Junior high school level essay reading is good warmth and taste .

I often think about it, what is the taste of the word "happiness" that often bursts out of the mouths of adults? Why do they have such sweet smiles on their faces? Now, though, I seem to have tasted it.

In the morning, when I opened my eyes, my mother began to ramble endlessly. "Have you worn the school badge? Have you eaten breakfast?

Hurry up, you're going to be late......At this point, I would reply to her impatiently, "I see, you're really verbose." Then, he set out on the way to school, and he couldn't help but hate his mother's nagging.

One day, when my mother was on a business trip, I happily thought: I can finally be quiet. But in this silence, I felt an inexplicable loneliness.

It turns out that this is happiness. Enjoying my mother's nagging, receiving the constant messages of love. Happiness, so close.

Receiving love – the taste of happiness.

During the class meeting, the teacher told us about the situation of the tsunami in India. Images of the homelessness of the victims kept coming to mind. I can't help but feel some sympathy for what happened to them.

While I was enjoying the love of my family, classmates, and friends, they lacked the love of others. Immediately after class, I donated my pocket money. Although I can't buy snacks this month, I smile and smile happily at the thought that the money can help those victims and make them no longer helpless.

It turns out that this is happiness. Between gestures, give your own love. Happiness, it's so simple.

Giving love - the taste of happiness.

Ah, it's so high, I can't get it. At the age of ten, I kept working hard in front of the bookshelf, standing on my tiptoes and reaching out my hand. However, that book never belonged to me.

At that time, I didn't have the courage to ask for help. I had to stand by the bookshelf and stare blankly at the book. It's so close to me, but it feels far away.

Tears began to roll in my eyes. Suddenly, a large hand reached out to it, and I silently lowered my head, ready to leave. "Do you want to get the book?

An uncle shoved the book into my hand, smiled at me and walked away. Did that uncle find out about my difficulties? My tears flowed out of my eyes.

One day a few years later, I came to the bookstore again. The difference is that I'm as tall as a bookshelf. A little girl is repeating what I did.

I did it, did what my uncle did, handed her the book, and then turned away with a smile on my lips.

It turns out that this is happiness, to pass on the torch of love that others have given me, so that it will last forever. Happiness, so long.

Convey love - the taste of happiness.

In fact, happiness is all around us. We live in a big family surrounded by love, and we are always tasting the taste of happiness.

Looking back, happiness quietly came to ......

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Although unwilling, but well written.

To the people I love the most.

Hello dear mom and dad:

I'm sorry to break your hearts all these years! Since I was a child, you have great expectations for me, when I was in primary school, my grades have always been very good, I have always been a pacesetter in the class, the deepest impression is that every time during the New Year, the whole family eats Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, my parents will show the award certificate I got to relatives and friends, and the pride and pride on my face are deeply engraved in my mind. I am also determined to study hard and be a good son who fights for you.

But when I was in junior high school, especially after I was in my third year of junior high school, I became addicted to computer games and started to sneak into Internet cafes with my classmates who had poor academic performance, and my grades plummeted. You talked to me a lot, but I was very rebellious at that time, and I didn't listen to a word of your words, and I didn't understand your painstaking efforts at all. In my eyes, the worst thing for me is you.

The teacher talked to the middle and lower reaches of our class, and they persuaded me to take the vocational high school exam. I don't want to take the vocational high school exam, and you don't agree with me to take the vocational high school exam. But the teacher talked to me over and over again, saying that according to my current grades, I would not be able to get into high school, and even if I did, I would still be reading heavenly books.

I was so bored that I hid in an internet café for a week to avoid the teacher. After you found out, the class was not in the first year of high school, and everyone was nervous, and they all knew that they had learned, but it was too late. In the first and second years of high school, I just played, and after the third year of high school, the students with good grades studied hard, but because I fell too much, I couldn't understand anything, and I couldn't study at all.

The teachers at school have also completely given up on us poor students, and if we don't learn or not, we can't keep up, and I have begun to give up on myself. Every day when I go home and look at my parents' anxious eyes, my heart begins to ache faintly. The result can be imagined, I naturally fell into Sun Mountain, took a test that I couldn't get at all, and I went home in shame.

After the college entrance examination, although my parents didn't blame me too much, I obviously felt that my parents talked much quieter in front of relatives and friends, and they dodged when they went out. Seeing that my former classmates got their ideal university letters one after another, I secretly made up my mind that I want to repeat my studies, and I want to go to college too!

