Happiness lies in subtlety, 800 words, 1.
Every winter vacation, I mostly stay with my grandmother in the country, and I especially miss the happy time with my grandmother.
The north wind is bitter, and the countryside is very cold in early winter. I can hear the wind blowing trees on the bed. Every time I hear this voice, I can't help covering my head with a quilt. Before I got enough sleep in bed, my grandmother quietly knocked on the door to wake me up: "I was in a hurry to go out to buy food with me yesterday. Why are you still in bed today?"
I watched the snow outside the window while eating breakfast. The cold wind roared, and I stamped my feet and shivered. Grandma looked at me like this and came over and patted me on the shoulder with a smile. She said affectionately, "It's so cold. I told you to put on more clothes, but I just wouldn't listen! "
We talked and laughed all the way downstairs. I stood on the side of the road rubbing my hands, and my unconscious calf was shaking slightly. It's quiet in the morning, and occasionally I can hear a few birds singing. All other noises seem to be drowned out by the fluttering snowflakes. It's not completely bright, and the crescent moon has not completely disappeared. I listened to the rustling of snow mixed with light rain on the branches of the roof and saw grandma pushing the car.
She stopped beside me with a bunch of scarves, hats and masks in her hand. "In fact, it's nothing. Don't go if it's cold. " I shook my head and said that I also wanted to go shopping with her. She wrapped me up and got on the bus contentedly, wearing that shabby blue raincoat.
I really didn't feel the cold wind like just now along the way. I opened the scarf covering my whole face, and before I could wrap it again, the cold wind stabbed me like a blade, and small snowflakes floated to my eyelashes. Slightly feel grandma's head turned to me and said, "If it's cold, lean on my back." She freed one hand and covered my leg with a raincoat. I felt her cold wrinkled hand and held it tightly. Leaning on her broad back, there seems to be no noisy sound around, and I seem to hear the sound of falling snow. My heart calmed down, stopped trembling and warmed up a little. She also held my hand tightly, and I secretly lifted my mouth at the back.
I always feel that this morning has passed slowly. Although busy and cold, it always makes me feel that leaning on my shoulder is a happy and warm feeling.
Happiness lies in the nuances of 800 words.
The wind is blowing gently, winding around the leaves on the roadside, and it is also light and rustling.
The setting sun gradually dyed half the sky red. As usual, I rode my bike home quickly. Hardly had I reached the door when I heard my brother's crisp and loud voice.
My brother stood at the door waiting for me with a smile on his face. As soon as he saw me, he jumped at me. Although I often accept such warm gifts, I was knocked down by his enthusiasm.
I stroked his hairy head and took his hand to the table.
"Oh, my sister is back!" My mother, who is preparing the last dish tonight, suddenly spoke.
I went back to my room, put down my schoolbag, washed my hands, and sat next to my brother, waiting to have dinner with him.
Somehow, all the dishes cooked by my mother today are my favorite. I wolfed down my meal, and my brother seemed to be infected by me. Neither he nor I seem to have eaten, and my mother smiled gently at this scene. "Eat slowly!"
After dinner, I went back to my room contentedly and began to prepare for tomorrow's dictation. Just as I was chanting, my brother suddenly pushed open my door with a chocolate in his hand. I thought he wanted me to open it for him, but after he put the chocolate in my hand, he said thank you and left.
Thank you, these two words have always been taught by his mother. No matter what he receives or sends out, he will say thank you in a gentle voice.
I opened the package and put a whole piece of chocolate in my mouth. With the temperature in the mouth, it gradually melts, and the sweetness is mixed with a trace of bitterness.
I can't say it is the best chocolate in the world, but it is the sweetest and happiest chocolate I have ever eaten.
When it gradually disappeared in my mouth, that warmth did not disappear with it. A small piece of chocolate and a simple thank you make me fully feel happy in a busy day.
Perhaps, happiness always blooms in subtleties.
Happiness lies in subtlety, 800 words 3.
Stars full of images and reverie twinkle in the vast sky, and I think, "Happiness blooms here!" " "
The yard is cool in summer. When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle up in my grandmother's arms and listen to her stories.
Looking up at the sky, the stars shine. "Look! The spoon is the Big Dipper. Look! How lifelike! " Grandma pointed to the starry sky with her finger. I looked in the direction she pointed, and what I saw was not the big dipper like a spoon, but my grandmother's silver hair and aging face.
Grandma pointed and laughed, and my thoughts gradually flew away. I still remember what happened when I was four years old. At that time, grandma was always used to carrying me around on her shoulders. At that time, I saw other children had marshmallows to eat, so I clamored for marshmallows, but my grandmother said, "You stay here and I'll buy them for you." Later, I played hide-and-seek with some children. I hid in a corner and no one found me. I fell asleep unconsciously, completely unaware that my grandmother was looking for me, crying while looking for it. When I was discovered the next day, my grandmother's red and swollen eyes frightened me. She hit me. That was the only time I was beaten by my grandmother. That time I vowed never to run around again.
