A tearful smile 600 words 1 A sweet smile gives happiness; A sweet smile makes people happy; A sweet smile gives hope. ...
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Smile is the most beautiful expression in the world and a beacon of hope built with self-confidence; It is the sunshine of love in the hands of the weak; It is a sweet cheese in the beggar's heart; Cold people melt the fire of icebergs ... I have seen countless people cry and laugh, and every expression of them carries the truest emotion in their hearts: sadness, emotion, joy or excitement ... I still remember it clearly. Moreover, there is an expression that makes me very confused and thoughtful, and I only understand its true meaning until now! In the morning of deep winter, it just cleared up and I was awakened from my sleep. I opened my sleeping eyes and saw my father, waiting for me to get dressed and freshen up. Dad asked me to find him. He didn't say a word for a long time, just looked at me with a happy or sad expression on his face. I was a little depressed, so I said to my father, "Dad, what's wrong with you? What can I do for you? " Dad is still just silent, just staring at me. I'm more confused. I thought it was my father's wound that hurt again, or something uncomfortable ... just when I wanted to ask him, my father said to me, "son, you are old and sensible." You should be filial to your mother in the future, don't let her worry about you, take care of yourself. My brother is still young. There are some things you should let him do. Teach him well and don't let him be so naughty again. Don't be afraid if you encounter any difficulties in your study in the future. Think more about the beautiful friends who support you behind you and have the courage to overcome the difficulties ... "Later, my father smiled at me, and I found a few tears on his smiling face. In this way, my father left with a tearful smile ... I understand that my father's smile means his expectation and blessing to me, and his tears mean his reluctance and helplessness to us. ...
His tearful smile will remain in my heart forever.
A tearful smile 600 words 2 Friendship is a dream in reality, the truth in a dream, and a tearful smile when remembering. -inscription
A little bit of tears, a little bit of thoughts flying, a piece of memories coming. The alumni record is your handsome signature and sincere blessing. I giggled when I watched you solemnly hand it to me. Are we two "like-minded" people going to separate? We smiled faintly, hiding our sadness for each other.
We sang together, but left the microphone and fled in full view; We told jokes that only understood each other, danced for a while, and found that people around us were watching us; We spit on each other, but we don't allow others to bully each other. Every time we quarrel, only I can bully you and touch that young heart. At that time, we laughed innocently and cried painfully.
I came last in the exam, and the teacher kicked me out of the classroom with a straight face. You did not hesitate to stand with me as punishment. At that time, I was crying, and no one treated me better than you. In the sultry summer, we eat cheap ice cream, listen to the songs of the silent king and do our homework together.
Skip classes together, fail classes together. You said that you are my shadow, the ends of the earth, and life and death depend on each other. We were laughing and crying. We are diametrically opposed. I am active and troublesome, but you are quiet. Just for fun, my school uniform was cut. You were afraid that I would be scolded, and you silently changed our school uniforms, but your palms were red. I'm fearless, not for anything else, because you said,
Even if I have no affection, I still have you, and you will be my solid backing, always with me, spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow. After all, I am separated, and I am crying. Don't leave under any circumstances. Don't forget me. I finally understand that separation is such a sad thing. We get along bit by bit and stay at a certain moment in time. We watch each other's figures drift away and become nothingness, but they can't be redeemed.
Maybe one day, when you open the yearbook, look at my handwriting and think of me, you will shed a few tears for me. Time will not last forever, but friendship will last forever.
No matter whether the dream is true or not, friendship is our slightly rising corners of the mouth, and it is a bitterness that we can't hide in retrospect. You once said that as a friend, I hope I have a better life than you. Am I?
A tearful smile What is a tearful smile? I can't tell you how I feel.
I only remember the last sports meeting in primary school. On that day, the sun hung on the horizon, especially dazzling. Even if you hide behind the clouds, you can still see the light. The students' mood is very complicated, and everyone wants to leave no regrets at this last sports meeting.
On that day, I had a game. During my stay, my three best companions came to cheer me on. "You can do it." The sun shines on their hair tips, as if with a touch of Phnom Penh, which is particularly charming. "hmm." I gently responded in my mind. Looking at their familiar faces, I felt a sense of sadness and disappointment from my heart, and a thin layer appeared in my eyes. Some of them lost their eyes, and I walked to the stadium with a smile.
