It was a sky as deep as sapphire.
Empty, there is an orange sunset glow on the horizon, and the breeze gently blows the hair in my ear. There are three innocent girls, chasing, and the sweet honey in their hearts merges into a river, flowing into a string of laughter. At that moment, the good times will stop forever.
Stagnant in my memory, reflected in my tearful eyes, so this is called happiness. ...
Three innocent girls belong to me and my cousin. We grew up together, slept in the same bed, shared a cup, and even walked hand in hand, unwilling to part.
That was the last time we caught grasshoppers together, and it was also our happiest time. The thick evening breeze brushed our three childish faces, and we tirelessly chased, ran, sang and cried ...
When I was a child, it was called happiness. When I grow up, I know this is called happiness. Our friendship is so pure that the air is full of the smell of our happiness. They are younger than me, but they love me as much as me.
During our six years together, we will be together and do everything together except school time. That kind of intimacy and attachment is the unique wealth of our childhood.
With the growth of age and the increase of study pressure, the time and times of reunion are less and less, and we will eventually forget each other in the polishing of time. People grow up, but their feelings don't grow up, and they can't find that childhood again, but will we choose to forget that happiness?
Taking out my previous memories, I was in tears like eating sour grapes, but my heart was full of joy.
It is fixed in the long river of my memory. Still so clear, never fade. Because it is called happiness, it is my treasured wealth, a witness of our friendship and affection, and a beautiful memory of our happy childhood.
On the ribbon of memory, the scene of catching grasshoppers for the last time, although it has gone through vicissitudes, is still clear. Looking back at the clear picture frozen in my memory, I gently said to myself: goodbye, childhood.
Happiness is in your heart. 2 Whether you have climbed to the top or are trapped in the abyss of a huge valley, after careful reflection, there is no shortage of happiness in life.
My childhood home is very small and old, but in this shabby little room, although everything is lacking, what I don't lack is love, happiness and emotion. My sister and I both know that three meals a day haven't changed much, and it's even difficult to find a patchwork of clothes, while my father just supports our hearts with his swollen shoulders and borrows money to live. What did "going to school" mean to us at that time? -Luxury is our dream!
At home, I really have no money. However, the only primary school in town is really far from my home. Therefore, the only means of transportation to pick up my sister and me is my father's generous back. A new day has arrived. We went to school as usual, holding some old books in our arms and scrambling to ride on our father's back. I vaguely remember that I was at my left sister's right. We hummed a little song and walked along a "narrow intestine". Dad looked into the distance, lost in thought and said awkwardly, "Son, I won't go to school today." My sister and I bit our lips, lowered our heads and dug in a corner of an old book without saying a word. Dad paused as if he had made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go! Let's continue to go to school! " So, we continued to sing a minor and turned around. At that time, my father's back was wet and my sister's eyes were wet, but my father walked to school with steady steps. Finally arrived at school, my sister and I rushed into the campus like two birds flying back to nature. As soon as I turned around, my father's eyes were full of deep fatherly love, and my father's mouth kept rising, revealing his father's simplicity.
Now, my family is rich and my father has bought a car, so I can't climb back on my father's back.
Happiness is in my heart. I caught a cold again ... I had a bad cough and was sent to the Chinese medicine doctor in Jianlian pharmacy by my mother. I haven't been here for a long time, and I'm still the kind old Chinese doctor, with authentic Beijing dialect and the smell of herbs around me. Everything is the same as before. After the old Chinese doctor sat down, he kindly asked about my illness and felt my pulse with a slightly rough hand ... Everything was so familiar, as if it had reappeared just yesterday.
