Your smile, I will always remember

Essay 1: "Selected Essays: Your Laughter, I'll Always Remember" 900 words

Your Laughter, I'll Always Remember

In my memory, there is a teacher who doesn't smile, and that's Mr. Liao, who teaches me art in elementary school.

Mr. Liao is more than fifty years old, not too tall, his eyebrows are black and thick, long and crowded together and drooping downward,, a pair of large, black eyes, shining. He always had his lips tightly closed and never smiled. As soon as you see him, you will guess that he is a tense face all day, very strict teacher. The teacher is very responsible for his work, and those students who don't like to finish their homework don't have the chance to slip through his eyes. Maybe it's because he's so responsible, or maybe it's because he's so tough looking, that almost everyone at school is afraid of him. Mr. Liao pushed open the door of our classroom, and the classroom was silent as the students stared at the teacher with their eyes wide open, and the classroom was so quiet that the air seemed to have frozen. Mr. Liao walked up to the podium and turned his back, picked up the chalk just about to write something, and then stopped, "Do you know the teacher," he slowly turned around and said very sternly, "In this art class, I'm going to ask you to use the art techniques you've learned to draw me and write a sentence to describe me. " I really did not expect this art class so on, the dull classroom immediately active, everyone talking, then only heard Mr. Liao "hmmm" a sound, the students immediately returned to quiet, began to paint. How to draw? I stared at the teacher for a long time with round eyes, my mind like a movie appeared a picture?

It was in the first grade, I participated in the painting competition organized by the school, a small me with a big backpack, timidly came to the classroom, could not find a seat, it was Mr. Liao pulled me, led me to the table, brought a chair, said "do not be afraid". My nervousness was relieved. I took out a pen and ink, connected to the water, and quickly drew a picture of a clear pool, with beautiful lotus flowers standing in a pavilion, and a few tadpoles swimming freely in the water. While I was drawing, Mr. Liao walked to me from time to time

and nodded? Painting finished, the teacher asked me to pour out the brush water, and help me load the bag, with the help of the teacher, the competition I won the second place, my mood inexplicable joy, Mr. Liao in the school in addition to teaching art classes, but also the school's "cosmetologist", he manages the school's flowers ah grass, ah, the campus dressed up especially beautiful. The flowers, every morning, will raise their smiling faces to greet the students.

Thinking about it, my hand unconsciously to draw up, but I looked at the painting stunned, this is Mr. Liao, his kind face has two curved eyebrows, squinting a pair of smiling eyes, looking at me kindly, mouth grinning a slit, the corners of the mouth, there are two dimples, I gently picked up the painting and examined it, and thought about it, and wrote a sentence, "Teacher, you're like a painting, often smile, the same as a smile, the same as a smile, the same as a smile, a smile, a smile, a smile, a smile. I put my work on the desk, the teacher came over and looked through the students' works one by one, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, suddenly, he picked up my painting, my heart was pounding, my eyes looked straight at his face. Ha ~ look, Mr. Liao smiled.

Essay 2: "[Excellent Essay] Your Smile, I'll Always Remember" 900 words

In my memory, there is a teacher who doesn't smile, and that's Mr. Liao, who taught me art in elementary school.

Mr. Liao is more than fifty years old, not too tall, his eyebrows are black and thick, long and crowded together and drooping downward,, a pair of large, black eyes, shining. He always had his lips tightly closed and never smiled. As soon as you see him, you will guess that he is a tense face all day, very strict teacher. The teacher is very responsible for his work, and those students who don't like to finish their homework don't have the chance to slip through his eyes. Maybe it's because he's so responsible, or maybe it's because he's so tough looking, that almost everyone at school is afraid of him. Mr. Liao pushed open the door of our classroom, and the classroom was silent as the students stared at the teacher with their eyes wide open, and the classroom was so quiet that the air seemed to have frozen. Mr. Liao walked up to the podium and turned his back, picked up the chalk just about to write something, and then stopped, ? "Do you guys understand the teacher?" He slowly turned around and said very sternly, "In this art class, I ask you to use the art techniques you have learned to draw me and write a sentence to describe me." I really did not expect this art class so on, the dull classroom immediately active, everyone talking, then only heard Mr. Liao "hmmm" a sound, the students immediately returned to quiet, began to paint. How to draw? I stared at the teacher for a long time, my mind like a movie appeared a painting ......

