This is a happy composition 1 happiness, which brings me unlimited fun like a child: happiness makes me dizzy like a puzzle: happiness warms me like the winter sun; Happiness cools me down like ice water in summer.
Because my grandparents brought me up when I was a child, I developed a naughty character. One morning, I told my classmates to get up for school, walked for a while and saw a bird's nest. I was ecstatic and said to my classmates, "Let's go up the tree and dig the bird's nest!" "No, no! I'm late for school! " She said very seriously. I turned and walked to the school, thinking: I will pick it up at noon! Hey hey! When I got home at noon, I thought of watching Run! After Brothers was replayed, I forgot about digging the bird's nest. After school in the afternoon, several students came to our community to play, and I asked them to dig the bird's nest with me. We climbed the tree and dug it out. "Nothing!" What a coincidence that you are happy for nothing. My grandmother saw me climbing a tree, and she told my grandfather. I went home, "I haven't been to the house to uncover tiles for three days!" " "I smiled shyly.
Mom came back, heard about it, and told me that birds also have homes. They worked hard to build a house once, and you ruined their happiness. What if we are birds? Suddenly I feel that I have gone too far, and I am constantly asking myself: What is happiness?
My parents used to be very busy and didn't celebrate my birthday very much.
I forgot myself on my birthday. My friends and I played downstairs for a long time. Suddenly, my friends ignored me. No matter what I tell them, they just ignore me. They left me and left me alone. In an alley without street lights and lights, it is even more lonely. I am crying, crying silently. Suddenly, a stuffed bear came up to me with a cake in his hand, followed by my friends. They sang a birthday song, and then I came to my senses!
So this is happiness!
This is Happy Composition 2. After every exercise, I feel comfortable drinking a coke. At this time, there is always a gentle word ringing in my ear, "Brother, it is not bitter to eat a candy!" " "It aroused infinite happiness in my heart.
That afternoon, when I was playing a scooter, I stopped by my aunt's house and traveled all the way. When I walked into menstruation's house and looked at the coke in my hand, it suddenly occurred to me that my little cousin and I were "fellow travelers". She just went to kindergarten and has a soft spot for coke. My aunt opposes her drinking coke, which contains a lot of carbonic acid, and my cousin is young, and drinking too much is not good for her physical development. The more restrained the aunt, the stronger the cousin's desire to drink coke. Yes, last Saturday, I brought a bottle of coke and put it in my cousin's mouth without touching it. My aunt severely criticized me.
I rushed into the kitchen, quickly pulled out the cupboard, pulled out the bowl, poured coke into the bowl, and picked up the bowl.
"Brother, brother!" My sister heard the sound and jumped out of the room. Her pink face turned into a flower. My hand is in the air, I can't go up and down, and it is a statue.
She hugged my thigh at once, and her little face rubbed up and down on my thigh intimately. Looking up at the bowl in my hand, it seems that there is a huge secret hidden in my bowl. She asked her father angrily, "Brother, what do you drink?" Little face full of curiosity. "Don't give away the stuffing!" I'm a little sure-"Drink the medicine!" Then he suddenly took a sip, twitched, spat out his tongue and showed an extremely painful expression.
My cousin's eyes flashed from the bowl to my face. Infected, my face is covered with flowers and bitter gourd, and the whole person is dull there, suffering severe "pain" with me.
"Brother, is this medicine really so bitter?" She swallowed a mouthful of water. "Bitter! The bitter tongue is numb! " I shook my head. "Ha ha!" I can't stop breathing. I want to breathe away the bitter taste in my mouth. My cousin froze, opened her mouth wide and looked scared.
In an instant, she turned and ran away, and I exulted, perhaps frightened by my "horrible" appearance, perhaps drowned by that mysterious bitterness. I am extremely proud of my superb acting skills. After a wonderful performance, I always enjoy it.