I always caught a cold and coughed when I was a child. When I was a child, it became commonplace to see a doctor and get an injection. One day, I don't know where my mother heard that Chinese medicine is more effective in treating cough, so the war broke out for the first time from that day: my mother advised me and my father yelled, but it didn't help, as if the bitter taste of Chinese medicine couldn't stop me from holding my nose. Finally, I could only be dragged to the table crying and was about to hold my nose and pour it into my mouth. Grandpa ran over and pulled me aside in distress, wiped the tears from my face with his slightly rough hands, and coaxed me with his humorous Beijing accent and said, "Look at this little face, it's almost a flower cat." Don't you like honey? " You can eat honey if you eat Chinese medicine! "Looking at my grandfather's kind eyes and staring at the delicious honey, I opened my mouth and drank a little, complaining repeatedly. My grandfather said: "Chinese medicine should be drunk in one breath to achieve the best curative effect." "With grandpa's encouragement, I drank the bowl of seemingly invincible Chinese medicine. Strangely, Chinese medicine was brought to me by my grandfather, and it felt less bitter. " Grandpa is drinking coke "has also become a classic saying when I was a child drinking Chinese medicine."
When my grandfather's hand started shaking when he took medicine for me, I woke up when I took Chinese medicine for my grandfather one day. I have grown up, but my grandfather is old. Now, I can drink Chinese medicine without honey, but my grandfather who has been coaxing me to drink medicine has passed away.
Time has taken away the happiness of the family, but it has also brought more unforgettable memories. The wonderful fragments of my childhood made me feel warm all over, as if my grandfather was standing beside me, looking at me with a kind look in his eyes. My ears also recall what he once said: children, drinking Chinese medicine is bitter first and then sweet. Life is the same, no matter what you do, you can't forget it. At this moment, savoring this sentence once again makes me feel grandpa's love for me even more, and that touch of happiness will ripple in in my heart forever. ...
Happiness is in my heart. The two sides of the river envy each other. They always think that the best things are on the other side, and it is the greatest sorrow to let happiness flow away from them. In fact, I think happiness is not on this shore or the other shore, but in everyone's heart, depending on whether we can feel it.
There is joy on this shore and happiness on the other, but if there is a heart that can feel happiness, what is the difference between this shore and the other?
If we have a heart to feel and create happiness, why can't there be beautiful scenery on the familiar other side? When we are immersed in our daily busyness and anxiety, there is such a girl who made many lovely trees on the sidewalk of the city with her own brush &; Ldqu guests and rdqu cute little squirrels, shy little raccoons, majestic waterfalls and golden autumn forests. These lifelike animals and beautiful scenery add a touch of beautiful color to this smog-shrouded city and make everyone feel happy and warm.
I believe that this girl who adds happiness to the city will not be numb, but full of sunshine and hope. As long as her heart is full of happiness, there will be scenery in familiar places.
If we don't have a happy heart, even if we let you soak in happy honey water, you won't feel the slightest sweetness. The rich second generation who are numb, empty and ungrateful, and the second generation of officials abound. They are loved by their parents every day but ungrateful, and even fight with their parents. But those who really encounter misfortune can let happiness knock on their hearts. Shi Tiesheng & ldqu；; Life is a tree, time is a whip, knock off the flowers, and then step on the residual red on the ground into the sand. After a tree blooms and falls, does the soil smell of happiness? & amprdqu Xie Kunshan is a disabled painter. After losing his arms, a leg and an eye, he never lamented his misfortune. Instead, I went out alone to work hard and learn to paint. Even then, he is happy, full of gratitude to the world, and helps the society with the money from working.
Happiness is in my heart. Happiness is a realm that people pursue. Happiness is people's yearning for happiness. The yearning for happiness is the yearning and pursuit of happiness.
Happiness is like a cup of tea, which washes your wounded and fragile heart and makes you start over. Happiness is the eyes that the teacher gives you appreciation. Happiness is a kind word from the teacher to let you know that behind you, there are always people encouraging you to move forward. You are not alone, you are lucky and you are happy. In fact, happiness is in your hands, just a small corner of your spiritual space.
A small gesture, a kind greeting, a smile and a comforting look are enough to give you motivation to move forward.
