I am a strong child and seldom cry. But that incident made me cry deeply.

It was a stormy day. After school, because I didn't bring my umbrella, I had to sit in the classroom and wait for my mother's arrival. Gradually, the students disappeared, leaving me alone in the classroom. I was in a hurry and thought, mom, why haven't you come to pick me up? Time passes by, falling into my restless heart like an hourglass. At this time, the teacher came over and said kindly to me, "Why don't you go?" I whispered, "My mother hasn't come yet." "Then you can eat something first." The teacher said that whether I agreed or not, he took some hot bread out of his pocket and stuffed it into my hand. I was about to refuse when the teacher said to me, "Be sure to eat! Otherwise the teacher is not happy! " Now I have nothing to say, so I have to force bread into my mouth. The teacher smiled at me again and said, "What's the matter? Don't like to eat? " "No, no" I was busy answering, but tears came out of my eyes unconsciously. "hey! Why is it raining? Come, the teacher will give you an umbrella! " As the teacher spoke, she took out a white paper towel and carefully wiped away my tears. However, this' umbrella' can't stop my tears, and my tears flow more and more. Seeing that I was in a hurry, the teacher told me many interesting stories. While my mother and I waited patiently, I also listened to the stories patiently. But my tears are still deep on my cheeks.

Teacher! Your warm words warm my heart like sunshine! You make me no longer afraid, you make me no longer lonely! This time, I shed tears of gratitude! It is warm tears! What hard tears!

2. Composition on the Beauty of Crying In real life, I always feel that colorful is beautiful; I always feel that the misty clouds are beautiful; I always think that a shy girl's smile is beautiful; I have always felt that the old couple walked hand in hand with beautiful steps; I neglected: crying is also a kind of beauty! The first loud cry of the baby played the notes of life progress, sang the yearning for life and was full of yearning for a better world.

Slowly walk through an innocent childhood like spring, surging like summer youth, mature and steady like autumn middle age, solemn and quiet like winter old age. In the tears of relatives, in the soothing sound of sadness and joy, the soul slowly flies to the kingdom of dreams and walks comfortably and peacefully.

Two cries constitute the cycle of life, and two cries play the beautiful music of life. It is snowing outside the window.

The daughter stretched out her little hand, and the snowflake floating in her palm melted gently and turned into water drops. The daughter said, "Dad, God is crying! Look, snow is her tears! " My heart suddenly trembled: rain and snow are crying of the sky, rivers, lakes and seas are crying of the earth, dew is crying of the grass, and life is crying of the years.

A tearful life is a colorful time, a tearful life is a colorful world. "Meng Jiangnv cries the Great Wall", crying sadly and loudly; "Full of absurd things, a bitter tear", the pain of crying, the helplessness of crying; "Men don't cry because they haven't reached the sad place" is the struggle of the strong soul; "I miss heaven and earth, there is no limit, and I am lonely and tearful" is a spiritual call to care about the country and the people.

On the podium, the tears of joy are pride and pride; Under the podium, the tears shed in great pain are unyielding and tenacious; On the platform, crying is parting; The two places are separated, crying silently and crying for missing. They shouted the truth of life.

When Liu Bei cried, he cried out a huge country. Men cry, women cry; Children cry, old people cry.

When a man cries, it is dark and the sun and the moon are dull, so he boldly cries. When a woman cries, she gently covers her eyes, pear blossoms bring rain, and she cries gracefully; Children are toys, and they can cry all morning, which is very cute. Old people can grieve all night because their children have not seen each other for many days, and cry really badly. Crying, the truest scenery in life; Crying, the truest touch of life! Cry if you want. Crying is also a beauty.

3. Describe the scene of crying. She was shaking all over. Tears glistened in her eyes. I saw tears running down her cheeks. Trembling hands wiped the tears from her face ... but tears were like broken beads, and I couldn't help wiping them.

She didn't dare to cry for fear that someone would hear her. Then, the hand that wiped away the tears tightly covered her mouth. The other kept scratching at the corner.

The rain was rustling, not big, but it got wet all over her. In this way, after a few minutes, she did not shake badly, patted the mud on her body and walked hard. The mud that had just rained was as disgusting as a swamp, and she almost fell down in one step.