"Brother, brother!" My cousin waved her hands and ran out of the room again. Oh, no, hurry up, the coke in the bowl will be finished at once, and you must not leave any traces, otherwise "all previous efforts will be wasted". I cocked my head and tried my best to show my loss after the pain. "Brother, here!" Cousin's little hand slowly unfolded, and two "white rabbits" toffee lay quietly in her palm. "Brother, if you eat sugar, your mouth won't be bitter! ……"
My heart thumped, and before I knew it, she had peeled off the candy paper, stood on tiptoe, leaned down and stuffed the sugar into my mouth. I chewed gently, and waves of sweet taste spread, filling every cell of the taste buds in my mouth. Happiness suddenly swept the whole body, infinitely magnified, magnified, and squeezed out the "small" in my heart!
This is happiness composition 3. Watch the sunrise in the morning and the sunset at night. In a quiet room, I am drinking a cup of fragrant tea and holding a book in my hand.
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I like reading books and poetry since I was a child. The touching stories, shocking scenes and vivid characters in the book left me with many beautiful or profound memories. Euphemistic and implicit poems, such as the quiet and brilliant starry sky, give people reverie or linger, and often make my rippling heart a little empty.
In A Dream of Red Mansions, my favorite person is Lin Daiyu.
Dai Yu can shed grass in front of the Sansheng Stone and become a human figure, which is doomed to shed tears for the playboy who "seeks revenge for no reason and sometimes looks like a fool" all her life. As gentle as water, Daiyu seems to know her ending, so she feels that "flowers are blooming all over the sky, and beauty is fragrant". Therefore, the helplessness of "360 days a year, the wind and the sword force each other" was issued; Therefore, there is a suspicion that "those who bury flowers today are stupid, and those who bury flowers in the year know who they are"; Because of this, I feel the desolation of "no elegy for me, I don't know when flowers will fall and people will die", so I feel free and easy about "Leng Yue's spirit of burying flowers".
I like all her rebelliousness, her sadness and her melancholy. She didn't lose when she died. She won the love of Baoyu!
Alas! Thick and noble, I can sigh the endless feelings of ancient and modern times; Finding someone to marry, poor romantic debts are hard to pay.
Look at Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I love treacherous Cao in troubled times; I worship Zhuge Liang, who is ingenious; I admire Guan Yu, who "went through five customs and killed six generals"; Appreciate Liu Bei who values emotion and righteousness.
The Three Kingdoms, a turbulent and chaotic era, gave birth to heroes who fought for the world. It can be said that "the Yangtze River is rolling eastward, and the waves are scouring heroes. Success or failure lies here. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. Meeting after drinking is a kind of enjoyment, and many things have been said in ancient and modern times. "
If a novel is a pot of mellow wine, then poetry is a cup of light tea.
I envy the innocence of "children scrambling to catch up with Huang Die, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to find it", and appreciate the heroism of "drunken lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, and you have fought several times since ancient times"; I like the free and easy exile "Luoyang's relatives and friends are like asking each other, and a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot", and admire the elegance of the layman who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains and countryside "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; I love Yue Fei even more. "The shame of Jingkang is still fresh; When will the hatred loyalty of courtiers be extinguished? I sympathize with Li Bai's loneliness of "never getting tired of looking at each other and only respecting Tingshan". China's ancient poems are really profound.
"Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers painted all over the building. I can't sleep well. After the storm, I can't forget my old and new worries. I can't open my eyebrows, I just can't stand it. It' s just that the green hills can' t cover it, and the flowing water is long. "
Decades of life, a moment of sadness and joy. Reading by the window, listening to the rain hitting the banana, indifferent and quiet. This is happiness.
This is happiness composition 4. Open the historical picture of Mo Xiang and step into the boundless ocean of history. I am looking for the pearl called "happiness" in this boundless ocean of history.
In a flash, Li Bai, a fairy who swam with the green deer, came out of the green forest and bamboo. On one occasion, he was young and frivolous, full of lofty sentiments, singing "Laugh to the sky, I will be a wormwood." Resolutely enter the court. However, is he happy to get various honors such as "the imperial concubine holds the inkstone and the lux takes off his boots"? No, the court only hoped that he was an ornamental flower. The court is just a cage that binds his wings. He is a prodigal son between heaven and earth. So, he left flatly and went back to the lakes and mountains to enjoy "birds flying high, lonely clouds coming alone." Light, to carry out his "five flowers and a thousand dollars, will be out of wine" heroic.
