He smiled at the 450-word composition in grade five (a collection of five articles).

Chapter 1: He smiled. In the fifth grade, when I was in kindergarten, I was chubby and cute, but I couldn't jump rope.

On that day, I decided to jump ten times. I jumped around stupidly, but I didn't take the rope. My grandparents found out and said with a smile, "This child is really cute!" I thought they were laughing at me and cocked their mouths. Hearing the ridicule of others, I couldn't wait to bring the rope, hoping that no one would laugh at me this time. At this moment, I saw several children skipping rope, one jumping much more than the other. I bowed my head sadly and thought, "These children are younger than me, but I can't dance as well as others. Should I give up? " Who can encourage me and give me some confidence? "

After thinking for a long time, I convinced myself and practiced with confidence. I jump slowly, but the rope can't shake my body. Faced with this long rope, I have no choice but to give up.

At this moment, there was a burst of applause and my mother came to me. She smiled and applauded. It turns out that my mother was watching my every move just now! I understood my mother's smile. She told me with a smile and applause: as long as you don't lose heart, you will succeed. I picked up the rope and continued to dance. As a result, I succeeded. ...

That smile is deeply engraved in my heart. Now, I can not only jump 10, but also jump 20, 30, 40 … even 100! I thank my mother for her smile, which gave me strength. That smile let me know that even if there is only a little hope, I can't lose heart. If I work hard, I will succeed!

He smiled and read the composition 450 words On the busy street of grade five, people came and went, and traffic seemed to be preparing for the coming New Year.

Good man, give some money! A pair of yellow hands reached out to a rich man. That's an old beggar, his eyes glazed over, his lips shriveled and his cheeks moved inward. Looking at the woman's disgusting eyes, the nightmare of rejection once returned to the old beggar's mind. Let me go. A sharp reprimand hit my heart, and I think the old beggar thinks so, too! I saw his mouth twitching and his eyelids pulled down, as if there were a thousand pounds of stones pressing on his eyelids. Look at that woman. She looks gorgeous and rich, but in fact she reveals vanity and vulgarity. Looking at her contemptuous expression, I can't help feeling annoyed. Don't I even want to donate a dollar? The same people, the same heart, just poor and rich, and unwilling to give alms?

A man in a suit and tie, like a standing pine tree, strode forward. When the begging eyes fantasized about the man, he immediately became a polite and rude man. He threw away a pile of money and walked away. This looks generous, but it actually reveals an annoying personality. Doesn't this behavior hurt the dignity of beggars? Is the dignity of beggars even rare for dogs?

Grandpa, here is a dollar for you. At this time, my pocket money can buy food. A little girl said, with a touching smile on her face. Although a dollar is not much, it bears the kindness of the little girl. Everyone on the side laughed. It's so touching to have such an angel on earth!

His brow relaxed, his mouth rose, and he smiled!

That thank you was so common and natural that he smiled!

The old beggar touched the little girl's head kindly, and he smiled!

He smiled, so happy.

When I was in the fifth grade, I remember my mother's birthday. I took out all my pocket money and went to the store to buy a gift for my mother that I had been pondering for several days-a flower shirt.

When I came to the store, I looked around and was at a loss. At this time, the assistant aunt asked me, "What do you want to buy, little friend?" "Today is my mother's birthday. I want to buy a flower shirt for my mother. " Aunt smiled and nodded, turned around and carefully picked out a flowered shirt and asked me, "How about this one?" I carefully looked at the white shirt in the assistant aunt's hand, embroidered with several yellow flowers, which looked elegant. I admire my aunt's good eye! So, I happily paid the money and ran home with a flowered shirt!

Panting, I ran into the room and saw my mother busy cooking. I grabbed my mother's hand, pulled it into the bedroom, took out my flowered shirt, presented it with both hands, and said to my mother, "Mom, you have worn this old shirt for a long time and haven't bought a new one. Today is your birthday. I took out all my pocket money and bought you this flowered shirt. Happy birthday! " Mother is very happy with a shirt in her hand. I quickly said, "You try!" Mom wears a floral shirt on her body, which is very suitable and beautiful. Mom smiled happily.

Looking at my mother's happy appearance, I smiled happily! Mom smiled even more brightly!

Chapter four: 450-word composition. He smiled. Although his face is wrinkled, his bright smile is still vivid.

My parents and I went to Wanbang Bookstore that day, and the road was blocked by half. My father had to stop the car and let me walk with my mother. I waited for my father for a few minutes, and I looked around. At this moment, a beggar came into view. He is disabled in the lower body and can't walk, but he has a bag on his shoulder. His clothes are torn and smelly. As soon as the children saw it, they held their noses and ran away.

He is a beggar. He came to a crowded street, chose a shop door, stopped, took out a worn-out speaker from his broken bag and sang along with the music. Although his voice is not as euphemistic as that of a singer, it is also very powerful and attracts many people to watch. After each song, he took out a bottle of water to drink a few mouthfuls, looked at the coins in his shabby bowl and sang it again.

Just then, a child came running, bent down, put his only one yuan into the bowl, stood up and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled at the children and the crowd. This kind of smile is different from the humble smile of kneeling on the ground and begging. That is a smile of relief, a smile of success.

That smile melted everyone and let us know that although he is a beggar, he is a beggar with backbone.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes shone, his tight face relaxed and bowed to the little girl and everyone.

Chapter 5: He smiled and stood at the beginning of the fifth grade runway, watching the white line on the runway extend into the distance. The distance of 800 meters is fixed in his mind and has never changed, which makes him afraid to succeed.

He knows nothing about long-distance running, but as his friend, I can easily run to the finish line. However, this wonderful teacher insisted on choosing an event that she was not good at during our sports meeting, so she tragically entered the 800-meter long-distance running group.

I have been watching the game because I don't trust him. He was doing warm-up activities, frowning and looking depressed, so I went over and said, "It doesn't matter, winning or losing doesn't matter, as long as you insist on running to the finish line, you are a hero!" If it really doesn't work, I will lay down my life to accompany the gentleman! " Seeing my smirk and indifference, he nodded and agreed, "well, you can run with me, so maybe you can stick to it!" " "Say that finish this sentence, his eyes finally lit up a little fighting spirit.

The whistle sounded and he began a difficult journey. With my company and encouragement, he easily completed the first lap, 400 meters.

The second lap of 800 meters is undoubtedly a great difficulty. I don't feel too tired, but he can't. His legs are weak and he has some difficulty breathing. As you can see, he ran very tired. I encouraged him: "There are only half a lap left. Success belongs to the persevering. We must persist! "

Seeing that there is only 50 meters left, his hidden small universe finally broke out at this moment, suddenly speeding up the pace and rushing forward, near, near and getting closer! Finally, he broke the finish line, and he finally smiled.

Yes, he finally smiled! He finally broke through the difficulty of 800 meters.