The most memorable composition is the excellent expression 1. Sometimes, an expression can be a source of encouragement. In my memory, I cherish many expressions, which are printed in the depths of my mind like a vivid and bright painting. It comes from the touching expressions of relatives, friends, teachers and students and even strangers. However, there is one of the most unforgettable expressions in this painting, which makes me understand a lot. ...
On a hot summer day, sweat trickled down my cheeks from my forehead. Suddenly I looked at the roadside and it was crowded with commuters and pedestrians in a hurry. I'm waiting for the traffic lights, and then I have a very important rehearsal, and I'm going to be late soon. I don't know why there are still ten minutes. I think the red light is particularly long today. During this long wait, I was anxious, fidgety and even bored.
Just then the green light came on, and time was running out. It's not too late to work hard. Suddenly, a gentle voice came into my ear: "Can you help me?" I can't find my mother. "I wish he hadn't called me at this time, but I turned around and looked around, and the scenery remained the same. This voice must be calling me. I turned around and saw a little boy about three or four years old. He said again, "Sister, I ... I can't find my mother." This time, I was in tears slightly, which seemed a little incoherent. I looked at my watch and then at the dance club in front. Suddenly, two voices appeared in my mind. One said, "When the green light is on, don't waste time here ... The other interjected," Look at how poor he is, he is so small. " ... "Finally, the second voice won. Yes, he is so small, and it is not safe on the side of the road. I adjusted my mood and said softly, "don't cry, my sister will take you to your mother." "After hearing this, his expression was surprised." Really? "I nodded, and he stopped crying and immediately smiled through tears.
He showed me his smile. His innocent smile like an angel is the most innocent. It was a dazzling smile that I will never forget. With my help, he found his mother. He ran to her arms in tears and walked away hand in hand with her.
At that moment, he showed me an angelic smile. This smile touched my heart and described the touch of love. This smile made me realize the true meaning of helping others.
I will cherish this innocent smile in my heart forever. It is the most beautiful smile and unforgettable expression I have ever seen.
The most unforgettable thing is the excellent expressive composition II. Reopen the door of memory and recall the most unforgettable moments before. Smiling faces are deeply imprinted in my mind and linger.
I have two best friends in primary school. I gave them nicknames, one called "Daimei" and the other called "Meng Jingyi". The reason for the nickname "Daimei" is that she is very slow. She stares at the teacher in class every day, and her eyes follow her wherever the teacher goes, but she never dares to express her views in class. When she was named to answer the question, she blushed like an apple, but she was speechless. In fact, I know she can do this problem, but I dare not say it. But that is not the point. The point is that when she is called by a teacher or classmate, she always sits in her seat and looks at her first few seconds. I think she should make sure that she is calling herself. She is such a person, keeping interesting and silly and lovely.
"Meng Jingyi" got this nickname because she is a very quiet girl. As long as others need her help, she will try her best to help others. She was called "cute" because she asked me what day it was during class. I replied that it was Thursday. So I saw her burying her face in frustration and saying, I always thought it was Tuesday. Suddenly I laughed. The way she covers her face is so cute.
Because they came to our class in grade five, we really enjoyed our time with them. But no one can stop the passage of time. In this way, I graduated in a blink of an eye, and all of us laughed that day. Because cherish the present time in the last time. We exchanged gifts, took photos of graduation photo and threw away our graduation hats.
After taking the photo, I found a classmate crying. I wanted to cry, too, but I held back. Just left my alma mater and didn't go to school. We can still play together, can't we?
Now we are studying in our respective schools, but we still haven't forgotten each other. I'm sure they miss me too. Your smile is always imprinted on my mind.
I have no ability to turn the wheel of time, but your unforgettable smiling face has been echoing in my memory. The flower of memory never fades.
The most unforgettable expression is that excellent composition 3. The yard is the most beautiful in autumn. The leaves in the yard fell one after another, covering the earth with a gorgeous coat. I like walking around on it. Whenever I step on it, the leaves sound like notes playing a perfect tune, which is very nice.
Just as I was having fun, suddenly there was a sound outside the yard. I opened the door and saw that it was my uncle. There was a happy smile on my face and I immediately threw myself into his arms. He carried me into the house and asked my uncle to play with me. He said wait, let me play by myself first. He wanted to say something to my parents, so I went to play alone. When my uncle finished, he said. I was caught in a short time. I looked at the smile on his face, always so kind, which made me feel happy and warm. Every time I get tired of playing, he sings a folk song to me. I will never forget that voice.
