The composition 1 in full bloom at that moment is a blue brick alley, with slender back, light sugar and long drinks, which reminds me of my childhood.
Grandpa, who sells candied haws for a living, is very busy every day. In all kinds of industries, I firmly believe that this is a popular and good job, at least in my childhood.
Whenever I stare at the seductive Sugar-Coated Berry, my grandpa knows my little greedy cat's intention, but he always agrees. I always praise my kindergarten friends that I have a good grandfather and often invite them to eat for free. People are getting thinner, so my grandfather will make another copy for me. At that moment, I was very happy. Look, grandpa took out a bunch of bright red hawthorn skewers and slowly sprinkled the adjusted syrup. Look! Hawthorn has put on a new coat. I stared at the way hawthorn rolled in the syrup jar, and my mouth watered ... Soon, Sugar-Coated Berry was fresh out of the pot. The syrup on the cold Sugar-Coated Berry is crunchy, and I was crunchy at the first bite. "Yang Yang, I don't know how many years I can do this Sugar-Coated Berry for you." Young and ignorant, I didn't think so much, just thinking about delicious Sugar-Coated Berry. "Grandpa's cooking is the best. I want to be with you forever! " I clap breast way. Grandpa handed me the candied haws and touched my little head with relief. I ate Sugar-Coated Berry with relish, and at that moment, happiness bloomed.
In the evening, my grandfather and I walked home with a cart. Along the way, I chatted with my grandfather, and there were endless words, and laughter filled the whole alley. At that moment, happiness bloomed.
Things have changed for several years, I have reached youth, and my grandfather has entered his twilight years. My hair is gray and my back is bent, but I am still busy. I still stick to this profession and never give up. Grandma and mom tried several times without success, but grandpa was still persistent and used to it, so stay with him for a lifetime! I know that grandpa's persistence is not only a goodwill to the craft, but also an persistence to the wonderful time I spent with grandpa!
Then, every time I recall the moment full of faint sugar fragrance, I always feel that happiness blooms at that moment.
In the trickle of years, grandpa's ancient craft of making sugar-coated haws is no longer brilliant, and even gradually disappears from the world, but I still stay in the time when there are sugar-coated haws, and stay in the moment of blooming happiness.
At that moment, the sculptor has been concentrating on carving his own work-bust portrait recently. After many sleepless nights, this work has now been presented to the sculptor, with smooth lines and lifelike body parts. In the eyes of others, this is a perfect work, but he still looks at his work with a frown. It didn't achieve the effect in his mind, and I always felt that this work had some shortcomings.
"Oh, forget it, go out and relax and clear your head!" Then he opened the door and threw himself into the bright spring.
It's a sunny day. The blue sky is dotted with several lovely white clouds. Even the air is sweet, and the buds of green grass appear on the earth. The sculptor who stayed in the house for a long time was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of nature and could not help but look up and spread his arms. He seems to be expressing his feelings and embracing this beautiful spring. However, a discordant scene caught his eye. A man in rags is bending over to find something in a mushroom-shaped trash can next to the green grass. The sculptor was deeply dissatisfied with his destruction of this beautiful scenery.
So he paced away with his hands behind his back, and everything around him showed a thriving and vibrant scene, and leisurely people were walking. At this time, he noticed a mother and son playing by the lake. The young mother sat on the bench, with a happy, kind and charming smile on her face, staring at the children who were playing around two years old. He felt "beautiful" in his heart! Completely immersed in this warmth. Suddenly the child fell into the water, and the mother struggled to save the child. It has been said that even a timid woman will be like a female wolf who is not afraid of anything when her child is in danger. Now the sculptor finally understands the meaning of this sentence. The child was saved by her mother's struggle, but her mother struggled in the water because she was unable to do so.
There was a lot of discussion among the onlookers, and no one went down to save people. The sculptor was about to dive when he heard a splash and someone saved him. After a while, his mother was rescued and her face was bloodless. When he looked up and saw the heroic rescuer, he couldn't help being surprised. This man is the man who is in rags and hates him. He left with a bag of wet garbage.
He was shocked by his great mother and heroic spirit of saving lives. In an instant, he found the real beauty. This flower-like beauty is exactly what his works lack.
