Beginning of Happiness Composition (1)

In life, everyone will always have a happy time, and we will all shine in our own time. In the dark years that followed, every time I mentioned that happy time, I would feel warm. Now let's share some of the first 100 words of that happy time, hoping to be helpful to everyone.

1. In fact, everyone is happy. As long as you seriously understand that happiness is around us, happiness belongs to each of us, and what is happiness? Some people say that happiness is sweet cotton candy; Some people say that happiness is a blue sky, white clouds; Others say that happiness is a gust of wind, and it will disappear after blowing; Others say that happiness means having food. Everyone has a unique view of happiness. I think happiness is a warm feeling, happiness is a family together, happiness is having many friends.

2. What is happiness? The happiness of candle is to work hard and die later; The happiness of a steed is that it can run freely on the grassland. Happiness is freedom, and happiness is dedication, which is striving to realize your dreams. Zhang Haidi is happy that she has been able to rise from adversity and work hard to achieve today's achievements; When a bird locked in a cage for a long time finally gets the freedom to flap its wings, it is also happy. What kind of happiness do we have? When we are young, we can eat delicious candy every day. Wearing beautiful new clothes is happiness; Now we can talk with our friends every day, and it is happiness that we can achieve good results in every exam; When we grow up, we can find a satisfactory job and have a happy family; When we are old, we are happy to have a large family with children and grandchildren.

3. At the beginning of this article, I want to ask three questions: What is happiness? What does happiness need? Are you happy?

The pinyin of happiness is xingfu, and the English of happiness is Eudemonia. The definition of happiness is: the state when the psychological desire is satisfied. However, even though we can use theory and knowledge to explain everything about happiness, this problem is always with us, and when we are down, we quietly slander: What is happiness?

4. Bi Ran was happy. He used to shuttle through the embroidered shoes with flowers, kicking and kicking; Happiness, frightened at the bottom of the flowering pine tree, flying around; Happiness is beautiful in the dream of blooming flowers. Kick the carpet. Catch fish. Catch pheasants. Play water drift, happiness in childhood! Happiness, once charming in Tang and Song poetry dipped in honey, turns over and over; Happiness, once brilliant in the honeymoon, chasing back and forth; Happiness comes and goes from paper dipped in honey; Happiness, intoxicated with the warm embrace dipped in honey, smiled and laughed.

5. Simple happiness, simple love, simple people, everyone loves, a simple you, a simple me, this is simple love, this is simple happiness. Happiness is such a beautiful word. People are writing about her beauty, her lingering, her beauty, her attachment, her holiness, her persistence, her helplessness, her hesitation, her sadness, her sadness, her emotion, her madness, her expectations, and her years. Happiness is a gift from heaven.

6. Through the ages, countless people have been persistently pursuing their own happiness. With a dream of happiness in her heart, Chang'e swallowed the elixir of immortality, flew nine days and became a mid moon fairy. But if she is alone in the cold Guanghan Palace, will she feel happy to be an immortal. While Matilda, who was eager to enter the upper class society, wore the necklace and dreamed of happiness, she did not expect that the happiness was so short, and she paid a heavy price for her happiness. For Grandet, who loves money as much as life, having a mountain of gold coins is probably his greatest happiness.

7. Since ancient times, people often ask: What is happiness? Maybe happiness is a long forgotten thing for some people, maybe happiness is a distant luxury for some people, maybe happiness is a very ordinary thing for some people, maybe happiness is the most beautiful and happy thing for some people. Different people have different perceptions and experiences of happiness, and it is precisely because of this difference that many people spend their whole lives looking for happiness, and often in the process of looking for happiness, happiness has gone away from us unconsciously, but when you don't look for it, when you are busy with your own life, he will come instead, so there is no need to look for happiness.

8. The dictionary says: "Happiness is the satisfaction that people feel different from happiness." What about happiness in my eyes? I think happiness is like oxygen sometimes, it will permeate around the body all the time, but we often do not notice. If there is no happiness around us, our work will lose its purpose and our life will lose its motivation. In life, many people think that they have already seen the cruel facts, and regard a lot of money as the end of happiness. I feel very helpless about this point of view. No matter how rich people are, they will not have more happiness. In order to pursue more money, they simply cannot squeeze out valuable time to feel their so-called happiness.

9. Loss is a kind of happiness, regret is a kind of happiness, giving up is a kind of happiness. Regardless of whether we choose to leave or still stick to it, whether we choose to cry alone or force a smile, whether we choose to continue suffering or have fun, in short, everything is unique happiness. Happiness has no form. Happiness is where it is, sometimes in the palm of your hand, but sometimes you can't grasp it. There are two souls in human body, one is happiness, the other is pain. Pain is the root of all happiness. If there is no pain, there will be no happiness.

10. Often with people suffering, what is happiness, where is happiness; I used to be like this, but soon I realized that happiness is everywhere. A greeting from a parent, a caring act from a friend, and a loving look from a lover are all happy. If you want to feel happy, happiness will come. If you want to feel worried, all the worries will come. Happiness is undefined, and any form of expression can be happy, because happiness is a kind of mentality.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (2)

(At the beginning) The spring gradually revived everything.

The flowers secretly opened their buds in the warm sun, and shyly extended their visiting tips; The green trees can't stand loneliness. They shed the yellow leaves early, and then they are quickly showing their lovely new shoots to the earth; The grass hiding under the soil can no longer resist the temptation of early spring when the spring breeze blows, and slowly gets rid of hibernation and emerges from the soil

I think they may be looking for their happiness. What about our happiness? Our happiness is always with us.

In the morning, a mischievous sunshine passed through the quiet world and spread on my sleeping face through the huge French window, making me feel warm and comfortable.

A breeze blew, and the wind chimes beside the bed sounded a beautiful song. The air was mixed with a faint fragrance, and then a voice came: "Lazy girl, get up quickly, you will be late." I rubbed my sleepy sleep and sat up. Mom smiled and said, "Get up quickly, I made you your favorite Babao porridge today, and eat more." I hugged my mother from behind, and said happily, "Hmm! I knew my mother was the best person in the world for me." Soft, warm, sweet Babao porridge has a taste of happiness.

In the afternoon, on the page of the book, a lavender violet dances on the paper, mysterious, elegant and dignified. I looked at the student record on the table and thought a lot. Yes, time flies! Suddenly, one year, two years and three years passed in a hurry. My deskmate, please leave some authentic works. My deskmate smiled at me, and I lowered my head and said quietly: "We are always good friends, right?" The deskmate took my hand and said, "Well, I will always be, and I will always remember you." I looked at her gentle and affectionate eyes, and the whole body and mind were surrounded by happiness. I smiled, and she smiled, and the laughter echoed in the classroom, bright and pleasing. In the afternoon, the elegant classmate record recorded the happy and innocent friendship between two girls.

