The excellent composition of tears

In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. How to write a good composition? The following is my excellent composition of tears carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone.

I am a little caterpillar, born in a piece of green. Every day I just shuttle between green leaves and eat juicy leaves leisurely. Or occasionally pull a white silk thread and swing it between the leaves.

I don't know who I am or why I exist in this world. I don't have any friends. I just live alone. Life is simple and fast.

Until I met him.

He is also a bug, but the color is white-a comfortable color to look at.

He asked me, "What's your name? How come I have never seen you before? " "Name, I didn't. I was born alone and no one told me my name. " "Well, my name is Xue. You can call me Brother Xue in the future. " "Why should I call you Brother Xue?" "Idiot, I'm older than you, of course, call brother. Because I heard that we insects can't see snow, and I like snow very much, so it's called snow. Oh, I see. Let me think of a name for you. Well, I think the place where you live is green everywhere. You can call it a leaf. All right. Thank you, Xue. " Call me brother. ""cut. " "Well, don't call me brother, see how I deal with you." "Oh, no, help. . . "

Gradually I found that he really knows a lot. He knows a lot of delicious things. He often takes me and teaches me how to bite the best part of leaves with his mouth.

In the evening, we often sit on a green leaf and watch the sunset and butterflies-an animal that we appreciate very much. Their colorful wings and graceful dancing make us intoxicated.

"They are also a kind of bug."

"Are they bugs? Impossible, "I shook my head and said," and we are much uglier than them. "

"Don't be depressed. Have you heard a story called The Ugly Duckling? The ugly duckling finally became the swan he had been waiting for for for a long time. Maybe we can also become swans. "

"Daydream, look at your demo."

"Don't move, I'll take care of you."

"Ha ha, you can't catch me"

Spring, summer, in this way, passed in our laughter. We began to weave our own nest.

"Goodbye, Brother Xue, thank you for bringing me happiness" I said silently. We looked at each other when we sealed the last hole. "Goodbye friends. See you next year. "

"Let's watch the sunset together next year!" He suddenly shouted to me, "hmm"

In winter, the cold wind roared, and my nest seemed to collapse, but I finally got through it for that agreement. ......

Spring has finally arrived.

I struggled desperately and rushed outside the silk nest. This winter seems too long. Long-lost brother Xue, I finally want to see you again.

Four rays of sunshine came in and stung my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't help being surprised ―― I became a butterfly and my swan dream came true. I'm so happy, my snow. You must be a butterfly, too. You must be super handsome.

But when I looked around, I couldn't find him. "My brother Xue, where are you?" I called his name anxiously.

Day after day

I walk in the familiar forest every day. I look for summer and autumn. I was almost desperate.

One morning in early winter, I happened to pass a window and was surprised to find a snow-white butterfly in another small box. Snow? There is also a small note that says: a butterfly watching snow in winter.

I fell to the ground feebly, and a snowflake fell in the corner of my eye-melted and formed a tear by my residual temperature.

I smiled. Finally found Brother Xue, and then more and more.

She died, in a world surrounded by snow, that drop of snow tears.

-Postscript

Tears excellent composition 2 "snapped", a drop of crystal liquid slowly slipped down the rough bark to the lumberjack's palm.

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He, an old lumberjack, witnessed the rise and fall of countless forests.

It is a dying tree, which he cut down a few minutes ago.

"Before I say goodbye to everything, please allow me to tell a story." It, in a calm tone, crossed the road. His skin was still shining with dull luster, and his axe was slightly hot beside him.

"Well, as long as you can finish before our car arrives at the logging yard." He stared at the dim sky in the distance and knew that time was running out.

"When I was a sapling," the trees rustled as soon as they spoke, much like the slight polishing of sandpaper on the wall. "I like listening to birds chirping and feeling the touch of the wind. You know, it's a leisurely and quiet life. Later, when I was thriving, passers-by always liked to lean on my instep to enjoy the cool. There was a heavy rain when I was working, and my friends and I enjoyed this short happiness ... "

"Your friend?" The car was shaking, and he slowly turned his head and looked at it. There seems to be no trace of trees on the rolling hills. Soon, he sighed sadly: "They are gone."

The tree was silent. Looking at his old brown skin, he couldn't help but let out a deep and long sigh: "I don't know when the forests that haven't seen the sun all the year round have a corner of the sky, even though they are only at the top of the trees and distributed loosely like a halo." Until then, those days of flowers and birds are gone forever, only the wind, the whistling wind, the hills lying everywhere, and me. I know I will leave eventually, as always, but before that, I will suffer thousands of years of loneliness silently. '

At this time, after a violent bumpy gravel road, he was in the swaying carriage, but his eyes were attracted by a circle of wire wrapped around the trunk.

