Mother's Smile Mother is the greatest and noblest person in the world. I have been bathed in the sunshine of maternal love since I was born. In order to raise me well, she did everything a mother could do. What impressed me the most and made me doubly grateful was my mother's kind and sincere smile. I made progress, and she smiled and praised me; I made a mistake and she criticized me with a smile; When I was complacent, she smiled and threw some cold water on me; When I was decadent and depressed, she smiled and gave me some motivation ... I am a small tree, thriving under the dew of my mother's smile, and I am a small flower, blooming under the warm spring breeze of my mother's smile. I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was nine years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and it was thundering. I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet. The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good. "In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow. When curly hair comes to my hands again and again, an inexplicable feeling always rushes from my heart to my chest. My nose is sour, but I still hold it back for fear that my classmates will see it. The bright red score on the test paper tells me everything. When my mother saw the test paper, she had a long-lost smile on her face. She smiled and said to me, "I fell down and got up by myself." "This sentence has been with me for more than ten years. It gave me strength and promoted my progress. I sincerely thank my mother. In the sunshine, I seem to see a gorgeous halo rising behind my mother, which is a halo that only immortals have in ancient legends. This is the most sacred and inviolable maternal light! For this light, only look up! A glass of water and a piece of sugar. Put the sugar in the water-the sugar seems to have melted and gone. However, a sip is sweet. One person, one world. Only by melting yourself into this world can you make this world full of your taste. Survival of the fittest. Nature has put this law before our eyes countless times, and even we humans are "most suitable" for survival. The fittest is strong. How can an ordinary person stand the contrast between a king and a slave? Delicious food for bile, how can mortals taste it? However, it is precisely because of this that Gou Jian is destined to write a colorful stroke between heaven and earth! He endured the pain and suffering of being a slave and finally stood up where he fell! He is the "fittest", so he is a real strong man! The fittest is a wise man. He was admitted to a university in Beijing from a small northern town with a population of just over 200,000. He used to be afraid of being laughed at as a "hillbilly" and rarely talked to people. She is a native of Beijing, but she feels inferior. Because she is afraid of being laughed at for being fat. In the college physical education exam, she never took part in running, or because she was afraid of being laughed at for being fat. It seems doomed that neither of them can adapt to this society. However, one day he suddenly felt that he couldn't do it casually, and she decided not to be afraid. They began their difficult emergence. Now, he is a famous host of CCTV, and his biggest feature is talkative; And she has also become a celebrity of CCTV, full of words and jokes. His name is Bai, and hers is Bai. -It's them. From the moment they integrated into this world, their lives turned a new page. Everyone who melts himself into this world has a broad heart. They really know themselves and society. They know the difference between being alive and being alive. Therefore, Ba Jin, a centenarian who has experienced many vicissitudes, will always be admired. He used his life to adapt to society, and then made society pure because of his soul. His survival will always make those who sell their souls ashamed. Survival of the fittest, but live aboveboard, not forever. Romain rolland once said: "People should be addicted when they are addicted, persistent when they are persistent, and awake when they are awake. "Only when you really get used to the world, will you really let the world feel your existence. Have you ever tasted yourself from the world? My future is not a dream.
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Continued: Little by little, the years flow in the fireworks, and the time drifts from the sleepless blue sky ... the flowing time is gone forever. Cherish the blooming flowers around you and leave precious memories. Looking back, the new year has come again. With the past thirteen years old and the coming fourteen years old, everything is full of surprises and joy. You never know, you may leave at any moment. The weather will be fine in the future, because I need my color description of the sky. Growing up, laughter and tears coexist, happiness and troubles coexist, and all the tastes are experienced by yourself. When you grow up, you learn to fly strong. There are too many traps on the road, tempting an immature me. Despite the traction of light, there are too many peaks for me to climb one by one. Only you know your own pain, shout out hope, break the wall of tears, and broken bricks are the new foundation. Open the window of the soul and accept the blessing of the air, the music of running water and the wind of fog and snow. The veins of the connected winds show mottled traces. Wipe away unhappiness and look forward to a sunny flower on your head. Where is my front line? Always ask yourself this question. At night, I looked up at the clouds and the curtains of the moon to find my ideal constellation. I have always been confused, and no ideal life is gray. Am I going to be mediocre all my life? Don't! Fate will never let people spend ordinary time. The only thing is to find the starting point of dreams, bid farewell to the weakness of the past and challenge the sadness of rainy nights. I need my own wonderful and colorful to enrich the long journey. Tell yourself that I remember you and walk bravely and proudly until forever. Perhaps, I will never find the lost horizon. But the sleeping rainbow will eventually wake up, and the end will have a new beginning. Every day, we need to follow the rules and make new breakthroughs. You can't kill the leap of thought by yourself. The jumping tree of wisdom is waiting for me to shed quiet tears and reap rich and sweet fruits. The outline of the dream is in the distant horizon, and deep eyes begin to set off. "Young people's ambition is not to worry", through the misty mountain pass, the bud just blooms for me. Skim off the dust, and the water lake will be in your arms. "My future is not a dream, I have lived every minute seriously; My future is not a dream, my heart is full of hope ... "No matter how fierce the fighting ahead is, no matter how heavy the difficulties tomorrow are, I still pursue the melody and rhyme of my efforts with a sincere and selfless heart. When the fog curtain opens slightly, hold on to the beam of sunshine in your hand.
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