Happiness is a glass of milk

Happiness is different in everyone's eyes. Happiness may be what you want to buy, mothers buy it for you; it may be raining, my mother will send you an umbrella; maybe your family will go shopping; or maybe the New Year, everyone will have a reunion dinner together. However, my happiness is a cup of warm milk.

Time flies this fast, and in a blink of an eye I am the sixth-grade big sister. In the sixth grade, the homework is much more than before, the school time is later than before, and the homework is still very late at night. When I do my homework as usual, I think that the younger brother downstairs is playing in the park with his father and mother; the little sister upstairs may be jumping downstairs; the neighbor's little baby is in the arms of her mother. Sweet sleep. How happy they are!

The winter is really cold. The two hands I am writing are constantly shaking, which makes my homework not well written. At that time, I will be annoyed alone why I want to grow up. I feel that sometimes it is a kind of pressure to accompany us in the invisible growth. at this time,

There was a warm hand holding my fast frozen hand, and a warm stream was poured into my body. I looked up and saw that the person who cares about me every day - mother. I saw my mother holding my hand in one hand, holding a glass of milk in one hand, and gently placed it on my desk. The heat of this cup of milk is going up, showing my mother's thoughts on this cup of milk.

Looking at this cup of milk, I think it can not only warm my body, but more importantly, it can comfort my heart, wash the stagnation in my heart, let me understand that no matter how stress and challenge, I have happiness. By the side, it will make me "indestructible"!

Happiness is sometimes very simple, a cup of milk, a greeting, a smile, can be passed. As long as you pay attention, happiness is actually by your side.