I was so happy that time.

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I was so happy that time. What is happiness? Happiness is the comfort after failure; Encouragement after being down and out; Help after a fall. The definition of happiness varies from person to person. In my mind, happiness is actually very simple.

Parents' first love is happy. That time, I was really happy.

One winter, the north wind roared, and I walked alone in the cold snow. The dim street lamps on the roadside stick to their posts alone, and the soft snow under their feet makes a "squeaking" sound every step.

"Well, there's no one on the road in such a cold day, and my parents didn't come to pick me up. They are really relieved! But what can I do? Mom has gone to take care of her sick grandfather, and dad has to go to work. " I can't help complaining.

I curled up in the strong wind and went home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the dark room, and my heart suddenly became cold. "Why no one!" "I shivered, belly growled at this moment. I rubbed my frozen hands and went into the kitchen, but I got lost. There is nothing in the kitchen to satisfy my hunger. Suddenly, I lost my temper and rushed into the house, slamming the door and doing my homework.

Just when I was hungry, the room smelled of milk tea. "Is dad back?" At this time, my door was gently pushed open, and my father came in, put the milk tea in my hand and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry, my father came back late." Don't be angry. " I still ignore my dad. Seeing me like this, he quietly went out and closed the door.

At this time, I looked at steaming milk tea, my eyes gradually became moist, and a warm current came to my mind. I was so happy at that moment.

True happiness is like this, so I was silent. Happiness is that simple. It may be a kind word from parents, a sincere greeting and a sweet smile.

Happiness is a clear spring, an oasis, selfless dedication and life in Hui Ze.

At that time, I was really happy. The intense rehearsal in the morning made the people in the recitation performance group exhausted and slowly walked to the dormitory, starting a beautiful nap time. ...

In the hot sun, after gymnastics, the actors of our group ran to the music room again and began rehearsing in the afternoon. In the heat, the teacher shouted, "Let's start rehearsing, everyone is in order!" " "We recite our lines loudly over and over again. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes and forty minutes passed, and we gasped and rested in the same place. The aunt who delivered the milk came over. She was very kind to me before, so I greeted her with a smile: "Hello, teacher!" " "I never thought she was approachable before, but she walked straight up to me with a straight face ...? Why is she so cold? Forget it. Rehearsal is the most important thing. Go on reciting your lines.

"Continue to rehearse! Quick! " We read aloud again, and gradually, my head began to faint, and I stood stagger. The teacher seemed to find something wrong with me, but gave me an uncharacteristically contemptuous look, which startled me, and then I fell down. Next to me is my modest and optimistic best friend, and we played very well, the kind that other students envied. "What are you doing, get up! Do not waste my time! What a shame! " I may never believe that this heartless remark came from my intimate mouth, but it did happen ... my feet were numb, I couldn't move, and I had a headache.

I half fainted on a classmate's leg "bah! Get up! " Everyone turned a blind eye to me, but I smiled and caught a glimpse of the teacher's numb face! I had to get up alone and walk out the door step by step ... The teacher sneered in a low voice: "heatstroke?" With such poor physical fitness ... "

"Ah! Get up! The nap is over! " I quickly sat up and looked at the smiling classmates. For the first time, I felt the beauty of harmonious coexistence, and that uncomfortable feeling vanished. Fortunately, this is a dream, not a reality … I feel happy.

That was really fun. There is a kind of love called maternal love, which has been eulogized by human beings for thousands of years for its tolerance, thoughtfulness and broadness. There is also a kind of love, but it is often wrapped in severity and covered by subtle care, and people have lost their due understanding and respect for it. This is fatherly love.

I remember one time, I ignored my mother's warning and was still playing with a knife. One accidentally inserted the knife into my finger, making me sweat, rubbing it with my hand and shaking my legs. After a while, my mother came, her face was full of sadness, and she seemed to know about my injury. She picked me up and walked to the infirmary. In the crowd, I looked for him in despair. I hoped he would show up soon, look at me or give me a hug, but he didn't show up. My heart suddenly fell to the bottom. Although my hand is still bleeding, I can't feel any pain because my heart is already stiff. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow freely. Hand injury and pain; But more heartache, biting pain?

