There is also "once" in classical Chinese, but it is a phrase that means "once experienced". For example, "it was hard for the sea to be water."
If it only means "once" in modern Chinese, then "once" can be used in classical Chinese, such as: "sunset grass trees, ordinary alleys, human beings sent slaves to live in. (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Yongyu Le Jing Kougu Beiting Nostalgia") "I have lived, I have lived. You can also use "taste" and "taste" as adverbs to mean "once".
"Zeng" and "taste" are slightly different. Taste is a common word of "once" in ancient Chinese, which is more "literary" and older; Zeng, which means "word adaptation" in ancient times, did not appear in people's language communication until later to express the meaning of "Zeng". Therefore, the latecomers used to be more colloquial and relatively novel, which were more common in poems and songs.
2. "There is always a cry that makes us burst into tears." Life is full of love and emotion. The picture of everything that happened at that moment has already been fixed in my mind and buried in my heart. -inscription
Frustration theory; Tears are my water source.
Cowardice says: Tears are my "three meals a day".
Failure theory; Tears are my "friends".
I said: tears are the "necessities" of life.
You don't necessarily cry when you are sad. However, at that moment, I was moved, and my tears not only flowed down like a broken pearl. ...
At that moment, I never forgot. Do you remember? When Qinghai is thriving with its territory, a mother, oh, no, a great mother (I don't know how to convey her selflessness in words), watched and watched the tiles on the house fly one after another at the moment of the earthquake. Obviously, she could have fled, left her son and fled to that building, but she didn't. On the bridge, her arm strongly supported the ground, and there was a big crystal sweat on her forehead, which dripped on the ground, deeply affecting her son's psychology and dripping on the hearts of Chinese children. ...
When rescuers rescued the mother and son, the great mother had lost her breath and heartbeat, and she still had a lovely son's heart! You see, the arm is still on the ground, and the rescuers will not be able to pull the mother's arm for a while. In order to protect her young son, it has long been deadlocked! Holding a mobile phone in his hand, the mobile phone reads; Son, remember that mom loves you!
A simple and clear sentence, a string that tightens my heart, and a touching mother-child relationship. At that moment, I was in tears. The feelings between people don't need much language. In this sentence, attention made me burst into tears. When I stopped writing, I began to think deeply. ...
At that moment, there is always a cry that makes us burst into tears.
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There is a kind of power that makes me burst into tears, and there is a kind of love that makes me burst into tears. People say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water."
Father always seems to play an unknown role in the family, giving everything silently, but never asking for anything in return. I can't remember how many times I cried on my father's generous shoulder because of injustice; I can't remember how many times my father waited quietly under the street lamp at home, waiting for me to go home silently ... It was my father's love that warmed me silently and made me burst into tears.
I remember when I was in junior high school, I went to my classmate's house to play after school and forgot to call home. Late at night, with a feeling of anxiety, I came to my door and saw that the light in the room was still on.
I crept to the window, stood on tiptoe and peeked into the room. The faint yellow light quietly sprinkled on my father's body, making the silver hair on my temples shine.
Dad slept quietly on the sofa, but his brow wrinkled slightly. On the table next to me, there is still dinner prepared for me.
Unconsciously, my tears have wet my cheeks. I tapped on the door, but my father quickly opened it.
Under the sleepy eyes, I clearly saw that worry, that joy, but I couldn't find the slightest blame. "Dad, I'm sorry, I ..." I choked back tears and whispered.
Without saying anything, dad pulled me to the table and went into the kitchen to help me heat dinner. Later, I heard from my mother that my father was ill and still had a fever, but he insisted on waiting for me to go home.
The food prepared for me has been heated several times. "dad! Dad! " I call from the bottom of my heart.
Looking up at my father, he smiled and watched me eat. I choked again ... I entered high school, and the distance from my father seemed very far away.
However, fatherly love is so real. My father is old, his eyes are wrinkled and his face is full of vicissitudes.
But he is still silently waiting for me, waiting for this home. It was last winter vacation, and there were many things at home.