"Look! The two stars that hug each other tightly are Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. " Sure enough, the two shining stars are very close. Grandma said: "Everything in this world is a gift from nature, and this starry sky is full of philosophy. You will understand when you grow up. " I didn't understand this at that time, but what I remember is my grandmother's comforting charm and kind tone.
Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and two years have passed since grandma died. In the past two years, I have come to this sad place countless times, and every time I can see the disgusting couple in Ursa Major, "It is a lie to say that we will never be apart." After that, I burst into tears.
Looking up at the starry sky, the long-lost Big Dipper finally appeared. I think it may be the incarnation of my grandmother. She looked at me from the sky and guarded me. I suddenly feel better when I think about it. Although grandma has been dead for a long time, the good memories between us still exist. "
"Happiness blooms here!" I haven't seen a smile on my lips for a long time.
Happiness lies in subtleties, 800 words and 4 words.
In spring, flowers are in full bloom in the community, and Haitang crowds together. You won't let me, and I won't let you. The willows on the edge of the pavilion have sprouted, and strips of willow branches hang on the water, stroking the water and rippling.
The beautiful scenery downstairs didn't make me happy-I just quarreled with my mother and got angry. I sat in a daze under the window, and my mother's voice came from my ear: "You are a teenager who doesn't know the taste of sadness and doesn't listen to advice at all. You will feel better when you are old! " I was already upset, and my mother's words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. I ignored my mother's nagging and went out.
The community is quiet, and not many people go out for a walk on weekends. I walked alone on the path, looking at the blossoming peach blossoms, and my heart calmed down a lot. I was walking when I came to a place full of flowers. There are many kinds of flowers there. Someone should have put it there on purpose. Further on, I heard voices, which should be a mother and her children. "Son, we failed in this exam, so don't lose heart. Come on together next time, we will definitely make progress! " Hearing my mother's voice, I can't help but envy, why can't my mother be so gentle?
I am already hungry when I want to leave like this, but I don't want to go back, see my mother's disappointed expression and hear her nagging. After twelve o'clock, I think my mother should have gone to work before sneaking home.
When I got home, the food was set, and my mother left a small note on the table, which read: Girl, my mother may have talked too hard, and my mother apologizes to you. If the food is cold, please reheat it, but don't be hungry. I read the little note left by my mother, and my anger has long since vanished. Looking up, my mother picked two flowers and put them on the table when she went out.
I looked at the flowers my mother picked. It seems that somewhere in my heart, there is a flower called happiness, which is also slowly blooming. ...
Happiness lies in the nuances.
Someone once asked me, "Why can't I always feel happy?" Life is always so dull, where is my happiness? "
In fact, happiness always exists in those small things. However, it is easy for us to ignore those small things, only to feel that happiness quietly passed away in an instant, and we also passed by happiness.
Have you noticed the tiny happiness around you?
When you meet a fallen child in the street, you won't stop because of lack of time, or you will smile and extend a warm hand to help the child up. If you choose the former, it is really a pity, because you have lost a little happiness. If you choose the latter, you will see a smile full of innocence and gratitude. Although you only met him by chance, you and he both gained enough happiness to make people remember for a lifetime.
Happiness is so simple that it exists between your actions.
Do you feel sad when you find that your parents, who don't usually quarrel, suddenly quarreled over a trivial matter one day? It wasn't necessary then. Did you find a smile on your parents' lips? Maybe you will wonder. In fact, they will find it interesting. They don't want their life to be like a calm lake forever, and occasionally a little ripple will add full happiness to a calm life.
Happiness is so wonderful that it exists in your words and mine.
When you noticed that your mother knitted you a pair of wool socks, did you find that your mother always knitted and dismantled, dismantled and knitted? It's not that her mother is unlucky, but that she wants her children to wear comfortable and warm socks! But how can she do this for herself again and again? Put on your mother's wool socks, and happiness will be integrated into your whole body.
Happiness is so warm that it exists in the mother's silk thread.
Someone once said, "A person always looks up to the happiness of others, only to find that he is also looked up to by others." This is not because we are always good at observing the subtle happiness of others with a magnifying glass, but because we always don't remember the touching subtle happiness around us.
As long as you observe carefully, you will find that happiness is sometimes a piece of fragrant soil on the edge of our shoes when we walk. As long as you always pay attention to the happy clay around you, you will reap a lot of small happiness, and small happiness will converge into a lifetime of happiness!
Happiness lies in the nuances.
In the eyes of many students, teachers have always been serious and unsmiling. Our head teacher, Miss Yang, is such a teacher. But you know what? Every word, every look and every movement of her deeply contains her share of responsibility and meticulous care for us.
Now, there is only one loud voice in the classroom, and all the students have no expression on their faces. That face is less lively as a child and a little lost, which is an adult's patent! But now it appears on our faces.
