There is a happy song in my heart _ 5 excellent compositions

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Article 1 I have a happy song in my heart, 550 words.

It was very cold that day, and it was snowing heavily outside, but we had a nervous fever outside the delivery room. At this time, while waiting anxiously, waves of baby crying broke this depressed atmosphere and swaggered into our hearts. This is a happy song brought to me by my brother.

At home, my brother's task is to eat happily, cry loudly and sleep deeply. I looked at him and couldn't help loving him and making him happy. When my brother reached the age of babbling, he saw his big eyes open and gesticulating chubby little hands in the air. Suddenly spit out the word "elder sister", I suddenly have a kind of unspeakable happiness. My brother's voice is calling me, which is a happy song in my heart.

Oh, time has passed, and my brother will be 4 years old in the blink of an eye. At this time, he is really a bit like me! Look, a pair of big eyes seem to squeeze out water, and a pair of big earlobes are hanging under the small ears. It is really cute. I smiled, from my heart. Who knows, he also grinned, and his mouth was full of teeth. Brother, you must not know that your smile is so lovely and pure. My brother's smile is another happy song in my heart.

My brother went to kindergarten and he learned the first song? Only mom is good in the world? . He changed his singing to me. He clapped his hands and sang, "Is there only a good sister?" I listened, listened, and this childish voice actually made me cry. Those are tears of relief, and my brother's song is a happy song in my heart.

Everything I get along with my brother is happy. Dude, you know what? You are the happiest song in my heart!

The next day: light rain

There is a happy song in my heart, 750 words.

"Let's row, the boat will push the waves away." Those familiar songs still reverberate happily in my heart, but when the spring thunder bursts and the noise of yesterday comes to an end, all that remains is the heat of summer.

After the senior high school entrance examination, my classmates and I walked in the former campus, listening to the familiar melody on the radio, and the slightly raised corners of our mouths outlined the scene three years ago. At that time, we had just stepped into the door of junior high school. In addition to being happy every day, we always wear school uniforms in a funny and clever way, and rampage through the melodious and cheerful songs all the way to the third grade.

After graduating from junior high school, I inadvertently found that everything had already changed. Standing on the campus, watching the fallen leaves blown by the wind, flying in the air like butterflies, leaving her last beautiful trace between heaven and earth. The blue sky is as light as a bird feather and as clear as a stream.

I closed my eyes happily, and another scene quietly came to my mind: in a sunny afternoon, I was chatting with my deskmate on the table; After the final exam, in all kinds of noise, I hummed a ditty and analyzed it quietly by myself; After a heavy snow, I had a snowball fight with my classmates, and the cold at the door turned into happiness and warmth in my heart. In this way, the stumbling mood was lost.

The past is like a broken mirror. When I look back, there is only a piece of debris behind me, countless and endless. What remains unchanged is the cheerful and melodious singing.

Growth is a bittersweet memory, a meditation after the storm comes and recedes. Growth is a beautiful thing, which makes us understand many unknown things. I believe that one day, when I stand at another crossroads and look back, what I see is no longer confusion and helplessness, but the pride and happiness of youth; I also believe that the cocoon will eventually fall off layer by layer, the heart will become transparent and soft, and a butterfly with beautiful wings will dance in the sun. Because in my heart, that cheerful song has always inspired me. "Let's row, the boat will push the waves away." High school life is ahead!

Youth is like spring water, which goes and never returns; Youth is like autumn wind, unrestrained; Youth is like a good song. It is cheerful and melodious, and it has no interest.

There is a cheerful song in my heart, and youth is no longer silent; There is a cheerful song in my heart, and my troubles are no longer like a river; With a cheerful song in my heart, my life will be colorful!

Bao Zhengang, Grade Three of Tongzhou Jinsha Middle School in Nantong, Jiangsu Province

The third article has a happy song in my heart, 800 words.

Time flows through my fingers like running water. I can't catch it, but a cheerful song keeps echoing in my ears.

Snowflakes are falling and white snow is scattered in the sky. How beautiful these charming flowers are! Falling in the palm of your hand, slowly melting, my heart is a little cold, oh, what a delicate word ~

Another beautiful dream.

When I woke up in the morning, it was dawn, and I opened the curtains: sparkling snowflakes fascinated my eyes. On the roof, on the road, in the tree? Everything is covered with this beautiful snow. I can't help but sigh: what beautiful snow ~

"ah! Ha ha, "I picked up a mass of snow and threw it into the air. "It's so beautiful." The snowflakes in the air are flying with the wind, so beautiful, and the snow is still falling, as if it will never end. I hurried home, put on anti-freezing gloves and rushed to the battlefield "armed to the teeth".

