Cry my composition

In study, work or life, many people have written compositions. With the help of prose, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings and transmit knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my crying composition for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

I remember crying when I was a child. Once I went to someone's house to play, suddenly, a big dog ran to me and scared me to cry. My mother heard me crying and ran to take me home.

Every time I go to school, my mother tells me to go to school, don't cry all the time, it's a bad habit, and be a strong girl! But I don't know why I always cry because of some small things.

I don't know when I started crying. But because I love crying, every time my mother wants to take me out to play, I hardly go out with her.

However, once my mother wanted to take me to the park to play. I said I didn't want to go, but my mother insisted that I go. So under the coaxing of my mother, I went to the park with my mother. When I arrived at the park, I asked my mother, "What shall we play in the park?" "Let's play a game! Let's see who runs from this tree to the fountain first, and who wins, shall we? " Mom said. "good! Good! " I quickly said. As a result, my mother ran much faster than me at first, and I couldn't help crying, but I suddenly remembered what my mother said to me, don't keep crying, it's a bad habit to keep crying, and be a strong girl! I tried to hold back my tears. I finally passed my mother. Finally, I won. I am very happy! Mom said to me, you are great! I told my mother that I couldn't help crying during running, but I remember what you told me. I finally overcame myself and ran past you without crying. Mother nodded happily.

After that, I stopped crying.

I have been a crying girl since I was a child. Whenever something goes wrong, I will cry and always use crying as a weapon to force others to satisfy their own desires or demands. Because I love to cry, there is a word "Lin" in my name, and everyone laughs at me as "Sister Lin" who loves to cry in a dream of red mansions.

My crying often turns once beautiful and happy things into bad things. Once, my mother took me to the park to play, and we had a good time talking and laughing all the way. Suddenly, my mother got a call from work saying that she had something urgent to work overtime. My mother asked me if I could come back tomorrow. When I heard this, I suddenly went on the rampage like a little lion, and tears came out like a flood that burst its banks. My mother was very angry. She hurried me home, turned around and left, and everyone broke up. The atmosphere was particularly bad that day, and my mother withdrew her promise to play with me the next day.

My crying sometimes affects my friendship with my classmates. One day, my good friend and deskmate Xiaoli accidentally spilled ink from her pen on my notebook. Although it is only a small ink mark, it does not affect the beauty of my exercise book. I still cry very grievance and criticize her shortcomings while crying. The unsuspecting teachers and classmates around me thought I was bullied by her. Although she finally figured out the reason, Xiaoli was still very sad. She stopped playing with me and gradually alienated me. We are no longer good friends who talk about everything.

At the end of the term, when I saw the teacher's comment on the report card: "Sister Lin, I hope you …", I felt very upset and decided not to be a crying "Sister Lin" in the future! When I am wronged, I learn to be strong; When I met with difficulties, I learned to be brave; I learned to smile when I was unhappy. I have changed and become a sunny, confident, cheerful and enterprising girl. I understand: crying can't solve the problem!

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.

I am also trying to correct this when I grow up, 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.

My sister loves to cry since she was a child, not only crying but also timid.

That's not all. My sister was scared to cry again. I hurried to find my sister: "What's the matter? Why are you crying again? Is it annoying to cry every day? " In the face of my sister's wailing, I began to feel at a loss: "You wait, I'll find my mother." Mother came back to stop her tearful sister from crying. Only after asking did she know that she was scared to cry by a bug, which turned out to be an ant. I said casually, "Isn't it just a little ant? What is terrible? " My sister scoffed and said, "No, that ant is scary." I was too lazy to pay attention to the "crying bag" and went to watch TV.

The next day, my mother and I went out to buy food, and my sister watched TV at home alone. My mother and I came home after shopping, but I didn't see my sister. We looked everywhere and finally found him in the corner of the room. I asked, "What are you doing here?" "I saw a thief on the balcony." Sister solemnly said, I went to the balcony to see, isn't that the shadow of clothes? I went to the room to find my sister: "That's just the shadow of the clothes." My sister didn't believe me, so she went to the balcony to have a look. "No, that's a thief." My sister began to cry again. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. "Knock, knock ..." I went to the cat's eye and looked: "Dad is back." "No, dad always comes back at 6 o'clock. It's only 5 o'clock. He must be a fake bad guy. " As she spoke, my sister began to cry in fear, and only when she opened the door did she know it was her father.

