He was very sad. Composition 1 I saw a chubby boy, a dying puppy and a busy neighborhood with my own eyes.
At noon that Saturday, I went to my classmate's house to play. He has a puppy at home. As soon as I opened the door, the puppy went straight to the tree like lightning. My classmate doesn't even have time to tie the dog leash. I asked him to call the puppy home, but the puppy didn't run back. It got away. I went with him to find the puppy. It took us nearly two hours to find the puppy, so we had to go home and sleep first.
In the afternoon, we got up and continued to look for the puppy. This time, we split up. We searched almost every corner of the community and finally met at the fitness equipment in the community. We sat on the bench panting, disappointed and sad.
Suddenly, we heard the shortness of breath in the nearby grass. We ran over and saw the puppy lying in the grass. His eyes lit up. He thought the puppy was sleeping, but the puppy didn't get up when he rushed to call it. He picked up the puppy and pressed it tightly to his chest. When he saw the puppy still breathing, I saw him crying. He cried sadly. He ran back with the puppy in his arms, muttering the dog's name. His hands were shaking, his legs were shaking, and he almost fell down several times. I don't know how to comfort him.
He cried sadly. Looking at his back, I suddenly know him better. It turns out that he is a boy who likes small animals and is also a kind-hearted boy. I admire him.
He was very sad. We marched all the way, passed five levels, beheaded six generals and won the championship! This is the dream of each of us. I saw him cry sadly for the first time, but I did it.
On that day, we proudly walked into the stadium. The sky is blue and clear, the air is fresh and incomparable, the sun is swaying in that cloud, and our mood is a little sweet and bitter.
Mistakes again and again, breakthroughs again and again, goals again and again, we blame again and again, and the coach is disappointed again and again. ...
The whistle stopped the game. His eyes were full of tears, and he tried to hold back. His mouth was pulled down, and he walked around with red ears.
The sun in the sky hid, and the sad tears could no longer be suppressed. Tears as big as beans rolled down my cheeks and flowed into my mouth. The bitter feeling made him feel sad.
I walked over step by step, patted him on the back and whispered, "Okay, okay, don't cry!" " Burying his face in pain, he said, "I … we … got lost …! "! All ... fate ... me! ""No, everyone is responsible! " "I am ... good ... difficult ... hard!" "It doesn't matter, let's come again next time. I will beat them all over the place! " He stamped his foot hard and his eyebrows drooped listlessly over his eyes. I looked at the wound on his leg. There was still bright red blood, and his face and hands were hurt.
He thinks it's nothing. He never cries for pain, only for honor.
Honor comes first, and your own interests are not important. I can clearly see this consciousness in him.
He was very sad. Composition 3 stung Rinrin. As the bell rang for the last class, the students went to the remedial class and were ready to go home. I also packed my schoolbag and set foot on my way home.
On my way home, I met a classmate from the same school. He looked a little wronged with his head down, but he was not ashamed. There is a man next to him, which should be his father. He frowned and scolded the children around him angrily. I silently stepped forward to listen to their conversation.
Do you still want to play? It's just that it's easier for you to study in school for a day than to play. You still have to fight!
I saw the student trembling and said.
What are you? Are you used to it? I don't know my last name! Father shouted.
Listening to their conversation, I suppressed my dissatisfaction and went up to the student's father and said, Hello, parents, we are going to have the final exam soon, and the study task is very heavy. I hope you can understand us.
What my father said to me went in one ear and out the other. I'm going to leave in anger. The moment I turned around, I saw that classmate's eyes. His eyes are rosy. I feel that he is not just sad, but self-abased and lonely, and all kinds of emotions are mixed together and very painful.
Children are like fruits. Premature fruit is neither full nor sweet, and will soon rot. Only careful cultivation and care can bear delicious fruit. A child should have his own childhood, colorful and happy, and he is not happy now. Looking at his depressed face, I think the child is really sad.
He was very sad. On a sunny afternoon, he walked quietly in the classroom.
Thief! Don't touch my pen A classmate shouted at him. Yes, you may have guessed it was a misunderstanding, but it deeply hurt his heart.
He stood stupefied with tears in his eyes, but he didn't expect to be misunderstood for helping others. His shoulders trembled and his legs were numb, and he fought brilliantly. His bright eyes became dim, his round face was long and pointed, his mouth pursed as if a ping-pong ball could be put away, and his face was full of tears.
Vaguely, he went to a little foot and squatted down, knees together, clutching his head, tugging at his hair and biting his lip.
He became more and more sad, crying louder and louder, and his tears were like rain.
