He wrote a composition in tears.

1. He cried 500 words in his composition.

Wei, 3.3 thousand points. "

Miss Huang looked at him with a hint of majesty and a hint of warning. And my heart suddenly "coughed".

It's like the sound of typing on a keyboard, which rings all over my body and makes me extremely uncomfortable. I put my hand on my chest, stared at Wei for a while, and opened my mouth with something I couldn't say first.

After a while, everyone discussed it. As soon as he came up, he said that he had deducted more than 3 thousand points for not finishing the change, and he lost money.

I looked at him silently, with dark eyes and straight eyes, and said, "Isn't that a good time?" I frowned at him, but he said, "I haven't heard of changing it!" " "He is a bit like a cat ready to attack its prey. I changed my expression, frowned, stared at him a little hard, and said impatiently, "I said I would change it long ago." "

I grabbed the paper and shook it several times. "Do you understand?" He lowered his voice a little ashamed again, held the paper in his hands and looked at it straight for a while, like a thoughtful writer. "I don't know." He also spread out his hands, shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture of indifference.

"I said I would change it long ago, so why not change it in front and touch it behind?" I pointed my finger at the paper hard, my eyes were as wide as an angry lion, and my voice was too loud to stop. Powerful momentum surrounded me. "I wrote some when I was free, but I was too lazy to write later."

He said with his head down. He cried. He covered his cheek. Sobbing can be seen everywhere, like a small leaf, everywhere, like a strand of hair, everywhere, like a dandelion, flying with hope, like air, everywhere.

He put his head on the book again, and drops of tears crossed his eyes and flowed down his cheeks to the book, drop by drop. He cried that he would write four compositions.

Please remember that there are five people in this group. You can't be discouraged because there are five people. . .

He cried 500 words in his composition.

Wei, 3.3 thousand points. "Miss Huang's eyes looked him straight, with a hint of majesty and a hint of warning. And my heart suddenly "coughed". It's like the sound of typing on a keyboard, which rings all over my body and makes me extremely uncomfortable. I put my hand on my chest, stared at Wei for a while, and opened my mouth with something I couldn't say first. After a while, everyone discussed it. As soon as he came up, he said that he had deducted more than 3 thousand points for not finishing the change, and he lost money. I looked at him coldly, with dark eyes, and looked straight at him and said, "Isn't that a good time?" I frowned at him, but he said, "I haven't heard of changing!" " "He is a bit like a cat ready to attack its prey. I changed my expression, frowned, stared at him a little hard, and said impatiently, "I told you to change." I grabbed the paper and shook it several times. "Do you understand?" He lowered his voice a little ashamed again, held the paper in his hands and looked at it straight for a while, like a thoughtful writer. "I don't know." He also spread out his hands, shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture of indifference. "I said I would change it long ago, so why not change it in front and touch it behind?" I pointed my finger at the paper hard, my eyes were as wide as an angry lion, and my voice was too loud to stop. Powerful momentum surrounded me. "I wrote some when I was free, but I was too lazy to write later." He said with his head down. He cried. He covered his cheek. Sobbing can be seen everywhere, like a small leaf, everywhere, like a strand of hair, everywhere, like a dandelion, flying with hope, like air, everywhere.

He put his head on the book again, and drops of tears crossed his eyes and flowed down his cheeks to the book, drop by drop. He cried that he would write four compositions.

Please remember that there are five people in this group. You can't be discouraged because there are five people.

3. Write an essay "This time, he cried"

He is my deskmate. It's a placement student He is a boy who loves to laugh. I never found a country, and he cried.

He has a unique and ingenious name: Yu. There happened to be an empty seat next to my seat, so he naturally sat next to me. His little white face has an elegant temperament. He likes laughing, but he doesn't like crying. His face is filled with that charming smile, which is a little naive.

Although I love to laugh, he is as quiet as me and spends most of his time in silence. Talk occasionally, and then laugh. I like to watch him laugh. He looks much better when he smiles than when he frowns. We seem very similar. He loves to laugh, so do I. He doesn't like talking, and neither do I.

As the days passed by, we gradually had more contact, established a deep friendship with each other, changed our old style and chased each other every day, which was quite interesting.

Until one day, he behaved strangely. Feather came to the classroom early and said nothing at his desk. I'm worried. Ask him why. Feather just looked at me coldly, still on his desk. His expression is almost like lightning before a storm. I realize that something must have happened, but I don't know how to comfort him.

After a class, he was still like this, his head buried deeper, as if he were hiding something. Finally, school is over. He ran out crying with his schoolbag on his back. He cried.

This is the first time I have seen him cry.

The next day, after he got rid of his sadness, he told me what was going on. It turned out that my grandfather, who had been with him since childhood and had all his childhood memories, passed away. I remember that he once described to me the happy scene when his brother and grandfather played. ...

This time, he cried so sadly that he suddenly lost his motivation. ...

This time, he cried, crying very sad, very sad.

He shed tears in this composition.