Stroll through the mountains and rivers to stretch your body and mind. This is happiness, this is Li Bai's happiness.
Perhaps I am tired of fame and fortune in the world, or perhaps I have seen through the indifference in the world of mortals. So he, Tao Yuanming, is willing to grow beans in Nanshan and keep chrysanthemum company. A hoe, a glass of good wine, a chrysanthemum and a book of poems are his whole life. Abandon Qian Qian's fame and fortune in the world, leaving only a calm body in the world. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." This is his idle but fulfilling life, which is his dream.
It is Tao Yuanming's happiness to live a clean life without going against his wishes.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so care with your heart and shine on history. Wen Tianxiang, an iron man, a hero who would rather bleed than sacrifice, not be shaken by high officials and generous salaries, and never give in to the enemy! In front of the butcher's knife, he expressed his lofty sentiments and ambitions, and even revealed a courtier's incomparable loyalty to the country. He is very happy. He died for the country and justice, and he completed the meaning of life!
It is Wen Tianxiang's happiness to die for his country.
I found the pearl called "happiness" and felt all kinds of happiness. And I can understand their happiness-this is my happiness!
This is Happy Composition 5. Days always flow like fine sand from your fingertips and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.
The door of memory slowly opened-tears mixed with rain, a hot, bleak.
I walked in the rain, and the wind passed through my back. It was not my skin that quenched my thirst, but my heart. Holding the failed test paper, I tried to find an excuse, but found it was in vain. How to explain to you, I desperately want to.
The way home is always so familiar. I tried to slow down, but I got here. I dare not go on, because I saw you, because I haven't thought of an excuse yet. The huge water curtain seems like a lifetime ago, but I still see you clearly, looking anxiously, as eager as a big bird waiting to return to its nest.
You still saw me and came straight to me. I was a little caught off guard. I stuffed the paper into my bag at random, looked up and looked at your concerned eyes. You held up an umbrella for me to protect me on the left, on the other side of the heartbeat, but the relentless rain wet your right arm.
When you get home, you put away your umbrella, and then you are going to help me pick up my schoolbag. I handed you the paper anxiously, but I was afraid to look up. I know you are full of hope for me; I know your heart must be full of disappointment at the moment; I know I broke your heart; I know ...
It was so quiet for a few seconds, or you spoke first, still so gentle: "It doesn't matter, mom doesn't blame you." I thought of countless expressions to face you, but now I forget them all. I just looked up, looked into your eyes and bowed my head in shame.
I picked up the newspaper and went back to the house. I saw your hot milk, and I seemed to see your busy back in the misty heat wave. It's just that years have worn you flat, and you are a little haggard.
Accustomed to the brilliance of the full moon, it is perfect, but that round of string moon, with its silent and wise vacancy, lets the lonely peep at the meaning of life.
Looking at the vast sea, it is boundless for no reason, but the trickle is smart and meaningful, allowing thinkers to explore the mysteries of life.
Knowing the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals and the calmness and freshness of the empty mountains, the hermit realized the profound meaning of the universe.
Seeing more true feelings in the world shocked Cang Yu, but that kind of maternal love was moved by ordinary and great feelings, which made me realize the true meaning of happiness.
Happiness-maternal love.
This is Happy Composition 6. In the summer evening, my mother and I went to the fruit shop downstairs to buy fruit.
I followed my mother all the way without saying a word. Walking like this, I looked around and saw a happy family of three across the street.
Mom and dad are still young, probably in their early thirties, and their children are young, about five or six years old. Dad walks outside, mom walks inside and the little girl is in the middle. The left hand holds the father and the right hand holds the mother, and the whole is concave.
