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Happy third grade composition
Happiness is not "abandonment", as long as you are good at discovering, happiness is just around the corner.
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Entering junior high school, especially junior high school, study life becomes tense. I can only stay with books for most of the day, and the classroom is always horribly quiet. All I have is homework and exams, and there is no happiness in life. I often think: I am in junior high school, and I probably have no chance of happiness. ...
I remember when I was a child, the grass in the back hill was a paradise for my father and me. I often see a tall and short father and daughter playing there, and then watch the sunset quietly ... The afterglow of the sunset shines on a tall and short tree, under which sits a pair of tall and short father and daughter. How harmonious this scene is!
Since junior high school, my father and I have less common language, and we don't talk about everything as before. Only at the dinner table, I will occasionally talk a few words, and the content is only irrelevant topics such as how I have been studying recently and how I am at home. Maybe it's because my father is busy at work, maybe it's because I'm nervous about my study. When I get along with my father and daughter, I seem to have become alienated a lot. Every weekend, I only go out to play with my classmates, so my father and I have less grass.
A weekend holiday, I finished my homework and went home. After dinner, I slouched at my desk. My father came up to me and said, "Now I'm free. Let's watch the sunset together! " "I suddenly realized: Yes, I haven't seen the sunset for a long time!
I followed my father to the grass. The scenery here remains the same, but the tall and short tree is not what it used to be. The dwarf tree has grown as tall as the tall tree, but the tall tree is not as lush as before. My father and I stopped arguing. We sat quietly on the grass, and no one spoke. I feel sad when I recall the happy days when my father lifted his daughter to his shoulder and laughed on the grass.
In the afterglow of the sunset, my father's face looked very kind, and a few strands of white hair on my father's head caught my eye. Only then did I know that my father was old, and when I was growing up a little, the old man took my father's black hair away. Only then did I realize that the tall and short father and daughter were just like the tall and short tree. Now the short ones have grown taller, and the tall ones are no longer flourishing. I see: it's not that dad doesn't love me, but that he loves me in a different way. Father's hard work is to love me better.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves behind them rustled. It turns out that happiness is not "desertion". With dad's love, I am happy.
Walking in the street today, the streets and alleys are full of rich flavor of the year.
The street lamps on both sides of the street are hung with flags and red lanterns fluttering in the wind. The street is full of vendors who combine lanterns. There are three lanterns in a string and five lanterns in a string. The biggest lantern is as big as a washbasin, and the smallest is as small as an egg. There are all kinds of red pendants, fish pendants, lotus pendants ... countless and beautiful.
Clothing stores are also overcrowded. Some customers have taken a fancy to the same dress almost at the same time and are vying for it. Some clothing stores have been swept away and cleared.
People who work in other places are back, the home is very lively, and the room is full of laughter. When eating, the family sat around and chatted while eating, and from time to time there were bursts of hearty laughter. Everyone's face is filled with a happy smile. After dinner, adults play cards, eat melon seeds and chat together ... Children play together in groups of three or five.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala began, and the family sat on the sofa watching TV. Beijing Opera is an indispensable program in the Spring Festival Evening. Some old people who love Beijing Opera can't help singing along with it, and their expressions are very intoxicated.
Outside the window, all kinds of fireworks are flying in the air. Some are like blooming flowers, some are like meteor showers, colorful and beautiful. The fireworks set off by the children whirled on the ground like many elves. They are so cute!
It's time for excited children to give out lucky money again. The elders quietly put red envelopes under the children's pillows, and some children carefully check under the pillows as soon as they go to bed. Then I happily counted the lucky money in my hand, and with the blessing of my elders, I grew up by one year in a sweet dream.
Happy new year, really happy!
Every new year, the air is filled with happiness. At home, the family sits around and laughs and warms up; In the supermarket, among exquisite goods; In the shopping mall, call friends to buy new year's goods. Watching the air slowly ferment and boil in these smells. In this atmosphere, the people of the whole country ushered in a feast called "Year".
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, everyone got together to wrap jiaozi. Adults were responsible for rolling skin and stuffing, while children were responsible for wrapping jiaozi. They looked at each other with serious expressions. Look, this is not in jiaozi! Obviously, it is to sprinkle flour on other people's faces. At first, children were fighting with each other, and then they were transferred to adults, and they all had a good time. Because of us troublemakers, adults just packed a plate of jiaozi, and I haven't eaten it yet! Who wants me to be so modest all the time? But I am still a little angry when I think about it!