This time he shed tears. The teacher told us a story, which was very inspiring.

Here's the story. A man met a fairy, and the fairy said to him, "You have the opportunity to be the richest man in the world, you can also gain outstanding status and respect in society, and you can marry a beautiful girl."

This man has been waiting for this opportunity (miracle) all his life. However, the man didn't wait for the opportunity, he became poor, and finally, he died alone.

Later, the man went to heaven, and he saw the fairy again. He said angrily to the fairy, "Why did I wait all my life and never show up?" You are lying to me! The fairy said, "I didn't lie to you, I just promised you." "The man was puzzled, and the fairy said," You remember that you thought of an extraordinary idea that might make you richer, but you didn't do it because you were afraid of failure. I left this opportunity to another person, but this person did it without hesitation. Finally, because of his success, he became the richest man in the world. "

The man nodded his head. The fairy went on to say, "Do you remember that there was a big earthquake where you lived before? The earthquake trapped many people underground. These people need your help very much, and they could have won the respect of society for you, but because you are afraid that your home will be robbed by thieves, you will not do that respect for this reason. "

The man nodded shyly. The fairy continued: "Do you remember that there was a beautiful girl who always attracted you, but you finally ignored her for fear of rejection, so you didn't propose to her?" This will make you have several happy families and several beautiful and handsome children. "

The man nodded, but this time he shed tears ... This story makes us understand that there are many opportunities around us, and these opportunities can only be discovered if you do and try. If you want a chance of success, you must try, don't give up just because of a little failure. I believe that failure is the mother of success. There are still some seemingly ordinary opportunities, so we should make good use of them.

Make it extraordinary in your hands. Because I always have a belief in my heart: "We are surrounded by many opportunities every day. Remember not to wait for extraordinary opportunities to appear in front of you, but to seize every ordinary opportunity and make it extraordinary in your hands. "

5.800-word composition "He cried"

At that moment, he cried.

Primary school life has long since ended, and I can't forget every bit. But there is one thing I regret so far, and I often think of it. However, black and white photos came to my mind. ...

It was in the fifth grade of primary school. There is a classmate in our class. His name is Shi Hui Jr. He studies very well. We often discuss math problems together. This is an enviable good friend. But what happened next completely shattered our friendship. It was a recess, and as for the reason, I have forgotten. All I remember is that we had a terrible argument and neither of us would take a step back. Finally, we two children got into a fight. At that time, he was neither tall nor thin, and I was tall in my class at that time, so I took advantage of my height to push him away at once. "Bang!"

He didn't answer, choked back his tears and then slowly returned to his seat. I panicked at that time. I just feel that I am not the one who gets along well with my classmates and is praised by my teacher. But I didn't listen to the next two classes, and my heart was just full of regret and sadness.

Since then, I have never contacted him again. It's like an invisible glass between us. Every time I look into each other's eyes, I feel that the friendship between two people can't be as close as before. And every time he walks past me, he looks like a stranger with cold eyes. Although it has been three years, it is still clear, as if it happened yesterday. Every time I think of this irreparable friendship, I can't help but sigh.

The last time I saw him was on my way home, when we all stopped our bikes. He asked me first, "Do you live here?" I answered yes, and then I asked him if he lived around here. After that, we went our separate ways. At this moment, I couldn't help looking back at him and his petite body. I feel sad and always feel indebted to him. I haven't seen him since.

That is, from that moment on, I understood a truth. Sometimes, things that we don't cherish are only found when we miss them, just like my past friendship with him and a little regret in life.

6. I cried at that moment. How to write a composition?

At that moment, I shed tears. I only remember that the sky was gloomy and covered with huge clouds. It looks like a bound net. It looks like rain. I sat by the window of the classroom and looked at the sky. I whispered how bad the weather was, but I felt an unspeakable depression in my heart. I just feel as if something is going to happen. After half a class, my father took me out of the classroom. His eyes are red. However, you can still see the faint tears on your face. The car bumped for a long time before it stopped-at home. This family is crowded with people, neighbors, grandmothers and uncles ... some people who have gathered for a long time have arrived. They sat in front of the house with their heads down, and everyone's face was serious and sad. I haven't seen my grandparents. I don't know when that noisy cry reached my ears, and I was stupid. But I know my hunch has come true. I foolishly bypassed the crowd and came to grandpa's room. I was stunned by what I saw-grandpa was lying flat on the bed, his face was bloodless, and his hands were placed peacefully at his sides. My aunt, uncle, cousin and others are either kneeling in the corner or crying. Grandma saw me and sobbed and said, "You don't have a grandfather to call anymore. Grandpa died of illness! " I don't know if I was scared by this bolt from the blue or scared. I forgot how to cry, but I froze. I squatted down in the corner and saw scenes of the past. Grandpa wakes up at dawn every day, and sometimes I wake up. When I was four years old, he would take me to the fields. He can move the chair, and I will sit in the chair and watch him busy. He always cultivates and works. That's the clearest picture in my mind when I watched Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard. In the afternoon, grandpa took me to sit under the grape trellis and took a book to read. I snuggled up to him, and he taught me to read and sometimes told me stories. Before I entered school, I learned many stories from my peers. In the evening, my grandfather will take me to visit, and we will walk together in the afterglow of the moon. Suddenly, my nose ached and tears welled up in my eyes. At this moment, the sadness I had accumulated for a long time suddenly broke out. Tears came down. Tears ran down my cheeks, salty and bitter ... God, it rained after all, and it rained cats and dogs. Grandpa's hearse is about to go. I suddenly woke up crying, regardless of the umbrella of adults, rushed into the rain and lay on the hearse. At that time, my mood was as gloomy and bleak as the sky that day. At that moment, grandma asked, "Does grandpa love you?" I shed tears. Today, six years later, I am in tears. My eyes are still grandpa's kind face and my ears are still grandpa's kind voice. This is an example that can be used for reference.

