(2)
The classroom was quiet, and the students watched Mr. Chen waving his arms smartly on the blackboard, leaving the neat problem-solving process behind his hands in detail. But I still don't understand. I am embarrassed to ask him to explain it to me again, because I saw tiny sweat particles oozing from the teacher's forehead, and I don't want to waste my classmates' time because of me.
My deskmate, a dignified girl, sometimes looked up at the blackboard and sometimes bowed her head to write, with a happy smile on her face.
"What did you say to me? I don't understand. "
"Of course." She readily agreed. "..." Her face is like a blooming Chinese rose on campus, and her gentle voice is as gentle as the warm spring outside the window. I really hope that time will stop at this time. I really hope that there is a camera in my hand now, so that this beautiful moment will become eternal.
"Is that all right?" She asked me with a smile.
"Thank you! I see. "
I finally saw the happy appearance, smiling like a flower; I finally heard the tone of happiness, as soft as the spring breeze.
(3)
Every noon, I can eat hot noodles cooked by my mother. My mother looked at the voracious food, shook her head and asked me with a smile, "This is really not like a big girl."
"What is this! Mom. I want to eat the sweetness in your rice bowl. No. This is the taste of happiness! "
The hot air in the pot is rising, and the honey juice of love is getting stronger and stronger. I filled a bowl of noodles with delicious dishes.
"You eat! Mom. "
My mother's big hand covered my little hand, and the warmth of love spread along my arm to my heart.
Oh! I feel the temperature of happiness: she originally came from a bowl of hot noodles.
(4)
"Stop it. Stop talking. None of us will talk to anyone. " I shouted at my good friend angrily. She was shocked. She saw my angry face. Probably the pretty face of a beautiful woman is the ugliest when she is angry!
After venting my anger, I feel how lonely I am I really don't want to break up with her! But I really don't know how to express my wishes. Let me close my eyes, let me calm down, let me listen to the sound of my heartbeat. ...
"Aren't you angry?"
A familiar voice came into my ears. I held her shoulder and tears soaked my eyes. "Aren't you angry?"
"How come?"
At this moment, I have a new understanding of happiness: happiness is an tolerance between friends.
I finally found happiness: she never left me and always stood by me quietly.
Teacher Du's comments: The little author is good at finding writing materials from her side. Ordinary little things show spirituality in her works. Isn't spiritual life another kind of happiness?
Happiness turns out to be tolerance.
Tolerance is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. I didn't think so before, but since that happened, I have a new understanding of tolerance.
That day, we were having a math class, and Teacher Chen asked me to play the board. When I walked to the podium, my mind was blank, and it was really difficult for me to come up with this question. Fortunately, Mr. Chen had to go out to answer the phone, so I quickly ran off the platform to ask my friend Xiaohong for help. Maybe she didn't make it either Please, she turned me down. I forgot her refusal and grabbed his notebook and walked back. As soon as I stood on the podium, she crept up to me, hit me twice first and tripped me to the ground in front of the whole class. At that time, I couldn't wait to get into the crack in the ground. I just feel hot and dry, ashamed and covered in dust. I was patting the dirt on my body when Mr. Chen came in and saw two torn exercise books on the ground. Seeing this scene, I asked about the situation. The classroom was as quiet as a whistle, as if a tiny needle could be heard when it fell to the ground. For a long time, the air condensed together and no one spoke. Teacher Chen doesn't ask any more questions.
I knew I was humiliated at that time. Maybe if I were someone else, I would be with her with hatred. But I didn't quarrel with her or scold her. After school, I said nothing. I just thought to myself: it's really no big deal. There will inevitably be contradictions between classmates. We should be more considerate and understand others. Besides, we are also at fault. In life, if I am not good at tolerating others, I will only live a life of hatred and boredom all day. With tolerance, I can find happiness and happiness and feel the happiness of life.
When she came to school this afternoon, she still smiled at me and didn't embarrass me, as if nothing had happened. When I sat opposite her, I gave her the same brilliant smile. We didn't say anything, which was the embarrassment we encountered when we concentrated on communication in the morning.
