In daily study, work or life, everyone often sees composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So have you ever understood composition? Below is a composition on tears for sixth grade that I carefully compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Tears Sixth Grade Composition 1
"Ugh——" I collapsed on the sofa, tears flowing everywhere, and the makeup on my eyes was already stained.
A few hours ago, I was playing the piano passionately on the stage in the auditorium. The judges’ eyes made me break out in cold sweat. The sound of the piano echoed in the hall, and the audience was packed with people. , there was a sea of ??people, but there was no one in the middle aisle. When I reached the end of the piano piece, my fingers suddenly fell involuntarily, and the note was messed up, and my fingertips slipped.
At the end of the competition, the judges were going to announce who would advance. The fairy-like makeup on my face was now extremely ugly. "No. 5, No. 11..." The host's voice was loud, like a knife cutting into my heart. Because my number 34 was never there, I frowned nervously and watched all the friends around me leave. Several of them made my nose sore and a nervous tear flowed down.
Not long after, all the promotion numbers were read out, but my number 34 still didn’t appear.
"Xiaohan, it's okay. I'll definitely come back next time!" Xiaoqian, a fellow "pianist", has already received the trophy. I really want to say to her: "You won't feel it if you take it. You must be very happy!" But when I thought about comforting me, a burst of tears flowed out.
On the way home, my mother kept ignoring me. Is it just because I didn’t get the award? I lay in front of the window, tears flowing down unsatisfactoryly and rolling in the cracks of the car window. "Sha——" I opened the window a little, and the wind squeezed in through the crack in the door, running in the warm car. My ears were noisy from the wind, but when I closed it, it was quiet again.
"Oh! Can't you practice the piano well? Just stop practicing!" When I got home, my mother was furious. "Pop!" There was a sound of closing the door, and my mother left, and she must have gone to Aunt Yang next door to "complain" again! Next, there is the opening scene.
I couldn’t stop crying. I hugged my thighs with my hands, and my pants were soaked with tears. There was silence in the room, and no one listened to her cry. But the tears are still flowing down, the wind slaps my face hard, and seems to be scolding me. The tears seem to be floating everywhere, as freely as in space... Tears Sixth Grade Composition 2
I, a For a boy who has experienced a little storm, the sunshine only appears after the storm. Countless successes and failures put together equal a real me.
I remember that it was the first time I won an award and the publication was quite valuable. The certificate and every book containing my composition are still placed in my bookcase. Every time I see it, I feel like I am transported back to two years ago. This book seems to be my motivation since then.
At that time, I was in the fourth grade. I was not good at literature. On the contrary, I was not only bad at it, but also bad at everything except mathematics. But that time I exceeded the teacher's imagination, and even exceeded the teacher's estimation of me.
Composition was an insurmountable hurdle for me at that time. I had never been able to write it well, and I often had the mentality of breaking it. In the end, my writing got worse and worse, which made the teacher start to despise me as a math teacher. A good student who is very partial to science has repeatedly laughed at my "bad" compositions. It makes me depressed all day long and has no energy at all. Later, being silent all day long made me unyielding and looked down upon by the teacher. I often said something harsh behind my back. I must write a good composition. At the same time, I also developed a thick skin. I never cared about what the teacher added when reading my composition. "Side batch". Instead, I carefully compared the difference between my "Hu Wen" and good compositions. After summarizing and accumulating again and again, I mastered the writing skills of all the students in our class at that time, and summarized the "Zhang's" writing method. Then write an essay every day and compare it with good essays. Of course, I would never show my "daily practice" to the teacher. With unremitting efforts and continuous improvement of writing methods, it manifested itself inadvertently. One day, I continued to complete my one article a day. I subconsciously wanted to devote myself to that article, and finally completed another masterpiece.
Somehow, this article quietly won the award. I was very excited when I first heard the news. Unknowingly, my eyes immediately filled with tears in the joy. All my efforts were not in vain.
I went from the bottom of the fourth grade to the top one and two of the fifth grade. This is the hard work of the fourth grade, and it’s worth it! Tears Sixth Grade Composition 3
The world has lost its luster, and my mood is also dim. This all stemmed from a little temper tantrum between my mother and I. The two of us didn't say anything and just lay quietly on the bed.
I was sulking. When my mother saw me like this, she ignored me and went directly to comfort my sister.