In the evening, accompanied by colorful street lights on the street, I headed for the station with full happiness. I followed the crowd to get on the bus. The car was full of people coming home. As the car started, people began to dance unsteadily. At this time, an old grandmother also got on the bus. I thought to myself: Oops, the old lady should not dance too. At this time, a little girl who could have loved ran past and helped the old woman. She smiled and said, "Sit here." Then some young people also said, "Sit here. It's comfortable here." The old woman smiled happily, her eyes narrowed to crescent moon, and her face was happy. It was so happy that the night's struggle to give up his seat drew a complete end to the day.

Maybe happiness is simple, simple and trivial, but it is really visible and tangible. Happiness is the snow that makes "thousands of pear trees bloom" in winter, and the comfort of "the willow wind is not cold in spring". It is the smile that makes you often "look back suddenly". As long as we try hard to understand and pursue, happiness will accompany us for life.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (3)

(At the beginning) Winter is coming, and cold is enveloping the world. In the snow, I found a warm lamp. Looking from the window, I fell asleep happily and contentedly with dim lights, warm tea with hot air, and a family's peaceful and orderly life. Time gradually recedes

With a cry, I told the world in an extraordinary voice that I was coming. My mother gently held me and gently kissed my forehead. The love between my eyebrows instantly soothed my anxiety when I first came to this world. She seems to tell me: "Child, do you know? How happy I am with you!" Maybe my mother doesn't know, but I do.

In this way, in my noisy voice, under the meticulous care of my parents, the days passed by day by day. I grew up inadvertently. At that time, I didn't know what happiness was. Just after every wrestling, every quarrel with children, I snuggled up in my father's arms, as if there could heal all my pain and hold all my grievances; Just used to let my mother straighten her collar before going out every time, and then listen to her say "Be careful", as if this can comfort my young soul and bring me endless power.

Time walks its way with its inherent frequency. Don't think that time is threatening us. It is just going at its proper speed. I have grown so big.

When you get older, you will understand some truth. In the long journey of life, everyone longed for help, warmth, and escape from the harsh wind and rain, but it was the aging parents who gave me all this.

Once in an exam, I fell sharply. I was afraid of seeing my teacher and facing my classmates, so I fled home. I remember my mother told me this: "As long as it is not harmful to intelligence, frustration is just a slight retreat. You should learn to enjoy a thorough blow, such as penguins enjoying the cold snow." I raised my head and greeted me with such sincere eyes. At that moment, I was relieved. One night, I was awakened by a sound of footsteps. It was my father. He gently pushed open my door and tucked in the corner of the quilt for me. Later, my father stroked my face with his hand. When the rough and warm hand ran across my face, my tears rolled out of my eyes. My father shook his hand and wiped away my tears. He said faintly, "I have to go to school tomorrow. Go to sleep."

It is this love that has not been promised in the past seven years that touches my heart and warms my soul. In the morning, what accompanied me out was my mother's concern; What accompanied me home in the evening was an attractive ray of rice fragrance; Late at night, what accompanied me to dream was my father's care.

What my family has given me is no longer a simple look, but too heavy love, too deep and too deep gratitude.

When the lights go out, there is still a lamp, a yellow lamp; When the door leaves are closed, there will be a door, a light door. No matter you fly over the ends of the earth, as long as you turn back gently, there will always be a light burning for you, a door opened for you. Because, no matter where you are, you will always be covered with thick family ties.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (4)

(At the beginning) The definition of happiness. Cherish everything you have. You will find that happiness is too simple to believe—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

What is happiness? Happiness is a deep blessing, you need to slowly appreciate its happiness; What is happiness? Happiness is a gentle reminder that you need to slowly taste the truth it contains; What is happiness? Happiness is a ray of sunshine, which needs you to enjoy its enthusiasm slowly.

Happiness is a blessing

On the day of my birthday, I deliberately asked my mother what day it was today? My mother said, "October 28!" I secretly felt happy for a while and thought, "My mother still remembers my birthday!" So I went on to ask, "What day is today?" My mother said, "What day can there be?" My heart suddenly trembled. It turned out that my mother did not remember my birthday! I held back my tears to prevent them from "blooming". I ran out of the house in a hurry, and my mother's cry gradually disappeared in my ears. When I came to the park, I sat alone on the bench in the park, and the "flowers" were dripping disobediently. It's getting dark. I walked slowly home. The light in the house is dark. Is there no one in the house? When I opened the door and went in, I felt everything was cold and quiet. Alas, only one person has his birthday. A sudden touch startled me. My heart beat very fast. Is there a thief at home? The light also came on, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you" bursts of singing into my ears. Turning around, I saw that my father, mother and brother were celebrating my birthday. My father, mother and brother sent me their best wishes.

My heart is warm, so happiness is a deep blessing.

Happiness is a reminder

Recently, my study state is not very good, and my homework is in a mess; Sometimes I lose my mind in class; The examination results were not satisfactory. The teacher saw that I was not in good condition recently, so he talked to me. I told the teacher, "A few days ago, the monthly exam report card was issued, and my performance was very unsatisfactory. This hit me like a" five finger mountain "on my back, which made me breathless. Therefore, I am not familiar with my study, and I am not interested in learning." After listening, the teacher asked me: "Do you want to take the high school entrance exam?" I firmly said: "Yes." The teacher said: "If you want to, you must learn. Who has not been hit in learning, time and patience can turn mulberry leaves into beautiful colorful brocade. All success is nurtured in patience and loneliness. Nature, time and patience are good doctors for everything. If you still remember that failure, it means that you haven't given up learning, but you haven't come out of it yet. We remember yesterday in order to grasp today, but also to grasp tomorrow. Believe in yourself, you are the greatest miracle. " After listening to the teacher's words, it suddenly dawned on me that I seemed to have wandered between giving up and insisting. Finally, I chose to insist.

A stream of fresh water flows into my heart. It turns out that happiness is just a gentle reminder.

Happiness is very simple, as long as there is family company, that is happiness; Happiness is very simple, as long as there are friends to accompany, that is happiness; Conviction is very simple, as long as there is a teacher's reminder, that is happiness. Happiness is so simple.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (5)

What is happiness? Happiness is that cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Altman fights small monsters.

My happiness is faint, fragrant

In the morning, the gentle light of the sun diffused into the room through the curtains. It was hazy and dreamy, which made my sleep golden - I woke up naturally when I slept. Nested in the quilt, enjoying the half awake and half asleep state. In the hazy, I seemed to hear the symphony of pots and pans, and I could not help playing the "movie" - the busy figure of my mother in the kitchen. Before long, a smell of porridge mixed with air and drifted across the sea, straight into my nose, driving my "half asleep" state away and immediately waking up. My breakfast, it is calling me.

