Feel happiness

Happiness is a very subtle feeling? On the winter morning, I can sleep peacefully and sleep, smelling the scent of the cake, is a kind of happiness; Amoy bookstore, scouring my favorite book, getting the encouragement of my father, is also a kind of happiness; the mischievous brother often pranks Today, he suddenly changed his face and expressed his attachment to me. This is a kind of happiness. On the winter morning, the sun also started late, without homework, and my mother stopped giving me an alarm clock. I am used to getting up early, I have already woken up. I used my arm to explore the cold air outside the bed, and then shrank back, ready to lie down and lie for a while. Outside the window, the tires of the car pressed against the concrete road, and the engine screamed. An old lady who sold tea eggs early in the morning was full of voice and loud voice. Dad turned on the computer to listen to music. Mom quickly turned down the volume and whispered, "I am still asleep!" Just lying in a confused way, the ears received all kinds of information. Suddenly the nose smelled the smell of a cake, the fragrance became more and more intense, the door of the bedroom slammed open, and the mother came in with a freshly baked cake: Xinyi, eating the cake. I slammed up from the bed, put on my clothes, and brushed my teeth in the room filled with cake scent. The feeling of happiness swayed in the heart of the lake. When it’s okay, I like to go to the bookstore and smash from this bookshelf to another bookcase. Suddenly the eyes lit up, and a thin green cover of "Spring Water" came into view. I could have longed for this collection of poems in Bing Xin. I just read some selected texts. Today I am fortunate enough to see the whole book. I quickly bought it and went to the counter to pay. When Dad suddenly appeared at my side, I looked at the book in my hand. My relatives stroked my hair and said, "Good book! Heart is really hard." Dad The palm of my hand is very warm, and a warm feeling spreads from the tip to the bottom of my heart. I know that this is also a feeling of happiness. Looking at the "Reader" today, one sentence is very thought-provoking: a very good brother and sister when I was a child, I will ignore each other in my busy work when I grow up. I suddenly became scared. My brother is not very good with my feelings. He often takes me to prank. What happens when I grow up? My brother is playing with toys in the room. I kneel down and ask him: "Brother, will you forget me when you grow up?" The younger brother stopped his movements and said with a solemn expression: "No, I will only be right when I grow up." Hello." Looking at his tender face, listening to this, I suddenly moved, my nose a bit sour. Isn't this just happiness? Happiness is very simple, it does not shine like a signal, flashing red light on a very high horizon. Happiness is omnipresent. As long as I have a happy heart, I can feel it all the time.