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The smile remains.

Smile is a beautiful **, which makes people feel refreshed; A smile is a beautiful landscape that is intoxicating; Smile is a kind and understandable language that makes people open up; A smile is also the most beautiful expression in the world.

A smile is so magical, it bridges the gap between people, it can encourage people when they are in trouble, it symbolizes tolerance and understanding, and it also means sincerity and kindness. I remember hearing such a story when I was a child: once upon a time there was a thief, he lost his parents when he was a child, and no one ever cared about him, so when he grew up, he vowed to be a thief to punish people's indifference.

One day, he opened the window and came to a kitchen, and was about to start stealing, a little girl pushed the door in, she saw him standing there, her face was full of surprise, he thought that the little girl would scream next, just as he took a step forward and wanted to cover the little girl's mouth, the little girl smiled: "Uncle, are you hungry, we have delicious food at home, but there are only vegetables in the kitchen, but there are cakes in the cabinet, hehe." He was stunned, he had been living in people's spurning and disdain since he was a child, and he had never seen anyone show such a beautiful expression to him, he suddenly felt guilty about what he had done, and he felt unprecedented disgust for stealing, so he did not wait for the little girl to react, and escaped through the window, since then, he has changed his mind, to be a good person, and always smiles at others, he said to let others infect his own happiness, and treat others with love.

Yes, how beautiful a smile is, it can open people's kind side, can convey care and love, smile at enmity, smile to face setbacks, feel happiness, taste the love of the world, so that you will find that the world is so beautiful, the largest area on the earth is the ocean, bigger than the ocean is the sky, bigger than the sky is the human heart, let the heart smile, smile to face life.

Lose to get or still wait.

What can't be picked up is always the lost fragments of language.

Graduating from primary school is imminent, and there are some things that are truly lost.

Elementary school graduation is approaching, and there are some things that may be close to getting.

What is lost is heavy memories, reluctant friendships, classrooms that have been accustomed to, tireless teachers, and ......Memories, memories that can't be returned.

What I lost was the traces of my friends playing happily beside me, how much I wanted to see my friend's red face again, how much I wanted to touch the desk again, how much I wanted to listen to the endless whiffing of my dead friend, how much I wanted to hug my friend's warm heart again, how much I thought, one more minute, I would use 59 seconds to look at you silently, and in the last second, I hope I can turn around in a chic way and cry at the moment of turning.

What I got was a strange middle school life, a strange environment, unfamiliar classmates, unfamiliar teachers, and unfamiliar faces ......What else? If I could, I would be willing to exchange everything unfamiliar for the familiar! I do, I do!

A willingness from the heart, a willingness to think without thinking!!

However, not only does time fly by, but it does not give anyone extra time, even if others think it is not superfluous. The love is sad, the tea is fading, and the bleak years are still wandering: who knows the worries of the landscape?

Who knows the sun and the moon? We're just a little more gray in our souls. Is it really that hard to go back to childhood?

Gripping the pale air with your hand, there is indeed a feeling of hardness, powerless to get rid of, that is, to control human time?

There were days when I hurt myself by running away, maybe I was enjoying the silence of a person, or maybe I was waiting for a spiritual calling. For a promise, for a kind of expectation, I crossed the confusion, although it was really difficult, so helpless, and it was still an indelible pain after coming back, but I knew the weight of waiting.

Wait, wait for the fulfillment of the vow of a lifetime of friendship. But time is still flying, and the day of graduating from elementary school is getting closer and closer. I suddenly wanted to ask myself

Is friendship really possible for a lifetime? The days to come are still confused, the world is so big, so dark, so black, can we still grope our way to touch each other's hands? In the future, which is unreachable and even unimaginable, will there still be my beloved friend?

Perhaps, a lifelong friendship is impossible, but, I would rather be stupid and pretend not to know, I would rather be stupid to lie to myself, than to touch, sad.

Lost and gained, mixed with, friendship waiting.

The heart is still aching.

The truth is still there.

There is true love everywhere in the world - nostalgia is still there.

