What does it feel like to cry out loud on the street

First: I feel helpless and helpless.

Second: When I calm down, I still feel a little embarrassed, after all, on a street with a lot of pedestrians.

I guess it was when I went to Japan to study, I said goodbye to my family and lovers and went to the departure hall alone, found a place to sit down, and before I knew it, tears flowed. I remember that a very intellectual sister across from me had been looking at me very gently, but I cried like a fool and didn't want others to see it. Arrived early, so waited for an hour, when boarding the plane finally stopped, but the eyes swollen into a dog, if foreseeable I must have chosen to wear sunglasses, because the young lady who checked the ticket looked at me in horror, and then the plane took off I began to cry again, and finally because of the first time I took the plane, my ears were so blocked that I was scared to cry, I thought I was deaf because I shed too many tears, and then I forgot my sadness for the time being because the plane meal was good.

That year, I came back to repeat my sophomore year of high school, and on the way to class, she came to my class, gave me a thick notebook, and left. I opened the notebook, and it was her diary, almost every one of which recorded how my mother had dealt with her by pointing at her and scolding her. I took a break from school that year, and when the school year was about to start, they detained me in the store to help, and even when the school year started, they didn't want to let me go back.

She was a year older than me and had to give up her low-hanging fruit college life for family reasons. She decided to replace me so that I could go back to school, and many people joked with my parents that my son was back to school and my daughter-in-law came to help. I was 17 and she was 18.

She ignored the gossip until she couldn't stand her mother's torment and chose to leave. On the last page, it is written that this is the end of the friendship with me, and there is no need to communicate with each other in the future. I stood up trembling and told the teacher that I had something to go out, and then ran like crazy to the school gate, and the security guards couldn't stop me.

Luckily, I found her at the station, and she was queuing up to get on the bus, and I yelled at my sister and then crouched down and buried my head between my legs and cried. She crouched down and hugged me and cried with me.

Crying on the street must have been a particularly sad encounter.

My Christmas passed in a cramped office in the dark, and I prepared the most exquisite peace fruit for everyone in my class, but I received none that day, not a single one. I came out of the office at ten o'clock in the evening, and on the way back to the dorm I called my then-boyfriend **, I really needed a little comfort from him, even a little, was enough to get me out of all the negativity. But before I could even tell him what I had done that day, he interrupted me impatiently, and said, "You are all self-inflicted."

I was speechless at that moment. I don't know when I hung up ** or when I started crying. Anyway, when I came back to my senses, I was crying loudly downstairs in my bedroom.

I once cried for an hour in front of a public seat in the subway. Coming out of the library door, it still hasn't rained. I held an unnecessary transparent umbrella and slowly walked towards the MRT station.

I couldn't stop crying. My paper to wipe my tears and blow my nose was completely gone, and I began to sob, trying to hold back the physiological water. At this time, the woman in red in front of me stuffed me with a pack of tissues, and I cried and said "thank you", but the blur of myopia and tears made it difficult for me to see her face.

I couldn't stop crying.

My first boyfriend, who had been together for almost five years, suddenly told me that he was in love with someone else and informed me that I had been broken up. My best friend and her boyfriend came to the city to stay with me, and my tears flowed uncontrollably from the moment I heard my ex-boyfriend tell him to leave. At that time, walking on the city's most prosperous commercial street, people came and went.

I don't care about any of my image anymore, and I don't care about the strange eyes of passers-by, so I silently shed tears, and now that I think about it, that look must be very stupid and ugly.

High school. The first Chinese class just rang the class bell, the Chinese teacher hasn't come yet, my dad called me a**, under normal circumstances, I won't answer ** after class, I will only reply to the text message saying that there is something to say after class. However, that day I picked up **, my dad said that my mom was hit by soot (that is, carbon monoxide poisoning), I was directly stunned, and quickly took the change to ask the head teacher for leave.

From the time I got on the bus at half past nine to half past eleven at the station, I cried for two hours, during which I called my relatives at home and asked why they didn't take them to the hospital, and everyone said that the ambulance came and it was no longer saved.

Last year, I participated in the recruitment of a Fortune 500 central enterprise, a position in the human resources department of a regional branch, and the interviewer sent me away on the ridiculous reason that the office was full of girls and wanted to recruit a boy. On the subway back, I couldn't help crying. Sitting in the corner, all the tissues were given to another boy during the interview, so he cried quietly with his head down and his hands over his face, and then ran to the toilet to wash his face and calm down.

On the night I was separated, I walked alone on the streets of Beijing in the middle of the night. Burst into tears. It was my second week in Beijing, and I had no scruples. All my expectations for Beijing shattered at that moment.

It was so sad that I couldn't express the pain in my heart in words, and I just wanted to vent my emotions.

The moments that touch people's inner emotions are touching and sadIt makes people cry, there are the following scenes:

1. Dad said to me: Don't tell me about the unhappiness between you and your husband when you get married in the future, because you will forgive him after all, but I won't.

2. Before the caesarean section, the doctor said to let the family give me a basin of water to wash my feet, my dad gave me water, squatted down to wash my feet, and looked at my father's clear grip and regretted the top of his head, but my tears came down, after giving birth my dad saw the child, cried, turned to my mother and said: I replied that my daughter has suffered.

3. Once I was nagging at my mother, I yelled at my mother in the bathroom, and after yelling, I found that there was no sound, so I secretly looked out behind the door and glanced at the front of the skin, and found that my mother was wiping the table with her back to me without saying a word, and the tears fell from my mother's back, and I made up my mind not to talk back to her anymore, I love her.