I have moved, and the house needs to be renovated, which is enough for my father to be busy. Unexpectedly, my mother crashed again, broke her foot and had to lie in bed.
It happened that I didn't live up to expectations, and my instep was scalded with boiling water, resulting in many blisters. I'm beginning to worry, can dad support it? He goes out early and comes home late every day, running around outside, dragging his tired body home, but he still has to take care of one big and one small.
what can I do? However, dad's face didn't show any irritability and panic. Every night after finishing housework and settling down his mother, he will help me pick out blisters. He carefully used a toothpick to help me pick blisters bit by bit for fear of hurting me.
Sometimes I really can't help screaming in pain. Dad will be nervous and ask me how I am.
Sometimes I secretly look up at my father and find that his wrinkles have increased a lot at once, and his nose can't help but be full. Dad, dear dad, I don't know what words to use to express my feelings.
In the misty eyes, I just want to say "Dad, you have worked hard ..." There is a force that makes me burst into tears. Its name is fatherly love.
You're welcome.
4. The article with the theme of "There is a kind of love that makes me cry" Our life is woven by countless kinds of love. For example, parents' broad and inclusive love, such as teachers' investment in imparting knowledge and being a person, such as mutual concern and encouragement among classmates ... every kind of love touches us and is worth cherishing. And there is a kind of love that will eventually make your tears break through the last line of defense in your heart and wet your dried-up heart-that is maternal love.
When you were born, you looked at the fresh world carefully and curiously with big shining eyes. Do you know how much pain your mother endured to bring you into this world?
When you were young, you mumbled the first "mom". Have you seen the happy smile on her face? From babbling to toddler, mom always protects you. Follow closely with patience and love to help you support the space for growth.
You went to school. Every morning, mom gets up earlier than you and prepares a delicious breakfast for you. Every night, mom will wait for you until you fall asleep. She is always so concerned: Are you well-nourished? Have you been bullied? Did the teacher praise you? Can you keep up with your studies? You're getting a little impatient. Maybe you haven't noticed. For a moment, her eyes were a little disappointed and dim.
You have been admitted to the university. You think you've grown up like a real man. You pick up your backpack and say, "Mom, I'm leaving." Mother nodded with tears in her eyes.
You work, you get married, you become a father ... you always get calls from your mother: tell you, tell your wife, tell your children. She seldom urges you to go back, but she always cooks your favorite meal every Sunday.
Mother is always by your side, just like the sun around us. It's just that have you ever, ever thought about loving her and repaying her?
There is a force that makes me burst into tears. Argumentative writing has a power that makes me burst into tears. It's not just onions that make me burst into tears in the world, but also every touch that fills me-the inscription stands in front of the window, and I am moved by the chirp or half-chirp left by birds when they slide by. They pursue their dreams and always like trees enjoying the cool. Ants dragged caterpillars, which explained the magnificence of life and moved me. Although weakness is predestined by heaven, strength is the unique path of spiritual integration between life. I was moved by the memory of petals falling in the air with dew in the wind. Their lives are colorful but short, but their regrets are as beautiful as Venus. When memories and thoughts slowly precipitate over time, I find that the touch between people makes me cry even more. It seems that I have a better understanding of life, and people in Magondeau will die alone. When the once prosperous town was swallowed up by ants; When Ursula, who has been busy all her life, stops working; When Marquez read the oath on the scroll ... a hundred years of reincarnation, a hundred years of strength made me cry when I read the book, and life is a greater book. Reading life, various forces are constantly emerging, which makes you feel that you are in tears. It is because you understand the emptiness in people's hearts in One Hundred Years of Solitude that I shed tears. This understanding is due to the throbbing of our hearts and people in a hundred years of loneliness. This * * * song made me pick the most beautiful flower in the waves of literature and art. The words of the tour guide Wen Wenzhi rang in my ear: "I am a tour guide, save the tourists first" ... "Aunties and uncles, insist, be sure to get out alive!" ..... My heart was touched again, but there was a little burning pain. The kind-hearted flower branch lost its right leg in this way, and its bravery and kindness are undisguised, such as lotus