My happiness is to miss your emotional beauty.

My happiness is to miss your emotional beauty.

My happiness is to miss your emotional beauty. Everyone's happiness is different. Some people's happiness is very simple, and some people's happiness is to miss the person they like. Let me sort out that my happiness is to miss your emotional beauty!

My happiness is that I miss your emotional essay 1 1 of "pa". The cake was violently thrown to the ground, and the chestnuts in the cake slipped out along the cream one by one like little cuteness.

Zhang Hua knows that her daughter likes chestnuts best, so this time she specially ordered a chestnut cake and took the bus twice along the way. She held it carefully in her hands, as if she were in infancy.

I don't want to let go for a moment. Just entering the door, I let Ran Ran's father Ma Gang throw himself on the ground without saying a word. It is not only the cake that is broken, but also her ardent expectations.

She knew that she had made a mistake first, and she fell in love with a man outside marriage. Some feelings have been entangled for a long time, and later she can't tell whether it is love or win.

After a while, I became stubborn, so I walked away. Strangely, the farther I go, the more I miss the smell of my original home. However, the door of my house has long been closed tightly, and she no longer has the key to open it.

"You leave here at once, immediately, immediately." Ma Gang opened the door with one hand and pointed at the door with the other. Indifference and indifference are the only powerful counterattack he can do now.

Seeing her silence, he said slowly, "Get out, now!" As if afraid of speaking too lightly and not hard enough, he spoke slowly and heavily.

I don't know when, Ran Ran, hiding in the bedroom, suddenly jumped out, holding her mother behind her with open arms like a saint from the sky, shouting "Mom, don't leave me!" "

Tears ran down my cheeks, like rain breaking the thread. Just now, she hid in the bedroom and her mother called her. She pretended not to hear, knowing that her mother was really leaving, and all the hatred was driven away without a trace. Like a bird, she suddenly landed on her mother's wings again.

Ma Gang gave a pull clean, red eyes and said, "but, you forget? It is this cruel woman who abandoned you. We don't want her broken cakes and skirts. Dad will buy it for you tomorrow and let her go. "

"Dad, don't, I beg you, leave your mother, but you can't live without your mother, but you think about your mother every day. . "

The child's grief-stricken voice suddenly crushed the five-foot man, and his little daughter slipped on the thin ice like a beautiful white swan. How could he have the heart to throw cold water on her?

Although his own heart has been frozen, the seas have dried up and the mountains are deserted, his heart has now been melted by his daughter's tears.

Zhang Hua's eyes were already full of tears, and his body bent down bit by bit. She picked it up trembling, kissed the tears on her face clearly, turned her head and said almost imploringly, "Although we are divorced, I don't beg you to forgive me, but please don't hurt the child again, okay?"

Ma Gang's heart, like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, has all kinds of flavors, but it still sticks to his neck, forcing himself to be uncompromising and bitterly saying, "Go! I don't need your sympathy, but I am very happy with Ran Ran!

Ma Gang grabbed Zhang Hua's arm. "Ran Ran, listen, come down!"

However, she clung to her mother's neck and refused to let go. Tears are like uncontrolled rain.

Crying and shouting, "Why do other children have mothers and I don't?" Why are other children's mothers on the left and fathers on the right when playing parent-child games? Why is dad the only one in our family?

I don't want shoes with lights, and I don't want to eat McDonald's. Am I naughty? Mom, why don't you want me? . . . . . . "

"Ma Gang, I beg you, let me accompany my children!"

However, tears completely shattered the dignity of his last man, and he silently loosened his clenched hands.

However, I rolled my big eyes and soon forgot my tears. I turned my face and smiled through tears.

Maybe mom should understand that forgiveness is so easy, because she loves you, because she loves you, and a hug can resolve all the sadness and grievances.

However, this is a world where divorce prevails. However, I can't understand why. She just wants to hold on to the skirt of happiness, even if happiness is only for a few seconds.

She watched her mother put on her apron and her father squatted on the ground peeling onions. This is the smell of long-lost home. There is a kind of children's peace of mind and happiness hidden in the noisy frying and stewing. The kitchen is a barometer of family happiness index. Look at the kitchen and you'll know if one is good.

