the taste of happiness

the taste of happiness

The grass is covered with dew to greet the fragrance that comes out when the sun rises. The flowers contain the fragrance that can't be suppressed when they are ready to be released. The smell that they exude is the fragrance that nature gives, and this fragrance is the taste of my happiness.

In the early morning, the tallest ginkgo tree was the first gift on the campus to receive the sun. The golden daylight shot slowly on it, and the tiny ginkgo leaves swayed, making the whole ginkgo look furry and cute. I stood beside it, looked up at the top of it, enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face, and sniffed an inexplicable fragrance. I think this is the taste of happiness.

Looking at it, a wall of vibrant tigers screamed at each other and pushed, and the entire wall was occupied by such vibrant green. The breeze blew softly, and the little guys moved helplessly. The wind blows at me, the wind blows me! I smelled the freshness that accompanied it. It was a different taste, a bit sweet, a bit awkward, but I felt a loss in my heart. I think this is the taste of happiness.

Kneeling down, putting your face near the flowers, greedily sucking the fragrance they radiated, they are also selfless, they make their heads slightly high, try to let the fragrance spread farther, look at their carefree smile I am drunk with the fragrance they give, I think, this is the taste of happiness.

The bell rang.

I should go to class.

Goodbye, my dear ginkgo; goodbye, my lovely ivy; oh, goodbye, fragrant little flowers.

Thank you for giving me the fragrance and freshness. This sweet taste is the taste of nature. This taste brings me joy and comfort, and makes me feel the vitality. This taste must be the taste of happiness. It is.

The second day: the book companion