Happy composition narrative in my eyes

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a kind of comprehensive and creative speech activity. So, how to write a composition? The following is a description of the happy composition I collected for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

In my eyes, there is something that is illusory, but it makes people see the truth clearly. It has no specific form and no corresponding color. In the eyes of children, it is a sweet candy, in the eyes of teenagers, it is a test paper with a red tick ... The world is everywhere, as long as there is laughter, as long as there is happiness, as long as there is beauty. What I want to say is it-happiness.

Someone once said that the happiness in his eyes must be the happy picture it runs in the family, because this kind of family happiness is often the warmest and most affectionate.

It is also said that happiness in his eyes is to take the initiative to shovel a road for others after the snow, so that others can walk comfortably, because each other's happiness is often the most precious and rare.

Someone once said that happiness in his eyes is that birds embrace the blue sky and fish swim in the sea. It's a bud coming out of the ground ... because the happiness of nature is everyone's happiness. It is the happiness of all sentient beings with dreams.

What about happiness in my eyes? I think pretending to be ordinary is also a kind of happiness. You don't have to shed blood for what you strive for, you don't have to complain about what you are jealous of, and you don't have to worry about what you get. Just be ordinary, your ordinary appearance, your ordinary background and your ordinary career. Since God gave you these things, they are undoubtedly precious gifts that others can't buy anyway. Isn't this a kind of happiness? Happiness as an ordinary person.

Maybe someone will ask, what's good about ordinary people? Not as popular as the stars on the runway, nor as rich as those. Actually, please think about it from another angle. Just go with people, and those people go? They either look down on ordinary people or are afraid of the exposure of gossip, but they can't enjoy the happiness of those ordinary people. This is a kind of sadness on the premise that God made them good people. Ordinary is happiness.

Happiness in my eyes is everything ordinary.

A song once sang, "I want to have a home, a place where I don't need too much prosperity." When I am tired, I will think of him. I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need too much, so I won't be afraid when I'm afraid ... "Having a happy home is my greatest happiness!

Home is where I was born; Home is where we grow up; Home is our daily destination. Home is a happy ocean, because there we can rest our tired body and mind and soothe our lonely hearts. But these all need the happiness of the family. In this vast world, in this vast world, home is our only reliance. In a warm family, we can still feel happiness in the face of family members who have met many times. ...

My mother is very talkative. No matter what I do, she will nag a few words, but she will be full of love in nagging. Even if nagging is boring, I am happy. When I came home from school in the afternoon, my mother cooked us delicious meals, which made us eat and drink enough. That nasty niece can give us a little surprise and joy. During the Spring Festival, our family get together. Everyone gathered around the table, eating delicious food and laughing at the fireworks in the night sky. How beautiful. When I feel unhappy or encounter difficulties, I will feel annoyed, but as long as I get home, I will go back to that happy home and all my troubles will be forgotten.

My home is happy, no matter when, my home is warm and happy. Because of my family, my home can be warm as spring and happy as honey. Every family member is an indispensable subject. No one doesn't want a warm home. Perhaps, home is warm, happy and full of laughter in everyone's heart. This may be everyone's greatest happiness.

Is home a warm place? Yes, no matter how many storms and grievances you have experienced outside, you can forget too many unhappiness and wipe away too many tears when you get home, and still feel that life is beautiful. Maybe at an important moment, this is the only place where we can rest.

Happiness narrative in my eyes 3 happiness, a topic that is not old for thousands of years. We have always had it, but we have been looking for it. What is happiness? I fell asleep thinking like this.

Blue sky and white clouds, I am thinking about that little question in my heart. I am happy, but what is happiness? Vaguely, I saw my mother still holding the little gloves she prepared for me, and a warm current rose in my heart. Every winter, my hands always freeze out one wound after another, one small and red. My mother always blames me for not buying gloves, being disobedient and not taking care of myself, and then turns around and secretly wipes a tear from the corner of my eye. Looking at those gloves at the moment, I have an impulse to cry. Is this happiness?

Maybe. I was just dreaming. Everything is just a little fantasy, huh? Why is she here? Who is she? She is my lovely sister. I complain about dreaming about who is not good, but I have to dream about her. If you want to ask me why, it's because I had a quarrel with her just now, but why is she clearly regretting it? Regret quarreling with your beloved sister? My sister is eight years older than me and has protected me since I was a child. Until I grew up, I began to disobey and quarrel with her. I began to break her heart again and again, and I began to feel that she was very annoying … always taking care of herself!

Is happiness around us? I began to suspect that I found something sliding on my face in my sleep. Did I cry? Ah! I woke up from my sleep with a loud cry.

"Ah," I woke up and sighed. Maybe I really should apologize to my sister. "Elder sister, this is the glove your mother bought for you. Don't be angry. Sister should not say anything about you. " Ah! Sister. I was suddenly speechless.

When I left home, I saw the snow on the mountain, bit by bit, piece by piece, here and there. What is happiness? But I can see the beautiful scenery, my sister will apologize for my mistakes, the tears on my face after my mother scolded me one after another, my father's first kiss when he came home, the puppet made by my friend, and I can still dream about those who love me in my dreams.

