I don't believe in tears composition.

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I don't believe in tears 1 In retrospect, that summer, we sat in the classroom giggling, but our faces were full of unspeakable sadness. We will soon be separated from our sixth-year teachers and classmates; We are about to leave the classroom, and the desks and blackboards are full of our breath.

When we sat in the classroom for the last time, the headmaster said on the radio: "XX primary school graduate, you officially graduated!" " Endless sadness and endless nostalgia, unconsciously oozing out at the moment of parting, slowly turned into cold tears to express. Blue sky and white clouds are inversely proportional to our gray-black mood.

On the way home again, my heart is like a stone, let alone heavy footsteps. How strange! The journey is short, but today I feel that I can't reach the end; Even the sun has become strange and dazzling, but I can't feel its warmth at all.

My tears still don't stop flowing, just like a fountain that can't stop, and my eyes are as red as cherries. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: What's the use of tears? Just to vent our inner feelings. Can crying turn back the clock and let us sit in the classroom again and listen to the teacher's inculcation? What's the use of crying since it can't be changed? Turning the tears of memories into the driving force for progress, I dried my tears and moved on.

Now, I'm in grade one. Every time I want to cry, I always look up at the blue sky and white clouds, let the tears flow back to my eyes, and then continue my pace.

I don't believe in tears The phone rang slightly, and it was a message from my mother:

"Remember the Lantern Festival." At first, I was a little confused. I open the calendar in my mobile phone-Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month. There were some mixed feelings at that time. How time flies! It's past 15 o'clock to get up, get dressed, rinse your mouth and wash your face. I can't help laughing at myself when I look at myself dressed up in the mirror for a long time, just like human beings. Half a year ago, with full hope, I went to the sacred examination room, thinking that Lang Lang Gan Kun was in my hands, but unfortunately I became a weak fluorescence. I failed. Although I don't believe in tears, the reality is too skinny.

In the evening, some fireworks gradually lit up at the Lantern Festival venue. I bid farewell to my parents and sat alone on the bench next to the venue, watching firecrackers splash and fireworks rise, but I didn't feel anything. The sun sets and the night is thick. Lantern Festival will be a lively scene. At this moment, a little hand pulled my sleeve. Looking down my sleeve, I saw a little girl of seven or eight years old with big eyes staring at me. He seemed a little timid and asked weakly, "Uncle, can you lend me a dollar?" I was immediately amused by this "uncle" and became interested. I replied quickly, "OK, but what do you want to borrow money for?" . The little girl seemed a little smug and said excitedly, "I need one yuan to buy a lighter for my dream." ... "dream", a weak word. But I gave her a dollar anyway. Soon I saw the little girl running back, her two braids swinging from side to side, tugging at my clothes with pink hands: "Uncle, I want to show you the most beautiful scenery in the world." I smiled slightly, and the wind was blowing from the inside, which smelled of fireworks.

In the first second, the sky is like ink, like some blue, and the clouds are vast, covering all the stars; The next second, the slight wind raised the dust falling in the dust, like the dance of the dream catcher; In the third second, Kongming lanterns rose in the night sky, light and free ... The air was fragrant, and the fettered thinking was slightly relaxed. After that, it was like a dragon breaking through the ground and dancing in the infinite night sky. It blooms in the deepest part of the night and takes away all the brilliance. In the seventh second, the bright fireworks stood out and danced four times in the dead of night.

It turns out that my dream has always been in my heart and I have never left. Prosperity is gone, and the horizon is dawning. At that moment, I suddenly understood that a faint fluorescence rose in my heart.

I don't believe yesterday is a thing of the past. When I wake up tomorrow, the world is still busy. I don't believe in tears, as the Indian poet Tagore said, "If you break a string in time, you still have to play. This is life. "

Tears are just transparent water drops, which will not become a pearl shining in the clear sky even after millions of years of carving.

I don't believe in tears since I was a child. In the face of difficulties and setbacks, I always smile. I knew at that time that tears were like rain in June. The rain fell, the wind blew, and then the clouds took the rain away, leaving no trace of it.

Over the years, I have enjoyed the sunrise, met the sunset, recalled the beauty and regretted the failure. Once, I dreamed of the snow on the roof of my hometown and the flowing water of a small bridge, and my thoughts fell into the spring and turned into tears; Once, I walked alone in the light of thought, strolling from the depths of my soul to my fingertips until I stepped over all the words with tears; Once upon a time, many failures and disappointments made us tired and shed tears, resulting in strong emotions that could not be ruled out. We are eager to talk, but we can't find the right person. We are looking forward to tomorrow, but we are trapped in yesterday ... but what about these tears? That's just useless venting, just a sign of weakness; Just a blooming flower without temperature, which can only touch the pupil, but can't touch the heart.

