I look up at the sky, look at the sky's many white clouds, I want to white clouds in the world whether because of the pure and bright! In the clouds there are a few geese with their wings flying south, flying freely in the air, I thought: in the world of geese whether it is because of the wings flying and bright! Can not help but look down at the golden fields, I think: in the world of wheat is because of his golden, brilliant color and bright! Some people ask: What is bright in your world? I would answer: "Grandpa", my world is bright because of Grandpa!
He, once sitting under the pomegranate tree, looking up at the late dusk; he, once sitting in the woodshed with trembling hands to take the used-up books and outdated newspapers I left him, carefully flipping through them before finally throwing them into the fire; he, once sitting in the ......
He is my grandfather. The face of my grandfather, I will not forget. Her calloused, rough, cracked hands and that slightly vibrating lips and that wrinkled face have always been imprinted in my heart, wiped away, erased, washed away, forgotten.
I remember when I was a child, my parents worked outside, my grandfather was my only dependence, my grandfather used a wooden bar to weave my childhood dream. He used that cracked hand to make a four-leaf windmill for me, weaving my childhood.
Every day, I would come to that country road with my grandfather! I took the windmill made by my grandfather, a spring breeze blew, the hand of the windmill slowly rotated, as a child I knew it was a windmill. The windmill in my hand took me that childhood road to fly to the sky.
One day, I came to this country road with my grandfather, but there was no wind, and the windmill stood motionless in my hands. I muttered my little mouth and said, "There is no wind, the windmill will not turn, what to do!" Grandpa said, "If there is no wind, then you should look for the wind! "But where is the wind!" I asked in disbelief. "Then you have to run!" Grandpa said. So I ran, and the windmill turned slowly, and here he is, right here.
Looking back, it was the brilliant clouds in the sky, and there was grandpa's windmill and grandpa's teaching accompanying my growth. Your teaching gave me endless knowledge.
The past is unforgettable, cozy as yesterday, still swinging in the heart; respectively, easy to see each other as a dream, the true love is often in the heart.
The year is in a hurry. Flowers to grow, birds to fly, leaving their partners, flying to the blue sky, people want to dream, seek the ideal, to leave their old friends, leaving their native land, flying to the broader blue sky.
In order to study, early friends have been scattered around. The only thing that separates us from each other is our thoughts. Only thoughts of our friendship enduring; also thoughts of solidly erected, our friendship bridge; let us feel the happiness of thoughts, happiness is originally thoughts.
From the rising sun, to the high moon; from the grass grows, to the falling leaves; thoughts accompany us every bit of growth. When all the music is silent at night, when the house is full of starlight, I often sit in front of the window, tasting the moon thinking about people. A wonderful picture like a movie flashed in front of my eyes, friends' faces and smiles, hands and feet y remembered in my . I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The moonlight is so bright, the stars are so bright, the tears of happiness flow from the cheeks into the mouth, sweet. Oh! I have been long intoxicated in the thoughts, the warmth of happiness, unforgettable past, bit by bit, plucked my heartstrings, let me be intoxicated. Happiness turns out to be is the thought.
"Flying Hong sent a message of long memories, asked the old man cold and warm feelings" to a friend from afar blessing, send a greeting, and then it is a long time to wait and think about. Think of the excitement and happiness of your friend when he receives the letter, look forward to his reply, wait silently, think silently. That kind of happy feeling is fascinating. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
In the eyes of many people, thinking is painful and helpless. However, I have to say that thinking is happiness.
There are many kinds of happiness, like we now have food and drink, happy learning life is a kind of happiness. But in my heart, there is another kind of happiness called thoughts.
When I was a child, my mother had to go to Zhengzhou to listen to the class, had to leave for a while, ready for me to live in my grandmother's house. However, I already have a dependence on my mom, how can I easily agree to it? So, I cried and cried and grabbed my mom's clothes and didn't let her go.
At this time, my mother squatted down, touched my head and said gently: "Good girl, mom will be back in a few days, in addition to the exam soon, you have to study well, good exam, make mom happy." Hearing my mom's words, I thought to myself, "Yes, the exam is coming soon, I have to study hard, maybe I can get a good grade to show my mom during the time she is gone. When I thought of this, I reluctantly let go of her.
After a short time, it was time for the exam. Before the exam, I have been thinking about my mom, during the exam, thinking about my mom before she left those words also let me relax a lot. As a result, I got the desired grade in that exam.
When my mom came back, she was very happy to hear my results, and I was also very happy, but at the same time, I was puzzled and asked my mom, "Mom, why is it that when I think of you during the exams, it relaxes me a lot?" Mom smiled and said, "Let me ask you a question, did you miss me then?" I nodded. "That's the power of longing."
"What is the power of missing?" I asked, raising my little head in curiosity.
