Write a wonderful piece of essay about a tearful scene

1. The most painful thing is the section between letting go and not letting go. If you are truly determined to give up, on the contrary, there will be a sense of relief.

2. I didn't know each other at first, and I didn't recognize each other in the end.

3. After walking the same street, return to two worlds.

4. There are always some people who were originally just passers-by of life, but later became frequent visitors to memory.

5. I cried and told myself that this was the last time, the last time I cried for him, and the last time I cried for a man

6. Finally waiting for you. It's a good thing I didn't make it!

7. Bosom friend, it's good to have one or two, it really doesn't have to be too much. The joy of friends lies in that solid trust.

8. As long as your feet are still on the ground, don't take yourself too lightly; As long as you're still living on Earth, don't think too much of yourself.

9. True tenacity should be thorough when crying, laughing and laughing, speaking to the fullest, and not hesitating when doing.

10. Sincerity is closest to sadness.

Every shed tear has an unforgettable experience, or joy, sadness, or remorse, which will leave a deep imprint in the depths of the emotion. Tears are a record of growth, and every crystal teardrop reflects the journey I have walked.

That day, I came to the classroom early, sat in my seat and packed my school bag, rummaging through it, but I couldn't find the language book. At this time, as if God was joking with me, it began to rain heavily. I sat in my seat and watched the rain out the window sadly, thinking about the teacher's criticism of me.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind: call ** and ask my mother to send it. After beating **, thinking of the scene of my mother coming in the wind and rain, I suddenly regretted it, my mother usually works very hard, and she has to do these things for me, why should I leave my mistakes caused by carelessness to my mother to make up for it

After a while, there was a sharp sound of footsteps outside the classroom, presumably the teacher was coming. My heart went up and down, and I looked anxiously out the door, and it turned out to be my mother, who was soaking wet, and her hair was still dripping with cold rain. I rushed out of the classroom and walked up to my mother, my throat choked in like something was in place, and I couldn't speak.

I saw my mother smile slightly and handed me the language book she took out of her arms. Holding the language book that was not wet at all, a warm current suddenly came to my heart, and I seemed to see the scene where my mother would rather be soaked than let the language book get wet. I threw myself into my mother's arms, tears welling up in my eyes.

My mother stroked my head with her cold hands and said kindly, "Okay, don't cry, just be careful next time, and go back to class." Then, leaving the classroom and looking at my mother's distant figure, my tears flowed again.

This tearing made me realize the selflessness of mother's love, Mom, I want to repay you with the best results.