In a short time, the crying cage covered the noise of the whole classroom and lingered in everyone's ear for a long time. Many students went to comfort him, and finally they were pushed away by him mercilessly.
Sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you. The classmate blushed, lowered his head, bent down and reached out to help him. Don't touch me, don't touch me. He shouted at the top of his lungs. He waved his hand and threw him out. The whole person curled up together, his hands clasped his head and cried even harder. The sound was as harsh as thunder, gradually, gradually.
He didn't stop crying until the bell rang in the afternoon. This time, he was really sad.
He was very sad. My father never cries. Our family is his strongest! In 20xx, it was the first time I saw my father cry so sadly.
In the middle of the night, my father heard that Grandpa was seriously ill in hospital, so he quickly packed his bags and rushed to Xi 'an overnight to take care of Grandpa. The next day, I also came to the hospital where Grandpa was treated. Uncle told dad that grandpa had leukemia. Dad didn't say anything, just holding grandpa's rough hand tightly. Later, grandpa was pushed into the emergency room. I don't know how long it took. Finally, the doctor came out. Dad rushed forward at once. Before he could speak, the doctor shook his head: "We tried our best …" The expression on Dad's face froze instantly. He walked slowly to grandpa's bed and sat down. He stared at grandpa's face, and tears suddenly came out of his eyes: "Dad! Dad! How did you ... "He choked up. Dad held grandpa's hand tightly and refused to let go for a moment. As if to pull grandpa back from death. Tears as big as beans dripped on the white sheets. "dad! Dad! " He shouted affectionately again and again. That night, in front of the emergency room, I could only hear an adult crying like a child and his bitter crying. ...
Later, whenever I asked about my grandfather, my father always looked sadly into the distance and whispered, "Grandpa has gone far away."
He was sad for six days and was gloomy. A cold wind blows from time to time, and the rain is falling ... so is her heart, and she is very sad.
She is my good friend Xiaoyu. She likes sports very much. Not long ago, the teacher announced that two students in the class would be selected to take part in the running competition. As for who to choose, it will be decided on the running quiz this Friday. Today is Friday. After practicing hard for a long time, she passed the exam with confidence, but failed in the second place. She was very sad.
Back in the classroom, I saw her crying on the table. I went over and handed her a piece of paper. When she looked up, I saw a teardrop as big as a bean slipping down her face. Her eyes were red and glassy. As she took the paper with trembling hands and wiped her tears, she forced out a smile and said, "I'm fine, but I feel a little unwilling to win the third place after practicing for so long ..."
After school, she wouldn't let me go with her, but she left like a lost soul and disappeared into the drizzle. I am her good friend, and I know she is very sad, very sad.
He was very sad. Composition 7 "Haha, you are so stupid!" My little sister broke my brother's heart in front of the whole class.
I saw him biting his lip and staring at his sister like a big grievance, with tears in his eyes. That poor look is really lovable. Mother hugged him and said, "Huier is good, Huier is good, let's stop crying." I also leaned over and advised: "You are not stupid, even if you are stupid, you will not be stupid!" He suddenly pushed away his mother's hand and said, "But she said so, in front of the whole class!" " "He stamped his foot angrily, but his anger could not be stamped out. There are two lines of clear tears on the small face and a long snot on the small nose. I hurried to wipe his tears, but he dodged, ran into his small room and lay softly on the bed. As soon as we came in, he got into bed. No matter what we called him, he shouldn't and couldn't pull.
"You are as strong as an ox when you are angry!" I said with a smile. "Bullshit!" Listen, his fierce voice. Well, I seem to be hoarse from crying. This self-esteem hurts, I think. After a while, there was a low cry like a stream under the covers. Then I heard a vague cry: "You are so annoying ... I will never talk to you or play with you again, or I will bark like a dog ..." After a while, this guy is not easy to sell. "I have been in the same class all my life because of bad luck!"
A few days later, my sister apologized to him, and I heard several dogs barking. Yes, that's my brother's voice.
He was very sad. Sadness is like the cold wind in winter, like a knife, which makes people afraid. Sorrow is like a cup of poisonous strong tea, sour and bitter, which makes people uncomfortable. He is like being tied tightly by a rope called "sadness", and his red face has already been wet with tears.
On that day, he happily came to his grandmother's house with his hard-earned handicrafts and wanted to show them off in front of everyone. How hard he had to origami by hand! After dinner in a hurry every day, he walked into the study without looking back, spread out a large piece of paper and folded it meticulously in front of the tutorial. It took him three whole days and three nights for this exquisite little handicraft.