I quickly put on my clothes. "Xiaoying, get up quickly and have a meal." "Oh, here I come" I answered while brushing my teeth. At the speed of "Flash Man", he quickly "flashed" to the kitchen chair.

The breakfast is already on the table. A bowl of red bean and walnut porridge, several pieces of toast, and a boiled egg are nutritious. In the bowl, red beans, walnuts and rice lie quietly at the bottom of the bowl. I picked up the spoon and stirred it gently in the bowl. "White fog" floated from the bowl, with the unique aroma of rice porridge. Red beans, walnuts and rice are hugging each other and dancing in a bowl. Red beans and rice pudding are broken. Their mouths are open and they can't close. I scooped up a spoonful and put it into my mouth. As the red bean has been boiled to a certain extent, just close your lips and gently sip it, and it will melt. Like the red bean, the rice will melt in the mouth just like the red bean, but it has no stickiness. Its stickiness has already seeped into the soup, becoming the stickiness of the soup. It's delicious and refreshing. I can't use "sweet" to describe it. I couldn't help closing my eyes, enjoying the stimulation of my taste buds, and with a selfless look, I couldn't help saying, "Mom, it's delicious, and you should come to eat.". I stared at her for a long time, silly. She found my abnormality, holding the chair in one hand and rubbing my hair in the other. The feeling of happiness and sweetness comes to my heart and spreads all over my body, like the taste of porridge. The taste of love is in the porridge, the feeling of being loved is in my heart, and the footprints of happiness spread throughout the kitchen.

On the table, my mother and I enjoyed a delicious breakfast and talked. I told stories about the school, and she expressed her views. Like a friend, he talks freely without scruple. Outside the window, the birds stopped in pairs on the tree, admiring the happy mother and daughter, and listening to the sweet laughter. This morning, everything is so beautiful, everything is so happy.

My happiness, every day, bit by bit, faint, exudes fragrance.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (6)

(First) Happiness is a feeling, a state of mind, and an experience. Happiness is leisure, happiness is hard work; Happiness is to seek treasures in the mountains of books, and happiness is to be close to nature; Happiness is grab and possession, happiness is mutual help and dedication; Happiness is a straw hat handed by father, a call from mother, and a bunch of flowers held by friends

For me, happiness is my mother's nagging, because it lets me know that someone cares about me; Happiness is my father's harsh words, because it lets me know that I should grow up and someone needs you; Happiness is the teacher's teaching, because it lets me know that knowledge in the world is infinite. All of these let me know what happiness is!

Happiness is sugar, which melts when you eat it. It is sweet and tastes sweet; Happiness is salt, which is indispensable for seasoning; Happiness is water, which nourishes the tongue and the source of life; Happiness is cotton padded clothes, covering the wind and snow; Happiness is a big tree, tall shade.

In fact, happiness is everywhere!

Love is happiness. Love comes from heart. We are bathed in warm sunshine every day, listening to the words of love, and enjoying a beautiful life. This is everyone's own happiness.

Happiness is the four seasons and spring: full of hope and vitality; It is summer: the atmosphere is full of vigor; It is autumn: autumn is high and crisp, and fruitful; It is winter: thousands of miles of ice, pure and pure.

In fact, happiness is very simple!

When your mother nags, please remember that this is your happiness; When father scolds, please remember that this is your happiness; When the teacher teaches, please remember that this is your happiness.

Happiness is a torrent of water that cannot be poured out. Happiness is a sky full of stars and countless pages.

Some things, when you have, do not know how to cherish; When you know how to cherish, no longer have. Happiness is also so fleeting.

Cherish happiness, it fills your sweet, bitter, hot and salty. It is your happiness to cherish your mother's nagging, your father's harsh words, and your teacher's teaching.

Happiness should be grasped and cherished.

Be careful, happiness will slip away, bow, thank you

Beginning of Happiness Composition (7)

(At the beginning) Haizi said: "Facing the sea, spring will bloom, and you will be a happy person from tomorrow." Everyone has different experiences and different interpretations of happiness. For me, happiness is perseverance, hard work and feeling love.

Happiness is the crystallization of persistence. How long can the desert endure suffering? How long can the sky hold on to loneliness? Through the ages, who can give a firm answer? But I want to say that Su Wu's persistence in 19 years two thousand years ago is more tragic and moving.

In the face of the Xiongnu's persuasion to surrender, Su Wu resolutely chose to stick to integrity. The Xiongnu exiled him to the barren Beihai under the condition of poor skills. Su Wu was determined to serve his country with death and calmly faced the exile of the Huns. In the extremely difficult Beihai Sea, even though he was thirsty for snow and hungry for blankets, he still adhered to the valuable national integrity. After 19 years of perseverance, Su Wu was finally able to return to Hanting. At the moment when he returned to Hanting, he was happy.

Happiness is a response to hard work. Life needs a dream. With a dream, we have a goal to pursue. When we achieve our dream through hard work, we will feel endless happiness.

Lang Lang is a pianist. He is the "Prince of Piano" in the eyes of many people. When we see his wonderful performance, we will envy his talent and brilliance. We will think he is very happy. However, do we know how hard he worked before he succeeded? At the age of 15, he came to Vienna, the "City of Music" alone. At that time, he felt that it was not easy to be a substitute, but he did not give up. After hard work, he quickly became a substitute and was recognized by everyone in a "substitute performance". He realized his dream, tried to give him the best response, and he felt great happiness.

Happiness is feeling love. Roman Roland said: "There is no lack of beauty in the world, just a lack of eyes to find beauty." And I would say: there is no lack of love in the world, just a lack of heart to feel love. Feeling love is a kind of happiness.

We are living in a fast-paced society, and love exists in different forms. It needs us to feel carefully. For example, in the noisy street, when we encounter difficulties, someone comes up to help us. While thanking others, we will feel that we are not alone in the world, so we feel happy at this time. Or when you see others have difficulties and take the initiative to help others, and others embrace you and thank you, you will also feel a kind of happiness. This is exactly what is called "giving roses makes your hands fragrant".

From tomorrow, learn to persist, learn to work hard, learn to feel love, and be a happy person.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (8)

(At the beginning) August 18, which is unforgettable, is stamped with a happy seal in my memory. Because I finally stepped onto the podium I had always dreamed of.

I am a junior reporter of the "senior" evening newspaper for three consecutive years. In 2014, I received the equipment of a junior reporter for the first time, and the most representative junior reporter card. The first interview was "directly" to the college entrance examination scene. When my articles were upgraded to ink words printed on the newspaper, I was very excited. I knew that I was officially upgraded to a junior reporter.

