please write a composition on the topic of "waiting".
requirements: (1) complete the topic first; (2) genre is not limited (except poetry); (3) No less than 6 words.
Waiting for that smile
She couldn't bear it any longer. She put all her strength on her feet, ran aimlessly, faced the sun, and tears swirled in her eyes, and then came out like a flood that burst its banks.
she said, "Why? Why do all teachers value grades? Is the score really that important? " She stopped and shouted at the mountains, but there was no reply. She felt the sun burning her eyes.
She thought of the way the teacher looked at other students in class, just like the warm sunshine in March in the spring, and there was that smile, like a breeze blowing across her cheeks, which was also warm. She felt how hateful that smile was, because it was just beyond her reach.
And whenever the teacher's eyes are about to pass by her, and her eyes almost meet each other, she quickly buries her head www.99zuowen.com and looks at the agonizing trigonometric functions written on the paper, waiting silently in her heart, and I don't know what she is waiting for.
She wiped away her tears and decided to dust off these days. She is still cautious in the teacher's class, like a butterfly crossing a thorn bush for fear of hurting her wings, like leaves falling in the autumn wind for fear of disturbing ants, imagining how the teacher looks at this girl who has done badly in the exam and will only hold back the class. She smiled, perhaps just like the god bird's disdain for rotting rats, which is not only a phoenix tree, but also a practice, food and drink.
She inadvertently tilted her head, but it happened to be caught by the teacher's eyes. At that moment, she and the teacher looked at each other for about half a second. She noticed that the teacher's mouth was rising, and she could find that the teacher was smiling at her. That smile was softer than the spring breeze blowing across her cheeks, more comfortable than the cool summer, quieter than the falling autumn leaves and purer than the dancing winter snow.
yes, that "she" is me, that smile makes the flowers and bones that have not bloomed give off a rich fragrance, and makes the boat groping at sea ride the wind and waves.
I raised my confident head and found that those I had been waiting for were actually waving to me not far away, telling me that when you have been waiting, you might as well raise your head, even inadvertently, and you will find that what you have been waiting for has been calling you, but you have not noticed it.