Once I was accidentally stabbed by a fruit while playing. He washed me with water and bandaged my wound. When I bandaged it, he stared at the wound and asked if it hurt. Next time, he decided not to touch it again. After dressing up, he looked up and smiled at me, and I smiled back. I remember I especially like to eat a kind of fruit, which is small and red and has many thorns. You have to prick it every time you pick it. After breaking, there is no pulp in the two shells, only one layer of peel is stuck in the shells. The skin is sweet and sour, and several trees are planted in the yard. Every time I bear fruit, I want to wait until it is ripe. I picked it with gloves, but my uncle didn't wear gloves. I think I must have picked more. There are so many thorns on it, it will definitely stab my uncle, but in the end my uncle won. The fruitful branches are broken, and there are many. I pick one by one, and I'm sure to lose. My uncle laughed at me.
Now these things are all memories. We moved, the yard was demolished, my childhood yard was gone, and my uncle spent less time with me. Even if we play together, we are not as happy as before. Maybe we have grown up, become shy, talk less ... and seldom see our uncle smile. I really want to go back in time.
My uncle's smiling face is my most unforgettable expression.
The most unforgettable and well-expressed composition 4 The strangeness and vicissitudes in the sunset are as bright and soft as oranges, engraved on the unforgettable picture in my mind.
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Walk through that old street again.
Perhaps I am sentimental, and the sunset floating in the sea of clouds brings back memories. As if just yesterday, the familiar sunset was still rolling silently in the turbulent sea of clouds.
It just rained for a while, and he walked in the wet street, not knowing what he was thinking.
I feel a little shy when the sunset hides half my body in the clouds. The rosy sky and fresh air make people feel very comfortable.
When he reached the crossroads, it had just rained and the ground was covered with puddles. He didn't care, and he was devastated.
The old man rode an old tricycle, and the rusty carriage was full of oranges, bright oranges, as lovely as the sunset.
Either the old man's eyes were dim, or he was too careless, and the old man's tricycle rushed at him. The old man twisted the front of the car with all his strength, and the tires of the tricycle screeched on the slippery road and hit the telephone poles on the side of the road.
He just stood there, motionless, as if he didn't understand what happened and what went wrong.
A car full of oranges attracted the attention of passers-by and gathered around to pick them up. Regardless of the pain, the old man pushed the tricycle that fell to the ground to stop it, trying to disperse the gathered crowd, but to no avail, he could only watch his hard work go up in smoke.
The old man growled and pleaded, and his twitching muscles gradually relaxed in hoarse shouts. ...
His mind was full of panic and fear, so he bent down and tried his best to save the citrus.
The setting sun sank a little on the horizon, the light gradually dimmed, and the crowd picking oranges gradually dispersed. He gently put the last handful of oranges he found into the old man's carriage, stood in front of the silent old man and bowed his head.
The old man left two lines of muddy tears in the corner of his eyes, looked at the child in front of him, picked out the two oranges left in the carriage, wiped off the muddy water on them and stuffed them into his arms.
The old man smiled at him gently, his eyes were full of love, but he never imagined that this smiling face, full of wrinkles and tears, was engraved on a young heart like a brand.
The citrus in his hand fell to the ground again, and finally he shed tears that he had endured for a long time.
The most unforgettable thing is to express an excellent composition. 5. Curved eyebrows and thin face. Whenever he smiles, he will show his small white teeth. His smile is warm and happy. I like his smile.
My grandfather is an ordinary farmer. He often grows a lot of vegetables in the garden in front of his door. In his spare time, he will deal with weeds, occasionally play small cards with friends and drink a little wine ... My grandfather is also an angry person, and he was taught a lesson for being naughty when he was a child. Although I don't like his class, I still like my grandfather, because his smile always makes me feel extremely warm.
It thundered and thundered outside, and it rained heavily. After dinner with grandpa, I lay down early. In the middle of the night, I felt very hot and weak. I touched my grandpa, and he suddenly sat up and asked me what was wrong. I told him about my situation. He got up at once, got dressed and said he would take me to see a doctor. I nodded and fell asleep. When I was sleeping, I seemed to feel that I almost fell to the ground several times, but I was carried back by my grandfather. We arrived at the hospital just in time, otherwise we would have closed. I woke up after lying down for a while, and found a man sitting next to me, with a full face of rain, bloodshot eyes and deep concern in his eyes. I was shocked. When did my grandfather ever do this? My heart is aching. I slept in the bed while grandpa sat on the stool. I woke up the next day and found my grandfather holding my hand and falling asleep beside me. I moved slightly, and he immediately looked up at me and asked with concern, "Are you better?"? Does it hurt your stomach? I'll rub it for you again. Do you want it? " I couldn't help crying and shook my head at him. He wiped my tears in a hurry, thinking that I still hurt, and then smiled and told me to take me to buy delicious food when I was ready. That warm smile once again appeared in front of my eyes, still as warm as sunshine, as if it were contagious. I smiled when I saw that smile.