At that moment, happiness was like a drop of water, which reflected the radiant light through the sunlight. Its existence permeates the natural green, washes away the dust, and makes the dirty world completely restored.
The cold wind took away the sadness of autumn and yellow, and painted the ruthlessness of winter, just like white.
The snow outside the classroom window is still falling. Although it is very small, it still depicts the unique vicissitudes of winter. When I was sick, my mind seemed to enter another world, where there was only pain and irritability. Finally, the bell rang, there was no afterglow on the horizon, and darkness gradually came. The students left in a hurry like off-line kites and rushed to the warm embrace. I stood by the chilly station, always looking for a familiar figure, but I bowed my head in disappointment. When I stepped on the bus home, the lights in the street seemed dim against the snow. Even the once bustling streets have become deserted. The cold wind blew, and people in the street couldn't help raising their collars, as if the last leaf on the tree had been torn off alive. Colorful neon lights didn't bring a trace of warmth. Maybe it's a warm place on a crowded bus. The snow outside the car became very heavy and was blown around like a butterfly by the wind.
The car stopped and was finally pushed out of the car. Standing on the platform, wondering how to go home in this weather, snow makes the way home longer, not to mention the trouble of getting sick. Another cold wind came, and I heard a familiar and haggard voice, which was blown away by the wind. Looking back suddenly, I was shocked: Has my mother been here? I don't know how long she has been waiting. Snowflakes inexplicably fell on her face, on the hair with traces of time, aging a lot, and the wrinkles around her eyes were a little deep. Her eyes were bloodshot, and the hot air from her nostrils merged with the cold air, but she still had a kind of joy. I rushed over and she hugged me with a pair of safe and warm hands. There is a distant stream flowing in the gap of my heart, with the fragrance of love. At this moment, happiness and love bloom instantly. It plays the tenderness of notes, listens to the inner call and ripples with love.
Happiness, instant. Sometimes great and fleeting love is not as good as the little happiness around you. Large tracts of snowflakes set off a silent happiness, and washing away brings happiness.
Happiness blooms at that moment.
At that moment, I burst into tears; At that moment, I was extremely happy; At that moment, the flower of happiness in my heart quietly bloomed!
At that moment, I stopped in a diary, and the memories were replayed in front of me. ...
"Pa" I slammed the door angrily and fell on the bed, just like a small animal venting its anger. I quarreled with my mother just now, and my heart was full of resentment. "You don't care about me at all! Busy all day, busy, busy ... "More think more injustice. All the causes and effects come to mind together. Tears can't stop. I got up and went to my parents' bedroom to get toilet paper. I accidentally dropped my mother's pillow. At this moment, a square thing fell. I looked at it coldly. It was an exquisite diary! I picked it up and rummaged it, but ...
What caught my attention was my mother's exquisite handwriting, which was so neat. "Baby is not feeling well today. What should I do? " ..... ""My baby is very depressed today, I don't know what happened ... ""My baby's grades are very good, my baby ... "Every word is about me, and I also collected some pictures I scribbled when I was a child, crooked words and so on, all neatly sandwiched in it!
At that moment, I was shocked Everything I lost was carefully collected and treasured by my mother! At that moment, I was like thunder, remembering the quarrel with my mother just now, and I was even more ashamed. ...
Tears welled up again, wetting mother's handwriting. Looking at every word about my growth, every word comes from my heart, and happiness slowly flows into my heart, filling my insides. At that moment, I saw the warm spring in bloom, the flowers blooming and the birds singing in unison. Happiness bloomed at that moment, so fragrant and sweet, but also a little sour. ...
At that moment, I remembered my mother's smiling face. Happiness flowed in my heart every time I grew up, just like a clear spring nourishing my dry heart. At that moment, the happiness that has been numb for a long time plucked the strings again and played the music of happiness. ...
Happiness blooms at that moment, I have a diary in my hand, and the tearful picture is eternal. Tears blurred my eyes and my heart, and I was so happy at that moment ...
I woke up like a dream, suddenly got up, rushed to my mother's side, hugged her and said, "Mom, I was wrong just now. I'm sorry!" Mom, I love you! " Happiness bloomed affectionately at that moment. ...