It was the first grade, I participated in the painting competition organized by the school, a small me with a big backpack, timidly came to the classroom, couldn't find a seat, it was Mr. Liao pulling me, led me to the table, brought a chair, said "Don't be afraid". My nervousness was relieved. I took out a pen and ink, connected to the water, and quickly drew a clear pool, beautiful lotus standing, a few tadpoles swimming freely in the water. In my painting, Mr. Liao walked to me from time to time, but also nodded ...... painting finished, the teacher asked me to pour out the brush water, and help me to pack my bag, with the help of the teacher, the competition I won the second place in the results of my mood inexplicable joy, Mr. Liao in the school out of teaching art classes in addition to the school's In addition to teaching art classes, Mr. Liao is also the school's "beautician". He manages the school's flowers and grasses, and makes the campus look especially beautiful. That a flower, every morning will look up their smiling faces, to greet the students.

Thinking about it, my hand unconsciously to draw up, but I looked at the painting stunned, this is Mr. Liao? His kind face has two curved eyebrows, squinting a pair of smiling eyes, looking at me kindly, his mouth grinning a slit, the corners of the mouth and two dimples, I gently picked up the painting and examined it, and thought about it, and wrote down a sentence "Teacher, you are like the painting, often smile, how good it is!" I put my work on the desk, the teacher came over, one by one, flipping through the students' works, his eyebrows tightly frowned, suddenly, he picked up my painting, my heart pounded, my eyes looked straight at his face. Ha! Look, Mr. Liao smiled.

Essay 3: "Always Remember You Your Hand I'll Always Remember" 600 words

Your Hand I'll Always Remember

Everyone has a pair of hands, and each pair of hands has its own style: the rich man's hand is delicate and white; the farmer's hand is thick and rough; the mother's hand is warm and kind. I love my mother's hand, my mother's hand holding my hand, through how many spring, autumn, winter and summer, those hands, always remember.

Ha remembered in my, the age of the car accident, I was lying in the hospital bed, white room, white clothes, everything is white, everything is cold, only the mother's hand is warm, the mother's hand so that I feel the temperature of happiness, the temperature of happiness, and the temperature of the mother, the days in the hospital, because of the company of my mother, it is the happiest days of my life.

The second time I learned to walk, it was my mom who helped me and held my hand, step by step, step by step, because of my mom, I learned to walk for the second time.

Mom's hand may not be the most beautiful, but it is the most warm; Mom's hand may not be the most generous, but it is the most can rely on; Mom's hand may not be the most will labor, but it is the most hardworking.

Mom's hands run a family's life, our clothes, food, all from mom's hands. Mom's hand will make delicious meals, can wash clean clothes; Mom's hand calculates the complicated data, so that our lives are organized. Mom's hand is the hand of hard work.

Mom, your hand is my warm reliance, in my most fragile and sensitive time, in my most sad and frustrated time, in my happiest and most happy time, it is your hand, mom, let me become strong, let me become optimistic, let me become moderate, it is your hand, mom, so that I have the strongest rely on me, so that I have the most sincere guide.

There is a kind of warmth that penetrates the layers of heart petals, thousands of miles *** Cain, this warmth is the warmth of mom's hand. The realization of strength in the storm comes from your hand, mom. Mom, your hand, no matter when and where I go, always unforgettable ~ always remember ~

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Essay 4: "Your smile, I will always remember" 600

Time to pick up the bag, about the dream as a companion to the far away; from time to time to look back to see the course of the journey; sweat, and your smile. And then look into the distance, eyes flashing with the light of hope, reflecting your beautiful smile. The film planted in the heart, your smile fixed.

The song of youth ripples through the campus, and the chalk on the blackboard tells the evolution of youth.

"Hey, wait." I gathered my book bag in a panic and screamed furiously at her back. "Eh, come here." You wave your hand at me with a smile, and I glance back in confusion before quickly twisting my head around to her standing in the doorway. I turn my head again, and in between you're still looking at me with a smile on your face. I slowly approach you and you speak. "Finals are just around the corner, what grade are you planning on getting?" You stroked my head with a smile on your face, I squeezed the pen in my hand and answered you "Just pass." I looked at you with an innocent face. You laughed, as clear as a bell; "Then isn't 'excellent better'?" . I smiled and nodded, you seemed to understand my thoughts and patted me on the shoulder, "Go on." I panicked and said bye-bye to you, and you politely saluted me back. I turned my head and ran until I disappeared within the range of your smile.

During the exams, suddenly remembering your advice, I broke my promise to you by checking my papers once.

