A 600-word essay on the taste of happiness. I once heard a story: A puppy keeps chasing its tail every day, but it can't catch it. It's sad. So its mother told it: "Your tail is like happiness. When you keep chasing it, it is actually following you." Think about it carefully, it is indeed the case. Happiness does not need to be grand, it does not need big waves, it is ordinary, it is trivial, when you are chasing it, it will follow you. Every morning, my mother handed me a glass of boiling water and said, "Drink more, you don't like drinking water." Holding the cup in both hands, the heat slowly came out and hit my face gently. Taking a sip, the water was nothing special, but it seemed to have a hint of sweetness. This cup of boiled water has the taste of maternal love and happiness. At school, my pen ran out of water. When I was worried, my deskmate handed me a ballpoint pen. I said "thank you" and she smiled and whispered "you're welcome". The pen leaves a faint trace on the paper, which seems to have a fragrance. That is the taste of friendship, the taste of happiness. When I am bored or lonely, I will look through the address book on my phone and smile at everyone's name. Thinking about their appearance, there is an inexplicable satisfaction. Relatives, friends, classmates, teachers... I recall that they have given me a lot in the past time. There is a smell of happiness in the gradually increasing number of phone numbers. Someone once asked me: "What is your greatest wish?" I only answered with two words: "Happiness." He asked again: "Are you happy now?" I thought about it carefully and replied: "I think so." Right." Because happiness is all around me. Happiness is actually very simple. It is a glass of water handed over by my mother, an ordinary pen borrowed from a friend, the address book on the mobile phone... In ordinary every day, there is the smell of happiness in the air. A 600-word essay on the taste of happiness. What is happiness? Ask your grandparents, they say happiness is sitting at the dinner table waiting for my children to come home from get off work and me coming home from school. What is happiness? Ask your parents, they say happiness is when you come home from get off work and see the delicious food and the kind-faced grandparents next to you. In my opinion, happiness is being together with my beloved family members, chatting together without any worries, and then the sun shines through the window and warms everyone in my family. Happiness is so simple. At this time, the taste of happiness is just like a cup of hot tea, simple and refreshing. In my opinion, happiness is to gently open the screen window under the full moon night, let the soft moonlight spread into the house and shine on me, then turn off the lamp, look at the moonlit night, count the stars, and let time condense. In this moment, bit by bit. This is happiness. At this time, the taste of happiness is like a cup of fragrant milk tea, which is rich and intoxicating. In my opinion, happiness is running to the green fields with my best friend in the spring breeze in April, the wind blowing over, stroking the messy hair, and then lying in the fields, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and talking to her Whisper quietly, without reservation. This is happiness. At this time, the taste of happiness is like a glass of transparent mineral water. Although it has no taste, it is transparent and sincere. In my opinion, happiness is to move a chair and find a book on a dazzling winter day, bathe in the sunshine, flip through a few pages of the book at will, then clasp it on your face, and quietly read Take a nap and have sweet daydreams. This is happiness. At this time, the taste of happiness is like a refreshing cup of iced black tea, cool and refreshing without leaving any impurities. What exactly is happiness? I can’t explain clearly. Happiness may be a bowl of hot soup from my mother, a handkerchief handed to me by a classmate, the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of the vast sea of ??books, the feeling of “Chan Juan from thousands of miles away”... …The unit knows that happiness is all around us, come and embrace the happiness around us. The taste of happiness can be bitter or sweet, sour or astringent. It is made up of the colorfulness of life. Come and taste the taste of happiness that belongs to you! - What is your email address? Taste happiness, the slightest comfort you get after encountering setbacks, happiness is the warm words after illness, happiness is the joy of success after hard work, happiness is... In fact, happiness is not ordinary, but it is experienced in the ordinary. It's that sweet feeling. It was a day in the summer. The weather was changeable. It was a scorching sun just a moment ago, but it turned into a ghostly weather with dense clouds in the blink of an eye. "Ding Lingling..." The school bell rang, and I rushed out of the classroom as usual and came to the school gate to wait for my mother's arrival. However, my mother, who used to report on time at the school gate every rainy day, disappeared today. I was alone and waited at the school gate for more than half an hour, but my mother was still nowhere to be seen.
