Rule number one: I won't cry anymore. What are tears? A salty taste, white. When I am sad, it will flow out involuntarily. No matter how I try to stop it, I always let it escape from the corner of my eye.
My mother and I have always been "enemies". At home, I argued with her many times. She talked to me with her own ideas, which I couldn't understand at all. I think her words are very hurtful, so I often hide in the corner and cry silently. So I'd rather have classes at school every week than go home. I know that as long as we meet less, there will be fewer quarrels. Maybe this will also ease my relationship with my mother. Although this is an escape, I have no choice at present.
However, that day, I changed my mind.
This happened last week. That night, it was very cold. I lay in bed, curled up and tried to sleep with my eyes closed. A fierce ideological struggle is going on. Persuade yourself to sleep so that you won't feel cold. Vaguely, I heard some footsteps. Suddenly the door was pushed open and my eyes narrowed into a line. When I saw it was my mother, the big stone in my heart was finally put down. However, it is inevitable to be a little confused: "What is mom doing here so late?" My mother came to my bedside and tucked me in the corner. As soon as she turned to leave, she turned back, crept out of the cupboard and gently covered me before going out. At that moment, I felt so happy. Although it's not a great thing, I feel a deep maternal love from it. Although the cold wind is howling outside, my heart is sunny and warm as spring. My tears can't stop flowing downwards, but my mouth is smiling.
From then on, I no longer doubt my mother's love for me, but she doesn't want to express it deliberately. She pinned all her love on my hope and silently supported and encouraged me.
I will never let tears gush out of my eyes again, nor will I let these happy tears leave me. I will cherish these happy tears and these rare tears.
Chapter 2: I will never cry again "Ta!" Tears fell on my hands. I cried because my mother didn't buy me shoes that could shine and sing. "Mom told you that those shoes are too small for you to wear, and you can't wear them in rainy days. Will mom take you to buy more beautiful shoes tomorrow? " “Ta！” There is another teardrop crystal ball in my hand, which reflects a girl's sad tears.
I hold Xinyi's shoes and smile through tears. After a few days, two red blisters appeared on my feet, which hurt when I touched them. After staying at home for two or three days, I have to wear medicine. After that, I never dared to wear those shoes again.
“Ta！” I shed tears again, because I didn't find a rabbit with me for three months. My mother coaxed me: "Tomorrow, my mother will take you to the flower market to buy a pet you like, ok?" Although I didn't cry, I was still angry.
When the lovely rabbit looked at me, I just smiled through tears.
Gradually, when I grow up, I don't cry, but occasionally I play a little temper in front of my family. I become strong and care about others.
Once my sick father took me to the hospital, and I went to have a blood test to rule it out. I was scared at first, but then I gradually calmed down. I thought to myself, "I wish it hurt." It's my turn The nurse cut my index finger with a blade. I gritted my teeth and was covered in bright red and dazzling blood. I didn't cry. The same is true in the skin test. The nurse didn't praise me for being brave.
"I won't cry again!" This is the * * * sound in every strong girl's heart!
Strong girl, please shout with me: "I won't cry again!" " "Yes, I stopped crying. Tears are a sign of cowardice and cowardice. Who wants to be a coward?
Chapter 3: I don't cry anymore. Tears are something that all of us have. Some people don't cherish tears and let them disappear. The slightest setback will bring tears. Icelandic writer Aknis once said: "Tears can't wash away the pain." And I used to be a crying child.
I remember when I was in the third grade, the teacher once asked us to write new words. My deskmate bought a pencil, so I borrowed one from him. When he finished writing new words and wanted to return my pen, I didn't expect him to drop my pen and it broke. This time, I was so angry that I cried on my desk. He said, "Why are you crying? Girls love to cry like this. Besides, I didn't mean to be stingy. "
When I got home, I told my mother about it. I didn't expect my mother to say, "This is all your fault. He accidentally broke it, and it didn't mean to. Besides, you shouldn't cry. What problem can crying solve? " As soon as I heard it, I said angrily to my mother, "I don't care anyway, I want him to pay." Say that finish slam the door.
On the way, I was still angry with my mother. Occasionally I see such a scene-a little sister younger than me fell down. Instead of crying, she bravely stood up and walked on. These few short minutes made me understand why my mother said that. When I am in trouble, I will cry. Tears can't solve the problem. I don't have the courage like this little girl and I don't cry like me. Suddenly I feel so small compared with that little girl.
In the later life, I know how to face difficulties, and I must not cry, because tears can't solve problems.
I will never cry again!
Chapter four: I don't cry anymore. I cried a lot when I was a child, but now I am an adult, so I can't miss my childhood blindly. Sometimes I wonder how much blood I have left and how many tears I can't shed. The wind gently groped my hair, and all the memories came back to me. Recalling the happy and sad things with my childhood playmates, my eyes always burst into tears, as if they were going to break. I can always feel them when I touch my mouth. Tears themselves are bitter.
