The happiest thing about writing ... Hurry 20

Whenever I open my beloved photo album and flip through the photos, there are countless white waves of joy in the small river of my memory, one of which is a photo of me and a little monkey.

When I was eight years old, during the summer vacation, my mother and I went to visit my father in Guangzhou, and soon after arriving in Guangzhou, the family went to the "Conghua" tourist area. Here, the southern scenery is unobstructed, and it is enchanting. As far as the eye can see, there is rich green everywhere, a piece of emerald green bamboo forest flashes with verdant glow, and a waterfall falls from the cliff covered with green moss to the green deep tan, in this shade of green, the sky is inlaid with a pearl in it, and the tourist area embraces every visitor with its unique green.

I was as excited as a fawn, running and jumping on the green and soft grass, I stopped, stared blankly ahead, and away from the place I didn't want, there was a little monkey squatting, he was eating the food handed to it by the tourists without restraint, and I shouted in amazement: The monkey has run out"Dad smiled and told me that the monkeys in the tourist area are free-range, in order to add fun to tourists," so so, so fun, this little monkey is so cute, round eyes, bright and clean fur, like a child eating action, looking around, I can't help but want to touch its little round face, Lala's little fluffy little hands, make up my mind, I ran towards it, only a few steps away, it suddenly threw away the things in its hand, stared at me intently, grinned at meI stopped and couldn't guess what it was saying to me, and I glared at it for a moment, oh, I see, it must be smiling at me.

I was happy, I took a few steps to it, stretched out my hand, it suddenly jumped up, screamed sharply, and pounced on me with its teeth and claws, I didn't care to get up, and while screaming, I ran away with a roll, and my father hurriedly ran over and helped me up. I was shocked, and when I looked back, the little monkey did not chase me, but crouched in place and winked at me, not laughing at me, but warning me.

This little guy is really not easy to mess with, I can't underestimate it, but I am reluctant to leave it, I go around it, Dad peeled two bananas for me, I held the banana, trying to get closer to it little by little, it unceremoniously took it, this monkey had the opportunity to eat bananas, I quickly stood beside it, "click", Dad took this precious shot for me.

Now, whenever I look at the little monkey on the **, I think of this interesting past, and think of the trip to Guangzhou that broadens my horizons and increases my knowledge.

I take pleasure from observation.

I once heard the saying that in our lives, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of eyes to find it. At that time, this sentence left a deep impression on my heart, and after such a long time, its meaning became more and more profound:

Life is colorful, and a pair of observant eyes will make us happier. When I was younger, I was very observant. The weather season, flowers, birds, plants and trees are the objects of my observation.

In early spring, when it was still cold, I often saw swallows flying close to the ground. At my grandmother's house, I found a nest built by swallows, and at some point, I suddenly found that there were swallows in it, and it was a family, and the parents of the young swallows often flew around, foraging for food for the young swallows to eat. Seeing this scene, my heart is always warm.

In this way, observing the lives of creatures in the natural world is always able to obtain happiness that others do not have. Observation has become one of the great joys of my life.

Gradually, as I grew up, I still liked to observe, and the scope of observation gradually expanded, and the content became deeper and more associative. When I was depressed, I didn't see things well, but I soon realized that they weren't against me. So I learned to look at the things around me with an appreciative attitude, and found that they were all so beautiful, and my mood naturally became happy.

Now that I have a heavy study load and a lot of mental pressure, I rarely have the leisure to observe the things around me. For a while, I was so troubled by something that I suddenly realized that my heart had become very cold, because I had lost my observant eye. So, I decided to revisit my observations.

I walked out of the house and found that everything was still the same, but it all had an indescribable charm. At this time, I saw a scene that I will never forget: a physically handicapped person was practicing walking with the support of his family, with a distorted expression on his face.

But that was the most beautiful face I've ever seen: the spirit of fighting against difficulties and myself. It dawned on me:

The most enemy in the world is ourselves, there are many misfortunes in our lives, only by defeating ourselves can we overcome all obstacles. Am I not much luckier than him? Thinking of this, my mood suddenly brightened, and I naturally became happy.

How beautiful life is, it is not only the scenery that can be seen with the eyes, but also the precious spirit and quality of people that can be felt with an observant heart. I love to observe, stop in the busy, observe with my eyes, experience with my heart, the beauty of the world has brought me infinite happiness!

These are all joyful things. One of the things that made me happiest was growing melons for the first time.

One day, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, I heard my younger brother shouting: "The melons we planted have grown melons, don't believe it, take a look for yourself."

I put down my pen and ran over as fast as I could. One look, oh, what a big melon! My brother and I looked at the basketball-like melon, jumping happily.

From this, I think of a Sunday afternoon in spring, when the sun is shining, and the flowers and grass are scrambling to suck the sun in the sun. The delicate little flowers that bloom from the flowers are all competing in the sun. I was talking to a few friends about what to plant in the open space in front of my house.

We discussed and discussed, and finally decided to plant melons in that open field.

When we got up the next morning, we happily gathered in this weedy clearing and started to move. First of all, we pull the weeds, the grass is really hard to pull! Its heel is deeply rooted in the dry and hard soil, and it takes a lot of strength to pull it up.

We persevered, and those pesky grasses were finally eliminated by us. Then dig the pit, the pit is so difficult to dig. It's all bricks and tiles.

We had to dig by hand, and if we were not careful, the tiles could cut our hands. We only dug the pit with the strength of the ox and the tiger. This is followed by watering.

The last is to put seeds, seeds are easy to put away, but we don't know how many seeds. We went to ask the people who had planted melons, and after asking them clearly, we put down the seeds and buried them.

Then there was watering, and when we watered, the water always flowed out, and it took us a long time to get it right.

We were sweating profusely, and although we were tired from this work, we thought of the fruits of the harvest, and we only felt that our hearts were as sweet as honey, as happy, and as happy.

With the migration of time, the melons we planted sprouted, climbed, flowered, and bore fruit. On the days when the melon sprouts, blooms, and bears fruit, I come to fertilize, water, and hoe the grass when I have time. Every time I come to see it, I have a good wish - to see the fruits of the harvest as soon as possible, to see the fruits created with my own labor.

Slowly, slowly, the seedlings grew up, the melons bore fruit, and my long-awaited wish came true. Today, my brother and I are carrying the fruits of our harvest, and we are very happy and happy.

That's the happiest thing I ever felt about – growing melons for the first time. Now I want to get the fruits of a good harvest, I have to work hard. It's the same with learning, isn't it?

Remember a happy thing.

Who knows what your happy thing is ...