The sea level will not rise because of whose tears, and the earth will not forget to turn because of whose sadness.

There is only one way to refuse, that is, to degenerate; There is only one road you can't choose, and that is the road of tears. If God abandons you, don't believe in tears.

I still don't believe in tears, I can smile quietly at the sky!

I don't believe in tears Tears are often synonymous with weakness and the best carrier to vent pain and frustration. However, people who shed tears will never be accepted by the world, because weakness is the easiest weapon to frustrate a person's pursuit of hope.

When I was in primary school, I always fantasized in my mind why I was not a girl, because only girls could cry to vent their troubles. It seems that crying is just a girl's privilege.

When boys were young, they heard such a saying: "Men don't flick when they have tears. It seems that it is illegal for boys to cry. Therefore, whenever I cry in front of adults, I often get the most severe punishment.

But by junior high school, my thoughts began to become more mature and stable. The number of tears is almost zero, and my thinking about tears begins with "Why boys can't cry". It became "What can tears solve?"

I once thought about this problem, but I couldn't find a breakthrough until I read a sentence in a book: "Tears can't solve the problem for you, only let you relieve stress in this way. If you can't grasp this power, then tears will anesthetize your mind more easily than alcohol. "

Although many medical discussions have mentioned the benefits of tears, why don't we cry easily?

Perhaps, I can't answer this question because I haven't figured it out yet. But thinking from another angle may explain it.

Men are the most important pillar of a family. It is the biggest carrier to bear the hope of family rejuvenation, if this pillar is weak and pessimistic. Then it will affect the panic of the whole family. Therefore, a man can never expose his weakness and helplessness in front of his family. Even if there is unbearable pressure, men will silently bear it. Even if I want to cry, I will only hide in the darkest corner, let the tears gently cross my face, cry, dry my tears and continue to bear it. That's a man.

I don't believe in tears, but it doesn't mean I won't cry; I don't believe in tears, because, I understand, I am a man.

I don't believe in tears When I was a child, I loved to cry. Everything made me cry.

I remember that time, my sister and I went climbing the mountain and our hands were bitten by a big bug. I burst into tears and pulled everyone out of the restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

But now, let alone being bitten by a bug, I won't cry even if there is an accident. The weather is fine. I went shopping with my mother. When I got home, I was hit without seeing the car. At that time, I only felt that someone helped me up, and that sense of loss made me hold back my tears. I woke up soon after I got to the hospital. The doctor wiped the wound on my arm with alcohol. The terrible pain didn't make me shed a tear. The doctor asked me why I didn't cry, and said I would just cry. I said, "Just cry?" "Crying at least doesn't hurt so much." The doctor replied awkwardly. "Ha ha, I don't believe in tears." I saw that he didn't talk, so I added.

If tears can settle everything, then my parents will not divorce; If tears can be deposited together, then my brother will not be born; If tears can solve everything, then my own grandmother can not die; I hope tears can solve everything. But tears can't solve anything. Why should I believe it? It's not that I don't want to cry I just think that even if I cry my tears dry, it can't stop my fate, can it? Then why should I cry for nothing? So, I don't believe in tears.

I don't believe in tears In those long years, I once believed in tears. I always thought that tears were a necessity in my life. Without tears, everything around me would be empty. It was not until later that I realized that I was wrong, really wrong.

Looking back on that summer, we sat in the classroom smirking, but our faces were full of unspeakable sadness. We are going to be separated from our teachers and classmates who have studied for six years. We are about to leave the classroom, the desks, the blackboard and everything that smells like us.

At the end of our last Children's Day, the headmaster's voice came from the radio, "Students of Class 20 19 in Binhe Primary School, you graduated!" Endless sadness and nostalgia were shed by tears at the moment of parting. Once upon a time, we wanted to leave school every day and graduate as soon as possible, but when we really graduated, we couldn't bear it. We would rather do it again and stay in primary school forever.

On the way home, my heart was blocked by a stone, and my steps were indescribably heavy and short, but today I don't think I can go home. Maybe I graduated, maybe I think I have grown up.

A year has passed. Once, the students of Class Four by the river got together again. We had a good time and put cream on other people's faces. Even if we turn it into a big cat, we won't blame others, but cherish this moment. I really hope this moment can stop. Later, we went to the karaoke bar, and we sat around happily and looked at the classmate who sang seriously. Even if she breaks her voice, she won't blame her, but she thinks it sounds good.

When we left, we looked at each other reluctantly, because we felt that time passed too fast. We are smiling, but our tears are already spinning in our eyes. As soon as we turned around, tears flowed out inexplicably and ran away quickly.