In retrospect, it was actually not a big deal. I was doing my homework, and my sister accidentally stepped on my foot and tripped. Following my sister's cry, my aunt and mother soon arrived at the scene. As soon as they arrived, they started talking about me, saying that I did it on purpose. It was obviously her who tripped and fell!
After a while, my mother came to my bed gently, handed me a glass of hot water, and walked away. I angrily poured the water into the wash basin and put the empty cup on On the table, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.
A few minutes later, my mother came to my bed again and asked: "Why did you trip my sister?"
"I didn't!" I yelled angrily. .
"Calm down, kid." My mother hugged me, "Mom, I want to tell you that I'm sorry and stop being angry with my mother, okay? My mother didn't understand the situation just now. Wait until my sister After crying, I realized that she accidentally fell. "You know I always hate this!" My voice was much lower and slightly calmer.
My mother didn’t speak anymore. I suddenly realized something: I spoke too hard to my mother. How could I do this to my mother? I hugged my mother and couldn't help but shed tears. It was my fault, I shouldn't have done that. Oh, what on earth was I thinking at that time!
After experiencing this, I think I will never do that again. This is the most profound memory of tears that I have never had before. Tears Sixth Grade Composition 4
Tears may be the footprints of your growth. Tears may be the tears of your childish heart before. It may be your grievances and tears again and again, or it may be your joy of glory and success again and again. Every crystal clear teardrop contains your different moods and some past events that you can't forget for a long time.
I, too, have tears and these past events. These events have long been captured by me and hidden in my heart. That Saturday morning will never be forgotten by me, because it was the most profound moment I shed tears, filled with grievances.
That morning, I looked at the clock. It was already past 10 o'clock. My mother was still busy washing clothes and hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Her stomach was growling with hunger and she was exhausted. I ran to the kitchen to cook noodles for my mother. When I was about to boil the water and put the noodles in, my mother suddenly walked over and said to me, "Mom doesn't want to eat noodles." I said, "The water has boiled and the wrapping paper has been opened." Just eat it, so my mother said: It’s better to make nutritious breakfast by yourself. I don’t know the reason for this sentence. As soon as I heard this sentence, I felt like I was hit by thousands of arrows. I was very sad. I couldn’t bear it immediately. I rushed into the door with a single lunge, pushed the door open with my hands, and opened the door again. It closed and hit the door frame, making a loud bang. I jumped onto the bed sadly, restrained myself, and said to myself silently: Gao Xinyu, don't cry. But at this moment, my nose became sore and I gave a warning that I was going to cry. With this warning, My eyes were as hot as a string of broken beads, and tears burst out of my eyes. At this time, my heart was full of grievances and sadness. I thought, this is really a dog biting Lu Dongbin - I don’t know how good people are. At this time, my mother walked over and said to me: Gao Xinyu, my mother wrongly blamed you. I won’t do this again. Be obedient and make a nutritious breakfast. Bar! At this time, my mood improved a lot, and my tears suddenly stopped, as if an ABS brake was installed, and I went to make a nutritious breakfast. After a while, breakfast was ready, and when I saw my mother eating it happily, my heart was like a happy bird, singing happily.
Every time you shed tears, there are different memories. Let’s recall your previous tears together! Tears Sixth Grade Composition 5
Everyone has shed tears, a little sad, some angry, some full of longing, some like thousands of arrows piercing the heart...
Me, I also shed many tears, and the one that impressed me most was the tears of grief and anger.
It was a Friday, because it was a holiday, so everyone was very excited, and I was no exception, but I did not expect that a storm was slowly coming towards me. After class, I wrote my homework with peace of mind.
Suddenly, I found that the test papers on the desk had disappeared without a trace. I looked around, ah! Jiang Tianhao, the famous "naughty egg" in the class, was playing with my test paper with great interest! I quickly shouted loudly: "Jiang Tianhao, return my test paper quickly!" Unexpectedly, he not only refused to return it, but also started playing more arrogantly, and even "poofed" at me from time to time. In my haste, I picked up Jiang Tianhao's test paper and said with a ghostly smile: "Hey, if you don't return it, I'll kill it." He pretended to be helpless and said, "Put mine back first, and I'll do it right away." I'll give it back to you." I am an honest person. Seeing that he was so "sincere", I immediately released the "hostage". And the abominable Jiang Tianhao actually crumpled up my paper and threw it back. I was so angry that I turned around and crumpled his test paper into a ball with my teeth.
