1. How to write an essay titled "Tears" ~
How many experiences does it take to mature in life, and how many tears does it take to find the true goal of life. When you fail every time Sometimes, the fragile me will choose to use tears to solve the unknowns I have encountered and will encounter.
As I shed tears again and again, I became fragile. I became what everyone calls a flower in the greenhouse. If I want to be strong, I won't let anyone see the tears twinkling in the corners of my eyes. This is me, I really feel so hypocritical. I secretly made up my mind: I want to become strong from within. Tears are destined to miss me in this life.
I am also keeping this promise, a promise to myself. I also slowly became stronger. But behind the strength is bitterness. At night, I endure the ups and downs encountered alone. When tears are about to flow out, raise your head and look up at the sky. The stars in the sky are so dazzling and gorgeous in the darkness. There is only loneliness singing in my ears. Looking at this sensational scene, I really want to cry more and more. To keep a promise to oneself. I can only force myself to smile and face everything. Suddenly I realized that crying while laughing hurts the most. But the tears did not flow!
I think I may not be sentimental about anything anymore! But I didn't know that while I was still keeping my promise, my friend had quietly left me. My stubbornness, willfulness, and arrogance really hurt them! I am like a hedgehog. In order to prevent them from seeing my inner world, I curl up and put up my thorns. No one can enter my heart or my world.
I still clearly remember the dream that night. A dream that changed me. I dreamed that I was walking alone on a road full of thorns. The cold wind was blowing from all sides, and no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see the end of the road, and no matter how hard I walked, I couldn't finish it. I was confused and helpless. I shouted desperately, but there was no response. I was tightly entangled in the thorns. My friends finally appeared, but they turned a blind eye. I panicked and didn't know what to do. "Ah!" With a scream, I was awakened from my dream, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and the world in my eyes became increasingly blurry. Tears streaked down my face, I still didn’t keep my promise!
I suddenly felt that my heart seemed to be crying all the time. The promise I kept making was just an excuse for me to choose to escape. Now that I think about that so-called promise, I have been lying to myself. It made me lose so much, and it also made me miss so much!
Tears are witnesses of growth, and perhaps only they know all my mental journey!
I have no so-called faith, let alone gods. I just pray that there will be no more tears to accompany me in my dreams tonight!
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It’s the rainy season again, and I feel a little sad in my heart. The strands of sorrow once again condensed into a faint heartache.
The raindrops falling slowly on the glass window, like someone’s tears, inadvertently burned my fragile soul.
Should we mention the lost past again? The longing that turned into tears, I dare not recall, but I can't escape the memory that follows closely. On the empty stage of life, what is waiting to be performed is a tragedy that cannot end. Let me cry well, cry like a helpless child, with loneliness etched in my heart, walking alone.
The light rain outside the window drifted into my heart. Countless thoughts once again appeared in my heart, and my melancholy thoughts turned into the cloudy sky.
Return to yesterday and pick up the old dreams that were torn apart by the rain. You said you were just a pebble falling down around me. How could I pick you up when I was used to seeing magnificent gems? Perhaps it was a fateful encounter. When I walked past you with a smile, I was suddenly caught by your lingering gaze. You gently caressed my drunken face, your warm fingers were like strings holding a kite, and I was like a kite floating in the wind of fate, knowing that one day the string would break, but there was nothing I could do about it.
The flowers that once competed to bloom are now dots of red mud and colorful fallen flowers in the rain. There are many things in life that often start when you look up, but are lost when you look down. With quiet tears hanging from the corners of your eyes, you stood silently in front of the car window as I was about to leave. Dreams also have traces, and love is endless. Do you know how unwilling I am to leave, how I can't bear to look at you from afar, and how haggard I am in the sunset when the sun is like blood...
The falling rain falls on my heart and turns into indescribable pain. Remove the scars.
Your sad eyes are the cold stars that never leave me in every dream, and there is a faint pain in my heart. Only you understand my heart best. The drizzle is all lingering, and the autumn water is gone. In a foreign land, have you ever heard the girl in the distance crying softly for you?
Sitting alone by the window, with the drizzle accompanying me, I miss you in hopelessness and sadness. Your shadow walks around in my heart, mottled into painful memories.