"bang." The gun went off. At the same time, the wind turned away the shouts in the distance, and in the noisy playground, under the dazzling scorching sun, my ears were silent. I can't see or hear anything. I just said to myself, "You have to run even if you cry, because you promised someone else." Shortness of breath, the wind will force tears and runny nose down. I bit my lower lip with my upper teeth, tried to wave my arms, frowned, and my mouth really rose slightly. Whether I laugh or cry, I will finish the race. In the smile, in the sun, my eyes twinkle. Like a pearl across your face. "xxx, we cheer for you, we shout for you ..." I clearly heard the broadcast on the playground. I don't know if it's sweat or tears. I can't stop falling, and I can't tell myself. I tried to smile, but tears crept out. ...
After crossing the finish line, I knelt on the ground and took a deep breath. They are all here. I looked at the familiar playground under my feet and remembered us before. Another graduation season, how reluctant and nostalgic! Thinking about it, the fog covered my eyes and my nose became numb.
I looked up at the sky, tears stopped my eyes and I smiled. "In the beginning, we were all children. In the end, we longed to be angels ..."
Tears slowly stopped, but the smile was still there. In fact, the beautiful feather memory in my heart is still there.
Smiling with tears in 600 words has long forgotten how to laugh, and I have long been used to the days without rainbows. When it rains somewhere in the world coordinate, I say it's my tearful smile.
In my world, I haven't laughed for a long time. The sun still rises and sets every day. I always thought: the sun should be lost! When it waves the glow stick in its hand, it knows that there is a lonely person sighing silently.
Running back and forth between dormitories, classrooms and canteens every day, I feel that I have lived a full life and struggled for that goal. Although the heavy pressure of study makes me breathless, I won't complain about anything, because life is not a happy fairy tale, but a hot melting pot, and real gold is not afraid of fire. Natural selection and survival of the fittest are eternal natural laws, so we should be realistic, don't wait for the arrival of angels, and don't beg for God's mercy.
I sigh because I hate myself. Blame yourself for not having the courage and not realizing what you said. I said I would make myself more confident, but under the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, I feel less confident. I hate living like a shell, because I have never dreamed. I don't know where my road is or what I want to do. I live for others every day.
I like windows without words. Through the windows, the sky is clear. Standing in this transparent window, listening to the sound of quiet night, I want to understand. I know what I should do. So, that night, I finally had a good sleep. I dreamed that I smiled. It was a tearful smile. In the vague sight, I saw hope, the future and my true self.
Some people take their future as a bargaining chip, and they don't know how to have a rainbow or a summer breeze. When they run in the morning light, they can't see the most beautiful sun. I just regard the trip to school as a trip to the backlight. That's backlight. What was the glare of pain at that moment? Facing the hope and the backlight, I feel that the place where my dream exists is right beside me.
A tearful smile is the most beautiful expression in the world and a beacon of expectation built with self-confidence; It is the sunshine of love in the hands of the weak; It is a sweet cheese in the beggar's heart; This is the blazing fire of cold melting iceberg. ...
In the past, I have seen countless people cry and laugh, and every expression of them carries the truest feelings: sadness, emotion, joy or excitement ... I still remember it clearly. Moreover, there is an expression that makes me very confused and thoughtful, and I only understand its true meaning until now!
In the morning of deep winter, it just cleared up and I was awakened from my sleep. I opened my sleeping eyes and saw my father, waiting for me to get dressed and freshen up. Dad asked me to find him. He didn't say a word for a long time, just looked at me with a happy or sad expression on his face. I was a little depressed, so I said to my father, "Dad, what's wrong with you? What can I do for you? " Dad is still just silent, just staring at me. I'm more confused. I thought it was my father's wound that hurt again, or something uncomfortable ... just when I wanted to ask him, my father said to me, "son, you are old and sensible." You should be filial to your mother in the future, don't let her worry about you, and take care of yourself. " My brother is still young at present. There are some things you should let him do, educate him well and don't let him be so naughty again. Don't be afraid of any difficulties you encounter in your study in the future. Think more about your family and friends who support you behind you and have the courage to overcome them ... "After that, my father smiled at me and I found a few tears on his smiling face. In this way, my father left in his tearful smile ... I understand that my father's smile is the expression of his expectation and blessing to me, and his tears are the expression of his reluctance and helplessness to us ... His tearful smile will remain in my heart forever.
