Happy color

Happiness is like a flower, white, red, and powdery. Happiness always rings my door.

Cold winter is the best place to be at home. A family of three gathered around the table and waited for the water in the pot to open. Soon, the water opened, put the mother's favorite meatballs into the pot, continue to heat, see the water in the pot played a bubble, the lid beats under the power of water vapor. Dad picked up the lid and held the chopsticks for the moment, and the white mist that rushed out made the mother’s eyes become paralyzed. My father and I secretly put the meatballs in the mother’s bowl and stuffed them up. . The white mist on the mother's lens disappeared and was scared by the number of meatballs in the bowl, but I saw that my mother's happy smile hung on her face. Mother gave the meatballs in her bowl to me and my father. "Eat, everyone eats together!" Under the illumination of the light, this happiness is like a mist, white, warm.

Spring, a happy season. One season wins a season, spring sent away the happiness of winter. In the warm spring, we went to the spring tour and tried what we had not tried: climbing at high altitude, bunny dance with different difficulty, and the most impressive "human bridge". We all hold hands and knees close to the knees. Every classmate climbed in our hands, no matter how much pain! No matter who our classmates are, we have not complained or given up. In the end, I won not only the victory, but also the strength that made me realize the unity. The tears could not help but win in the eyes. This is because of happiness and tears. This happiness is as warm as tears, like the flowers of unity. Just as red.

Nearly the middle school entrance examination, united us to fight together, even the teacher also helped us side by side. After school at noon, and the teachers went to the school gate. I took the test papers and pens in my hand and rushed to the office. At first glance, I was in danger, and the English teacher was still there. I went to the teacher: "Teacher, I don't understand this question." The teacher said: But my words didn't reveal my own stupidity. The teacher knew that I still wouldn't, I took out the chalk from the drawer and forced the circle. After living in the subject "thepen" of the sentence, the teacher whispered: "Remember, the subject can't do it by himself, and it is often passive, so you should choose the B option." I understood the question, and the smile was on my face. The teacher also showed a smile. When he saw the clock on the teacher's desk, he had delayed the teacher for fifteen minutes, but he could not see that the teacher had a trace of blame. This is my happiness, the teacher solves the problem for me, this picture is pink, happiness is also pink.

Happiness is colorful, can't be touched, can't be seen, and can't be painted with forty-eight colors of paint. Only one-of-a-kind happiness belongs to oneself and is hidden in the heart. Recognize its color.

Instructor: Yang Jingdong

Third day: Chen Yiyi