This is my sister, a timid "cry baby".

I've been crying since I was a child. I cried when I was moved, and I cried when I was sad. I cried for the tragic experience of the protagonist in the movie and for the cynicism of others. Every time I cry, my relatives always say, "Come on, don't cry. There is no light on your face, and others laugh at you. " I love crying just because I dare to show my feelings and release my emotions.

For example, once, my deskmate hit me somehow. I'll give it back to him right away. That classmate is here again. In order not to be surpassed, I tried my best-kicking. However, I still lost. Now, it seems that I can only use the ultimate weapon-burst into tears. After a while, my tears fell like broken beads. The deskmate couldn't stand the tears and had to surrender.

Another time I went back to my hometown to play, and I told my mother to go out to play as soon as I entered the door. I ran away without a trace before my mother promised me. First, I aimed at the big cat in my hometown. While it was sleeping, it came running and was about to catch it. Suddenly, it jumped into the grass. I ran after him and cut my hand on the grass. This is terrible. My hand hurts badly. I tried my best, but I still couldn't get the thorn out. I cried. Mother arrived at the news, pulled hard and finally pulled out the harmful thorn.

I remember when I was a child, I was a crying baby. The slightest thing will make me cry. If one day I stop crying, my parents will ask me strangely what's wrong. It seems that I have a crying "strange disease". I will cry when I lose the toy monkey, cry when I fail the exam, and even cry when I see the princess in the story being bullied.

Mom and Dad tried 1000 methods to cure my crying, but it didn't work. I began to hate my crying, but I couldn't change it. Maybe crying is my natural ability!

Until one day, when my father and I were catching a train at night and passed the railway square, a little girl curled up in the corner deeply attracted my attention. She is younger than me, her clothes are worn out, her shoes are obviously much bigger, and there are two bags full of sundries next to her. She leaned quietly against the corner and carefully transferred the plastic bottle from one small bag to another big bag. She is very happy and has a beautiful smile on her face from time to time.

This scene touched me deeply. Look at that girl and think about myself. There are really too many things I shouldn't do. I shouldn't think that the color of the bear my father bought is wrong, and the skirt my mother bought doesn't match. I shouldn't cry and clamor for my parents to buy things from east to west every day.

Unconsciously, I shed tears again, but this time I smiled. In fact, crying is the ugliest behavior, and girls who love to laugh are the best. Come on, girl who loves to laugh!

I like crying. My deskmate Xiaoyu's nickname is "Crying Baby". Whether she is happy or sad, she treats it with crying.

Once after class, I fiddled with a beautiful new pen. Xiaoyu saw it and said, "Why did you take my pen?" Give it to me! "I said confidently," this is obviously my pen! I won't give it. "Xiao Yu saw that I really didn't give it to her, and cried loudly, attracting classmates to watch and accusing me:" You cried when you saw Xiao Yu, so give her the pen back quickly. " Reluctantly, I threw the pen to Xiaoyu. I want to cry, but my Jin Doudou is sleeping at home and I can't wake up.

During the second recess, Xiaoyu opened the textbook and found his pen in it. Embarrassed, she pushed the pen on my desk and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong about you." I said angrily, "No, I'll give it to you." Xiaoyu's eyes were full of shiny little stars in an instant. I quickly stuffed my pen into my pencil box. I'm really afraid that those little stars will fly out like meteor showers.

At a sports meeting, Xiaoyu and I helped the athletes with their clothes. My classmates ran first, and they cheered. Xiaoyu suddenly sat on the ground and began to cry. I thought she fell, so go and help her. Xiaoyu said, "Don't touch me, let me cry for a while. I am so happy. " This "crying baby" is also like this when she is happy, which makes people laugh and cry.

My deskmate loves to cry, but she corrects her mistakes and helps others enthusiastically. I still like her.