There is a story. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who thought that her parents didn't love her and preferred her sister. Because her sister is better than her in all aspects, the girl thinks that her parents don't love her in both grades and aspects.
One night. The girl suddenly had a high fever, reaching over 40 degrees. At this time, the girl didn't tell her parents about it. When it was time to eat, the girl didn't say a word, just silently took the food … to eat … At this time, my parents felt something was wrong, looked at the girl's red face and kindly asked: Daughter, are you uncomfortable? Isn't mom's cooking delicious? Don't eat it unless it tastes good, okay? The girl remained expressionless and just shook her head gently. At this time, her mother felt even more wrong and gently stroked her daughter's forehead. "Daughter, stop eating and take you to the hospital." Mother screamed and daughter went home to sleep. When she got up, she saw her mother helping her sleep. It turned out that her mother stayed up all night, taking care of her baby daughter with a fever! This is, the girl feels so happy.
Love is always hidden in the heart, in the wettest and narrowest box. When you need to pass it on to others, give it to others, and what others feel is part of love and most of it is happiness!
What is happiness? Where is happiness?
Happiness is a part of love, and happiness is in the heart.
Happiness is in my heart. When I mentioned the topic of happiness, I thought a lot, and I couldn't help thinking of a children's song "Happiness" that I sang when I was a child: "Happiness means having a father and a mother, so let's play together. Happiness is holding my father's hand and talking and laughing all the way; Happiness is lying on my mother's chest, listening to my mother recall my childhood ... happiness is family, happiness is love, happiness is health, and happiness is care. "
Everyone is eager for happiness, and everyone is pursuing happiness. Happiness is abstract, but sometimes it is concrete; Sometimes it feels far away, sometimes it feels close at hand; Happiness is the comfort of soul, and happiness is the experience of life. ...
When the morning sun rises, several rosy clouds glow in the sky. Happiness is the gentle weeping willows and the gentle singing of birds on the way to school. As long as you listen carefully, you will hear the sweet songs of birds from the willow tips.
As the sun sets, there are some clouds floating in the sky. Happiness is a wild flower, which has been in full bloom on the road of pursuit. With you, you can smell its rich fragrance at any time along the way.
My friend, please do every little thing in life carefully! If you can give a little help to others, you will feel happy and taste happiness.
If you want to ask, "How can we have happiness?"
I can only tell you: "Happiness is selfless, it doesn't belong to you alone, it belongs to everyone around us. I won't favor you because you have more money, and I won't reduce you by one cent because you have no money. It will make you happy because you cherish life, love life and do everything carefully!
Friend, you must feel happy, right? At home, your mother takes good care of you, and your face will show traces of happiness; At school, you are excellent, and your excellent grades are praised by others. The smile on your face is a sign of happiness. As long as you feel happy and satisfied, you will leave a happy shadow. Happiness is buried in my heart and written on my face.
Let's act! Let's wake up the happiness in sleep! Let our world be full of love and happiness ...
Happiness is in my heart. Composition 7 It's raining. Rain, like geometric lines, slowly pieced together in the air and landed on the roof before it was spelled into numbers.
Early in the morning, I will go to school with an umbrella. Go along the path, cross an alley and come to a crossroads. There is a big tree, and there is a breakfast cart under it. The breakfast cart is unpretentious, without any decoration, and there are bursts of hot air between the opening and closing of the steamer. The people on the side are adding water to the steamer, which is very skillful. Under the eaves beside the intersection, women wear transparent gloves and quickly wrap buns. Hold the rolled dough in your left hand and scoop a spoonful of stuffing in your right hand. Then, hold it in your left hand and hold it in your right hand, and the steamed stuffed bun is ready. A gust of wind blew, the rain got into their collars, and the women got a cold war. The man beside the car felt the woman's trembling, picked up his mouth, quickly came over and gently tied her scarf. As soon as the eyes contact, everyone climbs a smile on his face.
