I once laughed at a 600-word composition.

I believe many people have laughed, and there are many kinds of smiles: when they do well in the exam, they laugh happily, when they finish their homework, when they can play, when they are happy, when they are happy, and when they eat delicious food.

My first laugh came from my sadness, my first laugh also came from the beauty of my childhood, and my first laugh also came from my efforts. It was a morning, the sun was shining on the green grass, and our family came to this grass for a picnic. I smiled, and my parents came to me with delicious food. I tasted the delicious food carefully, and I was flattered. I smiled again. This is the beauty of family. After lunch, I ran around with balloons. How happy, how beautiful, how wonderful. Suddenly, I was knocked down by a stone companion, and I cried so sadly. Then my parents came to comfort me and told me a joke. I smiled happily again, smiling so sweetly. In the process of laughing, my eyes shed precious tears. Laughter, in the footsteps of our childhood, travels far. It's far. .