Essay 5 on the topic of This is Happiness .

Happiness is to have a heart that tastes happiness.

In the spring when everything is recovering, smelling the rich fragrance, watching the grass lazily twist their limbs and waists, everything is so fresh, this is happiness. Because of the advent of spring, the grass is happy. And I share this happiness with the grass because I have a pair of eyes.

In the summer when the heat is in full swing. Jumping into the pool, swimming in the water world, is happiness. Because I have a sound body and can play in the water.

In the lonely and desolate autumn, the dead leaves fall in the autumn wind, and the "beauty" of "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers" with a whirling dance, giving birth to new hope for the spring of the coming year. This is happiness, and it is the happiness of the leaves that the dead leaves spare no effort to dedicate their last strength to turn into nutrients and protect the trees through the winter.

In the snowy winter, even if your hands are red from the cold, the feeling of chasing with your companions with snowballs is happiness. Because I have a heart that feels happiness and feels everything that is happy in this world.

In the past 14 years, we have gone through many springs, summers, autumns and winters. Every year is so different. Because I have a heart that tastes happiness and sucks everything that is happy.

The petrel's happiness is due to the fact that it fights the sea heartily, saying, "Let the storm come harder!" The roar of rage.

The happiness of poplar trees is due to the fact that they stand proudly on the vast Gobi Desert, guarding the borders of the motherland.

The happiness of the sun is due to the fact that it can warm the world with its power.

In fact, small things, as long as we have a heart that tastes happiness, are the greatest happiness.

In fact, everyone longs for happiness. In fact, happiness is hidden in the heart. It surrounds us all the time. Having a heart that tastes happiness is happiness.

Composition is a problem I've been struggling with, friend, I can't help you, think about it yourself.

That's happiness.

Carrying a heavy school bag, I waited at the station for the bus that came for a long time.

There weren't many people, so I found a place by the window and sat down, looking out the window ...... the carAt this time, a sentence on the mobile TV came to my ears: Happiness is in**? So, my attention began to turn to the TV ......

Walking into the school gate, I turned around and went up to the second floor, and the long corridor seemed to never end. Boring to count the stone slabs on the ground. Suddenly the question came to mind - happiness in **? I didn't have an answer in my heart, so I kept walking.

When I entered the classroom, I was greeted with warmth, a kind of happiness, as if there was still a bit of happiness, so is this happiness?

Lesson 1 - Language.

If literature is a magic wand, then our language teacher is a magician. In class, he or she waves his magic wand and leads us to the ocean of knowledge, the river of wisdom, the seductive harbor, the mysterious island, the unknown ......

Everyone listened so attentively, and their faces were full of happiness.

Lesson 2 – Mathematics.

In math class, the atmosphere is always so lively, and the teacher will take us to explore one esoteric topic after another. It will also explain typical and wonderful example problems for you. When you ask a question, the teacher will give you a bright smile and make you calm.

It is a hard work, a harvest, and a kind of happiness.

Lesson 3 – Fine Arts.

With a pen, a piece of paper, you can draw anything you want. In the quiet classroom, a butterfly flutters among the flowers, so beautiful and expressive; There was a herd of wild horses galloping across the grassland, so horseed, so galloping.

The dots are wonderful, the brushstrokes are moving, we are depicting patterns, but what comes out is the color of happiness.

I still carry my school bag, but my heart is much more comfortable, because I have found my happiness: my happiness comes from every class in Jiangnan.

The car came, and I stepped on it happily.

The bus of life will drive here to the next stop, and I will take these Jiangnan days to the next stop - the unknown other side.

That's happiness.

Happiness is in every corner of the world, waiting for you to dig in.

What is happiness?

Happiness is contentment. The gap between the rich and the poor in this world is so large, some people spend a lot of money, and some people live below the poverty line, this reality may not be changed for the time being, but having a contented heart is something that most people can do. Try, use your feet, hands, affection, friendship to exchange for thousands of riches, will you agree?

I think some people will definitely agree, and some people will definitely not, because they have a contented heart, and they think: why should they covet things outside of their bodies when they already have healthy and precious family and friendship?

Happiness is knowing how to cherish. Maybe you are sitting in a classroom with a bright window and reading, or you are standing in the scorching sun and working in the earth, please don't complain, everyone has their own fate, whether lucky or miserable. However, the years are not forgiving, whether you have been calling for wind and rain or obscurity, you will eventually turn into a touch of loess and sleep in the ground.

All we can do in front of us is to cherish the present, work hard, let history remember us, and hope that there will be our share of sweat on the land of the motherland in the future, no matter how much or how little.

When we had just healed the disaster caused by the snow disaster to us, the sudden big ** in Wenchuan once again invaded our fragile nerves. It used to be such a beautiful place, but it disappeared in that short moment; The house that once stood intact collapsed in that short moment; There used to be a happy and beautiful life, but in that short moment, it swallowed ......

It can be said that May 12, 2008 was a black day, however, we were never knocked down by it, and with grief, holding back tears, we stood up from that moment.

