The essay with tears in his eyes consists of five paragraphs and 400 words

This is a composition lesson that brings tears to your eyes.

The teacher said affectionately: "Students, I want to tell you in this class that your relatives will always leave you, so you must learn to face these and love your parents in your heart; Love is in words; Love in action

I remember that the composition class was on a rainy day with a drizzle, but when we arrived, the parents were already there, and each parent was sitting next to their children.

At this time, Director Zhu handed out a white and flawless white paper, and we wrote down the five most memorable names. We didn't know what kind of medicine Director Zhu was selling in the gourd, but we still easily wrote down five names, but after we finished writing, she actually asked us to cross out the names one by one! I looked around and saw that many of them were rolling away with tears rolling in their eyes.

At this time, she said, "Take twenty minutes to write down what you just felt and make it an essay." Before I could write it, I looked around again and saw that many of them were writing with tears in their eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Yifei read his article, and after reading it, he hugged his mother.

We all left the classroom with tears in our eyes after class, which taught us that when we face our loved ones, we should "love in our hearts, love in words, and love in deeds." ”

In fact, touching things happen every day, and today a particularly touching thing happened.

In today's physical education class, the teacher said happily: "Students, let's make up for the time we owe in physical education class today, okay?" The students all scrambled to answer in unison

Good! As soon as the voice fell, the girl ran out to play first. We are playing a game of "eagle catching chicken", Zhao Yuqi is the eagle, Li Wenxi is the chicken mother, and the others are the chickens.

My position was behind Yang Ruolin, Yang Ruolin suddenly became excited, his elbow touched my nose at once, and suddenly, I felt a hot stream flowing down from my nose, making my throat hot. Intuitively, I knew that my nose was bleeding, and Zhao Yuqi saw it, and immediately led me to the teacher, reported what happened, and then hurriedly led me to the bathroom, and told me on the way to be sure to look up to prevent the blood from flowing back. When I got to the bathroom, she helped me wash my nose and comforted me

It's okay, my nose also bleeds a lot. After saying this, her nose was also bleeding, and I saw that her nose was bleeding, and I shouted in surprise: "Zhao Yuqi, are you okay?"

I'll wipe it for you. But she didn't care and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Then, she hurriedly poured water into her nose, and finally, her nosebleed barely stopped, and I burst into tears at the sight of her like this.

What touched me about this incident was that she was careless and careless about herself, but she was careful and thoughtful to her classmates, and she really deserved to be my good friend and a good example for her classmates!

I don't know how many tears have been shed over the years, some of them are excited and joyful, and some of them are sad and heartbroken. Tears are not bitter. It's sweet.

She nourishes my heart, cleanses my heart, and inspires my potential. In tears, I chose honesty, in tears, I gradually grew, in tears, I went to success. It's been two years, but I still remember it vividly.

I remember it was in the third grade, and we were about to test the final exam of the language. I was ecstatic, I had always been at the top of my exams in the last few exams, so I became proud and complacent, and when the teacher reviewed our homework with us, the students listened with great interest and the teacher spoke with great energy. But just thinking about my good results in those exams, this time it must have been a piece of cake.

The next day, the teacher handed out a review paper, and I was nervous about holding it. I don't remember a word of the teacher's lecture yesterday, and my mind is blank. After the exam.

I sighed and walked out of the classroom. The teacher reported the scores, and I really didn't believe my ears, I only scored 80 points. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes, and bean-sized tears flowed down my cheeks, neck, and finally, a pool of crystal tears dripped onto the test papers, desks, and books, ......I thought to myself:

I want to fight, I want to struggle, I want to forge ahead......In these 40 minutes, remember every word the teacher said, and remember the teacher's questions and answers next to your pants. Sure enough, the sentence was answered: the emperor lives up to his wishes.

In the final exam, I repaid the expectations of my parents and teachers with excellent results. I also understood: learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Humility makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind. This incident has always been in my mind, and it has become the most brilliant stroke in my learning history. Tears make you richer in compound interest and make you stronger.

Bravely taste the tears and experience them with your heart. You will find that it is not bitter. Be kind to your tears, be kind to the setbacks in the process of growing up, and you will find that this is also an unforgettable wealth, and it is a ladder for you to succeed.

When you see a beautiful bird perched on the windowsill and chirp like that, or even only half a beautiful chirp; When you see apples falling slowly from the trees, leaving a light mark on the dust; When you see a long-lost look or gesture from a friend; When you ......In this short moment, you will be deeply moved like me! So, I found that emotion is everywhere.

You may say, "Why don't I feel it?" This only shows that in life, you don't pay attention, you don't observe, you don't find out!

I don't know if you have ever encountered this situation, but I have such a personal experience: the night gradually falls, and in the quiet starry night, I pick up the lamp and read at night. Suddenly, a moth burst into my room and came into my field of vision.

I saw it flapping its gray-white wings, turning and turning on the lamp, and swooping down on the most dazzling ......It was scalded off by the hot bulb, and half of its wings were burned off. Seeing the tragedy of the moth, I thought to myself, "You little thing, so weak, dare to hit a stone with an egg."

What I didn't expect at all was that it was crawling in the direction of the lamp with difficulty. A desk may not seem big, but for such a weak moth, it can be imagined. I saw it slowly fluttering its injured wings, slowly climbing up the lampstand, and staying for a while, as if it was slowly recovering its strength.

Suddenly, I saw it open.

Touching is everywhere.

At the time, it sounded confusing, but now that I think about it, it makes sense. Because there are so many things that make me deeply understand the word touched!

When the slightest breeze blows all things, sitting alone at the table, listening to the wind singing, watching the leaves flying--- this is a touch. Summer goes to autumn, boring walking on the path full of dead leaves, listening to the accompaniment of broken leaves at your feet--- is a kind of touching! When the first snowflake falls, it happens to land on the palm of your hand, and it is a touch to see it slowly melt---

When winter waves goodbye, spring arrives slowly and methodically, sprinkling spring on the boundless land and undulating mountains--- it is a touch! The moving of the season, accompanied by the rhythm and temperature, as long as we pay attention to the observation, we will all be moved!

When the chick pecks out of its shell, chirps to find its mother, and gazes serenely--- it is a touch! When the bird sees this colorful world for the first time and flies into the sky for the first time--- it is a touch! When ants run around, working tirelessly, carrying the fruits of their labor--- it is a kind of touching!

When the fawn pokes out its head and stumbles to learn to grow up, the life of a scholar --- a kind of touching! The animal is moved, with body temperature, color, and different from the wonderfulness of things, of course we will not let go of this touch!

Touching is everywhere. Moved, all the time, let our hearts be moved by these small lives; Let our moving precipitate in our hearts, and let our moving be sublimated in precipitation; Let the sublimated emotion store the emotion again!