The beginning and end of the essay That Time I Cried .

Beginning: In the golden childhood, there are bitter and sweet. Sometimes, we cry over remorse, and we cry over hard-won success. But the most memorable thing for me is that (

tears. Ending: That time, I was in tears. It's not because of an accidental injury, it's not because it's misunderstood by others, it's just because (

Hope it helps.

Wu Yuxuan, Xuzhou.

Beginning: You can use the way you recall something to make a clue that leads to the following; The content is up to your imagination; Ending: I cried that time, so I'll be stronger in the future.

Actually, I'm not very good at writing essays.)

At that moment I burst into tears, wonderful beginnings and endings:

1. Beginning: Tears are the sublimation of emotion, the language of excitement, the fragile confession, and the fragments of the soul The crystal teardrops treasured in the memory are moving.

2. Beginning: The years are like songs, but there is no eternal tone. You don't know when it's going to go up and down; Life is like a wheel, but there is no eternal direction. You don't know when it's going to move or stop. In the face of ups and downs and an unknown life, crying is inevitable.

3. Ending: The rain in the sky moistens the earth, and the love of our parents melts our hearts. This time, I was left with tears. I was touched by the love of my parents. How can I cry? I want to wipe away my tears, study hard, and repay my parents for their kindness in the future.

4. Ending: tears, crystalline; tears, sweet and sour; Tears, happiness....Lingering in my grandmother's love, I am happy. Grandma's tears of longing for me should be happy.

5. Ending: What a great mother's love! When I think of this, I think of myself. My mom cared so much about me, but I was indifferent and didn't know how to repay her. I'm really not as good as the son in the story. My tears were not only moving, but also guilty.

Beginning: Every tear has a reason why it falls: because of joy, because of emotion, because of sadness, because of remorse......Behind every tear is a story. As for me, I once shed tears of emotion.

Ending: Tears are not only salty, but also contain a sweet success.

Text: Every tear has a reason for falling: because of joy, because of moving, because of sadness, because of remorse......Behind every tear is a story. As for me, I once shed tears of emotion.

When I first entered the fourth grade, I was a little unaccustomed to it, but the campus life was still in full swing. I don't know why, I always feel that this semester is very tense, everyone's nerves are tight, there is no slightest slackness, and nervousness quickly replaces the laziness at the beginning.

A tense semester passed quickly, the final exam is coming, whether it is in class or after class, there are only a few people in the corridor, and more students are struggling to write between the "sea of questions" on the desk in the classroom, of course, I am also one of them, who doesn't want to take the exam better? Everyone was concentrating on preparing for the test, stacks of calculation papers piled up next to the trash cans, and the number of exercise books skyrocketed.

Finally, when the day of the exam came, we walked into the exam room with mixed feelings of nervousness and excitement. Each exam room was very quiet, except for the "swish" sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper. Soon, the exam was over, and everyone gathered with different moods to answer the questions and wait for the moment when the score results came out.

The results of the exam were announced three days later, and when I saw my name on the report card, I burst into tears: my efforts were not in vain! Tears are not only salty, but also contain a sweet success.

During the summer vacation of the third grade, my mother saw that I was very fond of playing badminton, so she enrolled me in a badminton training class at Cuizhu Middle School.

On the first day of badminton class, I came to the gymnasium of Cuizhu Middle School with a badminton racket on my back. It was the hottest dog season of summer, the sun was blazing, and I hadn't started training yet, but my head was already oozing sweat. At this time, I was already a little bit behind, and I thought:

How comfortable it is to blow the air conditioner at home, what a sin to come here! I really want to run home right away, eat popsicles and watch TV in an air-conditioned room, so comfortable. But now that I'm standing here, I've had to dismiss that thought.

Our coach's surname is Xu, and he is a young man who has just retired from the provincial team. Coach Xu said to us: "The students are all newcomers, you must know that to play badminton well, you must have enough physical strength, so we must have at least 1 hour of physical training every day, and now the students will go to the playground to run ten laps first!"

What the? Ten turns, my ears are not misheard. 250 meters a lap, 10 laps but 2500 meters?

On such a hot day, you won't get heat stroke! I muttered as I walked to the playground at the urging of my instructor.

Conclusion: It's time to run, and I'm out of the starting line with the other new students. Minutes and seconds passed, and I had already run to the third lap, which was two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, the sun was shining brightly, and I was sweating as if I was going to faint.

Lap after lap passed, and I ran slower and slower, and my feet were as heavy as lead.

The thought of having to suffer like this every day throughout the summer vacation made my tears flow down my face, covering my entire face, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on my face. When I finally made it to lap 10, I wiped away my tears and made my way to the finish line strongly. Closer, closer, I finally reached the end, I didn't care if it was clean, I just lay down on the ground, I just wanted to relax, I was so weak that I couldn't breathe, as if all my internal organs had been hollowed out.

I spent the whole summer soaked in sweat every day, and when I was severely criticized by my coach, I would cry uncontrollably. After persevering like this for a year, I gradually became stronger, and in the fifth grade sports meeting, I actually won the first place in the whole grade twice, which was an unexpected surprise. When I think back on the experience of more than a year, I feel a lot of feelings, and my ears seem to remember what my mother said to me every time I cried:

Men don't flick when they have tears, be stronger, men must endure hardships, withstand beatings, and pay will be rewarded.

In tears, I am growing, and after tears, I am stronger.

Everyone was in tears. Either gratitude, or joy, or remorse. I can't help but shed tears. This time, I was in tears.

Pay attention at the beginning of the essay: the content is concise, lead to the following, and the number of words should not be too much.

I'll just start: tears are a way for people to express their emotions. There are many kinds of tears, there are tears of pain, and there are tears of joy. In my childhood, there were tears of sadness and tears of happiness.

Tears are regrets after failure; Tears are a testimony of pleasure when you are happy; Tears are the jewels that sparkle when you are moved. At that moment, tears fell quietly.

Tears, each one will have an unforgettable time.

Experiences will leave a deep imprint on the depths of emotions.

Tears are the natural outpouring of emotions, or joy, or excitement, or sadness or chagrin、、、 tears are a record of growth, and every crystal teardrop reflects the journey we have walked.