He put his masterpiece on the sofa on the third floor and went to the second floor to watch his favorite TV series for a while. Half an hour later, he returned to the third floor, ready to play games with his cousin, only to find that the mighty paper tiger he had worked so hard to fold had been trampled to pieces by his young cousin.
His eyes sparkled with angry flames, his face flushed with excitement, and his mouth kept chanting: "My paper tiger, my hardworking paper tiger!" " "He didn't hear my cousin apologize in a low voice, and the whole world seems to have lost him. Ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed. He still stood there in a daze. The whole person is like a statue. Only the tears in his eyes remind people around him that he is still a living thing.
When I got home, I didn't think about tea and rice, and I was sulking in my room. It is raining outside the window, just like his mood at the moment. ...
While he was writing a sad composition, a cry came from his neighbor's house, and tears came out of Xu's face.
Strange, he seldom cries when playing with me. Why is he crying today? Out of curiosity, I quickly followed him out of the hospital.
It is still raining outside. He ran to the corner outside in the rain and sat in a chair. I saw him sitting still, and tears kept coming out of his eyes. Looking at his sad appearance, my nose is sour and tears are coming out.
I sat down next to him and asked softly, "What's the matter with you?" He lowered his head and made no answer. His eyes are a little red and swollen. Although he was restraining himself, tears kept pouring out of his eyes.
I asked again, "What can I do for you?" He sobbed and replied, "No … it's none of your business." I tried to amuse him, but he was unmoved. I thought to myself: something very sad must have happened to him, otherwise how could he cry so sadly and couldn't stop?
After my repeated inquiries, he finally explained the reason with tears: "My cousin came to my house today. When she saw that my robot was going to be taken away, of course I didn't want to, but my mother said that I was the big brother and should let my sister go. Finally, it was taken away. " Seeing that the robot was robbed, Xu Jun slammed the door sadly.
He was very sad. 10 On that day, the weather was fine and there were no clouds in Wan Li. But for Chen Lai, it seems like a storm.
The curly hair of the exam came down and his heart was pounding like a rabbit. The teacher read out the names of the same words in the class one by one. There is no him within 90 points, and there is no him within 80 points. ...
"Chen Yuyu, 76 points." The teacher's face was dark and his brow was furrowed. Go up and take the paper, "Chen, how did you do so badly in the exam? Really mud can't help the wall! " The teacher's words pierced his heart like a sword. His eyes are red and tears are rolling in his eyes. He hurried back to his seat and buried his head deeply for fear that others would find him crying.
With a sad face, he repeatedly turned over the papers, frowned and supported his chin with his hands, trying to find something wrong with the teacher's criticism. But after a while, he was disappointed. His whole body is limp, like a deflated ball. He can't believe that he only got 76 points in the exam. Think about the disappointed expression of mom and dad after returning home, think about the laughing eyes of his classmates ... he even wants to die.
When he came home from school, the birds were chirping in the tree. He felt that the birds were laughing at him. When someone passed by, he felt that everyone around him was watching him and laughing at him. His face turned red, and tears swirled in his eyes again, almost falling down.
After a few days, he always came to school moping, ignoring no one and being in a daze in class. The teacher found his unusual behavior and comforted him with his father, but he was still a little unhappy. But I listened more carefully in class than before.
He felt sorry for the essay 1 1 "Human emotions are not enjoyed by * *".
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His clothes were full of tears, and no one heard him speak silently.
Night enveloped the earth, and under a desk lamp, a thin figure bowed her head and did math problems. He has no time to take care of the heavy rain outside the window. Even though mosquitoes are flying around his ears, he still works hard.
The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, shaking people's hearts. From time to time, a few thunders pierced the sky and pierced everyone's hearts. However, he assumed a posture that Taishan collapsed in front of him, motionless, and let the wind and rain beat.
Suddenly, thunder started, his brow furrowed, his left hand clenched tightly, and his teeth were as hard as steel plates. Finally, he said this sentence:
"Dad, I ... I won't." The faint voice trembled.
"What's wrong with these questions? Do it yourself! " The thunder outside the window was deafening, like a crane, making a long roar, and the rainstorm roared outside the window.
He froze, as if he didn't expect to be left out. His eyes were moist, and suddenly the silence was broken by a sentence: "If you can't do it, don't do it, go to sleep!" Shocked, he got up slowly, opened the door and strode into the bedroom.
The wind is crazier and the rain is heavier, like a lion roaring in the east of the river. The faint light shone on his face, and the crystal tears reflected the faint light. An hour, an hour and fifteen minutes, an hour and thirty minutes, his eyes became blurred, dangling and fell asleep.