Until one day, I was surrounded by a square fence and became a so-called strange tree. Choking paints penetrate into my skin like mucus, and they make me feel unbearable pain, just like peeling off my bark layer by layer. That's a breathtaking memory! Then, I began to face the flash constantly. Those tourists come and go in a hurry, and taking a photo with me seems to just prove to others that they have seen that strange tree. They said that every dark night, the edge of my branches will emit semicircle fluorescence, like the arc shadow of the first quarter moon hanging on the branches, the breeze blowing, and the trees are full of moon shadows. "

There is a wooden sign hanging on the rusty wire, and he can vaguely recognize the "moon tree", which is a rare tree species that almost disappeared after the Quaternary glacier.

"If it weren't for that night, maybe I would have been like this. It was a stormy night, and a burst of thunder hit me in the roar of landslides. My body was burned by electric fire and most of it was cut off. My dislocated arm is twisted and drooping. So, I became them, the waste wood in human mouth, and lost my value. Now I only have the last part of my life. "

"This is the law of nature. If you lose value, you will be eliminated. " He wanted to read something, but found it beyond his power, so he was silent. As he approached the logging yard, he saw smoke coming from the blast furnace not far away.

At this moment, the tree suddenly sang in a hoarse voice-

Or will the earth turn yellow one day?

We are bound and shed tears.

Even if there is only one green leaf left.

Feel the last flight ...

A small piece of fish-belly white rose in the east. He quietly took it down from the carriage and said, "Goodbye."

"Snapping", a drop of liquid flowed into his palm along the bark, and the fragrance of the tree spread in the air, as if brewing for a long time, like a sigh.

Tears are comforting, sad, joyful and sad. I don't like tears very much, but I often shed tears unconsciously. For this, I am often laughed at. Because of this, I am often distressed.

This scene has been repeated to this day. But this time it was at school.

I was having a pleasant conversation with my companion when suddenly a slap hit me in the face at lightning speed. I looked up while touching my face. It turned out that Mr. A performed the eighteen palms of the dragon. As a result, he accidentally hit me in the face and I accidentally became a victim. I feel something moving in my eyes. At this time, someone saw it and shouted "XXX cried." Everyone suddenly gathered curiously. In an instant, we were surrounded by three floors inside, three floors outside and three floors in the middle.

Someone asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong with you? "

Someone suggested: "Go to the teacher, go to the teacher quickly."

Someone blamed Ah Jun: "How could you do this? You see, it makes people cry. "

Someone comforted: "don't cry, men will bleed without tears." Don't cry, what a shame! "

Some people also said, "Take a look and cry, just for such a trivial matter. It's really weak and incompetent. "

On hearing this, Mr. A was originally scolded for not speaking loudly, but this time it was magical. "Bitch. Spineless, didn't I accidentally touch his face just now? It is really sad to cry like this. Oh, you shouldn't really be a girl. You think I just molested you. " "Yes, yes." His good partner followed suit. "Be careful, don't go into the men's room." "Ha ha ..."

Then they left. I am very angry, but I can't stop crying.

Someone suggested going to the head teacher, but I didn't. Because it doesn't help, and it will give it an opportunity, I will use the title to say, "I have no backbone and specialize in tattling." I don't want to do this.

I quickly dried my tears, because class is about to begin. In class, in order not to be found abnormal by the teacher, I try to keep my head down.

Class is over, it's raining outside, so you don't have to do the exercises between classes that you should have done. And I almost forgot about it, just walked out of the classroom a few steps. I met several people in other classes and said, "Do you know that XXX in XXX class cried all over the city for a little thing? It is really worthless. "What are you talking about? I was so angry that I stood in their way. " What we say is none of your business. "The other party said rudely." Oh, you're not a coward, are you? ""I ... "I feel something spinning in my eyes, and I try my best to endure it." Well, it looks like I'm going to cry again. Let's go before others say we bully him. ""yes, this is a girl's unique skill. We can't afford it. " Say, two people turned away, two people seem to be laughing. I finally couldn't help it, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Why, why do you say that about me? I didn't understand, so I went for a walk alone. It was raining lightly on the playground, so I ignored it and walked in the rain. I want to be quiet, and this is not the first time.

Walking in the rain, I suddenly felt that the rain had stopped. Looking up, I turned out to be unconsciously walking under a fairly big tree. Looking at the dense leaves, I found a leaf tottering on the side. But it always refused to fall, clinging to the branches and refusing to let go. And keep hitting it, it will drop a lot every time it rains, and it takes a lot of effort to get up. "Ah, really strong. It can let go, because even if it persists, it will not live for a few days. " I said to myself. "Yes, since the dying leaves are so strong. I was just laughed at by others. There are many difficulties in life. What is this? Put your mouth on them and let them talk! Is my lacrimal gland underdeveloped? What is there to feel inferior about? "

I know it very well. Tears are not terrible! Tears are nothing!