I lay in the hospital all night. When I woke up, it was still midnight. The nurse whispered to me, "Little girl, you are so happy. Your father was afraid that you would wake up without anyone, so he kept himself by the bed. No, he just fell asleep. "

What? Father stayed up all night for me? I looked up at the ceiling, tears blurred my vision again, and old scenes reappeared in my mind: my car chain fell off, who repaired it and who wiped it? Who cooled me down again and again when I was in a fever and coma? It's all his. Where would I be without him? Looking at my father's black hair mixed with a little silver hair, I know that this is a trace left by years. Am I a little selfish? Have I never felt it with my heart?

Father loves mountains. Unexpectedly, in this season when the chill is about to recede and spring is coming, I feel such a heavy fatherly love for the first time. Come on, let's feel the faint fatherly love with our hearts.

I was so happy that time. Motherly love begins and ends without a reason. If you are a mother's child, an umbrella is happiness. I don't believe you. ...

That blue, Ming Che is like the sky.

When I was a child, on rainy days, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and I can only see a blue sky without rain. My heart has also turned into a blue sky.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half the sky of my mother was gloomy and gloomy. The wind mixed with raindrops fell into my mother's gray sky. My mother's shoulders were wet and my hair on my forehead was wet, but I was still in a blue and rainless sky.

"Mom's umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, it's not crooked!" Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mother stubbornly said, "really, really not." Blue sky, I am really happy.

Later, when I grew up, I didn't have to ask my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded bit by bit, and I once forgot it.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that it was the blue umbrella on a rainy day. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue sky without rain, and I am in a gray sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked." My mother reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked,no." I was silent for a long time under the umbrella, but when I looked back, I saw crystal drops of water across my mother's face and cheeks. Gray sky, I am so happy.

Finally, I understand that my mother has propped up a rainless sky for me for so long. Now I want to give my mother a happy day. Meng Jiao once said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and you have won three spring rays."

So, I was tied to a blue umbrella. I'm the one who fights the midnight oil every night. I'm the one who studies hard ... The happiest person is me.

I was so happy that time. "Does Mom understand why I like winter?" The snow outside is enjoying the peace he brings. "You like snow!" "Yes, remember last year? I made a snowman with you. But the next day, the snow melted and the snowman disappeared. You said the snowman would come back. Really? " My mother smiled, and I smiled helplessly. I smiled so naively.

In my mother's arms, the last sentence before going to bed: "Will the snowman come back tomorrow?" My mother's smile is always so kind, "Mm-hmm, go to sleep quickly." With the warmth of my mother's meeting and the expectation of the snowman, I closed my eyes.

Late at night, I seem to hear the sound of shovels rubbing the ground and piercing the cold night in my dream. I am so scared that I want to get into my mother's arms, but I can't touch anything. I was about to cry, struggling, and only when I grabbed a cold hand did I calm down.

The first bird song in the morning, mixed with brilliant morning light, passed through the blurred glass window. I was thinking about the nightmare the night before, a vivid dream, and my mother was still sleeping. I noticed the rise of wings. Pushing open the door, a lovely snowman is smiling at me. The golden morning sun shone on his face, which looked particularly beautiful. After the ground was covered with snow, the faint footprints came into view. Why wasn't I excited at that moment? Why was I sad at that moment? Perhaps, at that moment, I understood that last night's nightmare was not a dream. At that moment, I understood why my mother's hands were so cold. I can't imagine the cold force last night, but it is definitely comparable to others.

"Mom!" I am overwhelmed with emotion and can't speak. Who gave the snowman a smile and who met my expectations?

Snow is falling quietly. Listen, it's snowing. Look, it's tender feelings like catkins. Mom, do you know why I like winter? Because it won't be cold with you. ...

I turned around and found my mother standing behind me all the time. At that moment, the world became so quiet. Snowman looked at me and smiled. I looked at my mother and smiled. Her smiling eyes were filled with tears of happiness.