After the fight, the adults began to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner, and I helped to cook a dish. Wow, here we go. They are all my favorites! There are braised fish, shredded pork with fish flavor, family photos, braised pork with dried plums, steamed bacon ... and a heavyweight guest-mutton hot pot! Just why do children have to take food to the living room? Who told us that our family is so prosperous? Alas, I wish I were an adult at the moment! So you don't have to say goodbye to my hot pot. "Hey, save some for me, I haven't eaten yet!" Don't think about it, you will know that this is my voice after meditation!
As a person who is addicted to money, it doesn't matter what he eats at the New Year's Eve. Of course, the important thing is to grab the red envelope! However, my family is a little special, and it's all about guessing to get a red envelope. The rule is this: each family prepares seven red envelopes of different sizes for their children, and takes as many as they can. Fortunately, I can play six or seven rounds, otherwise, with my luck, I would have been heartbroken. My brother is still not very clear about the concept of red envelopes, so he gave me all the red envelopes foolishly. This is cheap for me, and I even sleep with it, for fear that my brother will go back on his word and get it back.
After the red envelope game, a new round of red envelope solitaire started on the mobile phone, which made me smile from ear to ear all night, but it happened that my brother pulled me back to reality from the red envelope world and asked me to accompany him to set off firecrackers. Think about it, there are red envelopes on one side and firecrackers on the other. Which one do you choose? Red envelopes, of course! I ignored him and continued to grab the red envelope. He actually started the harassment mode, which caused me to miss several. What else can I do? Compromise, of course! Go with him to the yard, damn it! The cold wind is blowing. Alas, who wants you to be my brother!
I'm really sleepy, but I can't help being angry. I dare not sleep if I want to. Finally ushered in the new year in the sound of firecrackers resounding through the sky. Make a small wish quietly in your heart: I hope my grades will reach the peak in the coming year.
In the thick firecrackers, I fell asleep and had a dream. I was lost in the cold fog. I looked for the smell of food and found a warm home. ...
Happy Grade Three Composition 4 Only by keeping a happy mood at all times can a person love life more. Happiness has no tomorrow and no yesterday. It doesn't miss the past or look forward to the future. It's only now. We grow up slowly, and there are more and more words that we can't say in our hearts! I was so happy when I was a child. I know, because of you, I feel happy.
My mother is ordinary and great. In my childhood memory, my mother was a beautiful aunt, because she always went to work far away from me, for one year, maybe only during the Spring Festival. When I was a child, every time the kindergarten teacher taught us to sing "Only Mom is Good", a white face, eyes with single eyelids, nagging mouth and beautiful hair would come to my mind. Although it is so vague, it is very kind.
Every night, there is always a gentle voice on the other end of the phone. I know that's my mother. Every time I call, I ask when she will be back. Then I will start counting my fingers slowly. Sometimes when all ten fingers are counted, I will be very unhappy and say, "It's still that long." I just look forward to the days passing by. I don't know why I was a little nervous when you came back. When you come back, I will say to my little friend, "Mom is back."
Now that I'm grown up, you haven't worked far away, but you look different from what you remembered when you were a child. Your curly brown hair has turned into straight black hair. Her white face may have some wrinkles when she smiles, but what hasn't changed is her nagging mouth and smiling eyes.
Occasionally find a dazzling color on your head. Unconsciously, bright black hair turned yellow, white hands turned sallow, and my heart was inexplicably sad. My mother is tired. Every day, in order to live a better life for us, she goes out early and comes back late. Maybe she finally got home. I still talk back to her, but she never says anything.
I seldom go home for a week now. Every time I am at home, I want to watch TV and have dinner with you. After all, people seldom meet each other. But every time we meet, the feeling is different. When you grow up, you should let go of some things.
When I was a child, everything was with you, holding my hand and going to a place. When I grow up, I walk in front and you follow closely, but sometimes I will distance myself because your pace has slowed down, but it doesn't matter. We walk slowly step by step, and your original tender hand will become your crutch.
Sometimes you are really happy. Thanks to you along the way, let me cherish every second now. They are as precious and eternal as now.
I forget when it is. I like the word "cake", which makes people feel waxy and fragrant. A "rice" and a "sheep" are white lambs with rice fragrance. In the past, this was probably the same feeling.
During the Spring Festival, every household is busy cooking and frying fish ... and I will pester my grandmother to make rice cakes. In my opinion, this is an indispensable taste of Chinese New Year.
When I was a child, my grandmother always took me to buy red dates first. I am always happy. I put all the dates in a bag, but my grandmother just patted me on the head and poured them out. She specially picked a big and full date and weighed each one carefully, so I was relieved.
