Winter vacation homework for Class 33___Chinese_Composition_1, 1: That was an ___ attempt_2: List

Happiness is a molecule that lingers in our lives every day. Like the law of conservation of energy, it will not disappear for no reason.

Even if it doesn't come one day, it's because it "walks slowly"

"Is laughter equal to happiness?"

No, not necessarily. For me in the past, laughter did not necessarily mean happiness, it might be a kind of politeness.

One day, I wrote an essay - "Listen to the Sound of the Sea" and gave it to the teacher for correction. During evening revision, the teacher called me out to analyze my essay. She said, "...this This article is like boiled water, it has no taste, cannot describe the emotions in detail, and the layout is not appropriate..." Then he gave me some tips.

After returning to my seat, I began to think hard: ‘I can’t write emotions.’ How can I write emotions? How to arrange it in detail? How can we write "delicious sugar water"? ...

After thinking about it for a long time, there were too many problems. They covered the village like a flood breaking through the quilt at the city gate, and my thoughts were struggling in the water.

I have no choice but to ask my friend Mozi, maybe she will know. But it's a pity that she didn't know either, but she said something: "You don't know how to be happy, so you can't write it."

This sentence is very similar to what the teacher said, I thought: I haven’t smiled for too long, or have I smiled too much? Or have I forgotten how to laugh? No way? Probably not.

So I repeatedly practiced laughing from the bottom of my heart, but it was in vain because I really couldn’t laugh. I read a few "Joke Comics" and they were not funny. I tried playing games with my classmates, but I don't seem to like games. have no choice! I shouted in my heart: "What kind of laughter comes from the heart? Why is it so difficult to laugh!"

One day later, Mozi came to me to play. Let's go to the bamboo forest to play. She was also afraid of snakes; she went to school to play parallel bars, but she was afraid of hurting herself. It was not good to play like that, and it was not good to play like this, so she had no choice but to play nothing and just chat. She told me that she came to a conclusion, that is: I think too much There are too many, there are too many concerns, so...

Is there any? Why didn't I feel it? I didn't believe it, so I put aside the question of "playing" and tried to play. After a while, I found a familiar but somewhat unfamiliar feeling surging in my heart. I secretly felt that it was happiness, it was happiness!

Later, Mozi stopped playing with me, looked at me with a smile and said, "Look, isn't this a smile from the heart? Are you still practicing, do you think this is a test paper or homework?" Is it just happiness? It felt so good, I wanted to cheer, jump for joy, and for the first time I felt like it felt "real".

So I went home and wrote down that joyful emotion - happiness. Maybe, without that composition and Mozi not "educating" me, I might have forgotten what laughter from the heart is. . I will definitely keep this smile well and freeze it in my memory, because that smile was pure.

That time I really laughed.

I just realized: The reason why happy people don’t come is because they are lazy and neglectful.