7. He cried. How to write a composition?

There are many words to describe a person crying. The following is for reference only.

Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping.

Crying on his back and silently, Lacrimosa cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried.

Crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying.

Crying on his back and silently, Lacrimosa cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried, cried.

Crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying.

8. He/she cried 400 words of composition.

I have always been afraid to write a composition. It can be said that the scalp is numb when I see the composition. I have a headache when I hear the teacher say that I want to write a composition. As long as I have the chance to slip away, I will run on watermelon skin. She cried her composition.

When I was in fifth grade, there was an essay contest. Teacher Wang, the head teacher of our class, asked me to attend. I hate writing the most, so I want to take part in any essay contest, so I try my best to get Mr. Wang not to let me take part, but Mr. Wang just doesn't agree. I think it is impossible not to take part in this composition contest, so it is difficult for me to be a teacher. So when I got home, I desperately read some composition books my parents bought for me before and reported them to the Buddha.

On the day of the composition contest, I walked into the examination room with trepidation. Everything went well at first, and I thought it was well written. I didn't think there would be nothing to write in the middle, but soon it happened and I suddenly felt that I had nothing to write. At this time, I looked up and saw that all my classmates had written it, some were sitting there playing, and some were seriously revising it. I was sure I wouldn't win the prize. Later, I scribbled in a muddle, and finally I worked hard to finish it. At this time, I handed in my composition in a hurry.

A few days later, when the teacher told me that I won the second place in the composition competition, I was so excited that tears filled my eyes.

These are tears of excitement, tears of excitement, tears of happiness.

"Woo ... woo ..." There was a cry from the neighbor's house, and then a little girl with short stature and fine features ran out. Who is she? She is my good friend-Sister Ling. Her face is full of tears. It is strange that she seldom cries when playing with me. Why is she crying today? I am curious. The middle school student wrote "She cried" (). I quickly followed her downstairs.

The weather is not very good today, it is cloudy with light rain. She braved the light rain and ran to the corner and sat in a chair. I followed her to find her. I was afraid something would happen to her, because she was my good friend. I saw her sitting motionless in the chair, tears streaming down her eyes. I used to sit next to her and asked softly, "What's the matter with you?" She didn't answer and continued to be sad. I asked again, "What can I do for you?" She whispered, "No, it's none of your business." I was very angry and said, "We are good friends. If you have anything to tell me, I can share it with you! " "

She didn't speak, and I sat next to her. I tried to amuse her, but she kept crying. I thought to myself: something must have happened, otherwise, how could she cry so sadly and never stop? I said, "What happened to you? Tell me quickly. " She finally said that it turned out to be like this: that afternoon, she and her pet dog Xiaohei were watching TV. Suddenly, her father pushed the door and came in and said, "Sister Ling, your cousin says our puppy is cute. Let's give it to her, ok?"

Reluctantly, she said loudly, "No, no one is allowed to touch my little black!" " "No, you must give it to your little sister." Her father left no room for discussion. "Originally, I don't like this dog. Today, I have a chance to send it away. Why not? " At this time, her mother came over and said to her, "Xiaojie, since my little sister likes this puppy, give it to her!" " Let's buy a cuter one. ""I don't want it. I want this puppy. " At this moment, Sister Ling burst into tears.

Her parents still refused to change their minds and insisted on taking the puppy away from her. She roared, "well, if you send the puppy away, I'll never go home again." Her father still came out with the puppy in his arms. So she left the door. Hearing this, I comforted her and said, "Don't be sad. Your cousin will take good care of your puppy. You can go and see it often." It's not like you will never see it. ""But ... ""Don't be a but. " I interrupted her,

"Don't cry, go home. Your parents will worry about you. " "I won't forgive them!" Then she cried again. "But they raised you. It's wrong for you to get angry with them for such a trivial matter." I said. She regretted it a little and said to me, "So ... what now?" "Go home!" I said to her. "That ... never mind!" She just said yes. I went upstairs and went home with her. It has been more than three years now, but I have never forgotten it. I can't forget, I can't forget what we talked about that day, and I can't forget the scene where she cried that day.

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