Happiness is sometimes like a glass of water, which nourishes your heart all the time; happiness is sometimes like a seed, taking root and sprouting in our hearts and becoming a part of our lives. Although happiness is not gorgeous, it is fulfilling; although happiness is not expensive, it is very simple. Happiness does not have to be earth-shattering, and it cannot be earth-shattering. I think life is much more ordinary. Perhaps it is this ordinaryness, it is this small thing that makes the big difference, that attracts us deeply and makes us fall in love deeply. it. When you are sick, your parents stay up all night by your bedside; when you are injured, your classmates care and care for you; when you are injured, your teachers teach you from the bottom of their hearts; when you are helpless, your parents say "I love you!"; and with your classmates. The playful and happy games between each other; when you fail, the teacher pats you on the shoulder and tells you "Failure is the mother of success!" When you are thirsty, your parents give you a cup of tea; the classmates give you a kind smile, and the teacher Those words of encouragement; these little things reflect endless love, don't they? Perhaps happiness and love are an inseparable whole. Happiness comes from love, and it is precisely because of this love that our hearts are filled with happiness. This is happiness, I can’t explain it clearly, I just feel that with it, the world is extraordinarily bright; this is happiness, it comes from love and makes our lives very fulfilling; this is happiness, ordinary, but it makes us feel that this is the world The most precious thing on earth.
Everyone has his or her own happiness. Intimate friendship, precious family ties, and long and touching teacher-student relationship are all like rose petals floating in my life, filling me with happiness. Warm feeling. In the past, my performance in Chinese was not ideal, so I hated Chinese the most. I felt that the Chinese questions were very complicated and the articles were difficult to understand. Therefore, whenever I see Chinese language questions, my head gets dizzy. It was my Chinese teacher who told me: The more difficult it is, the harder it is to give up. You must persevere and work hard to succeed. So, I started to wander in the world of Chinese language often, and read the parts I didn’t understand over and over again. After that, I gradually fell in love with Chinese. I feel that I am gradually entering the world of Chinese. Whenever I hold satisfactory results in my hands, whenever I read my composition in front of the whole class, whenever the Chinese teacher looks at me with approval, the sweet feeling of happiness permeates my whole body and makes me intoxicated.
I remember once, in a physical education class, I accidentally fell while running, and red blood flowed from my knees. At this moment, Xiaohong immediately helped me up and took me to the infirmary. In the next few days, Xiaohong was always beside me carefully doing this and that for me, even rushing to do small things like pouring water for me. That grandma-like nagging, that earnest look, and that busy figure put me in a halo of happiness. I still remember that winter, the weather was extremely cold. I caught a bad cold. I had no strength or energy at all. I also had vomiting and diarrhea all day long, which was very uncomfortable. One night, I wanted to cough again. In order to be afraid that my grandma would force me to take medicine, I suppressed myself and kept myself from coughing. There was really no other way, so I coughed secretly under the quilt, but this subtle Grandma noticed my actions, and what I didn’t expect was that the cough would last forever, making me breathless. Grandma immediately found pills for me, put a hot water bottle on my back, and put it on my back at night. He also got into my bed to keep me warm. One night, grandma, you didn't even close your eyes. Seeing you coughing a little the next day, tears of happiness filled my eyes.
Happiness is actually hidden around each of you and me. As long as you find it with your heart, a kind word, a warm gesture, and a subtle care, these are all happiness!
Today’s classroom seemed particularly depressing. There is no longer the loud sound of reading in the past, nor the usual sound of red-faced arguments. Everyone felt very sad because classmate Wang Ming's father passed away when he was a child, and his mother also passed away yesterday, leaving only him and his sister.
What a heavy blow this is! When a child is in need of maternal love, his mother suffers from cancer and leaves him prematurely. How will the Wang Ming siblings live in the future?
In our class, happiness does not belong to one person, but to the whole class. Wang Ming’s pain of losing maternal love does not belong only to him, but to the whole class. Wang Ming walked in from the door. He had a black gauze on his arms, his eyes were red and swollen, and he moved into the classroom step by step with heavy steps. Everyone raised their heads and looked at him, watching him sit in his seat. The whole class felt extremely heavy throughout the morning.
At noon, after lunch, everyone gathered around Wang Ming. Some people looked at him with comforting eyes, some hesitated to speak, sighed, and some came up. He patted him on the shoulder. Wang Ming stood up, walked to the door of the classroom, looked back at everyone, smiled at everyone, and walked out. This is not an ordinary smile, it is a smile that a child puts on when he loses his mother's love, in order to comfort everyone, and is afraid of affecting the learning of his classmates. This smile meant that he could get through it. I firmly believe that he will survive it.
Everyone sat together in silence for a long time, and suddenly someone said: "Let's donate money to Wang Ming!" Everyone replied in unison: "Yes! We will all support him until he graduates. "One cent, two cents, fifty cents, one yuan...notes were put into Wang Ming's pencil case one by one.
After Wang Ming came back, he looked at the money in his pencil box and then at his classmates. They all smiled at him.
In the first class in the afternoon, many people put money and a notebook on Wang Ming’s desk. Wang Ming opened the book. There was a famous saying in the book: "Life is not a happy dinner, but struggle and hardship; more struggle, more hardship." There are also precious words of advice from classmates in the book. Wang Ming read it, with tears in his eyes, and wrote at the end of the notebook: "I am a member of Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school, and my heart will be merged with fifty-three hearts..."
At this moment, I felt an invisible force, that is, love. When Wang Ming was frustrated, the whole class used their hearts of gold to warm his already cold heart.
What I saw was not fifty-four classmates, but fifty-four hearts of gold, tightly leaning together...