What is happiness?
Some people have struggled for this word all their lives, and even after a lifetime, they have never been really happy. The arrogant Napoleon said that he had never been happy for a day, while the blind girl Helen said that she was happy every day.
Suddenly I remembered a sentence: simplicity is the best, and happiness lies in simplicity.
The third day is the most boring. Wandering in the sea of questions all day, I have already lost my youthful color. I think of what my predecessors said: three years in high school is two difficulties, and I have to shed my skin if I don't die. You'll never understand until you've experienced it.
At that time, I felt like a machine, loaded with all my homework and exercises all day, buzzing all the time. I don't know when, that lively and active self has left, giving people a lonely indifference.
Sometimes I calm down and find that I have changed a lot, but every time I ask myself, are you satisfied with my present life? The answer is clear, isn't it? I don't know when it will become a powder keg, and I will shoot at the first opportunity.
During that time, my heart was always tangled. Looking back on my past, I find that I am not happy at all. The word happiness, like a cloud on the horizon, is often talked about, but never touched.
I always wanted to give up, but I couldn't face the pressure of reality. My parents, fate and future are all heavy in my heart. I found myself on the edge of the abyss.
After school that day, he came to me and said, "Hi! How about it? " Sounds like singing.
"What else can I do? Prepare for the exam. " I seem to be listless about everything
"Look at you so decadent, I'll take you for fun!" He said, pulling me forward.
That day, I put down my baggage for the first time and was dragged across the stream, over the mountains and climbed to the top of the mountain by him.
"Look, it's a burning cloud." He shouted, pointing to the lux clouds in the sky.
Looking at the gorgeous clouds, I don't know how long I haven't paid attention to such beautiful scenery in my memory. Looking at his cheers, I suddenly asked, "Are you happy?"
"Of course, don't you think it's very happy that at the end of the day, you throw everything away and just enjoy this beautiful sunset?"
Suddenly, I also feel completely relaxed, without noisy voices and boring troubles, let the sunset shine on my body and let the wind blow my cheeks. At that moment, I suddenly felt very happy.
My heart, which has been ravaged by the cold wind for countless winters, should also begin to recover when this happy flower bud blooms.
I was so happy that time. 700-word composition (2)
If someone asks you what happiness is? You will think of your mother's kind eyes, hard-working parents, generous hands of your father, and the warm feeling of home ... It is conceivable that life is full of happy elements everywhere. I want to find my own happy world in my life.
When I was a child, I was the darling of my family. I am as carefree as an emperor. I can do whatever I want at home and buy whatever I want. There are countless toys piled up in the house. When I grow up, I gradually understand some things. Every morning, grandma will bring me a delicious breakfast. Every time she eats, grandma always says, "Be careful." "Are you full?" I didn't take it to heart, just answered smoothly; Grandma always smiles brightly when I learn some skills. In this delicious breakfast, a cordial greeting and a bright smile, I found the first happiness in my life.
When I went to Fuqing, I lived in a beautiful house-this is my grandfather's home, which is a six-story apartment. I just arrived in this strange place, and I'm a little uncomfortable. This strange scene makes me feel indescribable. Grandparents are very enthusiastic, buy me clothes, pick me up, and cook a delicious meal. Let me relax. When I first came to Fuqing, I felt infinite happiness. But I can't do whatever I want like at grandma's house. In grandpa's family, as long as I make a mistake, I will be criticized; They told me a lot of truth, which benefited me a lot and taught me to be a man. This made me find the second happiness in my life.
When I went to primary school, I moved to my own world. My third home has just been built, a unique suite. I live with my parents, which further brings me closer to my life. One morning, my mother asked me to do housework. I thought: I have never done housework. How could my mother let me do this? I did it reluctantly. When I finished, I saw a brand-new home. I've learned that helping others is a kind of happiness. I found the third happiness in my life.
It turns out that life is full of happy elements everywhere. These seemingly ordinary things can feel the love of parents. This is the so-called happiness, an ordinary but sincere happiness.
I was so happy that time. 700-word composition (3)
It is raining again. The weather is terrible. While I was fiddling with my bag, I looked for my father through the steam-filled window.
The students left one by one, but dad still didn't come. I simply put on my schoolbag and went downstairs alone. Although it was raining, I didn't rush to run, but began to walk in the rain. Cold rain, along the hair tip, sticks to the face and drops on the neck. My skin seems to be awakened by this sudden cold and have a cold war.
Suddenly, my head seemed to be covered by something. I heard the sound of raindrops pounding on the canvas, accompanied by one gasp after another: "I told you to wait for me in class, and I was caught in the rain!" " Through the dim street lamp of the school, my father twisted his eyebrows and blamed me. The white breath from his mouth brushed warmly in front of me and disappeared in a whirl. I vaguely saw a piece of white on the back of my father's umbrella, and suddenly remembered something-my father had a bad cold! That white thing is obviously a hemostatic patch after hanging water in the hospital.
Looking at the traces of rain on dad's clothes, my heart suddenly pulled up. "Is it cold?" I asked softly. "Me?" Dad, look at me. "What do you say? I am so healthy, I will ... "Before he finished, there was a heavy cough. He immediately put his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his cough and try to suppress it.
I took a hand out of my pocket and said, "I play an umbrella." Dad clung to the handle of the umbrella and insisted on not letting him. I had to put my hand back in my pocket. "Are your hands cold?" Before I could answer, he reached into my pocket and wrapped my little fist. I wonder if it's because he still has a fever. His palms were hot, and the warmth suddenly spread all over his body.
"Help me with my backpack." I said, (m.taiks.com) Dad immediately reached out and took my schoolbag. While he was holding it, I quickly tightened the handle of the umbrella. Dad smiled and reached out and hugged me tightly. My face was stuck on my father's coat, soaked by the rain and cold. I imagined my father looking for me in the rain and could not help secretly blaming myself.
The umbrella has always been quietly biased towards my father, just as my father has always been biased towards me when playing an umbrella. I still hold my father's hand tightly, just as my father always held mine when I was a child.
Surprisingly, my father has been singing all that day, and his face is always full of smiles. I don't know if it was because of a cold or other reasons, but two blushes on his face covered up his sallow face.
Sixteen years later, I still don't have an umbrella to get out of the rainy day, but this time, I took an umbrella and hugged you. Dad's palm is still warm, the world outside the umbrella is as cold as ice, but it is as warm as spring under the umbrella.
In this way, I held an umbrella for my father and held his hand. We walked through the campus and the street. At that moment, a flower called happiness quietly bloomed in my heart. ...