In our daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that we can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. So how do you write a general composition? The following are the happy taste compositions (selected 15) that I have compiled for you. Welcome to share. The flavor of happiness composition 1

Happiness is a cloud floating freely in the sky. If you don't cherish it, it will slip away quietly when you are not careful.

Living in this ordinary world, I always wanted to know what happiness was like.

According to the dictionary, happiness is a situation and life that makes people feel comfortable. The abstract interpretation suddenly reminded me of a multidimensional "happiness" painting I had seen in the Children's Palace before.

That painting was written by a six-year-old child. It only used some monotonous lines, but it outlined the happiest picture. The content of the picture is very simple. It is about a father holding a child and playing in the park with his wife.

An ordinary picture is the happiest moment in a child's heart. Yes, what can be happier than a happy family?

some people have been looking for the so-called "happiness" in their hearts all their lives, but they have found nothing after all. In fact, they don't know that a lot of happiness has come to them and been ignored by them. They don't know, they walk too fast, so they ignore the roadside scenery. They want too much and lose their precious mood. Cherish the happiness around you, because it will always leave you. Don't wait for the clouds of happiness to float over your head before you regret not cherishing it.

Happiness is actually very simple. We are happy when watching the rising sun shine into the light of the world, listening to the echoes of birds singing in our hearts, smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants, feeling the love of our loved ones, and being happy ... Happiness is as simple as that, and we can easily feel the existence of happiness without such an abstract understanding.

I have an appointment with happiness every day of my life. The Taste of Happiness Composition 2

March 8th is the favorite day of mothers: "March 8th Women's Day." Thinking of my mother's usual hard work, I think: make a plate of braised pork for my mother! This is also my mother's favorite dish. Mom must be very happy to eat my cooking.

I opened the refrigerator and took out pork belly, onion, ginger and other seasonings from it. I took out the red and white pork belly and began to cut it like my mother usually did. Holding a heavy knife in his right hand, the five fingers of his left hand are holding the meat tightly, but the meat seems to be a naughty child, hiding from the left and flashing from the right, and all his strength seems to be used on the meat, but he still can't handle it. I took the knife and cut it hard again. It took me a lot of effort to cut the pork belly like tofu.

Turn on the gas, pour a little oil into the pot and put seven or eight pieces of white rock sugar. I stir it back and forth with a shovel, and many yellow bubbles come out when the rock sugar and the oil are mixed together until it boils into a wiredrawing shape. I quickly pour the meat into the pot, and the pot makes a "squeaky" sound, and suddenly I smell a little muddy. Mom said anxiously: "Quick, quick, stir fry with a shovel, or you will burn the pot!" " I watched nervously as pieces of meat were squeezed and touched. Like magic, the streaky pork changed from a big fat man to a small thin man, as if dancing and greeting. There is more and more oil in the pot, until the meat is wrapped in a red coat, and the color is ruddy and the sauce is overflowing, which makes my mouth water. When I add water to the pot, I cook it until it boils. The transparent pot cover is full of steam, and the thick soup blows up the trumpet, and the air is full of fragrant meat. In another 5 minutes, when the soup is thick, a plate of braised pork with all colors and flavors is baked.

I let my mother taste it first, and my mother repeatedly said, "Delicious, delicious! Fat but not greasy! "Braised pork is eaten in my mouth, and my mother's smile is on my face. At this time, I feel the taste of happiness! The Taste of Happiness Composition 3

In today's Chinese class, the teacher asked us, "Who can say a word with happiness?" As soon as the teacher's words were finished, we all held our little hands high' and scrambled to say loudly, "I have a happy home!" " "Our life is really happy!" "I feel very happy!" ? We all wrote happiness on lovely smiling faces.

The teacher stopped us with a smile and said kindly, "I saw a happy smile and heard a happy laugh! Who else will say? " Just then, Xiaoxi stood up, sniffled and said slowly, "I smell happiness!" " Everyone laughed when they heard this. Is happiness still tasty? Xiaoxi saw that we all laughed at him and bowed her head with shame.

The teacher waved his hand at us and said, "Come, let's smell it, too." The teacher and we both twitched our noses hard. Ah, the smell of cooking in the canteen went straight into our noses, as fragrant as the food cooked by my mother! So this is the taste of happiness. Aren't we smelling it every day?

