After a tinkling sound in the kitchen, the smell of food drifted out. My mother asked my father to bring out food. At this time, my father was fascinated by watching the football match and couldn't hear my mother at all. I was too hungry to wait, so I went to the kitchen to get food myself, but my mother wouldn't let me get it for fear of burning me. Just then, my father stood up from the sofa in front of the TV. I thought dad was here to deliver food, but I didn't expect him to go to the bathroom in a hurry. I was really angry, so I told my mom about my dad.
With one share of water, dad finally walked out of the bathroom. I said, "Mom wants you to serve." Dad listened impatiently and said, "You are different. Why do you have to ask me? " Then he sat in front of the TV, looking obsessed. I was hungry and angry, so I ran in to complain to my mother.
Mom came out to speak ill of dad, but dad didn't accept it, and even pouted and said, "What if I'm a TV fan?" You can watch it if you don't accept it! " I listened to my father's words, followed my mother's example, turned off the TV and retorted my father, "Who is so lazy like you?" Dad turned serious when he heard this. He shouted at me, raised his fan-like hand and slapped me in the face. I cried, crying loudly. When my mother heard me cry, she came out and quarreled with my father, which was very fierce.
Seeing mom and dad quarreling, I was scared and cried even more. That day, our house was really noisy, crying, cursing, quarreling all over the house, and it spread to the neighbors' houses. It's really embarrassing.
That day, I shed the most tears and cried the saddest.
I cried that day. I am a person with extremely low tears. I have cried many times in my life. However, on that occasion, I shed tears very grievance.
It was a day of winter vacation. I play mahjong with my cousin. The four of us sat on one side and piled mahjong separately. I put mahjong in a tower and only need one tower. I went to get the last mahjong, but I didn't touch it, but I accidentally knocked over what my cousin had built. My cousin was so angry that she knocked down my tower at once. I was angry, too, and shouted at her, "What are you doing? I didn't mean to. " My cousin paused, because I have never been so mean to her at ordinary times. She looked at me and then cried with a loud "wow". At this time, my uncle and aunt answered, saw my cousin crying and asked her what was wrong. My cousin snorted and said, "Sister Sophia Kao yelled at me and knocked over my cooking. She hasn't apologized to me. " My uncle and aunt told me that I shouldn't bully my sister.
I ran out angrily, and the more I thought about it, the more wronged I became, and I began to cry silently. I usually don't want to cry in front of my relatives and let others say how miserable I cry! Usually I secretly lie in bed crying, but this time I really can't help it and feel wronged for myself.
I think, if this happens again in the future, I must explain clearly, and I can't let myself suffer the same injustice again.
I cried that day. Composition 3 Tian Zhixue, Wu Guishuang ... You students don't have to spend money on books from this semester. "Miss Zheng told us the good news with a smile. Looking at the excited cheeks of these international students, I can't help thinking of Yang Guoliang who has returned to his hometown. I wonder how he is now. Cutting pig grass and firewood on the mountain must have tanned him.
It was the last day of the second semester of grade four. I felt very sad that day.
There was silence in the classroom. Several noisy male students were silent at this time, and the air seemed to solidify. Only Yang Guoliang, a thin and short foreign classmate, stood on the platform and stared at his classmates. Teacher Zhou, who stood by, said, "Classmates, the students in our class decided to take him back to his hometown because of his poor family. Today I come to say goodbye to my classmates. Do you have anything to say to him? " Suddenly, my heart was gripped by teacher Zhou's words.
The students raised their hands one after another: "Yang Guoliang, will you study in the future?"
"After returning to my hometown, I helped my father to work and stopped studying." Yang Guoliang said tearfully.
"What do you do for dad?"
"Raise pigs, raise pigs, and cut firewood up the mountain."
"Then will you come to us again?"
"I want to come, but my father can't come." Yang Guoliang shook his head and said softly. Tears flooded his eyes.
Listening to Yang Guoliang's narrative, the students are also very sad. Although his academic performance is not good at ordinary times, even a little silly, but two years later, there are still some feelings between us, so everyone has given him his own gifts. I gave him my favorite ruler and eraser. He gave me another silly smile and said thank you.
After a while, his father came to meet him. He waved to us, looked at us with big round eyes, looked at his lovely back, and thought that he could no longer sit in the classroom reading and writing like us. My throat is as uncomfortable as a cotton ball. After a while, my eyes were moist.
Alas, Yang Guoliang, will you come again now?
I cried that day. My father is a typical loving father. He loves me very much. He is like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain. I can indulge in coquetry in his arms, and I can order him to do this and that for me without scruple. I like my father to serve me like a loyal slave.
"Dad, I want to drink a cup of hot milk!" I gave orders to my father without looking up.
"ok!" In a blink of an eye, a cup of hot milk has been handed to me.
"Dad, I want to check the information online. Go and help me turn on the computer! "
"No problem!" When I came to the desk, the computer was turned on and the network cable was connected.
line ...