The road is not wide, and they can hear a thing or two clearly. Mother held the girl's hand and said, "Lingling, shall we eat kung pao chicken tonight?" The girl looked up, then her father shook her hand. "Lingling, let's eat braised pork, what do you say?" The girl smiled and her eyes fell into two cracks, revealing two rows of small white teeth that had not yet grown up. She looked up at her mother, then at her father, and then rubbed her. Dad immediately ignored the intention and tempted again: "Braised pork, braised pork cooked by mom is delicious. Are you sure you don't want to try? " The girl still leans towards her mother. "Daughter is mother's little cotton-padded jacket" is completely correct. I saw my father bowed his head and sighed, squatted down, his fingers compared to the word "nine", scratched the girl's nose from top to bottom, and showed a helpless smile. The girl immediately said, "Eat tomorrow! Eat tomorrow! " "good!" Mother also rubbed her hand on the girl's face. The girl giggled. Dad picked up the girl and smiled and said, "Come on, let's go home! I can't beat your mother and daughter, go home and eat kung pao chicken! " Dad looked at the girl and his wife, his eyes full of spoil.
I don't know when the sunset is halfway down, the sky is flushed, like a full glass of rose wine, drunk, reflecting the happiness of that family of three.
This is what happiness looks like! I walked quickly to my mother's side, shoulder to shoulder with her, holding her hand. "Mom, I want to eat kung pao chicken." "Well, let's go to the food market to buy ingredients and come back to do it." "hmm!" My mother and I danced in the direction of the sunset.
This is the word "happiness", which is a very distant existence for many people. I often think that happiness may be a sky, high and beautiful, but out of reach. But after that, I realized the meaning of the word "happiness"
My grandmother's neighbors are an old couple. Both of them are white-haired and faltering. Such an ordinary old couple is the object that the whole community talks about and the warmest existence of the whole community-there is a happy lamp around them.
I have never understood why they always have a smile on their face because they have a son who has nothing to do all day and his family is not rich. Why do you help others unconditionally? Why can you see their backs covered with golden light to help each other every evening? Why can I smell the flowers on their charming balcony every morning? Why do they live such a poor and tasteless life, but live such a warm and simple life?
As the saying goes, "all coincidences can be written into a book." Isn't life a masterpiece? The good times didn't last long. A car accident made grandma lose the ability to walk and had to sit in a wheelchair. People in the community are talking about: "... how can we live like this?" Son also don't come back to management ... "Such words emerge in endlessly. Yes, they have no income, they only live on a little pension, and they have to bear the debt of their unfilial son. How can they bear the burden of life?
Visitors came back one after another, but they all looked puzzled. Curious people ask about the situation, but the visitors are pointing behind them: it's dusk, it's their turn to take a walk. Old and vicissitudes, he pushed her in a wheelchair and walked slowly on the Yong road covered by the sunset. The breeze blew her silver hair, and he stopped to touch her ear and moved on.
At this time, the crowd was silent, and they all silently looked at their distant backs. Yes, it is their love and optimism about life, their appreciation of each other, which makes them happy and warm.
At that moment, I suddenly understood that the old couple are interdependent and take care of each other. This is happiness, as deep and warm as the earth, but we didn't stop to take a look. In fact, we are all in its arms. ...
This is happiness. Having you is the greatest happiness in my life. -inscription
There are different opinions about happiness. For me, the happiness of fame and fortune is too illusory, the happiness of material is too tasteless, and the happiness I pay seems to be somewhat unwilling. On this sunny day, friends are happy flowers blooming in my heart.
Do you remember who kept calling when you were sick? Who is firmly on my side when misunderstood? Who has been complaining, but still insists on holding hands? These warmth make me feel so happy.
I have never forgotten that in the primary school campus, when the ginkgo orchards fall one after another in autumn, like a flying butterfly, you and I jump among the golden leaves, pick up pieces of fallen leaves and clip them on the title page of childhood. You raised your smiling face, handed me the most beautiful piece, and curled your mouth on purpose, which is my happiness.
I have never forgotten that the busyness of the past diluted our relationship, and when the distance between us seemed to make you farther and farther away, I began to feel uneasy. You told me that I am not afraid of the washing of time. New hairstyle, tall, but unchanging heart. Your firm eyes are my happiness.