Not far away, a child of six or seven years old ran over and shouted, "Mom!" " "Stepped on the stool three or two times, politely sat down on the edge of the woman, picked up the gloves and put them on, ready to help my mother. Small hands with big gloves, fat and funny. This is a watery child with white eyes like duck eggs, black eyes like chess pieces, chubby face and red nose with cold, which really makes people like it. The child watched his mother make steamed buns with relish and talked from time to time, which made his mother giggle. The man turned to look at them from time to time, and his eyes were full of gentle brilliance.
At dawn, the rain is still woven like a silver thread, hanging over the three of us. This warm scene made me feel a little dumbfounded-it turned out that happiness is not a simple patchwork of eating, drinking and having fun, nor is it the superficial satisfaction of personal desires. The flower of happiness often grows only in people's hearts. With a little love, the flowers of happiness will bloom in their hearts.
Happiness is in my heart. Smoke from the kitchen chimney rises from above a shabby hut, but the smell is both familiar and unfamiliar. I know what I am familiar with is my memories of my happy childhood, but what I am unfamiliar with is my confusion about growing up.
The walls have turned yellow and the corners are covered with moss. In this small room full of memories, I recorded my happy time with my grandfather, grandmother and mother. The old house is like a dying old man. After countless storms, it still stands there, watching quietly. Besides jealousy, you are more grateful for the old house. Jealous that you have experienced every moment; I am very grateful for the good memories you left me.
In my memory, my grandmother is a kind person. In the hot summer, that banana fan became her best companion. I can see her holding it in her hand, whether it's chatting or resting. The night sky in summer is charming, just like the nursery rhymes my grandmother told me, which made me immersed in that wonderful picture, and Xiaohua Mall, who was lying there, was not idle, making its lovely "meow" sound from time to time. At night, accompanied by frogs' cries and the wind from grandma's banana fan, I slowly fell asleep. At that time, it was beautiful.
The sound of rain in the afternoon sounds particularly refreshing. There is a muddy road in front of the old house, which is difficult to walk when it rains, and the most way I walk through that muddy road is to lie on my grandfather's back. The name of intimacy again and again, laughing and laughing all the way, have become one footprint after another that grandpa stepped on. At that time, it was beautiful.
Every holiday, grandma's three daughters will come to this old house from different places for reunion, which is the happiest moment for everyone and every family; Because of the reunion, the old house is full of vitality, the dinner table is no longer the usual silence, and the old man's face is full of smiles that he has not seen for a long time. At that time, it was the best.
These are all my experiences. Everything is ordinary and plain, but it is so beautiful. This beauty comes from the old house, and this beauty comes from everyone around. Because of my study, I didn't go back to the old house as often as usual. The old house still stands there. What remains unchanged is that it will continue to create memories. What changes is that the people who live there get older day by day. I will always recall these pictures, hoping to keep this beauty in my heart forever.
Happiness is in my heart composition 9 After the rain clears, the wet feeling on the grass has not dissipated. I just feel comfortable and happy lying quietly on this green ocean and letting the wet rain soak my back. Looking up at the sky, large tracts of white rolled blue. In an instant, a touch of colorful light came into view, and I sat up with excitement. Before I could express my inner surprise, my friends around me spoke first: Wow, it's beautiful. I'm so happy to see the rainbow for the first time. At this moment, I have long been lost in the seven-color overpass. In addition to the excitement at first, I still have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. At this time, the last word my friend just said came to my mind: happiness? !
Happiness is a simple word, but its strokes outline a profound word. I think, no one can accurately explain its meaning, because everyone's understanding is different, I can only give it the simplest meaning with the purest eyes and the most transparent heart.
Happiness is a very common thing. The first ray of sunshine in the morning left a small spot on the blue wall through the curtain. Another happy weekend. I get up lazily, then wash and get ready to go out. Flowers on the roadside smiled and said good morning to the world. The vegetable market passing by the street is still lively, and I will still see people bargaining for a few dollars, but this has not reduced my inexplicable pleasure. When I arrived at my favorite breakfast shop, I still ordered my favorite soybean milk fritters. I don't know if I'm in a good mood, but the food is particularly tasty. Everything still happens normally, just like ordinary flowers and plants. The sun is just right and I smell happiness.
