I am very lucky in junior high school composition.

Thirteen years ago, I opened my eyes for the first time and saw this novel and beautiful world. Everything around me is very fresh. I went to hug my parents and relatives, my blue sky and white clouds, my green trees and red flowers, and my happy childhood. At that time, I was still an ignorant child, and I didn't even know that there were still unsatisfactory things in this world. I just enjoy the happiness that I seem to deserve, the sunshine and rain, and the beauty that life brings me. I have been smiling to say goodbye to yesterday and welcome tomorrow. I am very lucky. I have been surrounded by joy and warmth since I was born.

Five years have passed in an instant, and I have grown up gradually. I already know that there are unpleasant things besides pleasant things around me. I learned later that it was called trouble. Fortunately, the only thing I felt unhappy at that time was that my mother didn't buy me toys, and my brother argued with me for candy. And once these things happen, I will only cry once, and then I will eat when I should eat and sleep when I should sleep, as if nothing had happened, which can not hinder my lively and cheerful nature at all. I am so lucky. My home is my little world, my big stage, and I can fly.

Soon, I went to primary school. At school, there are amiable teachers and friendly classmates. I am lucky to have such a good learning environment. So, I swam in the ocean of knowledge and lived a life full of flavor. However, when I was in the second grade, my father's company was in recession, and he came to Tianjin to start a business alone. My mother and I have to endure the pain of "separation" in silence. During that time, I learned what is called "missing" and understood the true meaning of "worry". Every time I see someone else's family of three happy, my heart is full of tears. I can't tell whether it is envy or jealousy. The only comfort my mother and I have is a phone call from my father every week. I also read a sentence in the book, "As long as the heart is close, the distance is short", but I often feel unwilling: why can't I live with my father, why am I so far away from my father, so far away ... I don't think I am happy anymore. For a time, in my eyes, the sky was always gray. Whenever I am scolded by my mother, or when no one can understand me, I always hide in my room and cry quietly.

One day, I opened a book called "We don't have a rich father and a rich mother", which recorded the articles written by a group of students in Hongzhi class of Guangqumen Middle School in Beijing, and transferred poor students with excellent grades. The students' families in Hongzhi class are all unfortunate. Some parents are disabled and shoulder the burden of the whole family alone. Some fathers died, mothers were laid off, and families were in financial difficulties; Some parents died and walked alone. Their life is too hard and their experience is too bumpy, but they are not decadent. Instead, they work harder to get into Hongzhi Class and fulfill their dream of studying. Compared with them, my sadness is so small! I can see my relatives and have a complete family, but I don't know what my blessings are. I only think about my pain and sadness, but I forget that there are still many joys waiting for me to taste in life. Then, my heart was suddenly enlightened and the sky was blue. I won't be depressed, because I know there are people more unfortunate than me who haven't given up, let alone me. How lucky I am compared with them.

Now, my mother, father and I are reunited. The storm has passed, and it's sunny. I have matured. Looking back on thirteen years, I have laughed and cried, and learned to treat success rationally and failure calmly. Moreover, I know I am lucky, because I have a happy family and am still writing about my bright future.