All the elements in my life have become the material for my writing practice, and I have more and more articles in the newspaper. I have collected them as a happy gift for my childhood. From the first session to the present, I have upgraded with the team of small journalists. I have picked grapes, worked as a newsboy, experienced drifting, and seen planes at close range. My interview steps have been upgraded, covering traffic police, fire brigade, nursing homes, banks, environmental protection bureaus, and disease prevention and control centers. I have been publishing articles, working hard and making progress. Every time I write, it is a struggle, a progress and a victory upgrade. In the past three years, my writing level has improved and my vision has expanded. At the moment of receiving the prize, I felt that the lights around me seemed to be cast on me, and the ribbons were sprinkled on my shoulders. I deeply felt that as long as I worked hard, there would be gains. From fear to love, I regard writing as an expression of the soul, a dialogue of the language, and an imagination in an amusement park expressing feelings.

If I had the chance, I would like to take part in it next year to challenge different writing and different me. It's nothing but a happier upgrade!

Beginning of Happiness Composition (9)

(At the beginning) On a sunny afternoon, I walked through the mottled shadows of trees into an alley called Shebian Street. Unexpectedly, I came across a painting in the twilight: an old man was half lying on a faded bamboo chair, his head tilted on his own red wall and fell asleep. He was accompanied by a yellow dog with dark eyes. He rested his head on the old man's feet, curled up beside the chair, and fell asleep. It's very quiet here. A butterfly dances narcissistically. I stood and saw the sun moving from the old man to the books and grass in the corner step by step.

I didn't have the heart to disturb an old man's afternoon dream, so I sat on a stone at his feet and waited for the old man to wake up. Later, he told me with his hand that this year, there are six in seventy. He invited me to come in and chat with me while cooking. Through his narration, I pieced together the life fragments of an old man named Tree. It can be said that misfortune is like a shadow, who has followed him for 76 years.

At the age of 15, tree's father died under the gun of Japan in order to gamble, leaving six mouths to be fed. As the eldest son, the tree is duty bound, so she and her mother pull five younger sisters to grow up. He wore a pair of straw sandals and went to the Liuxi River to pick sand. The skin on his shoulder fell, his straw sandals were worn, the moon rose, and he was still on the road. The second sister, the third sister and the fourth sister got married before he got married.

"Her name is Xiu, and she is a peony." The old man remembered the beautiful woman affectionately.

The show will do handwork. The rich and noble crabapple, double lotus flower, and water playing mandarin duck embroidered by the show will be sold, and the money exchanged will be blended with the money of tree carrying sand. The tree moved the big stone to the house for getting ready. After three years, their house appeared behind the ancestral house. "The steps are very high, and the lintel is also very high." The tree said this with some pride. "There is a well in front of the door. I only drilled for two days, and then water came out."

Xiu began to have children. Next, they are all female children. In order, they call their daughters Feng, Zhen, Huan and Ju. The hope of having a son is growing stronger and stronger. So they called their fifth daughter, Di Lian, but the sixth was still a daughter. The tree sighed and named her Di Lan. God has no eyes. The seventh child of the tree is still a daughter. He sits on the steps, leans against the wall and smokes all night. At daybreak, he went into the room to hold his daughter. She looked at her father in his forties with pink eyes. The tree tied his daughter's tender hands with his beard, and later they called her Wan.

The tree married its eldest daughter, Feng, less than 50 meters away. There was a young man named Chao: "I look at him growing up, and I'm relieved." The day after Feng's eldest son was born, the tree's eighth daughter, Qiao, also landed. So far, the tree gave in. The five younger sisters and the six younger sisters have already married, and their old Li family, in his generation, is out of line.

But in 1978, Xiu was pregnant again. I was conceived in October and had a son in one winter. Amitabha! The tree knelt under the shrine and made a wish to the Goddess of Mercy. As soon as he spoke, the crying of his daughters came from the room -- his eyes were closed forever. When a woman gives birth, she lies half in the coffin. Xiu often walks by the river. She is very careful. At the end of the ninth time, the shoes were wet by the river. He buried Xiu without shedding a tear.

The girls grew up and married one by one, leaving only their son Hong. In the summer of 1994, the Liuxi River was not in a hurry. "Why didn't Hong get up after he went down?" This question appeared many times in his later years like a whirlwind. This child is a gift from heaven. When the time comes, he returns to heaven.

"He missed his mother so much that he was a little worried." Later Wan comforted her father.

The father doesn't need his daughter to comfort him. Life, old age, sickness and death are the seasons around us, spring, summer, autumn and winter, one after another. The litchi he planted blossomed and fruited, reddening half the hillside. He built a hut in the Litchi Forest, tied a scarf, sat in front of the hut, squinted, smoked and looked at the litchi tree.

On Friday, he went to the vegetable garden to pick a lot of vegetables and divide them into eight portions. He put the vegetables in a bamboo basket and hung them on the edge of the well. Let the well water steam. After one night, it is a sunny day, and the vegetables are more beautiful. Several daughters brought their grandchildren to see him. He hugged them and kissed them. The family began to cook, as usual. In the evening, the old man told his daughter to take vegetables home. If she didn't come, she would send them to her daughter. So, this is the old age.

"It's a blessing to be able to bask in the sun when you are old," he said, pecking at the contents of the cup.

I've learned that in the ups and downs of life, happiness does not need reasons. At one time, we were faced with a number of misfortunes, even suffering. Calm and calm, we don't have to be gorgeous, just turn around gently, and we will see happiness.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (10)

Happiness is like a song; When playing those moving melodies, Xinfu looks like a ship; Always shuttle in the safe and unimpeded sea, Xinfu is like a flower; What you bring is a series of different fragrances. Ah, Mom, you let me feel the true meaning of happiness

The morning with birds singing and flowers fragrant, spring in full bloom, sunshine, birds singing and birds dancing

I got up early, because today is the first time to work in the field, and I have unspeakable passion and excitement. I woke my mother anxiously. When she saw it, she said happily, "What's the matter, son. Get up so early! Do you want to go to the ground with your mother? "I sobbed for a while and said," Hmm! I just want to experience the fun of working. The teacher said that no pains, no gains. I also want to try the following fun of labor today. Mom, let's get ready to start. "Mother answered:" Well, let's go. It's rare that my baby is so diligent! "We picked up the tools and set out. After a while, we arrived at the farm. My mother asked me to learn how she did it, and I looked at her carefully without any details. I said," OK, I'll learn, Mom. See how I did it, and give me more advice! "I'm very happy! I got serious, picked up the shovel, two shovels on the left, two shovels on the left. In the middle came a bottomless sea to look for the moon. Seeds, backfill, I shouted:" The fairy threw the hydrangea ball! "The earth shakes and the mountains shake. I used the kill skill (hit it off) to fill the earth back. What's more, the size is just right! Mom can't help saying:" You've done a lot! Give me all my seeds... Alas... You! He pretends to be clever before he understands half of it. Look now, the seeds have been destroyed! A few seeds, they are the lives of our common people! We common people rely on these seeds, my baby... "I am very sad because I feel sorry for my mother. I almost made my mother sad. I said sadly to my mother:" Mom, I am sorry, I am not good! "Mother said," Oh, forget it! We can afford to lose some seeds. Good boy! Only if you study hard! We only hope that you will not fail your parents' expectations! OK? "Well, I won't let you down. I will study hard and make progress every day! “