I originally thought that the matter would come to an end, but I didn’t expect that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway: In the evening, because the math teacher went to attend the class, the substitute teacher came to assign homework. Suddenly, the teacher saw Jiang Tianhao's tattered test paper. First he slapped him unreasonably, and then scolded him: "It has only been half a day and you have ruined the paper like this!" Jiang Tianhao pointed at me and said: "He did it." The teacher immediately asked me to exchange one with him. I first said that I had written it, and just as I was about to explain the ins and outs of the matter, the teacher scolded me with foul language without distinguishing the facts, and then arrogantly took away my test paper and tore it into many small pieces... …
I was stunned, tears welled up like spring water, and I was heartbroken... He trampled on my self-esteem and hit my heart... Tears Sixth Grade Composition 6
< p> Tears are sweet, flowing with the spring breeze and sunshine between the cheeks, spinning in memories, and burning in my heart.Every time I see sparkling tears in my eyes, I wonder, what does this tear taste like?
It’s sweet, I said with a smile, with tears in my eyes.
That was this year’s physical education test. Maybe it was because I was fat and particularly afraid of running 400 meters. When I heard the word, my feet became weak. But this time, I can no longer do this, because this time the results will be recorded on the final transcript.
I was so nervous that I kept pacing back and forth, saying, "It's best if I don't get my turn today and try again next time. God bless me. Please!" Unfortunately, my wish didn't come true. When I realized that it was my turn to see the classmates in front of me running away one by one, I felt uneasy in my heart. Come on! I keep encouraging myself.
At first, Xu Tiantian and I "walked side by side", but after a while, she passed me, which put more pressure on me. Hey, just follow her, don’t fall behind, I prayed silently again. One lap passed, and I ran among my classmates again. Everyone cheered me hard, but by then I had no energy at all, and I really wanted to give up.
"Come on!" Ying Jiaqi said, "I'll run with you!" She followed me and ran with me for the second half of the lap.
I strenuously stepped forward, running, panting...
"It's here, it's here, 1 minute and 43 seconds!" I stopped. I didn't know why, but I always wanted to cry. , the tears kept falling down and flowed to my mouth. I licked them, the tears were sweet! This is the first time I have run so well. My 400-meter score has changed from passing to good. I am very happy...
Tears are sweet, accompanied by applause and cheers, and again It flowed down once. It was so warm and beautiful that I will never forget it! Tears Sixth Grade Composition 7
I am a very tearful person, and I shed a lot of tears, but in the memory of my tears, there is one thing that makes me forget so much, it It brought me no pain, only incomparable happiness and joy...
"Really? Dad, do you really want to come to me to watch the sunrise?" I didn't believe it, and was afraid that I would hear it. Wrong, that is my wish. I asked my father in a low voice, and he nodded to indicate that I was right.
I finally got there, but my heart was beating uncontrollably. I hope it won’t come out to scare me. Not to mention that there are shooting stars here at night, I was so worried A particularly eye-catching number has already popped up - the countdown to going out in the middle of the night.
Even at night, my heart still hasn’t stopped beating like crazy. When I close my eyes, I can see a sea of ??flowers, and the flowers will smile at me. Therefore, I couldn't sleep, but bad things finally came...
"Get up!" Dad pushed me. I just fell asleep not long ago, forget it, for the sunrise, I can only hold my father's hand and go out.
A beautiful meteor streaked across the sky, like a pink gem falling from the sky. It was so beautiful! But it didn't take long for me to feel dizzy, and I fell on my father's back. My father's back was like a soft bed, and I fell asleep sweetly.
When I woke up, I just felt that the "bed" had been moving. It turned out that my father had been carrying me up the mountain. His black shirt was soaked with sweat, and there was a heavy camera hanging around his neck. Looking at my extremely tired father, I couldn't help but shed a few tears.
"Dad, aren't you tired?" I couldn't help but say.
"You are awake. Dad is not tired, but you must sleep well next time, otherwise dad will have to carry you up the mountain again. Do you know, dad often went up the mountain to play when he was a child..." Dad gushed.
