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No matter in school or in society, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my carefully arranged crying composition. Welcome to share.

I am a tall and thin boy. If you ask me what is my biggest feature, I will definitely tell you that it is "crying". Maybe you will ask me why I am crying. Crying may have become my image in everyone's mind, but somehow, my eyes seem to be different from those of other students, and I always like to cry. There are countless things that make me cry. I must be the first to cry when I quarrel with my classmates. I cried when I lost the football, not to mention being criticized by my parents.

I remember a math exam, and I only got 76 points. As soon as I got home, my mother asked me about my grades. In fact, I left tears before I showed my mother the test paper, which made my mother very anxious and asked me what was wrong. While I was crying, I showed my mother the test paper with a "horrible" score in my schoolbag. I thought my mother would be furious. Who knows my mother's face is unusually calm. Instead, he touched my head and said, "Yang Yang, it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. Just try hard next time, but don't shed tears whenever you encounter unhappy things. You are a boy, and you will grow into a man in the future. Men don't cry easily. " After listening to my mother's words, I looked up at my mother. My tears stopped and I smiled.

From then on, my mother's words taught me to be strong. Every time I encounter unhappy things, I will cheer up and not cry easily. Isn't there a saying that "men don't cry easily"? Although I am still young and not a real man, I will become an indomitable man sooner or later. At that time, I couldn't cry casually. I love crying. I want to say goodbye to you.

My composition 2, I love to cry. When I write the yearbook, I always write one of my shortcomings in the column of shortcomings, that is, I love to cry. Whenever I encounter something unpleasant, it's like a spring rain. Even the arrogant boys in the class saw that my situation was wrong and immediately begged for mercy.

I remember once, when I was doing my homework at home, I suddenly heard "Yingying opens the door, my sister is coming!" " "I immediately went to open the door, only to see my aunt holding my cousin walking upstairs. After a while, my sister crept into my study to play with my pen because she was bored, and I didn't know anything. After a while, I heard my mother say in the living room, "Hello! You took your sister's pen, and she stopped hitting you? "I just found that my pen was stolen by my sister. So, I stepped forward and said kindly, "Yingying, will you give your pen to your sister?" "But, her head vigorously shaking from side to side. As soon as I saw that the soft one didn't work, I came to the hard one and said, "Will you give it to me? Don't play if you don't give it. " However, her temper is really like a donkey, and she doesn't eat hard or soft. I have to use my own weapon. Suddenly "spring rain" came out, and my tears came out again, from "spring rain" to "storm" My sister had no choice but to give it back to me.

Another time, my mother took me shopping with my sister. Her big eyes saw a little girl coming out of a children's clothing store in beautiful clothes. My sister took a fancy to it at a glance and said to her mother, "Aunt, I also want to buy that dress that my sister is wearing." But mother said, "Let's look elsewhere." No matter what my sister says, my mother just doesn't agree. But I quietly approached my sister and said, "As long as you cry, mom will buy it for you." My sister suddenly cried with a "wow" and rolled on the ground. I smiled and thought, "You learn so fast!" Mother saw her sister like this and had to spend money to buy her a dress.

Hey, hey, I'm not good at crying, am I Come to a lesson next time!

Cry my composition 3 "Whoops ……" Who is crying? Needless to say, that person is me. I'm sorry to say that Mark doesn't cry much, but I'm always haunted by tears.

On Sunday, my mother took Ma Er and me to the supermarket. As soon as I got to the third floor, I saw a lovely Barbie doll. I just stood there watching, thinking that it would be great if my mother could buy it for me, but my mother would definitely not agree. At this time, my mother urged me to leave, but I still refused to move. Pony waved to pull me, but accidentally touched my eyes. In fact, my eyes don't hurt much, but my tears flow down like water in a faucet. Mother asked anxiously, "honey, what's the matter?" Did something get into your eyes? "I cried and said," Mom ... Pony's hand ... touched my eyes ... ouch ... ""Does it hurt? Then let's go to see a doctor! " "No, Mom, please help me buy a Barbie doll!" I said while rubbing my eyes. Mom suddenly realized, "Oh, it was Barbie who fell into your eyes! ""(original submission)

I didn't do well in the exam yesterday, but the teacher asked us to sign the papers for our parents. I think, this is dead, and my father will definitely scold me. In the evening, I took out my test paper and went to my father and suddenly cried: "Dad ... Ouch ... I ..." My father was shocked and quickly asked: "What's the matter? Why are you crying? " I cried and said, "I didn't do well in the exam." The teacher asked my parents to sign. " After that, I handed the test paper to my father. Dad shook his head and said, "A bad test is a bad test. Why are you crying? You frightened the life out of me. Come and dad will sign it for you, but you must work hard next time. " "Yes!" I'm so happy, haha, crying helped me escape!

