Everyone will shed tears, sad tears, moved tears, regret tears, grievance tears & hellip; & hellip; and I leave grievance tears.
It was a sunny morning, I picked up my schoolbag to go to school. Walking on the road, I saw a little boy running over. He ran very fast. Suddenly he tripped over a stone and scratched his face and body. As soon as I wanted to help him, the little boy's mother came. When I saw the little boy's appearance, I didn't know that it was I who knocked down her child, and I had to pay for medicine and nutrition. I hurriedly said: 'he fell down himself. If I had knocked him down, I would have run long ago and helped him up? 'I try to explain. 'I don't care. Anyway, you made it. You have to pay for it. If you don't, you have to call the police. 'I can't say anything about her. I don't know who brought it to my house. After a while, my parents came. The woman was so unreasonable. My parents had no choice but to promise to accompany her with the medical and nutrition expenses.
Back home, I went into the bedroom and lay on the bed, tears in my eyes. I shed tears, left tears of grievance, I really want to say to the woman: 'why don't you believe me, it's really not I pushed. '
No.5, Huaguang primary school, Chaoyang District, Shantou, Guangdong
I am not sad, no tears, just used to leave, used to a person alone 1100 words
Once thought that belongs to own that meteor will not fall, but waited until it really falls down time I understood, originally in the world really does not have forever.
The wings of youth cut through the painful memory, the tears of yesterday, stirred up the ripples in the heart.
Memory wants to be the water in the palm, no matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will flow clean from the fingers.
We smile and say that we stay in the original place of time has been quietly swept away by the torrent.
Some people will always be engraved in memory, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change.
You will never see me when I am most lonely, because only when you are not around me, I am most lonely.
Who is the passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of his past life, the wind of his present life, the soul of endless sorrow. In the end, no one is who he is.
Time has not taught me anything, but it has taught me not to believe in myths easily.
Leave, make things simple, people become kind, like a child, we start again.
Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. All things are like misaligned drawings. Everything in the past can't go back to the past. We should forget something that is a little bit wrong.
A love that is not accepted needs not sadness, but time, which can be used to forget. A deeply hurt heart needs not sympathy, but understanding.
When your heart is really in pain and your tears are about to flow down, look up and have a look at the sky that used to belong to us. It's still so vast and the clouds are still so natural and unrestrained. Then you shouldn't cry because my leaving doesn't take away your world. Hiding in a certain time, I miss the palmprint of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, I miss a person who is standing on the way back and also on the way, making me concerned.
Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flower on the concrete floor, which opens the windless forest
If flowers bloom, if flowers fall, if we cherish each other, we agree to depend on each other, not to leave.
The wings of youth cut through the painful memory, the tears of yesterday, stirred up the ripples in the heart.
The hourglass of time always precipitates the past that cannot escape, and the hands of memory always pick up the beautiful sadness.
We walked alone on our own paths, never stopped, and met at an intersection inadvertently, so we greeted each other gently, and then waved goodbye.
When the heart is in the deepest pain, it recovers; when the love is in the deepest, it ends. Sad Swing is always accompanied by a breeze, lonely night, there are always stars, quietly looking back, but you are not around me.
Memory is a rolling curtain full of wind bells, which can't hide a trace of lingering in aftertaste.
No kind of life cycle is doomed, just like the carnival of the next night.
Let's hold hands while we wipe our shoulders. But when passing, lovesickness. When we are moving away, we look at each other. For everyone & hellip;
I am not sad, no tears, just used to leave, used to a person alone & hellip;
Leave tears to the one who loves you the most and smile to the one who hurts you the most.
If there is no time for us to stay, have seen the sunset, heard the tide, all buried in the North time, the illusion of foam.
Always can't help sadness, so slowly learned to hide, because don't want to be stabbed by others, so gradually learn to disguise.
You think letting go can complete my happiness, but you don't know, my greatest happiness is to hold hands with you.
I cried 300 words
In my memory, tears, there are happy, sad, also regret. But I will never forget the tears that made me sad.
It was just after the beginning of the fourth grade. Our school was going to run for the captain, and I was going to run for it. I memorized the speech in my hand and waited for the election day.
The day that I am looking forward to is finally coming. All the teachers and students of the school are going to vote for our team leader candidates. I took over the microphone with both hands, and in the face of all the teachers and students finishing the speech without missing a word, I also won warm applause. When the students asked questions, I answered them honestly. I think I will win the position. It's finally the instructor's turn to announce the results. At that time, I really wanted to put my ears on the instructor's mouth. 'the chief is Li Pengjun from class one, grade five, and the deputy chief is Gao Yingying from class four, grade four. '
My heart was completely cold when I heard the news. I can't believe my ears. In order to be a captain, I tried my best to win the favor of my classmates and let them vote for me at the critical moment. But the result is so unpleasant.
