Tears topic composition (1)
Three months passed in a blink of an eye. Three months after I failed in the college entrance examination, I never wrote a word about myself after the college entrance examination. Although several articles have been uploaded in the past three months, they were all written before the college entrance examination. How much I hate to use the word blink, but I don't know which word is more suitable except it. Time flies, fleeting? No, these can't really express the disdain eyes and growth changes I have experienced in the past three months. I think I have really grown up after the baptism of the college entrance examination. Time to grow up!
In the long three months, I experienced waiting, disappointment, hesitation and helplessness. All these, like the rings on the tree, are deeply and heavily engraved on my body and become the deepest and most unforgettable memories. Perhaps, I can call it my life experience as an adult and a professional!
Those friends and classmates who used to get along with me day and night are about to go to their universities, and I, alone, stand in a dark corner, watching their backs, go further and further, and start another life journey on the sunny road. At this moment, the only thing I can do is to bless them from afar!
Try to give yourself a strong reason, give September a pot of hope on credit, return to school with a smile and fight for another year. One is my promise, and hard work is my oath. Pack your bags and start over. Where you fall, you get up. I have enough ambition. I can't afford to lose!
Composition on the topic of tears (2)
I gave September a pot of credits to wander, packed my bags and embarked on another life journey.
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Three months passed in a blink of an eye. Three months after I failed in the college entrance examination, I never wrote a word about myself after the college entrance examination. Although several articles have been uploaded in the past three months, they were all written before the college entrance examination. How much I hate to use the word blink, but I don't know which word is more suitable except it. How time flies, how time flies, and how fleeting? No, none of these can truly express the disdain eyes and growth changes I have experienced in the past three months. I think I have really grown up after the baptism of the college entrance examination. It's time to grow up
In the long three months, I experienced waiting, disappointment, hesitation, helplessness and so on. All these, like the rings on the tree, are deeply and heavily engraved on me. Become the deepest and most unforgettable memory. Perhaps, I can call it my life experience as an adult and a professional.
Those friends and classmates who used to get along with me day and night are about to go to their university, but I am alone, standing in a dark corner, watching their backs, getting farther and farther. Start another life journey on the sunny road. At this moment, the only thing I can do is to bless them from afar.
Try to give yourself a strong reason, give September a pot of hope on credit, return to school with a smile and fight for another year. One is my promise, and hard work is my oath. Pack your bags and start over. Where you fall, you get up. I have enough ambition. I can't afford to lose
Composition on the topic of tears (3)
Tears or smiles?
This is a multiple choice question. He doesn't have the right answer!
Monks often say, "Even if you are lively on the surface, there is a dark side inside!" " "
"Even if you are indifferent on the surface, there must be a warm side inside."
People are like this, aren't they?
Stuffed with headphones, walking on a deserted street, suddenly crying, even if there is really fast-paced music in the headphones!
Singing KTV, everyone gets together, but they feel inexplicable fear, even though everyone around them is playing!
Folding paper, I don't know what I'm folding, my eyes are empty for no reason, even if someone else is talking to you!
Have you ever had one? Have you ever felt lonely? Have you ever run away? Don't you think you can't walk into other people's world?
Everyone has the same experience! The difference is that everyone's solution is different! Some people choose to smile, others choose to cry.
Tears or smiles?
This is a philosophical problem that philosophers can't explain clearly!
I don't know how he is!
I only know that no one in this world really knows me!
Really not, even my parents don't know!
I learned to use protective colors from an early age.
Nobody taught me, MS was born with it!
I am not a child prodigy, let alone a genius. I am just an ordinary child.
I hid most of my feelings with a smile and childishness.
There is joy, anger and sadness.
I can only hide, I dare to show my true feelings! Because it will hurt others.
Tears or smiles?
This is a destiny that we can and cannot change!
It can be changed because a small part of the joys and sorrows in this world are controlled by people themselves!
Composition on the topic of tears (4)
In a lush forest, a clear river, a crocodile mother kindly looked at the five cute little crocodiles in the nest and smiled happily. Little crocodiles have just been born for a few days, and their mothers can't leave them.
But the weather is unpredictable. With a gunshot, the crocodile mother fell in a pool of blood. Poor little crocodile, so deprived of his favorite mother by human beings, can only tremble in his nest. The biggest crocodile tried to calm himself down. It tells other crocodiles that they must live!
