Confident smile

The Indian poet Tagore said: "Flowers are earthy smiles." In the world, every life, every kind of understanding, every time, every time it breaks out, it is worth welcoming us with a smile. If you say that there is a kind of power that can make people confident and full of hopes that are already desperate, then it is a smile!

In the morning, I opened my eyes, and the sun shone through the darkness of the room through the white curtains. A new day begins - the third day of my dance training. The music of the Latin dance is dynamic and has a sense of pleasure. I always can't keep up with the rhythm, squats, leg presses, handstands, etc., and a series of exercises make me exhausted. I practice dance steps one day later, on my body. There are more and more scars and bruises, often blue and purple.

As time went by, I became the current leader from the strangeness of the original and the rhythm. I am about to play, and there is still one month away from the competition time. On this day, I am wearing 5 cm high heels and practicing in the empty dance room. "Hey," the crisp sound was particularly loud in the slightly larger room - my leg was broken.

Fracture, this is equivalent to I can't play, my nephew is gray. Can't play? Then, the sweat and hard work I have been in for two months is not in vain? After paying so much, I was injured at the crucial time. Can I give up so easily? In the strong anti-inflammatory water ward, I curled my knees in the quilt and shed tears. The crystal tears finally couldn't help, spilled my eyes and slipped on the sheets. In a short while, the tears flowed on my side. .

Cried tired, I walked to the bathroom with one foot and washed my face with water. The feeling of cold stimulated my nerves and made me awake. No, I can't give up, can't let the 12 months of hard work. If I give up now, I can only wait another 365 days. The sound of the water stopped, the water drops down the cheeks, and the gray scorpions were bright. In my heart, I secretly promised to "smile and face setbacks". So, my lips swelled slightly, and I outlined the arc of self-confidence. I didn't have any feelings. I was calm and calm, with shallow self-confidence, no irritability, no any. Dejected, like a white jasmine, revealing eight teeth, a confident smile appeared in the mirror.

Smile, just like a stream, soft and quiet; smile, just like the new moon that hangs, bright and bright; smile, just like the tall pine, accumulates all kinds of power. That confident smile brought me unlimited power.

Fifth grade: 13579246810