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Happiness"? Once upon a time, I didn't understand what happiness was. When you see someone eating delicious food, you say that he is happy; When you see someone else wearing something beautiful, you say that he is so happy; When you see someone else having fun, you say that he is also happy.

But what is happiness?

I was looking for happiness, walking the streets and asking who was happy. I heard my brother say that happiness is endless money; I heard my sister say that happiness is to have many people who worship you, go crazy for you, and be crazy about you.

I can listen to my mother say that happiness is a happy family together. I nodded in understanding.

When I grew up, the word 'happiness' had been forgotten by me. Until one day, I watched an episode of "Big Ears Tutu" called "What is Happiness". The word "happiness" came back to the back of my mind.

What does happiness really mean?

This time, I decided to find happiness on my own.

However, after searching all over the village, I couldn't find happiness. I still don't know what happiness is. Mom told me and said:

Child, happiness is not something you can find. Happiness is something you have to experience with your heart. 'Happiness' is a very simple question.

It's easy to know what happiness is, but it's also hard. If you want to know the taste of happiness, you must pay attention! ”

These few short sentences are meaningful, but I still don't understand, I only know that happiness must be experienced with the heart. These words and my feelings lingered in my mind for a long time......

What does happiness really mean?

Mom, what does happiness taste like? "One day, I asked. Mom didn't say anything, just smiled. Perhaps, this smile is the hint my mother gave me, she wants me to experience happiness by myself.

It was my birthday, and I thought it would be a happy day. Can be ......

When I woke up today, no one was at home, and no one blessed me. Breakfast is very casual, porridge with sugar; Lunch is not bad, instant noodles with pickles; Dinner was very uncomfortable, porridge with pickles and a bad mood.

Have you all forgotten that it's my birthday? After dinner, I went upstairs to read a book. I tried not to let the tears flow, but these uncompetitive eyes did not block the tears, and the tears dripped like raindrops on the books and tables.

At some point, there was a commotion downstairs, and I went downstairs with a heavy heart to see my parents, relatives and friends shouting "Happy Birthday"!

I was first surprised, then delighted. The heavy heart was immediately thrown out of the clouds. But this uncompetitive eye opened the floodgates again, and I don't know from which ocean the tears floated from, 'icing on the cake' on my face.

However, this time I cried, not because I was sad, but because I was happy. This birthday is happier than ever, because of happiness.

What does happiness really mean?

Today, I have the answer. Happiness is that someone cares about you, loves you, and understands you; It makes you feel warm, and makes you forget your sorrows.

This is what happiness tastes like!

Upstairs is written happiness. 、、It's not Christmas I remind you lz

1l's,Speechless。。。

This year's Christmas is extraordinary.

This year's winter was also exceptionally cold.

The first snow of early winter washed away the dirt and filth of the world before Christmas.

The first time I vaguely knew about Christmas was in a text in elementary school, the story "The Little Match Girl" written by the Danish writer Hans Christian Andersen for a painting of a friend.

As I wrote, I seemed to see the faint but bright halo again, and the little girl who was hiding from the cold wind under the eaves came to my eyes.

How many little girls in this world are selling matches?

On this Christmas day when it has just snowed and is slightly transparent, I ask this question.

。I'm sorry, I don't know why I wrote about this, I don't know if it's okay.

Absolutely original Willow.

It's okay to write some of your own feelings, with you all the way.

Our parents were our first teachers, teaching us to speak, walk, eat, and learn how to behave. It's all a matter for parents. Parents are our first teachers.

For as long as I can remember, if we have any grievances, sadness, or sadness, we will tell our parents and wait for their comfort.

When we encounter failure, our parents encourage us and comfort us: "Don't be discouraged, this is the first time, let's do it well next time!" Words like that came to our ears and gave us enough confidence to face it, to try it, again and again, over and over again, and we finally succeeded.

It is precisely because we have the company of our parents on this long road of life that we can thrive, father, mother, it is because of you all the way that I will overcome all kinds of difficulties and succeed.

When we were children, after being bullied, who didn't let us be bullied again?

When we came home tired from school, who made us a bowl of hot, fragrant rice?

Dad, Mom, thank you, it is because of your hard care, care, and love along the way that we have achieved today's results. It is precisely because of you along the way that I will not be afraid of failure, not afraid of difficulties, and overcome all kinds of difficulties again and again.

With your care along the way, I am no longer the child I used to be, I have become stronger, and I have the courage to overcome difficulties.

Thank you, dear Dad, Mom!