Everyone's smile is warm, and the bloodshot and worried expression is my most unforgettable one.
It was a winter morning, the street lamps were dim and the wind was biting. I stood by the station alone, waiting for the first bus that was not on time. The surroundings are still immersed in the thick night, and the intersection not far away is illuminated by the lights of several street lamps, four streets. They all extend into the distant darkness alone, and the cold tall buildings stand proudly by the road, adding a chill to this morning.
(Note: The environmental description shows the background of the story and lays a solid foundation for the following. )
Suddenly, there was a rough roar at the end of the street, which instantly broke the cold atmosphere just now. After a few seconds, the outline of a black hole gradually emerged in the darkness.
That is a country woman who can be seen everywhere, with rosy face and bright eyes. I am not young, and there are several shallow wrinkles on my face. After a long period of wind, rain, sun and rain, it has shown a vicissitudes of life. Slightly fat figure, wrapped in embroidered cotton-padded jacket, tightly wrapped in a yellow vest for delivering newspapers. Her feet pedaled the bicycle quickly, and her body swayed from side to side with the bicycle. Every time she pedaled, the car would ring wearily. This posture is always a bit ridiculous at ordinary times. While pedaling, she sang Qin opera with a strong accent. Although it is an incomprehensible roar, it is emotional and ups and downs.
(Highlights: The description of the characters is meticulous, which makes the characters plump in appearance, movement and manner. )
In such a busy city, her existence may be inappropriate, I think. She seemed to feel my gaze, looked back at me before she left, and gave me a simple and honest smile.
I froze.
What a simple and vivid expression! There may be countless such women in this city. They may run around tired from their daily work. Maybe there are elderly and sick parents at home, children who are studying, and husbands who are burdened with life ... Life has given her heavy anklets, but she must dance in them confidently.
(Note: My thoughts and feelings make the characters more vivid and the theme of the article more profound. )
There are many hardships in life, but she silently endured them, but the hardships did not smooth out her love for life. Such a hardworking and strong woman has been trying to integrate into this city, live hard, love hard and smile hard.
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I can't forget that bright smiling face, and that hardworking, simple and optimistic devotee gave me the deepest enlightenment.
The most unforgettable thing is that composition 7 with excellent expression blows "hoo, hoo" from time to time, and I began to get into the window naughty and felt uncomfortable. It was also that day, and your expression made me unforgettable. ...
The mother who is cooking is still busy. When I was a child, I was short of breath because of severe bronchitis. At first I thought I could bear it, but I really couldn't bear it, so I shouted, "Mom, I don't feel well." After mom turned off all the appliances in the kitchen. He came running towards me quickly again. He touched my back gently with one hand, and her face suddenly turned pale. In shock, she said helplessly, "Let's go to the hospital!" "I stubbornly shook my head, think it's nothing. But mom insisted on taking me. I just nodded my head a few times. Mother picked up a big sweater on the sofa and put it on me. She hurried me out in a few thin clothes. There are still many people coming to see a doctor at night. My mother is afraid that I can't wait to get sick. Seeing that I was still panting, she picked me up and rushed to the emergency room. After putting me on the chair next to her, I went to hang a number. She was in front of me, and I saw that she was cold, so cold that I could see her trembling. Under the doctor's initial visit, I was admitted to the hospital and entered the observation period. After the transfusion, my mother still couldn't sleep and began to work again. I looked in her direction and she saw it at once. She came over and asked a few questions, which were basically the same. As usual, my temper will be very irritable, but on that day, I will answer whatever I ask. After asking questions, my mother went to sleep.
At night, I looked at my mother lying in that little bed and looked uncomfortable. Although I didn't see my mother's expression clearly, I think I have guessed that she is smiling. I thought about it and shed tears unconsciously. I don't know when she will be old. ...
In the morning, I was sleepy and saw the rain outside the window. I thought: Isn't this the rain touched by my mother? I saw my mother slowly coming into my sight. This is the most beautiful scene, and it is even more beautiful with my participation. This painting is like a lamb nestled next to a ewe, so lovely, so warm, so. ...
Although I am a careless person, my mother's smile makes me unforgettable. ...
I can't forget the composition with excellent expression. She didn't get along with me for a long time, but she made me remember it vividly. That day, she carried me home exhausted. When we were talking, she turned around and I saw the expression on her side face-with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. ...