The whole body was still shaking, and suddenly she tripped and fell. Soil mixed with rain, rain mixed with soil flooded her body. How can a coward resist? Finally, I cried, but I couldn't get up for a long time. It's raining hard. As the cherry blossoms fluttering in the rain merged into a Huaxi, many cherry blossoms knocked her down as if to comfort her. At least her voice faded, replaced by the sound of rain and her breathing.

Yes, she's asleep. Maybe when you wake up, everything will pass.

At that moment, I cried. Silent happiness is a clear spring, an oasis, a selfless dedication and a Hui Ze from life to life. -Inscription: In the season when all the leaves are gone, I buried a corn seed in the cold soil. At the moment when I dug a hole with my heart and prepared to put the seeds in, my father said, "It won't germinate if I plant it now, wait until spring!" " I ignored it and stubbornly put the seeds in and covered them with mud. In my father's helpless eyes, I stood up and stepped on a few feet in the soft soil. Does everyone else plant seeds in spring? Why should I be like them? Has anyone ever tried to open a quiet place and plant a seed in the late autumn afternoon? That will be a kind of mood, a completely different mood from sowing when the spring breeze blows your face! Who said that if you plant a seed, you must wait for it to sprout? I just thought: the prosperous land in spring and summer may be very lonely at this time! So, isn't it better to plant a seed and keep it company? When people pay, there will always be expectations and demands. They must ask for something in return for what they have given. They pay too much attention to the joy of harvesting after sowing and ignore the mood at the moment of sowing. The earth needs a seed buried in its body, which belongs only to itself. I understand-because I'm lonely, too. Just, who will understand me? Looking back after a long walk, I found my father still standing in the same place, stupefied. I know my attitude just now hurt my father deeply, but he didn't blame him. I just want to forget, forget yesterday, forget tomorrow, forget the day after tomorrow, forget myself, forget everything! Soon after the winter, I have forgotten Confucius whom I stubbornly buried. It was not until a touch of green in spring crept up the branches that my father urged me to water it. Water it? I look puzzled. Dad smiled and said, "didn't you plant a seed last autumn?" It's time to water. " I finally remembered the scene in late autumn. Suddenly one day my father told me that the seeds had sprouted! I didn't respond to what my father said. My father pulled me out of the house, and I followed him and moved lazily. After standing still, I really saw a bright green seedling smiling at me in the wind. I want to laugh, but my eyes finally don't contain boiling tears. Looking at my father around me, I cried, completely crying. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone! At that moment, I understood what happiness is! However, he doesn't know that seeds are broken off from cooked corn and can't germinate! So much for true happiness. The deeper the silence. Every corner between heaven and earth is sending a message of happiness, which makes us realize that a happy world is really good.

5. The composition about crying is helpless with grievances. Loneliness always affects my mood. It's hard to hold it in your heart. I really want to cry, release all these troubles ... and make myself happy.

I've been studying hard at the cold window for nine years, so it's time to take the exam. I'm afraid I will precipitate like carbon dioxide mixed with oxygen and then be filtered out. Actually, I have worked hard and made progress. I am also studying hard, hoping that more green plants can absorb me, and the bright sunshine makes me useful and influential to human beings. But in fact, I am stupid and want to make everything around me better, but it always backfires. I am very helpless, very helpless. Maybe it will be more comfortable to cry, but it can only represent my vulnerability. Let's hold back.

The cold in recent days has been bothering me, making me listless and unwilling to eat. Mom saw that I hadn't eaten well for several days, and fried my favorite egg this morning. Looking at greasy fried eggs made me sick and I only drank a glass of milk. "Why don't you eat? What should I do? " Mom scolded. "Mom, that's too tired. I don't want to eat. " I left impatiently, answered, went back to my room and closed the door. Strange, my mother is always nagging. Why is it so quiet today? So I quietly opened the door and stole a look at my mother. I saw my mother with her head down, chewing the egg slowly, and a few drops of water fell, and I didn't know whether it was sweat or tears. I feel sorry for my mother. I shouldn't have done that. Even if I don't feel well, I should finish that egg. Don't hurt your mother again. I feel embarrassed to cry, because of myself and because of my mother.