I was so happy that time. In my childhood memory, there are many unforgettable things: being happy; Sad; Regret; What I have lost is what I remember the most, and it is a happy thing.

I remember when I was six years old, my parents took my first artistic photo in my life. At that age, I liked taking pictures best.

On the way to the photo studio, I kept asking my parents about taking pictures. I'm still a little nervous. I was very excited when I arrived at the place and entered the studio. I saw all kinds of colorful beautiful clothes hanging on the whole wall. I look around from time to time. Mom said softly, do you like it? I kept nodding with a smile.

Finally, it's our turn. The photographer smiled and said, "Which one of you took it?" Mom and dad said in unison, "It's for the children." Next, I will be busy making up, combing my hair and changing clothes. My mother is also around to help me tidy my clothes, tidy my hair and remind me to relax from time to time, so that the photos I take will look good. Dad is responsible for making me laugh when taking pictures. I saw my father telling jokes at one moment and making ridiculous moves at another. I'm not nervous at all. The photographer seemed to be amused by his father's joke and smiled from ear to ear. Happy times always pass quickly, and four sets of photos have been taken unconsciously. The photographer said, "Do you want to take another family photo?" Dad said, "Yes, we haven't taken pictures together for a long time." Say that finish, looked at his mother. "Let's take a picture together." Dad said. Mom smiled and nodded.

A family portrait looks ordinary to others, but it seems very happy to me. Because my father works in other places, he spends most of his time with his mother. It's rare for a family to eat together. To this day, this is the only family photo in our family.

Family photos are happy memories!

That was really fun. The sky is happy because it is vast, the earth is happy because it is colorful, the ocean is happy because it is full of vitality … and I am happy because of that success!

The golden autumn sunshine shines on the 400-meter runway, the autumn wind slowly blows through the treetops, and cheers resound through the big playground. I am rushing to the finish line with shouts! But I don't know why, but I fell to the ground at the moment when I was close to the finish line. Alas! I failed! My lonely figure, gradually submerged in laughter.

I came home with a cold heart and dark clouds and poured out my unhappiness and dissatisfaction to my mother. She smiled and said, "Son, you have done well. Come with me and I'll show you something. " After that, my mother pulled me to the window and pointed to a green tree not far away and said, "Now is the season when everything is dying, but the banyan tree is very strong and still wears a green robe." It is its own happiness to enjoy green! " My mother looked at me with warm eyes when she spoke, which was very gentle. Her mouth rose slightly, mixed with a smile. Look at that smile, mine. When my heart calmed down, I felt that my happiness was slowly increasing ... At this time, my mother said earnestly, "Son, failure is the mother of success. As long as you persist, you will succeed. " Mother's voice is like the warm sunshine in March, shining on my heart, and the ice gradually melts and evaporates, transmitting warmth to every corner of my body.

Happiness is that simple. When we encounter difficulties, there is mother's care, which is happiness! My heart beat faster and my confidence returned to my round face. Mom smiled and was relieved.

From then on, when I failed in the exam, I was no longer depressed, and I didn't flinch when I encountered difficulties, because I knew that my mother's love was with me all the way. It's really happy to be accompanied by love!

That was really fun. If someone asks, what is happiness? I will not hesitate to say that happiness is the warmth of a family together.

My 10 birthday is coming, and my mother told me that our family is going to hold a banquet.

My heart is full of doubts, because at that time, the family economy was not very rich, and my father could only rely on his rough hands to go to the construction site from early to late every day to earn hard-earned money to maintain our lives. He has a family with him. At that time, I was often ignorant and often asked him for money, but my father was just a bamboo cage to me. In retrospect, I realized how "ignorant" I was!

For such a family, such a father, I don't think they will do this. But I don't know what they think. Perhaps this is the love of parents for their children. ...

I will never forget that scene. I still remember what my parents said to me when I stood in the center of the stage. I feel a little guilty when I see the wrinkles on my father's face, but I hope I am still happy, because I am happy. At the moment I ate the birthday cake, they didn't forget to say "Happy Birthday". I saw tears in their eyes. Finally, my tears could not help pouring down. After a while, the birthday song sounded and we sang together. There was a kind smile on my mother's face, and my father kept smiling. We all looked at each other as if we had endless blessings. ...