Now, I'm in Grade Two. Every time I want to cry, I always look up at the blue sky and white clouds, let the tears flow back to my eyes, and then continue my pace and move on!

I don't believe that everyone's life can't be smooth sailing. Busy life is always full of bumps and difficulties. Countless facts also show that those who face setbacks but smile can succeed in their careers.

Laugh at life and persevere. Helen Keller, a famous American writer and educator, lost her sight and hearing due to scarlet fever in1September. Soon, she lost the ability to express herself in words. However, in this dark and lonely world, she didn't give up, and she didn't cry because of it. But make unremitting efforts and face life with a smile. Later, with the efforts of her tutor Anne Sullivan, Helen overcame the mental pain caused by physical defects with tenacious perseverance, and finally graduated with excellent results and became a knowledgeable person. Helen's story seems to tell people that no matter what you become, as long as you smile at everything in front of you and stick to it, the ultimate success will definitely belong to you.

Laugh at life and work hard. Ma Yun, a famous entrepreneur, is ugly, and now anyone, including Ma Yun, can take pleasure in teasing his appearance. But he never shed tears, and he will not feel inferior because of it. After failing the college entrance examination for the first time, Ma Yun's dream is to be a hotel waiter and a policeman. It's all because of the rejection of looks, which is ugly to put it bluntly! The question is, what will it look like? Ma Yun can't decide! After repeated rejection, he decided to start his own business. In this process, Ma Yun encountered unimaginable difficulties, but he was still full of energy and worked hard for his dream every day. Finally, Ma Yun not only founded Alibaba and Taobao, but also devoted himself to public welfare undertakings and achieved success. From this, we can also know that a person's success does not depend on his appearance, so don't cry. As long as we work hard, we will finally realize our dream.

Hugo said: "Life is to face the reality with a smile and look forward to the future over obstacles." In today's society, it is useless to cry blindly when encountering difficulties. With a smile, self-confidence and hard work, you will still face failure even on the road of life and career. As long as you are strong enough to overcome it, you can enjoy the happiness of realizing the value of life.

I don't believe that my three-year vocational high school life is coming to an end. Looking at those classmates and friends who gave up their dream of going to college for various reasons and embarked on the road of employment and vacation, I didn't shed a tear, because I deeply understood. ...

Looking at the exquisite classmate records, almost every page reads childish blessings such as "friendship lasts forever", which will turn into beautiful lies if you read too much. Meeting again is just a simple greeting, nothing else. In retrospect, I don't know whether the green leaves set off the safflower or the safflower embellished the green leaves; Is the starlight setting off the starry sky or the starlight setting off the moonlit night? Do you support me or do I support you?

Looking at the back of my classmates and friends leaving, I don't want to cry and I shouldn't cry. Because I firmly believe that "I don't believe there are tears when I leave." Because I deeply understand that when they are about to leave, they are braver than us, and hundreds of millions of people have stood at the "crossroads" of life without hesitation. They flew out of the constraints of the greenhouse, no longer asking for the warmth and love, and flew into the vast, empty and ethereal air, like a flying kite, looking for their own goals in the wind and creating another way of life. I applaud them, I pray for them, I hope they all have a good life, I believe this is the most common, sincere and warmest blessing in friendship; At the terminal of parting, hold each other's hands and warn them: As long as you have confidence, believe in yourself and grasp what you can do, you must try to knock on the door of opportunity, believing that there will be unexpected gains in that door. I believe this is the warmest wish in a simple and clear farewell in friendship.

Is parting always so painful? Why are there always so many poems that are so sad and always give Changting so much sadness? For example, "Looking at the journey on the river bridge, the pavilion will send the old friend away", "Chutian Changting is in a twilight rain, and Song Yu has no attachments to himself". How many tears brushed the cold floor of the pavilion, how many helpless figures leaned on the cool pillars of the pavilion, and how many sad cries were recorded in the rustling wind of the pavilion. Changting's piano-like tiles are also silently playing the saddest music in the world, because Changting understands that parting in the world is so common. Without parting, there is no "gathering and parting" in people's hearts. Without sadness, there can be no happiness, just as there is no wind and rain in front of nature, how can there be a gorgeous rainbow? But there are so many beautiful languages that make friendship so vivid and perfect that people are constantly looking for that beautiful paradise. Why explain all this? Everything is said by people. No matter what kind of flame, it can't change the true color of gold. It is better to let yourself travel easily in the world, leave all the past to memories and give yourself a heavy lock.

Even if everyone around us will leave us, we can deceive ourselves and say: this is just the end of the song. But in fact it's just some high-sounding lies. Can this flawless deception fool people all over the world? In fact, we all know in our hearts that we don't believe in tears in all this parting.