Helpless, I had no choice but to run home while I was still young. Unexpectedly, God seemed to be deliberately against me. Halfway through, I was suddenly hit by heavy rain. I was literally turned into a "drowned rat". After going through the "9981 difficulties", I finally returned home. After dinner, I started doing my homework. As I was doing it, I suddenly shivered with cold. Before I finished my homework, I couldn't stand it anymore and fell on the bed in discomfort. It was after 10 o'clock, and my mother returned home tiredly. She looked at my unfinished homework, then touched my hot forehead, and she understood everything. At this time, the smile on my mother's face disappeared, and was replaced by an anxious look. So, my mother immediately helped me up from the bed, carried me on her back and ran to the hospital. Before leaving, my mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she took out a coat and put it on me. When I came to the hospital, the doctor diagnosed that I just had a slight fever. A big stone in my mother's heart finally fell to the ground. During the hour or so that I was taking salt water, my mother would bring me a cup of hot tea to warm my body. She would also ask me about my health and well-being, for fear that I might feel a little bit uncomfortable and get the disease. It was at this moment that I deeply felt the sweet and warm taste of happiness. In fact, happiness is hidden in the trivial and ordinary things in life. You can feel the sweet taste of happiness without using words to express it. ②Taste: Bitter melon tastes bitter in the mouth, but after a while, the sweet taste comes out. In fact, happiness is the same. It seems bitter at first, but later it becomes as sweet as honey. "Xuanxuan! Look, you just didn't clean it up. Why did the book end up in the kitchen again?" Mom was nagging again. Not only did I frown, I quickly blocked my ears with my hands and said, "Are you bothered? I'm writing a composition, don't disturb me!" My train of thought was interrupted, and I suddenly became furious and raised my voice an octave. , yelled towards the kitchen. But before two seconds had passed, my mother's voice filled the room again: "Are you impatient again? You are just like this..." I couldn't listen to the next words anymore (I don't know if these words made me My anger reached the extreme) and I yelled: "I'm out!" - I slammed the door and left with a "pop" sound. When I walked to the street, I kicked the pebbles on the side of the road and muttered in a low voice: "Mom is so annoying! She knows that I am exhausted, but she still nags me when I get home. It's true!" As I walked, I I came to the door of a fruit shop. Looking inside, my dull eyes couldn't help but light up, there were oranges! This is my favorite fruit. I hurriedly asked the boss: "Boss, how much are the oranges?" "Twenty yuan" the boss answered casually, counting the money in his hand. "Twenty? You really fly up and eat people!" I left angrily and helplessly. Boom! The weather changed, thunder started, Xia Zhen was a naughty child, he must have been whipped again. Two drops of rain fell on my shoulders, and I hurriedly came to the eaves to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain was as heavy as a pea, and the wind began to dance. At this time, a mother and her son also hid under the eaves, not far from me. The mother asked: "Son, are you cold?" "No - not cold." The son replied tremblingly. "Look at you, you still say you're not cold." The mother said distressedly as she took off her coat and put it on her son, "Here, put it on." "The son put on his mother's clothes and seemed much warmer, nestling in his mother's arms. But the mother's body was shaking a little. Seeing this, my heart seemed to be hit by something, and the past flashed before my eyes one by one. …….Isn’t it me who is writing at the desk? Isn’t it my mother who teaches me how to write? Isn’t it me who is breathing weakly on the hospital bed? Isn’t it my mother who brings me water and medicine? I can no longer stay where I am. I rushed into the rain... When I was almost home, I suddenly stopped. The background in front of me looked so familiar. It was my mother! She stood up quickly and held me in her arms, her tone full of anxiety: "Look. You don’t wear more clothes when you go out, and you don’t bring an umbrella. What if you catch a cold? "I didn't say anything, and the warmth of happiness surged throughout my body. When I got home, my mother took out a plate of yellow fruits from the table and said, "Don't you love oranges? Today I just happened to see..." I couldn't hear the words behind it clearly, I just felt that my eyes were blurry... It's like eating bitter melon, it tastes bitter when you enter it, but after a while it becomes very sweet. It's really like happiness. , it seemed bitter at first, but then it became so sweet...