corner. I ran over and saw my father with tears on his face, sobbing in a low voice from time to time. "Dad, what's the matter with you?" I asked.

"Nothing, son, maybe the doctor here was misdiagnosed. Let's go to Beijing to see you. " Dad choked to answer.

I am so stupid that I can't understand my father's mood at all, let alone why he is crying.

Touching things can be a movie, a novel or even a sentence. What moved me more was my friendship with my good friend Xiaoli. ...

It was a sunny afternoon, and Xiaoli and I made an appointment to pick lotus leaves in the lotus pond at night, which could go smoothly. Unexpectedly, the sky suddenly changed, and the wind roared and drizzled on my face. I am leisurely playing with the temptation of computer games, which makes me forget Xiaomei's agreement. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the sky thundered and hit me higher than myself. I quickly stood up, grabbed the red umbrella, ran downstairs in three steps and rushed down in two steps. I can't wait to fly to the lotus pond.

"pattering" I stepped on the stagnant water and tried my best to run forward. The flying water column splashed all over me, and I ignored him. As I ran, I shouted Xiaomei's name and blushed. In order to play games, even my friends may be left behind, anyway!

In the dim light, I saw a little girl standing blankly in the dense bamboo forest. I panicked and approached her. Sure enough, she is my good friend. Xiaomei has a thick newspaper in her hand, her clothes are soaked, and she still has a big lotus flower in her mouth for me. Not Amway, staring at the lotus pond, hoping I can be there!

That petite figure looks so fragile in the wind and rain ... I feel something in my throat, and my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. I am ashamed, sad and self-reproached, and I am also gratified and happy to have such a good friend. I quickly used a red umbrella to shelter her from the rain, and tears of happiness hung on our faces. ...

On a foggy night, two little girls walked with antivenom and stopped to laugh.

15 Christmas children got what they wanted, and I really wanted a gift, but I was looking forward to it. Until 10, my parents still didn't come back. ...

"Ding-dong ..." The doorbell rang, and I couldn't wait to put on my shoes to open the door. It's dad. Dad didn't bring me a present, and my heart suddenly became cold. I couldn't help running to bed and crying.

At the point of 1 1, the children were rung again. I put on my shoes slowly and walked to the door. As soon as I opened the door, a cold wind blew on my face, and I couldn't help shivering. I saw some snow on my mother's body. My mother was afraid of snow, so she began to take out her bag. I saw my mother take out a box from her bag. My heart warms up again. I immediately grabbed the gift and ran to the desk without closing the door. I opened the gift box and saw a blue mouse: round but dark eyes, a long beard, a slight smile and a love in my hand. I looked at the box again, hoping to find something else, but there was only one piece of paper:

Son, mom loves you. I know this gift must not be to your liking. Sorry, this mouse is your zodiac, and its body color is your favorite blue. Mom often comes back late, and I know you miss me very much. Let her stay with you in the future.

I cried again, and accidentally pressed the love "Lala ~ Barabara ~ Mom loves you …" I cried even harder …

In fact, I received more than one gift this Christmas, and there is another gift, that is, maternal love, selfless maternal love, the most touching maternal love!