My hall master told me I have very good smiles.

well,I remenber when I was a child there was  a guy who said I looks terrible when I smile.Thanks the god,things have changed after all this years.Thouogh,I'm still not a beautiful girl,I have beautifui smiles now,and that's only because now I never smile because of the overflewing happiness.When I smile ,I control it and nolonger let the thrill take me too far.I know how many muscles you need to make a perfect smile and it cost a lot of calorie.So I take it as soon as I could sure that noone would notice.

There must be a lot of peaple just like me.My roommate has tons of things to complain about.When she has those all night long video chat,I tend to believe that she is the poorest person in the word while from time to time she would stop and make some calls on her job.And she smile.And the smile makes her voice so sweet that you will not beleive she is still the same person having so misfortunes in her life.

You see,this is the word which contains so many occasions where you will have to smile.Smile when you are working of course.And as a teenager without a job,I smile to one of the doorguards every time I meet her.(Soon I got to feel releaf when I find she is not behind the procenion.) to my classmates most of whom I have not haven a talk,to my teachers to show that I could catch up saleswomen for I can't speak cantoones and need their extra patience.There are lots of girls who don't need to smile so much as I do.They have the ability to make everything out,or they always have some people companying and preparing to help.While I am always rely on the mercy from strangers.Therefor,I need to smile, need to let others know I am trying to befriend them, to show that I'have the damned metal health,to tell the wold I have well prepared for all of the orpotunity he could provide.I hate it.And I keep thinkking about the origin of the smile,the smile of a monkey (they do take it as quicklly as I do).It's not a romantic thing.

I will smile to myself when I am alone,when a wild flower blooms on the road,when the moon is bright and the lonely star dazzles.I will smile serenely and won‘t frown as I do after smile to someone else.Though I live with people around and I can't bloom as perfect as a little flower.I won't last as long as a star,and never be so innosent as an ordinary sparrow.My soul does share the identity with all those blessed creatures.I am sure about that and Ican recognize the itchy inside.

I have realized that smiling more in front of people means smiling less behind them.Every day i smile to the mirrow after get changed.I really care about what a girl others could see when they look at me.And i feel inspirerate by my own smile.it seems as if i had spent all my eighteen years in tne news network show.DAMNED