Since then, I have never been self defeating again. I have become more and more serious and better. I vowed to repay my parents' expectations and expectations with excellent results... Ah, how good Xinfu is! He can make a prisoner feel ashamed and humiliated.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (11)

(At the beginning) At this moment, there is a strong desire to express. It is just that the mood is not very good at this time, so I want to tell my feelings so that I can relax. In fact, you didn't do anything in the afternoon. The best time to control your missing is when you are writing a composition, when you are writing a diary.

At that time, you can constantly hint yourself through words and words, saying that you should be magnanimous since you have lost it, so. That's the most sober time. It's also the most forthright time to behave. I will believe it in other times, and I will be a little angry. I will think of him when I write my homework. I don't know why.

Maybe it's because I always thought of him when I wrote my homework after I reconnected with him in Senior High School. I was half hearted. I used to devote myself to doing my homework. Of course, now I'm slowly finding myself. I was thinking of playing with him when I was in primary school, but my academic performance is still much better than him, It's because I can grasp that degree. It's crazy to play with him.

They always let him be scolded by the teacher, but the teacher also knew that my behavior was bad, but my grades were there, so they didn't scold me too much, but they would let us do something closer by adjusting the position, so that we wouldn't disturb other students in class. But at that time, I was very committed to learning. I felt that he was learning by himself beside me, as if it was for his own business. I knew that he would be practical when he was beside himself.

It was practical, and I could play with him as much as I could after I finished my homework, so I was in a good learning state at that time. Now those who want to come to primary school are really happy, with all the people they like around, and they can learn as easily as a fish in water. After junior high school, there is no one to like. I have always put my feelings on him. Did you say that I want to know other people? They have new special feelings for others.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (12)

What is happiness? In fact, it is very simple: a cup of fresh water and a pot of tea can taste happiness; A flower and a green leaf can bring happiness; A humble room and a volume of books can appreciate the happy scenery. Happiness lies not only in material abundance, but also in spiritual pursuit and spiritual enrichment.

Recalling childhood

When I was young, happiness was simple. Happiness is a splash of water; Happiness is fishing; Happiness is mother's embrace, happiness is grandma's fan. We played by the splashing river, we fished in the long stream, and we went home in the call of our mother. When I fall down, happiness is my mother's encouraging smile; Tears, happiness is that a sweet candy; Lonely, happiness is the warmth of children holding hands. The time of childhood is beautiful, and the happiness of childhood is simple and easy to get. As time goes by, the shallow river in front of the door flows away from my childhood, and my grandmother shakes away my childhood with the palm leaf fan.

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When you grow up, happiness is desire; Happiness is waiting; Happiness is hope. The ups and downs in life are all after growing up; All kinds of choices in life are grown up; The responsibilities in life also grow up. These are all tests of happiness. All kinds of hardships, all kinds of frustrations, all kinds of thorns are a key to open the door of happiness. The sunshine always comes after the storm. As long as you work hard, happiness will be at the end of the rainbow. The sweat of hard work will always irrigate the flowers of happiness. I can always find that happy pearl after countless dives. And suddenly looking back, the frustrations behind the success are not a kind of happiness? The more you experience in life, the more colorful your life will be, right?

Look at the future

N years later, happiness means that children and grandchildren can share the happiness of their families; Happiness is peace; Happiness is that the white haired old people walk with each other in the sunset. Happiness may be in the moment of reunion; Happiness may be in the moment of accompanying parents; Happiness may be reported to each other on both ends of the phone. Happiness, what are you? You may be the old man's missing; You may be the old man's sustenance; You may be the old man's concern! You have sent warmth to thousands of old people and peace to tens of thousands of children. You connect the hearts of the elderly and children. You are the link connecting the great love of the world!

Happiness is sometimes abstract, sometimes concrete. Happiness is sometimes far away, sometimes close at hand. Giving is happiness, giving is happiness, getting is happiness, and enjoying is happiness. Happiness is so flat and light and so within reach. May we bathe in this happiness and live happily!

Beginning of Happiness Composition (13)

What is happiness? I think my happiness lies in my mother giving me a cup of warm milk tea. My father gives me a little white sugar in my coffee, which is astringent and sweet. Maybe this is happiness! Happiness is always sweet. It can make you forget your troubles in sadness and face each day happily.

One night, I was writing the composition of "Motherly Love" in my bedroom, but my thoughts were interrupted by the noise outside. I pondered hard, but I still couldn't think of it. When I was in trouble, the door suddenly opened, and the dazzling light shone into my dim little room, and it came on all around. Mother came into the room with a cup of steaming milk tea, put the milk tea on my desk and left quietly. This action of my mother opened the floodgate of my mind. I rushed out of the room to say to my mother, "Thank you." When my mother saw me coming out, she said, "Do you want another cup?" I smiled happily at my mother. When I returned to the room, the steaming milk tea was still steaming, and I smiled. Maybe all the happiness my mother gave me is condensed in this cup of milk tea! This may be happiness!

One sunny afternoon, I was doing my math homework. While writing, I was puzzled by a math problem. I went to ask my classmates, and they said I was stupid, and my heart was very unpleasant, just like coffee. When I went home in the afternoon, I went to ask my father. I was afraid that my father would say I was stupid, so I didn't ask. I put down my schoolbag, took out my math homework and began to meditate. Time went by like water. Twenty minutes later, my father came to see me when he saw that I had not started writing. He saw that I was puzzled by a math problem. He frowned, became worried, serious, and scratched the back of his head. During his meditation for a moment, my heart seemed to be filled with a rabbit, pounding and ready to jump out. My father didn't say I was stupid, but gently scolded me for the steps and solutions to this problem. I couldn't help laughing. Dad seemed to put a little sugar in his coffee, which made me feel that his happiness was unique. My heart was as sweet as honey. This was the happiness Dad gave me!

My mother's cup of milk tea and my father's gentle scolding made me feel that both of them loved me and made me feel extremely happy!

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What is happiness? What is it? And what is the feeling of happiness? Where is it?

