That time I wrote 300 words in tears.

In life, work and study, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. According to the different writing time limit, writing can be divided into limited writing and unrestricted writing. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a 300-word tearful composition I compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

I cried at that time. Every time I see that brand-new award, I always think of the scene in May of the year before last 1 when I went to Tang Hong Middle School in Ningbo with my teacher to participate in the model rubber band-driven airplane competition.

On the way to the game, through the fields, bursts of green came into view, which made people relaxed and happy at first sight. I hope I can go home with a full load on a whim. When we arrived at the campus, we waited for the teacher where the plane was made. I hang my head because I am carsick.

The teacher brought the materials, I skillfully made them and put them together one by one ... The teacher told me that I could take part in the competition. I followed the teacher to the competition venue in a delicate plane. It's really hot today, like being covered in a big steamer, and the sweat keeps flowing downwards. I gave the plane to the teacher, and the teacher said, "I put oil on the rubber band of your plane to keep you blank for a long time during the game!" " ""thank you, teacher! "After that, I ran to the referee. I saw the referee still taking notes for others. I waited and watched other people's planes hovering in the sky, thinking: I must fly well and don't embarrass the school. It's my turn. The moment the referee pressed the timer, it made my heart tremble. The plane flew out unhurriedly and the propeller kept turning. " I put down my ideal! "My heart is surging." Fly your dreams, plane! "I looked at the plane, hey, I flew for more than 80 seconds, and I must have broken the record. I jumped three feet.

In June, I finally got the certificate, "I won the first prize!" " "Looking at this award, my eyes are wet. ...

That time, I shed tears. Everyone said, "It hurts, but it hurts." Parents beat their children for their own good.

I didn't believe this before: how can it be said that parents beat their children? Later, a real example made me deny these.

That's one of my neighbors. I was playing poker with my neighbor's son. We played until noon. His mother told him to go back for dinner. If he doesn't go back, his mother will have to go back by herself. He stayed up late with me. I still vaguely remember that night, his room was very noisy. I snuck past and looked through the window. I was shocked. My mother is beating the child with a hanger. Seeing this, I feel very guilty: it's all my fault. He played with me so late that he was beaten black and blue by his mother. I can't help but add more contempt to his mother: I should play too much for the children, so it's not worth hitting them. My parents fell asleep that night, but I couldn't sleep. I've been thinking about the picture of my neighbor being beaten by my mother

Suddenly I heard a cry from my neighbor's house. I came to my neighbor's window again. I saw his mother and father sitting on the sofa. My mother is crying and my father is comforting her. My mother cried and said, "how did I give birth to such a black sheep?" I didn't say that I didn't get good grades, but I still made friends with such poor people ... "I couldn't help but burst into tears: it turned out that parents really beat their children for the sake of their children. ...

I think of Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, and I also believe that "beating is pain and scolding is love".

I shed tears that time. Many touching things have happened in my life, but I will never forget a story in my memory: there is a family in a poor village with rain and snow. One day it snowed heavily and all the families were hungry. At noon, his father found a crane, but he didn't want to kill the poor crane and wanted to keep it.

At night, he was numb with hunger. There is nothing he can do. His mother has always been a Buddhist, and even an ant has not been trampled to death. But in order to make her children less hungry, he relented, broke the crane's neck, and then lied to the children that the crane starved to death. This is the peace of mind to eat cranes and tide over the difficulties. He didn't know what had happened until his mother died. After reading this story, I shed tears. A mother who doesn't even want to trample an ant to death has the heart to kill a live crane for the sake of her child's pain. How guilty she should be!

From that moment I understood that maternal love is so deep, selfless and great!

At that time, I shed tears Who didn't shed tears? Tears of excitement after success, tears of parting, tears of sadness when relatives die ... Tears seem simple and ordinary, but they have different meanings. What I remember vividly is the death of my grandfather.

I remember it was when I was in the fifth grade. On a sunny morning. A bad luck befalls my family. Grandpa is very ill, coughing and vomiting. Mom and dad quickly invited a doctor. After the doctor diagnosed, he said that Grandpa was old and there was nothing he could do. Although dad was very sad, people still smiled and said to grandpa, "Never mind, it's okay."