Happiness is still ordinary people. After breakfast, I went home. I was supposed to face the complicated homework, but I stared at the opposite garden and was at a loss. I didn't get out of my fantasy until my mother came to me with a big bowl of chopped fruit. Eat some fruit before you do your homework. Thanks, mom. Eating this fruit, which makes no difference in peacetime, made me think a lot. Every weekend when I go home, my mother will peel the fruit for me and send it to me. It seems that she has become proficient after practice. Looking at her wrinkled face, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. Maybe this is the so-called happiness, right?
The clock on the wall mottled the time and space of youth, and my mind became a little mature in the baptism of time. Sometimes I feel that my childhood behavior is ridiculous, but the rainbow has been stained with colorful light in my heart. Although the word happiness still has no answer, I understand that the so-called rainbow is just light. As long as the heart is transparent, it can reflect hope.
Life is as humble as duckweed, but the heart is as strong as the sky. Happiness, in the refraction of the mind again and again, becomes more brilliant.
Happiness is in my heart composition 10 "cheep-"Just pushed open the familiar door, grandma's concerned voice came from a distance: "Good boy, you are back, are you hungry? Grandma will give you the next bowl of noodles! " Although I haven't met my grandmother yet, I can already imagine the kind smile on her face.
In the kitchen, grandma's busy figure is particularly clear. She kept cutting with a shiny kitchen knife. This end is still onion, and that end has turned into green chopped green onion. Hard noodles went into the pot, took a hot bath, and became steaming delicious in the pot under grandma's flexible chopsticks.
Grandma rubbed a few hands on her coat, and then put chopped green onion, soy sauce and other seasonings in a bowl and stirred them. I looked at the chopped green onion, which drifted around like surfing. ...
At this time, my grandmother looked calm, like a commander-in-chief before the war, with a shallow smile on her mouth and clear eyes like water. I was shocked.
After everything is over, there is only waiting. I waited quietly by the pot, and grandma was guarding her baby grandson with a big smile on her face.
Finally, grandma took out my special Xiaoqing bowl. Those tiny blue lines are like a smile on grandma's face. Green chopped green onion floats on oily noodle soup, just like water lilies floating on a sparkling lake. Very beautiful.
I picked up the noodle bowl and ate it bite by bite, leaving nothing left. Grandma quickly patted me on the back and said, "Slow down, don't choke, there's more in the pot!" " "
In the fragrant room, through the veil-like fog, I saw my smiling grandmother across the street. Deep and shallow wrinkles are like gullies, which are the marks carved on grandma's face by the knife of years. And that smiling face is grandma's deep love for me.
This bowl of noodle soup is called "fairy soup" by grandma. I never understood why it was called this name. Now I suddenly understand, not because it is as delicious as the fairy's food, but because the soup contains the love of relatives, which makes the fairy moved.
Grandma's noodle soup and grandma's warm smile made happiness sprout in my heart at that moment!
Happiness is in my heart 1 1 Everyone has a little secret in his heart that he doesn't want to tell, and the secret in my heart is happiness buried deep in my heart and can never be revealed again.
In fact, I never knew that I was happy. I didn't know that I had a relative. I didn't know that everyone in my family gave me a happiness. However, the happiness given to me by the person who let me know that I am actually very happy has become a seed buried in the deepest part of my heart and can no longer germinate. So when I was sitting in the morgue guarding grandpa's body, I had an unspeakable feeling. The small room was very quiet, as if time had stopped. It was extremely cold in the early summer of that year.