6. composition about crying I have a good mother. She has long black hair, and a pair of big eyes often show friendly eyes.

I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, one morning, my mother came to my bedroom to arrange clothes gently as usual. Suddenly, my mother saw the sweat on my forehead and quickly came to touch my forehead with her hand. "Ah, why is it so hot?" Mother frowned and said anxiously. Hearing my mother's voice, I slowly opened my eyes. Without saying anything, my mother picked me up and ran to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital,

Let's go When I arrived at the hospital, my mother was exhausted and panting. I really don't like to see her sweating. "Doctor, what happened to my daughter? Is it serious? " "Hey, this kid, really." In a daze, I heard my mother's anxious inquiry and sigh. After the nurse hung the liquid on me, I looked at my mother, and her anxious and nervous face finally relaxed. Then I thought to myself: it's time for mom to rest. However, before mom got close to the chair, the nurse aunt asked her to get the medicine, and mom left in a hurry. When my mother came back, her face was covered with bean-sized sweat and kept flowing down her cheeks. "Are you hungry?" Mother kindly said to me, "I'll go down and buy you something to eat." Seeing that my mother was so tired, I quickly said, "Mom, I'm not hungry at all. Sit down and have a rest. " However, before I finished, my mother strode out of the ward. In the blink of an eye, my mother prepared delicious food for me.

As night fell, I gradually fell asleep. When I woke up, I realized that my mother had been waiting by my side until dawn. Looking at my mother's haggard face and bloodshot eyes, my heart burst into tears.

It is often said that the greatest thing in the world is maternal love. It's no exaggeration. I will never forget what my mother did for me.

7. Describe crying and crying all over the house. Xiang Xiang was crying loudly, but she only heard a cry for dad, but she didn't shout anything else. Maybe she actually covered her nose and sobbed. However, Peng Qi has no voice. He only had tears, dripping on his daughter's hair.

On the other side of the partition, there was a sudden cry. That's her crying! While holding back, I can't stop crying! A heart-rending cry! Crying in a dark room, crying in a room just full of laughter!

My sister was lying on the bed, convulsing all over, and all the sighs that suppressed her pain seemed to be pulled out from the depths of her soul and scattered in the room, woven into a dark blue sadness. The lights became dim and shallow.

As soon as people land, they will cry. Crying is really an innate instinct of human beings. In infancy, you cry when you are hungry, when you are sick, when you are wet, and when you are uncomfortable. Crying is a weapon for children to survive in chaos. Later, the chaos gradually opened up and I gradually realized the power of crying. So two or three-year-old children began to use this weapon unconsciously and consciously.

He got up from the ground and looked at everyone warily. However, in front of him are excited, affectionate and happy faces. Anyway, I can't find a trace of resentment. A shiny drop of water appeared in his sunken eye socket. Suddenly, he squatted down with his face in his hands, the bear's back twitched violently, and tears flowed silently through his fingers.

I went to a quiet corner, suddenly hugged a tree and shouted. I cried like a lost child at night, crying for myself, for my relatives who suddenly disappeared, for my cartoons, for my loss and for everything. I really want to have a good bite on the trunk!

"Three monitor! -"A cry tore the liver and cracked the gallbladder. A platoon leader carrying a stretcher knelt beside the body of his comrade-in-arms, crying and trying to close the eyes of the martyrs. However, he didn't do it. Other comrades also took off their hats and knelt down, crying like a bronze statue at their comrades lying on a stretcher.

A pure happy mood, like alcohol in the blood vessels, begins to turn semi-stupidity into excitement and dizziness. First, his throat was dry, then his whole body trembled slightly, and finally his tears poured out uncontrollably. 1, a deep cry came from his chest, like an echo in a valley.

8. The appearance of crying describes the tears on a child's face crying for a candy, crying for a toy with his brother, and crying for an injection.

I still remember the day when I first left home to go to school in town. My father sent me there on the first day of school. Because this is the first time I have left home, I am very excited to see so many strangers. When I left, my father stroked my head and said, don't cry.

I said: look at me now, I will never cry, dad, don't worry. At that time, I made a face for my father.