But one thing woke me up. On Monday morning, because my father took me to the children's playground on Sunday, I was too crazy to get out of bed. Anxious dad patiently whispered to me over and over again. I was angry, rolled over and sat up, and said to him grumpily, "What's the hurry? Give me that orange jersey. " Somehow, perhaps in a hurry, my father actually brought me a beige coat that I hate to wear. I threw my clothes into his arms and said angrily, "What's the matter with you? Are you color blind? Even orange and beige can't be distinguished! "
As soon as the voice fell, my mother rushed into the room and gave me a clean mouth. I was shocked at once, only feeling a burning pain in my cheek, like being whipped. Then, my mother scolded me like a barrage: "How can you not respect your father who loves you so much?" How can you be so rude? Won't you do your own thing? "My father, who was standing by, was in a hurry. He quickly pulled my hand, fondled my black face with distress, and gently advised my mother," Okay, baby, it's just a joke. Don't take it seriously. " After that, my father brought me an orange jersey, helped me put it on and whispered in my ear, "Does it still hurt?" "After hearing my father's words, I was in tears. Actually, I didn't cry because I was beaten by my mother. I shed tears of regret. My mother was right. My father loves me so much, but I trample on my father's love so much that I don't respect him. I really went too far.
"Dad, I will never do this again." Thinking of this, I put my arms around my father and gave him a gentle kiss. ...
I cried that day. In life, we will inevitably cry. These tears may be sad tears, wronged tears … and that time, I shed tears, which are happy tears.
20xx May 2 1, that was my second time to participate in the competition. We took part in the training before the game. Each of us works very hard because we all want to win the first place. On the day of the game, my mood was very complicated. Because I'm happy and scared. I'm happy because I took part in another competition, and I'm afraid because I'm afraid I won't get good grades in the exam.
That day, I woke up early in the morning. But in the morning, I was called up by my mother's "lion roar" Get up, wash, and go to the makeup shop to make up. At six o'clock, we followed the dance school bus to Maanshan. When I arrived at the gymnasium in Maanshan, I saw many great little Latin dancers. When it's my turn to play, I'm very nervous. I'm afraid I can't keep up with the rhythm of the music, or I'm mistaken. I'm still a little excited after the game.
On May 29th, the teacher asked us to curl our hair, spray gel, wear competition clothes, put on Latin makeup and get grades. Toshiyoshi and I won two gold medals and a silver medal.
When I received the award, I shed tears of happiness.
I cried that day. In life, we will inevitably cry. These tears, perhaps wronged tears, perhaps sad tears, perhaps tears of parting with relatives ... At that time, I shed tears, which were wronged tears.
It was a weekend and I went to my mother's good friend's house to play. That aunt has a son who goes to a large kindergarten class. As soon as I got there, the child gave me a bad look, and I immediately felt something was wrong.
That aunt lives in a mountain forest, because it is summer and there are many bugs on the trees. I have been afraid of caterpillars since I was a child. My mother went out to play with that aunt, leaving only me and the children in the room. After a while, the child ran out, and I was relieved. A few minutes later, he happily brought back a caterpillar. He tried to throw the caterpillar into my hair. I kicked him when I was scared and he fell down. The caterpillar fell to the ground and was crushed to death by him. The caterpillar's blood stained his clothes, and he began to cry ... just then, my mother opened the door and saw this scene. Without saying anything, she picked up a small bamboo pole and hit me. She also said that she would not take me out to play in the future.
When I got home, I hid in my room and cried. The more I thought about it, the more wronged I became!
I cried that day. I always thought I was good at math. After several exams, I was at the top of my class. But unexpectedly, I only got "7 1" in the first math exam this semester.
Looking at such a low score, I dare not face my classmates, let alone look directly at the teacher. When the teacher is marking the paper, whenever I talk about my mistakes, I subconsciously sweep my eyes at me for the convenience of emphasis. Several mistakes made the teacher very angry, so he criticized them at eight o'clock and said that Tang Tang's math team leader also lost. I was ashamed at that time. I wish there was a crack in the ground that I could get into.
I couldn't help myself when the teacher called my name. Tears rolled down my cheeks like pearls with broken lines. I am not sad because of the teacher's criticism, nor because of the mocking eyes of my classmates, but because of my carelessness, my pride and regret, and my failure.
Tears blurred my eyes again, and I seemed to cause my parents' haggard faces and busy backs. In the age of no doubt, parents are full of wrinkles and white hair is like frost. How can I repay them with "7 1"?
I don't know when the teacher stood in front of me and stared at my math test paper. She didn't scold me, but said with concern: "Failure is not terrible, but it is terrible to be devastated." Once you eat it, you gain wisdom. "You just need to analyze the reasons for your failure, learn from it and catch up." The teacher's eyes are full of hope, trust and encouragement.
I dried my tears, which seemed to increase my courage, so I opened a thick math book and turned a new page in my mind.
I cried that day. That day, my mother took me to the office building of her unit to do my homework. There is also a Xiong Haizi who has the same "treatment" as me.