I don't believe in tears Tears may be touching and may win short-term sympathy instead of equal respect. I don't believe in tears, just like people who succumb to different destinies.

Sima Qian said, "I don't believe in tears."

Before sunrise, he must make a choice. Accuse the bad king of ruthlessness with a cavity of blood, and prove his innocence with a noble head. Is this death? Still alive-conditionally, of course, and he will be an incomplete person from now on. He suddenly thought of death and Quyuan's throwing himself into the river. I thought of the remains of Gu's sons in shouyangshan: he wanted to abandon this world, this dark and dirty world. But my father's long-cherished wish is still in my ears. Those melancholy eyes, pointing to the book on the case, choked, "I think it over, I choose corruption." Two drops of clear tears rolled down his cheeks, and Sima Qian cried silently. Many years later, he ran away silently. Behind me, an autumn wind whimpered and blew up the yellow pages of historical records.

Ostrovsky said, "I don't believe in tears."

In his early years, he joined the revolution, grew from a warm-blooded youth to a Communist Youth League member, and took part in railway emergency repair despite illness. In the torment of illness, he was not decadent. With his perseverance, he broke away from the embrace of death again and again. After suffering from a serious illness unimaginable to ordinary people, he was blind and his legs were paralyzed, and he still insisted on writing on his sickbed. "When recalling the past, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre." Not tears, but also touching.

I said, "I don't believe in tears."

Cry if you can't walk; Cry if you can't learn chopsticks; I still cry when I can't write it. But after that, I will always cheer up, dry my tears and continue to work hard.

Winners find ways, losers find reasons. I don't believe in tears. I only believe in efforts and struggles after failure. I believe that unremitting efforts are more authentic than useless tears!

I don't believe in tears 10 Look, crystal tears, slightly salty, gushed out of your eyes and hit the table, leaving tears. Eyes, nose and face are red with tears. Crying out of breath makes people feel distressed. But tears will only bring us fleeting sympathy, but can't win respect.

I have believed in tears since I was a child-crying when I was a child will get the tension and attention of the whole family; Crying when making mistakes may reduce punishment; Occasionally, tears will appear delicate and make people feel pity. Therefore, tears are like a trump card, a trump card that makes mistakes and misunderstandings mitigate punishment, get attention, and make people feel unbearable.

Until one time, I stopped believing in tears. I have forgotten who arranged it, but let's do a little thing, but I always can't succeed. At first, my mother encouraged me to try again, so I tried again, twice, three times … but I still couldn't! I'm a little anxious. Somehow, tears came and fell on my hand. Mom saw it, and there was an inexplicable fire: "Why are you crying? Crying on such a trivial matter can solve things? " I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, and my nose sucked and sucked, and I continued to do it. I may be afraid of being scolded again, and I will never let my tears stay. Time is ticking by. Finally, I finally succeeded. The pink face is permeated with a happy smile.

Later, I also encountered many difficulties, but every time, I no longer shed tears easily, but walked over on my own and solved the difficulties!

That time made me understand that tears are useless. Tears won't win me anything, but will bring me scolding. After crying, things are still here for you to solve, the earth is still turning, and it is still so beautiful outside. Successful people in the world don't cry by tears, but by their own efforts and study.

I no longer believe in tears, but I believe in my own hands.

I don't believe in tears +0 1. Tears have been the label of weak and incompetent people since ancient times. Those tears will only flow on the faces of people who can't control their own destiny. It can't take away a lot of negative emotions, but it will only make you deeper and deeper and more incompetent. A strong person who can control his own destiny will never cry. He will only swallow them silently and move forward firmly.

I don't believe in tears

The strong Beethoven had a miserable childhood. His father is a mediocre tenor, and his mother is the daughter of a tortured court chef. Beethoven's alcoholic father ruined his family business. He also tried to turn four-year-old Beethoven into a cash cow, often forcing Beethoven to get up in the middle of the night to practice the piano. This harsh life has created his strong personality and exquisite musical skills.

Since 1796, Beethoven's hearing has been declining, but his love for life and persistent pursuit of art have overcome his personal pain and despair. He didn't shed tears, he took pain as the source of creative motivation, and he firmly grasped the throat of fate! He is a real strong man.

Stephen Hawking, he is also a real strong man. He has been interested in natural science since he was a child.

2 1 year-old, he learned that he had an incurable disease and was depressed for a while, but for the sake of his family and his own ideal, he continued his research and reveled in his own world every day. At the same time, he tried to prove that he could live like a normal person. During his illness, he struggled with death six times and survived tenaciously.

Suffering from illness, he has made great contributions to the study of black holes through tireless research, and is a real strong man.

Tears are just cowardice I don't believe in tears