Happiness, many people think that happiness is a rich day; Happiness is the life when clothes come out and food comes out; Happiness is a carefree life. Oh, is happiness like this? I don't think so. Happiness is a happy life with a family, no matter how hard and tired it is; Happiness is that you can get the care of others, and get the care of others, which is happiness! When I watch TV, people always say, "Happy life will come soon!" It is often the poor who say these words. They think happiness is a life of wealth, a life of food and clothing, but they are wrong.

If you live in a single parent family, but the family is very rich hundreds of millions, will you be happy? can't? meeting? If you live in a poor family, will you be happy when your family is reunited? I will! At least our family is reunited!

Beginning of Happiness Composition (15)

When I walk on the roadside, I am often guided by curiosity.

I remember once seeing a toddler on the road, staggering along the street, stretching his hands forward, eager to explore the unknown road, but the belt around his waist tied his belly, making him unable to move forward, looking back pitifully at the parents holding the leather belt behind him, but still shaking his head, looking at his fading eyes, At first, I felt sorry for the little guy and began to wonder why parents should tie the child with a belt instead of letting him wander alone?

I remember once when I was walking by the river at night, I saw a girl who left home sobbing on an empty chair, most of whom could not stand the control of her parents. Poor girl, I watched her sad face and aggrieved tears wet on the bluestone floor, and my heart was surging again. Why are her parents so merciless, How about forcing her to do something she doesn't want to do?

I remember that when my father was still working in the bureau, he came home late every night. Even when he came home, there was still a lot of work. Sometimes he was too busy to eat. His mother advised him to eat more food, but he always waved, Smile and say: "No, you can eat it yourself. I will finish the work in the unit. The bureau has regulations. The report of the first day must be handed in the next day. I'm afraid it's too late." After hearing this, I always think about why the company should set such strict requirements on employees?

I have to admit that these questions included my confusion about "restraint", but later I gradually woke up from reality. The baby learned to walk with a rope, so that he would not fall down and could walk in the safest environment; Only when parents control their children can they make them always aware of their real 'tasks and let them learn without external interference; Only when the company formulates rules and is strict with each employee can the company develop stably and work in order and safety. "Restraint" is like a cotton thread holding a kite. It does restrain you and make you lose some of your freedom. But if you think in reverse, it is the restraint that creates a safe and healthy environment. It is like a net that covers us in this protection area and makes us happy.

We are constrained, but at the same time, we also have happiness.

Beginning of Happiness Composition (16)

I met a father when I was eating in a restaurant.

This family sits diagonally opposite me. It's really a thriving population: three children, the old lady, her husband, himself and his wife -- seven people! My father was in his early forties, but his face was full of wrinkles left by life. He is not tall and wears a gray T-shirt. I can see that it is hard for the family to make a living.

When the food arrived, the two younger brothers vied with each other. The father was busy and happy: the soup was too hot. The father poured the soup into two small bowls, wheezing and puffing. The two younger brothers could not reach the dishes, and the father gave them more. He also poured juice, ate ice cream, and fed... His parents were too old to bite hard things. He quietly asked his wife to change the position of the tableware so that they could eat well. After the meal, he didn't eat anything himself. Looking at the jubilant table, I felt that their actions were more interesting than eating... I saw the father laughing.

This is a happy smile for your efforts.

During the night break, I saw this news:

A wife took her husband to court, only because her father did not work hard, played cards and gambled, drank too much, and she worked part-time every day. Children are crying for food at home, but they can't get food

So I immediately thought of the first father.

One of these two men provoked the whole family with his daily hard work and dedication, so as to gain family happiness and happiness. It is his sense of family responsibility and love that constrain him to overcome difficulties and forge ahead. The second man doesn't love any restrictions. His gambling and drinking are just self paralyzing means to escape from life and reality. He will remain empty forever, because he does not know where his happiness and happiness come from, and his family responsibilities are just floating clouds for him.

Human happiness often comes from constraints. You will carry forward with a sense of mission. If you abandon the constraint, you will be like a broken kite wandering in the air, leaving only a body. So, be willing to bear the burden and hindrance in life, which is the constraint of a person's happiness in this world!

Beginning of Happiness Composition (17)

On Friday, when I walked by a primary school, I saw a group of pupils swarming out, and the school gate was already full of parents coming to pick up. It was a hot summer day at that time. The colorful umbrellas dazzled people. There were also grandfathers and grandmothers who were fanning with big cattail fans. They could have sat in the air-conditioned room with watermelons chasing the drama, but because of the children, they had to wait anxiously, which made me sigh: each of us was a trouble to others when we were young.

In school, my science achievements were good, so people often came to ask questions about problems they encountered after class, and I therefore shortened my extracurricular time to solve them. I can only listen to the voices of my classmates who are going farther and farther, standing in front of my desk, watching the next question brought by the next person. The sun shines quietly outside the window, and I can't help yearning for the students' irreverence in laughing and scolding. But when I see that boring topic, my leisure feeling is swept away and I fall into meditation again. At the end of the topic, I felt relaxed again, and I felt very successful in solving other people's problems.

Trouble in life, trouble in school for parents; The trouble of being a superior after work; Later, he became a family, and his children began to study when they grew up; Old and inconvenient, I had to ask someone to take care of me, which became the trouble of the nanny (or guardian) again.

At the same time, people are also trouble eliminators. They can eliminate each other's troubles by their own strength, or they can clench their teeth and try their best to help each other overcome difficulties. Even if you have a skill, you have to escape from trouble. Alas! Although trouble itself is negative, it has brought about endless positive effects. After singing a song and answering a question, people have another friend, a way to answer, or a higher level of knowledge. On the contrary, if a person is carefree all his life, he will only have shallow interpersonal relationships and knowledge, even break away from the world of mortals, and become a monk who will only concentrate on chanting scriptures and practicing.

Trouble is a whetstone, smoothing our vitality and restlessness; Trouble is a red line that connects the hearts of two strangers; Trouble is a stepping stone, which forms a ladder to the peak of life.

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There are many scars from the shackles, but somehow, I can always get some firm strength from some unknown places, and slowly heal the wound bit by bit. I guess, maybe, this is God's favor for me. Although it created the success for me in time, it told me not to give up in the opposite place where the spring is blooming.

On, I met several good friends. I also wondered where the predestination came from. In the vast sea of people, God let us meet and know each other after wandering around the world for more than ten years. Really, I trust them very much. Maybe real life doesn't make me feel the warmth. There is smoke everywhere that is not ours. Therefore, I cherish them more. They are in a very hidden place in my heart. I can't see their bodies and all their flaws. I like the heart to heart communication now.