The first day passed quickly. I slept in a strange bed and didn't dream. However, when I woke up the next morning, I couldn't see my parents' familiar figure, so I lost my smile. In class in the afternoon, I couldn't help it any longer. I cried with a "wow" in class. The head teacher came down from the podium and asked me what was wrong. I didn't speak. I kept crying, no matter how many pairs of eyes looked at me in the classroom, and no matter how the class teacher dissuaded me, I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up, the bell rang. I wiped the tears hanging on my face, went back to the dormitory to pick up my bag and walked out of the school gate without asking for leave. There was only one thought at that time, and that was to go home.

I walked home along the railway in the scorching sun without taking a bus. Now think about it, that tears have flowed so much, doesn't it include love? Attachment complex to relatives ... As time goes by, there are more and more days away from home. Although I feel sour when I feel homesick, I have never cried like I did when I left home for the first time. Maybe I have grown up.

I learned to be strong and patient when I was away from home, and I seldom shed tears. Listen to a song and write a poem when you are lonely. 1On the eve of New Year's Day, 997, I am about to leave school and go to Kaifeng for junior college. While I was sorting things out in the dormitory, seven sisters in my roommate sat by the bed and looked at me, and no one spoke.

When I came back from eating out at night, I opened the door and saw all kinds of snacks on the table. There were seven girls sitting on both sides of the table. When I sat on the stool reserved for me, my eyes were already wet. Silent for a long time, I began to sing, singing Jacky Cheung's "Blessing", and the seven of them also sang along, and tears quietly flowed down from the corner of our eyes. Jarja, usually the most naughty and strong, jumped into my arms and said, Sister, don't go? Then she burst into tears. When she cried, the other sisters couldn't help it. They ran to me, hugged each other and began to cry.

I stroked their hair with my hand, and tears have blurred my eyes. That night, we fell asleep with tears in our eyes

The next morning, it began to rain lightly. I stepped on the familiar flag-raising platform and took the national flag from the flag bearer. Fingers across the five stars, unable to express their feelings. With the national anthem played by the military orchestra, Ran Ran raised the national flag.

I know that when the music stops, I will leave the land of Pingdingshan and embark on a new journey. Everything here will become the past and memories, and tears will spread in my eyes ... In the summer vacation of 1998, my brother and I rented a house near the school, and my brother came from home. We three sisters get along very well. Wake me up at 8: 00 in the morning (a poodle given by my friend, with long white fur and lovely hair), and then I will take it for a walk.

I like cooking. Every day, several side dishes are fried in various ways. My younger brother and younger brother like eating very much. They eat more than usual, grow up a lot, and hold them very heavy. Because my brother will go to school in Kaifeng in September, my brother will accompany him home to get things. I took Diandian to Zhengzhou for a few days and then went back.

When I got off the bus, I put Diandian down from my arms and it flew to the fourth floor. Pushing open the door, sitting quietly on the sofa, my heart is empty, and there is no sound of my brother playing guitar and singing along with him; No, the three of us were red-faced because of a problem, only the "click" sound when drinking water.

Suddenly I wanted to cry inexplicably, so I cried with my head in my arms. At this moment, the "click" disappeared, and Diandian quickly ran to me (I heard its claws scratching on the floor) and scratched my arm with its claws. When I can't open it, it arches my leg with its head. I looked up and saw Diandian cocked his head and looked at me with his big smiling eyes (I will never forget his eyes, where bread contains comfort and love.

This kind of comfort and love is reflected in the eyes of a dumb animal. ), the tail kept shaking, I held it in my arms and sobbed.

"Small" added tears to my face and erased my homesickness ... The days when I came to work in Zhengzhou were always very busy, and I had to study after work. I was under great pressure and didn't have time to think about more things. Often for some trivial matters in work and life, my boyfriend quarrels with me, quarrels with each other, and puts up with his willfulness and unreasonable accusations.

I don't know how many times tears have wet my pillow. I fall asleep with tears in my arms and often wake up crying in my dreams. After a quarrel, I was walking alone in the street. When I was tired of walking, I stopped at a telephone booth and dialed my home phone number.

When the telephone rang, a familiar voice came from my ear. "Mom ..." I shouted into the microphone, and tears welled up like spring water. I have been away for more than ten years. I called my mother countless times and never cried. This is the first time.