The sound of wind and rain is getting smaller and smaller, instead, the sun pours on the earth. ...
He was very sad. Composition 12 "It's you, it must be what you did!" "No, no, not me." There was a loud noise in the classroom, which caught my attention.
Huh? What the hell happened here? I looked at the source of the sound. Oh, it must be Xiao X who thinks Xiao X knocked over the table. But little X is the least troublesome person in the class. How could he? ...
At this time, Xiao X was flushed, like a ripe apple, with tears in his eyes, chanting: "Not asking me, not asking me." I quickly shook my body and turned to look at us again, as if trying to find out who knocked down the table, and as if praying that we could help him, I looked wronged. But no one wants to stand up for him.
He had no choice but to bite his lip, lower his head and pack things silently. From time to time, he would give a whimper or two, or a tear or two would fall to the ground. When he looked up, his eyes had turned red, two tears hung on his face, and his nose could not stop flowing out. After tidying up his things, he stood up, lowered his head, hung his hands on his sides feebly, and walked silently to his seat with small steps, almost burying his head in the table. Someone touched him, and he was like an angry beast, reaching back fiercely, making us afraid to approach. It was not until later that we found out that he was wronged.
Little x is very sad, not because of our accusations, but because of our misunderstanding of him.
He was very sad. There were waves of crying in the park not far away, which attracted pedestrians to stop and watch.
It turned out that a well-known gangster in the park was bullying a little boy. The little boy has a discouraged ball in his hand. That ball is the only relic left to him after his grandfather died, which is extremely important to him!
Finally, the security guard came over, drove the punks away, comforted the little boy and left.
The little boy stared at the flat ball and cried. His tears are like pearls with broken lines, and dew is rolling on the lotus leaf in the morning. His face flushed with tears. He held the ball carefully, crying silently, trembling involuntarily and clutching it tightly.
After a while, his crying slowly dropped to sobs, and his body trembled with a thick nasal sound.
Slowly, he staggered to his feet, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he could not stand straight. Then, he stood up again with the help of the recliner. Then he strolled to the front, his eyes empty, his eyes swollen like walnuts, and his face flushed with excitement.
He walked into the street, so many cars stopped. He walked out of the driver's shouts and came to the opposite street. Suddenly, a woman grabbed his hand. He turned to call mom? The woman took him home without saying a word.
He was very sad. The sky was overcast, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs, and my heart was always uneasy. I know another storm is coming. Sure enough, because I didn't study hard today and played games all day, my father criticized me when he came back, so I quarreled with my father for no reason. The more noisy, the more reasonable! Finally, he couldn't stand it, but he didn't beat me and scold me as usual. This time, he cried. It was the first time that he couldn't help crying in front of all of us. He shouted at us, "Do you know how much pressure your mother and I have to earn money outside? Do you know how much your mother and I have suffered?
You don't know, but you didn't study hard. Who do you deserve? "This time, he really cried. He lectured us again and tried to hit us with his hand, but he managed to control the impulse to hit us. He was angry, but he controlled it and we were speechless. I'm not talking. That was the first time I saw our father really crying. At ordinary times, I can only see him watching TV, and he only cries when he is moved, and he just passes by. This time he was sad, sad to the depths of his heart, and we understood the hardships of his parents. I will never let my father be sad again.
He was very sad. Composition 15 "It's you, it must be what you did!" "No, no, not me." There was a loud noise in the classroom, which caught my attention.
Huh? What the hell happened here? I looked at the source of the sound. Oh, Xiao Zhuo must think that Xiao Li knocked down the table. But Xiao Li is the least troublesome person in the class. How could he? ...
Xiao Li blushed like a ripe apple, and with tears in his eyes, he said, "Not me, not me." I quickly shook my body and turned to look at us again, as if trying to find out who knocked down the table, and as if praying that we could help him, I looked wronged. But no one wants to stand up for him.
He had no choice but to bite his lip, lower his head and pack things silently. From time to time, he would give a whimper or two, or a tear or two would fall to the ground. When he looked up, his eyes had turned red, two tears hung on his face, and his nose could not stop flowing out. After tidying up his things, he stood up, lowered his head, hung his hands on his sides feebly, and walked silently to his seat with small steps, almost burying his head in the table. Someone touched him, and he was like an angry beast, reaching back fiercely, making us afraid to approach. It was not until later that we found out that he was wronged.
Xiao Li is very sad, not because of our accusations, but because of our misunderstanding of him.