The results came down, 82, hahaha, I was happy to run to your office with the test paper. You are still the same huh smile, but always feel some of the uneasiness. Later, I realized that the tears in the corner of your eyes that day, because you can't let go of our gang of naughty boys.

Pack up my mood, ready to start again. You reached your destination, right? Oh, is that a mountain! I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Mr. Xu, your smile I will always remember!" (Book Village ．mcqyy．)

It just echoed and never stopped.

I would like to dedicate this essay to the dear teacher Xu Liangjun

Guangdong Zhongshan Shiqi Middle School Junior High School: Cheng Lin

Essay 5: "Your laughter, I will always remember" 800 words

Your laughter, I will always remember

Hubei Kou Middle School 7 (3) class He Yongyao Instructor: Zhang Yihong

The past looking back, I can not forget is the smile of my sixth grade table. The smile of my sixth grade classmate. You are Yan Changxia, you love to laugh very much, is the happy fruit of our class. Where as long as there is you, where it will be full of laughter.

Your smile can make the new heart hurt people smile again.

Once, I was sloppy because the results were very poor, failing the teacher's expectations of me, to see my classmates a happy look I can not help but tears downstream. Yan Changxia saw it came to ask: "What's wrong with you?" You see I did not say anything, then told me a joke. I simply do not have the heart to listen to, so even what you are talking about do not know, so did not laugh. When you saw I wasn't responding you went for the hard part - tickling me with your hand, and I busted out laughing.

I told you the reason why I cried, you said: people have lost their footing, horses have lost their hooves, this test is bad and the next time it! Listened to your words I slowly relaxed my heart, no longer sad and painful, and this time you also revealed the iconic smile.

Your smile can dissolve the anger of others.

I remember in a math class, Mr. Fan in a math problem, in the analysis of the quantitative relationship of the topic, the teacher asked the students to speak enthusiastically. After a long time the teacher is still silent, the teacher repeatedly revelation, the students still did not say a word. Now the teacher was furious, the voice is estimated to be heard throughout the school, the smell of gunpowder can be said to be very strong, this time the students are even more afraid to raise their hands to answer the question. Just at this time you raised your hand high, and learned Zhao Benshan acting skit funny Northeast words said: you do not get angry, your disciples I remembered oh!

This time to make everyone laugh, I guess there are gloating ready to see your joke. In the classroom

The tense atmosphere was also eliminated by your words. You stood straight up and spoke in an unhurried manner, and you were very organized. After you said the teacher's face also showed our long-awaited smile.

After the speech, you bowed to the teacher, and then said the teacher I said how oh? The teacher said good good? Not only analyze the rationale, but also your Northeastern dialect is also very good. At this time you actually have also showed a shy smile. The class immediately followed by a burst of pleasant laughter.

Your smile is the best band-aid for sadness, the best stimulant for fatigue, and the best fire extinguisher for anger.

Yes, your smile can help us overcome difficulties, your smile helps us forever young.

Your smile, I will always remember

The time to pick up the bag, about the dream of a companion to the far away; from time to time to look back to see that the course of the journey; there is sweat, and your smile. And then look into the distance, eyes flashing with the light of hope, reflecting your beautiful smile. The film planted in the heart, your smile fixed.

The song of youth ripples through the campus, and the chalk on the blackboard tells the evolution of youth.

"Hey, wait." I gathered my book bag in a panic and screamed furiously at her back. "Eh, come here." You wave your hand at me with a smile, and I glance back in confusion before quickly twisting my head around to her standing in the doorway. I turn my head again, and in between you're still looking at me with a smile on your face. I slowly approach you and you speak. "Finals are just around the corner, how much are you going to get?" You stroked my head with a smile on your face, I squeezed the pen in my hand and answered you "Just pass." I looked at you with an innocent face. You laughed, as clear as a bell; "Then isn't 'excellent better'?" . I smiled and nodded, you seemed to understand my thoughts and patted me on the shoulder, "Go on." I panicked and said bye-bye to you, and you politely saluted me back. I turned my head and ran until I disappeared within the range of your smile.　　　During the exams, suddenly remembering your advice, I broke my promise to you by checking my papers once.

Pack up my mood, ready to start again. You reached your destination, right? Oh, is that a mountain! I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Mr. Xu, I will always remember your smile!"

It just echoed and never stopped.

