She cried when she heard the news.

The baby's cries echoed through the quiet house until morning.

She cries quietly every time she reads that old letter.

A cris lay hidden beneath the floorboards, its blade still gleaming.

Last summer I visited Cris, a quiet village in Daneș, Mureș, Romania, and enjoyed walking through its sunflower fields.

Cris invited everyone to the backyard barbecue on Saturday.

When the vase slipped from her hands, she cried out in surprise.

The city's struggling arts scene, which had cried out for funding for years, finally received support.

Because he cried wolf too often, no one believed him when he really needed help.

She cried off the meeting at the last minute, leaving everyone confused.