Happiness has many meanings: a person who wins a grand prize is happy; When you are helpless, it is also happy for your friends to give you timely help. It is even happier for a family to meet again after a long separation. -inscription
It was a quiet night in winter, and our family sat together and ate steaming hot pot. While it was delicious, I couldn't help thinking, "It should be a happy and romantic atmosphere. Why can't I feel it at all? " Mother said nothing but sighed.
The next morning, the sun shone into the house through the window and basked inside, which was warm and comfortable. I yawned lazily and got out of bed reluctantly. Soon, my stomach growled, so I had to shout, "Mom! Hurry up and cook, I am starving! " But like a heavy object falling on the quilt, there is no reply.
I had to get dressed and look into the living room: my father went to work, and my mother didn't know where she went. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. what can I do? Don't I eat breakfast? As the saying goes, "people are iron rice and steel." Should I starve to death? God curse me!
I had to go to the kitchen, but the kitchen seemed cleaner than before and went to the living room. The hot pot I ate last night is on the table, only soup is left. I walked into the bedroom in frustration and remembered eating hot pot last night. "Well, I really regret saying that I am unhappy. Maybe this is karma. "
I held it until noon, and my mother finally came back. I rushed to complain, and before I could speak, my eyes were attracted by the fried chicken and bread in my mother's hand and I grabbed it and ate it. Mom looked at it and said, "Are you hungry?" "hmm." I didn't even look up. I continued to eat delicious food.
Watching my mother look at my eyes, an inexplicable warm current welled up in my heart, and I realized that this is happiness! Mom is really kind to me!
Happiness blooms at that moment. ...
Happiness at that moment has nothing to do with money, status or power. It is like a wild flower, which may bloom suddenly and unexpectedly on the roadside, in the mountains, by the stream, in a drizzly spring morning, in a quiet and idle afternoon, or in a cold winter night!
The house is located in a secluded suburb with a simple appearance. The green grass grows all the way to the steps, but the owner doesn't have it carved from the roots, and he has no intention of eradicating it. He loves green grass and the spring it brings. There are several plantains and bamboo poles in the yard. When I open the window, my eyes are full of fresh and pleasant green. What if I am demoted? What if you are excluded? Wouldn't it be more comfortable not to have to deal with complicated official duties? Wouldn't it be quieter not to deal with the noise of the party? Wouldn't it be more satisfying not to face unpleasant things? In your spare time, look at Buddhist scriptures, play guqin, smell tea, meet friends, watch the smoke curling up, and happiness will bloom at that moment!
This is the happiness of Liu Yuxi, the happiness that an open-minded immigrant feels when he is left out in the cold and hit!
The beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain have already grown out of the ground, but the grass under the ground is more lush than the bean seedlings. In the morning, I carried a hoe to weed, and I was busy until the sun went down and the moon rose. The night in the mountains is quiet, and the chirping of insects comes and goes. The path in the mountain is very narrow, and both sides are covered with weeds. I walked and my clothes were wet with dew on the grass tips. But what's the harm? Didn't you hear my heartbeat breathing freely? Didn't you hear my strained heart singing all the way? Don't you see that the flower of happiness in my heart has quietly bloomed at the moment I look at the bright moon?
This is the happiness of Tao Yuanming, the happiness of a hermit! I would rather live an honest and clean life than go with the flow. For the sake of spiritual freedom, I do not hesitate to abandon officialdom. If I am dissatisfied with the dark reality, I will creatively create a peaceful and beautiful peach blossom garden, a happy peach blossom garden, and push away the flowers that many future generations yearn for!
Those happy flowers opened one after another. From ancient times to the present, from their hearts to our hearts, they have been blooming. They will continue to move forward, and they will continue to go further and further into the future.
Life is like a blank sheet of paper, we need to decorate it with some colors; Life is like a staff, we need to add some notes, so I have a dream in my heart. It is like a precious pearl in a shell. Every moment, a ray of light shines through the crack of the shell. I know it is waiting to be opened one day. I know if I have a dream, I must make it fly!
In a conversation with my father, I once realized that any fantasy is a cloud. Only by doing what is in front of us can we prove everything. Only by down-to-earth efforts can we gain, smile and bloom a 750-word composition at that moment.