standing in the chaotic secular sludge. My touch is as clear as the beating water drops on the petals of a lotus flower. Because I was moved, I cried when I saw the fiery red wheat and hawthorn-tears for Haizi to leave in that most beautiful season. When he put on black wings and flew to his fiery heaven; When he sings facing the sea and spring blossoms, he will be a happy person from tomorrow; When his body was broken in the whistle, I finally understood a poet's black melancholy, chewed the tragic "One Hundred Years of Solitude" carefully, listened to sincere words, and sincerely blessed Haizi's ideal. I was in tears, and this move made me firmly pursue my life. It may be a moment, but the thinking after moving will be even more shocking. Because I was moved, my growth may not be vigorous. It's not earth-shattering, but every time I feel touched, it washes away my heart like a spring breeze, brushing away a little stain on my heart. Because I was moved, my heart beat with the pulse of moving, and my eyes became clearer and clearer because I shed more tears. Because of touching, tears are the witness of life. When I am alive, there will always be a force that makes me cry. There is a force that makes me burst into tears. I like to sneak out of my bedroom in the dead of night, with my ears connected to my family. Listening to my family's even and peaceful sleep, I can always feel an invisible force pulling me. A warm current hits my heart and makes me cry ... there is a force that makes me cry. I don't know when it started. We don't know how to cry. As for the waves of tears, the experience of impacting our fragile heart dam is even less. However, there is always a force that makes me cry. This is the power of beautiful language. People's life is always much more dull. The vigorous and trivial life often makes me go from ordinary to numb, and my inner softness tends to be rigid. Beautiful words let me once again touch the soul-stirring sacred feelings and dazzling glorious images of paramore's reality. When Hugo used beautiful words to describe how kind Esmeralda helped thirsty quasimodo, he handed a jar of water; When Andersen used beautiful words to describe how the little mermaid gave up love and even life and chose to be a floating foam on the sea, a force that touched the soul made us cry like a flood. There is always a force that makes me burst into tears, and that is the power of beautiful Chinese characters. After nearly 30 years of approaching Chinese characters, I can only be sure of one thing: the beauty and uniqueness of Chinese characters is a landscape that I can't fully appreciate all my life. No matter what kind of words I touch, I feel that when I write "mountain", "Sichuan", "sun" and "moon" into vivid pictures, it can't compete with our beautiful mother tongue; When I break down "good", "beauty" and "home" into vivid symbols; When I embed my name in the poem "Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain", "Heart is like a needle" and "How the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky"-there is always a force that makes me cry like a flood, and there is always a force that makes me cry, that is, the power of beautiful Chinese characters that are gradually leaving us. I am not an antique, but I also appreciate and enjoy the convenience and novelty brought by the Internet, but some of them are unattractive. From "porridge" to "FB" and "TMD", we watched the beautiful China people fade away, so we had to turn our faces away with a sad mood and let the helpless and beautiful words in our hearts drown in tears. Chinese characters are the treasures of human culture, and it is our bounden duty to defend the beauty of Chinese characters. There is always a force that makes me burst into tears and supports my heart. A ship, if it is afraid of wind and waves, will never reach the other side; Humans, if they are afraid of difficulties, will never succeed! There is a force that makes me burst into tears. Even after many years, the power of that bug will always make me cry. It was a night in late spring and early summer, and the resurrected mosquitoes and flies seemed to be asleep.
6. I don't know when to start talking about having the power to make me cry. We don't know how to cry. As for the kind of tears that come in waves like floods and impact our fragile spiritual dam, that kind of experience is even more rare.
However, there is always a force that makes me burst into tears, and that is the power of kind words.
People's life is always much more dull and less energetic. Mediocre and trivial life often makes me go from ordinary to numb, and my heart also goes from soft to hard. And the beautiful words let me touch the thrilling sacred feelings and dazzling images of paramore's reality again. When Hugo used beautiful words to describe how kind Esmeralda helped thirsty quasimodo and handed a can of water; When Andersen used beautiful words to describe how the little mermaid gave up love and even life and chose to become a floating foam on the sea, a force that touched the soul made us cry like a flood.