Well, I want to be a snowman! I made a small snowball with my hands and rolled it on the ground. It became bigger and bigger like a balloon. Soon, a big snowball rolled over. This is the snowman's body! And the snowman's head, I have to be busy for half a day again! Alas, fortunately, two snowballs are not bad. It's quite round. I put the little snowball on the big snowball and press it! He also found stones and branches. Two stones are placed in a small snowball as eyes, and two branches are inserted in a big snowball as hands. I stepped back and stood there looking at it. Hmm! Not bad! But I always feel like something is missing. I thought for a while, and then walked around the house. Look what I found: a trash can and a mop! I put the trash can upside down on the snowman's head. Hehe, it's like wearing a hat and putting a mop on two branches. Ok, a lovely snowman is finished. Unconsciously, I also became a "snowman". I shook my hat on my clothes, and sure enough, snowflakes fell. What a lovely and naughty elf!

After a while, my brother who slept late also got up. Maybe he was summoned by these elves! When he saw my snowman, he also felt his eyes lit up! "Who made this snowman?" I smiled proudly: "I succeeded!" " Brother smiled and said, "Not bad." He grabbed a mass of snow and kneaded it into a ball. "Shall we have a snowball fight?" Before I promised, a snowball flew over. Unfortunately, I was hit on the head. Naturally, not to be outdone, I threw one back. Alas, I missed it. "come on Come on! " My brother smiled. In this way, the whole morning was full of happiness, dispelling the cold and filling my heart with warmth.

This is a happy song. Snowflakes all over the sky are my notes, and small snowballs are my melody, which keeps ringing in my heart ~

Day 1: Xiao Yi Yicao

The fourth article has a happy song in my heart, 2000 words.

At the moment I received the report card, I only felt my hands obviously stiff. There is a simple reason. My sight has been filled with C and D scores and the last 8 points on the report card. This means that I was sentenced to death. Although I expected this to be my final result, I don't know why, but my heart will still ache regularly, like the premonition about to enter the bottom of death.

It seems that everything has become gloomy.

When I was in the first grade, I was full of confidence and had to be admitted to the first middle school. But after that, I fell to the bottom step by step. Up to now, I find that I have come to an end and can't be redeemed. My mind kept flashing that serious face all day, and my mood became complicated and dazzling. How should I face him? My father? I asked myself again and again, I don't know when I added several folds to my report card.

"Lin Ziyue! Haha, our high school is in another school. How's it going? Have fun! We can play together again later! Let's go to the Internet cafe to celebrate! " A voice came into my ear. That's my best friend's voice, but at this moment, why do I feel it sounds harsh? I looked at my report card blankly and shook my head. "No, I want to go home."

He immediately smiled and said, "You're not upset because you didn't do well in the exam, are you? Haha, what's the use at this time? If you go back now, you will be killed by your strict father. Forget it. Go and play with your partner. In short, it will not kill you. " After that, he took my hand.

I stood there, the sun above me emitting a fiery temperature, and suddenly remembered my father's scolding in the past. At that time, I seemed to think that his scolding was as unbearable as this temperature, but now it seems too gentle. I wish I could go home at once and accept all his scolding. Thinking of this, I broke away from my friend's pull and ran home quickly. Although I ran very fast, I still heard the laughter of my friends in the rear and sharp laughter.

I bowed my head aimlessly, holding a written report card in my hand, laughing with passers-by and asking my aunt next door about the sultry weather. I just want to find a place to comfort myself, just like losing the most important thing, even though there is my father who is the most afraid to face it now.

Unconsciously, I pushed open the door, and the room was very quiet, very quiet. Is my father not at home? The TV at home used to be on all the time. What would Dad always say when I came back? Don't tell me when the child comes back? .

I had to change my shoes and quickly said, "I'm back." Even though he is not at home, I still want to say this sentence.

"What was the result?" Unexpectedly, a deep male voice suddenly sounded, and it was his father's voice.

"No.8 Middle School." I spit out two words sullenly, burying my head all the time, waiting for the storm to come.

"Are you afraid to face yourself or me? Where have you been? Looking up, I don't seem so terrible. After all, you are facing your father, not a beast like a tiger. " Father's tone was not as angry as expected.

I looked up slowly, only to see that my father had come to me.

I didn't know what to say at the moment, so I had to laugh at myself: "The grades are really poor. If I don't listen to your results, I can only blame myself for being stupid. Although I expected it, I still feel a little disappointed as a fool. "

"You are disappointed, ha ha, that's good. I am worried that my silly son will not be disappointed. " Who knows my father giggled.