I am helpless. When I lower my head or turn around, I still have your breath. Because you have filled my heart with loneliness! 2. How to write a composition about tears of ( )
Tears of emotion
I believe everyone has shed tears. Of course, I am no exception. I have tears of sadness, tears of happiness, tears of regret... Among them, the most unforgettable one for me is the tears of emotion. Now, I will tell you about this matter!
I remember that was that day last year. When school was over that day, it started raining heavily outside, with a few thunders from time to time. It frightened me so much that I couldn't help shivering and thinking: This is terrible. I didn't bring an umbrella. How should I go back? I was thinking as I walked out of the school gate, and I only heard "Huanhuan..." Hey, it seemed to be my mother's voice, but when I thought, no, it couldn't be my mother's, because my mother was sick today, how could she have the strength to pick her up? As for me, I took a step forward and continued walking forward. "Huanhuan, why don't you agree to me?" her mother said breathlessly. "Ah, why is it you, mom, aren't you sick?" I said with both surprise and concern. "Stop talking and put on your raincoat quickly." Along the way, there was strong wind mixed with heavy rain, and the raincoat on my body was blown up by the wind from time to time. I sat behind my mother, looking at her back, my eyes were moist...
After a while, I arrived home, and I saw My mother was soaked all over, as if she was a drowned rat, but my trousers were just a little wet. When my mother saw it, she ran to me desperately and asked with concern: "My child, are you cold?" I nodded. When she saw me, she immediately helped me change my pants and poured me a glass of hot water. But she was still wearing those wet clothes. I said anxiously: "Mom, go change your clothes quickly!" "It doesn't matter to me if you're fine!" Mom replied kindly. At this time, my tears poured out involuntarily like running water. "Child, what's wrong with you? Are you cold?" Mom asked anxiously. "No, it's nothing. Go change your clothes quickly!" I said again. "It's okay, it doesn't matter to me." Mom said movedly. Later, not long after, my mother's cold became more serious. Looking at her pale cheek, my eyes became moist again.
These are the tears that moved me. My mother loves me so much and cares about me. I must study hard and repay her when I grow up! Let me protect her from the wind and rain one day. 3. How to write an article about "Tears"
Floor: 1
[Idea Analysis]
Tears can be used as clues for the article
Use tears to express a deep emotion
The following sample essay is for reference
[Problem-solving process]
Tears of the Overlord
< p> "If you live as a hero, you will die as a ghost.I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."
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Night has come , he and his horse stood alone on the bank of the cold Wujiang River, the autumn wind picked up his long and messy hair, and his resolute face was actually full of exhaustion. He recalled what his uncle said when he was young and studying. Quote: "Sacrificing one person for thousands of people is equally wrong as sacrificing thousands of people for one person. However, you must make a choice." Yes, you have to make a choice tonight. He looked back at the camp not far away, where his past glory and current decadence were. He couldn't bear to think about it anymore, so he just gently stroked the mane of the horse beside him. He saw that the corners of the horse's eyes were shining, and his own The tiger's eyes also felt swollen, and he quickly turned his head to the side...
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Dozens of people drank in a dull mood, and the noise of the past was a little more He was so sad that he didn't say a word, holding the wine jar with both hands and drinking by himself. It wasn't until he drank the entire jar of wine that he stood up and took out a baggage from the side.
He walked to the wine table, took out an ingot of silver from his bag, and placed it in front of dozens of people. Then he waved his hands and went their separate ways, then turned his face away. He heard a sound of tinkling behind him. , as if he felt that the weapon that was thrown to the ground hit him in the heart. After a long time, he slowly turned his head, and was instantly shocked. What kind of weapon was there on the ground? It turned out to be an ingot. The tears finally came...
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She said to him: "Life is yours, death is your ghost." He looked at her He raised his sword and wiped it on his snow-white neck. His eyes were wide open, and he was powerless due to the effects of alcohol. For the first time, I felt that the color was so dazzling. It once spurted out from the enemy's neck, but now it dyed the jade yellow shirt of my heart red... The muddy tears fell silently.
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He was finally surrounded by the enemy. They all tried their best, but the enemy still came over like a tide. When he was attacked by the general When he was pushed onto the small life-saving raft, he gave a hollow roar, pulled his horse onto the raft, and said quietly: "We will still be brothers in the next life." Then he raised his sword and turned back into the "tide" In the middle, through the layers of blood, he saw the black-cone horse on the raft jumping into the bottomless Wujiang River, and saw the brothers beside him falling one by one. He felt that he had no regrets about his choice, and he shed tears. With tears and a smile, I raised the sword in my hand... The banks of the Wujiang River were sprinkled with the tears of the Overlord... 4. How to write an essay titled "Tears"
What does tears taste like? Some say it's salty, some say it's sweet, and some say it has no taste. But I tasted not just one taste of tears, but many.