Time passed little by little, but my memory was awakened little by little. When I was a child, every time I entered my grandfather's house, I was greeted by a hot towel and a steaming cup of Tang tea. At that time, I looked at my grandfather's kind smile and felt warm in my heart. So year after year, day after day, until 2009, the nightmare came. Grandpa, who had been in good health, suddenly fell down, just like a flash of lightning awakened a beautiful dream. When the dream was awakened, I suddenly felt the kind of happiness that my grandfather gave me. Very simple, very ordinary, so ordinary that I never noticed it. However, when I noticed it, I had the opportunity to say "thank you for giving me happiness."
Thank you for letting me know that I am very happy. I want to face my grandfather and tell him that I am very happy to live in this family! But now, I can only keep this sentence, the happiness my grandfather gave me, quietly in my heart. Because there are still many people who give me happiness, I will fly to my blue sky with their love and grandpa's love. When I successfully fly into the blue sky, I will shout "I am very happy!" " "
However, these are just the happiness I hide in my heart.
Happiness is in your heart 12 Whether you have climbed to the top or are trapped in the abyss of a huge valley, it turns out that there is no shortage of happiness in life.
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My childhood home is very small and old, but in this shabby little room, although everything is lacking, what I don't lack is love, happiness and emotion. My sister and I both know that three meals a day haven't changed much, and it's even difficult to find a patchwork of clothes, while my father just supports our hearts with his swollen shoulders and borrows money to live. What did "going to school" mean to us at that time? -Luxury is our dream!
At home, I really have no money. However, the only primary school in town is really far from my home. Therefore, the only means of transportation to pick up my sister and me is my father's generous back. A new day has arrived. We went to school as usual, holding some old books in our arms and scrambling to ride on our father's back. I vaguely remember that I was at my left sister's right. We hummed a little song and walked along a "narrow intestine". Dad looked into the distance, lost in thought and said awkwardly, "Son, I won't go to school today." My sister and I bit our lips, lowered our heads and dug in a corner of an old book without saying a word. Dad paused as if he had made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go! Let's continue to go to school! " So, we continued to sing a minor and turned around. At that time, my father's back was wet and my sister's eyes were wet, but my father walked to school with steady steps. Finally arrived at school, my sister and I rushed into the campus like two birds flying back to nature. As soon as I turned around, my father's eyes were full of deep fatherly love, and my father's mouth kept rising, revealing his father's simplicity.
Now, my family is rich and my father has bought a car, so I can't climb back on my father's back.
Happiness is in the heart 13 In heaven, one day, God and angels held a brainstorming meeting. God said, "I want mankind to find happiness after some efforts." Where should I hide the secret of happiness in life? " "
An angel said, "put it on a high mountain, so it will be difficult for human beings to find it. We must make efforts!" " "
God shook his head.
Another angel said, "hide it in the depths of the sea, and it will be more difficult for humans to find it."
God listened and shook his head.
At this time, an angel stood up and said, "I see, it is better to hide the secret of happiness in people's hearts, because people are always looking for their own happiness, and no one has ever thought of digging the secret of happiness in themselves."
God is satisfied with this answer.
From then on, the secret of happiness is hidden in everyone's heart.
People's happiness is innate, but we attach too much importance to pain and frustration, because pain gives people a deeper impression, and sometimes one pain can make us remember our whole life. But what about happiness? It's just plain around us, flowing out inadvertently, and more often it's an unconscious outpouring. We are always pursuing happiness, always paying a lot of time and energy to find it, but the result is empty. I don't know that happiness is in my heart.
Bing Xin once said, "The bigger the waves, the happier the rocks will be in silence." Yes, the more difficulties in life, the greater the obstacles. When we enjoy happiness, we are happier and cherish it more.
Show your happiness and let more people enjoy your happiness together. At this point, we adults are far behind children. When a child has a new toy, he often invites his friends to play happily with him. Adults need to learn to be eager to show it. If you have happiness, you must let more friends know and share it with others, and your happiness will last longer.
Believing in your own ability and the meaning of living is the most effective guarantee for your happiness.