Crying is really a good magic weapon, but I am often called "crying baby" by everyone. This name is not very nice. It seems that I still have to say goodbye to this magic weapon!

Cry me composition 4 Cry me

As I get older, my friends become stronger, but I am always overwhelmed. ...

The sky was gloomy, and soon heavy rain fell from the sky. Looking at the threatening rain, I sighed helplessly and rushed into it. ...

"Huh?" Has the rain stopped? Looking up unconsciously, I saw a red umbrella and my father's smiling face. Suddenly, the dazzling sunshine appeared on my face. Tired of playing on the umbrella, the rain doll slipped off the slide and fell to the ground, splashing like a flower.

"hmm? Dad ... "Seeing the pale smile of a drowned rat in the rain, I choked ... Dad just stood in the rain, his face as white as snow, his clothes were all wet, and he clung to him tightly. Water drops dripped down her hair, and her ruddy face was pale and covered with water drops, looking so haggard. Even the original bright smile on the corners of the mouth became stiff and dull.

That red umbrella is a little brighter.

It turned out that my father moved his umbrella to my side from time to time while walking, but when I was completely protected from the wind and rain, he was as strong as a sword to bear the rain beads. ...

Quietly holding my father's hand, "Dad … how did you …" My throat seems to be blocked by something, I can't speak, my nose is sour and I want to cry.

"What's the matter? Hehe, umbrellas like to hit horizontally! " A few short words brought tears to my eyes. I hugged his cold body tightly, sobbed, lifted his little face and smiled brightly ... The red umbrella was burning like a fire.

We walked into the vast rain curtain with an umbrella, and the brilliant red gradually blurred until it disappeared. ...

Everybody says, am I particularly fond of crying?

I like crying. There is a crying expert in our family.

She looks a little beautiful, with snow-white skin, oval face, big eyes and black hair in a ponytail. In their family, she is a "little princess" and everyone has to follow her-except her mother. Her grandmother dotes on her the most. She is good at crying. When she cries, she goes to her grandmother, who is like being cut into a piece of meat. She was very upset.

With grandma's love, she became prouder and cried harder. If she wears new clothes, she will go door to door, deliberately lift her sleeves and pout and say, "Well, I have new clothes. Do you have them?" But if someone touches her clothes, she starts to cry and runs to her grandmother to complain.

Sometimes she makes a mistake and her mother wants to hit her. But as soon as my mother raised her hand, she began to cry loudly. Grandma heard this and quickly stepped forward to protect her. This time, my mother couldn't hit him. She smiled again, with some tears in her eyes.

She has a small bowl. If anyone uses her small bowl, she will cry again. Once my aunt accidentally broke this bowl while washing dishes, which provoked a hornet's nest. She burst into tears. Menstruation insisted on taking her to the store to buy her a bowl of the same size, and she stopped crying.

When she was in the first grade, she went home to complain almost every day. The child touched her book and took her ruler, or didn't jump the rubber band with her and didn't get the little red flower. Anyway, I have a reason to cry once every day when I go home. Just like the sun doesn't set until it cries. So, everyone gave her a nickname "crying expert".

Students, guess who this crying expert is? Yes, I was when I was a child! Now, the crying expert has grown into a singing expert!

When I was five or six years old, I was a girl who cried easily, so few people played with me.

