Colorful life, birds sing and fly happily. They can be seen everywhere in the trees. Crickets are singing, singing happily, and students are playing happy games.
But one day, the bird was lonely; Crickets are quiet; The grass withered and the flowers withered. The students danced happily, but I was not happy. Maybe there is too much homework and my heart is empty.
I had a bad fall on my way home from school. When I got home, I saw my aunt and my aunts.
I see my aunt's eyes are red. I asked her how to pull it. My aunt hugged me tightly and whispered to me, "Son, be strong and don't cry. Your grandmother fell asleep and never woke up. He will never see your happy smile and your grievances. " My aunt can't control herself any more. She cried her heart out. My grandmother has always loved me, and I have deep feelings for her. Suddenly heard the bad news. I walked slowly to grandma, took her hand and wiped her face with a towel, shouting, grandma, wake up.
Your granddaughter wants to see you smile. "I was seven years old that year.
I can't believe it's true. Looking at grandma, there are no tears in my eyes, and my mind is full of photos of me and grandma together. "Dinner is ready, daughter. Hurry up and get something to eat. " My aunt told me softly.
"I don't eat, not to eat. I want to be with my grandmother. "
I can't help myself. I squatted in my aunt's arms and said sadly, "mom, I don't want grandma to leave." I want to spend more time with her. I know grandma has left me forever and he won't come. " My aunt can't control herself any more.
She cried again. I went to school. When I get to school, I can't control it anymore. I ran wildly on the playground, and my heart was very uncomfortable.
I haven't cried since grandma left, because my feelings with grandma are deep. After she left, I was completely emotional and wanted to cry. I know grandma wants me to be a strong person. I didn't cry. She understands me. I want to cry too. I want to cry loudly. I know grandma doesn't want to make me sad. She wants me to be strong.
Sometimes I want to cry, because I am a strong person, and I know that crying can't solve any problems, and crying can't save grandma. Sometimes, I also want to cry.
Sometimes I feel like crying. Sometimes, I also want to cry. I have never cried for a sad poem or a continuous rain, but sometimes I want to cry.
-inscription rainy forest path, wet, is the cry of the sky. I don't cry often, but sometimes I do.
Sometimes, I also want to cry. What I cried was the red mark and the contemptuous eyes of people around me. I told myself to try not to let the tears fall. I kept comforting myself secretly, but I did badly in the exam once. However, the more comforting, the more sour my heart is. A crystal drop of water flowed down. Those are tears. Did I cry? Sometimes, I also want to cry.
That's when relatives died. The year before last, my kind grandfather died. I remember that my parents were so busy at that time that they pulled me out of bed, helped me get dressed and told me the bad news in a heavy and trembling voice. My mind is blank, as if I have lost all my memories. I stood in the autumn wind and let the cold wind blow by me. The world suddenly became black and white, and tears welled up. Yes
Sometimes, I also want to cry. The May.12 earthquake in 2008 brought countless lives. The lovely smiling face disappeared in Wenchuan earthquake, but it was a dead ruin and the lovely and cheerful figure of children in our memory. The Sichuan earthquake came so suddenly that the vast number of Sichuan residents were unprepared, and the innocent people left before they could panic.
My brain is like a movie, searching my memory there, and those children who have lost their loved ones make me cry. Sometimes, I also want to cry, crying out the truest and most beautiful truth in the world; Crying butterfly of butterfly lovers; 5. The distress and disaster in12.
The same forest path, the sky is still crying, which makes me have countless reverie. It turns out that sometimes, I want to cry ... sometimes, I want to cry, too. This happens in the summer vacation. A trip to Yunnan-Lijiang, Dali Classification: My composition label: There are many disappointments in the composition life of senior two, so I have to adapt myself and change. -Inscription A person's life is full of thorns, and his steps are difficult and full of thorns.