My parents are still supporting me as always, and I am very grateful to you for believing in me again. Today I came to Dai's college entrance examination school, seeing that all the students who have the same experience as me are studying hard, and the teachers of Dai's care for us in every detail, not abandoning and giving up on our so-called poor students, what reason do I have not to work hard, not to grasp this hard-won opportunity to repeat? I want to fight hard, in order to see the proud expression on my parents' faces again, so that they can say out loud in front of my friends that our son is great, I will study hard, and no longer waste every day, you can rest assured, my beloved parents, my son bows deeply to you!

What does it taste like to be a warm hole? Some people say that the taste of warmth, like a cup of hot milk tea, carries the taste of love. Others say that the warm taste is like a five-flavor bottle, which contains sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty flavors. Until that day ......

The wind was howling outside, Uncle Wind was banging on the window, and the rain was falling non-stop. The sky is dark, what to do, what to do, I don't have an umbrella with me, it's over! Finished! I was anxious, and the minutes were passing ......

Students are out of school, you don't have to worry that I have sent a message in the group, your parents will definitely come to pick you up. "Great, I'm secretly glad in my heart. I walked out of the school gate happily.

Sheltering from the rain in the parking lot and waiting for mom. Time didn't wait for half a small yard after the other classmates were gone, and I was there alone, and I complained a lot. Wiping away the two tears from the corner, he slowly waited for ......

No way! I want to go home! "I put my clothes on my back, like a superman, and fought monsters.

It was raining heavily, and the ground was covered with water and mud, and I was soaking wet. Oh, I can't see the road and people ahead. strode forward, but suddenly bumped into a tree, and Grandma Li was moving flowers next to the tree.

Saw me lying on the ground. Hurriedly helped me up, handed me the umbrella, and rode home to send me home on my own bike, leaving my own treasures behind.

It's raining, the mud is everywhere, Grandma Li pedaled the bicycle with difficulty, and told me that the rain hit you? She kept asking me about my safety, probably not knowing that she was covered in rain and ...... when she got home

I want to cry! But I laughed, and it was so sweet that it was sweeter than candy. I tasted the warmth.

The warmth is all around you, and as long as you taste it carefully, I taste the warmth. She's so sweet!

Instructor: Cheng Yongxin.

In winter, it's cold, and my hands and feet are cold, so I love to drink ginger tea. Tea made with old ginger, pure spicy, brings warmth, in winter, it is a great treat.

I make ginger tea by scooping a spoonful of pureed semi-liquid from a glass bottle with a jam-like concentrate, and brewing it with hot water. When the hot water is slowly poured into the cup, the concentrate will release wisps of fibers at the bottom of the cup, and the ginger tea will spiral up with the hot water, and the ginger fragrance will also float out of the cup at this time.

The spicy taste of ginger tea brings warmth, swallowed slowly, the spicy taste is sweet at the base of the tongue, a little sweet but not too sweet, the taste is overwhelming, because I love to drink ginger tea.

The light rain was dripping, after school ended, my classmate Zhang Chun just got on the bicycle and fell on the road with the car.

The rain still kept falling, Zhang Chun got up, like a mud monkey, covered in mud, the mud on his face was full of tears, Zhang Chun's legs seemed to hurt a lot, I saw him cover his calves with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Ahh But the pedestrians on the side of the road were so ruthless that they didn't seem to notice the embarrassment by themselves'Zhang Chun.

A high-eyed senior sister with clear eyebrows saw Zhang Chun, and she hurriedly ran over, looking at her, as if she was going to celebrate someone's birthday, holding a big cake and a beautiful gift box in her hand. My sister ran over and said, "Little brother, are you okay?"

Zhang Chun said gratefully: "I'm fine, big sister, go get busy." "I'm just going to celebrate my brother's birthday," she said, pulling out a beautiful dress from the gift box

Put it on, little brother, don't catch a cold. "No, sister, I'm fine, you can go and give your brother a birthday to the bend potato." Zhang Chun said.

My sister didn't say a word, stuffed his clothes into him and left. The smell of warmth after the rain reverberates here.

Zhang Chun looked at this sister, two lines of moving tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, he tasted the warmth after the rain, and the passers-by cast approving glances at the big sister.