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It's strange that I don't know when I just like to be alone: I rarely help others, and I don't want help from others. Even if you receive help from others, you will repay others as if you were paying off a debt.

I don't live up to the world, and don't let the world live up to me. However, the thoughts that had dominated me for so many years instantly became like a speck of dust in the light of that smile, drifting away without a trace......

It was after two days of heavy rain, and the concrete bridge over the river, which I had to cross every day to go to school, had been washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. It was a bridge made of only two round, smooth logs side by side; Usually I walk across the bridge with my bare hands.

I hesitated in front of the bridge, and I was still 10 minutes away from class. I grabbed my bike and made a decision that even I couldn't believe: I walked over the wooden bridge with my bike on my shoulder.

At the beginning of the dozen meters, I was marching in a high-spirited atmosphere, and I didn't feel anything. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately, and the rushing river under the wood made me dizzy, and my legs became weaker and weaker, as if it was difficult to support the weight of my body anymore. I have no idea how I got to the wooden bridge**.

There was only half the way to go, and I couldn't move my feet anymore. I tried to move back a little bit, but I couldn't even turn around, and the sound of running water in my ears made me almost desperate, and I wanted to throw my bicycle into the river several times.

I can't move forward. When you can't go back. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly became lighter, and then gradually left my shoulder.

It was a big hand that took the bike from my hand. At that moment, I couldn't really express how grateful I was. I slowly turned my head:

It was an unfamiliar face, full of smiles. Time didn't allow me to look closely, but for a moment, I felt that the smile was so sincere and lovely!

The car and I finally arrived safely on the other side, and I was full of gratitude to take a closer look at the smiling face: it was not a dark **, and the squinting eyes could not hide the sincere gaze. Fine wrinkles crawled all over the corners of his eyes, and his chapped lips opened slightly.

Ah, a simple farmer in his 40s.

What an ordinary smile! It couldn't be more ordinary, but it never forgot me, and it made me appreciate the best things between people for the first time, even if it was just a faint smile. That smile has been deeply embedded in my heart for many years, and I have learned to use the same smile to lift a child who has fallen, help push a truck that is struggling to walk, or give an umbrella to a classmate.

And every time when you.

When you help others and smile genuinely, you will truly appreciate the true meaning and value of that smile buried in your heart. It's a taste that isn't sublime, but it's something you can be proud of. Smile, with a beautiful emotion, I really can't find the right words to describe it, maybe this poem will express its meaning:

With people roses, leave a lingering fragrance! ”