When I first entered junior high school, I managed to make a few new friends because of my introverted personality. One weekend, they invited me to go out for an outing. I didn’t want to refuse others, and I really wanted to go out for fun, so I went home to discuss it with my father. Unexpectedly, my father's reaction to this incident was extremely strong. Before I could finish my words, he scolded me loudly: "I just entered middle school and wanted to go out to play. Are you still studying?" After hearing this, I felt that I was suffering. Feeling very wronged, I turned around and left, locking myself in the room. Recalling my father's stern eyes and harsh tone, I started crying without realizing it, and kept complaining: "Why can other people's children go out to play, but I can't?" The more I wanted to cry, the more I cried. It was so awesome that tears fell from my eyes, and I blocked my mouth as if I was helping my father. I tasted the taste of tears: salty, sour, astringent...
Later, several classmates asked me out several times, but I declined them all. Because I know that there is no room for discussion between my family and I on this matter. I put all my attention on studying and only made friends while studying. One semester passed, and when I cried with joy when I got excellent results, I finally understood: everything has its own losses and gains; studying can change my destiny, I can't just follow my own temper, I should have my own goals! Although the tears this time were still salty, they had more of a sweet taste.
Time passed quietly like running water, and in the blink of an eye I was already in the third grade of junior high school. Whenever I see the textbooks I borrowed during the vacation to make up classes, I think of my father’s tired figure that night. Because there are very few children in our village, let alone those from the previous class. So, I went to class for a day without even a book. During dinner, my father saw me looking sad and became anxious. He just took a few bites of rice and said he would take me to my grandma's house to borrow books. I said doubtfully: "Really? But grandma's house is so far away. It takes more than two hours to go back and forth. It's already past 8 o'clock." Dad said helplessly: "What else can we do?" "Then I sighed deeply. I really couldn't bear to let my father tire me out so much anymore - our family is painting the backyard these days, and we haven't hired anyone to do it. From mixing the dust to painting, my father is busy alone, and my mother is also busy. I can only do it at first. My father wakes up early every day and can't even take a break at night. I don't know how I feel. Finally, at my mother's urging, my father took me to my grandma's house and borrowed it. Reading, my father hurriedly took me home. Along the way, the summer night wind blew on me, which was very cool and comfortable. At about 10 o'clock, we arrived home. The moment we entered the house, I saw that my father was sweating. , infinite sadness surged into my heart, and my eyes were moist.
I hurriedly ran back to the room and lay on the bed...
This time, I tasted my tears again: sweet, like sugar cane, like honey... I understood: this was more than just a tear. , I don’t know how many emotions are integrated into it! This is more than just a taste, it is a daughter’s perception of her father’s love!
Tears, some are cold, some are hot; some are sour, some are sweet. How amazing that a small tear can contain such rich content! So, is its taste worth tasting? 5. What kind of tears composition
Tears of happiness
In the memory of my mind, I am always a tall but short-minded "little kid" who does things Unorganized, careless, climbing high and low all day long, doing nothing.
I remember, it was the day before New Year’s Eve, which was New Year’s Eve. Every household had the joy of the New Year, and my family was no exception. It was decorated with lanterns and colorful flags, and the colorful flags were fluttering in the wind. It seemed to say: "The New Year is coming, let's all laugh together." No, some of my mother's good friends came to her to play mahjong, and I happened to be sick again, so my mother couldn't refuse anymore, so she "went into battle". I closed the door of my hut and read a book. I vaguely heard the noisy mahjong and accounting sounds outside. Just when I stood up to pick up the book, I felt dizzy, my eyes went dark, and I didn't know anything...
When I woke up, I was in the hospital ward. When I opened my eyes, I saw my father nestled next to me, asleep. At this time, I found that my father had a trace of white hair on his temples. I knew , Dad works so hard and takes so much trouble for the whole family and for me... Dad opened his hazy eyes, a tired smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said gently: "You wake up, you have been sleeping all day and night. , to put it humorously, you have been sleeping for two years. I laughed. When I laughed, I felt a little pain in my chin. I touched it lightly with my hand. What happened? A thick piece of gauze covered my chin tightly. Indeed, Dad said: "You fainted, hit the desk and cut your chin, which required three stitches. Also, when you fell to the ground, your left temple was slightly concussed. The doctor said it's not a big deal..."