After a few minutes, I finally couldn't help it and threw myself into my parents' arms. Tears rolled down like a naughty child at this moment.

The next day, I asked my mother, "Mom, didn't you say you couldn't …" And my mother only replied, "I'm glad you're happy. There's nothing between me and your father." Suddenly, my heart was sour. A little bit of guilt came back to me. At that time, I secretly told myself: I must be sensible in the future.

Although several years have passed, I will never forget it, because it is my happiest memory!

That was really fun. I leafed through the photo albums of memories, savoring the happiness, sadness, happiness and warmth of my childhood. Seeing the photos of Rizo bearing maternal love and fatherly love, my heart is full of happiness.

"Hee hee ..." A string of crisp laughter echoed in the street. That's me and my friends walking home from school. Winter is coming, I am still wearing a thin trench coat, and my friends are surrounded by a warm duck down coat. At the fork in the road, I said goodbye to my friends and went home again. Suddenly, a piece of white wool fell on my windbreaker. I didn't care, but I felt that the sky was getting darker and colder, and white "wool" fell from the sky one by one and danced, so I knew it was snowing.

My face is red with cold. I think my mother hurt her foot the day before yesterday, and now she is resting at home. My father can't pick me up from work. what can I do? Cold and hunger devoured my confidence crazily, and I couldn't take another step in the snow. I cried helplessly, tears rolled down my cheeks, and when the wind blew, it hurt like a knife sliding.

I quickly dried my tears and wrapped my windbreaker in my body. It's still very cold! I had to hide in the corner until the snow stopped. At this moment, I saw a stumbling figure on the road. Who is marching in such heavy snow? I just felt strange and didn't think much until I heard the familiar call: "Son, son, where are you?" I jumped up, it was mom! I saw my mother coming to me with a down jacket, and tears blurred my eyes again.

"Zhi-"1, a car stopped beside us, that's my father. My father saw the snow and asked for leave to pick me up. I was deeply moved. My father helped me and my mother get on the bus. My memory fixed all my family ties at this moment and took a lasting memorial.

Every time I see that photo full of maternal love and fatherly love, my heart is full of happiness. ...

At that time, I was really happy. Before 10, my grade in English in Grade Three was above 95. But once, I only got 85 points in the exam. Listen to me slowly.

That time, to my surprise, I only got 85 points in the exam. After school, five people walked together talking and laughing, and three people walked home together talking and laughing. However, I walked home alone, crying at the test paper I just handed out, lowering my head like a prisoner, and thinking to myself: When I get home, I will be beaten again. I thought to myself, I hope I can get a better score in the next exam and make up for my mistakes. When I got home, I stood at the gate. A grayish-brown security door and a rose-red doorbell, but they dare not press it. Pressure or no pressure? Press it, and there will be a beating. If you don't press it, mom will be anxious again. While I was thinking about this problem, the door opened by itself. My mother recognized my footsteps. "It must be hot, right?" Mom said, and took a towel to wipe my sweat. My mother is cutting watermelons in the kitchen and humming happily. I really don't want this unsatisfactory score to break this harmonious scene. I said anxiously, "mom, I'm going to do my homework!" " "I ran into the room before my mother promised. My mother muttered, "Hey, this kid didn't listen to anything before, and he didn't write well. What happened to him today? Why are you so active? "Is it because you are interested? It must be so. Today I want my daughter to make up for it! "

While eating, my mother casually asked, "Did you take an exam recently?" As soon as I heard this, the situation was not good, and my heart began to feel uneasy: "I worked hard ..........." My mother asked me doubtfully: "How many points did I get in the exam!" I gingerly took the 85-point test paper out of my schoolbag and gave it to my mother. I thought someone was hitting someone. It turns out that mother knows that beating children is not necessarily useful, so be careful to guide them. My mother stroked my head and said, "I must do better in the exam next time!" " I nodded my head.

That time, I cried, but I was happy.