Mom touched my little head and said in a serious tone, "It is a kind of happiness, in a place, a strange or scared place, as long as the heart is thinking of the one they miss, they will be firm in their confidence, and will fight to defeat the difficulties in front of them, just to see the one they miss earlier and make her happy."
From that day on, I know another kind of happiness, which is to miss.
Thoughts are also a kind of happiness essay 4Recently, the mood is always very melancholy, I do not know if it is too much to miss the family, suddenly let me have a kind of want to rely on the idea, when they feel very helpless when I really realize what is happiness.
Happiness is a feeling, it does not have an absolute standard, as long as you carefully experience, it will be in a variety of forms in front of you, you can see, touch, when you feel the blue sky and white clouds are very beautiful, the taste of grass and soil smells very fragrant, thoughts and hangings of the day is very difficult to get through, which you must have felt the happiness.
Thoughts are a long lake, whenever the spring breeze blows, it will ripple, thoughts are an eternity, it is like a light that is lit day and night, always shining in my flowing thoughts, endless thoughts, such as a broken boat, rowing through the sad mood.
The past is dusty in the memory of the dream, the longer the parting, the deeper the thoughts. I often lost and boundless expectations, looking forward to a certain year, a certain month, a certain day unexpectedly, are dewdrops are the tears of the stars, you know that is also my tears. I am a lonely boat, longing for your warm harbor, no matter how far away the end of the world, I will gently sail to the shore, talking about the thoughts in the wind and waves.
Sad days, a drop of tears, composed of a fall and get up scene, sleepy days, a drop of sweat, cohesion of the joy of success and strong maturity, sadness I pursued, chasing the clouds in the sky, chasing the colorful days.
People's mood is new every day, it is important to be good at catching this wonderful feeling, that is the power to redevelop their lives. After the sadness is a new beginning, I will always be the optimistic self, so I hope that all the people around me every day to a new look to face every day of life. No matter what happens today, a brilliant tomorrow still belongs to you!
I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same boat, but I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same boat, but I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same boat. Blossoms and falls, miss the sad and far away students, you can remember we play together, together with the moon, together with the moon cakes, together with crying, together with laughter, together with the adults to be punished but also smiling scene, perhaps with the passage of time, drifting far away from it ......
Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day a few days we have a family of three and the Wang Sheng Dong We went to Huangshan Mountain to play together, along the way we found a lot of places have hung up the red flag, there are many children holding a small five-star red flag. We talked and laughed all the way until we arrived at our destination. The six of us just sat on the grass and looked up at the moon.
Another Mid-Autumn Festival, but on the other side, what is the scenery? Is she also missing her dear friend on this side? Remember, that year, that day, that night, our crisp, silver-bell-like laughter echoed in the small courtyard filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers ......
"The twilight clouds are collected and overflowed with cold, and the silver man is silent and turns the jade disk." The moon, like a shy maiden, moved its lotus steps lightly, also pulling my sight. I seemed to see the Chang'e dancing in the cold palace, and saw the moon flower fairy's eyes, and his tears of love. "There should be no hate, what is long to the parting round."
"You two girls, how suddenly so quiet? Come." The adults on the side are happy and smiling, Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion, family gathering. The air around them is so fragrant. The air around them is so fragrant. They are eating mooncakes with big mouthfuls of sweet satisfaction, and everything is so quiet and beautiful.
I like the quiet, beautiful holiday.
There is a kind of happiness, light as a spring, pure and colorless, light and tasteless, drink it all before you can slowly taste the flavor. It is a kind of bland happiness, if it is not.
There is a kind of happiness, its name is called thoughts. No matter how far you are in the future, no matter how lonesome you are at the moment, you will be a kind of quiet calm deep inside. You know, a corner of the world not far away, there is a it, will always miss you, will always worry about you, will always love you. Because of that thought, let your lonely life is no longer so confused. You will look at the side of a pair of lovebirds sweetly swimming around. You will also harbor a sense of relief for those adoring women in the past. Because, happiness, for everyone, is so little, so precious. Happiness to your heart full, so you can no longer fit those if the one-way happiness. You know, those things are just a person, lonely when the support. One day, it will go to its south, you will choose your north. In the netherworld, we will all go to the destiny of our happiness.
Thoughts, like the poet fingertips strumming the strings, quiet, grudging, teasing the heartstrings ......
Thoughts, in every sunny or hazy days.
Thoughts, with the heart beating together, burned every minute, every second, every bit of life.
Thoughts, if it is, but lingering.
You know what you're living for in these twenty years?
You, whether you are still in the sea of people looking for a, Ping Shui met it?
Are you still alone, walking in a familiar and unfamiliar city, watching lively and lonely movies, listening to joyful and sad songs?
Will there be a day when you wake up early in the morning and remember a little bit of your dream? So you smile sweetly as you begin to miss someone~
There is a kind of happiness called missing.
Don't be at a loss, you will be happy in this life.