I suddenly injected him with something incredible. I never saw his face clearly. Only then did I really get familiar with it. The first thing I noticed was the wrinkles around his eyes. Those soft lines are scattered on his face, which seems to me to soften his usual toughness. The golden light from the window let me see his mottled and messy hair better. He also reached middle age. Why will I never grow up? I used to run privately. I don't even tell him. I always tell my friends that I have a bad father. I always tell my friends what my problems are and how strict I am. Every time he just urges me casually, I will yell at him hysterically like an aggressor. I forgot, he is my father, and my father wouldn't do this to me. I have the arrogance and unyielding discipline of my youth, but he also has his dream of success. If I,

"I'm sorry, father, but this is the result. Is it chilling to have a son like me? "

"Do you have confidence? I'm not right about this either. If you are confident, you can still get into a good university even in No.8 Middle School, because you are smart. If not, I won't care about you anyway. You have been depressed for two years, and I still believe that you will get better. It's not too late. You have hope. Don't block yourself. " Speaking of which, my father pointed to the position of the heart. "As long as you are hopeful here, everything will be fine and everything will be happy, son. I believe you, because you are disappointed, which means you have never given up! "

This is the first time my father encouraged me in junior high school. I just looked at him and said nothing.

Fortunately, everything is still there.

From the moment you get your report card, you will be in time. It came from the moment I was disappointed.

I thank my father for saying these words when I felt unprecedented loss in myself. On this day, I usually realize the ups and downs of these words, so I will speed up my efforts and find my hope and confidence.

Maybe as he said, as long as there is hope, everything is happy. I feel an unprecedented sweet taste in my heart, and my singing is melodious. It belongs to me, a happy song.

Grade three: Su

The fifth article has a happy song in my heart, 1000 words.

The sun has gone crazy these days, stabbing people's skin, and it hurts very much.

People walking in the street are in a hurry. Some are annoyed and some are depressed. The heat is so intense and boundless that people's hearts are broken into countless pieces, floating, floating and unable to fall down.

I am also anxious, preoccupied and upset.

The road seems endless. Walking, walking, my sadness and anxiety were washed away by a trace of coolness and disappeared without a trace. That rare coolness blew into my heart and softened my heart.

She gave me that cold touch. She is just a middle-aged scavenger, wearing a slender shirt, which looks very fit, a white sun hat with a wisp of green grass on the brim and a towel skillfully wrapped around her neck. The color of the towel is a little bright She has a song in her mouth and a few words pop up from time to time. Every time she meets a coke bottle or a sprite bottle, she laughs, and the satisfaction is very touching.

The moment my eyes met her, she just took a little effort to take out a coke bottle stopper and put it in a crack in the stone. She cursed the coke bottle with a happy smile. Probably scolding the naughty boy who stuffed the coke bottle into a crack in the stone. He pushed it in mischievously, and her workload suddenly increased. Her scolding is just like a mother scolding her own child, so intimate and so hot.

I couldn't help slowing down when I passed her.

Sister, where are you from? I asked it smoothly. Maybe there are very few people who respond on weekdays. She suddenly got excited and said, Henan, Henan.

Is the child there?

It's all here. It's all here. Two children, a man and a father-in-law. What a big family! She talks a lot.

Have a good time? My question became cautious.

All right! The smile in her eyes made the flowers dance

A man works as a security guard in the community, and the whole family lives in the basement of the community for free, where it is warm in winter and cool in summer. Both children are studying in the local school. The older one goes to junior high school and the younger one goes to primary school. You see, that's the school where my eldest child goes to school. She can't shut her mouth.

My eyes followed the direction of her fingers. I'm a little surprised. This is the best junior high school here. She probably saw my surprise and proudly explained: We paid the borrowing fee. My children like reading. We would rather suffer ourselves than give up on her.

I nodded approvingly. Still wanting more, she poured out everything in the house in detail. The younger one is still in primary school and will be sent to that school when he is in junior high school!

For two children?

She stared at me carefully and burst out laughing. Why bother? I am very happy! You think, men are hardworking, fathers-in-law are healthy, children are sensible, and bowls of happiness are hidden in their hearts!

I'm more and more surprised. How can "music" be put in a bowl!

She continued to laugh, smiling a little mysteriously. The music in the bowl is so full that it overflows.

I'm really touched. Her happiness is simple but real. Her songs are not only in her mouth, but also in her heart. People who have happy songs in their hearts are truly happy people.