A gentle smile with slightly lifted corners of the mouth can
create ripples of warmth like dragonflies skimming over water, just like the
calmness in my heart.
"The warm smile was like a gentle breeze that made me feel the kindness of a
stranger." As the bus arrived, everyone's attention focused on the slowly
stopping vehicle. As soon as the doors opened, the crowd swarmed in, and I,
a petite figure, was caught in the middle, unable to move. The people behind
me pushed and squeezed, and I, fragile as a doll, was tossed back and forth.
Finally boarding the bus, I let out a sigh of relief, only to be pushed into
a corner by the oncoming tide of people. "Oh my God, why are there so many
people today!" I grumbled while huddled in the cramped corner.
By chance, I caught a glimpse of a girl who was in the same situation as me.
At that moment, our eyes met, and she gave me a sweet smile. This small
gesture instantly eased my heart, and I could feel a friendly and benevolent
message. We smiled at each other, and we could feel the warmth behind our
smiles.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a normal competition, nothing to worry about.
You will definitely succeed!" Standing at the entrance to the competition
venue, I was hesitant and nervous to the extreme. My words were stuck in my
throat, and I couldn't speak. My friend tried to comfort me, but I couldn't
hear anything. All I could think of were my failures in the mock
competitions, and anxiety and fear consumed me. As I entered the venue, my
friend cheered me on loudly. At the moment when I turned around, her
determined smile was deeply imprinted in my mind, and I was convinced that I
could succeed. That smile gave me encouragement and confidence, and it was a
testament to our friendship, forever smiling in my heart.
As I frantically scribbled at my desk, I suddenly saw my mother sewing under
the dim light, her face full of fatigue and exhaustion. Seeing her slightly
hunched figure, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them from
falling. I remembered how my mother always pretended not to be tired and
wore a gentle smile, and my heart ached for her weariness.
A smile is not only a form of politeness, but also a bridge that connects
hearts and minds. It is the matchmaker that connects people. |