When mother brought the rice to grandpa, grandpa only said, "I won't eat it, let some dolls eat it." Grandpa died just after his voice fell. My sister and I rushed into the room like crazy and saw grandpa's old appearance. I really regret why I didn't show more filial piety when Grandpa was alive, why I didn't even want to serve dinner when he was well, and why I pretended not to hear when Grandpa called me. I really hope grandpa can be resurrected, and I will honor him. But all this is impossible, and look at my father who is kneeling on the ground in sorrow and pain. I lost control, and mixed tears poured out of my eyes like a burst of water.

At that time, I shed tears for my grandfather's death. From grandpa's death, I understand that love is great and endless, and I also understand the true meaning of filial piety. It is not measurable by money, nor can it be exchanged by matter. Just simple pay, silent acceptance, selfless care.

I shed tears that time. I still remember it was a sunny afternoon. I play with my brother at home. My mother asked me to mop the floor with her, told my brother not to move on the sofa and put the slippers aside.

At first, I dragged the east room to the living room, and my brother watched TV on the sofa. It was really funny. I thought my brother would never be naughty again, but I didn't expect him to be like this. ......

After mopping the floor, my brother began to be naughty. My mother and I were resting. My brother put on slippers with dirty soles and stepped on the wet floor. The floor was dirty again immediately. When I saw this scene, I stepped forward, looked at my brother's "creation" and scolded loudly: "Brother, look at your" creation. " Then I hit him a few times, and my brother cried with a "wow". My mother came to me and said, "Look at you. It's just that my brother stepped on the floor. Why did he hit someone?" I can't control my emotions. I am really wronged, because this is the result of my cooperation with my mother. I rushed into my room, lay prone on the bed and began to cry quietly. This is because I am afraid that my mother will hear me. Besides, I have been wronged enough. My tears jumped from my eyes to the quilt like naughty pearls.

Yes! Everyone has cried for various reasons. Can you tell me why you are crying?

At that time, I shed tears Everyone will cry, sometimes tears of joy, sometimes tears of sadness, and sometimes regrets of boredom. In my memory, I shed tears of joy once.

In the second grade, I was fascinated by painting. I am often so tired that my back aches and my hands don't work. Sometimes in order to create a good painting, I often give up a lot of rest time. "Hard work pays off." My painting finally won the prize. When the art teacher told me the good news, my eyes suddenly got wet, and then tears kept rolling down like broken beads. I have no choice. Through the thin fog in front of me, I seemed to see the scene where I tried to draw every line with a brush. I gave up my spare time to paint seriously and forgot to eat and sleep to create a painting. I suddenly understood a truth: a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will come naturally. Yes, as long as you work hard, no matter how difficult the problem is, it will be easy to do.

Through these tears, I not only know the truth that "everything must be worked hard to succeed", but also strengthen my confidence. I will not be proud in my future study, I will work hard, work harder than others, and sweat less than others. Only in this way can I go further than others on the road to success. I think my tears are meaningful this time, and I didn't shed them in vain this time.

I shed tears that time. As the saying goes, "men don't flick when they have tears", but I shed tears.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I thought I was studying very well and the exam was coming soon. I thought I reviewed well, but after the exam, I saw the scores on the paper, and my heart was dark. I promised my mother, but I only got this score!

At this point, looking at the students who did well in the exam around me, I felt even worse, and tears flowed out involuntarily. I tried to stop my tears and went home. When my mother asked about my grades, tears came down again. My mother didn't ask much, so I went back to my room and climbed into bed, not knowing what to do.

Alas! I really regret it.

Thinking of my arrogance before the exam, I really regret it now. At this time, my mother came into my room and said to me, "Men should not cry easily." As a man, you shouldn't cry. You should review your mistakes and don't make the same mistakes in future exams.

I dried my tears and said, "Yes, I am a man, so I shouldn't cry easily. At this time, I cheer up and review my mistakes.

Since then, I have insisted on sleeping after ten o'clock, and my grades have gradually changed. I didn't cry in the leaves. Because I know that there are no tears on the road to success, only sweat. Even with tears, you will become a successful person, which is also a kind of tears of relief and joy.

One of the great advantages of outstanding people is their perseverance in unfavorable and difficult encounters.

I shed tears that time. A sad thing happened in March this semester.

After school, I saw all the people at the school gate, and when I walked in, I only heard the cry of "Gaga".

I hurried to one side and saw that it was a group of newborn yellow-breasted ducks. I heard that there was one. I felt it in my pocket, and just had one yuan, so I bought a yellow and fat duckling. The duckling is covered with pale yellow feathers.