From grade one to grade five, my crying is famous in the whole class and even the whole school. Everyone knows that there is a crying classmate in Class May 4th. Don't mess with her, or you will regret it. Why? She will cry! You don't even know this? Let her cry, tears can wet your clothes and let you open an umbrella on a sunny day! The students jokingly said, "When you grow up, you want to be an actor, specializing in tragedy. One person is crying on the stage, and a group of people are crying under the stage, ensuring that tears flow into a river and make a fire. "

In class, because I missed the last class, I borrowed notes from my deskmate. As a result, the negotiations failed and I didn't lend them. I was so anxious and angry that I made the old habit of lying on the table sobbing and crying. This startled him, and he quickly handed the note. The boy is afraid of getting wet. I didn't expect to have such a magical effect, and I immediately broke into tears and smiled.

I thought it was a lie, but my family didn't agree. My mother said "fragile", my father thought I "didn't grow up", my grandfather called me worthless, and even the naughty brother laughed at me for being "too soft-hearted". I don't even want to cry myself! The kindergarten teacher said that crying is not a good boy. My classmates threatened me that my face would not look good if I cried swollen. However, due to the overgrowth of lacrimal glands, disappointing tears are just like sweating in summer, and they can't stop flowing downwards. It seems that I will never be a strong woman in my life. Alas!

The crying child is very cute. Why should I change my cuteness? At least, when the teacher criticizes me, he should talk about some methods. Dad should be gentle when he hits me, and mom should be gentle when she scolds me. Male students won't bully me, and female students dare not mess with me. So, not good?

Of course, it is not enough for girls to "cry". More importantly, she has taste and knowledge in order to be a good student in the future.

I am a crybaby. 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! When he is with his classmates and his exam results are not fantastic, "Jin Doudou" will pop up. He can't stop if he wants to, no matter how others shave and shout, how to comfort him 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. Always, Confucius moved-all books. After losing, my tears have been spinning 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 stick to your own advantages until the end. Only with an open mind and careful layout can you taste life like chess and chess like life."

I am a careless, stubborn and crybaby. In fact, I am very ordinary, very ordinary, but what makes me different is that I love to cry. In order to dream, of course, there must be tears!

Cry my composition 10 classmates, I love to laugh at school. But do you know that I am a "crying child" at home? There are many things that can make me cry: others dirty my book and I cry; Mom's cooking is not fragrant, and I cry ... In short, many things are the fuse of my "flying down". Let me tell you something!

I remember when I was five years old, I once played hide-and-seek with my friends at home. He's hiding. I'll find him. I said, "I will definitely find you!" " "He said," not necessarily. "Then we started to play, but unexpectedly, I really found him! I jumped up happily, accidentally fell down and my knee hurt badly. My tears rushed into my eyes and burst into tears. He rushed over to help me persuade: "Nothing. Look, the leg is not broken. "But I'm not happy anyway. I keep crying. He was angry and said to me, "You are such a crying child, you are worthless! "As soon as I heard this, I cried even more. I was so tired of crying that I didn't want to "stop" until an hour later.

Another time, when I was in the third grade, I only got 89 points in a math exam. Mom saw the test paper and frowned and said, "Why didn't you even get 90 points?" I thought my mother was going to hit me, so I started crying. Mom said, "Don't cry, I won't hit you, okay?" But I still cried, and my mother tried her best, but I was still unwilling. My mother finally lost patience and raised her ruler and asked me, "Are you still crying?" I stopped crying as soon as I saw the situation was not good.

I know crying is a bad habit. I want to cultivate myself into a strong person in the future. Will you help me?

Cry my composition 1 1 My classmates say I love to laugh, but my family says I love to cry. I don't deny either side, because I am such a two-faced person.

I like to laugh. Laugh with friends, family and classmates; Usually I will be amused by jokes, play games and even chat. Once, I attended Liu Jiayi's birthday party in KFC opposite the school. We girls competed with boys and the girls won. As punishment, the boys must make the girls laugh. The monitor came first. He teased Liu Jiayi with an empty hamburger box. I wanted to laugh at the sight, but I tried my best to hold back. Who knows the next second, Liu Jiayi knocked out the hamburger box ungrateful. I couldn't help laughing at the moment. The boys all said, "Yu Runqi smiled!" At this time, I secretly scolded myself: Shit, can't you bear it? This is not funny. My fellow citizens, I am sorry.