At first, we were still doing our homework seriously. After about five minutes, Xiong Haizi began to get impatient. He drew Altman on a piece of paper, then folded it into an airplane, put a thumbtack on the tip of the airplane, and then threw the airplane out. The plane was inserted one centimeter in front of my right hand. I suddenly shuddered, my hand jerked back and shouted "Ah!" That "Xiong Haizi" couldn't help laughing when he saw me like this. After laughing, he hit me with a water gun, and I dodged like a monkey. I can't help feeling smug when I see that he can't photograph my lost face.
Just as I was in high spirits, the table slammed into me, knocking me to the ground and bruised my knee. I was so angry that I grabbed his water gun and threw it on the ground. The water gun suddenly fell apart. Xiong Haizi burst into tears when he saw the water gun smashed into pieces.
I watched him cry and thought to myself, "I was obviously hurt, but he cried before I cried." Just then, my mother opened the door and saw the floor in a mess-the room was full of water, the tables and chairs were messy, and "Xiong Haizi" was sitting on the ground crying. My mother saw this scene, picked up a broom and hit me, saying, "Is it that easy for me to raise you?" You're still messing around here. "
I tried to explain, but my mother wouldn't listen to anything. After I was beaten five or six times, I shed tears of injustice.
This incident made me understand that there will be many misunderstandings in my life. I have to explain them clearly and eliminate them so that I won't be wronged.
I cried that day. In our life, we can't avoid tears, including happy tears, excited tears and sad tears ... At that moment, the tears I shed will never be forgotten. ...
That was last year. It was Saturday, and that afternoon, all our classmates came to Zhenhai Middle School to watch the "Helicopter Model Contest". We are all very excited.
The game is in full swing! I was absorbed in watching the game. Suddenly, Dong Yujie next to me turned and said, "Xu Jingyi, come to my house tonight, and we have to finish our practical homework by the way ..." After that, he grinned a few times, and I certainly understood what that meant: his family bought an Ipad2, which is said to be more fun than the Iphone4S, and I am eager to go to his house to play! So, I immediately took out my mobile phone and called my mother. She just had no faith in me. She asked me to wait for her at the school gate when the activity was over. She asked the teacher if she had this practical homework.
"oh! Why hasn't mom come yet! " I wandered anxiously at the door. The activity has been over for more than ten minutes, and there is still no sign of my mother. "I'd better go first!" I thought, "Anyway, it's not too late to inform Dong Yujie when she gets to her house!"
"How did I tell you! Wait at the school gate, can't you hear? " My mother kept firing at me like a barrage. I really regret it! If I hadn't acted by myself and left first, I wouldn't have met my mother at the intersection. sadder ...
After dinner, I sat down on the park bench with my mother. My mother taught me not to be smart, to make my own decisions, and to get my parents' permission to do things ... Suddenly, by the bright moonlight, I found a small wrinkle on my mother's pink face and a small silver bead curtain across her face ... At that moment, I also cried. ...
On that day, I really understood the simplest and most profound truth of dealing with people. It has only ten words, but I will never forget it, that is, listen to your mother and don't make her sad. ...
I cried that day. There is such a book. There is not a word in it, but it can light up our lives. The name of this book is Life. In life, we can't help crying, or happy, or sad, or excited, but what I can't forget most is that time.
I remember that it was the eve of the school's "three independence" competition. Once the news was broadcast, it quickly spread all over the school. Don't mention how happy you are to hear this news, haha, it's time to show your talents! I'll go to the Literature and Art Committee to sign up and prepare to perform my best violin solo "Butterfly Lovers".
In order to get good grades in the competition, I made up my mind to practice hard. Once, ten times, dozens of times ... I often practice until I am sweating, and guiding old teachers is no exception. I carefully pointed out the wrong sound in the song and encouraged me to play well in this competition and strive for good results.
In a blink of an eye, on the day of the game, the first audition began. Among the many contestants, I stood out and was quickly selected to participate in the finals. On the day of the final exam, the lecture hall of the school was crowded with people. After drawing lots, I was the 23rd person to take part in the competition. Because my serial number is low and I have plenty of time, I found a quiet place to practice. The beautiful piano sound soon attracted many students and parents, and suddenly, my confidence doubled.
"23rd!" The members of the brigade called my number. I listened, adjusted my clothes, took a deep breath, walked on the stage happily, bowed to everyone, and burst into applause. After the applause stopped, the accompaniment music started. I put the violin on my shoulder and began to play with rapt attention. At first, I was a little nervous. Gradually, the more you play, the smoother you get, and your body swings involuntarily with the sound of the piano. Melodious piano music echoed over the hall, and even I was deeply intoxicated.
With the last note falling, I successfully ended the game. After bowing to the audience, I looked at the expressions of the judges out of the corner of my eye. The judges looked at me with satisfaction. I breathed a sigh of relief, easily walked off the stage and quietly watched the performances of other students.
A few days later, the results of the competition came out, and I got 9 points. He won the title of "Top Ten Talent Stars on Campus" with a score of 1 1, holding a certificate of commendation, surrounded by applause from classmates and eyes of teachers. At that moment, my heart was full of excitement. More than a month's efforts have not been in vain. I shed tears. I shed tears of excitement. At that moment, I really wanted to share this joy with the whole world!