The sunrise, looking at the red sun, my tears wet my eyes... Tears Sixth Grade Composition 8
A ray of warm sunshine shines down, shining on a On the book. This book is very ordinary, with a very cute kitten on the cover, and three cute words on the kitten's head - Notepad.
I gently stroked this small notebook, and its upper body was already surrounded by words. Speaking of this book, I have a story! When I was in fourth grade, there was an exam and the essay topic was "My Family's Specialties." I thought about it for a long time, scribbled down a few dozen lines and submitted it. Anyway, I don’t know what my family’s specialty is? Does eating count? Alas, there is no chance anyway, so just be mentally prepared.
After taking the exam, I originally guessed that I would get a score of more than 80 points, but the test results still shattered the "bottom line" in my heart inexplicably and changed it beyond recognition. A tear dropped carefully and hit the back of my hand. It hurt a little!
Alas! What's wrong with me? I had never cried before, but I cried. No, I have to hold it back. I rubbed my eyes hard to make them look like they had sand in them.
"Well, you go to the office, the teacher is looking for you." A classmate at the door called me. I walked to the office without saying a word.
"This time I didn’t do very well in the exam. There were a lot of mistakes that shouldn’t have been made. It doesn’t matter this time, but what about next time? It doesn’t matter every time. What about the primary school to junior high school? What about the college entrance examination? Can it all be like this? Not serious." Teacher Jiang said without changing his face. Needless to say, I was already in tears.
"Oh, stop crying. Crying is not the solution to the problem." Teacher Jiang took out two pieces of paper and handed them to me. After thinking for a while, he gave me a notebook and said, "Take it, this notebook can record your mood and various things. Go back! But remember the teacher's words."
Walking out of the office, When I opened the first page of the book, the sentence above made me cry again. It says - "Child, the teacher cannot accompany you for life, but the habit of being serious can benefit you for life!" Tears for sixth grade composition 9
On the asphalt roadside, each one is still slightly visible The delicate trees are growing in the face of the fierce sun. On the road without a trace of wind, there were waves of refreshing breath of asphalt, which made me feel relaxed and happy.
The road is pressed by hard wheels and looks very elastic. The wheels supported my weight, and my young feet stepped on the pedals with difficulty. My mother was holding on to the back of the bicycle, trying hard to prevent the bicycle from tipping over, but she was unable to do so. I still fell off the bicycle. Two lines of crystal tears fell from my eyes, leaving two shallow traces in my heart.
In those two lines of tears, images of failure flashed one after another. But it was those scenes that carved a line of words in my heart: If you are not willing to admit defeat, then stand up and keep moving forward.
The strong sunshine quickly dried up those two lines of tears, but the scorching sun could not burn away the firm belief in my heart! Thinking of this, a soft wind blew over my face, and it also wiped away the last bit of timidity and the last trace of hesitation in my heart.
I stood up again, feeling my mother’s eyes of approval and encouragement behind me. As I held the bicycle again, I felt a warm force in my hands, and the pain in my feet was forgotten. As if the bicycle could read my mind, it stopped making trouble and obeyed my instructions obediently.
I feel that there is always an invisible force behind me to help me, but when I look back, there is nothing behind me. My heart felt like it was about to pop out, surrounded by a warm air. At this time, my mother came over and patted me on the back: "I can ride a bicycle. I am very excited."
There is a towering tree in front of me. I rode until I got to the tree, wanting to take a good look at it, but it was a little blurry in front of my eyes... Tears Sixth Grade Composition 10
Everyone has their own emotions, or happiness, or Sad, or moved. Once, I was deeply moved by my father's love and affection.
Once, I went to a cram school outside. After class, I walked out of the classroom happily, only to find that it was already raining heavily outside. The rain poured down from the sky and splashed on the ground. I looked at this "spectacular scene" and felt helpless: Alas! It seems that I can't go back now. If I had known better, I would have listened to my mother and brought an umbrella.
Time passed by minute by minute, and still no one came to "rescue" me. The rain seemed to be playing a piece of music: it hit the roof, "dong dong dong"; it hit the windows, "tap da da"; it hit the pond, "swish, swish, swish". And I was like the only audience. , I was experiencing the quietness and loneliness in the rain.