Tears Excellent Composition 4 If women are made of water, then tears are the pearls condensed by their cherished life swan song; If men are made of clay, then tears are diamonds piled up by their heartfelt feelings.

Beautiful tears-flow for love

"Your majesty is full of energy, why can't I have children?" Looking at the little bully's slightly sleepy posture, the once magnificent posture has danced with the wind, and she cried and wiped her sword at the snow neck. "Wang, see you in Wujiang in the afterlife." Yu Ji, she wrote down the regret of love with her last tears. Lin Daiyu, a woman who died for love in born to love, exchanged her tears for his dripping kindness. Tears fell all over the city and flowed away for a lifetime. Love and hate are empty. Li Qingzhao, a layman in Yi 'an, is a talented woman, but she can't stand the loneliness of "people are thinner than yellow flowers" and the blow of the country's ruin, so she shed tears in "Farewell", for nothing but her beloved husband and beloved home.

Tears are wounds on a beauty's face.

Hero's tears-shed for injury

Nine wars and nine wins, brave and invincible, there is a great benevolence and righteousness that the Hongmen banquet does not kill Liu Bang. But Xiang Yu, a hero, is doomed to be a tragic figure, so he will not die when he struggles to pull out the mountain. What can I do if I don't die, but what can I do if I am in danger? "I shed tears on my shirt, leaving only the Wujiang Beach raining and singing this faint sad song. He-Ramses II is the son of the sun, the supreme king of ancient Egypt, and a well-deserved hero, but isn't this famous Pharaoh in tears after the death of his beloved Neferite? Okita Souji, a boy who is called "the son of a ghost" in contemporary times, is still undeniable though he is called "the running dog of the shogunate" by later generations. Although he worked for the shogunate, he also had his own principles: "Don't kill young and old, protect women, kill the enemy and chase the waves." "When this teenager in his twenties witnessed the cruelty of his team from victory to death, he seemed to understand something and burst into tears in an instant.

Tears are scars on the hero's mind.

Tears of Scholars-Flowing for the Country

Li Bai, a dissolute poet, retired in his later years and began a seemingly carefree life with "retirement", but who knows that his unruly behavior is concerned about the country and the people he can't forget! His heart was in tears and bleeding, but in the end it was dusty, leaving only Li Bai who was free and unrestrained. "I was drunk, looked at the sword and dreamed that I blew the horn and camped." Jiaxuan didn't want to serve the country faithfully, but "it happened in vain!" Empty and melancholy, teary-eyed. He has the sadness of "hating the frost and getting tired is a thick layer of dust in my wine", and there is also the news of this distant West Railway Station! The north has been recovered! Suddenly I smelled tears on his clothes. " He is the poet Du Fu. He once laughed and cried for this corrupt court, but he couldn't change the increasingly depraved situation in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the poet was finally tired and had no choice but to go to bed. I still remember his country and its past prosperity.

Tears are the pain of the poet's pen tip.

When the tears quietly precipitate and flow into the long river of the times, when the beauty, heroes and literati flow with the times to this day, then Wang Ba and Yuji will really join hands happily on the banks of the Wujiang River! Du Fu, Li Bai and Jia Xuan can also put down the burden of worrying about the country and the people and drink freely and write poems! Li Qingzhao's family will live happily together! Heroes don't have to be so hurt, beauties don't have to be so lonely, and literati don't have to be so sad! Is all this a change of people or a mistake of the times?

Tears, let tears go with the wind. 2 1 century, we should not be misty-eyed with tears, because what we need is a smile and work together for a better tomorrow.

Looking south through the window of the living room, there are several dilapidated courtyards less than 100 meters outside the community wall, which are probably taken care of by farmers; On a half-long dirt road outside the courtyard, there are few outsiders walking except farmers.

There are several tall buttonwood trees in the yard. In the lush season, it has become a paradise for all kinds of birds. They either hide behind the leaves and love each other, or stand on the branches and sing. As long as the weather is fine, I will get up on time every morning in the midst of birdsong and watching the bird scenery by the window. Some of them fall on the ground in pairs for food and play, and some chirp for a while to meet a "flying southeast", which is called a name. In winter, the branches become a "one-man army", birds have no cover of leaves, and several birds on the tree can be counted clearly.

There is an idle land next to it, and some crops such as whole grains are planted. When it is ripe, the villagers just take the grain away and don't put down the straw. From a distance, there is only yellow in the field. At this time, the birds are looking for the leftovers abandoned by the villagers. Because this place is very secluded, the birds come in and out quietly. Even if a few dogs come out and bark at them, it's useless for silly dogs to chase birds, but their hair can't move at all.