When she got home, she washed the sand on the surface of jujube with water. Boil a pot of water, then pour in the red dates. Jujube swimming in the water is very active, stretching out one by one, round and lovely. I couldn't resist the temptation to wander around the fire. When the dates are ripe, grandma will take them out to control the water, and then teach me to remove the jujube stones one by one with chopsticks. Clumsy as he is, he is still busy having fun.
She said to me from time to time, "When I was a child, your father loved this, and everyone praised me for my good cooking." I nodded with a smile.
Grandma scooped yellow wheat into the basin with a ladle and put red dates on it. They all look like they are wearing yellow coats and rolling around naughtily on the beach. In a short time, the noodles were ready. Grandma picked up a piece of dough, put it in the palm of her left hand, and pinched the middle of the dough into a nest with her right thumb and forefinger. She said, "The higher the grip, the better. The higher the grip, the greater the meaning. "
In my opinion, she is like a music conductor. All the ingredients are danced by hand, and delicious food is cooked all over the room. She quickly put the rice cake into the steamer and told me to sit still and wait. How can children have such great patience? For more than 30 minutes, they fantasize every minute.
The steam has bubbled above the steamer, and I am leaning on the side, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose. Grandma put them down to dry, and in a short time, sweet fragrance overflowed the whole room.
Grandpa and parents never participate in these things, but at this time, they are all around. I couldn't wait to pick up the rice cake and bite it down. The taste is soft and slightly tough. Red dates are sweet and soft, and rice is fragrant.
On a warm night, the whole family sat together and turned on an orange light. My father smiled and recalled that when I was a child, whenever there was nothing delicious in the New Year, my grandmother would make rice cakes for a large family. At that time, when there were no noodles, grandma borrowed them from her neighbors, and some of them would be left to dad to give to her playmates in the village. Although it is not easy to eat more, everyone can get a piece, and the next year will be sweet.
How warm ah, rare to share, bless, sweet, just a piece of rice cake, a village people tightly together.
This dish is my exclusive memory. When I grow up, no matter where I go or where I eat rice cakes, I don't have this wonderful feeling. That kind of warm and comfortable feeling is probably the taste of home.
Comments: This is a very warm article. There are three highlights. First, the beauty of cultural connotation. This paper takes delicious rice cakes as the breakthrough point of the annual flavor, and the materials are novel, which embodies the cultural connotation of the annual flavor. Second, the beauty of detail description. "She is like a music conductor. All the ingredients dance with her hands and delicious food is cooked all over the room." It is exquisite and vivid, full of warm beauty. Third, the beauty of characters' fragrance. "Occasionally, when there is no noodles, grandma borrows them from her neighbors, and leaves some of the cooked rice cakes for her father to give to her playmates in the village." Grandma distributed rice cakes to her neighbors, which not only wrote about her elegance, but also wrote about the harmony between neighbors.
A happy composition for the third grade 6 Gunshots burst out of the window and fireworks were gorgeous. Every household is brightly lit, and the family is busy, just to have a happy year. The streets are bustling and very lively.
The camera zoomed in slightly and saw my home. Probably because there are four people in the family, and the family is very lively. Later, several friends of my father called home. My father and friends chatted happily at the dinner table and sang wine to each other. After the separation, my father was slightly drunk, looked at his mother who was washing in the kitchen and said loudly, "Wife, you have worked hard for a year." I'll go out and buy you a pair of jewelry later. Thank you very much! " Mother didn't respond, but she could see the smile on her face.
After finishing the housework, a family of four took a walk in the street. I bumped into a strong flavor of the year. It's already dark, but the city has just begun to light up. As time goes by, it's getting more and more prosperous, and the night of the Spring Festival adds a little beauty. The streets are crowded, families travel together, and friends go out in twos and threes, countless. They seem to be chatting happily, because everyone's mouth is rising, full of happiness and feeling this happy time. Mother suddenly said, "This year's Spring Festival is different. I feel very good. It should be the first time for the four of us to go out for a walk and go shopping together like this ... well, great! " Father seemed a little embarrassed and bowed his head.
Although our family is happy, it is usually quite deserted: my father usually stays in the township government to help the poor and rarely goes home; The mother is alone with her younger brother in the county town, taking care of her while working; But I go to school alone in Changsha. Families seldom meet each other on weekdays, and this happy time of the New Year is particularly precious.
It seems that mom and dad all thought of this and bowed their heads and said nothing. I said loudly, "aren't you going to the jewelry store?" Let's go. " "Oh, great!" They are almost in unison. On New Year's Eve, there was red light all around, reflecting the shadows of four people. They snuggled up to each other. Through that shadow, I found endless happiness.
