I am looking for an essay on My Most Dear Thing .

Everyone has said the phrase "I want" and may have said it tens of thousands of times, but it is not a free call, but the object shallowly leaves traces on your heart, and gently is carried away by the sudden breeze and no longer exists. What you really want is engraved at the bottom, don't imagine it, don't find it, you can't find her.

What I want is just a "solitude" like Zhang Dai, enjoying poetry alone, enjoying beautiful scenery alone, and enjoying this unbearable but beautiful world alone. No one bothered, no one commanded, no one left or right, just like that, quietly, alone, in a corner.

I like to be alone in a daze, quietly, communicating and blending with this familiar but unfamiliar world. Listen to the flowers bloom and fall together, watch the tide rise and fall together, and run on the country road together.

People, wake up. Dreams, shattered. Fantasy, no more.

No matter where you are, what you don't lack around you anymore is people, buildings, the voices that cover up this emptiness, and what you can never find back, the heart, the initial throbbing, and the peace of that moment.

What I want is to enjoy this peace alone in a quiet place, not to be in communion with the world, not to be confused by the world, not to be stained by the world, and only to stay quietly in this one-third of an acre of land that belongs to me.

There are some things that are always around you and have a close relationship with you, but you never think that it is the missing piece of your mental puzzle. It was always in that empty space. Because of cowardice, you never dare to put it in your picture, but when the time comes, it accidentally intrudes into your sight, embedded in that empty space and quietly disappears.

That's when you know:

It's what I want! A comfortable life, a pure place that is not disturbed, and a 'paradise' that is not known to the world."

In this world, we have too many last resorts; In this city, we have too much panic; In this village, we have too much cumbersome. All I want is a pure, natural life.

That's what I want.

The distant birds, the eternal concern is the old forest; The drifting ship is always thinking about the harbor; Travelers who are on the go, the place that is inextricably linked in their hearts and always misses is still home. Home is a warm word, and when people hear it, they will have a warm feeling in their hearts, but what is home? Home is where the family lives.

The happiness of the family depends on each member of the family to create and work together. My home is made up of a busy dad, a pleasant mom and a bubbly me. Lo and behold, my chubby dad is coming back.

There was always a hint of a smile on his round and kind face, as if he would never lose his temper; There are a pair of big eyes under the thick eyebrows, which are bright; There is also a pair of eyes on the high bridge of the nose, anyway, how to look at it makes people feel kind. When he got home, it was too early and he was still drunk, but he never forgot to come to visit me every time, and let me feel the strong fatherly love. When I got home at noon, I could see my mother busy in the kitchen.

Look, her willow-like eyebrows are firmly engraved on her oval face, and her eyes are clear and bright, making people feel that everything in the world is beautiful, without a little dirt. Mom not only has to do the housework, but also takes care of me. Every time I fail, he gives me encouragement and confidence, and gives me the courage to face the ups and downs in the future.

I grew up under the care of my parents; Mom and Dad are a lot older because of me. Their meticulous care for me makes me feel extremely happy, and I will definitely live up to their expectations of me and will definitely study hard to repay them. This is my home.

If a person drinks water, he knows whether he is warm or cold. Home plays a role in the heart like a piece of clothing when the wind blows, just right, but only you know how warm it is. The home is colorful.

There is green, because the home has the vitality of youth; There is red, because the home has the heat of summer; There is gold, because the home has the autumn harvest and white, because the home has the tranquility of winter; There is pink, because home is always full of love and expectation, and the home I have experienced is like this, a story woven by love, so that people can read for a lifetime, reminisce for a lifetime, and be moved for a lifetime. ...

Giving everything you have is the happiest.

There is a popular saying in society: with money there is happiness.

What do you think of after reading the above materials? Please write an essay on the topic of "happiness", with no restrictions on the style, choose your own ideas, and write your own topic, no less than 800 words.

Happiness, people are hard to pursue, but they have no time to meditate, as everyone knows, happiness should belong to everyone, happiness is ordinary, it is all around us. Live with a heart that knows how to be happy, and happiness will always be with you.

We can write in prose, happiness is the mother's advice when you go out, the kiss of your mother when you are sick, the greetings of relatives who are thousands of miles away from home, the tears on the podium, the soft light at home when you return late, the meal prepared by your father when you are hungry, and the ......When I was a child, the sweetness of the lollipop, the beauty of the rainbow, the fragrance of the flowers, the mother.