Cry +0 Cry, what is it? Is it shame? Is it a luxury? Is helpless? ……
Crying is cleaning. Let tears help you wash away the dust in your heart. Let your heart melt with tears. Bathed in tears, the whole body has a brand-new feeling. Tears are pure, beautiful and crystal clear. It's spotless and never gets dirty. Isn't it beautiful?
Crying is light. Let the tears light the fire in your heart and make your heart bright. The heart will be illuminated by this light. Tears are flashing and flowing. In this light, people seem to rise and fly to a world without darkness, where everything is shining and so clear, and there is a world of tears.
Crying is the beginning. Tears are the beginning of everything. I came back to this world in tears, grew up again, and everything started again in tears. The soul is always the starting point of tears. I ran there, tears came, and I started an endless journey and came to a new world.
Crying is beautiful. Tears are so beautiful that peony and hydrangea can't compare. Tears are so crystal clear when they splash. What are those flowers? There is neither its bright body nor its graceful posture. A string of tears, like pearls and crystals, are transparent angels, spreading their wings. In tears, people become beautiful and their eyes become bright.
Some people want to punish his strength with falsehood. Will this really happen? So what if you cry? If you swallow it, you will lose more. I like crying. I cry when I am frustrated, and I will succeed next time. Crying when you are happy is crying with joy. Moisten your eyes with tears when you get up, and you will be accompanied by tears every day. What does it matter? Isn't that great? Aren't you that strong? Do you know that?/You know what? Crying does not mean weakness. After crying, your pen will be happier and your smile will be more beautiful.
Crying is not shame, luxury or helplessness. Crying is a beautiful and pure new world.
I don't know how many times tears have appeared in my eyes, but I can't let this stubborn tears flow down my cheeks. But who knows why I don't allow tears to fall, because I want to be a strong person. In retrospect, what did those things, those so-called strong, those so-called disguises contain in those years? What's the secret behind it? Maybe no one knows.
Sometimes I feel like crying. Because I am lost in the journey of life, I can't find the direction, and I can't really understand the meaning of the word "strong". Being strong may mean being firm and strong, but sometimes you really can't do it, but you have to learn. Because I know that there are not many "doctors" in this world, only people who sprinkle salt on your wounds. I don't want to make things worse, so I don't want to show my scar to others. Naturally, I don't like others to speculate on my mind. In reality, there are always many people who think they know me, but maybe this is just their self-righteousness. Few people really know me. But I still have to live on my own.
Sometimes I feel like crying. Because I lost my way in life and couldn't find the light, but I finally understood the meaning of the word "disguise". Camouflage may be hiding yourself in a "safe place", leaving only a walking corpse. This kind of life is not beautiful, but I don't expect it. However, it always seems to be the opposite. Everyone is so hypocritical and good at pretending. Perhaps, this is just a sentence, "the eyes of people in the world can not only have the sun, but also have people's hearts." This is really an "infectious disease", even my friends around me will be like this. But there's nothing I can do about it. I can only say that there is only one sentence for anything. I've been watching people for a long time, and I'm better, and I'm more clear.
Sometimes, I want to cry, but all I can think of is "being strong", and my tears come back to my eyes, but all I can think of is "pretending". I want to cry, polish my eyes with tears, see the truth clearly, and stride into my life with cold eyes and ridicule.
In those years, those things, those so-called strong, those so-called camouflage, only let me learn to guard against. Sometimes I wonder if the world is only blue and white, only simple and simple, not complicated or even gloomy.
So, sometimes, I also want to cry.
I am an ordinary little squirrel. It turns out that I live in a pine tree and pick delicious pinecones everywhere, so I have enough food for the winter.
One day. I take a nap at home. Suddenly, I was awakened by a shock. I looked down. Ah! There are five big and three thick people waving huge axes in my house. Thanks to my speed, I jumped into another tree. Soon, the tree fell, too. When I saw the tall tree fall, I cried and was forced to live in a friend's house-Rabbit's house. The next day, I woke up and found that half the forest was gone. It makes me even sadder to see that machines are cutting down my home. I thought to myself: Why do humans destroy our beautiful home for their own benefit?
I slipped into the city and just jumped into a tree to have a rest, when I saw someone looking at me and someone shouting, "It's a squirrel, catch it quickly." I jumped into the tree in a hurry. Out of their pursuit.
I thought to myself: Why are humans so selfish? They not only destroy our homes, but also want to take me as a pet. Humans! You must reflect. Cutting down trees makes us homeless. Without trees, there are no resources.
Please wake up and protect the forest and the environment together!
This is my homework for grade five. Please don't mind. New works are coming out soon.