Our officers and men of the People's Liberation Army, the People's Armed Police, and the fire and rescue teams have touched each of us countless times, and they have put aside their fatigue and devoted themselves to their work desperately for the sake of the people in the disaster area. Perhaps it is at this time that we truly and completely understand these eight words - "when one side is in trouble, all sides support". At that moment, the sons and daughters of Huaxia stretched out a pair of hands, donated money and materials, donated blood for free, and sent blessings and love to their friends who were far away.

In the land shrouded in the shadow of disaster, every minute and every second reverberates with groups of symphonic poems of love!

The earth can shake, but the sky will not fall! It is the bricks and tiles that fall, but what stands up is courage and faith! Our love gathers and we are not afraid of anything!

With our love and action, we will write a day of unity! The sun will shine, the moon will smile, and the children's eyes will be polished by the hope of the water! We hold hands, with an unyielding spirit, with a great spirit, to meet a better tomorrow together.

Bless the disaster area! Bless China! Isn't that what happiness is all about?

Finally, I learned what happiness is: helping others, that's happiness!

That's happiness.

What is happiness? Happiness is sometimes a kind of possession, sometimes a kind of expectation, sometimes it is a kind of emotion.

Every child has his own happy family and his own rainbow-like and colorful childhood. And I, and I'm not nothing, I also have, but I often study abroad, and homesickness makes me feel an indescribable loss.

My family consists of loving parents, naughty younger brother and lovely me, a happy family of four. However, sometimes I sometimes feel that it is not happy and not happy.

Other children can see their parents every day, but I can't. Because for six of them, I didn't spend time with my parents. In my eyes, being with my parents is happiness, and being able to return to my own warm home is happiness.

You may ask, "Is it so hard that you can't see your parents every day?" "By the way, you're right, Injustice hasn't been with his parents for six years, including now.

Every day after school, I walked into the room by myself, looking at the cold white light, the cold gray and empty room of the year. I shuddered, feeling extremely lonely and lonely, my nose ached, and tears slid down my cheeks. I miss my village, I miss my home, I miss my parents.

But every time I could go home on Saturday, I shouted, I cheered, like a little bird out of the cage, flying and flapping its wings happily. When I walk through the door, I feel as if a warm current is coming over me. That's when I shouted:

Dad, Mom, I'm back. "At this point, Mom would use her rough but warm fingers to the tip of my little nose. "Knowing that you're back, every time someone doesn't arrive, the sound arrives first.

I giggled and bent over, and that was happiness.

On Saturday and Sunday, I can say that I am the happiest person in the world. No matter if there is something or not, I always love to lean on my mother. In the evening, I naughtily ran behind my father's back and said:

Dad, I'll give you a thump on the back! Dad deliberately teased me and said, "Yo!

Is the sun coming out of the west today? I would deliberately get angry and say, "Dad, look at what you said, it's so difficult that you have worked hard to raise me for so many years, and it is only natural for me to beat you on the back?"

Dad would tap my head with his second thumb and smile, "You! ”

Sometimes, I would run up the hillside alone and shout to the flowers and birds, "I have a happy family, I am the happiest child in the world." ”

If you ask me now, what is happiness? I will not hesitate to tell you that happiness is a spring breeze, which can be sprinkled with vitality; Happiness is nectar that can nourish the heart of a long drought; Happiness is a drizzle that washes away the dirt of the soul; Happiness is a harbor where tired ships can be moored. Happiness is home, it warms thousands of people who are wandering outside!

As I said to my friends: I have made too many wrong choices in my life, but the only right one is to choose a father who no longer cries for me.

I've been feeling sick again these days, and my dad came out to see me last night. While I was writing in my online diary, he came. I was so scared that I hurried off the line.

It's not that I'm hiding anything from him, it's just that I don't want him to see what I'm remembering, it's not good for me and him, everyone has to keep their own secrets. Everyone has to have their own privacy. My dad always let me have a separate space.

But I don't want him to have any suspicion about me.

I know: I can't live without him day by day, and he is more and more obsessed with me day by day.

My father often said happily: It feels good to have a son. I don't know if any of the men here think so.

But I know that family life may be what he loves. Maybe he is a qualified son. Or maybe this is just a manifestation of my father's love for himself.

I knew my dad would be the one who would be with me for the rest of my life. So I learned to love him well, cherish him well, not let him be sad, no longer make him sad, ...No more pressure on him. No more troubles for him. I can't let him cry anymore.

In the past, I never had a father's sky in my diary, but when I opened the diary, I thought of my father.

Happiness. Now I can say to the sky that I'm a happy person.

Ahh Sitting at the desk, looking at the high stack of homework, I didn't dare to slack off, and the tip of the pen continued to fly. But the pen only danced for a while, and then began to become astringent, and it was no longer so smooth, and it seemed that it also wanted to rest; Although my eyelids are fighting, I have to fight my spirit, because today's things can only be finished today!

"At some point, my cute little flower cup appeared on the desk. Hey, isn't that fragrant coffee? "Son, I'm sorry!

The sugar in the house is gone, and Dad can only let you drink this cup of bitter coffee to refresh yourself. Suddenly, my eyes were covered with tears, I tasted it carefully, slowly savored, although its taste was bitter, but it condensed the sweet love of my father. It turns out that happiness is a warm cup of coffee.

That's nice. Life.