He smiled at the composition.

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to writing. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my smiling composition, hoping to help everyone.

One year, during the National Day, my aunt came to my house with a baby and a little brother. At that time, my brother was only four or five months old and looked very small. He has a chubby face, big eyes, a pair of bodhisattva ears and a small mouth. I found that he didn't seem to like laughing very much, so I tried my best to make him laugh, but he never laughed. Later, I tried many ways, but he still didn't laugh. At that time, I was determined to make him laugh.

My aunt seems to have read my mind and told me that such a big child is not easy to be teased. As soon as she finished speaking, my parents next to me said to me: In fact, most of you never laughed when you were a child. Any bigger, you start to laugh a lot. When you were young, we had a way to make you laugh, that is, holding a drum to make you laugh, and the effect was particularly good.

After hearing what my parents said, it suddenly occurred to me that my family now has a rattle. My father bought it when he was on a business trip and brought it back for my sister to play with. So I found it and shook it for a long time, but he still didn't laugh. At this time, he was attracted by a green car toy next to him. He picked it up at once, stuffed it directly into his mouth and played for a while. I started his signature finger sucking action and looked at his cute appearance. I smiled. He saw me laughing like this, his big eyes open and he looked at me innocently. At this time, I shook the drum in my hand again, as if playing hide-and-seek with him. At first, he looked serious and expressionless. After playing for a while, the expression on his face gradually enriched. Slowly, he

I really made such a small child laugh, and I admire myself a little. My little brother laughs louder and louder. I quickly shouted to the adults who were chatting: Come and see! Come and see! My little brother was finally amused by me.

He laughed until composition 2, practiced seventy-two changes, and laughed until eighty-one.

It's late at night, the birds are asleep, the insects are asleep, and the moon has dozed off. Only my cousin under the desk lamp is the enemy of the problem and the companion of moonlight. He is preparing for a major exam-the senior high school entrance examination.

With the increase of student status, he gradually approached a very important exam in his life-the senior high school entrance examination.

With the arrival of the third grade, his happy and lively figure in the past was exchanged for a tired body. Every day, there are mountains of tasks to be completed in the school. I don't know how many times the first joint of the middle finger has been worn out and how many times the rough calluses have been. The degree of the eyes is also increasing one by one. Dark circles have long been woven into the eyes. At a young age, he looks like a tired middle-aged man who lacks exercise. But the results are still not ideal, always wandering in the middle of the grade.

Finally, one day, he plunged into the sea of books and wept bitterly. I pulled him out of the abyss of pain, and he cried to me that all his efforts were in vain. I told him: "your efforts will not be in vain, but the initial effect is not obvious." If Nobel didn't insist on studying bombs, today's weapons would be just some broken spears, guns and shields. How can there be guns and cannons? " Believe me, as long as you work so hard, you will get good grades! "He was silent! He agreed, and began to overcome problems and break through difficulties!

He has been studying day and night since then. Finally, on the day of the senior high school entrance examination, he handed in a satisfactory answer sheet and finally entered high school with a good score of 689.

If you don't know how to suffer, you are a master!

On a sunny Sunday morning, my father took my brother and me to play on the island in the middle of the lake in Tangzhaishan Forest Park. Dad brought a lot of delicious snacks, and my brother and I were very happy.

As soon as I got off the bus, I smelled the fresh breath of nature. My brother spread his hands like a bird. "Fly, fly." As he waved his little hand, he said, his eyes turned into crescent moons, his ears seemed to be infected, and his feet came out with cheerful steps. It's not like I've never been here. I've made him happy, too.

Later, dad took us for a walk on the sidewalk. No one, the lake is quiet. Somehow, there are many mosquitoes buzzing around my brother. My brother accidentally slipped while chasing mosquitoes. In the blink of an eye, his tears swirled in his eyes, as if to flow out when he was not paying attention. His mouth was bent and his nose twitched with the tears that were about to flow out. In less than three seconds, he began to cry, tears streaming down like pearls, crying one after another. Dad quickly comforted him, and I also took out snacks for him to eat. He gradually stopped crying. It's funny to see him with tears streaming down his face and his nose running down and holding on to potato chips without wiping them. I can't help laughing. Unexpectedly, he cried again and said, "Brother is broken, villain." While hitting me with my hand angrily.