The rain continued to fall. I looked outside and suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards me. I saw it was my father. He shouted excitedly: "Dad! dad! I'm here! "I waved to my father, who walked towards me. He was holding an umbrella, his head covered with sweat beads, and asked with concern: "Don't worry! Be careful of catching a cold, let's go home quickly! "My father and I held an umbrella and went home.
When I got home, my mother shouted in surprise: "Oh! Oh my gosh! Why are your clothes so wet? "I looked back and realized that the left half of my father's clothes had been wet by the rain. I recalled the whole process and suddenly understood: My father had always given me the umbrella, and I got wet! My father said nonchalantly: "fine! fine! "After hearing this, I was so moved that tears filled my eyes, but I didn't dare to cry for fear of being discovered by my parents.
Father's love is great, higher than mountains and deeper than water... Tears Sixth Grade Composition 11
Tears are the expression of emotion; tears are the footprints of growth; tears are an unforgettable experience. Everyone will have tears, some because of being beaten, some because of being scolded... Every time you shed tears, there will be someone who doesn't know you. A well-known secret
"Mom! There is a hole in my schoolbag and all the books have fallen out. Please buy me a new one! "After I got home, I said to my mother. My mother, who was washing dishes, took off her apron and asked, "What happened? I made another scratch. Let me take a look." "I handed the schoolbag to my mother, pointed to the opening and said, "Look, it's right here. "My mother picked up her schoolbag, looked at it, and said, "It's okay, the supplement can still be used. "When my nose became sore, tears were about to flow out. I ran back to the room, locked the door, and cried loudly in the room. As I cried, I complained to my mother in my heart. My schoolbag had become an "old antique". As soon as I patched it, there was a patch, which was so ugly. Why not just buy a new one? It was late at night, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, I found that the light was shining through the crack of the door, so I opened the room gently. When I opened the door, I saw my mother sewing her schoolbag, wiping her tears from time to time. This was the first time that my mother cried in front of me!
I returned to the room. , there was an indescribable smell when I closed the door, and tears rolled down my cheeks. In order to maintain this originally not wealthy family, my mother had to go out early in the morning and come back late every day, which was already very hard. However, my vanity hurt my mother. Thinking of this, I really wanted to run to my mother and say: "Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault, don't be sad."
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The next morning, I went to school carrying the patched schoolbag again. I thought it was the most beautiful schoolbag in the world. Tears Sixth Grade Composition 12
< p> That day, Xi and I had a fight because I wanted to make a joke with her, but she was in a bad mood, sneered, threw me alone on the street, and left...Xi and I have been good friends since childhood, and our relationship is even better than that of biological sisters. We rarely quarrel, and we always go forward and retreat together no matter what difficulties we encounter. But lately, for some reason, Xi has always been together. Getting angry at me, I know it's Xiao Shengchu's pressure, and I'm a little bit too...
Xi is always very concerned about my behavior towards her, as long as I don't follow her in the slightest, she will get angry. She would yell at me: “Don’t you want to be sisters with me anymore? I know you've always wanted to break up with me, right? "As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes. I panicked, because Xi rarely cried, and I usually cried more often in front of her. I quickly comforted her: "How could that be? How could you? Think about it this way, didn’t we say we would be sisters for life? Don't worry, I will never break up with you. "Xi slowly stopped. Xi asked me to take her home. I agreed.
On the street, two girls were holding hands and disappeared together under the setting sun...
< p> The next day, I received a letter from Xi. The letter said that she hoped that I would forgive her temper during this period, because she felt that we would no longer go to school and play together. Her father planned to buy a house far away from my home. If so, we would... So, she was afraid, so she got angry at me for no reason.After reading the letter. Suddenly, I felt very good and wanted to find someone to share it with. I called Xi and asked her to come out to play. I had many things to say to Xi, but my throat felt like something was blocked. , I couldn’t say anything. We looked at each other like this for a long time... Finally, Xi gathered up the courage and said, "I'm sorry. "Before I finished speaking, I shed tears again. I cried too. From that day on, our feelings and friendship became deeper.
I will bury these tears in the deepest part of my heart forever. Tears Sixth Grade Composition 13
“Look at you, how could you do this? "Dad looked at me angrily and said.
"I...I..." I lowered my head, my nose was sore, and a few huge tears slowly flowed down and fell to the ground.
