I was a toddler when I babbled. "Come on, baby, come on!" Mother cried affectionately. Plop, I fell down again. I don't know how many times I wrestled. I don't know how many times I cried, pouting. I didn't cry this time, but got up again. I persisted, regardless of the small hand scratched by pebbles and the red ankle, and continued to move forward. I'm slowly balancing, so happy. 600-word composition, the topic is happiness
When I was a child, I was so naive that I learned to ride a bike carefully. "Don't be afraid, I'm holding it in the back." My brother is full of encouragement. "Hua" sounded and a tragedy struck again. How many times did it happen again? I don't know, there is mud everywhere, as if a greedy pig had just slept out of it. This time, I didn't blame my brother for not holding it well, but propped up my seemingly unconscious feet and slowly boarded the bike again. I persisted, regardless of my bleeding knees or dirty cheeks, I continued to struggle. I'm so happy. I'm getting stable.
When I was young, I scratched my head and thought hard about a topic. "I don't believe it. I can't think of it. " I pouted unconvinced. "Ah", this question is this question. How long have I been thinking about it? I have no time to worry about it. With a messy head of hair, I didn't go for fun or touch something to eat. I didn't make some so-called excuses for myself. I tossed my head, picked up my pen again and insisted. No matter my face is red or my eyes are astringent, I continue to think. I am slowly stretching, so happy.
My happiness is as simple as that, and it comes from persistence.