Suppose I didn t cry weekly journal or essay 600

Updated on educate 2024-04-18
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-08

    When I was a child, I was a very disobedient child, mainly reflected in the big class when my father sent me to school, I always cried and cried, not obedient at all, all of a sudden said to buy marshmallows, and then said to buy rag dolls, every time my father met my requirements, but every time I still twisted and refused to enter the school, even if I entered the school, I also held my father's leg and did not let him go, and finally my father was helpless, so he forcibly pulled me away from him, and then left me in the school to leave. Again, my dad sent me to school, I sat in my dad's car, this time, I was unusual, full of spring breeze, with a sweet smile on my face, and I didn't mean to cry at all, this was the first time I didn't cry in class. When I arrived at the school gate, I didn't need my father to send me, I jumped in by myself, if it was usual, I would have desperately grabbed my father's hand to stay by my father's side for a few more moments.

    When I entered the school and came to my classroom, I looked at the teacher standing on the podium, and felt that she was very amiable, and her classmates were also very cute and lively. This time, the main reason why I changed like this is because yesterday when the teacher raised my hand for the first time in class, the teacher called me, I had a question, the teacher threw a praising look at me, and at the end of the class, the teacher called me to her office, and she said to me, "You did very well today, and you were very accurate."

    Complete, we must make persistent efforts and persevere. As soon as he said he was playing, he took out a lollipop from the cabinet and handed it to me. I walked out of the office excitedly, and that's when I realized that reading a book is not a very annoying thing and is full of fun.

    Since then, I no longer cry and procrastinate in school, I am always happy, and sometimes I miss my teachers and classmates during the holidays. It was the teacher who made me know the joy of learning and made me love learning.

    That time, I didn't cry.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    That time, I cried so hard that I cried, but this time, I didn't cry because I wasn't a child anymore.

    Shot 1: One day when I was in the third grade of elementary school, snowflakes were floating outside the classroom, and it was flying, like a little elf. In class, some students greeted the snowflakes outside the window, some students stared out the window in a daze, and I was thinking about building a snowman after school.

    The teacher was very angry and decided to see who was not sitting well, so he would not let anyone leave school first, and we were young and ignorant and sat up straight one by one, and the teacher did decide who would go first and who would go later according to the quality of learning. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people, and I saw that there were already tears in the eyes of my tablemates, and I obviously had an urge to cry, and finally, tears came out of my eyes like the water of the Yellow River bursting the embankment, and the teacher had more helplessness in his eyes, and finally called my name and let me go. That time, I burst into tears.

    Shot 2: On that day, dark clouds were thick, lightning and thunder roared, and it rained heavily after a while. I remembered that the birdcage was still outside, and I rushed home as soon as school ended.

    But the parrot, who had been with me for many years, went quietly. Looking at the empty birdcage, I had many thoughts in my heart, "If I had found out about my illness earlier, I wouldn't have died." Another one I thought again:

    On my birthday, my grandfather came to my house and brought me a mysterious gift - a parrot. It's small, smart, and good at learning, and I quickly fell in love with it. It was like a meteor gliding across the sky on a moonlit night, although it was short, it was extremely moving, and it left me with a good memory.

    This time, I didn't even cry.

    On the way we grow, we will always encounter a lot of things and meet a lot of people. As Pushkin wrote, "Don't be sad, don't be anxious, melancholy days need to be calm, believe it, happy days will come", isn't it?

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