The teacher saw that we were all very strange, and said, "Yes, the smell of food, flowers, fruits, the faint smell of soap on clothes, the smell of mom's cosmetics, and even the smell of sweat on dad are all happy, because only by living a happy life can we really smell or taste these smells!"

what the teacher said is really good! I think, after returning home, I must tell my dear parents that I have tasted happiness, thank them for providing me with a happy life and wish us all happiness forever! The taste of happiness composition 4

I once heard a story: the puppy keeps chasing its tail every day, but it can't catch it. It's sad. So its mother told it: "Your tail is like happiness. When you are chasing it, it actually follows you all the time."

if you think about it, it is. Happiness does not need to be vigorous, happiness does not need big waves, it is ordinary, it is trivial, when you are chasing it, it will follow you.

Every morning, my mother handed me a cup of boiled water and told me, "Drink more, you always don't like drinking water". Holding the cup in both hands, the heat slowly came out and gently flapping in my face. Take a sip, the water is nothing special, but it seems to have a little sweetness. This cup of boiled water has the taste of maternal love and happiness.

At school, my pen ran out of water. When I was worried, my deskmate handed me a ballpoint pen. I said "thank you" and she smiled and said "you're welcome" softly. The pen marks a faint trace on the paper, which seems to have a fragrance. That's the smell of friendship and happiness.

When bored and lonely, I will look through the address book in my mobile phone and smile at everyone's name. Think about their appearance, there is a sense of satisfaction. Relatives, friends, classmates, teachers ... Memories in the past time, they gave me a lot. In the increasing number of telephone numbers, there is a taste of happiness.

Someone once asked me, "What is your greatest wish?" I only answered two words: "happiness." He asked again, "Are you happy now?" I thought about it carefully and answered, "I think so." Because happiness is all around me. Happiness is actually very simple. It is a glass of water handed by my mother, an ordinary pen borrowed by my friend, and the address book in my mobile phone ... < P > Every ordinary day, the air smells of happiness. The smell of happiness composition 5

It was a Saturday, and I went to the construction site of my new house with my father to help. I worked all afternoon before dragging my tired body home. Walking on the way home, only a strong sense of fatigue came to me. Every step I took, I felt that things in front of me were constantly tossing and turning.

At the moment when I entered the door, my busy mother put down her work and came over to ask me questions. I gave a faint "Oh" and walked away, leaving my mother standing alone at the door, while I fell asleep on the sofa ...

When I woke up, I found myself curled up in bed. I was wondering in my heart, and suddenly I smelled an attractive aroma, and the feeling of hunger was awakened, and my heart was burning. I got up and went straight to the door of the kitchen. My mother was cooking in the kitchen, and my hands were busy back and forth between the tableware and kitchen utensils.

Mother seemed to be thinking about something and burned her hand in a trance. Panic, she seems to want to throw the pot, looking at the pot of delicious steaming food, throwing is not, put down is not, obviously the forehead has been covered with sweat, the red hand trembling ... I watched at the door, can't help but feel guilty, thinking of coming back so impatient, my heart is full of regret.

Dinner started. After eating delicious rice and drinking strong soup, I felt more and more guilty and could not help crying. Mother panicked: "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious? I ... ""No, it's delicious! " I replied, "How is your hand? Does it still hurt?" Mother smiled with relief, waved her hand and even said it didn't matter. She got up and filled a bowl of soup for me.

Life is mixed, and the taste of happiness is particularly prominent. This meal, I ate a happy taste. The Taste of Happiness Composition 6

What is happiness? Ask my friends, they say that happiness is to play with me in the next class.

what is happiness? Ask mom and dad, they say that happiness means staying with me and living carefree.

in my opinion, happiness means having a picnic with my family, eating, drinking and having fun together, without any worries. The breeze blows from a distance, cooling everyone. Happiness is so simple, at this time, happiness is like a cool watermelon juice, delicious and thirst-quenching.

In my opinion, happiness means playing with my classmates in the park, running around with him, the wind blowing, stroking my hair covered with water, and then sitting on the slide, sharing snacks and "happy" together. At this time, happiness is better than a multi-layer cake, each layer is sweet.