My father and I only coaxed each other, and finally he stopped crying after I finished singing, but he looked angry, frowned and pouted, so he could hang a small lantern on it and stare at me maliciously, like a tiger trying to eat me and stomping on the ground with his feet. He is really a master to be taunted.

Later, I told many jokes. He wanted to laugh and stopped, and his mouth rose, but he kept staring at me. Finally, he seemed to be unable to resist. He burst out laughing, opened his mouth wide and tears welled up in his eyes. It seems that he is almost out of breath.

Alas, it is not easy for me to be a brother with such a crying brother!

Last semester, a new classmate came to my class. He was transferred from Henan and his name is Zhao Weiwei. His parents work in Fuyang.

When he first came, he always sat in his seat glumly. When his classmates saw him, he took out his chess and played with Zhao Weiwei. Gradually, Zhao Weiwei became lively and played with his classmates after class.

One day, the teacher announced that he would reach the standard. Zhao Weiwei was in a hurry because his previous school didn't practice how to meet the standards. The students encouraged him and helped him. At noon, my classmates brought me cushions and asked him to practice sit-ups, so I helped him watch the time. At first, Zhao Weiwei could only do a few in a minute, but after a long time of practice, he was finally able to do about 30. Our efforts finally paid off.

We not only help him reach the standard, but also help him study. Because he just transferred from Henan, the textbooks here are different from those in Henan, so he can't keep up with his homework. Students will help him when they meet him. Some will explain difficult problems, some will help him sign up for dictation, and some will help him consolidate his classroom knowledge. A month has passed, and Zhao Weiwei has caught up with a lot of homework. Zhao Weiwei said to us, "Thank you for your help." We all said with one voice, "What is this? We are a big family, and it is right to help each other. " At this moment, Zhao Weiwei shed tears with excitement. We said, "Zhao Weiwei, stop crying. You should be happy with your study and progress. Why are you crying? " Zhao Weiwei said with tears in her eyes, "I was so excited that I cried."

Now that Zhao Weiwei has caught up with his studies, we are all happy for him. A bright smile finally appeared on his face.

He smiled. On the busy street, the laughter of adults, the frolicking sound of children and the hawking sound of vendors are combined into a cheerful sonata, which adds a pleasant atmosphere to the upcoming New Year's Eve.

I was walking down the street, with a small amount of pocket money in my hand, ready to buy something. Suddenly a faint word came out of the corner and caught my attention. "Please, be kind!"

A pair of yellow and thin hands reached out to a well-dressed woman. That is an old beggar, with glassy eyes and shriveled mouth. It seems that he has been hungry for several days. He looked at the woman's disgusting eyes, and after experiencing the nightmare of rejection, he returned to the poor old beggar. "get out of the way." The woman yelled at me, and the sharp reproach hit me straight in the heart.

I saw the old beggar's mouth twitching and his eyelids drooping, as if there were a thousand pounds of stone on it. I looked at the woman in disgust.

I saw a contemptuous expression on her face, and she was a little angry. I was thinking: don't you even want to donate a dollar? Are people and hearts the same, unwilling to give alms just because they are poor? What a snob.

At this time, an angel-like lovely little girl came over, and a silvery voice came into grandpa's ear: "Grandpa gives it to you." She held the old beggar's hand and gave him two dollars. "Take this, grandpa. This is my pocket money. I can buy food. " The little girl's face is still full of moving smiles. Yes, although two yuan can't buy anything, it carries the kindness of the girl. Everyone around her laughed, and grandpa laughed with tears in his eyes.

To this day, I still vaguely remember my grandfather's smile, as if I saw my grandson, treasure and beautiful flowers.

Grandpa's smile reminds me that being a man must be kind and caring. The world still needs truth, goodness and beauty.

He finally smiled.

After class, I habitually went to my friend Jie's desk.

She is crying. Undoubtedly, it was her deskmate who started it. Jay has a scar the size of a coin on his arm, which has just been burned. As Jay's good friend, I hit him twice. Finally, when he was about to go out, I blocked the door to see what he was going to do. As a result, he made fun of me, so I tried to make fun of him. Of course, I hit him. ...