After the first class, I found her notebook fell to the ground. I went over and bent down to pick it up and put it on her desk as an apology. At this moment, she just walked into the classroom. Seeing this scene, she quickly said "thank you". I replied, "No, it is necessary. Should students help each other? " At that time, she bowed her head deeply, grabbed her skirts with both hands and blushed. After a long time, we looked at each other. Suddenly, we all laughed. Long-lost smiles reappeared on our faces, and our relationship was as harmonious as before. Later, nothing unpleasant happened to us. We had a wonderful time together and often helped each other in life. She forgave me, and I forgave her. Happiness has become our common wealth.
Only the width can accommodate people, and the thickness can carry things. Happiness is to tolerate others, regardless of their faults and shortcomings, learn to understand others and put yourself in others' shoes. It is because I am good at tolerance that I feel the existence of happiness in my life.
Teacher Du comments: School life is the main life of students. We always think their school life is boring, but after reading Lanlan Zhou's composition, I don't think this is what we expected. Their life is also wonderful: they practice their future social life in school, and school life is a prelude to their stepping into society.
Happiness turns out to be reunion
Many people think that happiness means having great wealth, while I think happiness means having a perfect family.
My family is in the countryside, and there is a tradition here: boys are the pillars of the family. If there are only girls at home, parents will feel that this is a very sad thing and they will feel that they are dwarfs everywhere. There is a girl above me. Three days after landing, he was adopted to his grandmother's house and lived with her all the time. I am very lucky. Although I am a girl, I have never left my parents, and I have gained too much love from my sister. Later, when I had a younger brother, my parents finally showed a satisfied smile on their faces. But I always feel guilty and would rather be taken out for adoption to make up for my sister's loss of parents' love. However, I can't decide this matter!
I saw with my own eyes that my parents made a lot of efforts, and I didn't feel jealous at all. When I can hold my sister's hand and go to school together, when I can get into a bed with my sister and laugh and curse, when I can hear my sister calling me my sister affectionately, it has become my dream!
Time goes by little by little, and I miss my sister's wish and never stop. Finally, I looked forward to my sister, who promised to go home to school. From then on, I can proudly tell my companion: "Sister is home!" " "
It was a wonderful time. We go to school together and go home together. I no longer feel lonely. We play games together. I think I am the happiest little girl in the world. My parents always tell me when they buy us delicious food: "Let my sister eat first." This is my favorite sentence. Whenever I have grievances, I always talk to my sister. It's nice to have someone listen to yourself!
Three years passed quickly, and there were some disputes in my extended family, so my family had to move to another house. It is inconvenient for a family of five to squeeze into a small house. My sister said she would go back to her grandmother's house. I made great efforts, but I still didn't decide to save my sister. Later, my sister went to junior high school, and she insisted on going to school in White House. After that, my sister didn't go home.
Now, my new house is finally built. My parents specially prepared a beautiful little room for my sister and me. I decorated it carefully and tried to remember my sister's hobbies. Even the pictures hanging on the wall were given to me by her. After everything was ready, I decided to invite my sister home again.
"Can you go home and live?" I met my sister at my grandmother's house and said timidly, I am afraid that she will flatly refuse. "I really miss you, sister." At that time, it felt as if the air had solidified together. I looked at my sister's pink face and my heart was full of hope. My sister was silent for about two or three minutes, and finally spoke.
"Of course."
Hearing these two words, I was shocked and suddenly felt relaxed.
"Let's go home together? Sister. "
My sister and I held hands and went home by bus together. Along the way, I never let go of my sister's hand, as if my sister would disappear as soon as I let go.
Mom stood at the door waiting for us to go home with a big smile on her face.
At this time, I think this day is the happiest day in our family. I know that the happiness of our family is reunion.
Teacher Du's comments: After reading Zhu Yifei's composition, I was moved by her sincere feelings. What a deep brotherhood this is! Through words, I feel the image of a lovely sister. Isn't this the greatest advantage of this article?
Happiness turned out to be a cup of tea.
Happiness, for most of my partners, is nothing more than eating and dressing well, then asking my parents for more money, surfing the Internet for a while, or going to the store to buy a cigarette. Is this really happiness? But I don't think so. I think happiness is like a cup of tea. We should not only drink, but also learn to savor. This is how I feel when I chat with my mother.
My friends and I have the same understanding, because we found that my parents think the same way. They think that happiness needs a lot of money, and only money can make up for all their shortcomings.