In my opinion, happiness means taking out an album and drawing on it with a pen in a house under the night sky. The moonlight shines on the album, illuminating my paintings and my heart. This is happiness. At this time, happiness tastes sweeter than honey.

in my opinion, happiness is to find a book in a lonely afternoon, go into the living room and lie prone on the chair to read, and when you are tired, you will feel sleepy and think about something. This is happiness. At this time, happiness is like a glass of ice water, colorless and transparent, without any impurities.

what is happiness? I can't say for sure in a few words. Happiness may be a new dress, a gift, a spring outing and a game ... But I know that happiness is everywhere, sometimes around us, just like writing this composition, which is also a kind of happiness. Come and embrace the happiness around us.

There are many flavors of happiness, including sour, sweet, bitter and astringent ... In short, the taste of happiness must be beautiful. Come and have a taste of happiness around us. Happy Taste Composition 7

"It's almost 4℃!" Mother cried out anxiously. She quickly put down her thermometer and went to find the medicine box at home, but turned it upside down and found only one bottle of antipyretic.

"hey, it's expired. I'll go to the drugstore again, and you should rest at home first. " She was obviously a little uneasy about leaving me alone at home. "Don't go, mom! It's so late, wait till tomorrow morning! " I pointed out the window and said. "That how line! A fever can not be delayed at all! " Mother touched my forehead and hurried out of the door.

I stood on the windowsill, and the evening wind blew and a chill came. Under the window, my mother rode her bike and disappeared in the moonlight without even wearing a raincoat. Before long, my mother came back. She was soaked to the skin, and there were several striking mud marks on her trouser legs. She must have fallen by bike. I saw her holding a medicine bottle tightly in her hand, without wiping her face, she brought a small cup, mixed the medicine and handed it to me. "Drink it quickly, I have prepared your favorite apple to give you a taste of medicine." While speaking, a red apple has been cut into small pieces and inserted with a toothpick. My nose suddenly soured, and I couldn't help throwing myself into my mother's arms and saying, "Mom, I usually give you so much trouble, but you are still so kind to me?" Mother stroked my head and said kindly, "silly child, I am your mother!" Don't be afraid, just sleep, mom will stay with you tonight! "

I can't stop crying. I remembered the familiar melody: "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure ..." That night, I slept soundly, because I smelled happiness, and that was-mother's love! The Taste of Happiness Composition 8

What is the taste of happiness?

Happiness is very strange. Its special taste lies in its sensory fullness, which can be reflected in taste, hearing, touch, vision and so on.

the taste of happiness.

every minute, my father always has a plate of shrimp or chicken wings in his hand, where he takes pains to deal with it. Looking down, silver hair is shocking. I saw that he tore off the head of the shrimp with his hand very quickly, then gently held the shrimp with his left hand, slowly pulled the shrimp line with his right hand, and then flipped it lightly with his hand like a ballet dancer. The smooth and tender shrimp meat was displayed in front of me, and with his father's careful cooking, a plate of delicious shrimp was baked.

this is the taste of happiness!

the taste of happiness in hearing.

in the evening, I was writing legends. Huh? Why is it so quiet? It turned out that the parents turned the voice to mute! Seeing you talking in a low voice, your gentle tone seems to leave no mark in the air, and more importantly, there is no conversation.

this is happiness. go and taste it!

the sense of happiness.

at night, it's time for bed. As soon as my head leaned against the pillow, I felt soft, like a pillow in someone else's arms, and I felt very comfortable. When I looked closely, I found that I had changed a pillow towel. I don't know how long my mother worked under the light for this pillow towel, so she stuck her charming little eyes on the cloth, stabbed a needle with her dexterous hand, and kept repeating it, and this pillow towel came into being today. Accompanied by a new pillow towel, I fell asleep peacefully.

this is the taste of happiness!

The visual taste of happiness ...

The taste of happiness is everywhere, but in the end, the taste of happiness comes from the heart, so that people can accept it and experience it in their hearts. The taste of happiness will be passed down from generation to generation. The Taste of Happiness Composition 9

This Mid-Autumn Festival, I had a completely different life.

In the early morning of Mid-Autumn Festival, I was carried out of bed by my mother in a daze. "You stay with grandma at home, and your dad and I will collect corn. I want to help my grandmother do some housework. " After mom said that, she and dad drove the minivan to the fields.

I was reluctant to get dressed, while muttering, "It's really unhappy not to have a reunion at home during the Mid-Autumn Festival.".

grandma said, "xiaojia is in grade two, and when she grows up, her parents are so tired all the time. She has to go to work and take care of you at home.