Round head with a pair of big round eyes. Its orange mouth is flat with two small holes on it. This is its nose. The duckling has a pair of wings on its back, just like the stern of a wooden boat. Its soles are orange with lines on them. When it walks, it always sticks out its chest, flaps its wings and waddles as if it were dancing.

I put it on the balcony and prepared a paper box with a plate filled with rice and water. Maybe I was too careless. It was spring and it was very cold. The ducks were flooded. The weather is not very good. It rained for several days, and the duck's feathers could not dry. This duckling looks pathetic. Every day it keeps barking, as if to say "cold" and "hungry". In this way, a few days later, on the fourth night, the duckling could not stand the cold and hunger, and finally could not make a sound. It is dead. I am sad and ashamed because I didn't take good care of it. I secretly hid in the corner and cried sadly.

I shed tears that time. In 300 words, boys don't cry easily I am a boy, just like other boys. However, that time, I shed tears.

It was a year ago when I was studying in my hometown school. I am the monitor of the school. Another good student in the school.

One night, I said to my parents, "Dad, today the teacher said he would buy an exercise book, and the teacher asked me to buy it." Dad said, "I have so many books at home that you don't even read them." You want me to buy it for you, no, "Mom and Dad looked at each other and said.

In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard my parents whisper, "Think for yourself! I have lost a lot of weight recently. There are more than a dozen chickens at home. Kill a few to nourish my body! " Mother said: "Zheng Chuliang is a very strong child, so he will buy exercise books from us." I can stand it, but it will take two years to buy them! " "

"I will buy it in two years, and I will kill the chicken that has been with me for several years. Hey! " Listen, listen, I fell asleep.

After school at noon the next day, I just walked to the door and heard my father say, "Zheng Chuliang, what do you think my father bought you?" As soon as I saw it, it was the teacher who asked us to buy the exercise book.

I said, "Dad, where did you get the exercise book?" I can't wait to say, "Your mother sold a few of the dozens of chickens you raised, and the buyer gave you exercise books. You are so happy. " Dad lit my forehead and said. I look at my brand-new exercise book. I hugged my father and cried with joy.

At that time, I shed tears At that time, I shed tears, tears of regret, tears of injustice, tears of regret.

When I was a child, I didn't grow up with my parents and lived in my aunt's house in the country. Although I have deep feelings for her, I still envy seeing other children holding hands with my parents.

When I miss my mother, I sometimes feel stupefied, sometimes I wander back and forth on the green lawn at the door, sometimes I stare at the moon and think and think in the bright moonlight. ...

Finally one day appeared in the most conspicuous position in my sight, and my excited tears rushed out of my eyes. Incredibly, a long-lost mother and daughter had a big fight, and we rode a donkey to read a book-we'll see.

I feel sorry and wronged for what happened yesterday early in the morning. I found my mother's room and knocked on the door for a long time, but nothing happened. Will she still be angry? Could it be that you haven't got up yet? Don't even think about it. Will she leave? I looked at the door in fear. But let me see the last scene I want to see: she was sitting in the car with tears, and two lines of tears crossed her face until she passed her cheek. I choked up, a string of tears lined up, my injured heart was full of regret, injustice and regret ... then I recalled my mother's smile and yellow hair. At that time, my feet stood in the clouds of happiness. Now I am lonely, and menstruation's warm hand is on my shoulder. ...

That sincere expression will be imprinted in my heart forever, forever, forever. ...

At that time, my composition shed tears. 300 words 1 1 Tears represent many emotions. If we look at "tears" separately, the word "tears" means that the eyes are raining; And "water" means that tears turn into a river. What do tears represent? Is it not strong enough, or has it touched a sad place? Let's experience it together. I don't like crying. I don't think crying is my strong point, but that time, I cried in the dark. ...

When I started babbling, my mother raised me, and I never left my mother. When I was seven years old, I entered the first grade. My mother sent me to a local private foreign language school where all the students live. I said sadly, "Mom, I don't want a good education. I just want to be with you. " Mother said kindly, "Otherwise, mother will stay with you for a while today." I reluctantly agreed. In a flash, it began to rain. Maybe God also sympathized with me! The last thing I want to hear is "Mom is leaving, take care!" "I shouted like crazy, but my mother still left. Since then, I have become a frequent visitor to talk bar. As soon as I heard my mother's voice, my tears fell involuntarily.