In the midst of busyness and useless sighs, the days gently slipped through the sleeves of the ears and sideburns. Walking through the streets and alleys of the city, high-rise buildings, flashing lights, shop windows refurbished with seasonal fashions, crowds like ants, passing by unfamiliar faces. The city marches in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, while the affinity and trust of life, the contamination and integration of nature, are gradually drifting away.

Living in green crops and red brick houses, I used to think that this was my world, my paradise. Carefree, happily growing up under this rainless sky. The flower season was sent away, the rainy season was ushered in, and I also embarked on the journey of studying in a different place.

Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowd and the endless stream of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant. Sometimes, the storm of the day rests, and the heavy night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the night slowly falling outside the window, getting thicker and thicker. I didn't want to turn on the lights, just sat quietly in loneliness, and longed for the barking of dogs in the distant village, the croaking of frogs, and the crowing of crickets, swinging from the sky, faintly stirring up the thoughts in my heart, and the hometown that I thought about day and night gradually approached, becoming more and more abundant and clear.

The village is not big, but because there is water and grass, houses and cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, honest and hearty villagers, and children who can tie bird cages and catch grasshoppers, it is so vivid and interesting. That's why it's a memory that I'll never forget. Run around the high and low villages without knocking on the wrong door.

Although each house is similar, it is also clearly distinguished by some differences. This family's morning glory is crawling all over the wooden cane, and the red pepper of that house hangs from the eaves. Each family's small garden is well organized, and all kinds of vegetables are cultivated in ridges, and the vines rise and bloom into a small flower.

The small garden is covered with green, and what overflows is the true taste and hope of life.

The small village is moistened by the mountains and rivers, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green trees and firewood. And the simplicity and kindness of the folks here make the creatures of the earth willing to live with them. Every year in the warm spring, the swallows fly in and build a nest in the mud under the eaves of the farmhouse, and the picture is harmonious and moving:

The family sat together at the usual dinner, while the swallows murmured overhead, and sometimes flew diagonally past the people, leaving a beautiful silhouette. A calm and tranquil life makes the texture of life more pure and transparent.

Nowadays, in the face of this huge city and the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I miss my hometown more and more. I miss the tranquility and simplicity there, and I miss the freshness and cleanliness there. So, faintly with a trace of regret, why the treasured everything, when the straight road was ordinary, suddenly looking back, tears filled the eyes?

I'm still smiling.

Life doesn't owe us anything, so there's no need to keep a bitter face. We should be grateful for life, at least, it gives us life and gives us space to survive.

Smile is an attitude towards life, and it is not necessarily related to wealth and poverty, status, and situation. A rich man may be worried all day long, while a poor man may be in a good mood: a disabled person may be calm and optimistic; A person who is in a good situation may be frowning, and a person in adversity may be smiling and ......

It is normal for a person's emotions to be affected by the environment, but if you have a bitter face and a bitter and hateful look, there will be no change in the situation, on the contrary, if you live with a smile, it will increase affinity, others will be more willing to associate with you, and you will get more opportunities.

Only people who have sunshine in their hearts can feel the sunshine of reality, if even they are often bitter, how good is life? Life is always a mirror, reflecting our image, when we cry, life is crying, when we smile, life is also smiling.

The smile comes from the heart, neither humble nor arrogant, neither a fool of the weak, nor a flattery of the strong. The smile of flattery is a smirk, and the mask does not last long, and when given the opportunity, they will remove the mask and reveal their true face.

Smiling has no purpose, whether it is to the boss or to the doorman, the smile is the same, the smile is the respect for others, and at the same time it is the respect for life. The smile is there"Returns"Relationships are like the balance of forces in physics, how you do to others, others will do to you, and the more you smile at others, the more they will smile at you.

After being misinterpreted by others, you can choose to be angry or choose to smile, usually the power of a smile will be greater, because a smile will shake the other person's heart, and the open-mindedness revealed makes the other person feel small and ugly.

Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid. Sometimes too many explanations and arguments are unnecessary. Give him a smile to those who are vexatious and deliberately slanderous, and time will tell the rest.

So, I'm still smiling.