Just when I was having a good chat with my dad, I suddenly found that there was someone missing next to me - mom. I asked my dad, "Where is mom?" It was my father and mother who were having an argument. At this time, I followed my father's "eyes turned cloudy" and a "thunderstorm" started. At this time, the door of the ward opened. Mom, it was my mother who came and ran to the ward like a flying bird. I hugged me and cried. My mother cried and said: "Son, I'm sorry. It's all my mother's fault. It's all my mother's pettiness. Just because of a few words from my father, I got angry with my father and failed to take care of you...Dad, hug me." We were both mother and son. Although the boy was reluctant to shed tears, this was the first time in his life that he saw his father shed tears. At this time, the tears merged into a stream and slowly flowed into my heart. I felt my blood boiling and I felt Happy... Although today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, other people's homes are full of laughter, but my home is full of crying. I realize that not only laughter can bring happiness, but the same goes for crying... At this time, our family of three hugged each other. Together, we are a star group. Dad once said: "He is the sun, transmitting the power of light and heat to me and my mother. My mother is the moon, holding me up on a round plate. I am a star, and I am a bright star between them." The pearl. It will always shine brightly, and the three of us will never be separated... Four days later, I was discharged from the hospital, and the magic of healing was - tears of happiness. 6. How to write a good essay about tears
It is a girl’s nature to cry in life.
I remember my mother once said to me: “Tears have many uses for us. "Yes, in fact, tears are not only a manifestation of excitement or extreme sadness, they are also a release, a relief, and an expression of love.
Life needs tears. Because I am busy with midterm exams , my whole body was tense, and it seemed that no nerve in my body could be relaxed. Just like this, I was wrapped tightly like a bandage for a week, and finally the Saturday I had been looking forward to for a long time came. < /p>
"God, please have mercy on me." I sat stiffly in the car going home, looking at the test paper that seemed to be still floating in front of me, and the "rapid" pendulum in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but feel like this. sigh.
I imagined that I would go home and feel comfortable, and let my "mummy" out for the time being, but my father's orders came to me like thunder, so I crawled out with stiff limbs. Go upstairs, lock the door, squat down quietly, just in that corner, silently letting the crystal tears pour down. You must understand that this is not my silent rebellion against my father, but a "summary" of this entire "wandering" week.
This is venting and releasing. Tears are my best weapon at this moment.
I want to cry bitterly. I will never give in to setbacks. My tears bear witness to my determination. Frustration is not terrible, and these tears are not discouragement. They remind me of the confidence to get up and continue moving forward.
So, I repacked my luggage and reminded myself to face it bravely and meet the challenge easily. Life needs tears.
Although strength is a spirit worthy of our pursuit, tears are also worthy of our love. When faced with a flood of setbacks, I cry. These tears are not cowardice or fear, they are strength urging me to move forward bravely.
When I saw my adopted ducklings leaving one after another, I cried. These tears were not complaints or sadness, they were love, the affection I gained with my sincerity. When I saw that touching deed and that touching movie, I cried. These tears were not contempt or sadness; they were admiration.
Please believe me. Life needs tears. When you are in pain about something, cry.
As you jump for joy, cry. Please believe that this is a true feeling and a deep inner monologue.
After the tears, no matter the fierce wind or the roar of the rain, we can still see the bright sunshine! Remember, life needs tears. 7. How to write a composition about sad tears
A composition about sad tears
Tears are the expression of emotion. We all shed tears when we are happy, excited, wronged or sad. Every time I shed tears, there will be an unforgettable experience, which will leave a deep imprint in my heart. This time I shed tears, I will never forget it.