Miss Yang glanced at the class with her eyes. Seeing this scene, she surprised me unexpectedly and said in a steady voice, "Well, the next question, this spring morning, I woke up easily and there were mosquito bites everywhere." She looked calm, and we-look, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and I laughed so hard that my head fell back on the desk of the classmate behind me, which was lively and fascinated. At the same time, the atmosphere in the classroom has also changed 360 degrees, which is quite different from the lifeless classroom before. Look, some students clap their thighs happily, and the laughter of "Hehe ..." will appear from time to time. Some students had a whim and smiled and accepted the next sentence, "A big bear came at night, and no one can run away." Even Zhou Lingfeng, who doesn't like to talk at ordinary times, turns cloudy and sunny. Wow, now, everyone's prototype is undoubtedly exposed. In this way, in a pleasant atmosphere, the review was completed early, and for some reason, the efficiency of the students doubled.
Friend, where is Shi Ai? When studying, pay attention to every place, and you will find that teacher love is hidden in every corner. Who is the 360-degree change of classroom atmosphere for? It's for us, let's activate brain cells, let's improve learning efficiency, and let's get a little relaxation from heavy study. The teacher's love is unique and unparalleled!
Happiness lies in the subtleties, 800 words 7.
Swedish writer Proehl once said: "As long as you carefully taste, every little thing in life is full of happiness."
Everyone has a different definition of happiness. Many times, when we ask a person what makes people feel happy in retrospect, the answer is often hidden in a "small matter".
When I was a child, my father worked in Beijing for a long time and rarely saw my mother. When I was a child, I often worried that their feelings would be separated. But then I learned that a relationship is not about fire, but about caring for each other. In winter, my father often runs the night shift, and my mother goes to work early. She often pours a cup of hot water for her father until he wakes up and the water is warm.
Happiness may be just a cup of warm water, which embodies the true feelings of the world.
That autumn, the weather was a little cold, and the autumn wind blew in along the sleeves, which made people shudder. I rode my bike alone on the road. Occasionally, a few classmates passed me talking and laughing, but I cried silently in my heart. I always report good news instead of bad news, and I seldom tell my mother about the troubles at school, but somehow my carefully disguised smiling face can be seen through by her at a glance. My mother asked again and again, but when she saw that I didn't answer, she stopped asking and gave me a warm hug. I began to sob in my mother's arms after I was in a daze. Yeah, there's a little trouble at school. There's nothing to care about. A mother's hug is enough, warm and forget the troubles of the day.
Happiness may be a warm hug that dispels the cold in my heart.
It was another birthday, and I got the blessings and gifts from my parents, but the little girl didn't say anything. So I asked her, but she said slyly, "I made a birthday present for my sister." Ask her for it, but she won't give it. I think my little daughter may have lied to me. After dinner, I picked up the mystery novel and leaned back comfortably on the cushion to continue reading. I couldn't help laughing when I opened the book. I saw a paper bookmark with a childish picture and a grinning kitten on it, which was probably written by my little girl, "Happy birthday to my sister!" " This is the most beautiful sentence she has said since she was so big. I feel a warm heart and a shallow smile.
Happiness may just be a naive bookmark, which builds a bridge of communication.
A simple act, a beautiful encounter, even a bowl of porridge, a book and a cup of tea. Happiness likes to take root and blossom in these subtle places. It is stored in the depths of our memory and nourishes the soul.
Happiness lies in the nuances of 800 words.
Preface: What is happiness? Happiness is a kind of romance, that is, "we hope to fly in heaven, and two birds will be one, and we are willing to tie the knot on the ground". Happiness is the eternal life of "although my body does not have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". It is the will to "hold your hand and grow old with your son".
Lens 1: In the fiery sunset, two old people are sitting on the mountain in the distance. Their faces are engraved with traces of time, and their hair is dyed with time, but their hands are tightly held together, relying on each other and smiling knowingly.
Link: Happiness is still those eyes that seek knowledge, the spirit of "stealing the beam to replace the column", the crystallization of ten years of hard study in a cold window, the feeling that "one day I will climb and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", and the release of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely".
Scene 2: A teenager is sitting in the garbage. He is unkempt and ragged, but his eyes eager for knowledge are so bright. He looked intently at the broken book he had picked up from the garbage. Ignorant of the flies and stench, he regarded the garbage dump as his "spiritual paradise".
Link: Happiness is happiness. It was an unexpected surprise of "looking for him in a dream for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light". Happiness is a good wish of "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away". Happiness is a look that cares about you, a word that worries you and gives you the satisfaction you want most.
Scene 3: At the gate of the kindergarten after school, a mother takes her son's favorite candy to pick up her children. When the child saw his mother, he immediately ran to hug her and shouted "Mom, Mom". I saw the candy in my mother's hand again, and my mouth was wide to my ears. I happily walked home with my mother with candy, farther and farther, until I was drowned by the crowd.
Conclusion: Happiness is actually very simple. As long as you open your heart and let people who care about you go in, happiness is not far away. If we can keep every winter warm in our hearts, why not do it?
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