This morning, I got up early and looked at the birds outside the window, which was very refreshing. I ran to my dad’s room. My dad was sleeping soundly. My eyes fell on the mobile phone on the bedside table. Hey Why don't you look at your phone for a while? I picked up the phone, and then clicked on WeChat. But when I couldn't get it, my father was so angry when he saw that the phone was missing and I was playing with his phone. With the above mentioned.
"Why are you looking at your phone? "Dad asked me. "I... just read some articles and play basketball..." I answered hesitantly.
"Come here! "Dad took me to my room, closed the door, and said to me seriously: "If you read the article in the future, tell me, and I will give it to you. He wiped the tears from my eyes with his hand and said to me kindly: "You must do things openly and honestly, don't hide, even if you do something wrong, you must learn to take responsibility. This is what a man is." "
" Got it. I wiped my eyes and said, "I will no longer look at my phone in the morning, but will read a book. I will learn to take responsibility. When I do something wrong, I will no longer hide." ”
“Yeah. "Dad looked at me, "Okay, don't cry. It's eleven o'clock now. Go and do your homework. I have to go to work. Whatever happened today, I hope it won't happen again next time. ”
“Understood. "The corners of my eyes started to shed tears again, but this time they were tears of excitement.
I will never forget everything my father did to me and those unforgettable tears. Tears Sixth Grade Composition 14 < /p>
So far, every time I see a rain, I can’t help but be moved by it.
It was a blustery afternoon, the classroom was as dark as night, the bell rang, and the students were ready to go. I couldn’t hear what the teacher said in a daze, and the students rushed to wait. I have been a parent for a long time, but I was still sitting in my seat in a daze, "I hope she doesn't come, don't come, don't come..."
"Fortunately, she didn't come." I murmured softly, I plunged into the torrential rain, running alone in the rain. The rain soaked my clothes, and the accumulated rain penetrated my socks, making me feel a little clammy. Not far ahead, there was a vague figure. , "No, it's her who's here, it's her who's here."
As I walked closer, I clearly saw that it was indeed my mother. I felt the fiery eyes of my classmates, gathered on me. I feel a bit at a loss - I don't know what they will say about me tomorrow. I lowered my head, hesitated for a long time, and then said to my mother, "Why are you here?" My mother seemed to notice my embarrassment, so she gave me a few yuan and said, "I have something else to do, so you can go back by yourself in the car."
Looking at my mother’s back, my nose felt sour, and I rushed forward to hug my mother. At this time, two fiery hearts melted everything. Later, this most beautiful moment Fixed in the deepest part of my life.
As soon as I see the rain, I will think of my mother, and I will leave a string of tears like rain, falling silently, making me feel the warmth of my mother all the time, I know , I will never be able to get rid of my mother's deep love... Tears Sixth Grade Composition 15
Tears are like small notes. When you fall because of sadness, the notes of tears, This note will compose sad music. When you shed the note of tears because you are happy, the note will compose a happy movement. When these movements are finished, they will create memories that will never be forgotten.
At that time, I was still a child who didn’t understand much. I didn’t understand the slipperiness on the ground after the rain, or the pain after falling on the ground after the rain. But after that time, My ignorance turned into caution.
The rain is falling rustlingly, and the raindrops are dripping on the roof, dripping on the leaves, and dripping on every corner of the earth. These raindrops are like a beating note, beating on the earth, playing another song. A beautiful piece of music. The rain stopped, and the child who had been waiting at the window to go out to play after the rain stopped came out.
The child was laughing and playing by himself in front of the door. Yes, that child was me. Being ignorant, I played and jumped on the ground with water, but I never thought that I would fall on it, and I didn't think too much about it. I just laughed and played like this.
Bang! What sound? With a crash, I fell to the watery ground. The pain was beyond description in words. I couldn't bear it at that time, and I started crying.
When the family heard the sound and came over, they saw me sitting on the ground in the yard crying, and they immediately knew what was going on. My mother first coaxed me to stop crying without asking what was going on. At that time, I felt strange and asked: "Mom, how do you know why I cry?"
My mother smiled and said : "Silly boy, you were playing on such a wet ground and still sitting on the ground crying. How could I not know that you fell?"
I laughed immediately, and the tears of laughter came out again. Tears of sadness and tears of happiness intertwine, half of which is sadness and half of which is joy. Is it joy or sorrow? The music plays, interpreting the beautiful movement of life.