Finally, my tears touched my heart and I finally left the place that made me sad.

I shed tears that time. Everyone cries, and I am no exception.

What impressed me the most was the third grade.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I accidentally fell off the flag-raising platform and hurt my leg. Teacher Xiao knows, and she is very anxious. Help me to her office and give me medicine. Then call my mother and ask her to pick me up. "Does it still hurt?" "It's all right, teacher. You don't have to worry. "

"Oh, nothing is good. Also, you should be careful in the future. " "Well, thank you for your concern." "No, you are my student, and I have a responsibility." I was so excited that I cried. When Mr. Xiao saw it, he wiped my tears and asked, "What's the matter? Does it still hurt?" I quickly replied, "Oh, nothing, teacher."

My mother came to take me away, and the teacher asked her to take me to the hospital for examination. "Goodbye, teacher!" "Goodbye, Duan!" My mother took me to the hospital, and the doctor said it was nothing. A week will be fine, and my mother will be relieved.

That time, I shed tears!

At that time, I shed tears At that time, I shed tears Everyone will cry, sometimes tears of joy, sometimes tears of sadness, and sometimes regrets of boredom.

In my memory, I shed tears of joy once. In the second grade, I was fascinated by painting. I am often so tired that my back aches and my hands don't work.

Sometimes in order to create a good painting, we often give up a lot of rest time. "Hard work pays off."

My painting finally won the prize. When the art teacher told me the good news, my eyes suddenly got wet, and then tears kept rolling down like broken beads. I have no choice.

Through the thin fog in front of me, I seem to see the scene where I am holding a brush and trying to outline every line. I give up my spare time and paint seriously. I forget to eat and sleep to create a picture. I suddenly understood a truth: a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will come naturally. Yes, as long as you work hard, no matter how difficult the problem is, it will be easy to do. Through these tears, I not only know the truth that "everything must be worked hard to succeed", but also strengthen my confidence. I will not be proud in my future study, I will work hard, work harder than others, and sweat less than others. Only in this way can I go further than others on the road to success. I think my tears are meaningful this time, and I didn't shed them in vain this time.

I shed tears that time. I shed tears that time. I shed tears because my two white rabbits died overnight.

I clearly remember that night, I personally cleaned the nests of my two "baby" rabbits, and I packed them in warm water bags for fear of freezing them to death. The next morning, when I delivered food to them, my "Romeo" slept quietly in its nest, motionless. After my mother came, I found that Romeo was dead, and so was my Juliet. However, I looked for him at home several times and couldn't find him. At this moment, I was anxious to cry. I cried and said, "Romeo is dead. If anything happens to you, I can't live." At this moment, I found a furry thing, which turned out to be my "Juliet". I just dried my tears and picked up my rabbit. He looks as quiet as Romeo. I put it in my nest and carried my schoolbag to school. In class, I was worried that Juliet would die and ran home as soon as school was over. At this time, my fear finally came. Juliet died, so I found a quiet place to bury them. After burying them, I cried again Gradually, my voice became hoarse, but I was still very sad. I hope they can rest in their graves.

Goodbye, my two good brothers.

I shed tears that time. In my memory, I left many traces and tears, but I will never forget the tears of gratitude I left behind.

It was a winter night, it was raining heavily outside, and I was fast asleep. In the dim eyes, I vaguely saw a figure. I rubbed my eyes, the light was still on, and my mother was sewing a quilt for me. In the light, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's forehead and a few white hairs on her head, and my heart couldn't help trembling. Mother doesn't seem to realize that I'm awake and still sewing the quilt.

I broke the silence in the living room and shouted, "Mom, why don't you sleep so late?" Mom smiled and said, "I'm not sleepy yet. I will sew the quilt right away. " I sat next to the quilt and said, "It doesn't matter if the quilt is sewn later." My mother looked at me and said, "It's almost ready." I was "angry" and said, "If you don't sleep, I won't sleep." Mother had to put down her work and go to bed.

The next morning, I got up and went to my mother's room. When I want my mother to make breakfast, my mother is not in the room, but sewing a quilt in the living room. I asked my mother when she got up, and my mother told me that she got up at five o'clock just for this quilt.

In the evening, I covered myself with a quilt sewn by my mother, and I couldn't help shedding tears of gratitude when I remembered my mother's deep love. I want to do my filial piety, but how can the child's love repay the mother's deep kindness?