That conversation was two weeks before the final exam. I understand that it is time for me to study hard and treat all this well. I studied at all the next day and worked hard all day. Although, I do know that in the days before the exam, no matter how hard I try, it is meaningless to fight. I just want to explore a little hope and a miracle for my dream. In those days, my mother accompanied me every day. During the day and in class, I try not to be distracted. When class is over, I will watch the lecture several times; In the evening, my mother accompanied me to review, and the review materials have long been "sauerkraut". However, all these efforts have not produced any results. ...
That night, I cried desperately, not complaining, but blaming myself and sighing. I know this is the result I deserve, and it is something I must go through before I succeed. Although I failed this time, one idea in my heart has never changed, that is, never give up on my dream; Although I failed this time, it gave me the motivation to move forward; Although I failed this time, I have learning experience. Isn't that what the saying goes? Failure is the mother of success. How can we succeed without failure?
A winter vacation has passed, a new semester, a new starting point, a new beginning, and a brand-new' self'. From then on, I kept reminding myself to be a down-to-earth student, to study hard, not to think too far about the future, but to focus on the first small step, and then take the next step after this step until I get to where I want to go.
I firmly believe that one day in the future, I will hold a pen to decorate my life; One day in the future, I will open my shell; One day in the future, the smile will bloom at that moment!
One winter morning, the air was filled with mist and blended with snow. Dewdrops on the leaves were covered with snow. I got out of bed excitedly and crept out to see the snow scene alone. My mother says the snow scene in the morning is the most beautiful and whitest.
Out of the door, I met Bai Sheng. Snow is everywhere, so beautiful. I stepped forward, but I seemed to step on something. I raised my leg and there was a seed the size of a fist. I brushed away the snow beside him and saw that it was a small flower bed, but no one wanted it. I heard from my neighbor that the owner of this family has moved to another place, that's all, but I want to ask what kind of flower it is. But I don't know if it's true, so I have to hold it and walk indoors against the unique smell of winter.
When I got home, my family was still awake, but I heard the traffic outside. I sat on the balcony with this seed and started to be with him. My heart is full of doubts, thinking about what flower this tree is. Sitting in red, bright yellow or pure white, my mother woke up and asked her eagerly, "What kind of seed is this?" I found it in the snow. ""This is hyacinthus orientalis, and its flowers are delicious. " "Really? "My eyes are shining, as if full of hope for this hyacinthus orientalis plant, so I water and fertilize it every day, leaving none, hoping that it will open as soon as possible every day.
Walking, walking, it is pale white, but it is not the snow scene of that winter. ...
In a certain corner, the blooming white hyacinthus orientalis, every seed, is working hard. The white hyacinthus orientalis that blooms in the cold wind brings me joy and excitement. Its petals are white and small, hanging upside down on the green branches and leaves like bells. When the wind blows, the petals swing slightly, giving off a burst of hearty bells and standing proudly. hyacinthus orientalis's stems are light green, and the flowers wrapped in green leaves are in the distance.
I make an agreement with you that we will meet again in early spring next year.
Happiness is invisible at that moment, but it is what everyone in the world needs. Happiness is all around us. You have to rely on your heart to find it and feel it.
Recently, I watched the award ceremony of CCTV's Looking for the Most Beautiful Filial Teenager.
Among them, what impressed me deeply was Yu Yunhui, a good boy with excellent academic performance in Zhejiang Province, who was called "steamed stuffed bun girl".
Her parents have been selling steamed buns at the market gate for more than 20 years, and the busiest time is always six or seven o'clock in the morning. Although I made preparations in advance, I was still in a hurry when there were many people. Her parents' hard work showed her. Since the age of seven, she has helped her parents make steamed buns.
At five o'clock in the morning, while the other children were still dreaming, her alarm clock rang, so there was no need for the children to stay in bed. She turned over, got dressed, simply freshened up and began to help her father.
13 years old, she is very skilled in making steamed buns. In just one minute, the buns around me have occupied a small area. You can make a steamed stuffed bun in an average of one or two seconds. Compared with your "master" father, this is already shine on you and better than Blue. Helping parents and taking care of their families has never affected their studies. Every day when she is busy at home, she will always consciously finish the homework assigned by her teacher, so that her grades have always been among the best and she can get three good students every year.
Although it's fast, it takes a lot of time and energy to sell 1500 yuan a day on average, and the place where buns are wrapped is next to the stove. After an hour or two, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her clothes smelled of greasy and burning coal.