I have never forgotten that when I faced the fear of grade three, it seemed that a road would never end. The future is so far away that I seem to be caught in a bottomless whirlpool and can't see the exit. It's still you, who stayed by my side when I was in a panic, and took pains to appease my emotions like my mother. Your hand holds mine tightly, with a faint fatigue and smile on your face and a slight peristalsis in your mouth: "Don't be afraid, I'll go with you!" " "Tall, thin body, as if under pressure in my heart. The sunshine at that moment was beautiful and lit up your eyes. In your eyes, I found myself. Between you and me, your company makes me very happy.
How difficult it is for a person to walk on the road of life. I'm glad it's you with me.
Friends, there will still be a lot of happiness in the future. Let's experience it together. You will always be a happy flower, blooming in my heart, facing the sunshine, so brilliant.
This is happiness composition 9. What's the taste of happiness? Happiness is as sweet as candy; Happiness is as sour as lemon; Happiness is as salty as sea water. But the premise is-on Friday night, the clouds are overcast and I walk home with heavy steps. Mother has cooked dinner and sat on the sofa waiting for me. I walked into the room with a sad face, put down my schoolbag, took out my monthly exam report card from it, sat at my desk and stared at my report card. After a while, my mother came up to me with a smile, squatted down, looked at my report card involuntarily and said to me kindly, "Do you know? Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lost the race because she sprained her foot, but everyone in the class didn't blame her, but encouraged her. Later, she came to the stadium again with the expectation of the whole class, and won with the voice of the whole class. The students are all proud of her. What about you? Will you be discouraged after a failure? Failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is that we don't have the courage to overcome it. As long as the earth is still turning, we have no reason to give up. We should bravely face the failure, face the reality, keep moving forward, move towards success, and finally see the most beautiful rainbow in the world, which belongs to us. (smiling at me) Hungry! Then, take out my favorite peanut milk from behind and pass it to me. I caught it slowly and opened it to drink. It was so sweet that I smiled. The dark clouds on my head flew away, pulling my mother's rough hand on the table and eating with relish.
In the evening, my mother sat by my bed and told me the story of the race between the tortoise and the hare. I fell asleep peacefully. Mother kissed me gently on the cheek and couldn't help crying. Tears rolled down my cheeks. My mother quickly wiped her tears, slowly put the story book on the desk and carefully tucked me in.
Now, I understand that happiness is silent companionship; This is a powerful encouragement; Just a cup of my favorite peanut milk, happiness tastes as sweet as peanut milk.
This is a happy composition 10. The footsteps of youth are quietly approaching us. It brings warmth, joy and ideals. It is our happiness to have youth.
"Come on, come on, look at our invention!" Students who have just entered the physical world naturally have some small creations of their own. They gathered in small groups and expressed the application of this "invention" with great excitement. ...
"Ah, this winged thing can really fly! High! " "I admire you more and more!" The small biplane driven by electricity completed the test flight under his drive. In this small classroom, everyone is full of amazing and reverent eyes.
In prime of life, wisdom proves everything. Isn't this happiness?
With a burst of encouragement, eyes focused on the playground. So there is a basketball game here!
His hands beat the basketball while blocking the opponent next to him, and his eyes were always focused on the basket in front. Unexpectedly, he turned and ran backwards, and the ball seemed to be sucked in his hand-did he want to pass the ball? Suddenly turn around 180, throw the ball hard and the ball draws a beautiful arc in the air. Everyone on the playground seems to hold their breath and stare at the basketball ... "Yes!"
The cheers rang again, and even he couldn't help snapping his fingers.
In the prime of life, vitality represents light. Isn't this happiness?
In the "sasha vujacic" examination room, only the rubbing sound of the pen tip touching the examination paper can be heard quietly.
Students in grade three are very entangled. In the face of the first turning point in life, there may be fear and panic, but more is actually the excitement and hesitation ahead. How can there be sweetness without suffering, and how can there be victory without diligence? Struggle for a year and have no regrets all your life! Seeing him frown in order to overcome the problem, my heart is filled with infinite admiration. ...
In the prime of life, struggle is the ideal of life. Isn't this happiness?
Youth is a fire, boiling every drop of our blood;
Youth is water, which permeates every cell of us.
Youth is the wind, which soothes all wounds;
Youth is rain, which moistens our happiness all the time!
Experience youth, which is happiness.