Autumn is the season when fruits are fragrant, when farmers harvest, and when children have fun. I was really fearless when I was a child. Walking on a country road, looking at the distant scenery, with green bristlegrass in his mouth. Jumping all the way, I came to the orchard unconsciously.
I came to an apple tree and looked up and saw a big fruit, which attracted me. Crisp and red, emitting a thick fruity fragrance. I decided it was "lunch". I don't know where I got the courage and strength. Maybe it's young and ignorant, maybe it's naughty and childish. I climbed the tree. I sat on a stout branch, enjoying delicious food and scenery: the blue sky was like a shower, and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Rivers float on the earth like blue ribbons. I seem to be able to look after my home, the orange tree in front of my house, and the hard work ... "Where are the ghosts, dare to steal apples, come down quickly!" A fruit grower stood under the tree with her hands akimbo. I was naturally unhappy when I was disturbed, so I threw the rest of the fruit down hard. He swore: "Ghost wretched, don't learn well ..." I ignored his insult. I started to slow down, and I was afraid-I climbed too high. But walking slowly, suddenly a figure appeared, and she was finished. Hands shaking. Slipped straight down and hit the soft mud. I fainted. I don't know if I was too tired, or if I fell down, or ... there was a faint bawl from the fruit grower and her apology.
It was already night when I woke up, and I fell on her back. She said silently, "Does it still hurt when you wake up? Don't do these things next time. If you want, I'll buy you some fruit. " I stubbornly said, "if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen!" " "She said in a childish voice," Really, I won't help you in the future! " "When I saw the bruises on her face, I felt very sad-she must have worked for the fruit farmer to save me. I hid my head in her hair and whispered, "Sister." The voice echoed in the distance, with the aroma of fruit, reaching her ears. She turned slowly, smiling, with tears in her eyes. ...
The expression on my sister's face that day was my most unforgettable expression, because it condensed my sister's love for my brother.
The most unforgettable thing is that a wrinkled face is even more wrinkled at this time, but I think it is three points more beautiful than any smiling face in the world ... this is my grandmother's smiling face.
After seven years old, my parents and I have been running around in other places, and four years have passed in a blink of an eye. In the past four years, my parents and I have never been back to our hometown once, but only talked to my grandmother on the phone several times. Four years later, I was 1 1 years old. On the eve of the Spring Festival, my parents decided to take me back to my hometown for the New Year. On my way home, I seem to see an old man at the door, smiling at me. I tried hard to remember, and finally remembered that she was my grandmother.
After a day and a night of long-distance bus travel, I finally returned to my grandmother's house, the place with the deepest memory but a little vague.
At the entrance of the village, I saw a figure looking at us at grandma's door. I suspect it's grandma, but when I think about it, grandma has a bad waist and legs, so it shouldn't be. But I think it should be grandma. He threw his backpack to his father and ran quickly to his grandmother's house. Ah! Grandma! It's grandma. Grandma can walk. I shouted excitedly: "grandma, I'm back, I'm here!" " "At this moment, grandma is waving and laughing at me.
At this time, I clearly saw my grandmother. I haven't seen her for four years. My grandmother is thinner and has more wrinkles on her face. The original clear wrinkles are clearer. The original small eyes have now become a crack. But I don't think grandma is old at all On the contrary, I think grandma is getting younger, and her smiling face has become the most beautiful I have ever seen. Grandma's smiling face contrasted the flowers with the innocent smiling face of the little sister next door. Grandma's smiling face at that moment will be engraved in my heart forever, and I will never walk away.
Now living in a foreign country, there is no shortage of smiling faces in life. For example, there are several children aged three to six downstairs in my house. Every day after school or standing on the balcony, I always see their smiling faces, which always reminds me of grandma's smiling face-the most beautiful smiling face!
The most unforgettable thing is that I didn't pay much attention to my mother's expression before. I didn't find her happy expression when she was happy and sad when she was sad.
When I was a child, I never listened to my mother. She never hit me or scolded me. Every time after I made a mistake, when my father tried to hit me with a broom, my mother would stop my father and say to him, "The child is too young to help." He said to me, "It's not too early to admit your mistake." Sometimes it's useless for my mother to dissuade me, but I still get a few brooms. Then my mother will let me sit next to her and rub my wounds. Looking at my painful expression, my mother's expression is even more uncomfortable, as if she had hit her.
Once, my mother bought a bag of sweet dates. As soon as I entered the door, she asked me to wash it and eat it. After eating sweet dates, I smiled as sweet as dates. My mother looked at me and smiled happily. Soon, my father came back, saw me and said, "I can still eat dates." Look at your score in the exam. " Then there was another fight. My father punished me for not eating dinner. My mother said, "since the children don't eat, I won't eat either." Dad had no choice but to let me eat. After dinner, my mother called me over, and she kindly said to me, "Don't blame my father, he is doing it for your own good." "Well, I will never make my father angry again." I replied. Mother smiled happily.