Look at yourself every day, reach for clothes and eat with your mouth open. When you are unhappy, you contradict your parents. I always feel that in our eyes, parents are the most verbose, demanding and incomprehensible people. He is not here when you need him, and he is too wordy when you want to be quiet.
Look at yourself after seeing others, and suddenly feel how happy I am. Not only have to worry about housework, but also parents' care and care, afraid of being tired. Compared with them, it's almost day by day.
At that moment, everyone longed for happiness, and everyone lived in happiness. Happiness means having a good life, and happiness is a feeling that hits the soul directly. I am a child growing up in happiness. In my life journey, happiness bloomed brilliantly at that moment.
I remember when I was a child, I was a sick child. I often go to the hospital regularly. It's a pity that God turned against me and gave me anemia and dizziness. In the hospital, I was often disgusted by the smell of blood. Maybe the hospital and I are sworn enemies.
One winter night when I was four years old, I was really sick. Dad picked me up and ran to the hospital. Finally arrived at the hospital, and a series of tests exhausted me. I lay helpless in my father's arms, and even my eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to droop inadvertently. I really want to make a noise, but my throat seems to be caught by the devil.
Dad seemed to know something, hesitated, and immediately picked me up and set off. After walking for a while, we arrived at our destination. I smelled blood sensitively and buried my head in my father's arms like an ostrich. But a strange and cold hand took mine. I froze, tears streaming down my face. Tears are cold and cold, passing through my tender and fearful face bit by bit. I wonder what will happen soon. The unknown future makes me feel confused and afraid. I pulled out my hand and tried to break free. Dad gently picked me up, took my hand and slowly and heavily handed it to those cold hands. I am afraid, but I am tired. I can only do nothing. A pain brought me back to reality. I screamed and watched him draw blood from me, which made me dizzy. Suddenly, a pair of hands quietly covered my eyes, just like a feather falling down. Is it dad? It's dad! I was rescued like a drowning man. I immediately found a feeling of shelter and happiness.
I am not close to my father, which may be one of the few close memories between me and my father. At that time, I was still very young, and I probably didn't understand the feeling of happiness. But after so many years, I still miss the feeling of being sheltered and the feeling of happiness blooming.
It is a pity that there is no happy life. But I have experienced countless happy moments. Even if it is hindered in the process of growth, it cannot stop happiness from blooming in a gorgeous moment.
The composition that bloomed at that moment 1 1 If my life is a lively river, singing forward every day, then the colorful stones at the bottom of the river will record every moment in my life. Look! This stone records the moments that make me happy.
It was a manic summer. Cicada is tirelessly chirping in the tree. I'm sitting in the classroom, and my mind is a mess. Faced with a strange topic, I feel irritable. The classroom is as hot as a steamer, and my consciousness is gradually blurred. ...
The next day, I looked at the harsh scores on the test paper, and my tears kept falling for some reason, and I gradually fainted when I hit the test paper. My heart seems to have been punched hard, my feet seem to have been filled with lead, and I seem to have been crushed in place. I dare not go home, and I dare not imagine my parents' expression after seeing the test paper. This is the first time in my life, the first time I did so badly in the exam.
In the end, I listened to reason. I walked to the door mechanically and opened it with a straight face. But I saw my parents sitting on the sofa, looking forward to it. My mother came and took my bag. "How's it going? Have the exam results come out? " I dare not look up at my mother. I just blushed and mumbled my score. "What?" One side of the father asked as if hard of hearing. I buried my head very low and my face was burning. I walked into the room without saying a word and closed the door.
I don't know how long it took, when the dark night color weaved into the sky, my door suddenly creaked. I looked by moonlight and it turned out to be my father. His expression was calm, without any blame or anger. A pair of eyes crawling with crow's feet exudes tenderness and understanding. He didn't speak, we just looked at each other silently. My father came over gently and stroked my hair with his generous and warm palm. "It doesn't matter, dad believes you, you will do well in the exam next time!" "Dad's palm is so warm. I feel a warm current flowing from the top of my head to my heart, melting my heart. A feeling called happiness blooms like a flower at that moment. Somehow, I feel that the bond between my father and me seems to be connected. ...
If my life is a river, the temperature of my father's palm that day is one of the stones that make me happy. At that moment, happiness bloomed like a flower. ...