Essay on happiness that passes through the years

I stand at the shore of the flow of time, looking back at the passing bit by bit, holding every encounter, every greeting, and every touching in my hands, and slowly moving towards the longest and lasting happiness in my heart.

The streamer is frightened, who holds his fingers like flowers.

I remember when I was a child, I always lived at my grandmother's house. In my childhood memories, my grandmother could be called the best person in the world. She would take me through the streets and alleys, to the park, and she would cook me simple but delicious meals; When I was sleepy, she would gently hum for me, "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green...... for me"When I was young, I couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, so I looked at the clear and dazzling starlight through the window, and fell asleep sweetly in the song.

At that time, my grandmother sent me to dance classes every week. Sometimes I have to perform on stage and train all day, and I am really tired. When I rested, I fell asleep against the large mirror.

When I woke up again, the teacher had already started a new lesson, and I hurried to catch up. I caught a glimpse of my grandmother standing at the door of the dance studio, looking at me with infinite pity. Her faint smile was like my whole world.

If you go back in time, you will find the little girl standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight poured gently through the window, wrapping her slender fingertips in circles, like a dancing butterfly, as if it was a blooming "butterfly love flower".

When I was young, I didn't know that that was happiness.

In an instant, who has white hair on sideburns.

Today, I have never had time to return to the sun-drenched dance studio, where the old site has been relocated several times, but there is no news. I finally realized the coldness of time. Nowadays, I wish I could count the stars side by side with my grandmother until dawn like I did when I was a child, but my busy school schedule has made this a luxury.

Maybe I will eventually learn to walk the road we have walked together, watch the starry sky we have seen together, and feel the lonely academic journey alone.

Your sideburns have climbed up to the top, and I'm growing.

Maybe these thousands of turns are just passing through the clouds, just to say goodbye to the happiness that has passed.

hummed Li Shutong's "Farewell" again, and gently murmured to the happiness of the past: "Goodbye, I hope to see you again." ”

No matter how the years pass, I will stand beside you and remember with you, the happiness, warmth and shock you gave me. Hold your hand, every step is firm and powerful, and I will smile and remember every happiness you give me. 1,