happiness, like flowers, blooms in every corner of the world. Even in the most barren Gobi, cactus blooms tenacious flowers, and the deepest underwater fish can turn around and start a shy flower, and the corners of people's mouths are as bright as flowers. This is the flower of happiness.
what is happiness? Happiness is being kissed by parents at birth, happiness is the first love that will never be forgotten, happiness is a diploma of Zhang Huali, happiness is an invitation with one's name printed on it, happiness is watching the moment when one's child is born, and happiness is cuddling up with one's wife in a rocking chair to recall the past.
happiness is not happiness. You are not necessarily happy when you are happy, but you must be happy when you are happy. Even if you fall, you will stand up with a smile. Because there are people you love and people who love you in your heart.
Happiness is more delicious than happiness, just as love is more profound than liking.
happiness can be very simple. Happiness doesn't need to be known all over the world, it doesn't need to be vigorous, and it doesn't need to be beautiful and gone with the wind. Happiness can take a luxury cruise ship or row a boat together. Happiness can live in a big mansion, fly a helicopter, or sleep on the street and live alone. Happiness can travel around the world, or depend on each other and count the stars. Happiness can be a banquet, or salted fish and cabbage ... Everyone has an interpretation of happiness in his heart, maybe your happiness is gorgeous and grand, maybe his happiness is simple and plain.
In fact, happiness is not far away. It's like a dog's tail, and we are the dog that leads the tail forward. Happiness, like flowers, blooms in every corner of the world.
think about it, how long has it been since I said "I love you" to my parents? Don't be shy and disgusting, let them know that you love them. Don't say wait till tomorrow! Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows? How many people just say that they are waiting, and suddenly they become "children want to raise and don't stay"?
go now! Say loudly to the person you love-I love you! Perhaps, the discord with parents and friends will melt like ice in these three most beautiful words. Chapter 2: The Taste of Happiness 5-word Selection
What does happiness look like? What's the taste of happiness? When I was a child, I always pestered my mother to ask these questions, but my mother always told me with a smile that you would know when you grew up. Finally, all this, on that rainy day, had an answer.
It was a winter evening. I finished my homework early and went back to my dormitory. I stood at the window and saw the sky darkening like ink. The thunder in the distance was like a group of demons striding towards me. Without warning, with the rumble of thunder, the wind suddenly broke out and the rainstorm raided. I stare blankly at the rain curtain, and I can't help but feel infinite melancholy: today is the winter solstice! I don't know what mom and dad are doing now. Did my sister do her homework? Maybe they are sitting around eating dumplings at the moment! In an instant, an emotion called missing flooded my mind.
"Baby!" A familiar call, I can't believe it. Looking back, it's mom! She is running towards me, and takes out a bag from her pocket, which contains dumplings! "Son, come and eat, it's still hot, and it doesn't taste good when it's cold." I can clearly see that there are still small drops of water on my mother's head and shoulders, but the dumplings in the bag are always hot. It turned out that she ran all the way to my dormitory in the rain, just to let me eat hot dumplings early ... Suddenly, full of happiness filled my heart.
I snuggled up to my mother and ate dumplings. Bite it down, and sesame paste will slowly flow out. My favorite taste will flow into my heart along the tip of my tongue. That sweetness and the residual temperature on my mother are well preserved in my heart. My mother didn't eat either, so she smiled at me and wiped the residual juice from my mouth with a paper towel. I also smiled at her while eating, and we all laughed so happily and sweetly.
Happiness is like sesame paste in the glutinous rice balls. It is well wrapped by the outer skin and will not be easily found, but often inadvertently, you will find that happiness is actually around you. It is sweet, warm and always in your heart. Chapter 3: The Taste of Happiness 5-word Selection
What is the taste of happiness? Is it a refreshing green tea? Or is it a refreshing coke? Or a cup of fragrant coffee? I don't know. I couldn't say it clearly before, and I can't say it clearly now.
On campus, I have left my footprints for three years, all of which have gone from immature to mature. In the first day of junior high school, we were chasing and fighting together, and in the third day, we were silent together. It seems that there is always an invisible line lingering in each other's hearts, growing and thriving. Perhaps this is a plant called friendship.
in the wind, we run together. I still remember that time I ran to school twice, and I was so tired that I was sweating, but I returned again because I left a book behind. At that time, Big Head, Guo Guo and I were complaining about something, but we were not really complaining. We all cherished every time. Perhaps this is the taste of happiness, bitter but satisfied: we can run in a starry night and in a bustling night.
Every time I walk around the campus, I feel a kind of unspeakable comfort. It's so quiet that you can only hear the sound of footsteps moving forward and the sound of layers of fallen leaves being trampled. Next to us is still the familiar figure, and the sun shines on each of our faces, writing an eternal picture. We talked to each other, discussed and were silent. In the distance, the branches of the old phoenix tree are covered with yellow leaves, their lives and beliefs ... Perhaps this is the taste of happiness, quiet and eternal, which makes people fascinated.
Do you still remember the hope of flying in the campus of No.1 Middle School? There lies our dream. Sunlight shuttles through the forest in front of us, casting mottled shadows on the trees. We dig out a dream land for ourselves with our hands, and then carefully bury the note bearing hope. At that time, the scenery must be beautiful: beside a forest, several intimate figures stroking the wings of dreams with young hearts. Perhaps this is the taste of happiness, aestheticism, youth and a vibrant and hopeful heart.
what does happiness taste like? I didn't know it before, and I don't know it now. Perhaps, in the happy Herb Garden, I just raised a grass named Friendship with my rough hands. Perhaps, I just tasted a small scene of a painting, but that's it. I have been deeply moved. Maybe feeling happiness itself is a kind of happiness, only a little indifferent, but it can be very satisfying.
