Every Christmas, my heart is always full of joy. Because I will get a long-awaited gift when I sleep at night, my mother said, it is from Santa Claus. With it, I will grow up healthily and live better and better.

Sometimes I think it makes people feel happy to see interesting things and that sudden happiness. But now we seem to lack that innocence and happiness more and more. There are many things that deserve our cheers and happiness, all hidden in our hearts, lightly recalling that sweetness.

Happiness is sometimes hard to come by.

I remember when I was in primary school, every time after school, I ended up going home with a few good classmates. After school, several of us always skip out of the school gate with smiles on our faces. There is a not too wide road between the school gate and the station. There is a "Qianmen Store" in the alley near the opposite road. My two best friends and I always buy some snacks there, and then sprint to the station not far away to catch the bus coming slowly, so my sprint level is also improved in the catch-up, and I am more and more confident in my sprint.

After the mid-term exam, the school held a school sports meeting. When signing up, all the students in our class were very active. However, more than half of the boys in our class are preparing for the 25-meter event, and there are an endless stream of people who register for the Sports Commission.

I want to apply directly to the teacher's office after school. But there are already five or six people in the office. I panicked and tried to close the door in a hurry, but the teacher happened to see me. She said to me in some surprise, "Are you here to sign up, too?" Come on in, we'll all draw lots to decide. "When my good friend saw me coming at last, my face looked a little bad. He quickly comforted me and said, "You have to fight for the opportunity by yourself. You can prove your strength on the court. Let's go. " With a sigh, I looked at the pen container with only a piece of paper left, and all the people looked at me with envy. ...

We are about to start, and there are students around us holding signs and shouting come on. The voice was a heartfelt cry, and some covered their palms with a few drops of sweat on the back of their hands, watching the upcoming game nervously. Those students and I are like diamonds in a diamond. Jumping out of the starting line, I stared at the front. My feet are as light as a swallow. Only 25 meters, half of them have finished running. There was silence on and off the stage, and everyone stared at the runway with their eyes wide open. I didn't expect my body to be a little stiff before I left, which led to some asthma in the second half. As a result, I was one and a half places behind the first place. In the cheers of my classmates, I ran to the finish line and finally entered the final with the second place.

I have some regrets in my heart. The teacher looked at my performance and frowned a little. But the teacher just called me to him and whispered to me, "failure is a common occurrence in military strategists." Come on, you can do it! " After listening to these words, I was like a soldier who was resurrected in situ. In my mind, I recall the encouragement of my classmates, the support of my teachers, and the years when I desperately chased the bus for the sprint. After a short rest, I stood on the runway with four other students and listened to the cheers again. I don't have much scruples in my heart, I just want to enjoy this short journey. When the whistle sounded and left, the whole body seemed to have put down a heavy burden, as light as the wind, and my brain went blank, and the cheers and cheers in my ears disappeared. Just one thought, to the finish line. Go all out and do your best for the trust and support of teachers. Here we are. I am here. I did it. The whole person sat slumped on the playground, and everyone in our class showed a bright smile on his face. Enjoying the joy and cheers of victory, my heart is full of joy.

I continued to sit there, quite happy, with more joy, not silly happiness! It was not until the teacher told me to get up and line up that I woke up like a dream and silently sighed, "A strong heart is really strong." At this moment, my heart is full of joy.

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The morning of this festival is always chilly, and sometimes there are snowflakes floating in the sky, but this can't stop my enthusiasm for Santa Claus.

Therefore, I look forward to Christmas more than all festivals. And always pestering my mother to tell stories about Santa Claus. In my dream, I also became a naughty deer Rudolph, and I happily pulled the sleigh to send Santa Claus's love to every corner of the world.

Gradually, I grew up. Suddenly one day I had doubts about the old man who brought me good luck. So when I was eight years old, on Christmas Eve, I asked my mother, "Is there really a Santa Claus in the world? Can he still give me a present tonight? " "Yes, I will!" My mother stroked my head and said seriously, "As long as you sleep soundly, Santa Claus will come on time as usual."

It was stupid of me to believe what my mother said. But in order to meet Santa Claus, which is my long-cherished wish, I once held a photo of Santa Claus and fantasized about it more than once. Is he really like this? How kind and lovely! I made a careful plan: I put my big crimson socks and high boots on the bed early, and then I hid under the bed and pretended to sleep. It's late at night, and everything is silent. I gradually felt sleepy, thinking, why hasn't Santa Claus come yet? Is there any delay on the way? At this time, there was a slight footstep outside the window-Santa Claus came, he came! I am very excited. With the creaking of the door, the sound went from far to near, and soon I reached the bed. My heart is uneasy, like a deer in my arms, pounding. May I have a look? What should Santa do when he sees anger? Will you stop giving gifts in the future? But if you don't watch it, is there any chance in the future? Let's just take a look and forget about caution. By the bright moonlight, I opened my eyes slightly and saw the figure I dreamed of, but I was shocked at once. There is no Santa Claus. Isn't that familiar figure my mother? What is she doing here? Watching my mother gently stuff things into big socks and high boots, I understood everything, with kindness and seriousness on my face. Tears can't help flowing out. What gift does Santa give? It turned out to be a myth made up by my mother. All the gifts I received over the years were originally from my mother. "Poor wind!" !

