Write a 600-word composition on the topic of tears.

Tears are the expression of feelings, either happiness, sadness or regret. Every time I cry, I will have an unforgettable experience, which is branded in my heart. Tears are a record of growing up again and again. I shed many tears, but once, I will never forget it.

I remember that it was a summer, and the sultry weather made me feel irritable, so I secretly went upstairs, turned on the TV and watched it with relish. After a while, my parents came up. When my father saw me like this, his face sank and he said seriously, "Have you finished your homework?" I was fascinated by TV and vaguely agreed. Dad got angry at once: "it's like watching TV if you don't finish your homework!" " ! Are you happy that you can't keep up with your studies? "I was shocked. I know that although my father usually takes care of me, I make mistakes and remain the same, and my father will criticize me. I looked up at my father. His face is gloomy, just like the sky before the storm. Dark clouds are gathering, making people breathless. Although I was scared, I heard my father yelling sharply, and my fuse was lit: "If you don't watch, don't watch, hum!" I ran into the room and slammed the door. Bang! I was so angry that tears welled up in my eyes and I felt endless injustice in my heart. This time, I shed tears of anger and injustice.

I have been at odds with my parents since that night, and I don't want to say a word to them. After a few days, my father's anger seemed to subside. One morning, I opened the door and found many small notes at the door, all of which were dad's exhortations: "Daughter, put on more clothes when it's cold." "Eat more breakfast, or you will have no strength in class." ..... these are all my father's love for me. When I looked at them, tears overflowed my eyes again ... this time, I shed moving tears.

In fact, I am not angry in my heart, but I am always embarrassed to apologize to my parents for saving face. The more I think about it, the worse it gets Finally, I apologize to my father. Hearing this, my father smiled with relief, but I found that my father had more silver hair ... I couldn't help but shed tears again. This time, I shed tears of guilt.

Tears may be the embodiment of moving; Tears may be a sign of hatred ... but anyway, I love my parents, and their love for me not only makes me cry. Tears, it promoted my feelings with my parents.