A year later, the little crocodiles grew up and matured, but they couldn't stand thinking about their mother day and night. In this way, with love for their mother, they embarked on a journey to find their mother.
Where can I go? The little crocodile searched aimlessly. Poor little crocodiles, they don't know why those things called "people" are so afraid of them. The frightened faces looked at them, and several children threw stones at them, making them cry out in pain: "Mom, where are you?" Every day, every day, the little crocodiles are crying all the time. Although they are beaten every day, although they have to endure hunger every day, and sometimes even faint from fatigue, no one cares about them! However, they are so eager to find their mother! There is a power called love that silently supports their determination to find their mother.
Countless days and nights passed, and five little crocodiles dragged their tired bodies and pulled a factory. They slipped in through the back door, hoping to find some food. In a room, they saw a dozen crocodiles that looked the same as themselves hanging on the wall, but there was no mother. They looked down, ah! The ground is full of shocking remarks and blood! They hugged each other, shaking with fear, and a chill came over their hearts.
The little crocodile walked around the house, and everyone was probably asleep. A big house is dark. What will be in this dark place? This is, the little crocodile suddenly smelled a familiar smell, but it was the smell of mother! The little crocodiles were too excited to speak one by one and ran excitedly in the direction of the smell.
In front of their mothers, the smiles on the faces of the little crocodiles disappeared, and instead they looked frightened! "Mom, mom! You, what's wrong with you! " The little crocodile looked at the "mother" in front of him: a square with a horizontal line on one side and something like a human switch on the top of its head. Little crocodiles don't believe their eyes, but they taste and color the same as their mother's. What's going on here?
"Oh my God! Suddenly, a little crocodile cried, "Isn't this the crocodile, crocodile wallet that Grandpa Crocodile said?" "What, what!" "A man uses his mother's skin." The little crocodile can't go on. He was glad to find his mother, but he was afraid when he found it. Now, the pain suddenly surged up from the crocodile's heart. They cried in despair, and their voices were so sad and sad.
Tears rolled down the face of the little crocodile, and the crying echoed in the night. That's telling mankind, why can't you live in harmony with us and enjoy family happiness? If you continue to kill animals like this, you will get what you deserve!
Composition on the topic of tears (5)
There is a bird in my eyes, a free bird. I forgive: God gave me a beating heart, but forgot to give me wings to fly, so I became a small fish in the sea of books.
It is this book that has changed me. Singing used to be my patent and freedom was my capital. I can fly out of the cage of blackboard and white wall. I can fly out of the campus, into the clear sky and into the blue sky. However, in the face of the sea of books, the world of small fish is always clouded.
Reading my eyes, my eyes are full of yearning, just like "the birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the source."
Looking into my mother's eyes, my eyes are full of coffee, a cup of bitter and sweet coffee.
On a cold winter night, my mother got up and tucked me in. In the twilight, I found several wrinkles in the corner of my mother's eyes, and some were aging; The brow reveals the infinite care of loving mothers for their children. My grades dropped, and my mother didn't scold me sharply. I cried, but I saw my mother crying behind my back. Suddenly, I found my mother's eyes glistening with tears, which contained all the hopes and expectations for me.
Looking into my sister's eyes, my eyes are full of wine, a wave of mellow wine.
When I was a child, my half-understood sister often held me tightly, fearing that she would fall on me as soon as she was distracted, and her eyes were full of pity. When I was a little older, my sister sent me school supplies and tools books from other places, all of which were engraved with the word "love" and deep expectations for me to fulfill her college dream. Looking at my sister's eyes, I saw the innate affection and expectation for me, so strong and so sweet.
My friend's eyes are full of a clear spring, a clear and fragrant spring
Academic frustration, depressed mood like rolling in the deep, only feel a dark at the moment. At a loss, I heard the words "Don't be discouraged, come back next time, you can do it", which filled me with encouragement and expectation, so I strengthened my confidence again. Looking at my friend's eyes, I feel hope in the fragrance.
Ah! Deep in the eyes, there is affection everywhere: there is a mother's expectation for her daughter's phoenix nirvana, a sister's dream of becoming a success, and a friend's blessing for her schoolmates' academic success. But the depths of my eyes are full of birds' eyes, and I look forward to the blue sky.
Comments: This exercise is sincere and innovative in material selection. Writing from one's own eyes to many people's eyes, and finally returning to one's own eyes, shows some students' desire for free life under the heavy academic burden.