When I grow up, I know it's not easy for my father. I have to work outside and take care of my family.
Once on my birthday, my mother bought a cake in advance. On my birthday, my father came back and saw that we had put the cake on the table and had not eaten it yet. He asked us, "Why haven't you eaten yet?" I said, "I can't eat until Dad comes back." Dad smiled. Later, we sat down to eat cake. I smiled sweetly when I ate my first bite of cake. My parents looked at me and smiled. I have never seen them so happy.
The most unforgettable expression is mother's smile.
The composition with excellent expression 1 1 I will never forget it. Remembering your smile is so unforgettable!
"Ah ..." Long sigh. Why is this math problem so difficult? It seems that I will never be good enough. I think addition always swings in front of me when multiplying. Why on earth? I've thought about this question over and over again, but I just can't figure it out. The teacher also spoke on the blackboard three or four times, which bothered me. Some want to cry and worry about their stupidity, so I decided to ask the teacher after class.
I walked to the podium with a paper in my hand, blushing and finished. The teacher said, "You can't say it several times. Didn't you listen carefully?" I'm still trying to figure out how to explain to the teacher that the action is slow and fast. Finally arrived, "teacher … this question …". The teacher patted me on the head and said with a smile, "silly boy, you can come to my office after class and I'll tell you something." I have a class ... ".
The teacher's answer surprised me a little. I thought he would be angry because of my ignorance, because he might be tired because of that topic. As a result, he gave me a sweet smile and it took me a long time to recover. But that day, that smile always appeared in my mind, which calmed my restless heart and calmed me down slowly.
After class, I anxiously ran upstairs to find him. He put down the computer that was doing ppt, moved a chair and let me sit next to him. He spoke in detail, asking a question from time to time, and finally understood. He gave me another question about the lesson plan. After he was sure that I really knew, he smiled and said, "Go ahead, silly boy." When I walked out of the office door, I found that I had been there for 55 minutes. ...
"Ding Dong ..." The bell rang, disrupting my thoughts. Looking at the math paper now, my heart is sweet. Because of the teacher's confidence, I made progress bit by bit. Thank you for your smile. It was so dazzling and shining that it lit up my once gloomy heart and aroused my interest in mathematics. Even if I want to part, I won't forget you, because that smile is so unforgettable.
The most unforgettable thing is the excellent expression composition 12. I have heard two sentences-"Girls who love to laugh are not too bad luck." "Girls who love music are not too bad-tempered." This reminds me of the beautiful and moving angel in my heart, the angel who even touched me with a smile.
Her slender figure and waist-length hair set off her graceful figure like green leaves and flowers, and her slender hair brushed her face like spring breeze. Under the thick bangs, there are two shining night pearls, which are her most beautiful scenery-eyes. Under the cover of thick eyelashes, she still can't stop those sharp eyes like a sharp knife, full of curiosity. The nose is as small as a hill, petite and lovely. Two pieces of pink lips, neither thick nor thin, pieced together to make her sexy mouth. Open your mouth when you laugh, like a curved crescent moon. Exposed white teeth, like small ice cubes, add a little coolness to this hot summer day. Her smile is so bright and warm.
She, an angel in my heart, is as lovely as a delicate flower.
At the grand New Year's party, she was the brightest star on the stage. I still remember-the lights were soft and the stage was filled with smoke. She stood on the stage, just like the people in the painting, elegant and moving. The music floated into my ears, and she slowly turned around. Then she was like a lark's song intertwined with the music, circling and attacking me, beating my heart wave after wave. Turn around. Finally bid farewell to the expectation of "still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar". She wears light makeup, but she still can't hide her godsend beauty. She smiled brightly and was very charming. Standing there, there is a sense of "my fair lady, a gentleman is good". That smile, like the sunshine in winter, lit up every corner of my heart, and the warmth spread throughout my body. At that time, although she didn't have a gorgeous evening dress or shiny jewelry, she was the most beautiful. I saw a halo in her, and that was her stage halo. She was born as an elf on the stage, living for performing and singing. At that moment, she only lived for her yearning for music and forgot everything except music. Her smile occupied my mind at lightning speed. Her smile filled my heart with flowers, which made me very happy. Her smile was silently and indelibly imprinted on my heart.
She, an angel in my heart, is also an angel on the stage, radiant.
She is my angel-Yingying. She is a girl who likes laughter and music. Her bright smile is the most unforgettable expression in my life.