That smile changed me.

It's weird. I don't know when it started. I just like a person: I seldom help others and I don't want to ask for help. Even if you get help from others, you will pay them back like a debt. I am worthy of the world, don't let the world lose me. However, these years have occupied my mind, but in the light of that smile, it suddenly became like dust and disappeared without a trace. ...

It was two days of heavy rain, and the cement bridge over the river that I had to go to school every day was washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. This is a bridge built side by side with only two round and slippery pieces of wood; Usually I walk across the bridge empty-handed.

Facing the bridge, I hesitated. There are still 10 minutes before class begins. I picked up my bike and made a decision I couldn't believe: I rode my bike across the wooden bridge. At the beginning of more than ten meters, I walked in an arrogant atmosphere and felt nothing. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately. The rushing river under the Woods makes me dizzy and my legs are getting softer and softer. It seems difficult to support the weight of my body. I don't know how I got to the middle of the wooden bridge. There is only half the distance left, but I can't walk any further. I thought about moving back a little, but I couldn't even turn around. The sound of running water in my ear makes me almost desperate. I tried to throw my bike into the river several times.

I'm moving forward. You can't return it, and neither can I. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly lit up and then gradually left my shoulder. It was a big hand that took the bike from me. At that moment, I really couldn't express my gratitude. I turned my head slowly: it was a strange face full of smiles. Time doesn't allow me to look carefully, only that moment makes me feel that smile is so sincere and lovely!

The car and I finally reached the other shore safely, full of gratitude made me look at that smiling face carefully: my dark skin and narrow eyes could not conceal my sincere eyes. Fine wrinkles crawling around the corner of my eyes, chapped lips slightly open. Ah, an unpretentious farmer in his forties.

What an ordinary smile this is! Ordinary can't be ordinary, but I can't forget it. Let me experience the best things between people for the first time, although it is only a faint smile. For many years, that smile has been buried deep in my heart. I learned to use the same smile to help a fallen child and help push a truck or an umbrella to my classmates. And every time you help others without asking for anything in return and smile at them sincerely, you will truly realize the true meaning and value of the smile buried in your heart. It's not noble, but it makes you proud. Smile, with beautiful feelings, I really can't find the right words to describe it. Maybe this poem will express its meaning:

"Roses with others leave a stronger fragrance!"

Is it true?/You don't say.

Being young is no excuse.

-A letter to my father

Dad:

Sorry, I quarreled with you again today.

You took me on a motorcycle, and the street view on the roadside took a step back like a clip. I know it's getting closer and closer to the examination room. I'm lying on your back, and I'm still trying to recite the test equipment of "good water, good mountain, good island" that you asked me countless times. Is it ready? You never tire of hearing it, but I'm tired of hearing it: "Dad, can you leave me alone?" You are finally silent. Dad, you don't know. I accidentally saw the white sideburns and remembered the hair dye that my mother hid in the cupboard and was about to run out. At that time, I suddenly felt that I was a sinner, a murderer and I murdered your youth. I don't want you to interrupt me to recite those ancient poems, because I don't want to murder your beautiful hopes again.

Dad, you must still be outside the school gate, find a piece of paper discarded by others, sit on the steps and hold a bottle of mineral water until I come out. Dad, I'm sorry! I know that youth is not an excuse; I know that the future road can't go like this; I know I used to be headstrong.

Dad, you must remember that a month ago, I broke the second model student report card and said to you angrily, "It doesn't matter how many points you get!" " "You must remember that a year ago I hid under the covers and didn't go to cram school. You yelled at me, "Don't torture me!" "You must remember that I ran away from home three years ago because you wouldn't let me watch The Windmill. When I looked at the pancakes on the stall and my mouth watered, you held out your warm hand and pulled me away. ...

Dad, you must remember a lot. Dad, you always forgive me. Dad, I was wrong.

Dad, it will be finished in ten minutes.

Dad, I'm going to high school in two months.

Dad, in three years, I will leave my hometown and go to college.

Dad, I will spend my whole life saying, "I'm sorry!" " "Because you wait for me and love me, not just these two hours.

Wish you all the best.

health

Your child is willing to give up the excuse of being young.

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Cheer for yourself.

