Essay My First Year Without Tears 600 words

I didn't shed tears in my first year.

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 by my parents". It 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.

I used to live in elementary school, but now that I am in the first year of junior high school, I must be strong and work hard. This is the beginning.

Give some ideas: write about your own strength.

Key words: 600 words for the first year of junior high school.

Word Count: 600 words essay.

Essay**: This essay is a 600-word essay on the first year of junior high school, titled: "I Don't Shed Tears", and everyone is welcome to contribute. I don't shed tears Hubei Zhongxiang Mayor Changshou No. 1 Middle School Liu Daoyan Fuhong hail instructor teacher Ma Yuqin I am a good girl.

I have shed tears for an abandoned kitten who was homeless and unable to do anything about it, I have shed tears for a minor child who was beaten to death by his own mother because he did not pass 90 points on an exam, I have shed tears for ......There are so many "beens" that I can't count. Adults say I'm a crying girl. I know:

I am the happiest, and the most melancholy; I am the most lively and quiet; I love to laugh and cry the most......In the eyes of others, I will always be a little girl who doesn't grow up - childish, naughty, innocent and childish!

Until one day, on that night full of stars, I found out that my birthday candles were already 11 instead of 10. It dawned on me that I wasn't a little girl anymore. "Be a 'good girl', you can't cry and laugh anymore!

The words of adults are always in my ears. "yes, be a good girl, no more tears. "I admonished myself all the time.

Looking up at the stars in the sky, I thought back to the girl who greedily looked at all kinds of books and magazines in the kiosk, and wanted to have them all, but wrinkled her nose and raised her eyebrows because of financial constraints; recalls the girl who stubbornly jumped again and again and wanted to cry but laughed at her classmates because she failed a long jump; recalls the girl who looked at the cool hat washed away by the waves, and grimaced helplessly at the sea; recalls the girl who likes to smile at people and tilt her head to think about problems; I think back to the girl who still had tears on her cheeks but pursed her lips and smiled......Tears welled up in my eyes again. The stars are still blinking freely. I suddenly had an epiphany - why bother with myself?

Why bother pursuing any maturity? Why bother to live so depressed and tired? I am me, I am no one else.

Why should I change myself for the sake of being a "good girl" in the eyes of others? I laughed and counted the stars, "One, two, three, four, five.......""For a long time, for a long time, the brightest star still shines in the sky, and I have bid farewell to the stormy season. Because, I don't shed tears anymore.

This time, I didn't cry.

Outside the window, the rain ravages the world. The rain hits the glass, like a tear that falls from someone.

Knock knock knock" was a very polite knock on the door. Lier came out of the kitchen humming a song, and when she opened the door, she saw me in a mess. One drop, two drops, the rain ran down the corners of my clothes, my face dripped, splashed on the ground like a flower.

Li Er looked at me: "Come in, the rain is big." I nodded, and as soon as I stepped through the door, I let out a loud sneeze.

Put it on, don't catch a cold. Li Er sat on the sofa and watched me slowly wipe my hair: "Your two are arguing again."

I looked up at Li Er's big beautiful eyes, "Sister Li Er, I'm going to stay with you again." ”

Okay, it's cold, and it's nice to have someone to be a stove for me. As he spoke, he made a very enjoyable expression. I was amused by her performance, and she laughed too, and the room instantly added a touch of color.

Dead! You open the door for me! You're embarrassed to let me in with such heavy rain!!

An angry voice pierced the night. Li Er and I were both shocked and looked at each other in surprise. Before he could react, there was a deafening sound from the door

If you have the ability, don't come back. Don't be ashamed! I looked at Li Er worriedly, "It's Mom."

She pulled me to the door and motioned for me to be quiet.

I worked hard to support my family, I ate with my own money, and I also had a share of the house, why didn't you let me in! Mom was still yelling, slamming the door of the house. I couldn't take it anymore, and opened the door with a "hula":

Mom, come to Sister Li Er's house first. "Mom's face still has rain left, and her face is already covered with wind and frost when she is only forty years old. She pondered for a moment, nodded and followed me through the door.

A storm has subsided temporarily.