There is more smog and less snowfall this winter. Get up in the morning and look out of the window, almost every day, and lose interest in sightseeing. I was really looking forward to a light snow that fell on a thin layer of the ground and made the magpies "chirp" non-stop. When I went out with my reputation, I found something very unsightly in the grain and grass fields. I don't know who and when, but for a small snowflake stuck on the bird path, like an open-air movie screen, I realized it was a bird trap.

This is an angry net of people and birds. Originally, we should live in harmony in a paradise under a blue sky. It is so pleasant to live with birds and flowers. Getting rid of birds is a beautiful net. I secretly made up my mind to see who did it. Once you find a bird catcher, call the police immediately and let them taste the taste of illegal bird catching!

As the days passed, I was confused. I didn't see the bird hanging the net, and I didn't see the bird trap. The result of my design is empty. Sometimes looking at the sun, the net really exists.

After observing for a few days, I found an incredible thing. All birds fly around like "no birds", but they all avoid the vital net in the bird path. There is a story in students' textbooks about a crow drinking water from a bottle. I really don't know. I have seen pictures of "Animal World". There is a bird that uses tools and sticks to poke insects' nests for food. It has been very surprised by their wisdom. Who would have thought that birds still have the ability to recognize the catching organs set by humans, but they will never catch them?

Fortunately, the bird didn't touch the net, but the net has always been a thorn in my side. At noon that day, the weather was dry and everything was dry, so I turned to the ground and my pants were punctured when I climbed over the fence. Before I came to the net, it was quite strong. I took out the knife on the key ring and stabbed it a few times, but it was still not enough. I picked up some straw and lit it. Grass and candles burned according to the sky. My heart was restored only when the net was completely burned.

Haste is the footprint of a naive mind, and ups and downs are the experience of growing up. Wind and rain, tears and laughter weave the melody of life.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and when I am free, I occasionally think of my childhood memories. In those years, parents often went out to work. Whenever my classmates ask me where to play with my parents during the summer vacation, my mouth immediately seems to be sewn with a needle and thread, and I can't say anything. So, I no longer pay attention to them. Gradually, I became indifferent and even a little autistic.

When I am sad, I will quarrel with my grandparents, which makes them very sad. I have lived in this situation for many years. In those years, I had no glory in my heart. I really can't stand living without my parents!

I did very well in that exam, and I was very happy to get the certificate. However, happiness is short-lived. I asked myself, "Who can you show this certificate to?" Grandparents? They won't be happy. They never care about my study. Mom and dad? They are never at home. This award is like a piece of waste paper to me. What should I do? I was walking home alone, and it was getting dark, and there was a strong wind, and the leaves on the roadside were blown by the wind. They danced as if laughing at me as an unpleasant child. Sometimes I'm really afraid that my parents will love me less and less.

Suddenly, it began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. I got soaked quickly and the road was muddy. I accidentally fell down, my hand was cut by a branch on the side of the road, and the blood flowed out at once, which was immediately diluted by the rain. In spite of the pain, I still hold on to this award. I told myself that I must show it to my parents so that they can love me and spend more time with me. I want to stand up, but I can't. I cried in despair. I hate this rugged road and rain; But I like the rain, because crying in the rain, others will not know that I am crying. I can be willful and stop being autistic.

The rain stopped and no one walked along the path. I was tired and fell asleep on the ground beside the road.

It was dark, and a beam of light came into my confused eyes and woke me up. A man with an umbrella and a flashlight is bending over and hugging me. I looked at him carefully. His wrinkles, thick beard and slightly upturned mouth turned out to be his father! I want to shout with all my strength: "Dad!" However, with a pain, I fainted.

When I woke up, I was lying in bed with an intravenous drip. Although I am still a little dizzy, I still remember: I saw my father last night and he brought me back! So I frantically shouted at the door: "Dad, Dad ..." Dad really ran in. I jumped up and tried to jump into my father's arms. I can't miss this opportunity again. I want to say everything I want to my father, but it will hurt for a while ... My father came to hug me and said, "Xiao Hao, my father decided not to go out to work."

I smiled and felt that my father's arms were so strong.

Today, my father is with me every day. I also associate with my classmates with my father's encouragement. Dad, I want to say that the heavy rain soaked me, and you, the sun, dispersed the dark clouds and gave me a beautiful rainbow!

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The author looked directly at the present situation of his left-behind life, expressed his joy and joy, and wrote a narrative closely related to the topic "Tears and Laughter". Compared with other children, the life of left-behind children is a little more bitter. Lack of care and restraint makes their world infinite and empty. Or it's surprisingly small, so small that you can't even hold it yourself. The author vividly described his inner loneliness and longing for a rain after an exam. Delicate psychological description makes people bitter, and eager spiritual call makes people move.