Walking into the jewelry store, my mother swept it several times and ordered the earrings and rings I wanted. After she put it on, the whole person was refreshed a lot, and the new year was new. My father stared at my mother for a long time, and the depth of love in those eyes was amazing.
On the way home, I watched the people coming and going in the street and saw the joy on others' faces. Looking back at the four of us, we just walked together, so harmonious.
Looking up, the sound of guns is still the same, but the fireworks are bigger and more beautiful. It seems that every kind of fireworks is printed with the smiles of the four of us. We depend on each other and we love each other. This is the happiness of the four of us.
The happiness of micro-happiness is dense in the air and getting stronger and stronger. I held up a golden bamboo stick soaked in love and strung my happiness together with my heart. ...
Morning music
I am no longer a lazy cat on weekends. When the first ray of sunshine jumped into the room in the morning, I chased its gentle figure, picked up a fairy tale book full of whimsy, put on headphones and listened to a rock-and-roll song. With the crazy beating of notes, the vivid images in fairy tales reappeared in my field of vision.
Perhaps, I am also an interesting fairy tale, or an interesting person in a fairy tale. Especially in the cheers of music, my inspiration is always endless, and I often make myself laugh.
Then the alarm clock rang. My mother is a good cook. She gave full play to the functions of 18 kinds of "weapons" in the kitchen and played a sonorous symphony, which was very atmospheric. Listen, "da da! Ta da! Hey! " This is the sound of chopping meat, "Cha! Cha cha! Exactly! " This is the sound of shredded potatoes, "Yi-"This is the sound of vegetables, meat and oil "madly in love" in the pot ... In a short time, the attractive aroma gushed out and went straight to my nostrils, arousing the greedy bugs in my stomach. I left in a hurry with the music, and before my mother gave me an order, I danced into the kitchen ... food is the first thing for the people!
There is a golden house in the book with a "jade mother" in it. In the melodious music in the morning, both spiritually and materially, it is rich. ...
A big lunch.
I got up early every day in the fourth grade. Time seems to be swept away by the teacher's machine gun words. Day after day, just like the missing Malaysia Airlines, it flew away and never came back.
When I get home, the delicious rice wafted from the dining table can always "capture" me instantly. Oh, there are crabs and quail eggs today! There is only a crab cover on the plate, which contains white tender crab meat and golden crab yellow, which makes people drool. On another plate, there are crystal clear quail eggs and bright red ketchup. Well, sweet and sour tomatoes and quail eggs are my favorite! Knowing a woman like a mother, these are the masterpieces of my mother! Dear mom, how long will it take you to do this? I can even imagine your busy figure, sweat on your forehead, smile in your eyes … How satisfied you are to see your daughter eating happily!
"Come, a glass of cold boiled water." Mother always stubbornly thinks it is better than any drink.
I know, it is really better than any drink-because it is pure, just like a mother's love for her daughter, and always writes new legends in plain. ...
Crazy night
Late at night. There was silence outside the window, except for the sound of my pen tip falling on the wooden table in the room. If you listen carefully, you can still catch the sound of TV. It's mom, who stays with me quietly in the other room every night. Yo, the sound of the key inserted into the lock cylinder, it's time for dad to come back. The door of the room opened slightly. He leaned in and asked softly with concern, "Why don't you sleep?" "I won't be free tomorrow. I must finish my homework tonight. Go to sleep first! " I quickly waved the pen without looking up and charged like a hero. ...
"Cough! Cough! " I was afraid of disturbing my parents' rest, so I buried my head deeply in my clothes and coughed with my mouth down. However, I still heard footsteps. After a while, my mother came in with a cup of warm water. "Drink some water, how much difference? Write tomorrow, staying up late is bad for your health ... "I can hear my mother's tone is a little distressed. I took a sip, oh, honey water-I suddenly became sweet. ...
Friend, do you feel the micro happiness in your life? Let's use gratitude to string together the micro-happiness in life. Thanksgiving gives us happy people and things, then each of us will be the happiest person!
Living is a kind of happiness.
I don't know why, but I always care about this sentence. In other words, this is a preference. This may be strange, but it is really the pillar of my life, the unchangeable pillar.
I always try my best to find small touches, small touches, small surprises, small storms and small persistence in life ... when I think about these, I will feel happy.
In this way, I can live happily. ...
I'm laughing. Laughing cuttlefish disorderly fibrillation, bent down with laughter.
Only laughter can make people happy. So, I laughed even crazier.