If you like difficulties, you can face them happily, either from your heart or you can get through them at a high level. I'm just an ordinary student, and I will naturally encounter disappointments in my life. Although I am strong in school, there is still a weak part in my heart.
Mom, do you remember? When I was a child, you forced me to learn the piano. Once, I sneaked into my little room. I really wanted to jump on the bed and cry. Yes, I only studied for three years then. In three years, I had to take more time to practice the piano than others. I gave a lot, so I was tired, but I didn't cry. I know that if I don't learn the piano, the first three years will be useless. I have to grit my teeth and insist. Childhood "I don't cry" is my motto.
Quiet, do you remember? When I graduated from primary school, I made an agreement with you ... It was raining like smoke that day, and I came to the Woods with two small umbrellas. Sad, but can't cry.
What's the use of crying? It can't solve the problem. Looking at a rose, the only rose, I made a promise for three years.
If you want to cry, raise your head. Look at each other and keep the agreement.
This is the second year, soon, soon. Sometimes I want to cry, but I can't.
Teacher, do you remember? In the first grade, you wronged me and I wanted to explain, but you only listened to her and believed her. Why? I'm afraid people will wronged me, and I'm afraid people won't listen to my explanation. At that moment, I really wanted to cry and cry heartily, but I couldn't, because I was at school, I wanted to be strong, and life wouldn't be smooth sailing. Only let us adapt and change, I won't cry and I won't be jealous. I just want to be myself, the real me. I knew then that I would rely on it.
2. composition about I want to cry. I really want to cry. My last puppy was the most pitiful one. I gave it away, and I really wanted to cry.
That little dog Feifei is my unique pet and plays with me every day. At noon/0/2 o'clock on Friday, my father's manager called: "Comrade Yao Youdu, the factory is going to tear down this place and no one will live in it. So the factory was divided into two rooms and pressed an iron gate for free.
The cost of moving furniture is borne by the company. "Dad said," but it is not convenient for my daughter to go to school. "
"The company doesn't care!" The manager said. Dad listened and reluctantly agreed.
"Move on Saturday." The manager said again.
"All right!" Dad said sadly. Then dad hung up.
At five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, a moving company car came. The staff moved the furniture to the car within 25 minutes, and we barely got on the car. When I called Feifei to get on the bus, Feifei didn't move at all. I saw it, jumped out of the car and hugged Feifei to get on the bus, but Feifei struggled on me. I had no choice but to put Feifei down and get on the bus.
The bus started, followed by Feifei. Finally, Feifei lay on the ground. I watched in the car and really wanted to cry with my mouth open. On Sunday, my father and I went back to our original home, and I was very relieved and happy to see Feifei still alive and lovely here.
Suddenly, my father said in my ear, "Feifei feels at home here. Anyway, you can't let it live here forever! " Besides, nobody cares. Give it to your friends! "Hearing this, I couldn't say anything, so I agreed. Later, I gave it to a good friend who lives in Heyuan Community. At that time, I wanted to cry.
I really want to cry. Wang Ting is helpless and wronged. Loneliness always affects my mood. It's hard to hold back. I 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 alone with her head down, chewing eggs 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.
I really want to cry ... I really want to cry "Ah, wow ...". I really want to have a good cry
Why? This reason has to start from the beginning! I have been an innocent and lively child since I was a child. The head melon seeds are not very bright.
Last year, there were only a few simple textbooks in the schoolbag, but with the rise of grade, the schoolbag became a big fat man like eating growth pills. I trudged forward step by step with a heavy schoolbag on my back.
Year after year passed, and in a blink of an eye, I became a student facing primary school graduation. My family's burden is heavier than a thousand pounds of stone. I was climbing the mountain just now, and it was very hard. The final exam is coming. Every day, in addition to finishing the homework assigned by the teacher, I have to do the papers left by my mother.
I can't sleep at eleven or twelve every night. Get up at five o'clock in the morning to recite those annoying texts and make up your mind.
