My micro-happiness

If life is an ordinary gauze skirt, then happiness is the glittering and translucent sequins on the gauze skirt, which makes it shine in the dazzling sunshine.

Happiness, big or small, can decorate your life and make you feel warm. Some small happiness often haunts people and makes them unforgettable.

On that day, it was snowing heavily, and it was so cold that even my breath would be foggy. I was only in the second grade of primary school, and I was still an ignorant kid. I followed my grandparents every day, and I went to the ridge and the river for a while ... My grandfather "escorted" me to school every time. Grandpa always rides the old bicycle that is half a head taller than me, puts me in the back seat and drives slowly to school. Because the weather is too cold, grandpa rides very slowly, which is no different from walking. Huh? How come I didn't feel the sting of the cold wind on my face at all? Looking up, it turned out that grandpa blocked the cold wind for me with his thin body. The biting cold wind lingered unceremoniously on grandpa.

Because I had to cross a mountain road, the winding mountain road made my grandfather have to get off and drag me forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the steep hillside was undoubtedly worse. Every step, every step left footprints on the snow that was not deep enough, and finally became a line of footprints leading to the top of the mountain ... I clearly saw and felt a little bit of white smoke coming out of grandpa's head.

"ah! I left my Chinese book on the bed, grandpa, go and get it! Otherwise I will be criticized. " I cried at the top of my voice.

"honey, be good, grandpa will take you to school first." Grandpa still moved on and accelerated his pace, but I clearly felt the waves of shaking.

When I finally came to school, my grandpa helped me get off from the back seat, and I repeatedly urged him to go home quickly. Grandpa turned the car around and disappeared into the snow.

a few minutes passed, and suddenly I saw a shadow on the balcony on the second floor-it was grandpa! He trotted to my side. "Yang Zhou, here, grandpa brought the book." The moment I took the book, I touched my grandfather's hands, which were as cold as iron. My clothes are wet, my shoes are wet, and my face is flushed with cold. Grandpa … I suddenly feel that my grandfather has aged a lot, and my originally vicissitudes face is even more vicissitudes …