4. Dreaming of him (her), waking up and thinking of him (her), rummaging through his (her) Weibo circle of friends but not liking him/her, telling myself countless times that I forgot him (her), but I want to be with him (her), even if it is only enough for a minute.

5. Parents are getting older and older, but they don't have the ability to make them proud.

6. Looking at the previous **, some things can never go back, and the person I miss the most has not come back.

I'm actually a very strong girl, living so big, I rarely cry, there are very few times when I really shed tears, only a handful, the number of times I cried can be counted with one hand, but just when I failed the college entrance examination, I cried, really cried, just sat in front of the computer that was checking the results, and the tears fell by themselves, feeling that my efforts in the past three years were in vain, feeling that I was useless, feeling that I was already a dead person, and feeling that I was no different from a waste, Why did I have to be so confident at the beginning, why didn't I work hard at the beginning, why I was playing while others were studying, what's the use of crying now, what's the use of complaining.

The reason why we cry is not mainly because of poor grades, poor grades are inevitable, we don't work hard, why do we think that pie will fall from the sky. The reason why I cry is because I feel that I have disappointed my parents, they gave birth to me and raised me, hoping that I can get ahead, but I didn't even look at my family, I didn't look at my background, I didn't even look at my own exam, I cried and disappointed them, I regretted it, I felt sorry for them, I felt guilty.

At this time, they also asked me, how is the college entrance examination, whether I have been admitted to the university of my choice, I can't say, I don't dare to say, I'm just crying, they are nervous when I cry, and they will comfort me, it doesn't matter if I can't pass the exam, it's good to work hard, this gives me more pressure, I feel more guilty, and I feel sorry for them, such excellent parents, why did they give birth to a waste daughter like me, they are so good to me, what do I give them in return, I don't deserve it, I really don't deserve them to be so good to me.

I began to refuse to communicate with them, and began to close myself off, and they kept persuading me to make me want to open up, yes, I also want to open up, but I just couldn't think of what to do, this is a hurdle that I can't cross in my heart.

I had the experience of crying bitterly. It was when I was out of love, and I cried secretly in the bed alone one night, and I didn't dare to let others know. This feeling was really uncomfortable, and I was crying with a handful of snot and tears.

When I look back on it later, I realize how stupid I am, if I lose, I will lose, there is no big deal, I must face tomorrow positively, and I must have confidence in life.

I have had my own time, I fell out of love, I cried until I hiccuped when I chatted with my friends, and I cried bitterly when I saw my friends. When I thought of the person I liked, I wanted to accompany him but was not around, and suddenly I burst into tears, and when I heard a song and saw a passage, that person's face suddenly came to mind, and I couldn't control my tears and thoughts, and I couldn't find someone to talk to, because words couldn't describe my mood at that time.

I remember when I first remembered, there was a big change in our family, which made our originally happy family become immersed in pain every day. That accident was in a car accident my brother who was nine years older than me lost both legs, at that time our family spent all their savings on my brother **, and also owed a lot of money to others, I was very young at that time, and I had no grandparents, so my parents had to send me to relatives or neighbors for foster care. I cried bitterly at that time.

My friend is out of love, I just want to listen to her cry quietly on the other end of the **, she will spit out bitterness with you, and then, crying until the sky is dark, I feel that I have experienced the ups and downs of life, but, I may have met a sand sculpture lovelorn friend, they just finished crying, and the beautiful girl who is full of vitality will come back tomorrow.

I cried bitterly, only for the sake of my family. The night my grandfather died, I cried so much that no one dared to touch me. The thought that I would not have a grandfather in the future made my heart ache to death.

I'll never see him again. I lost my loved one for the first time in my life, and the person who loved me the most, I really couldn't bear it. There seems to be no other way to vent than crying.

He loves me so much and I love him too.

I cried on my way to the gym after my first love broke up, completely uncontrollable. Passers-by who don't know think what happened, and when they think that she really left themselves, they can't accept it, they can't admit it, and they have a lot of helplessness. This feeling is only known to be uncomfortable until you have experienced it.

I was naïve enough to think if she could see my sadness. In fact, I slowly convinced myself that it was her right not to love you!

I remember when I first separated from my first love, I was really sad, I talked about it for nearly two years, the longer the time, the more sincerity I paid, and I did a lot of things for him, but in the end I couldn't go to the end, in fact, the breakup was often planned for a long time, because of the small things pressed in my heart, I didn't communicate in time, I drank sadly when I separated, and I woke up in the middle of the night with a wet pillow.

If you fall out of love, pain is a very normal phenomenon, because losing a person also loses some of the past support and some good things. I've been in pain, too, but because of myself. At that time, it was after the college entrance examination, and I felt that my college entrance examination was not ideal, so I cried for a long time that day.

But then I realized that it wasn't going to change my results, so I started again and prepared to come back for another year.

In fact, relatively speaking, I did have the painful experience of those teachers and students, and that was my way, because the myocardial infarction suddenly left us, such a thing, he would not suddenly have no preparation, no defense, and his heart was really very painful, and he originally wanted to be filial to his family, but he didn't have such an opportunity.

I also had the experience of making me cry, I used to like her very much, we got along together for a few years, what a wonderful time, tomorrow will be inseparable, but how can there be such a happy thing in life, close to graduating from college, choosing a different work unit, and gradually began to be estranged.

Crying out loud, idiom. Weeping bitterly because of excessive grief.

From Qing Wenkang's "The Legend of Children's Heroes".

Your question may be a reflection of your current mood, and I think it is a desire to cry without tears.

I couldn't help but cry out loud.