Since then, I have suffered from wind and rain, or bathed in sunshine and rain; Whether I climbed to the top of the mountain or was trapped in the abyss of a huge valley, my father's tearful smile could affect my wet mood and erase the unhappy color!
Smile with tears 600 words 6 quietly, the hot summer has left us, and the oncoming autumn is golden. The yard is full of scenes of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers".
Every time the afterglow of the sunset fills the yard, on the way home from school, I can always see an old lady sitting in a wheelchair with her back to me and facing a messy pile of branches.
I was in a particularly good mood that day for fear that she would leave early. A series of ringing bicycle bells were scattered all over the yard. Suddenly, the door creaked open and a man came out of the room. It's her! That old lady. I froze. What kind of face it is: sallow and emaciated, wrinkled and engraved with vicissitudes of life. She murmured, "no, no" and sighed.
"No, it's nothing" I'm confused.
By chance, I heard my parents talking and understood the truth. The old lady is nearly ninety years old, and everyone calls her "Mrs. Zhang" She has five or six children, each of whom has a family and seldom comes back to visit her. Mrs. Zhang loves her granddaughter the most. She scrimped and saved, and used her pension to buy a bicycle for her granddaughter as her birthday present. In the past, my granddaughter often came to see her grandmother, and the ringing bicycle bell echoed throughout the yard. Following the bell, the old lady hurried out and greeted her with a smile. It was her happiest time. But in recent years, my granddaughter has stopped coming. From then on, Mrs. Zhang was lonely and silent, and often sighed.
I suddenly realized.
It turned out that the bell that day made Mrs. Zhang mistake it for a granddaughter. That simple sentence "no, no ……" is a lot of disappointment and yearning!
Another night, I rang Ding's doorbell again. Mrs. Zhang hurried out to have a look, then shook her head and returned disappointed.
I can't stand it.
The next day, after Mrs. Zhang came out, I rushed to her and timidly called "grandma". She was surprised at first, then smiled, and then her eyes were full of tears. Grandma Zhang's face is full of happiness.
Every day after school, I will ring the bell in the whole yard and we will chat together.
I heard that there was a tug-of-war competition, and the whole class was very excited and chattered, hoping to win the championship in one fell swoop.
The next day, students in our class' and (2) held a long-awaited tug-of-war competition on the open playground. Before it started, the two sides had a tense momentum. With a bang, the whistle sounded and the students gave a soft cry. At the same time, the cheers of the cheerleaders were overwhelming. But the other side is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but also "bites" the prey and refuses to let go. The two sides confronted each other nervously. Suddenly, when we tried hard, the red cloth finally crossed the line. ...
We won the first game completely, and we were confident to prepare for the next second game, but it backfired. Because of the failure of the last game, the other side made a comeback to "shame before the bloodbath", so they tried their best. Naturally, they won.
The third game is a game, and everyone is very nervous. The boys glared, while the girls' eyebrows hung upside down, desperate. It started, and the students immediately went into battle. In the cheers of the cheerleaders, the students tried their best. Sweat dripped down their cheeks, and the thick rope clung tightly. The rope seemed to understand our thoughts and came towards us bit by bit. Seeing that the victory was in the bag, everyone relaxed with a smile. Some students have even loosened the rope, and the red line has slowly moved to our side. Ten centimeters ... five centimeters ... just a little short. Suddenly, the other party pulled up the rope with lightning speed. We didn't expect each other to work hard at this time. When we react, there is nothing we can do. ...
After returning to the classroom, everyone cried sadly and the girls' eyes were red. However, we saw the performance of the whole class as one, and we are still proud! We dry our tears and face tomorrow with a smile.
A tearful smile My mother runs a restaurant. She is very busy. She gets up at 5 o'clock every morning and goes to work in the store, and doesn't go home until 12 in the evening. In short, she seldom has free time.
