Write a composition with a smile on your face.

What kind of face is that? I dare not mention, imagine or describe it. My face slowly leaned over and gave me a half-open look. My mouth wrinkled and a chrysanthemum rose. A face full of laughter, a face full of ridicule ... I can't remember exactly a few years ago. In that sunny math classroom, I waited with joy for the teacher to announce the exam results. Because I have a clear understanding of my achievements, 100% full. I stared at the teacher's mouth, expecting my honor.

When the teacher reported "full marks!" In a silvery voice. Later, as scheduled, how many pairs of eyes in the class were all brushed together, and I held the test paper with my head held high, admiring and admiring China in my seat. So I saw her sitting in front of me. Her face, which had been quietly just now, slowly turned sideways, her eyes half open, her mouth wrinkled and a chrysanthemum rose. If I am struck by lightning, suddenly the agricultural clouds outside the window make up for it and deposit in my heart, which is airtight. Her smile seemed to say, "You are shameless." I buried my head and recalled the scene of the exam at that time, quietly passing notes to the front seat, secretly and silently. Write the question number and get the correct answer. Ha, I thought it was a secret, but she saw it.

I don't know what kind of expression I am when I see that mocking face. Is it regret? I have never lost sleep for several nights in a row like that. When my head is blank, I will get into a face, which will smile like a smile, but the flower is full of deadly juice. I thought my memory would fade with the passage of time, but then every time I met an exam result or various competitions, a smiling face appeared in the party, and I realized that I couldn't experience such a shameful scene again. Your honor should be won by yourself, and real achievements can be truly proud of it. Maybe now I think of that face again, without the hatred and embarrassment at that time, but every time I think of it, I will tell myself to be a real person. It fills every corner of my life and always warns me not to cross my bottom line.

Countless times, my face slowly turned to me, my eyes were half open and my mouth wrinkled, and a chrysanthemum rose. I can't forget this face. I can't forget that it once told me the meaning of real life.

Writing with a smile (2)

"Spring blossoms", "Spring is full" and "Birds and flowers" ... these words are perfect for Miss Chun. You see, the winter jasmine there is blooming, the spring breeze blows its golden smile, swaying gently in the warm spring breeze, and the yellow spots are so conspicuous and delicate.

Good weather is for enjoyment. I picked up the kite and sprinted outward, desperate to run, "fly!" " Fly! "I am like a cheerful horse, standing and running. Suddenly, a magical force caught the kite. I turned around and saw a tall and straight tree in front of me. I'm so small under the tree, I'm anxious and I'm pulling the wire.

In an instant, a strange footstep came slowly towards me. I slowly raised my head and looked at him curiously. "What's the matter, the kite can't be pulled down?" I looked at the kite and nodded anxiously. Who knows, he slowly spread the medicine outside, picked up the thread that I messed up, raised his hands over his head and kept fiddling with it.

If there hadn't been a kite hanging on the tree, I would have run away. I just stood by. After twenty minutes of hard work, the kite was finally conquered by him. I took the kite. Hesitantly said, "Thank you …" Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, the simplest smile. His eyes narrowed into a crack, and the wrinkles around his eyes hung on his face in a curved way, which was very kind. I smiled at him, turned around and ran home. The spring breeze is blowing head-on, which is very cool.

This smile, like rape in spring, is a little yellow in evergreen trees. On the plain road, it is so conspicuous, so conspicuous.

This smile is so kind and warm in my eyes.

Writing with a smile (3)

In this noisy society, although we all have our own place, most people, like me, are warm and calm on the surface, but in fact they are weak and lonely inside. I am sometimes confused and don't know who I can talk to.

Suddenly very sad, wrote this sentence in the space, as if I got a little comfort in my heart. This is our favorite way of speaking at this time of society, and a few words of comfort. If you ask, why are you so depressed? I don't know how to express it Perhaps Liu's article "Suddenly Sad" can answer many feelings.

Not cynical. Not ashamed or bitter. Not sad at all. It's just a calm sadness that goes deep into the bone marrow.

I have always been a weak person who lacks courage. I tried to explain the misunderstanding, but as soon as I opened my mouth, tears poured out. Vaguely did not say why? When I get home, I will cry alone under the quilt. Such weakness seems impossible to talk about, only knowing that after crying, I still smile and face life.

I suddenly miss my youth. No computer, no cell phone. We always like to write letters. When we are in a normal school, we will write to our friends in our spare time. Write the trivia of life, the bleak future, the confusion in my heart, and the pain of moaning without illness. Writing aimlessly like this seems to have a lot of sadness, but in fact our life is lively and happy. That's what I said. It feels particularly warm.

When you like someone, both lovers and classmates like to tell him their worries through letters. There is no flowery rhetoric, only simple narration, but it can often hold people's hearts, give hope to the future and give strength to life. Reading and writing can often give birth to a faint smile between the eyebrows.

Who said that? I will be your good friend for life, and you can talk to me about your troubles. The dusty letter is still there, but the feelings have changed and people can't open it.

People who love each other will say many sweet words, trivial things, rotten sesame seeds and sweet dreams. Even if your life really has a lot of troubles. It doesn't matter because you have him. He said he would treat you well, cherish you all his life and listen to your complicated and unreasonable moans.

Only when I am really sad, these people who listen attentively will not exist. The glory of the past is now lonely, and the mood is broken.

Let's keep silent, we can enjoy happiness, but who can be sad?