My head is about to explode. Think about it. How big is my head? Children sleep nine to ten hours every day. Am I late? Teachers and parents, I know that your kindness to me is to lay a good foundation for me to go to society, but can we bear it? Did you give your life for us? We have our own ideas. We are not three-year-olds anymore. We know and understand.
Teachers and parents, please give us some time to play! Lighten the burden on our family! Can you do it? I shouted here: "Give us freedom! Let's go to nature to appreciate the gift of God and visit the beautiful scenery. " I know you are eager to have a successful child, but you know what? We are like birds in a cage all day, without freedom.
How eager we are to fly to the blue sky and fly freely in the sky, we are eager, we are eager ... I really want to cry, how much I want to burst into tears and express all the pain in my heart by crying, I think, I think ... Let us be free! Give us a world of our own! Who can know my inner pain? Who can forgive/only myself! "Wow ..." I really want to cry! I wanted to cry in the dead of night and fell asleep very early ... I came to a prairie in my dream, surrounded by endless grassland, which made people feel particularly comfortable, and several white clouds floated leisurely in the sky. I was walking on the grassland, and from time to time I heard the cries of several deer.
I looked for the sound and approached the deer. I saw them drinking and playing by the stream in droves. I walked slowly forward. When they saw me, they were not afraid and seemed to welcome me.
I gently touched the soft hair on the deer, so happy! While playing with the deer, a deafening gunshot disturbed my good interest. The deer quickly lined up and disappeared in the same direction as Qi Xinran.
3. I want to write a composition "I want to cry" and ask for a model essay. Don't float too much in the song. I want to cry.
Outside the window, some naive hexagonal little things floated down against the light blue sky. In the classroom, we sang and danced heartily to celebrate the arrival of New Year's Day in 2005. The laughter of the students makes the cold winter full of warmth; The enthusiasm of the students makes winter full of vitality; The liveliness of my classmates ignited my heart.
For the last New Year's Day in the six-year primary school life, the students have prepared for a long time. Hard practice in my spare time has made me a dancing elf, a talented actor and a new generation of Jay Chou ... After the competition, the melody of "The Same Song" which everyone is very familiar with sounded in the classroom. Somehow, this song, which usually intoxicated me, is so sad now that it makes people cry. Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn
Who wouldn't miss the thought of saying goodbye to the campus where I have lived for six years and being separated from this partner who has long been close as sisters? The school has long been our home, classmates have long been brothers and sisters, and teachers and students have long been close friends!
Blink of an eye, six years later, it was my alma mater who trained me from an ignorant child to a healthy and lively teenager; It was my alma mater that taught me how to face life and problems. It is my alma mater, which makes me feel the joy of learning and gives me more opportunities to participate in competitions. It's my alma mater, so let me dance on the stage. Is my alma mater, let me know one lovely friend after another. This is my alma mater ... composition.
Six years, what a long way. In the past six years, we have won one award after another; Cheer again and again; I cried again and again because I didn't win the first prize. ...
The secret between friends makes our life full of interest; The passing of love again and again makes us feel the warmth of a big family; Smile every day, let us understand the value of friends ... two drops of dew roll on the lotus leaf and hug together. After six years, let me understand that it is friendship!
4. "Crying" is mentioned in the composition of primary school students, and people will naturally think of the word sadness. But think about it carefully, everyone's first reaction to the world is crying, so crying should be human nature and instinct, not the "patent" of sadness.
Cry when you are sad and express your sadness; Cry when you are depressed to release the depression in your heart; Crying when you are happy, the so-called tears of joy; Cry when you fail, and cry even harder when you succeed. That kind of effort equals the excitement after harvest. All crying is for a reason, not "out of thin air". Even mental patients may suddenly burst into tears because of a familiar and sad scene.
