Subtitle composition about happiness

I often think: What is happiness? What is happiness? Happiness is the moment when a drop of drizzle falls crisply on the green trees and red flowers. It is the tears of parents full of excitement and happiness when the birds return to their nests. It is the moment when you truly feel the beauty of happiness. It is also the joy of happiness conveyed by happiness. .

What should you give your mother this Mother’s Day? I was thinking: flowers? No, my mother will get tired of sending flowers every year. Pendant, no, mom doesn’t like it. Alas, what on earth are you giving? I thought. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind, send a text message! Although I can't express anything, it is always my heart. So, I sneaked into the living room, picked up my dad’s cell phone, and started texting. "What are you talking about?" I, the monk Zhang Er, was confused. I struggled hard enough to come up with these words: Mom, Happy Mother's Day! This time I didn’t send you anything, but I gave you a letter that can warm your heart. I hope you can have a happy and fulfilling day on this day. I also felt like something was missing. So, I added a sentence at the end: Warm reminder: The more happiness is shared with others, the more its value increases. I pressed OK and the text message was sent. So, I came to the study room and observed my mother's movements. I saw her slowly taking out her mobile phone, looking at the text message I sent, and smiling. He was still saying something silently. So my mother also started sending text messages. I think it should be a reply. I hurried to the living room, looked at my phone, and replied "Thank you"! I observed my mother again. Suddenly, her expression calmed down. She seemed to have noticed the last sentence and was thinking about it. She seemed to understand the meaning of what I wrote, but she didn't do anything. I think my mother will definitely do this, definitely. But my mother didn't. She didn't seem to think that her mother, grandma, also needed such a glass of water, a glass of hot water, a glass of water that could warm people, and a glass of water that could warm other people's hearts. Just when I was disappointed, my mother took action! She passed this happiness to her grandmother without any change. I came to the living room and imagined the story that happened next: Grandma smiled, with a drop of moved tears in the corner of her eyes, but grandma passed the letter to the grandma, and the grandma also laughed and shed tears. She wrote the letter in Paper, sandwiched in a paper airplane, let it sail along the direction of the wind.