When a gust of wind blows, kites fly to the sky to pursue their dreams. That thin thread is our inexhaustible friendship, conveying happiness and sweetness. Chapter 4: The Flavor of Happiness 5-word Selection
Every time after school, before putting down my schoolbag, I rush into the kitchen. Before I enter the door, there will be a burst of fragrance that will make me ecstatic, which will make my mouth water and I can't help but want to steal a few bites.
When I rushed into the kitchen, as I expected, my dear mother was frying poached eggs like a little sun gracefully. This is my mother's specialty and my favorite dish! "mom! Mom! It smells good! There are moon shrimp cakes! " My listless eyes immediately became full of vitality, because the moon shrimp cake fried by my mother was really delicious.
My father said that my mother's specialty was so delicious that she beat the invincible hand in the world, which made my mother blush and speechless. I didn't know what to say, so I had to eat the "moon" desperately, like a "Tiangou" who had been hungry for three days and nights. Growing up, I like watching my mother cook. My beautiful mother is really sinking fish and falling geese. As soon as she enters the kitchen, she always completes a series of delicacies in an orderly way. Ah! When it comes to my mother's specialty-moon shrimp cake, I can't help but be happy and proud, and I just want to eat my mother's moon shrimp cake. First, pour in some oil, then add the moon shrimp cake and fry it until it is cooked. It's really simple. Mother's fried moon shrimp cake is memorable. I hope I can taste this mother's specialty every day. Mom's moon shrimp cakes have many flavors, including shrimp, corn and sausage ... Dad and I never get tired of eating them, and we can't stop eating them. We laugh like a curved moon!
The moon shrimp cake fried by my mother is always the best food I have ever eaten. Every time I take a bite, my heart is full of joy and happiness. This is a good taste that I will never forget, because I know that this good taste is the happiness that my mother gave to my daughter for a lifetime! Chapter 5: The Taste of Happiness 5-word Selection
Happiness is the care of the family. Happiness, it is just around the corner, at your fingertips.
one night, the dinner I just ate rolled in my stomach, and my stomach ached unbearable. An unpleasant smell rushed to my heart, like a huge wave beating on the coast. Suddenly, a mucus spit out, vomiting constantly and breathing rapidly. I had a fever.
My mother, who had just laid down and was still awake, got up in a hurry and patted me on the back. When I often breathe a sigh of relief and lie down slowly, my mother began to deal with the "crime scene". When I entered a sweet dream, how did I know that my mother had stayed up all night again? I touched my forehead from time to time to see if my fever had gone down.
Happiness means that when you are sick, someone silently takes care of you and gives you warmth. Happiness is that when you endure great pain, someone gently pats your back to comfort you.
the early morning sun shone on me and I woke up. I feel weak and limp. Suddenly I smelled a fragrant smell. My brother brought me porridge with his tender little hand holding a big bowl. Although I don't have an appetite, I looked at my brother's chubby face and was ready to take the bowl and have some porridge. My brother didn't let go, but scooped some rice congee with a spoon, blew it gently and sent it to my mouth. I paused for a moment, but then I opened my mouth and drank it. A stream of heat flows through the esophagus to the stomach, expelling the cold all over. Rice porridge, though tasteless, is full of love. One bite, two bites, a bowl of porridge is drunk with the taste of happiness.
the taste of happiness is the taste of a bowl of porridge quietly brought to your mouth when you are weak all over.
Happiness is a seasoning, which makes plain and tasteless rice delicious. Happiness is a candle, a ray of light scattered around in the darkness. Happiness is a soft candy. Juice splashes in your mouth, giving off a strong fragrance. 6: The taste of happiness. A selection of 5 words
What is happiness? What is happiness? The worker said, "Happiness means leading the salary, because you can go home and have a good New Year." The teacher said: "Happiness is that the composition written by the classmates won the prize, because it can add a sum to the class glory." The student said, "Happiness means getting everyone's praise when you get good grades." What is happiness? People's answers are varied, so I decided to take this question to feel real happiness.
No sooner had I gone out than I heard the cry of "whoops ……". Looking inside, it was a little girl carrying a big schoolbag who accidentally slipped and fell down while buying soybean milk. When the owner of the soybean milk shop saw it, he walked quickly and asked with concern, "Are you all right? Be careful in the future. " Then he lifted the little girl up and gave her a cup of hot soybean milk. The little girl gratefully said to her boss, "Thank you, I'm fine." Looking at the smile of the owner of the soybean milk shop, I thought to myself: This is happiness.
Walking on, I saw an old man buying baked sweet potatoes for his grandson. After the old man gave them to his grandson, he couldn't help laughing at his grandson's greedy appearance. Looking at the old man, I thought to myself: this is happiness.
it's getting dark, and I can't help speeding up my steps home. When I arrived at the door, my mother greeted me for dinner. Delicious food has already been served on the table. I thought about what I saw today while eating. In a flash, I understood that happiness was everywhere.
Different people have different views on happiness. For mothers, happiness means seeing their children grow up healthily. For the elderly, happiness means watching their grandchildren eat delicious food. For people in society, happiness means helping others.