Life is like a lesson, and I am my best teacher. -inscription

Young eagles are self-motivated, so they have strong flying wings; Seeds encourage themselves, so they have a leafy shade; Flowers are self-encouraging, so there is a graceful figure; I encourage myself because I want to embrace success.

Wandering in the sea of books, I encourage myself. Holding a book and tasting fragrant tea. Robinson and I lived a strong life together on a desert island. Farming, hunting, building houses ... the beauty of life is self-evident. But Robinson firmly believes that one day he will return to his beautiful hometown, which makes me very moved. I am speechless, I understand, I want to cheer for myself, because "since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about seeing the hardships" and cheer for my ideal.

Walking in vilen, I encouraged myself. Holding the green bristlegrass, I hobbled forward. I work hard with bees in the fragrant flowers. Looking for flowers and picking powder to make honey ... the happiness of life is self-evident. But bees work hard, are not afraid of hard work, and always build their own homes happily, which makes me very moved. I was silent, and I felt I had to cheer myself up, because "do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing" encouraged my work.

Chasing music, I encourage myself. Earplugs MP3, humming softly. Zheng Zhihua and I sailed in the stormy waves. Fishing, repairing, singing ... the joy of life is self-evident. But Zheng Zhihua is physically and mentally strong, and I have a taste. I want to cheer myself up, because "when God closes a door for you, he will also open a window for you" to cheer my soul up.

Come to a clear spring, clear your nerves, melt your mind and prepare for a trip.

Pick a cloud, light up your heart, decorate your heart and start traveling.

A piece of red leaves, happy mood, burning soul, enjoy the trip.

Life is like a long and short journey. Get ready, pack your bags and bring the necessary spiritual qualities, no more, no less. Just look straight, raise your head, your lungs are full, drink in the sun and shout to the world, "cheer for yourself."

Cheer for myself, because I have many, many … cheer for myself, because I want to embrace success.

Look for it on the journey

Carrying a bag, I looked for it on the trip. When I came to Yuefei Temple, no one stared at Qin Gui with disdain. When visiting the September 18th Memorial Hall, many people smiled and faced the crimes left by the Japanese army. I got lost in the trip, but I want to find a national hero who belongs to the Chinese nation.

Looking for, because we are afraid of losing; We are looking for it because we urgently need it.

In the middle of winter, I stood in front of the Yuanmingyuan in Beijing. This garden, which embodies the hard work and wisdom of the Chinese nation, is telling visitors the humiliating yesterday and bitter history with the horrible ruins.

Snow White sang a silent elegy and wrote the blood and tears of that nation. No matter how you sing or fall, you can't hide the desolation. In the north wind, in the snow, a few hay, a few stone pillars, just like the soul of our suffering nation.

I can't help tripping in the cold wind. A person without a national soul, how to make the whole nation stand firm, how to make the country stand among the nations of the world?

Touching the broken white marble pillar seems to touch the war of 1860, which is burning and heartbreaking! The British and French powers invaded our motherland, burned magnificent palaces, plundered countless national treasures and trampled on our national soul.

Aren't people who don't have the soul of a nation walking around and being slaughtered?

Perhaps, it is submerged in lamentation, hidden in inferiority, weakened under the iron hoof of the great powers, but it will never die! Our nation will be tempered in the fire, just like an ordinary bird that has experienced the nirvana of fire and will become a fire phoenix!

There is a fire burning in my heart, keep walking, the slogan of Qingdao May 4th Youth "Give me back Qingdao"; The footprint of Ling Xue Red Army in Minshan; Look at Lin Zexu's fire in destroying opium in Humen, Guangdong: isn't this a portrayal of the national soul by listening to the eloquent voice of the European Union's anti-dumping bench?

I finally found it on my trip. Yes, why are there no more foreign forces invading our country? Why is the development of China changing with each passing day? Why is the world-famous Olympic Games about to be held here? Because the Chinese nation is an unyielding nation. It has a self-confident and self-reliant national soul! Poor can't move, rich can't be slutty, and power can't be bent! In suffering, we have created greatness, and we have created brilliance!

I'm looking for it on the trip. In front of the silent ruins, I found the national soul, which will always be the great spiritual strength of our nation. Let's continue to roam in the long river of history and look for lost spiritual wealth. ...