I don't remember what I told my mother, except that when the money on the card changed from 3 0.00 to 0. 1, I told my mother that I wanted to go home. That is, the moment I hung up the phone, I knew that my relationship with him was over ... The rain outside the window had stopped, and I smelled the humid air through the window, just like my mood at the moment, a little depressed.

A person walks quietly in this familiar and unfamiliar city, feeling the taste of being alone, and life is still calm. In the season of jasmine blossom, I ushered in my love.

He Hui met on the Internet. At first, we were brother and sister. We talked about life, study, career and love. He told me his past, and I told him mine.

We pour out our hearts to each other through the internet every day, feeling the concern and yearning beyond time and space. Later, Huilai came to Zheng.

9. About a 600-word composition describing the details of crying, pay attention to the details, not her. "Xu through to cry. He opened his chest clothes and walked over, letting the wind blow on his face and chest; Let turbid tears gush from eyes, brush along cheeks on both sides, flow into neck and chest. He raised his hand to wipe it, and tears flowed to his hands, palms and backs of his hands. His feet are moving forward and his tears are flowing downwards. He held his head high and straightened his chest. When he stepped out, his legs were strong, his arms shook without hesitation, but his face was full of sadness. His tears flowed crisscross on his face, like rain hitting the window pane, like cracks climbing into a broken bowl, like branches growing vigorously, like canals flowing into fields, like streets full of towns, and tears were woven into a net on his face. "

Xu Sanguan left in tears, crying silently all over schools, cinemas and department stores. People in the street stood watching, and people shouted, "Xu through, Xu through, Xu through-why are you crying?"

10. At night, quietly, I was crying alone.

I remember that the second class this afternoon was a book class. I used to be very happy when I was listening to the book class, but this time I became very scared. Because we finished the computer class that day, we went back to the classroom. Suddenly, I froze. The schoolbag on my seat was knocked over by a male classmate who was eating next to me. The boy turned a blind eye and stepped on the snow wolf I borrowed from the library. Suddenly, a sense of shame came to my mind. When I knelt beside him and picked up the book in shame, I saw his victorious smile. By the time I took the book out, it was as torn as a beggar. Tears fell quietly. So, I haven't been in the library for a long time. It's my turn I held out my hand blankly. A tattered snow wolf appeared in front of Mr. Jin. Are you waiting for me with shouting and cursing? I dare not look up into Mr. Kim's eyes. A loud roar made me afraid to speak, and I knew that no matter how you defended it, it was useless. Thinking of the satisfied smile that the boy deliberately played tricks on, I have the taste of knocking over the five-flavor bottle. At this time, there are no tears in my heart, only bitter water.

After two classes, this pool of bitterness still exists. It is a dark cloud in my primary school life. His origin, its aftertaste, is always so bitter and astringent. ...

That time, I shed tears because I was moved by the scene on TV; At that time, I shed tears because I was happy and excited about my success; That time I shed tears because I regretted what I had done; At that time, I cried because I was wronged and sad ... but if I cried, it would be over, and I would forget it. It has become a page of history, turned over forever and completely disappeared from my memory. But at that time, I shed tears, which made me unforgettable. Why? Because I was leaving my beloved alma mater at that time.

On a dark morning, I came to my alma mater with a heavy heart. The sound of reading and the kind words of the teacher came from the campus. I walked on the familiar campus brick road again and came to the classroom. I saw snow-white walls, clean blackboards, neat desks and dazzling Chinese characters "study hard". I really can't bear to leave this comfortable classroom, cordial classmates, beloved teachers, and warm collective education for me in recent years.

I bid farewell to my classmates with tears and gave them the most sincere gift-blessing. My best friend Zhao Shan said, "Goodbye, we may not see each other many times in the future, but we can't live without heart separation." I nodded hard. Wang Lili cried and said, "My family is poor, and I don't have any gifts for you, but I hope you won't forget me-a loyal friend." I reluctantly smiled and said, "How could I forget you? I am not an amnesiac. " The teacher organized my classmates to play a lesson with me. Everyone sang the song "Finding Friends" together, and everyone was very happy.

The bus will take me to a strange place. I looked at my lovely alma mater for a long time until it disappeared from my sight ... I cried and thought, "No matter where I go, I will never forget you-dear alma mater!" "