Laughter is a kind of happiness, which will infect everyone. Boring jokes, boring TV series, boring internet … Everything makes people laugh, but they laugh helplessly. Laughter filled the air, adding helplessness and sadness.
Maybe this is the real happiness!
I read a book with a few touching lines:
"Mom is dead, why don't you cry?"
"No, it's not necessary, and I'm not qualified."
"Don't cry is not more sad? Only being strong is not enough to survive. "
At that time, I thought, if not crying is a kind of sadness, isn't crying also a kind of happiness? When you are sad, you just cry happily. Are you happy?
Crying is the source of happiness.
I've been dreaming, dreaming all the time. Dreams are illusory, even if I am in a dream, I know it clearly. Because there is no "I" in the dream, "I" never exists.
So, who am I? For a moment, I was lost.
Living between two worlds every day, shuttling between reality and dreams, makes me confused again and again, and I can't tell which is myself.
If dreams reflect people's hearts, the world without me is what I expect! Isn't this also a kind of happiness for me?
My dream is my eternal happiness.
After writing all this, I was lost in thought again. Are these my happiness?
Meditation for a long time, suddenly understand, don't have to look for happiness, alive is the happiest.
We will cry, laugh, shout, scream and dream just because we are alive.
I found happiness.
On the road of our youth, there are always people who are silently paying for us. They may be your parents, your family, your teacher and your classmates. Let's learn to be grateful and thank everyone who has paid for you.
When you take to the street, when you walk with your head down and look at your mobile phone, a figure may be busy. They are ordinary sanitation workers. Their existence makes the city clean and tidy from dirty; Their work is dangerous, because sometimes they even need to clean the railings on the elevated road. When we enjoy the coolness of air conditioners in summer, they sweat like rain in the scorching sun; When we complain about the cold in winter, they stick to their posts in the cold wind.
With you as a sanitation worker, the world will become cleaner!
If we get lost, if we lose something, if we meet a vicious gangster, there will always be a group of people to help us. They symbolize justice. They are policemen. When I was a child, my parents taught me to sing: "I found a penny by the roadside and gave it to my uncle, a policeman …". Since childhood, they are the guardians of our security. They always stick to their posts and protect the safety of the people.
When I was six years old, my parents took me to Chongqing to play. On the busy pedestrian street, I shook my mother's hand and watched the performance. I saw those people wearing colorful clothes and performing enthusiastically. I stared at them intently. After a while, when I turned my head happily, I couldn't find my mother in the crowd. I cried anxiously. At this moment, a policeman uncle came up to me and asked me what was going on. He comforted me and called my mother for me. Then he took my hand and took me to the guard room, waiting for my parents to arrive. From then on, my respect for the police came into being.
With you, police, the world will be safer!
When we are sick and go to the hospital, when we are accidentally injured, a group of people are busy with your health. They are angels in white, medical staff. In their calendar, there are no holidays, whether it is weekends or holidays, as long as the patient needs it, she will immediately enter the working state. Although many patients' families don't understand, they still stick to their posts and have no regrets.
With you medical staff, the world will become healthier!
They are extraordinary people in ordinary posts. They make us grow up happily, make us grateful on the road of youth and escort us.
I'm really glad to have you.
What is happiness in 10? Happiness, like the spring breeze in winter, warms my heart. Happiness is like the autumn wind blowing in the hot summer, which cools my heart.
When I was a child, I never understood what happiness was. It was not until I grew up that I realized that happiness is a simple little thing in life. A thoughtful comfort from a friend when you are sad, a glass of water from a classmate when you are thirsty, and a blessing from a friend when you are successful … all smell of happiness.
Happy times and happy places will be my good memories. Happiness is a very simple thing. Everyone has everyone's view of happiness. Grasp the happiness around you and don't let him slip away from you.
I don't know how many times I have sent water, conveyed love and touched happiness. The taste of water will not change, the taste of love will not change, and the taste of happiness will not change. It is simple and simple. Whenever I am busy studying, that glass of water touches my cold heart warmly, and that is happiness. Happiness is a casual move of yours. Helping after a fall and smiling after a collision are all happiness. Full of warmth and tenderness. It gives people who have no hope of life the courage to live, and it helps people who are desperate to get out of trouble.
One day, I was caught off guard by the smell of happiness. That's the smell of home, the fragrance of jasmine, which is unforgettable for a long time.
The fragrance of jasmine is full of mother and happiness. The taste of happiness is like a spring rain, nourishing my dry land.
Happiness is everywhere, please find the happiness around you and feel it with your heart, so that your heart is full of happiness. Happiness accompanies growth, so life becomes sunny and happy, and life becomes different.
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