I would like to dedicate this essay to the dear teacher Xu Liangjun

Guangdong Zhongshan Shiqi Middle School Junior High School: Cheng Lin

Essay 7: "Your hand I will always remember" 500 words

Your hand I will always remember

Everyone has a pair of hands, and each pair of hands has its own elegance: the rich man's hand is delicate white; the farmer's hand is thick and rough; the mother's hand is warm and kind. I love my mom's hands the most. I love my mother's hand, my mother's hand holding my hand, through how many springs, autumns, winters and summers, those hands, always remember.

Ha remember in my 3 years old when the car accident, I was lying in the hospital bed, white room, white clothes, everything is white, everything is cold, only the mother's hand is warm, the mother's hand let me feel the temperature of happiness, the temperature of happiness, and the temperature of the mother, the days in the hospital, because there is a mother's companionship, it is the happiest days of my life.

The second time I learned to walk, it was my mom who helped me and held my hand, step by step, step by step, because of my mom, I learned to walk for the second time.

Mom's hand is in charge of the family's life, our clothes, food, are from mom's hand. Mom's hand will make delicious meals, can wash clean clothes; Mom's hand calculates the complicated data, so that our lives are organized. Mom's hand is the hand of hard work.

Essay 8: "Essay: I will always remember your kindness" 600 words

You are an ordinary person, I remember you not much, but I will always remember your kindness. Your kindness shines in the softest part of my heart!

It was a sunny day, the bees and butterflies in the flowers play and dance, really a good weather, good weather must have good things, today, ah, is my long-awaited climb Dome Mountain. This mountain is a good place, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the top of the clouds, eagles circling in the sky, issued a loud and clear eagle cry. Breathe a breath of air full of flowers, we walked to the top of the mountain. All the way to the wonders of the beauty of an endless stream, the mountains, towering as clouds, the water, crystal clear, the flowers, fragrant nose, the grass, fresh and beautiful.

Suddenly, a burst of crying through, at first we did not pay attention to, but with the crying more and more loud, we suddenly realized that there is a little girl in front of the bushes in the shivering, crying in a small voice. You disregarded our obstruction rushed up, the little girl from the wet grass out, you put the little girl on a chair, gently asked ": little sister, what have you increased?" "I'm lost, I'm separated from my mom," the little girl said timidly. Suddenly, a gurgling sound came out, the little girl shyly lowered her head, you at the first time to open their own backpacks, take out a prepared love lunch, without hesitation to hand to the little girl, like treating their own children, you look at the little girl with a smile to eat, as if more than their own to eat even happier. After the little girl finished eating, you carefully wiped her hands and mouth, just like a pair of father and daughter. Then you took the little girl into the vast crowd of people.　The first thing that you can do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing. But you were happy. Although I said you are not in my mouth, but my heart has long taken you as my role model, hidden in the corners of my mind ...... Your kindness I really can't forget, can't forget ......

Essay 9: "Your care, I will always remember" 900 words

Your care , I will always remember

Hubei Kou Middle School Class VII (2) Wei Huan Instructor: Li Shanquan

I've always been a very strong person, crying is rarely patronized in my life, but that time I cried - my mother's caring, was misunderstood by me.

It was one night, I was lying on the table to conceptualize the composition assigned by the teacher, hey, how to write it? When I was thinking hard, my mom came in, "You're tired, I'll go get you a glass of milk." Mom said softly. "No, I'm writing an essay!" I refused mom's kind offer. Mom didn't say anything and quietly went out. That's when I put my pen to paper and wrote a lot at once.

Oh, finally I finished writing. Mom appeared behind me again with a steaming cup of milk in her hand. "Here, have a glass of milk!" Mom put the milk on the table by hand , and turned up my book by hand. Suddenly, mom accidentally knocked over the cup, and the milk poured down, just spilling on my composition book. Seeing this scene, I was stunned, and my anger rose. I aimed at my mom without any reason: "Why are you so careless? I told you not to drink milk, why don't you listen? Now what? I had a hard time writing my essay and it's due tomorrow." I wasn't polite at all and didn't care about my mom's feelings. I only saw my mom standing with a embarrassed face and a red face, and only after a long time did she whisper, "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." Hearing this, I became even more angry: "What's the use of just apologizing, okay, you get out! I don't want to see you." Mom lowered her head and turned around to go out of the room and closed the door softly. I had to write my essay again, my heart full of complaints.