Today is "March 8 Women's Day", which is my mother's holiday. I was moved by "gratitude" and came up with the idea of washing my mother's feet in return for my hardworking mother. In the evening, after my mother closed the shop door and went home, she sat on the sofa and rested. I look tired. By the way, now is a good time to wash my mother's feet. So I rushed to the bathroom, carefully adjusted the water temperature, put the water in the living room, gently put it in front of my mother and said, "Mom, wash your feet." My mother opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at me as if she were looking at rare birds and animals in the zoo. It took me a while to recover and say yes. I helped my mother take off her socks, put her feet in the basin, and carefully massaged her. I repeatedly asked in my mouth, "Is the water temperature ok for my mother?" Is mom comfortable ... "Mother nodded with a smile. Suddenly I touched something hard. I asked my mother, "Why is there such a hard thing under your feet? Let me help you take it off. " Mom smiled and said, "Xiaoqing, that's the calluses that mom walks around every day." "Does it hurt? "I asked affectionately." No pain, just soak in water. "Mom said, smiled again and touched her calluses. My heart thumped, and something sour rushed to my forehead. I plunged into my mother's arms, and my tears came out unwillingly. At this time, I found my mother's eyes moist and a tear fell on my neck. It was cool and cold ... my mother cried, but her mouth was still smiling. I know that my mother's tears are tears of relief, tears of relief, tears of excitement and tears of happiness. I only washed my mother's feet once, and my mother was very excited. No wonder people often say that "if you are poor, you will think about change." I didn't really understand its meaning until now.
Now, I finally understand that adults also need our care. I will always help my parents wash their feet and let the tears of happiness, excitement and relief flow in their hearts forever.
A tearful smile 600 words 9 A sweet smile gives happiness; A sweet smile makes people happy; A sweet smile gives hope. ...
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Smile is the most beautiful expression in the world and a beacon of hope built with self-confidence; It is the sunshine of love in the hands of the weak; It is a sweet cheese in the beggar's heart; This is the blazing fire of cold melting iceberg. ...
I have seen countless people cry and laugh, and every expression of them has the truest emotion: sadness, emotion, joy or excitement ... I still remember it clearly. Moreover, there is an expression that makes me very confused and thoughtful, and I only understand its true meaning until now!
In the morning of deep winter, it just cleared up and I was awakened from my sleep. I opened my sleeping eyes and saw my father, waiting for me to get dressed and freshen up. Dad asked me to find him. He didn't say a word for a long time, just looked at me with a happy or sad expression on his face. I was a little depressed, so I said to my father, "Dad, what's wrong with you? What can I do for you? " Dad is still just silent, just staring at me. I'm more confused. I thought it was my father's wound that hurt again, or something uncomfortable ... just when I wanted to ask him, my father said to me, "son, you are old and sensible." You should be filial to your mother in the future, don't let her worry about you, take care of yourself. My brother is still young. There are some things you should let him do. Teach him well and don't let him be so naughty again. Don't be afraid if you encounter any difficulties in your study in the future. Think more about supporting your family and friends behind your back and be brave enough to overcome them ... "Later, my father smiled at me, and I found a few tears on his smiling face. In this way, my father left in his tearful smile ... I understand that my father's smile is the expression of his expectation and blessing to me, and his tears are the expression of his reluctance and helplessness to us ... His tearful smile will remain in my heart forever.
Since then, I have suffered from wind and rain, or bathed in sunshine and rain; Whether I climbed to the top of the mountain or was trapped in the abyss of a huge valley, my father's tearful smile could affect my wet mood and erase the unhappy color!
A tearful smile 600 words 10 "When a swan dies, it will make the most beautiful song of life." I closed the book quietly and was silent for a long time.
I can't get over it for a long time, just looking out the window, as if everything is still ... my thoughts are rippling, and waves of white waves are swinging in my heart.
It was an ordinary day. ...
In the morning, when the sun appeared from the clouds in the sky, it showed its existence with a little reddish light. People just let their guard down. Trees of all sizes, winding telephone poles and rubbish everywhere on the road have made this beautiful city lose its vitality-there has just been a storm there, and according to my mother, it has been a long time since I saw such a violent storm there.
Walking in the street, I saw a hint of pink in a bag of garbage. When I walked forward, I found it was a pink rose.
The pink rose lay feebly on the rotten banana peel, its branches were stiff and the flowers began to wither. Flowers seem to be added to the branches, which makes people feel unnatural. Perhaps, it is a wild rose, which was blown down there by the storm, or perhaps, it was carefully cared for by its owner and abandoned here in the past. In short, it is a great misfortune.
I was surprised to pick it up, wash its tender body with clear water, go home and find an unused cup, pour some tap water, put it in the cup and put it in the most conspicuous position at home.
Time makes everything magical and full of vitality. I was surprised to find that the pink rose actually grew new branches and didn't die! New branches have sprouted on that dry and wrinkled branch! What surprised me even more was that the flower did not stop withering, but withered even more. Flowers are crumbling, petals turn yellow and will rise and fall with time.