When I got home, I cried under the covers. At last, my mother told me: 'failure is inevitable in everyone's growth. If you work hard next time, you will succeed. '
Yes, as the saying goes: 'failure is the mother of success. 'I'll get up again if I fall down!
I cried 350 words that time
That time, I shed a lot of tears.
That night, when I heard the quarrel between my father and mother, I stopped them, but when my father pushed me hard, I fell to the ground. They don't care about me at all. They just quarrel with each other. I just sit on the ground and cry loudly. My father thought I influenced them to quarrel, so he picked me up, shut me in my small room, turned around and locked the door, and went to quarrel again. I sat in my little bed and listened to my parents quarrel. When I heard that it was over eleven o'clock in the evening, I fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up the next morning, I heard them still quarreling. Ah! It turned out that they had been quarreling all night. When grandma came, she opened my door first, let me out, and then stopped my father and mother. But my father didn't listen to her mother, and said loudly and obstinately: 'Mom, you go away, don't mind my business! "My grandma saw that she couldn't control her son, so she turned around to manage her grandson, but as soon as she turned around, she almost tripped over the stool on the ground. Grandma looked to the ground and saw that the table was down, the stool was broken, the furniture was smashed by Dad, and grandma was so angry that she cried. When I saw grandma crying, I also cried. Then my mother, who had been tossed all night, came to the bed and cried 'wow'. See grandma and mother cry, I also like to join the noisy like crying loudly. At this time, only dad of our family didn't cry. He not only didn't cry, but also scolded us and said: 'you are crying to death! '
I know there are no dead people, but I can't stop crying, and the most tears.
I cried 550 words that night
That night, I cried. Sitting by the bed alone, my parents' loud quarrels echoed in my ears, which reminded me of many, many & hellip & hellip;
It's the mother and the father that come to mind. Mother is a hardworking and simple person. She is not afraid of hardship and tiredness in her daily housework. Although she is too 'careful' and thinks a lot, her mother is really a kind-hearted person. Perhaps, it was the inadvertent discovery that the sunken wrinkles around my mother's eyes made me understand her more. She was really hard! My father is a businessman, and there are many natural affairs. He always wants to have a mobile phone, but he is not lazy like most men. He always cooks fish and meat for me when he comes home. However, sometimes he didn't work as well as his mother, which made her dissatisfied. Even sometimes the father speaks too freely to others, which makes the mother unable to understand. The contradiction between the two is also increasing. Maybe, my immature heart can't judge their right and wrong correctly, but at least one thing is unchanged, that is, only the trust of both sides, it will merge.
There are three most precious things in the world: family, friendship and love. In the vast sea of people, it is a kind of fate that two strangers can come together. When two new couples make a promise together in the church, it represents their perfect combination. In the long years to come, they need to stick together and go through the ups and downs of life until the end of time. It's just like that in Adu's song: 'it's you who let me break the secret collection of love. Four words - stick to it! Some people say that it is inevitable to quarrel, which is the real meaning of "grinding and harmony". It seems that I am so incompatible with their world, but their feelings should be deeper than me.
Shining pearls in the light
It's the tears of the sky
Across my unexplained heart
I just silently pray that this sincere speech can resolve the gap between my parents and the hearts of all the people who turn back on the road of love in the world. I wish this pair of middle-aged people can walk through the ends of the world hand in hand and grow old together!
I cried 400 words that day
It was a Sunday. I was doing my homework at home. My mother was cooking, and my father was watching TV on two legs.
After a tinkling sound in the kitchen, the food was fragrant. My mother asked my father to serve food. At this time, my father was fascinated by the football match. I couldn't hear my mother's words at all. My stomach was so hungry that I couldn't wait. I went to the kitchen to serve food myself, but my mother wouldn't let me serve it, for fear of burning me. Just then, my father got up from the sofa in front of the TV. I thought my father was coming to serve food, but I didn't think he was in a hurry to go to the toilet. I was so angry that I told my mother about my father.
With a flush, Dad finally walked out of the bathroom. I said: 'mom asked you to serve. "Dad listened impatiently and said: 'you end is not the same, why must I end. "Then he sat in front of the TV and looked obsessed. I was hungry and angry, and when I got angry, I ran in again and complained to my mother.
Mom came out and said two words to Dad