That time, my grandfather and grandma, who had been taking care of me, went to Leiyang. Mom and Dad have to go to work every day and don't get home until after nine o'clock in the evening. So I only had one chance to see them in a day, and the rest of the time I was home alone. I kept my eyes open every night until after nine o'clock, just waiting to see them. However, because my niece, who was just over a month old, got pneumonia, my mother was anxious to take leave and go to Leiyang. At noon that day, as soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother hurriedly holding a travel bag and preparing to go out. When she saw me coming back, she told me to be careful at home alone and close the door. My nose felt sore and I thought: Be careful, do you still have time to take care of me? When I was scared at home alone, did you ever think about me? I have a cold and a fever, where are you? And now you have to ask for leave to see my little niece. You have never asked for leave. I remember I had a cold last time, my voice was hoarse, I had diarrhea, and I had no appetite for anything. But you didn't ask for leave. You just took me to prepare some medicine. After letting me eat and lie down, you hurried back to work. I was lying on the bed alone, surrounded by silence. The helpless feeling made me cry. The pain in my body plus the pain in my heart made my pillow towel wet with tears. But who knows this? When I heard the "pop" of the door, my mother left with her bag, my tears fell like raindrops again. I lay in bed alone at night, thinking about my mother's cruelty, making me scared and scared at home alone. I really hate it. I hate my mother for being unfeeling towards me, and I hate my mother for being indifferent to me. At this moment, the mobile phone beside the pillow rang. It was a text message from her mother: Yanyan, don’t be afraid at home. You have grown up and can live alone. Your mother is proud of you. The niece's condition has finally stabilized, and everyone is relieved. I will go home tomorrow. You have a good sleep and you have to get up early tomorrow. Love you mom. After reading the text message from my mother, I realized that my mother still loves me very much, but she is too busy and has no time to tell me. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes.
Yes, which parent in the world doesn’t love their children, but sometimes they don’t express it in words. So we have to believe that our parents will always love us, and we will always love them. From now on, I will never shed such sad tears again.
8. How to write an essay on the topic of tears
I once won the provincial second prize for an essay.
Central idea: After crying, are the tears worth it?
Level:
1. Write about people who shed unnecessary tears. Example: Too many, such as fans crying crazily for the singer (preferably in a sarcastic tone).
2. (Key point), write about people who rise up after crying__Example: Too many, such as our country's 2004 Olympic bid failed, the team members cried loudly, but they wiped away their tears, smiled again at the sunshine of tomorrow, and worked hard, In the end, the 2008 Olympic bid was successful.
Ending:
Whether tears are meaningful or not is entirely up to our own choice, just like the song says, "In the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing." , wipe away the tears, don’t be afraid, at least we still have dreams!” 9. How to write an essay on the topic of tears
Title: Life needs tears Crying is a girl’s nature.
I remember my mother once said to me: "Tears have many uses for us." Yes, in fact, tears are not only a manifestation of excitement or extreme sadness, they are also a release and relief. , a way of expressing love.
Life requires tears. Because I was busy with the mid-term exam, my whole body was tense, and it seemed that not a single nerve in my body could be relaxed. Just like this, I was wrapped tightly like a bandage for a week, and finally ushered in the long-awaited day. Saturday.
"God, please have mercy on me." I sat stiffly in the car on the way home, looking at the test papers that seemed to be still floating in front of me, the "rapid" pendulum in the middle of the night, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
I imagined that I would go home and feel comfortable, and let my "mummy" out for the time being, but my father's orders came to me like thunder, so I crawled out with stiff limbs. Go upstairs, lock the door, squat down quietly, just in that corner, silently letting the crystal tears pour down. You must understand that this is not my silent rebellion against my father, but a "summary" of this entire "wandering" week.
This is venting and releasing. Tears are my best weapon at this moment.
I want to cry bitterly. I will never give in to setbacks. My tears bear witness to my determination. Frustration is not terrible, and these tears are not discouragement. They remind me to get up and keep moving forward.
So, I repacked my luggage and reminded myself to face it bravely and meet the challenge easily. Life needs tears.
Although strength is a spirit worthy of our pursuit, tears are also worthy of our love. When faced with a flood of setbacks, I cry. These tears are not cowardice or fear, they are strength urging me to move forward bravely.
When I saw my adopted ducklings leaving one after another, I cried. These tears were not complaints or sadness, they were love, the affection I gained with my sincerity. When I saw that touching deed and that touching movie, I cried. These tears were not contempt or sadness; they were admiration.
Please believe me. Life needs tears. When you are in pain about something, cry.
As you jump for joy, cry. Please believe that this is a true feeling and a deep inner monologue.
After the tears, no matter the fierce wind or the roar of the rain, we can still see the bright sunshine! Remember, life needs tears.