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The happiness I crave.

Happiness in the world is everywhere, it's not that you don't have happiness, but you don't find the happiness around you, when the first rays of spring give the grass the power to grow, this is the happiness of the grass; When a bird spreads its wings and soars into the sky, it is the happiness of the bird; When the country slowly develops and becomes rich and strong, this is the happiness of the people, and what happiness do I have?

What is my happiness? "Faced with this question that has come to my mind many times, I can only face it and shake my head.

It is not that there is a lack of beauty in the world, but that there is a lack of eyes to find it. I guess I seem to be missing the eye to find happiness, and this is the only reason I can find, "What is my happiness?" "My eyes that are not good at discovering have finally found some "clues", ah!

It turns out that it is my happiness to endure hardship!

Teachers often say to us, "Hardship is a rare happiness." "I actually have a rare happiness, looking back, ......

Ever since I was a child, my parents have been strict with my life. In the past, when I was in kindergarten, my parents came to pick up the children, but I didn't, I had to go to school by myself, and I was often praised by the teacher for this, and I was used to it over and over again. When I was four years old, my classmates and friends had the warm embrace of my parents, and I slept with my parents every night, but I only had that small bed, which had long become commonplace, in addition, my parents also asked me to buy groceries, go back to the countryside on vacation to help with farm work, etc.

Sometimes, I think how unfair this is, is it because I am a tree that no one cares about, no care, no love, only a little bit of sunlight that is almost obscured by other trees. Now, as I grow older, this kind of thought slowly fades, has gradually disappeared, everything from my parents, just the exercise of me, so that I get the strength that others do not have, and in the face of the society full of "gunsmoke" in the future, I can be self-reliant, although I am a tree that no one loves, but officially, the more motivation I get, it is precisely because I can't get the sunshine, I will have the desire to grow taller to accept the sunshine, it is because there is no love and care, I will have the dream of wanting to stand out from the crowd.

What is my happiness? "I can answer now, everything I have now is my happiness, I used to be withdrawn, I didn't have many friends, now I have a lot of friends in order to get rid of loneliness, the teacher used to always pay no attention to me, now I am trying to make the teacher feel my presence, yes, the happy life now, maybe it will become a bleak life in the future.

Yes, now I have found my own happiness, everyone has their own happiness, if you have not found your own happiness, then please look at your own misfortune, that is the clue of happiness, happiness is like the harvest of the wheat field, please don't be the watchman of the wheat field!

I crave a magic pen.

Ever since I read the story of Maleon, I've been longing for a magic pen so that I can turn everything I write or draw into reality.

I often wondered: what would I do with this magic pen if I had it and I only had one chance? Is it to paint colorful clothes, or to have an enticing aroma of food?

Is it to draw one banknote after another, or one diamond after another of diamond jewelry? I pondered for a long time, and finally one day I ......

That day, I remember very clearly, I was kicking the shuttlecock in the yard, and the raindrops the size of beans suddenly fell from the sky, and the more dense and urgent it became. But my dad took me by the hand and went out at this time, and I asked him if he was going to **, "You'll know when you get there." ”

My dad and I went to a dilapidated hut. Oh my God, Dad, we braved the pouring rain to come to see this house? I muttered to myself.

I looked down and saw that my shoes, which had been shiny white, were now a pile of dirt. At this time, my brother waited for a thin girl to run out, and I looked at her, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were thin, her clothes were patched, and she had no shoes to wear on her feet. "Uncle, it's raining so heavily, let's go inside and sit down!

Dad smiled, "Thank you." ”

It was the first time I had seen a house so dilapidated when we walked into the room: the roof was leaking, the floor was drenched, and there was dirt in it. The interior of the house is extremely basic:

A military bed, a chair, a small round table. My Lala Dad: "Let's go."

On the way home, my father told me what happened to this girl. Her name is Ajie, when Ajie was still very young, her father fell ill and died, her father almost spent all the envy of his savings during his illness, and the valuable things in the family were also lost, and her mother couldn't withstand the blow, she was oversad, she got crazy, and ran away from home a year later, and her whereabouts have not been known since. Ah Jie became an orphan with no one to take care of her, and many enthusiastic neighbors reached out to help Ah Jie after hearing this, and the school even made an exception to let Ah Jie go to school for free.

I asked my father, "Why doesn't she go to the orphanage and live alone in this shabby house?" ”

I heard that there were some of Ajie's best memories in that room, and she was reluctant to leave. I nodded understandingly.

It occurred to me that if I had a magic pen, I would draw a beautiful house next to this room for Ajie to live in, and draw the muddy path as a wide asphalt road, surrounded by all kinds of flowers and plants, birds, and butterflies.

I told my dad what I thought, and he said, "Well, it's going to be more valuable." ”

In fact, most of us have a magic pen in our hands, and this magic pen is our ingenuity. I longed for a magic pen that could become real, but I was even more eager to hold this magic pen full of ingenuity and add to my life.

Eager to get a beauty.

I crave freedom.

In the pressure of studying, in the pressure of work, we all crave freedom, especially those students with better grades, they crave freedom even more. Sometimes I really envy those students who don't study seriously, envy them for playing all day long, relaxing themselves, not going to cram schools, not reading books and ...... all day

In elementary school, we carried a heavy "school bag", and the "school bag" was buried with troubles, stress, ......Watching the teacher assign homework every day is like a competition, to see who assigns more. Not to be outdone, the teachers of each course during the holidays assign homework, but we take the mountains of homework to do endlessly, day and night. Every night in a house, there is always a lamp, and there is always a primary school student under the lamp, she is like this every day and every night, and the desk is full of homework books and exercise books.

It made me understand: if I were a bird, I would only be a bird in a cage; If I were a fish, I would just be a fish imprisoned in a tank; If I were a dandelion, I would just be a dandelion that was unfortunately blown onto the snow-capped mountains all year round.

I really miss the days at my grandmother's house, my grandmother was a kind, humorous old woman, her home is next to the mountains and water, a small two-story building is clean and tidy, every morning listening to the roosters and dogs barking, breathing in the fresh air, helping my grandmother grow vegetables, watering and fertilizing, and then playing freely. I often go to the hill behind the house to see the seeds sprout, the budding flowers, the bamboo shoots that have just broken through the soil and the wild vegetables growing in the ground, but the most enjoyable thing is to catch small fish in the stream, although I am soaking wet, but I am very happy to see the fish jumping around. But now, apart from homework or homework, I rarely play with my friends, and I miss the carefree days before.

In spring, there is only one color that is too monotonous, and the eaglet with folded wings cannot fly high. Teachers, parents, how uncomfortable we feel when we are doing homework.

I thought about such a childhood: in spring, everything recovered, flowers were red and willow green, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant everywhere, and my friends and I were happily walking in nature; In summer, we frolic under the big trees when the trees are shady; The cool breeze brought a crisp autumn, and we went to the orchard to pick melons and fruits, and let the wind blow away all our troubles; In winter, I let the ice condense happiness and not let it pass. At night, we look at the starry sky and make good wishes.

But now, there is endless nagging every day, too annoying, too annoying, too annoying.

I yearn for freedom, but real life restricts me, and I am not discouraged, because in dreams I am free; I yearn for freedom, and although I was tormented in the mortal world for a while, I did not give up, because my mind was free; I yearn for freedom, and even when I am immersed in my homework, I insist on it, because I am free in my homework.

I yearn for freedom, and only freedom is the true meaning of life......