In the depths of my memory, there has always been such a mass of red-the boy in red, big bipolar eyes, bright smile, and the hot summer that year. The flame that always jumps around melts the usual peace, loneliness and reserve, and even the whole mood and life. So the eyebrows are always high and the corners of the mouth are always flying. Through the hot summer and the clear autumn, it has completely gone through passion and dullness. If there are two kinds of happiness, one is vigorous and thrilling, and the other is refreshing and just right, then that year, I once had both.
Then the boy left, and his eyes blinked farther and farther. The once dazzling red was pale and weak, but I remembered a sentence by Andersen: "All fireworks that can fly to the sky are beautiful."
Poverty after beauty is cruel, but the beauty when fireworks bloom is already in my heart. At this moment, I am recalling and introspecting; There are joys and sorrows in my heart. However, whether it is pain or happiness, time and memory are selective, and pain can enter the heart, but only happiness can be remembered for a long time. If a loss can buy the perfection of the future and a short time can buy the eternity of the future, then a spark will be beautiful, because it will light more beautiful fireworks, and the morning star will be happy, because it will bring a brilliant day.
One night later, my father took a photo, just glanced at it and smiled. There are four young people in the photo, all smiling. That smile was so beautiful and pure-it was my father's good friend as you and me when he was young, and even the new house when he married his mother was paved and painted by those people. Later, my grandmother had a cerebral hemorrhage, and my father was away. Several people ran around and borrowed a tricycle to take my grandmother to the hospital. However, it was a long time ago. When they were young, they often got together during the Chinese New Year holidays. Later, more and more busy work, various meetings and entertainment opened an invisible wall between them. They even see each other less and always complain that they are busy. Is that smile a response from the people in the film, or an instant response? Like other middle-aged people who are at the peak of their career and the wave of change, their father is trying to pursue and ignore it; I got it and lost it. In this difficult choice, I gradually forgot the final definition of happiness and the initial direction of struggle. It is wrong to put friendship on the scale and weigh it with future and career, and it is even more wrong to give up.
That night, my father and I had a long talk about life and happiness. That scene reminds me of another night, when my mother was taken to the emergency center by a roaring ambulance. At night, in the white cold, my father said a lot of words, just like the ticking of clocks and watches and the ticking of liquid in infusion bottles. The peaceful tone diluted those terrible diseases, that turbulent era, and many dramatic adventures that overlapped in my childhood. During my father's absence, most of these difficulties were borne by my mother. That night, I kept holding my mother's hand. And a few months later, in the same white dress, my alma mater took my hand and crossed one dangerous beach after another. Although this same action is not a coincidence or a reward, I clearly feel the affection flowing in our mother and daughter's hearts. Even if one day, I lost the whole world, even if one day, my parents finally left me, the affection flowing in my blood will support me forever, forever.
On that night, on that night when ordinary people should have felt fear and sadness, my heart was at ease. It was also that night that I silently defined happiness in my mind. Love, friendship, affection ... keep flashing in my mind.
[brief comment]
Life is never short of touching truth, what is lacking is the grasp and understanding of this truth. This paper captures three pictures of life and defines happiness from three angles: love, friendship and affection. After reading it, there seems to be a warm sense of happiness rising from the bottom of my heart. When describing love, the article says, "A flame is always beating around us, melting dullness and tranquility, loneliness and reserve". Everyone has encountered this hazy feeling at a unique age, but not everyone can express this feeling in delicate language. When writing about affection, "I kept holding my mother's hand that night ... This same action, although not a coincidence or a reward, clearly felt the surging affection between our mother and daughter", and the language was sincere and beautiful. This requires us not only to remember "moving people with emotion" when writing narratives, but also to express the most touching things in life in the most literary language.
On the basis of narration, the article uses philosophical arguments to appropriately and profoundly express the unspeakable true feelings of ordinary people. In order to achieve the purpose of "sensational", narrative should not only describe things clearly, but also use a variety of expressions to fully show the subtle feelings inside. As for the ability of language expression, only by accumulating and improving bit by bit in peacetime can the article be more literary.
Happiness is something that everyone wants to pursue. But some people don't need an ordinary, fiery heart to embrace their immediate happiness, and still secretly complain. ...
I often wonder what happiness is. Today, I know what happiness is.
On the sports ground, a fierce competition is going on. At this time, I am at the starting line of the 800-meter race. I'm worried. Can I stand the torment of four laps? "Bang" familiar gunshots sounded, and I was worried-will something happen to my body?
"come on Come on! " A cheer sounded, and I finally reached the finish line by will! Fortunately, I have no pain except leg weakness. I happily took the water and walked back to the rest place. A classmate came to help me. Hey, why can't I see anything in front of me? My feet are weak. I'm tired. Sit down. My body is very uncomfortable. I grabbed my classmate's hand with my hand. "Catch it!" Never mind, I hope it will be better, "said the classmate." However, I tried to hold back my uncomfortable hand and grabbed the red road from my classmates. But she did not show any unhappiness. It turns out that my friend is like this ... I am sincerely happy. So this is happiness. Happiness is no longer that naive idea. Little by little, the concern of my friends makes me feel happy. Previously, what happened? This caring word is closely linked with happiness and echoes in my ears.
When you are uncomfortable, you are even more "attacked". The worries on the students' faces are even more anxious. "I want to go home ..." I finally.
Spit out whispers. "Let's help you go home." The students said in unison. They help me, move slowly. I really can't walk. My feet are weak. The students seem to see this. "I can't walk. I'll drive you there. " He helped me into the car. The students scrambled to go home early to relieve my discomfort. I leaned back and shed tears of happiness on my face.
I'm going upstairs. Without saying a word, they helped me upstairs. They are all sweating, and their clothes are soaked with sweat. Their two little faces show their concern for me. They helped me to grandma's side and I lay in bed. Before I could say "thank you", they quietly closed the door and left. They sent me home with difficulty and left without drinking a mouthful of water. ...
What a happy thing it is! When you need care and help, isn't it very happy to get care and help from friends and classmates? Waiting for classmates. Friends make you feel warm and friendly. Aren't you happy?
Actually, happiness is not far away. Listen carefully to its footsteps coming to you ... listen, it's coming!
Let's embrace the happiness of tomorrow!