The taste of happiness

Happiness is a shadow that hides in the gaps in life, and people feel that happiness is beyond reach. In fact, as long as we open the door to the heart and feel the heart, we will listen to the happy melody and bring the sweet taste.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted into the house, and the familiar food was scented in the half-opened door. Unloading the tiredness and pushing the door open, as usual, shouting "I am coming back", the home is still so warm, my mother’s busy figure The kitchen and the restaurant shuttled back and forth. She smiled at the tip of her mouth and looked at a carefully prepared meal. The golden color was my favorite potato. Dad raised his legs and talked about the stock market in a hurry. The triumphant power has already been raised. Looking for the smell of smoke? The grandfather looked at the building that was being built outside the window. The smoke was lingering around the serious military who had always been serious. "Come back, what's the fun thing today?" Watching him turn over, the wrinkles in the corners of the corners of the corners are actually just old urchins. It’s good, my family has a strong family. I remember that my mother was covered for me at night, and my father patiently educated me. My grandfather said that I already knew the jokes that made me happy. I am happy because I have family members who love me. I can feel the happiness brought by my family. Home by their parents, go out to rely on friends. When I arrived at the school, I remembered that yesterday was also my happiness. The mind is swaying, and the memory opens the page of the second day. The adults said that the second day was a turning point in the career of the middle school. In my heart, I was loaded with countless ambiguities and a little rebellion. After several major exams, the mathematics that has always been proud has become a painful heart. I watched the teacher leave a large red mark on the scroll, and the tears could not stop hitting the desk, with endless regrets. . Open your eyes, I don't know who handed a paper towel, and the dead parties laughed and said, "You will cry too." In fact, I can see the fear in their eyes. "Say good, we have to cheer." A few hands clasped together, built up a firm belief, with them, there is a noisy class, there is a leisurely test of walking the playground, this happiness The taste is mutual understanding and encouragement among friends.

In the passage of time, many happy silhouettes will be left behind. In the rainy season, help the fallen pedestrians, help others to have a happy taste, complete the work assigned by the teacher with a strong sense of responsibility, get recognition from the students, and have a happy taste...

Everyone has their own twenty strokes of happiness. For me, every bit of life is made up of happiness. This kind of happiness is bred in every morning, overflowing in every air, melting in the heart? It is sweet.

Fifth grade: Heart of Ice