I cried for 4 days and walked aimlessly in the rain, letting the drizzle wet my clothes. Walking step by step, I feel very disappointed. Music was still playing on the radio, and Mao Mao rain blew into my neck with the wind, and my head shrank. Clothes swayed in the wind, and heavy memories flooded into my mind. "How can you be so selfish? He said he was a friend. ! ""* *, I said, how could you? " "You coward, how so useless? ! What friends should we be? " I can't stand those stinging words. I always thought that I was a strong Xiao Qiang, and I could bear a lot, but who ever thought that I was just a cowardly snail after all.
Why do people always pretend? If you don't want to laugh, why bother? Is it not good to be yourself? I often think so. I tried to associate with others with my true self, but what I got was my scarred self.
So, I also learned to disguise. I can smile at everyone and everything. Maybe you'll call me heartless. But no one knows, the next second I laugh, I feel endless bitterness in my heart. Laughing too much will make you tired.
"Hey hey hey." The branches overhead kept swinging, and the fallen leaves danced with the wind like homeless butterflies. "It's so beautiful,,," I moved my chapped lips, reached out my hands and caught a fallen leaf-yellow and black intertwined, silently telling its vicissitudes. My eyes are red and there are tears in my eyes. I look up at the sky, hoping not to let the tears leave. But the accumulated sadness seems unbearable, and tears always stay along the corner of my eyes, drop by drop. I squatted down slowly, buried my head in my knees, and let the tears soak my trouser legs.
When I was tired of crying, I stood up and pulled out a bitter smile on my lips. "Dear * *, aren't you Xiao Qiang? Why are you crying? No matter how hard and tired you are, don't you all survive? Can't you stand the pain now? Be strong and don't let them laugh at you. " I said to myself.
There will always be difficulties on the road of life. Maybe, we will get hurt, maybe, we will cry, but in the end, we will always become strong. Just smiling, my face will be numb and my heart will be very tired. I'm just an ordinary person, sometimes I want to cry.
I am a little girl who loves to cry.
Every time I meet something very small, I will cry, and my classmates will laugh at me and say that I am a little girl with a runny nose.
In my fourth grade, our school organized a spring outing. We went to a place with lots of fish, and we also went to Jiu Feng Park. We also saw many small animals. The scenery there can be said to be a fairyland on earth. Although before I saw this, my hand was tortured-carsick. This is a problem I have had since I was a child, but it doesn't seem to me. When I was a child, my mother said: I kept saying in the car that I didn't throw up and laughed. So I'm afraid of this. Don't talk about it. If I do, it will make me sad. After this painful torture, I saw this beautiful scenery. Just don't waste my previous hard work! I had a good time this spring, and the teacher actually asked us to write a composition.
I was a little scared when I heard this word. How difficult it is for me to write. And I will show it to the teacher after writing, and it is a teacher in other classes, not our head teacher. This is even scarier. I finished my difficult article carefully.
A day has passed, and the warm sunshine shines on my face, which is very comfortable and comfortable. I didn't know there was danger waiting for me behind.
Jingle bells, jingle bells. Sweet and boring bell rings. This is a Chinese class, which is my least favorite class. The serious teacher walked into the teacher. The students immediately quieted down. I have no choice but to listen to the teacher chanting, what's the hurry, divide it into general. I can't listen to this writing at all, and my heart is about to jump out. A student knocked on the classmates in our class, but when I walked into a small office, the classmates all looked at me in surprise. Some people even said, "The composition of our class is chosen." When I heard that, I was secretly pleased and confused. I think my level can be praised. After thinking about it, I came to the office. My heart kept beating and everything was so quiet. The teacher said: You wrote this article. I said, yeah. The teacher began to say how my composition was so poor that it looked like a running account. I don't want others to comment on what I wrote, although the teacher didn't say it very harshly. But I still cried. I am glad that this was not seen by the teacher. I went back to the classroom and cried hard. Scold that damn teacher all the time. My classmates came to comfort me, but the more they comforted me, the more I cried.
This is me, a cry baby.
I swear that I will be strong in the future and stop crying.
As the saying goes, "men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place yet." After living for more than ten years, I really realized the meaning of this sentence.
It happened in a final exam. On the eve of the exam, in order to welcome the arrival of the final exam, we are all stepping up our review. In the self-study class, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a needle fall to the ground.
The day before the exam, I was worried and heard everyone talking about the exam.
"The exam tomorrow. What if I don't do well in the exam? "
"Yes, it's over if you don't do well in the exam."
"My parents told me to take a good test. If I do well, I will climb Mount Tai!" ……
Hearing your comments, my heart is also full of ups and downs. My mother gets up early every morning to cook for me, and then brings it to me when the meal is cold. Accompany me with my homework every night and tell me to study hard and get good grades. How disappointed my mother will be if I fail the exam! I'm afraid I will cry after seeing my mother's disappointed eyes. Dad goes out early and comes back late every day, and supports his family by his own salary. He seldom asks me for anything, but he always meets my requirements for study and never hesitates. What will happen if dad doesn't do well in the exam After class, this problem still keeps popping up in my mind, and the pictures of parents' disappointment keep appearing alternately in front of my eyes, and I can't get rid of it.