There is always a force that makes me burst into tears, and that is the power of beautiful Chinese characters.
I have been close to Chinese characters for nearly 30 years, and I can only be sure of one thing: the beauty and uniqueness of Chinese characters are a landscape that I can't fully appreciate all my life. No matter what kind of writing I touch again, I don't think it can compete with our beautiful mother tongue. When I write "mountain", "Sichuan", "sun" and "moon" into vivid pictures; When I break down "good", "beauty" and "home" into vivid symbols; When I embedded my name in the poem "Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain", "My heart is a needle stone" and "How the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven"-there is always a force that makes me burst into tears.
There is always a force that makes me burst into tears, and that is the power of beautiful Chinese characters that are gradually leaving us.
I am not an antique, and I also appreciate and enjoy the convenience and novelty brought by the Internet. However, some unattractive online languages (in fact, some can only be regarded as symbols) make our beautiful China people look vague and even disgusting. From frogs and dinosaurs to the popularity of "MM" and "GG"; From "porridge", "* *" to "FB" and "TMD", we watched the beautiful China people fade away, so we had to turn our faces away sadly and let the tears drown our hearts.
Beautiful writing is the treasure of human culture, and Chinese characters are the pride of China people. Defending her beauty should be our unshirkable insistence.
There is always a force that makes me burst into tears. Let this force support my heart, and I will truly understand the meaning of tears.
7. One thing made me burst into tears (high school composition, about 900 words), and I burst into tears.
"A bow!" With the tragic voice, I bowed deeply, and tears welled up with my inner sadness. Did grandpa just leave?
Grandpa is an honest man, not good at words, always smiling at people, affable and kind to me. When I was a child, I was very playful and especially liked to play with my companions. I often get carried away when I see the gyro spinning rapidly on the ground. As a result, the gyro broke up with me in two days, and my mother stopped buying it for me in a rage. Once I went to grandpa's house and saw grandpa's neighbors and children playing with gyroscopes. I looked at my mother with pleading eyes, but my mother regarded her as an ignorant person. Grandpa smiled and said, "Yifei, come, look, grandpa will make one for you." How about it? " "Really?" Grandpa brought a small piece of wood, a saw and a small axe. Oh! Soon, grandpa really had a wooden gyro in his hand. Although it looks strange, it is well balanced. It's the best gyro I've ever felt in my life. Every time I open it, I seem to see grandpa's cheerful appearance: wrinkles are twisted together, lying quietly on the cane chair, smoking a pipe beautifully, spinning the gyro, and the thick smoke is mixed with grandpa's love! But grandpa, you are lying down now, forever, but the gyro you made still exists.
"Two bows!" The song is more tragic. I am in pain, I am in pain, I am in tears, and my grandfather is still quiet and peaceful.
Grandpa, do you remember that I always liked playing chess with you? You play chess as honestly as your people. You always allow me to regret my chess and let me have some pieces, but you always knock on my head and laugh. I guess I used my brain too much, my stomach began to growl and my nose became pointed. I sneaked into the kitchen, touched a few pieces of braised pork, shared it with me, and was caught by my grandmother from time to time and forced to hand over "stolen goods". You were so cute at that time, several years younger. Now, the smile is gone, and only the situation of fighting between you and me has been lingering between you and me.
"Three bows!" This is the last moment. No, grandpa, my time with you is too short. It's all my fault. I often play and forget to visit you on weekends. Now, now I can't do anything.
Walk slowly beside grandpa for fear of waking you. You are like a sleeping baby, sleeping with the earth forever. This is the last farewell! My mother cried for a long time, jumped in front of my grandfather and held on to the iron fence beside him. Tears raged, everyone pulled, and my mother tried her best to touch my heart. Suddenly everything was quiet, just you and me, grandpa. Did you really leave like this? I still have a lot to say to you, but you have quietly left. At this time, I really understood that "the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it." Ah!
Men don't cry easily, but today I cried a thousand times. Grandpa, is there a warm bed in heaven for you to rest?