She cried when she heard the news.

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

She cries quietly every time she reads that old letter.

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

Cris invited everyone to the backyard barbecue on Saturday.

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

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.

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.