Speaking of this, my heart will feel some happiness vaguely. Just after the New Year, Zhao Ben's sketch "You at the same table" was again welcomed by the audience, which reminded me of my deskmate. In fact, the present deskmate is also very good, but I still can't forget the fat deskmate in primary school. His words and deeds to me, and every drop left in my memory, are all small touches in the journey of life, Occasionally in the bottom of my heart burst out some warm touch. On the day of graduation, I didn't expect that the stubborn boy would also leave with red and swollen eyes. Now, I miss him very much. May he still remember me.

Life, indeed, has left me a little touched.

After falling down countless times, I still walk on the journey of life with my broken heart. After the fetters, there are always some people to support me. Well, for the sake of my little happiness and the people who make me happy, I should also move forward firmly for my own sake. May tomorrow be a sunny day with snow!

Start: "What is happiness? Do you feel happy every day?"

If I asked you this question, how would you answer me?

Maybe you will say, "It is happiness to be with the person you like."

"It's happiness to be with your family every day."

"It is happiness to be free from examinations every day."

Everyone has their own exclusive memory. Every time you think of that memory, you will feel happy, because every time you think of it, you will feel very warm and warm, like a Mars in the ice and snow. Even if it is small, it is enough to make you feel warm.

Isn't happiness the same?

I still remember when I was a child, one winter, there were small snowflakes floating in the sky. I like snow very much, so I made my mother take me out to play. Holding my mother's hand, I walked on the pedestrian street. I just felt my mother's hand was warm. Snowflakes are flying in the air, like dancers in the air, so beautiful. A pair of sweet lovers in the street look so happy in the snow, and of course there is also a family, which is also so harmonious.

At this time, an old man came in front. He was skinny and wearing thin clothes. In some places, he was scratched by something and became streaky, and kept flying in the air. Time has left a deep mark on his face. The wrinkles on his face are vaguely visible. His fluffy hair looks so messy, and there are still falling snowflakes on it. In this way, he still held a rusty small box in his arms and walked along the snow covered pedestrian street. His appearance in this pedestrian street is out of place.

He walked up to my mother and me and said, "Give me some money. I haven't eaten for many days." "Grandpa, why don't you go home?" I asked innocently. He just smiled awkwardly. She replied, "My home is gone." When I wanted to ask something else, my mother saw this and pulled me away. My mother said, "Come on, it must be a lie again." "Don't mother, you see that old man is so pathetic." Then I suddenly felt that I had a one dollar coin in my pocket, so I broke my mother's hand and ran to the grandpa. I put the dollar into the small box in his arms. "Here, grandpa, I have only one dollar." The grandpa smiled and said thank you. The smile looked so warm in the snow, like the sun in the sky, Sprinkle light and heat on the earth, even if the snowflakes are dancing, it will not be so cold.

Yes, a small smile has magical power. It can make people feel happy and warm.

I want to say: "A smile is a small happiness."

Because the radian on others' lips is beautiful and warm.

Happiness is very simple, for me, is to see a smile from others.

Start: What is happiness? Happiness is flying kites with friends; Happiness is being around the stove with your family; Happiness is also my mother's concern for me all the time.

I was very naughty and mischievous. After only one or two words, I quarreled with my mother.

"This bowl was not dropped by me. As soon as I came back from school, that bowl was lying there," I said, blowing my beard and staring.

"Who is the most mischievous person in our family? Who is the most mischievous person? Who can be if you are not? Am I not the one?"

"It's not me at all. Don't believe me, hum! I will never speak to you again."

"Bang!" I fell heavily on them and ran out. My eyes were filled with tears of injustice, but I stubbornly refused to let them stay.

I ran as hard as I could, until I had no strength to run again, I found a stone bench and sat down. After calming down for a while, I remembered the quarrel with my mother just now and thought that I was doing something wrong, so I reflected on it.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you are not wrong. She misunderstood you first."

"Should I go back and admit my mistakes to my mother?"

"Why go back? She misunderstood you first. It's her fault if it's wrong."

……

After some ideological struggle, seeing that the sky was getting dark, he decided to go home and take the initiative to admit his mistakes to his mother.

From a distance, my mother walked back and forth at the gate, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, her face wrinkled and worried.

Come closer and listen to my mother's low whispers behind the wall——

"My son, it's my mother who misunderstood you. It's my mother's fault. Come back quickly. Just now your father came home and told me that the bowl was broken in the morning. He didn't clean it up because he didn't have time to go to work. Come back quickly, son..."

After listening to my mother's words, the tears that had held back for a long time finally came down one by one. The big tears soaked my skirt. Dashing to her mother, she threw herself into her arms and apologized to her mother.

At the dinner table, we were having a hot dinner together, enjoying ourselves. The empty space in our hearts had been filled by the happy dinner. We ate bitter gourds in our mouths, but felt sweet.

In the middle of the night, my mother got up carefully. I didn't know why I suddenly woke up, but I still pretended to be asleep. My mother came to tuck me in and casually said, "You know how to make bed when you sleep. What if you catch a cold?"

My little heart was warmed by this little happiness, and the corners of my mouth could not help floating on a shallow smile.

Beginning: I remember the year before last I heard that Feng Gong wrote, directed and performed a film called Hot Tofu in a hurry.

Feng Gong said, "This is a small investment. It's a big investment." The whole film invested 2 million yuan from startup to completion. Compared with those blockbusters, those so-called blockbusters are often tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, piling up a virtual visual enjoyment with a pile of money and props. Feng Gong explained the huge investment here: "This film has condensed his feelings of breaking into the performing arts industry, and it is the film with the most emotional investment."

When I heard these things, my first feeling was to show off. Although I like Feng Gong's crosstalk and his personality very much.

Until this Spring Festival, I accidentally watched Feng Gong's Hot Tofu in a hurry. Only then changed own view.

From the beginning, the film has always been integrated with a light lingering sadness.

Whether it's Liu Hao, the three wheeled stool decorated by Feng Gong, who wrote on his tricycle: "One less comment than BMW;"; It was Liu Hao in the film who took in the son born to his ex-wife, and the so-called son always talked with Feng Gong with "Ah"; In addition, Liu Hao paid great attentions to those women in order to woo his wife; wait. Although at first sight, these scenes are very funny. You may laugh all the time, but at the end of the day you will suddenly remember the verb cry. No reason to remember.

The film was shot naturally, without deliberately expressing something. Just let the audience enjoy themselves in the life of comings and goings.

The film uses the dialect of Baoding, Hebei Province, which makes the distance between the film and the audience much closer at once.

The film inherits the consistent style of comedy and is happy.

Although from beginning to end there is no trace of thrill and excitement. exceeding one's expectations.

But after watching it, I felt like watching the fate of my neighbor's uncle. Simple and kind. The lingering sadness is light and will never make you cry. It will only make you laugh, more or less weighty, or think.