I pressed my forehead tightly against the new branch and listened to its heartbeat. Is it crying? No, maybe ... it's still smiling.
Time is really wonderful, it can dilute everything, and withered flowers may also become indelible scars. However, this new branch is its new life. It will continue to blossom and bear fruit, then blossom and open its own flower of life.
Back to reality, then I looked up at the sky and I saw it. I seem to see a fresh life, smiling with tears in the air.
A tearful smile 600 words 1 1 My mother is always busy, leaving early and returning late. I always feel that she has less free time.
One dark night, before I sat alone in front of the TV, I was enjoying myself when someone knocked at the door. I thought: it should be my mother. I walked to the door happily and opened the door to meet my mother. As soon as my mother came in, she said, "I'm sorry." I got into the kitchen, boiled and kept busy. After dinner, my mother folded her clothes and looked at her busy figure. I want to do something for my mother. So I took the footbath to get hot water and gave it to my mother. My mother looked at it and said, "What is this?" I replied, "Mom, let your daughter wash your feet once!" " "My mother said happily," My daughter has grown up and knows that she loves her mother. "I took off my mother's socks first, and then let her put her feet in the basin. I reached into the water and gently massaged her feet. I also asked softly, "Mom, are you comfortable?" "Comfortable, comfortable." Mom said happily. I was so happy that I continued to massage my mother. Suddenly, I felt something hard under my feet. I asked my mother, "What is this? So hard? "Mom smiled and said," That's an old soil that you often rub when you walk. " "Does it hurt? "I asked with concern." No pain, just soak in water. "My mother answered me with a smile. Looking at my mother's smile and touching the corns on my feet, I suddenly felt my nose sour and my eyes filled with tears. Mother said with concern, "Stop washing the children and go to rest!" " "I stood up slowly and hugged my mother tightly. Suddenly, I felt a tear fall on my neck. I looked up, my mother cried, but there was a smile on her mouth. I said with relief: "
Thank you, my dear daughter. "
After listening to my mother's words, my tears kept flowing, and my heart could not be calm for a long time. I only washed my mother's feet once, and my mother was very excited. How many times did my mother wash my feet when I was growing up? My return to my mother is a drop of water in the long river. In the future, I will always do things for my mother, so that happy smiles often hang on my mother's face and excited tears will always flow in my mother's heart.
A tearful smile 600 words 12 in the dark starry sky, I can't find my own star anymore, maybe she is too! Just like how much she loves me, she can't find a suitable way to love me anymore.
It was a silent night. Where there are brilliant constellations in Australia, there is the Guanghan Palace in Bai Rushuang, and there are faint but warm lights. I think so, too. My heart is extremely desolate. I curled up in the corner and watched the window dyed pale by the dense heating. Continue to remember ...
I think I am poor. I have never had a loving mother. My mother and I are a little distant, and the distance between them is beyond words. The nearest one should be from the Forbidden City in Beijing to the Pamirs. The sun has just risen, but the moon is wearing heavy makeup. From then on, I really fell in love with my mother.
I walked into the house trembling, but suddenly, I looked up and my mother's gloomy face suddenly appeared in front of me. The air seems to have solidified at once. But soon, I moved a little. "Show me the test paper." A calm and serious voice. I took it out slowly and looked at her frowning little by little. I am embarrassed. She put down the paper gently as usual, and I knew another disaster was coming. "Check, a hundred times." It's the same cold voice with almost no feelings. She went into the kitchen again and poured me a glass of water. When my finger touched the cup, I shrank back. When I looked back, I saw her cold eyes and knew I couldn't change them. Picking up the cup, I took a sip, but she ordered me to drink it all at once. A bite, boiling hot water in the mouth, suddenly slipped down the throat. My face was flushed and I was about to vomit, but she took another sip: "You should eat the bitter fruit you planted yourself!" " "Just fourteen words, but let my heart keep beating. Finally, like a volcanic eruption, I rushed into the room just to tell her that I wouldn't be just an extinct volcano forever. ...
In the dark sky, I can't find my Scorpio, but I can't find any other stars. They're like me? Didn't I read her mind?
Laughed. Is it self-mockery? Still understand? Draw a drop of water on the window; I shed a tear in the corner of my eye. I remember, I have a tear mole. ...