One Sunday morning, my aunt came to see me early in the morning with fresh oranges and attractive oranges. I'm more excited. I eat sweet oranges and play in the park. Suddenly, a boy in a blue T-shirt appeared in front of my eyes. The boy squatted under a big banyan tree, and the sleeves of his clothes were stained by something. I walked in curiously. It turned out to be Xiaoming. We are neighbors and often play together. But he looks as if he has cried. I asked him kindly why he was crying, but he just didn't say a word. In order to make him happy, I will touch his happiness with my own happiness. I handed him the orange in my hand and told him a funny scene I played in the park. Xiao Ming smiled on his listless face. Seeing that he listened so carefully, I wanted to talk more. I chatted with relish and felt very happy at the same time. Xiao Ming has been asking me some questions. He seems to be intoxicated with my happiness. After that, we still eat oranges together. Our hands are covered with the smell of oranges.
On this day, I not only ate delicious oranges, but also gained the taste of sharing happiness with others. Sharing happiness with others will make others happy and make themselves happier.