The feeling of happiness

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness.

That winter, it snowed heavily. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The lights were filled with flying snowflakes, as if they couldn't contain their joy. The continuous sound of firecrackers is filled with the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seems to be reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in the parents' hair, which shine brightly in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, letting wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, making my little flower grow happily and robustly. I can’t remember how many times I fell down, and my parents used their encouraging eyes and kind smiles to cheer me up and stand up again; I can’t forget how many nights I reviewed my homework under the lamp, and my parents were also stunned under the lamp. Sitting on the ground, silently accompanying me for most of the night------I can't remember how many little things filled with my parents' love, I can't forget how many parents' care is like the sun------

< p>Suddenly, I felt that the light was filled with love, and amidst the flying snowflakes, my face became moist unconsciously. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. I would give my parents a surprise the next day.

The next day it was dawn, so I got up quietly. The heavy snowfall all night long turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling. I hurriedly opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful expression and a big red hat on its head, waving its "big hands" and grinning sweetly. With a puff, I couldn't help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. They turned out to be parents. They looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly became sour and I couldn't help but shed tears. I wanted to give my parents a——

Unexpectedly, they——Facing the smiles of my parents, I was speechless. On that piece of snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long, long time----

I remember a poet said this: "How can I thank you? When I walk towards your When I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave me the entire ocean. "Yes. Yeah, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad. You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I have nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships and your full hopes. I will do my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved!

Father's love is the wealth of life. Father's love is the mountain, the fire that protects life. Father's love is the fire, lighting the lamp of hope. Father's love is the lamp, lighting the way forward. Father's love is the road. , lead your life. I once didn’t understand why my father’s straight spine was curved, I didn’t understand why my father’s handsome face was haggard, I didn’t understand why my father’s thick black hair was gray, I didn’t understand why my father worked hard for most of his life... Until the third day of junior high school. That day, the wind was roaring and the vegetation was barren. I was sitting on the bus, preparing to get off and go home alone. However, I saw a person. In the dark sky and the biting wind, the person couldn't help but tremble. The wind kept ripping off the corners of his clothes—it was his father! Through the window, I could clearly see my father’s white hair. It was either stained by the clear moonlight or decorated with gorgeous words. It was just white hair. It was a piece of white hair. My father’s white hair was touched again and again. The strong wind overwhelmed me but I stood up unyieldingly again and again. I knew who it must be for when I fell down and stood up... Was it my father's white hair or my father's heart that was constantly being crushed and stood up? When the bus stopped, I walked down quickly. Apparently, my father saw me. He no longer blocked his coat from the wind with his fingers, but ran towards me quickly. His coat completely succumbed to the strong wind, but he But I didn't care at all that the exposed red sweater was beating in the inexplicable darkness and running towards me. At that moment, I clearly saw my father’s fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I burst into tears.

My father gently held my hand in an attempt to warm it up, but what I touched was clearly a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but my father hurriedly avoided it and said, "My hand is as cold as ice." It's too cold." I ignored my father's dodge and grabbed those cold hands. I knew: I was grabbing the wealth of my life. My father used his aging life to turn into mountains, fires, lights, roads, and every bit of fatherly love to accompany me every day, every second, and throughout my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter’s life. Because of your love, your daughter will not be poor in her life.