Write a composition about the weather changes in Huangmei for 600 days.

Happy flowers bloom in spring, that is, in a spring, I saw happy flowers, stretching my body and blooming into beautiful radians. That spring, it was still Huangmei weather, rainy and rainy. Bored at home, watching the TV screen change with your fingertips. At this time, a report caught my attention. This report is about a child suffering from hemophilia. I can't remember his name for a long time. The camera moves with his daily life. The reason why I stopped to change the channel was a trace of doubt on the boy's face and a beautiful, unpretentious smile. I'm surprised. I don't think such a smile can appear on the face of a child who has been tortured since birth and God is with him forever. My mouth slightly tilted: "It's just a show." Then there was such a set of shots: the boy was lying in a hospital bed with plasma hanging on his arm. The reporter asked him if he was happy. In a slightly childish voice, perhaps because of hard work or seriousness, he replied word by word: "Well, I am very happy, because so many uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters care about me, and I am alive now." In this process, the boy always has a smile on his face. Every word and sound in this discourse shocked my heart. I am still surprised, but I no longer doubt it, because there is no way to hide that innocence. I sat there blankly for a long time. By the time I came to my senses, the report had been interrupted, and the rain was still falling outside the window, but the smile lingered in my mind. It was really the shape of a happy flower after it quietly opened. In our opinion, the boy's experience is always associated with the words "misfortune" and "misery", but the flower of happiness that has never bloomed among us who should be happy is blooming on his face without reservation. The wind and rain of the disease did not break its faint radian at all, and the shadow of death did not cover its color at all. The flower of happiness is so beautiful in the blooming of boys. Just when I was wondering about the source of the boy's happiness, another scene reported the answer: a middle-aged man who donated a boy told the camera that he was happy because he donated a boy and gave his love to others. It suddenly dawned on me that the flower of happiness is nourished by the true love on earth, which grows and then blooms, and only true love can nourish it, so that the flower of happiness can survive the storm and haze of life. A boy's heart is the soil, others' true love is the sustenance in the soil, flowers are the most sincere smile on the boy's face, no, all those who accept or pass on true love. After enlightenment, I felt a little guilty. Almost at the same time, I understood that we "should" be happy. There is no reason for happiness: ask ourselves, have we ever given others the truest love? The eyes are flowing, the rain has stopped, and a tender boneless flower is facing the fresh sunshine and blooming beautifully. The rain on the petals just embellished its beauty with brilliance. And around it, there are flowers coming out of the ground, towering in full bloom ... is that ok? ..