It is said that art originates from life and is higher than life. However, I feel that this film breaks this convention. This film is not only from life, but also close to life.

The film always adheres to the principle of small, small characters, small plots and small dialects.

That kind of little sadness, even that kind of little happiness at the end.

From the beginning to the end, I feel my body is getting lighter, and there is a feeling that something is hitting my heart.

First: looking at the teacher who was standing on the podium talking with great interest, I secretly made a strong move under the desk, but I still didn't have the courage to lift it. I secretly told you that I really wanted to go to the toilet and blamed my mother. When I went out in the morning, I had to fill a bag of fresh milk with me and said that I would drink it during the big break, but I had such poor self-control that I drank it on my way to school. I started my first class without going to the toilet in time, alas! Now I feel uncomfortable all over!

Blink and look at the watch on the wall. It's OK not to look at it. I want to cry when I look at it. It took me only half of forty minutes. I began to pray to the sky secretly in my heart, "Time goes faster! Faster!"

My stomach is distressing. I try hard to hold it, and try harder! Alas, it's really urgent! There are 15 minutes left before class ends... 10 minutes. Five minutes... There is only one minute left, and I began to count down. I felt my legs were numb because of the strong grip, which was probably the hardest 60 seconds

"Ringing bell......" Finally, my dearest, no, is the dearest bell for class! I flew out of the classroom and rushed to the toilet with a whoosh. The speed was certainly not slower than that of Liu Xiang. At that time, there was no referee to cut the time for me. What a pity!

When I walked out of the toilet humming a song, I suddenly felt a little happiness, a happy happiness. Hey hey, it's so simple to want happiness. The small happiness is always around us!

Start: Happiness is always around you. If you take the job from your mother and feel warm, that is happiness; If you read letters from friends and taste friendship under the lamp, it is happiness. Happiness may be small, but it is also happiness—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

I have always been willing to be a frog in the bottom of a well, savoring my little happiness, sitting alone with a couple, enjoying the quiet and peaceful satisfaction, and savoring the abandoned little happiness alone.

I hid in the corner alone for a happy day, and I couldn't close my mouth happily. My classmate gave me a candy. In the eyes of others, it may be a laughingstock and despicable. However, this little sugar, in my eyes, is precious. It is just a sugar, but it carries a full ship of friendship, drifting on the sea, and finally came to my hands. When I took that candy, I was very satisfied. At that time, I giggled at a loss. I thought I was so cute!

Yes, when people feel very happy, they are very cute.

I hid this little happiness in a corner. Recently, I slowly tasted it. Although it is not a big piece of happiness, I feel very sweet.

When I got home, I called my mother.

As soon as the phone was connected, there came my mother's eternal problem. The first sentence was "Have you worn the sweater you brought? Don't catch a cold again." I had just finished answering, my mother asked me another question. Before I finished answering, my mother fired a string of cannons. Although she was a bit nagging, I felt very warm and kind when she hit me.

……

My mother's voice disappeared over the phone. When I put down the phone, I suddenly felt a little cold. Slowly sit down, savor the care over there, and think about this little happiness.

Late at night, lying in bed, count, small happiness touched me.

A little happiness is treasured in the heart, taken out from time to time, and still happy

Start: Night, already deep. The bright moon hangs high in the sky, setting off the sky's height. Moonlight walks the earth like silver, mottled. It was late autumn, and most of the leaves were withered. Leaving the leaves like a butterfly lingering on the scene, she danced briskly and drew a beautiful arc in the air. The night is as quiet as water, and my heart is filled with mother's love, which reminds me of my little happiness.

It was late at night, I could not hear the cricket's chorus, but I felt a little lost. Looking up, most of the homework on the desk has been completed. I stretched and sat up. My mother, who was reading quietly at the desk, stood up at this time: "Let me pour you a glass of milk!" My mother said as she gently covered the door and went out. Soon, the milk fragrance came in, and my mother handed me the tea: drink it while it's hot. After taking the cup, I took a sip. Warm, I looked up and saw my mother's eyes. They were smiling and full of concern for me. My mother gently stroked my head: "Learn quickly, Mom will accompany you." Then the room fell into a silence. Only the pen tip left a rustling writing sound on the paper and the sound of the book industry turning from time to time. "Mom, I can't do this problem." I pointed out the exercise to my mother. Mother pondered for a moment: "Come here, I'll tell you." I rubbed my mother's side, and when I saw her side face, I was shocked. Under the background of the lamp on the table, my mother's face is not so smooth, and there are even some fine wrinkles. My mother's face is not very good, which may be because she stays up with me every night. The speed of mother's lecture is not fast, patient and meticulous, I can understand. "Well, it's late, go to bed quickly!" My mother urged me. She made the quilt for me. After I lay down, she tucked it in, and then turned to leave. A touch overflows from the bottom of my heart, I feel so happy.

Moonlight, like water, flows quietly and diffuses. In a twinkling of an eye, the hut is full of bright moonlight, gentle and beautiful, just like the beautiful eyes of my mother. When I was a child, my mother always tucked in the quilt before leaving. Over the years, my mother has kept this habit, just like her constant love. Mother love flows through my heart like water, making me feel happy, small, subtle and eternal.

First: We always think that we are the most unlucky person in the world. Is it happiness only when we are admitted to a famous university or win a million prizes?

It was Grandma's birthday, and when she returned to her hometown, she suddenly felt very kind. After dinner, Grandma and I went home.

Just after the door was opened, a faint smell of local dishes mixed with cold air came to my face. There is not much difference between inside and outside, just a wall. I sat on the bed watching TV while my grandmother sat by holding pine nuts for me.

Grandma said that this year, there were a lot of pine nuts and walnuts in the "harvest". Because I don't like walnuts, I bought a lot of pine nuts for me.

I comfortably spread out on the bed, "Pa! Pa!" The sound of pinecone clip is like beautiful music, flowing into my heart. Soon, the pine nuts had piled up into a hill, and I began to eat them. I tried to eat, but it seemed that I could never finish it. Look at Grandma's hands again: a pair of old hands, like crumpled paper, fingers are short and thick, as if they can never be stretched straight...... How could they be so fast? Only then did I find the reason. There was a big bag on the ground, filled with pinecones. The peeled pinecones looked like processed jade, round and smooth. How many days will it take?

Then look at Grandma. There are many silver threads wrapped in her black hair, and the flesh on her face is obviously sagging downward. When she smiles, her eyes are narrowed, and wrinkles are squeezed together

This is happiness. Although this happiness is small, it is hard won. Facing this small happiness, I will keep it in my heart. Cherish it, how can you "live in bliss without knowing happiness"?

In fact, the happiness that has been pursued is just a little bit in life. As long as you find it carefully, you will always find your own happiness!