However, I still propped up my tender cheeks, sat in a small chair and looked at my parents who were busy in the kitchen.

At a young age, she has long been used to the sudden loss and missing.

Although the toys are still in the same corner, Barbie sleeps in the same bed with her. Dad will kiss her little face in the morning and tell her stories at night.

She will still think of her mother many, many times.

A children's song,

A game,

Zebra crossing,

The stars in the sky,

Little flowers on the ground,

. . . . . .

There are countless dreams in which she closes her eyes. She gave birth to wings, flew, found her mother, held her hand, and danced, danced and sang on the grass. . . . . . But every time, a vicious old witch pushed her mother off the cliff.

"mom. . . . . . "

Ran Ran shouted, every time I wake up from my dream, my pillow is wet.

Every time I open my eyes, I see my father's kind face.

"Nightmare again?"

However, I didn't dare to mention the word mom in front of my father. I just said softly, "Dad, I dreamed that I fell off a cliff. What should I do? "

"Nothing, but it's cute. As long as you don't get tears on your feet and don't land, you'll be fine." Dad hugged her tightly and said.

However, she pretended to be asleep in her father's arms again, because she heard the click of the door lock and knew in her heart that her mother had left.

My happiness is to miss you emotionally. It's night, with a little sky and bright stars, but it's quiet, only the sound of missing.

In my life, I have been looking for a good feeling: I am eager to go to the highest place in the world and see the brightest starlight in the world; I am eager to be collected, properly placed and carefully preserved to avoid my sadness, my pain, my wandering and my nowhere to live.

"Summer is over and chrysanthemums are in bloom. I am not your shadow, but I will always be with you.

Missing, like a free-walking flower, gently opens its heart to strangers, turning into a breeze in the lotus pond in summer, melting the moon in the canopy, and intoxicating warmth in the depths of time.

Missing is the fragrance of roses, the fragrance of plum blossoms, the fragrance of cinnamon, the agarwood of orchids, the most lush green leaves of the years, the shallow smile when the eyebrows are drooping, and the most beautiful feelings from the bottom of my heart.

Who is the lovesick woman in the world? An encounter, embedded in life because of the heart; A kind of fate, because the soul fits, no longer separated; A sincere heart is precious, because someone knows how to cherish it; A relationship is unforgettable because of knowing each other and cherishing each other.

I always want to embroider the flower of love with time as the needle and time as the thread. I always want to draw an immortal picture of love with sincerity as the pen and true love as the ink.

"My happiness is to miss you, and life beats for you. You are my favorite and no one can replace you. " When I miss you, I sing a song of missing;

When I miss you, I will sing a happy song. The wind blows, clouds float, geese fly, thoughts fly, happiness flows and happiness ripples.

Deep water is silent, deep feeling is silent, there is always a love in the world of mortals, which is worth cherishing with the hottest heart; There is always a confession that is suitable to be remembered in the most emotional language; There is always someone who can make you love with all your enthusiasm.

I can't help it Under the half-open porch window, I spread out my plain notes, dipped them in light ink, planted a bodhi tree with the most affectionate words, strung full acacia into beads of love, and engraved the proverbs of love on the beads.

Think more, brew a pot of warm tea for you and savor the fragrance of the years; Think more, slow down the sound of all time with your eyes, listen carefully to the whispers of life, condense trivial bits and pieces into a warm river, and flow quietly in your heart.

An understanding, a listening, warm and lonely heart; A companion, an understanding, gentle as the shuttle years; One knows each other and the other cherishes each other, which warms the coolness of the season. Gently fold the deep meaning of love into Sanskrit scriptures; Quietly, pour the warmth of love into the pen tip.

I always believe that the happiest thing in life is to enjoy an all-inclusive love with my beloved; The greatest comfort in life is to live with the person you love forever.

A clear spring of love flows in my heart. No matter how simple and ordinary a day is, it can also be poetic and warm, and no matter how complicated and fine fireworks are, it can also be cool and bright.

Life is a lyric poem of love, missing is that the heart is in full bloom and joy is singing. My happiness is to miss you, my happiness is to have you!

Tonight, if possible, you can dream. I am waiting for you where the flowers bloom, and I am thinking of you where the flowers fall. ...