The next day the exam began, and I walked into the examination room nervously. Sitting in my seat, my heart is pounding like a rabbit in my pocket. I secretly told myself: "Be sure to be calm, be sure to be calm, and do well in the exam!" "The test paper was issued, and I did every question very carefully, for fear of making mistakes. After writing, I checked it several times to make sure it was correct, and then I checked the next question.
The exam is over, everything goes well, and I don't feel too difficult. I am secretly happy.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, July 3 finally came, and I walked into the classroom with confidence. I'm looking forward to going home happily with my test paper.
"Zhang Minghao, 109; Li 1 10; Li Bowen, 90 points ... "
What, I suspect that I have something wrong with my ears, and I will get 90 points in Chinese? Impossible, absolutely impossible! But when I got the test paper, bright red figures and typos clearly confirmed my score. I suddenly feel very dizzy, I don't believe I will have such a result! Because I am not lazy at all, I also want to get high marks, but I, how can I just ...
I can't listen to what the teacher says. I went home with my report card, waiting to go home and accept a "storm" or even a "rain in the forest".
It's quiet at home, my mother has gone to work, and only my father is at home. My father saw me unhappy and asked me what was wrong, so I had to show my report card to my father. I hung my head and waited for my father's reprimand. After a long time, I looked up and saw my father looking at me and said to me, "It doesn't matter if I didn't do well this time, just do well next time." As the saying goes,' failure is the mother of success' ". Hearing this, my nose was sour and I cried on my father. I am moved by my father's understanding of me and happy that I have a tolerant father. I said to myself in my heart, "remember today's tears and let progress wash away this shame!" " "
Later, with the help of my teachers and classmates, I made great progress, but what impressed me the most was the tears that helped me.
I'm Xiaoji, from the c 12 nebula, and I've been traveling in the universe. When I was driving a spaceship across the earth, I accidentally heard bursts of crying. I frowned and turned the bow to see what had happened.
I landed in a desert, surrounded by overwhelming sand. A bird stood on the dead wood, burying its face in tears. I quickly took out some Ping Jin (a unique crop of Qiongxing) and threw it in the past. When the bird saw the food, it swallowed it at once. It seems that I haven't eaten for a long time. When the bird was in a stable mood, I carefully asked, "Why are you crying, bird?" The bird wiped her tears and choked: "This used to be my home, a dense forest, where my family and I have been living happily. But a few years ago, a group of humans broke into the forest. They kept chopping down trees with axes and chain saws. Trees fell down one by one, and soon the forest became a desert. Not only that, they also killed us in large numbers. My family and friends fell into the clutches, and only I escaped under the desperate protection of my parents. But I dare not leave here, for fear of being discovered and killed by humans as soon as I go out, I can only look around for the stone life left over from the past. How can I not cry when I think of my lonely and fearful days? "
I shook my head helplessly, left the crying bird and walked east. Suddenly a foul smell came to my face, and I came to a stinking ditch, which was full of all kinds of garbage and piled up into a garbage mountain. The water in the ditch is black and smelly, covered with green foam, which makes people smell it. Several small fish are lying on the beach, struggling to survive in the garbage dump, surrounded by dead fish. I quickly poured some clean water to keep the fish alive for a while. At this time, I found that the fish had been wailing, but could not keep tears because of lack of water. I squatted in front of the fish and asked, "Fish, why are you crying?" The little fish vomited a few bubbles sadly and said weakly, "I used to live in this river, but human beings never cherished it." They waste water at will, discharge sewage and throw rubbish into the river, turning the original clear and beautiful river into a stinking ditch. We watched our beautiful home disappear little by little, but there was nothing we could do. We can only struggle on the beach, hoping for a miracle, otherwise we have to wait for death. "
I sighed, left the whining little fish and headed south. The farther you go, the more poisonous and hotter the sun is. On a boulder, I found a deer covered in black, lying there dying. As soon as the tears rolled down, they were evaporated by the strong sunlight. I asked curiously, "Deer, why are you crying?" The deer replied weakly, "Human beings didn't pay attention to protecting the environment and poked a big hole in the ozone layer, the earth's umbrella." . Strong ultraviolet rays shone on me through the big hole, which made me suffer from skin cancer. I have been in unbearable pain all day and dare not move. That's really worse than death! "
I was very angry and asked the earth angrily, "Earth, why did you create human beings and let them destroy the whole world?" The earth sighed, "Man is the spirit of all things. I thought that man could protect me, so I created them. Who knows, they polluted my blood-the ocean, destroyed my muscles-the forest, pierced my armor-the ozone layer, and made me sick. But I can't stop them. However, if this continues, mankind will be punished. One day, they will disappear from the earth because of their own mistakes! "
Afraid of hearing more crying, I dare not stay on the earth, so I left the earth in a light spaceship. When I left, I gave the last advice to mankind: human beings, please protect the environment and stop hurting the earth, or you will suffer!