A child's crying may be simply crying because he can't get what he wants. Most of them cry with their mouths open and their feet jump wildly to enhance their sadness. Some will cry and look through their fingers from time to time to see if adults have a tendency to meet their own requirements. The crying of adults is a manifestation of the lowest mood when the gap between facts and ideals exceeds their own limits. Such people either cry loudly and mumble while crying, so there is a crying tone. Either silently crying, saying nothing from beginning to end, interspersed with the sound of nose recycling, this kind of crying is the most elegant and infectious. Old people have strong experience and won't cry easily, but if they do, it must be that their spirit is on the verge of collapse and they have to show it to the outside world. At most, I list my sorrows one by one in an orderly way. It's really a snot and a tear, which makes people feel pitiful and deeply grieved.
The crying of female friends is more direct. Tears streamed down the face outside the eye socket, long, narrow and short. Although sometimes you may want to suppress them, it seems more difficult to control them. Once they come, they can't go back one by one. The crying of male friends is basically "introverted". They will roll their eyes, sip their lips and simply swallow the tears that are about to flow back to their stomachs, so their crying is usually "inward rather than inward"
5. Composition: Want to cry (400 words). I really want to cry.
My last puppy was the most pitiful one. I gave it away. I really want to cry.
That little dog Feifei is my unique pet and plays with me every day. At noon/0/2 o'clock on Friday, my father's manager called: "Comrade Yao Youdu, the factory is going to tear down this place and no one will live in it. So the factory was divided into two rooms and pressed an iron gate for free. The handling cost of furniture is paid by the company. " Dad said, "But it is inconvenient for my daughter to go to school." "The company doesn't care!" The manager said. Dad listened and reluctantly agreed. "Move on Saturday." The manager said again. "All right!" Dad said sadly. Then dad hung up.
At five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, a moving company car came. The staff moved the furniture to the car within 25 minutes, and we barely got on the car. When I called Feifei to get on the bus, Feifei didn't move at all. I saw it, jumped out of the car and hugged Feifei to get on the bus, but Feifei struggled on me. I had no choice but to put Feifei down and get on the bus. The bus started, followed by Feifei. Finally, Feifei lay on the ground. I watched in the car and really wanted to cry with my mouth open.
On Sunday, my father and I went back to our original home, and I was very relieved and happy to see Feifei still alive and lovely here. Suddenly, my father said in my ear, "Feifei feels at home here. Anyway, you can't let it live here forever! " Besides, nobody cares. Give it to your friends! "Hearing this, I couldn't say anything, so I agreed. Later, I gave it to a good friend who lives in Heyuan Community. At that time, I wanted to cry.
I really want to cry.
Wang Ting is helpless and wronged. 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.
I really want to cry. ...
6. At that moment, I wanted to cry and write a composition in 600 words. At that time, I really wanted to cry for Chen Weiying's words, which could not express my gratitude to my mother. A thousand words can't express my love for my mother.
Motherly love is like a guzheng. When you are depressed, there is music floating in your ear, which makes you cadence. Motherly love is like a wisp of phoenix in spring, which blows away the clouds in your heart when you are confused and makes you feel anxious. Since childhood, my mother has been concerned about my life and study.
When I mentioned the word "mother", my heart was filled with gratitude. I remember a few weeks ago, at school, I caught a cold because I didn't wear enough clothes. Even hanging two needles in the school infirmary didn't work.
It happened to be Friday, and I was going home. Mom knew, and quickly asked for help to take me home.
When I got home, my mother cooked all the delicious food and put it on the table, burning my favorite small row of soup. As soon as my mother saw me, she asked eagerly, "What's the matter? Are you all right? " I coughed a few times, and my cough was mixed with phlegm.
"It's so serious, you have to hang a needle." Mom frowned and quickly said, "Forget it, eat later, and hang up the needle!" " "I was taken aback." Hang up at night? ""yes, it's very effective. Tonight, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will have three injections and take some medicine. It will be all right soon.