One afternoon, I was playing in a field near the village. Just me, I squatted there, playing with mud for a while, picking wild flowers for a while, and soon a few children came. They come to play games. One of the girls came running and said, "Come and play with us. Many people are very fun. " Others said, "Yes, come and play with us." I was bored playing alone, so I readily agreed to them. The oldest girl said, "Let's talk about the rules of the game first. There are eleven of us, one for five, and one left. We are playing different hide-and-seek games. Let's divide into groups, and then I will say a paragraph. After the last word, I will look for whoever my finger points to. " Say that finish, the game will begin soon. It's a boy a little older than me. He immediately turned around and began to count: "1, 2, 3, 4, ..." I ran around and couldn't find a hidden place, and it was almost time. At this time, the girl hiding behind a piece of grass whispered, "Come and find me." I quickly found a place to hide. At the right moment, the person you are looking for just started to act, and it was found late. I patted my chest and whispered. The girl next to me put her index finger to her mouth and motioned me not to talk, otherwise I would be found out. I've been looking for the boy for a long time, but I can't find any. The girl next to me smiled. I moved back slowly and my hand was stabbed accidentally. I cried, and the boy I was looking for followed the sound and found us. Suddenly, the girl next to me said angrily, "Why are you crying? If I knew, I wouldn't let you hide here. You are a pest. " I cried with my injured finger in my arms, and I cried even more when I heard his words. After others heard the news and did something, it was all my fault. I had to leave with grievances.

I often cry. I will cry when wrestling, and I will cry when I am scolded, not to mention being beaten.

Later, I gradually got rid of this bad habit.

I cried. There is a photo on my desk. There are two little girls in the photo, one is sitting and the other is standing. At first glance, you will find that the author's girl is more beautiful than the girl standing, but if you look closely, you will find that the girl standing is actually obviously more beautiful than the girl sitting. Why is this? !

I am not beautiful, with a public face and thick lips, and I am not the kind of girl who stands out in the vast sea of people. However, I am good at laughing. I am smiling, and my mouth is upturned, revealing a row of teeth that are not very white, which can be considered very cute. The girl sitting in the photo is me.

I smiled happily in the photo, and my eyes narrowed into a crack. Maybe it's the power of smiling, but I look more beautiful.

The teacher said that a smile is the best ID card in life, and it can make people happy. I laugh a lot in my life, almost all the time. I have many beautiful friends around me. They are all excellent girls that boys want to get close to. However, it may be too beautiful to have a proud personality! They will feel that many things that boys do are unreasonable and unforgivable, which makes them unable to get along well with boys. And I, an ugly girl, won't say anything, just laugh at everything and continue to fight with them.

In life, a smile can create beauty and make an ordinary person extraordinary. Maybe I am ordinary, but my smile is extraordinary. It can bring happiness to others.

Friends, smile! Let your smile make you happy and make others happy! Let all the little troubles disappear with a smile, and let the most beautiful self stay in the hearts of others!

I've been crying since I was a child. As long as you see the moved TV or are criticized, tears will flow down instantly and you can't stop. The children all said, "don't mess with her, or you'll regret it." Why? She will cry! Let her cry, tears can wet your clothes and let you open an umbrella on a sunny day! "The friend said," When you grow up, you will be an actor, specializing in tragedies, which will make you burst into tears, and you will be on fire when you act. "Mom also said," Zhong Chuyi, you are so fond of crying. I think you should change your name to Zhong Cry. "You will definitely say: Crying once is nothing. Everyone cried. Hey hey! A "glorious title" that does not meet my "crying essence", let's take a look at my crying experience!

Once, my test score was 96. I thought that as long as I showed my score to my parents, I would be praised immediately, at least not criticized. Unexpectedly, my parents not only didn't praise me immediately, but also said that my question should not be wrong. Speaking of which, two more tears appeared on my face. Another time, I made an appointment with my classmates to play together at the weekend, but I happily asked my mother where to go at the weekend. As a result, my mother said, "Let's go and see the house." What will happen next? You know, I cried out of breath.

I have also thought about why I like crying so much! Like a faucet, it's hard to stop. If I don't do what I want to do, I will criticize my mother. As long as I criticize, my nose will be sore and I will cry in the end. In fact, my heart is not fragile, I can't stand criticism and face difficulties, but I really feel very happy after crying and my state is adjusted quickly. One minute ago, I was crying in the dark, and one minute later, I have adjusted back to my original happy and cheerful self.

How time flies! Now I am a nine-year-old girl, and I can't face difficulties and challenges by crying. Although I used to be a crying girl, I believe I will become stronger and stronger in the future. Come on!

My name is Zhao Yichen, and I am a boy. I am ten years old this year. I am neither tall nor short, and I have no extra meat, like a bamboo pole. A little face. He has a thick black hair on his head and a pair of small eyes, but he is bright and often "flooded".