I didn't go to bed until very late. In the middle of the night, I was confused and felt something moving, the door creaked, as if someone came in, I was awakened. I woke up with a start. I peeked out and saw that it was my mom. It was so late, what was mom doing here? Just see her footsteps gently approaching the bedside, gently

gently for me to put my hand on the quilt, and then cover, mouth hey - a long sigh, turn to wipe my table milk. Looking at my mom's bent waist, my heart seemed to be touched by something.

I lay there and thought carefully, mom so many years is how not easy. When I thought of this, the scene of me scolding my mom tonight came back to my eyes, my mom may not have done it on purpose, and then I thought of my mom's sigh just now, she must be very guilty now, my heart floated up a burst of acidity, and my tears came out of my eyes.

I feel sorry for my own ignorance, my mother for me to do sweet meals, for me to wash clothes, for me to serve tea and water, when sick, but also full care? She took good care of me and cared for me.

Mom seemed to hear my sobbing, came to my side, mom knew I was crying, "What's wrong, is it that I woke you up?" Mom slowly sat down, right next to my bed, I sat up and hugged my mom tightly, the tears couldn't be hidden anymore and came out. "I'm sorry, mom!"

Mom you are good to me, how can I not appreciate it, and misunderstand it? Your care, I will always remember!

"Your smile, I will always remember"

Your smile, I will always remember

Dear:

When you see this name, you already know who I am ~ hehehehe, that's right, it's me - Xiao Fei, oh also ～～～～

Hmm?

The first thing that came to my mind was the fact that I had to go through a lot of trouble in order to get to the top of the list, and I was able to get to the bottom of it. To be honest, two years is not long for a relationship, but in just over seven hundred days, too many things have happened, and this friendship has gradually become loyal and strong.

Our beginning, in the memory of the tree has withered for a long time, so that I have a vague impression. However, I vaguely remember that it was your favorite autumn, sunny, spreading my favorite sycamore leaves. In addition, many details are still clear, clear enough to be carved into my bones: from the first moment I saw you, you were smiling. To be honest, you are not handsome at all, in fact, not cute, but from the very beginning I did not hesitate to fall in love with your and my dream inside the same tall, fair skin, warm yellow hair color, clear eyes and long eyelashes. Especially, especially your smile. A smile is a gesture that suits you so well, and it hangs so similarly on your face as it does on mine (in fact, it's not like you don't know that hundreds of people have so far exclaimed that we all look alike). It was your smile that brought me to you.

Hey, I suddenly thought of something particularly, particularly funny. Do you remember, every time I bullied you, you would squint at me with that bad-to-the-bone smile on your face. Your eyelashes were on your eyes, so I couldn't see your eyes, but you stood there in silence, with a bad angel-like mischievous smile on your face, and I knew you were especially angry but just couldn't bring yourself to scold me. Hehehehe~~ You're such a good boy, I can always bully you, hahahahahahahahahaha~--but occasionally, if a few nice words come out of my poison arrow-like mouth, a surprised and happy smile creeps up on your face--- "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha?" It is your smile so that there is always a succession of small happiness and happiness between us.

But once you get serious, you kinda move me too. To be honest, among all my friends and really good friends, you are the one that touches me the most. You must still remember, that time, a once very close friend of mine was leaving, I cried a lot. After more than half an hour, I felt that I was done crying, so I picked up my cell phone and dialed your number:

"Xiaolu--"

However, as soon as the words fell out of my mouth, my nose soured again, and the damned tears gushed out without argument.

"She she, she, she doesn't want me?

You're busy saying, "It doesn't matter, you still have me."

You sounded calm and serious, the rare kind of serious.

Your tone was calm and serious, a rare kind of serious. I wanted to laugh a little, but a great feeling of emotion and warmth rushed through my body, and my tears were like a flood, flowing freely on my face.

You tried to comfort me, and the struggle lasted several minutes and almost an hour. As it turns out, your efforts have been no small success. Although the heart is still a little hard to accept, but at least I stopped ghosting. Because I could hear your warm smile inside your voice, and it was it that gave me strength. Honestly, if it wasn't for you that time, I might have done something. My dear, I am really thankful to you. It was your smile that made me trust you more and more.

The most important thing is your forgiveness. I just did a big mistake, a little apology, a little bit of pet, but also to put off the past, you do not say anything, a slight smile, this matter is over. Your smile made us almost never have any conflicts, and we walked through these years peacefully.

Dear, dear ~

You are so good, really, you are so good. Your smile has long been engraved into my bones, I will always remember, surely ~

Your dearest: Fei

Finished in the afternoon

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