Can anyone help me write a happy essay, the essayist gives me happiness

Home gives me happiness.

Home, you must be familiar with it! Everyone has a home from the moment they fall to the ground. In family life, although there will be many bumps and bumps, although there will be many troubles, home, more often, gives us great happiness!

Home is the starting point of life!

The first trouble is not necessarily at home, but the first laughter must be at home; The first parting is not necessarily at home, but the first reunion must be at home; The first word I know is not necessarily at home, but the small schoolbag I carried when I went to school for the first time must be at home. . . When I go out on a trip, I miss home; When you return from afar, you will be the first to step into your home; There are many stations in life, but home will never be just a station.

Home is a safe haven for sailing.

Life is like a long river, we are a boat adrift on the river, and when there are wind and waves on the river, we sail back to the port to avoid the wind. Until there is no wind, we will continue to drift and sail. It's the same with life!

In the long journey of life, we will always encounter all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, whenever we feel tired, tired, that warm home is like a safe haven, allowing us to hide, shelter us from the wind, and protect us from the rain.

Home is also the destination of life.

No matter how long we wander outside, we always have to go home; No matter how many accomplishments we have out there, we ultimately have to share them with our families; No matter how beautiful it is outside, when you get home, you will always take off your disguise. Home can make a fragile person strong and know how to face life.

Home has brought us endless joy, and at home, there are always countless songs and laughter, rippling in our hearts. Home is like a mountain that stands tall and holds us up, and home is like a seven-colored rainbow that makes our lives colorful!

I love my home!

Happiness, what a complex and simple thing.

Inscription. Seeing that the time was passing minute by minute, and I was about to turn in the paper, my composition still did not move a word. It was drizzling outside, the air seemed to be frozen, very stuffy, and the surrounding students were writing in a hurry, and the sound of spring silkworms eating.

All of this made me feel extremely bored, and countless feelings were intertwined. For a time, there was no joy.

Haven't I ever been happy?

No, of course not. How happy I was.

I once walked under the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The rain fell flutteringly, waking up one tree after another of osmanthus flowers. The light of the crescent moon covers the osmanthus flowers, softly.

The intoxicating aroma of osmanthus is transmitted in the wind, and throughout the night, it becomes fragrant. Staring at the small osmanthus flowers, as if hearing their whispers, I suddenly had happiness from the bottom of my heart.

The moon is as cold as water, and the dream of the flower soul is traced.

Quiet, what a joy.

Participated in the school bonfire. When the fire was blazing, my heart was boiling! It was the first time I saw such a big fire, and I was really shocked.

The tumbling of the fire elves, the treaty, the desperate heat. Everyone is infected. We screamed, jumped, laughed loudly, and showed that there was no reserve and no distance, there was orange flame and our orange enthusiasm.

Our joy, spinning, sublimating, converging, faithfully scattering, turning into the brightest star in the sky. For the first time, I felt that happiness could be so enthusiastic.

Warm, what a joy.

Zeng Jin experienced separation. As for the graduation of elementary school, the pain of separation can be so thorough. Later, she received a letter from a friend, in which she said:

If I have another flower, I will give it to you, because I want you to be happy; If I have two flowers on fire, then one for you and one for me, I hope we are all happy; If I have three flowers, two for you and one for me, I want you to be happier than I am. In an instant, tears containing countless joys fell.

It turns out that happy tears are so sweet.

How happy it is to be loved.

The joy in my heart reappears, it never goes away, it's just that I hide it.

1 What is true happiness (helping others or not being satisfied).

2 Give a few examples of lack of reputation.

3 Summarize the volcanic segments.

The joy of growing up.

In life, we have had different moods: joy, anger, sorrow, they will often fill our hearts, we have crossed our eyebrows, we have been sad, we have laughed out loud. Life, however, is something that is incomprehensible.

Here, we are happy, sad, angry.

When I was in elementary school, I regarded it as my best memory. At that time, we had no worries, no sorrows, only the naughtiness, my mother did not prepare a delicious meal waiting for me to come home, after the bell rang for class, we were like wild horses out of the stable, flying out of nature, enjoying this leisure, this relaxation, this leisure. We ignore the strange eyes of the old people, and still talk and laugh, laughing unscrupulously.

In short, we are happy.

Finally, one day, we left this comfort zone - elementary school. Entered a stage of growth - junior high school.

Ponies cross the river, and the depth of the river needs to be tried by themselves. Although, I heard many people cry about the hardships of junior high school life. But isn't there any joy?

With this question and curiosity, my junior high school life officially began. As they say, junior high school life is not easy.

That's why I started to grow. The once childish face was a little more mature and a little sad, and I began to seek a close friend, and I began to understand the teacher, and from the teacher's harsh criticism, I appreciated their kindness and helplessness. I am happy to understand all this.

I began to have a mind of my own. I don't snuggle up to my parents like a little sheep, and I obey them. For the first time, I had a sense of life.

Although this is immature, he really belongs to me, and in their eyes I may have become disobedient and rebellious. But it was at this point that I really understood the pressure they were under and their concern.

Life is a five-flavor bottle, sweet and sour, bitter, spicy and salty, everything is available, and we are slowly tasting this taste. Failure is a must, success is what we look forward to, in a little bit, we grow, but also because we grow, we feel the joy of growth!