I like crying. But very special. I just cried at home. You will cry when you are wronged, cry when you are unhappy, and cry when you are angry. For example, sometimes someone says something about me, I will lock the door and hide in the room and cry; Sometimes someone accidentally hurts me, and I will lock myself in my room and cry. In short, whenever I want to cry, I will lock myself in my room. In less than ten minutes, my mood will definitely turn from rainy to sunny.

This is me, I love to laugh, I love to cry.

This is my sister. Her name is sang Yuanyuan. She is five years old and is in kindergarten. She is lazy, such as playing the piano a few times and then giving up. She has a bad temper. If she is unhappy, she will make a scene and cry. She is rude, too. Sometimes when she scolds her, she curses and sticks out her tongue. But she is cute, and sometimes her hair is combed like a coconut tree. Fat in vain, with big watery eyes, an upturned nose and a mouth ready to lose his temper and cry at any time. Walking in the street, everyone praised her beauty.

Her greatest weakness is crying, because crying is her most powerful killing weapon. Give a few examples:

Once I took her to play, and she cried twelve times in a short time. When we went downstairs by elevator, she cried once, because she said that the elevator "bit" her and was afraid to go out, so I pulled her out and she began to cry. After going out, she immediately took off her beautiful new clothes and threw them around. "I told her not to throw it." Before I finished the beep, I fell into a dirty and smelly trash can. I immediately took out my clothes, and everyone next to me was about to throw up. The clothes are covered with glue. There are also a few flies circling around the clothes. As soon as she saw something bad, she immediately used her super magic weapon: "Cry". I wanted her to go home, but she refused (for fear that her mother would scold her). I had to bite the bullet and continue to play. After that, my friends played hide-and-seek again, and I ran away with Yuanyuan. As a result, she cried again for no reason, and my lungs were about to explode. We hid in one place. Take her home.

This is my crying sister.

I have a bad habit of crying, that is, crying. From kindergarten, the teacher said on the report card, I hope you don't cry, be brave, cry in elementary school, cry when you don't do your homework, cry when you are overjoyed, and cry even if you have nothing to do.

In the evening, my father bought a tablet computer and said that he could play computer after finishing his homework. As a result, the homework was delayed for a long time. At this time, my father asked, "Hey, where's the plastic paper for the tablet computer?" As soon as I heard this, no one paid attention to me, and I began to cry loudly, crying and saying, "If you don't see anything, just say me, whoops ..." My tears rolled down like a necklace with a broken chain, and I cried unwillingly. In an instant, the room was the vast sea, and it was raining cats and dogs.

Dad was surprised to hear me cry and asked, "Liang Run, why are you crying for no reason?" I said with a runny nose and tears, "It's not like I took your plastic paper. Why do you ask me? " Dad touched his head and said, "Well, did I say that?" I cried, "You look at me and ask, and you still doubt me, blare ..."

Dad was angry and said, "Your tears are really worthless. Why are you crying over such a trifle? Everything is on yourself? " I cried even harder. I ran to my room and cried, "My tears are worthless, but they are worthless. What happened? ..... "I still cry more. I haven't played a tablet computer yet. I have to do my homework and keep a diary ... loud noise ...

Cry my composition 14 There is a crying king in our class. His name is Xia. On Monday morning, the third class is math. Yesterday, Xia, the "crying king" of our class, thought he did well in the math exam. But today, when the teacher handed out the test paper, he said, "Money can get 9 1, and Yang Haoyu gets 99 ..." When he mentioned summer, he was very angry. The teacher told Xia to stand up. He stood in front of the teacher. A teacher is like a wolf. The teacher showed Xia the test paper. Wow! Text question, wrong! Additional questions, wrong! Even the calculation problems are mostly wrong. Xia, Xia, you can have snacks. You only got 38 points this time! The teacher didn't say that picking up a stick would hit people. Unexpectedly, he cried before he hit his hand, which made the whole class laugh! The teacher said, "Xia, Xia, don't cry." If you cry again, there will be more tears than urine. " Xia stopped crying immediately after hearing this. He said, "What? Do I have more tears than urine? " At this time, the whole class burst into laughter, which really sounded like the sound of a mine explosion.

This is the "crying king" of our class, an exasperating and ridiculous "crying king"!

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.