I am timid and can cry. My parents often teach me that "boys should be strong and bleed without tears". But whenever I am criticized and want to cry, I love to cry; I want to cry when I meet an unsolvable problem; I cry when I'm scared. ...

One night, my mother was sleeping soundly and was awakened by my intermittent crying. My mother asked me, "Baby, what's the matter?" I sobbed and said, "I have a nosebleed!" " "My mother comforted me and said," Nothing, just press one side of the nose and it will be all right in a minute. "But after a minute, I cried again and said," Mom, the blood is still flowing! ""My mother had no choice but to come to my bedside to help me stop bleeding and comfort me. After a while, the bleeding stopped and my mother turned off the light and went to bed. But I'm afraid I'll have a nosebleed after I fall asleep. I opened it and called my mother. "Mom, will it flow again?" My mother patiently told me, "If you don't touch your nose, it won't flow again." I cried several times in the next half hour or so.

Another time, I went to the supermarket with my brother, mother and grandmother. After shopping, our brother grabbed the yogurt, tore open the wrapping paper, took it out immediately and drank it. Even my mother made us wait. Downstairs, I found that I had lost my mother and them. I waited for a long time and didn't see it, so I began to cry. Finally, my brother advised me to say, "Brother, don't cry. I am embarrassed to cry here. " I stopped crying at once, went to the information desk with my brother and finally found my mother.

I am such a timid boy who loves to cry, and I don't really like this kind of me. I hope everyone can help me get rid of these problems together.

Cry my composition 10 I am a crybaby. Hey, when I look in the mirror, Xiaomei's face is white and red, as delicate as a lotus flower just coming out of the water. I am a boy, and I look like my daughter. Ha, so I love to cry!

In fact, this is also because of my impatience! A word and a half with my classmates, when the exam results were not ideal, it was a tough day, and then Jin Doudou jumped out and couldn't stop if he wanted to, no matter how others shaved and cried, how to comfort them carefully. Alas, I am a stubborn temper and can cry for a long time! But that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable. It's just that I like this sense of frustration and depression. After the rain clears, I will try my best to resolve small disputes with a bright smile and meet the learning challenge with more full fighting spirit. I, as a person, will never bow to difficulties!

I'm good at playing chess, and the chess style is ghostly and adult, so it's hard to tell the true from the false. Every weekend, I always pester my father to play chess with me. My father's chess skills are very high, and I can finally gain a lot from playing chess with him. But when I played chess with my father, you came and went, and after a few rounds, I gradually fell behind. Confucius always moves-all the books are lost. After losing, tears kept rolling in my eyes. My father saw my expression and said that my son had come to kill a game. This time, my father deliberately let me go and finally killed him. At this time, my mother came over and said, you should firmly grasp the initiative and keep your advantage to the end. Only when you are open and carefully laid out can you taste life like chess and chess like life.

I am an impatient, careless, stubborn and crybaby. In fact, I am very ordinary, very ordinary, but what makes me different is that I love to cry. For my ideal, of course, there must be tears!

Crying about my composition 1 1 Look at the title of this article, you must think I am a little girl, right? I am a nine-year-old boy. My name is Chen Junyu. However, it is true that I am timid and crying.

Say "cowardice" first. For example, one night last summer, my mother was busy in the kitchen. She found it suddenly dark. It's just me and her at home. When she was in a hurry, she forgot her cowardice and asked me to collect clothes from the top floor, saying that there might be a nasty rain later. I was just about to say to my mother, "It's getting dark, I dare not go alone!" " "However, I am afraid that my mother will make fun of me because I am not like a boy. So I gritted my teeth and went upstairs in fear. Who knows when I walked to the five or six stairs from the top of the building, suddenly a black shadow jumped out of the door of the building, rushed to my side and suddenly disappeared. I was shocked and shouted, "help, mom, mom, come and help me!" " "Mom rushed up from downstairs and I hugged her. Mom hugged and said, "No, no, mom is here." When the button was pressed, the light on the stairs came on. She looked around, then patted me on the shoulder and said, "Yu Jun, come and have a look." I looked in the direction of my mother's finger, ah! It turned out to be a cat, and now it is lying quietly in the corner. As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles! Soon everyone knew I was as timid as a mouse.