After my mother stuffed the present, she came up to me gently. I quickly closed my eyes. She helped me tuck in the uncovered quilt and quietly went out.

Seeing the back of my mother's departure, my heart once again set off waves. In recent years, the situation at home is not very good. My mother has always been frugal, but she is always hard on herself, but she has always been so generous to me. No matter what holidays, she always buys me many gifts. I know that every gift contains a deep maternal love.

I secretly made up my mind never to reveal this secret, and I will cherish it with Santa Claus, whom I have always respected and loved, because my mother is Santa Claus in my heart forever! Thinking about it, a warm current overflowed my mind again, just like the Spring Breeze returned to My Sweetie.

Every Christmas, my heart is always full of joy.

3、

The sun is shining, and my heart is full of joy.

It's another sunny afternoon. I sat on the wide swing in the yard and sang. The fragrance is thin, the vines are full of flowers, and the ruby yellow core and crimson petals complement each other, setting off a touch of joy. This is grandpa's paradise.

I often like to stay in this small yard, listening to birds singing, fiddling with flowers and listening to grandpa's call.

See grandpa immediately grinned and said, "naughty boy, if you tease flowers like this, bees will sting you." Say, touch my head with one hand. My hands are full of dew. Under the sunshine, the sky is high and the clouds are light, with a faint fragrance, I pounce on my nose. I felt a tender feeling in my heart, but I smiled and didn't think much.

Flowers are colorful, just like the giggling pleasure of holding a lollipop in one hand and pulling my grandfather in the other, but they told me to be quiet, not like when I was a child.

Charan, I'm watching. My grandfather is slow and thin. Not far away, it seems to be a big tree, its branches are bathed in sunshine and very peaceful.

Thoughts flying, once, a silent figure, contains profound meaning.

Wearing a bell around her neck, holding grandpa's hand, Lingling walked all the way, enjoying the innocence of her childhood.

He held my hand tightly and his temples were blown away. He looked at me with a little smile.

However, I am willing to meet his eyes, hold his hand and enjoy the warmth of being cared for.

So, I saw the spring between my grandfather's eyebrows, which aroused each other's smiles.

Today's grandfather, still silent, stands behind a thin figure with deep love.

He doesn't know how to convey this beautiful love, is it the hope in front of polished floor-to-ceiling glass, or the gaze in a strong tea, or the shallow smile in a small garden?

Pass it on, turn that full love into a silent touch behind me, and my heart is full of joy.

The wind is blowing like gentle rain.

Grandpa smiled, and I smiled. In the warm sunshine, grandpa's teeth sparkled and his heart was full of joy.

4、

Because streams, rivers and seas are far-reaching; Because of the blue sky, the sun is brighter; It is because there are people who are willing to work behind the scenes that the performers on the stage are gorgeous.

At the end of the year,1February is filled with a happy atmosphere, and the smiling faces of pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the streets decorated with lights. The new year's class meeting in the class will be held soon, and I am secretly looking forward to it, hoping to become a member of the host.

Being the host of the New Year's class meeting is something I have been waiting for for a long time. Beautiful clothes, beautiful pronunciation and the eyes of the audience ... I have presided over several flag-raising ceremonies, so I must be selected.

Imagine yourself presiding in front of the stage, filled with joy.

However, the news came that I was the author of the manuscript. "Where is the host?" I asked almost anxiously, but didn't hear my name.

My heart seems to sink into the cold sea. I seem to see others become the focus of attention on the stage, but I can only watch quietly and silently.

Between my thoughts, my eyes caught a glimpse of a cheongsam, which was my costume when I performed in the art festival, and my thoughts could not help but go back to the past. Waiting backstage before singing on stage that day. I didn't expect the backstage to be so lively. Prop group, punching group, makeup group ... everyone is busy. Although it is behind the scenes, everyone's face is full of smiles, as if proudly saying, "Although I am just a behind-the-scenes worker, I am equally happy and proud to contribute to the performance silently."

Thought of here, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I sat at my desk and began to think quietly. Isn't it just as proud to write a wonderful manuscript?

Being behind the scenes and being willing to be a foil is a kind of mind, a kind of tolerance and a kind of spirit. Perhaps, when I sit under the stage and watch the host read the manuscript, I will be happy that I am a behind-the-scenes worker.

Thought of here, my heart is full of joy.

-but secretly laughing inside.