Some people say that he has palm prints on his back and that he is crying. Hehe, how is that possible? How can he cry so easily? Besides, my stroke is not that bad. I can't believe it, but it's true.

So I wrote a note to apologize to him and wrote many articles, but he didn't accept it.

Actually, I didn't really want to hit him. Like him, I was only joking. Who knew things would turn out like that?

I looked at him with a wry smile in my heart. I blame myself for hitting him, and I blame him for not dodging.

It's been almost a month, and Jay and he are still good deskmates. What about me? Jay told me that every time she mentioned me, he would tell her not to say anything. It seems that he really hates me.

"Come on, if you don't forgive, don't forgive. I have many friends with him. " I can only comfort myself like this. From then on, I avoided him because I didn't want to see him, not to mention he didn't want to see me.

By chance, Jay and I came out of the store and met him. He asked Jay to treat him. Of course, that was just a joke. I didn't know he was still talking to me. He smiled and said, "You hit me."

I heard him laughing as soon as I started class, so I couldn't help looking over there: he smiled clearly, but that kind of smile didn't reach my eyes.

Every time I see him smile, I will think to myself: what a fake. Usually he smiles at everyone, but every time I see him, I never smile. But one day,

"Today is April 6, and my parents took me out." Students read their diaries in order in class. He greeted everyone with a smile and cheered them with applause. Although he has a good relationship with everyone in the class, he is not affectionate and always alienated. A classmate went to his seat after reading his diary on the podium. I don't know whether it was a whim or a long-planned pat on his shoulder, but he smiled at him. After that, every time the classmate passed by, he would casually move his things and talk to him. Gradually, they met.

Once after class, he looked worried and his eyes sparkled. When that classmate passed his seat, he dropped his pen and he began to lose his temper. The man smiled and said to him, "I'm sorry!" It's all my fault, don't you think? "

Proud, he picked up a pen and said to the man with a cold face, "Then you can dance or sing."

The man said, "Good." So he twisted the yangko under his gaze and hummed, "I can't fly out, it's a beautiful world."

He smiled when the man kept out of tune. He patted the table with his hand, sometimes looking up and sometimes looking down. At that moment, I saw his eyeful smile and the "giggle" sound overflowing from my heart. That laughter doesn't seem as fake as before. I seem to be infected by him. Looking out of the window, the dazzling sunshine seems to have softened a lot.

That summer, the cicada's voice was louder than any other year, and the branches outside the window grew wildly, but they could not stop the fierce sunshine. At that moment, he seemed to turn into sunshine and never dissipated.

The dearest person is the one who silently supports you with gentle eyes every day. Those watery eyes seem to be beside you ...-Inscription.

He is like a harbor, with warm and gentle elegance, bringing me true friendship; His encouragement thoroughly deepened my ideal and gave me the ability to firmly believe that I would succeed.

Once, I told him what I thought. He knows how difficult my situation is. He tried every means to make me have the spirit to deal with my own setbacks, taught me to treat the situation positively and treat everything with a kind heart, including exams. His encouragement and comfort are my spiritual pillar.

I was in a bad mood the other day. His words seem to have corroded my heart. I can't see everything about him, but his words impressed me deeply. At that moment, I felt helpless and sealed my inner world tightly. Suddenly I felt that I couldn't laugh, only sticky tears. We need the energy of justice to convey our emotions, and there is only time for entertainment.

We are all struggling in our studies. I'm a little better than myself, but more difficult than him. Our progress is different, but I have been comforting myself. Almost every day we support each other. You ask me questions, I test you. I spent most of my time discussing the learning process. My mood is declining, and he is no exception, because he is my little teacher, silently encouraging me to make progress in my heart, but when I encounter difficulties, he is sad and his mood gives me strength.

The rain will always stop, the fog will always disperse in the morning, the rainbow will always shine, and the trees will always sprout and dry up. Until yesterday, his smile filled me with confidence, not because of a cold joke, but because an upcoming exam reflected his true smile from the heart. Although I can't beat Xiao Ran's knowledge, I beat his efforts. As long as you have faith, you can have beautiful and beautiful achievements. This is the smile behind his indifference.