Let's wait and see.
Friendship is the source of my happiness.
Happiness is a row of crooked footprints on the beach; Happiness is the coldness of running water patting feet; Happiness is that you and my children are playing a symphony. ...
-inscription
What is happiness? I've been looking for it. When I saw your tender little feet stepping on the soft soil, you opened your lips and ran towards me. The sunset gently sprinkles the orange afterglow on you, and your shadow is very long. Your long hair flutters slightly with the breeze, you are as clear as transparent vegetable wings, and the smile on your mouth is vividly displayed. I know what happiness is!
On that starry night, I closed my eyes slightly and walked slowly into the source of happiness for you and me with the gust of mountain wind. Shirley, I haven't seen you for five years. Do you still have long hair? Are you still smiling? Is the pleated skirt still swaying?
Time goes backwards like that old record, and the past comes to mind one by one. I remember that time, in my home, I sat in a chair and wore the apron you brought me. You said that when you cut your hair, the barber always puts a piece of cloth on the customer. You picked up the comb, stroked my hair with that chubby little white hand, and gently combed my hair with the comb. I smile with a low eyebrow, waiting for your new hairstyle.
With your sweet voice, you grabbed a few hairs from my hair and clicked, as if cutting off our unhappy memories. Indeed, now I have forgotten our once contradictions, leaving only your smiling side and happy past. After a few seconds, you stop what you are doing. I opened my eyes with excitement and saw a few hairs standing tenaciously, like soldiers sticking to their posts. Then, our happy laughter lingered. Happiness is my hair standing happily. When I met my mother, I was greeted by her eyes wide open and her face in distress.
Shirley, I really miss you.
On a lonely night, meteors fall. I still clearly remember your sentence when you graduated from kindergarten: "Be happy and think of your friends' smiling faces when you are lonely!"! " "
Flowers bloom and fall, and times have changed.
Although I still have a touch of sadness, I am very happy in the days to come. Your friendship with me is the source of my happiness.
Raindrops will turn into coffee, seeds will bloom roses, travel is an agreement, parting is to experience the taste of loneliness, not alone, but to complain that coffee has not been drunk. You are tired from all the way, and you will be broken when the rain touches you. Only friendship is the most precious.
The stars are shining, and the source of my happiness is shining.
This composition depends on mid-term full marks.