I was blinded and burst into tears.

I was alone in the corner rubbing my eyes, thinking in my heart that I would not just cry under the pretense of this wind and sand, and express the negative emotions in my heart, but I couldn't cry out loud because of the sand in my eyes, so I had to shed a few tears and fool the past.

Many times, I want to say to myself, give yourself a space, very small, and then it is better to cry silently in the middle of the night, without disturbing others, and the tears that flow are the most bitter.

In fact, at this time, I don't have that kind of sadness worth expressing, so I can't write tear-jerking sentences, maybe my recent life is too plain and easy, so that I forgot the pain I had, only to find that I was so easy to satisfy, a meter of sunshine, drove away all the darkness.

But suffering is still suffering, after experiencing it, I don't feel so bitter, at least I have survived, I can openly say that I have experienced some kind of suffering, or I can quietly recall the past and shed a few tears.

Thinking about it a little, it's probably been a long time since I've secretly cried alone, and there are sadness, but not crying.

What is worth crying about, as I get older, there are fewer and fewer things worth crying about.

Probably I cry because of bitterness and love, bitterness is the bitterness of life, but the bitter life is actually inseparable from love, family affection and love, the topic of eternal times, the beauty of praise and yearning.

I experienced a very ethereal feeling, and that was the feeling of love, from my mother, my sister, and the person I used to be. Compared with the love given by the family, the biggest difference between the mother and the sister comes from the angle, one is care, the other is companionship, but these come very slowly, do not taste carefully, you may not feel it, like the previous mention of a separation with my sister, the night before, we quarreled because of a trivial matter, but because of a word of reconciliation, she has never been sensible earlier than me, I think she understands, I also understand, that is love. Of course, these mother's love may be a little simpler than that, because my mother is more traditional most of the time, but the love she gave me is irreplaceable.

After saying this, let's talk about the former lover, the shyness when they first met, the madness of love, and the pain of breaking up, every paragraph is worth remembering, there are bitter and sweet, and it is no exaggeration to shed a few tears, otherwise it can only be said that it is not called love.

I may say so much that it doesn't match my topic, but love has tears, whether it is tears of happiness or tears of bitterness.

Crying is also an expression of love, but that love may be a little heavy, how can there be no few tears in life.

When I cry, please don't laugh at me, don't persuade me, I want to cry alone for a while, just for a while.