Happiness is nothing profound, happiness is not so complicated, happiness is only the person who loves you and the person you love, and who you will be happy with probably reflects the happiness in my eyes. Happiness, cherish you, the people I love and the people who love me, and you will have the life and meaning I want.

What is happiness in my eyes? Everyone has a different definition of happiness.

The poor said, "Happiness is a bowl of hot porridge, a cotton-padded jacket to keep out the cold, and an earthen house to shelter from the wind and rain."

The rich man said, "Happiness is to treat gold like water, be extravagant, and let all noble and not noble bow their heads."

Life has been in the world for decades, and everyone is running, pursuing, distressed and confused on the road to happiness. Just like that happy puppy. The dog asked his mother, "Where is happiness?" Mom said, "Happiness is in your little tail." So the puppy kept chasing. It wants to catch up with its tail and see what happiness is like. However, he found that he could never catch up with the happiness on his tail, so he told his mother about his troubles. Mother said, "son, don't chase it deliberately." As long as you keep going, happiness will follow you. " Therefore, when you deliberately pursue happiness, happiness floats away.

When we are troubled by the pressure of life, do you not feel a little happiness at this moment, but more bitter than coffee? But let's think about it, what are we trying to do now? It is to realize one's ideals and self-worth. If so, when the ideal is realized, the painful experience now will become precious and extremely precious. At this time, you taste the sweetness of bitter coffee, and that is the taste of happiness.

When we are tired of running around on the road of life, we occasionally have leisure. Looking back at the years that have already passed, happiness flashes and looms in remembrance and nostalgia, then freezes and waves to us frequently. Just like we are repeating the life of two points and one line every day now, we will feel bored. But ten years later, when you look back on your youth, you will smile sincerely. At that time, you will be immersed in the happiness of memories, and the bitter and tired past will become so sweet and mellow.

When we are worried that we won't get anything, then we should think about what we have. We have unrepeatable youth, we have healthy bodies and we can breathe freely. And these, not everyone can have. Some people have lost their youth, some people have no healthy bodies, and some people even have lost control of their own lives. However, those people are still alive and breathing hard. Then why aren't we happy with what we have? Yes, happiness is in the breathing room!

If you plant gold coins, you may not reap them. Planting happiness does not necessarily yield happiness. Whoever sows a normal heart and looks at life with happy eyes will have happiness. Therefore, the most important thing is not the harvest after sowing, but the process of sowing. Happiness is a field of constant cultivation and constant innovation.

What is happiness? Everyone has a different definition of happiness. But I want to say that if you can look at it with a normal heart, a glass of water can reflect the rainbow of life, and a small thing can understand the mystery of happiness. What is happiness? I said, "Happiness is a sense of fulfillment after living in the present and living well every day. Happiness is a sense of surprise after hard work. Happiness is the happiness that you get affirmed by others after giving. Happiness is the satisfaction you get from what you have. Happiness is everything, and only oneself can feel the taste.

Happiness in my eyes is a very subtle thing. Some people have not found it all their lives, while others can always feel the existence of happiness.

There are many feelings in life, faint and faint, which only give you warm comfort and moisture inadvertently, for example, drinking tea.

My father is also a person who likes tea, so I have an innate fascination with tea since I was a child. Finally one day, my father got his wish and bought me a teapot. I have been longing for this pot for a long time, because I also want to have a precious pot with tea stains that has been honed over time like my father. I tried my father's pot before, but he still felt uneasy after teaching me a lesson, so he bought me one and put his precious teapot high. I don't care that much. I gave him a white look. He looked at the lovely jar with ecstasy. It's chubby, and the lid is like a small official hat, so it's not beautiful. I couldn't hold back my inner excitement. I sprinkled a handful of Longjing tea at the bottom of the pot and quickly poured the freshly boiled water and the first pot of tea. At this time, white smoke curled up in the pot, and the green elves jumped up and sang around, and a fragrance came to the nose. I closed my eyes and couldn't wait to take a sip. Immediately, those few drops of alcohol rippled on my lips, and the warm current poured into my body, savoring it carefully, but still having a little sweetness. At this time, I found myself melting with happiness, and inadvertently looked up and caught a glimpse of my father's smiling eyes. Since then, whenever I read a book before going to bed, I dare not put this pot on the desk. Strange to say, every time I take a sip of tea, I always feel an indescribable sureness. Gradually, there was tea dirt in my teapot unconsciously, and I became more and more familiar with this teapot.

But that day, my teapot was broken. It slipped from my hand, and the sound of falling to the ground was really hard to hear, like a baby crying, and I left tears for it.

I sat at my desk silently, but my father walked in unhurriedly. He gently put the teapot in front of me. Turn around resolutely and leave silently. I looked at his tall and straight back and remained silent for a long time, but I couldn't help feeling a little warm in my heart.

I slowly turned around and gently stroked the fat pot body. The warm feeling could not help rising from Ran Ran at the fingertips and flowing into my heart.

Since then, my father's pot has been with me every night. Every time I accidentally raise my head when reading a book, I can still see the warmth of the teapot. At this time, there is always an unspeakable feeling. In my heart, this feeling is called happiness.