Say "cry" first. In my mother's words, I cried for a day and a night. For example, if you fail in the exam, you will cry; Cry if you can't play computer; Mom cried if she didn't buy me a gyro; I also cry when I watch sad TV plays. ...

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I like crying. I have a shortcoming, which is embarrassing to say, and that is crying.

When I was a child, my toy fell to the ground. My uncle or aunt picked it up and pretended to put it in her arms, pretending to take it away. I began to cry at once.

When I was in kindergarten, when my mother sent me to the classroom, I began to cry. After a while, although I didn't cry loudly, I often shed tears.

When I grow up, I am also trying to correct this, and the effect is always not obvious.

Last semester of Grade Two, our school held a campus group dance competition, and the students in our class trained very hard. I am an instructor, and I really want to win honor for my class. However, we only got the second place in our class. When the results came out, I cried again When my classmates saw me crying, they also cried, so the teacher persuaded us for a long time before we calmed down.

The most unforgettable thing is that my grandparents passed away one after another last year. During that time, I cried many times before and after, and my eyes looked like peaches.

Dad once taught me a way to write a sentence "I want to be strong" and stick it where I can easily see it. Whenever I want to cry, I will think of this sentence. I put this note on my desk and bedroom, and it had some effect.

Now, my crying characteristics have not been completely corrected. However, I don't want to change either. Mom and dad told me: joys and sorrows are our emotions, and laughter and crying are the ways to vent these emotions. Only in this way can we be a real, even healthy person.

I am 13. I am 12 years old this year. I'm chubby, but I especially like to cry. I cry when I meet a little thing.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother bought me a bear pencil. I jumped three feet high with joy and couldn't wait to take it to school to show off. Seeing the envious eyes of my classmates, my heart is full of sweetness.

I went to pee after class, and when I came back, I found the bear pencil missing! I immediately began to cry, crying in the dark. At the beginning of class, the teacher came over and asked, "What's the matter?" I said, "One of my pencils is missing." The teacher said: don't cry, just have a look and you'll find it. "But, I searched the whole floor and seats, and there was no result. I thought to myself, how could it not be? Did that pen grow long legs and run away by itself? Or did you just disappear? Thinking about it, I began to cry again. Suddenly a classmate pointed to my pocket and said, "Isn't the pen in your pocket?" I immediately put my hand into my pocket and touched it. Hey! It's really in my pocket But how did it get in? I suddenly realized: I was afraid that someone would steal my pen, so I put it in my pocket and went to pee quickly. Who knows, I'll forget it after I pee. Hey! I am really a crying baby!

In the second grade of primary school, I played with my friends, and then a friend said, "Let's play hide-and-seek in the cabin." We all applauded. Then we hid in the hut, but they all went out and I was the only one inside. I want to go out, but the door won't open. I just burst into tears. I shouted, "Help! Help! " Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter outside, and then the door opened automatically. It turned out that this was a prank. I said sternly, "You bad boys will never play with you again." Say that finish, angrily left.

Anyway, this is me who loves to cry. Do you want to make friends with me?

I am a little girl who loves to cry. I will sob when I encounter a little setback.

I have big eyes and a small mouth. Neighbors say I'm cute, but I just love to cry, even my parents can't stand it.

Once, my parents took me to my grandmother's house. I'm very excited, and I'm moving forward alive. When I walked to the door of the community, I only heard a plop. I tripped over the uneven road, so I cried. My father hugged me and said, "Why are you so weak?" Cry even if you fall! "The more I listen to it, the more sad I am, and the louder I cry. My mother had a headache and had to comfort me by saying, "Be careful when you walk in the future. "

Look! How much I love to cry

Another time, I just entered the first grade of primary school. When I swim, my swimming posture is not correct. The coach shouted to me, "Your posture is not correct!" "So the coach came to teach me the correct swimming posture like spacewalk, which is nothing. But the second time I swam in the wrong position, the teacher came to me with a bad temper. At that time, I didn't know. The coach put my head in the water. I struggled in the water several times and choked. The coach let go of his hand and scolded me, "How did you make a mistake?" I began to cry quietly.

When I got home, I said to my mother, "Today, the coach put my head in the water and choked several times!" Mother comforted me here: "this is what you should do, this is your punishment!" " "I pursed my lips and cried softly.

How I want to get rid of the bad habit of crying!