Essay on the past that made me cry 800 words

What is Touched? Is it just sad and tearful? No, touching is our truest emotional outpouring, and our parents peel an apple for us, which is moving; When I fell down while running, my friends came to help me, which was moving;

The failure of the exam, the comfort of the classmates, is moving; After reading a moving story, it will also be moving;

In the winter of that year, the sky was gray, the wind roared, and the bitter cold north wind blew a painful crack on my face, and the cold wind broke into my body and rushed into my heart;

The icy wind almost froze my entire atrium. I dragged my heavy steps, and it seemed like every step would take years.

When I finally got home, I raised my hand and pushed the door open.

Shu Shu, I'm finally back" My mother called out with joy on her face: "How is it, how did you take the test?" "Mom, I failed the exam this time.

My father, who was next to me, came over and patted me on the shoulder and comforted me. Mom walked into the kitchen with an indifferent face. For a meal that night, it seemed that only a few grains of rice were eaten.

It was already late at night, I secretly turned on the small bed lamp, looked at the alarm clock, and it was almost 1 o'clock. In what I thought the whole world was asleep, I lay on my bed in the orange light, and I cried quietly, tears streaming down my cold face. "Don't cry, kid! Suddenly, there was a familiar voice.

Mom! "I was surprised. "Come, put it on, be careful not to catch a cold," my mother picked up a cotton coat and draped it over my shoulders.

I'm sorry, Mom, I know that this exam is about my high school entrance exam. ”

Kid, it doesn't matter. As long as you remember, there are thousands of exams waiting for you later in life. You can't give up because of once, and this time, you've failed.

Mom" I wiped away my tears and looked into my mother's gentle eyes. I get it, I really get it, I get it thoroughly.

That time, I was very moved. This is an ordinary but extraordinary true story.

The essay is okay, but I just want to ask what it is like to be moved?

At that moment I burst into tears.

Since my parents didn't discipline me much since I was a child, I have always been a very strong girl. No matter what blows you suffer, how many difficulties you encounter, or how many grievances you have suffered, you will not cry. However, at that moment, I burst into tears.

I remember when I was in the first year of junior high school, my results in the entrance exam were very good, which was beyond my imagination. That's why I think that the curriculum in junior high school is very simple, proud and complacent, and I don't dare to listen to anyone's advice, and I don't take anyone seriously. My self-paying negative thoughts were soon retributed.

The results of that midterm exam were once again beyond my imagination, and I couldn't have predicted it. One by one, my classmates, whom I looked down on at all, ran in front of me, and all of them smiled contemptuously. And the sighs of the teachers weighed me down, and I couldn't lift my head.

When I returned home, I thought I could get a little comfort, but I was "bombarded in turn" by my parentsIt doesn't matter, but my father's eyes that can't hide my disappointment and the tears that my mother, who is usually known as a "strong woman", can't stop crying make me really ashamed and embarrassed. But I didn't cry.

I don't believe I'm worse than anyone else, I don't believe I'm going to beat me so easily! I'm trying my best to make up for my last mistake. But my hard work didn't pay off, and the results next time were not very good.

My promises to my parents and teachers were disappointed, and they were even more disappointed in me. But I didn't cry. Because I believe that the emperor lives up to his wishes, and the constant blows are just a tempering for the successful.

Let the contempt of my classmates and the sighs of my parents all turn into my motivation to move forward! For my own sake, for the sake of others, I must persevere to the end! I thought to myself.

I worked hard under pressure. The long-awaited exam has finally arrived! I slowly walked into the examination room, and I believed that I would be greeted by light.

This time, as expected, it achieved very good results. This was followed by admiring glances from classmates and praise from teachers. I just laughed it off, and reason told me not to repeat it.

But when I got home and my parents' ecstatic smiling faces appeared in front of me, I couldn't hold back any longer, this is what I worked so hard for! The tears in his eyes couldn't help but flow. I am tears of joy, tears of thanksgiving, grateful for this year-long setback.

Because in the process, I learned to be patient, understand the warmth and coldness of people, and found many good ways to learn. More importantly, I learned the spirit of perseverance and perseverance. These tears are comfortable and happy.

The night was long, but I traded my strength for a good dawn. At this moment, I cried, not for the sake of being sad, but for being strong and brave.

Hello landlord, you tell me about the mailbox, I tell you

Tears come in a variety of flavors, sweet and bitter, and that time I felt sour tears.

The tears were filled with a lot of emotion, and they also washed away my willfulness.

That time I failed the exam, and when I came home, I thought that my mother would reprimand me or scold me, but my mother just calmly analyzed the reasons for failing the exam with me and gave me encouragement, and I burst into tears.