I used to think my parents were like this. They only work hard to make money all day, and they don't care about my life and my brother's life at all. Seeing other children playing games with their parents, I am eager for them to take our two brothers to Yibin Park. Even there, give me a five-foot-five boy and buy a popsicle to satisfy my vanity. But this is an extravagant hope! They think this is the petty-bourgeois sentiment of the city people. "Here it is. Money. Go and play. " Dad always repeats this mantra.
I finally can't stand it. One afternoon, I complained strongly to my mother. I am determined to persuade my mother to care more about my brother and me. But my mother won't talk to me. I will always be a child in her eyes. I quarreled with my mother angrily.
"Just take a day off, take some time to play with me and my brother. What we want now is not money, but nagging you. "
"nagging? Do you want to hear me scold you? " Mother kept working and said without looking up.
"How to say Chenghua! I just want to talk to you! Who wants to listen to training? "
"You have grown into a big boy, and the house at home has just been built into an empty shell. Which one doesn't need money to paint and decorate? Do you think I like working? Do you think I don't know how to rest comfortably? "
"……"
"As soon as you go to school in the morning, I will quickly cook and eat to work in Hexi. Neither your father nor I work hard. How did our family change so quickly in the past two years? When our house is decorated, you two brothers get married, and we sit together and talk for three days and nights. Also like what city people get, ... "
"Pu 'er tea. Chatting with Pu 'er tea. " I quickly took the words and said with a smile.
"yes. It's Pu 'er tea. How to drink Pu 'er tea? Then you must teach me well. " Mom said it was funny. Today, for the first time, I feel that my mother also has natural romantic feelings. Her face showed the happy smile I dreamed of.
"That's it. Hey hey. " I imitated the tea cover on TV, skimmed the tea gently, and then smacked my lips hard. Mother was amused by my funny behavior.
It turns out that happiness is around, but we are too careless to hold the warm hand of happiness.
Teacher Du's comments: Life needs careful experience. On the basis of careful observation, the little author wrote his own feelings about life, which is probably the way to write it.
The feeling of happiness
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Happiness in the sky wears blue; The happiness of the forest is covered with green; My happiness is that I can always hear my mother's gentle crying.
Happiness-thin needle and thread on clothes
Green background, red flowers, with my beating, floral wool skirt dancing happily, I am like a beautiful flower in Hu Die. This is the image designed for me by my mother's dexterous hands. She floats in my young memory like a petal in a dream and has become my eternal memory.
When I was a child, my mother always bought beautiful wool, and stayed up late to knit me sweaters, beautiful tops, beautiful wool skirts and beautiful pants. She weaves beautifully! Aunt neighbor said, "How cheap sweaters are on the street now! It looks good. Buying one is both time-saving and beautiful. Why bother? " My mother always smiles and says, "That's different. I want my daughter to be the most beautiful princess in the world. "
Now, I have grown up, and I am no longer a small butterfly among flowers. However, every stitch and thread of my mother is woven in my heart and turned into deep love.
Happiness turned out to be a floral skirt knitted by my mother!
Happiness-mother's nagging
"I told you to wear more clothes, but you never listened. Don't be enthusiastic, just be elegant! "
"You get a bottle of water! I owe it to eat at home and go out to drink water! "
"Bring more money! Three cents can beat a hero. "
"Pack your things early and don't worry when you leave!"
"……"
Do you have any experience in this kind of nagging? My mother is a real nag. What a nuisance! Fortunately, I have learned a unique skill: my left ear goes in and my right ear goes out, leaving no trace in my head.
My mother always nags when she comes to school every Sunday. When I came to school, I suddenly found that I forgot to bring my Chinese book. Tears of sadness welled up in an instant. Just when I wanted to cry, I suddenly found my mother stuffing the book between my clothes. I realized that nagging is another way of love.
Happiness is mom's nagging!
Happiness-Mom's Laughter
In the final exam, I got the third place. I was holding certificates and prizes, and my heart was as sweet as honey. As soon as I stepped on the threshold of my home, I crept to find my mother and suddenly floated to her like a gust of wind.
"Mom, what do you think this is?"
Mother was surprised, instantly put on a smiling face and said angrily, "you silly girl!" " "
She won the prize in one hand and immediately held me in her arms. Clap your hands is a series of kisses. This kiss makes me feel ashamed. I am thirteen years old. How can I enjoy it? ...
It is said that our peony in Luoyang is the most beautiful in the world, but I think it is not as good as my mother's smiling face.
Peony, smiling face, smiling face, peony. I found that I became the happiest girl in the world!