I know who the teacher is in front of me and what she looks like, but I can't see her broken heart. And she, however, has been touching the wound of my heart. She was the only one who said to me, "Don't be afraid, you can do it. I'll take you with me." . At that moment, I knew that I loved this teacher deeply and would never forget her all my life. But at this moment, I hope she won't let go of our hand and hold it tightly all the time ... teacher, don't cry, we love you, we need you, and we will be fine and stay. -inscription
"I have been patiently and painfully teaching your class. Do you know how much I hate this quality class? The head teacher of a quality class never takes Chinese seriously. Always changing my class. What do you take me for? At that time, I didn't do well in math and Chinese, and I was going to be scolded again! You don't know the consequences of attaching importance to reason over literature. My daughter suffered greatly from it. When I was young, the principal recommended me to be a graduate student, but I had to pay 8400 yuan. How can I get so much money? I can only pin my hopes on my daughter, whose father died not long after she was born. You have no idea how I raised my daughter by myself. For my daughter, I ... "
For the first time, the strong teacher Ye cried in front of us. She took off her glasses and wiped her eyes with her sleeves. Teacher, don't cry. I want to comfort her, just as he used to comfort me. The teacher still cried and said, "But ... but ... my daughter did not pass the college entrance examination. How sad she will be in the future ... She failed to live up to my expectations of him."
teacher ...
I don't know what to say, but tears have crossed my face. In the past, the teacher always comforted me when I was sad. I can't help her. Teacher, I'm sorry. I want to say sorry on behalf of all the people who hurt you.
"Classmates, today is the last time I will give you a lesson. Let's finish this lesson, "sobbed the teacher. "Lesson 24 is an example. Get ready. "
I opened the book and stood up. Word for word: "Before the first emperor started his business, the Middle Road collapsed. Today, he got three points ... "The people who got it were all over their faces. The last class, every class has passed. Watching, I began to sob. The student in the front seat handed me a piece of paper. I used a whole bag of paper in that class, and I didn't hear a word the teacher said. I looked at my teacher, and I wanted to impress her in my mind and never forget her.
When the bell rang, there was silence in the classroom. The teacher said, "Goodbye, children, you must listen to Mr. Wang (the head teacher). He is a good teacher. You are very happy with him. " Also, don't pay attention to literature! Good luck in the senior high school entrance examination and college entrance examination. Goodbye, children! "
Teacher, don't go, we love you. ...
Teacher, we will be obedient and will not pay attention to literature. ...
Teacher, don't cry, we all love you. ...
Outside grandma's village, there is a small river flowing from west to east. Every time my mother and I go to grandma's house, we have to cross this river. It is really painful for ......................................................................................................................................................................... to pass through the smelly river and messy garbage.
My mother told me that this river was not beautiful when my mother was young. At that time, the river was crystal clear all year round, the fish and shrimp in the river swam freely in the transparent water, and the wild flowers and weeds on the shore exuded charming fragrance. There is no running water in the village, and people in the village rely on the water in the river to wash their clothes and bathe. Every summer, children like to play in the river, and their laughter often ripples on the river. Mom said that at that time, the river in summer was their childhood paradise!
Look at the present: the sewage from the factory, the white garbage and the excrement of livestock raised by the villagers all flow into the river, not to mention washing and bathing, and people have to cover their noses when passing by. Especially in summer, mosquitoes and flies fly around, and a string of bubbles pop up from time to time on the dirty water-isn't this the river crying? Where did mother's childhood paradise go?
I really don't understand that people's living standards are improving, but why is the spirit no longer civilized? I want to sincerely appeal to people on the earth: please take care of our surrounding environment, please take care of the earth where we live!
Maybe she should have been born in this world, maybe she shouldn't have been born in this world. -inscription
It was dark outside the window, and it was rainy and light, but it was not big, but it made people feel a little cold. In the hospital, a woman who is close to giving birth is sitting in a hospital bed, pale and full of thoughts, and she will see a chaotic rain curtain composed of ticking notes. "I will give you the life you want and never abandon you ..."
Hehe, any promise is bullshit. The original beauty is a fairy tale you made up with lies. Silly, naive to think that only you are good to me in the world ... hehe.
A convulsion, a scream, a panic, a cry, the rest is only a spacious ward. The child is very beautiful. It's a woman. Just call her a star.
A few years later, she met the hospital again and said goodbye to the world. The stars watch, don't cry or make trouble. Without her father, she doesn't know how to cry, only how to be strong. At the funeral, his so-called father came to attend, pretending to say to the star, come home with me. The stars looked at him, said nothing, and turned away.