On the day I graduated from primary school, I walked out of the classroom where I had stayed for six years without mercy. The moment I walked out of the classroom, I cried helplessly and sadly like a child. How much do I miss this moment? How I wish I could turn back the clock and go back to that ignorant and ridiculous freshman. I can look back and find out how many roads I have traveled and how many precious memories I have lost! I walked crying, I don't know how many people I hit, but my memory didn't stop. It makes me cry and makes me weak. Friends caught up with me, hugged my trembling body and left tears. Six years passed in a flash. I patted them on the back and cried, "Please! Don't leave me. I'm really afraid of living alone in a strange place. I don't want you to go! Blare ... "
The eyes in the library can't see the road ahead, and I don't want to see it clearly. I am thinking; Wouldn't it be great if this moment were eternal? "Lingling, don't cry. Stay strong. We will always be with you, so don't cry, okay?" I cried even more after listening to it. I heard that I have never been afraid of weakness in the corridor for six years. "You didn't lie to me! Why? Want to graduate! I will be taken to Beijing by my parents to study in the future, and you will stay in Wenzhou all the time! Why did you lie to me that you would be with me? Blare-"
When I asked her, she cried even more, and tears welled up in my eyes and hers. "Stupid Chen Xueling, you waste, why are you crying? Cry again and we'll break up right away. I don't want to be friends with a crying baby! " I looked up and was reminded by another friend's words; It's time for you to be as strong as before! My crying died down. I said to them, "I won't cry any more, but you should wait for my holiday before playing together, okay?" ……
The reversal of memory, thinking of me before, I smiled. There is no reason for this smile, and there is no irrigation with tears, because I know it is time for me to grow up. After all these years, I should take a long vacation with tears in my eyes. There is another one who will accompany me all my life, and that one is called-strong! Only it will help me grow up, because I will always be happy and a sensible adult. ...
Chapter 5: I no longer shed tears, leaves fall, flowers fade, and I shed tears. -inscription
Tears flow, flow. Not to make flowers wither, not to make leaves fall. The paper in my hand pierced my heart like a knife. It hurts. Writing deducted seven points, seven points, damn seven points, which is how much torture I have never deducted seven points. My friend walked with me, my friend walked happily, looked up and jumped, and I walked sadly, tears streaming down my face, scarred. Look at my friend's composition again, and deduct one point, one point and seven points. I feel even more sad when I think about this.
A gust of wind blew, and my hair was scattered at random, covering my tearful face and countless scars in my heart. A fallen leaf floated to my feet and I gently picked it up. Rough surface, dry branches, unclear veins, broken leaves when the wind blows, and broken leaves come and go on the road, unable to find a home. Like them, I was scarred and in tears, and I couldn't see any happy time or brilliant time.
Keep going. Home, parents, test papers, grades, how should I choose? I stopped and said to my friend, "I don't want to go home." My friend took my hand and said to me, "Come to my house and I will comfort you." I lost my will. I don't know what I'm doing or what to do. My heart is numb and I can't feel it.
At this time, the phone came and urged me to go home. I said goodbye to my friends and went home alone. Walking on the road, the way home is so far, the direction of going home is so confused, walking alone on the road, maybe I should think alone. The wind dried the tears, who fell into the darkness? Suddenly, I found something under my feet, a flower, a broken flower, but open in the wind, weak and strong, firmly facing every storm. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and frost? A flower is satisfied when it is recognized by others once, but for this time, it really needs to go through thousands of trials. Never bow your head in front of a storm. Maybe that's what I learned.
Why, why am I not strong enough? Why can a storm break me down? No, it should not be me. I am strong, and I dare to fight the wind and rain. Look at the flowers in my hand and look at myself. Compared with it, am I not just a flower in the greenhouse or a young grass in the sun? Dry your tears and stop crying. Seven points will be deducted for your composition. Why seven points? Find out the problem, find out the gap with others, learn from each other's strengths and learn more from others' compositions. This is what I should do.
I want to face everything with a smile "Drought, cold, wind, rain and snow" is nothing. The road of life is very long. On the road full of thorns, don't retreat, don't retreat, don't make a move. In this way, you will be scarred. A friend lifts the sickle in your hand, "cuts" the difficulties away, leaving you with a broad road and a beautiful new world with flowers and birds.
Thinking of this, I quickly ran home. I'm not afraid of anything. I won't cry anymore. At this moment, I am a strong girl. At this moment, I will bid farewell to the greenhouse and tears.
The bonus was red, the willow was green, and I smiled.
Don't cry, don't be discouraged, adjust your mood and change your mood. Look, another village has a bright future.