"Mom said, while putting food in my bowl." You're pregnant, aren't you? What's more, it's already past 8 o'clock. "
"It's okay, son. I'll go after eating. There is still time. Eat quickly. Eat quickly ... ""Ah, ah ... "I'm incoherent. "What are you still doing?" Mom said, "Eat and go."
I ate a bowl at once, and my mother said, let's go! So, my mother held a bag in one hand, filled with hot tea and bread, and held me in the other hand for fear that I would disappear. When I got to the hospital, my mother hung up the phone, took me to see it immediately, told me about the illness, and then took me to hang up the needle. I was lying in bed with my mother watching me.
I said, "mom, have a rest and lie down for a while!" " "I'm not tired!" Mother smiled and touched my hand. Mom, you are lying. You are a paunchy person. How can you not be tired? You are tired, have a rest! However, I kept my mouth shut about what I said.
At that moment, I really wanted to cry, mom. You did everything for me! I will study hard and be filial to you.
7. How to write the composition "I really want to cry" These days, I am so helpless.
In the face of her illness, there is nothing I can do. She is old this year. She is 98 years old.
She lay in bed all day, unable to make a sound or move. Everyone says she doesn't have much time left, but I think she is just weak recently. She will be fine again in a few days, and she will walk around as before.
I went to see her again today. She lay in bed, inhaling and exhaling constantly.
She is all skin and bones and sleeps in the bed. I looked at her, and she was not as good as before.
She is so weak that she can't even open her eyelids. She only responded to me with half an eye. Her throat twitched as if to say something, and it got stuck again.
Look at me with half an eye. When I visited her, I specially picked the most fragrant magnolia flower, which was her favorite.
Her nose is not what it used to be. It seems that she can't smell anything. She used to be healthy, bathing, washing clothes, washing her face, eating and drinking water every day ... but since she came here a year ago, her body has become this poor appearance ... I want to cry, but I still hold back.
She is my grandfather's mother, and I want to cry. I can't do anything to face her. I really want to cry.
I want to cry. I want to lean against the window and watch the endless flow of cars. I can cry if I want to, spinning around in my heart over and over again.
I don't have menstruation, never. She lay beside me, lying quietly. A sour heart can't help but take me back to the day before Geng Guangji scolded the official.
Don't step on my food, don't step on it! "My aunt hurried into her vegetable field. Shout heartbreakingly.
In the gentle embrace of the sunset, menstruation's messy hair drifted with the wind ... Nobody paid attention to her, and her family was too poor. This vegetable garden is her lifeblood, the only relic left by my aunt, and the passbook for my two uncles to go to school! She bent down, looked at the road for a while, looked at the babies for a while, and when she arrived breathlessly, the babies had already run over their faces.
My aunt squatted down in despair. Like a person crushed by the burden on her shoulders, she stretched out her hand in the dirt, which was closed and held. Dull, feebly open eyelids, waiting for food blankly.
Two muddy yellow drops of water slipped from her face. When she got home, she saw me and my two younger brothers looking at her in surprise. She raised her mouth forcefully, revealing a helpless smile.
Faint drooping head, lightly walked into the room. At that time, I was so scared that I felt that this life was getting farther and farther away from me ... She left, gently, like smoke, like fog, like clouds ...
9. Write a narrative with the topic "I really want to cry", no less than 500 words. I really want to cry.
Wang Ting is helpless and wronged. 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 for me 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.
I really want to cry. ...
Comment: I can't help crying after reading this article. A student who has some difficulties in learning is so strong and helpless. Facing the senior high school entrance examination, my mood is extremely complicated. Looking at my mother, I have placed infinite hopes on my daughter; Thinking that I might disappoint my mother makes me feel very sorry for my mother. This is really a sad story.
This article shows the pain and helplessness of students struggling under the examination-oriented education. The little author said what he wanted to say from the bottom of his heart and expressed his true feelings, so it was very touching.
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