There is a kind of happiness in the heart essay 1

The sea is the home of fish, the blue sky is the home of birds, and the class is my "home".

The three years of junior high school are like a small boat, passing eastward in the rippling blue but choppy river of time. During this period of time, I tasted the joy, sadness, and sweet and happy times in the class.

The school holds an annual sports meeting every year, and the tug-of-war and relay races are the ones that impress me the most. As the saying goes, when everyone adds firewood, the flames rise. In these team competitions, I discovered a deeper spirit that makes me feel happier - unity.

In the tug-of-war, even the students who have not really understood each other are doing their best for the same goal at this moment - the honor of the class.

Every time I see our class working together to defeat each other, my heart always feels warm, like waves of warm current flowing through it. Whenever the students win, they throw down the rope, use up the last bit of strength in their bodies, hug each other, shout excitedly together, laugh happily together, and even cry happily together. I can't help but sigh: Being able to live in this class and live with so many lovely classmates for three years, I always feel that I am the happiest person in the world.

There are also teachers. Although the teachers are strict, I am still grateful to them, because they criticize me in time and help me correct my mistakes when I do something wrong; it is they who criticize me when I do something right; , encouraged me in time and gave me the motivation to keep going. Being able to work with these strict but humorous teachers for three years always fills my heart with a trace of happiness.

Happiness is actually in our hearts and around us. As long as we have the eyes to discover happiness, we will surely find them! There is a kind of happiness in my heart composition 2

As the sun sets in the west, the sun slowly moves across the blue sky, dyeing half of the sky red. The breeze is warm, and layers of golden light roll up on the water. Everything is beautiful. It's so beautiful.

Lao Wang had dinner and slipped out of the house carrying a plastic bag. A gust of wind ruffled his short silver-white hair, fluttering like reeds in autumn. Lao Wang's back was hunched, and he walked step by step towards the river surrounding the city.

The sun shines slantingly on the calm river. The water is sparkling and flowing slowly, never stopping, like singing a happy song. The willow trees on the shore all bent down, and strands of long hair were flying in the air in the wind.

Lao Wang came to the river and walked slowly along the walking path. There is some garbage on the roadside from time to time: nut shells, cigarette butts, plastic bags, napkins... Lao Wang shook his head, sighed, silently bent down, picked up the garbage, put the garbage into the plastic bag, and tied it , throw it into the trash can.

Lao Wang would carry a plastic bag to the river every day after dinner. He has been doing this for several years. Someone asked him why he did this? Aren't there sanitation workers coming to clean it? Why bother?

Lao Wang said, this is our common home, how can I remain indifferent? So I will definitely stick to it. When Lao Wang said this, his face was filled with happiness.

After taking out the garbage, Lao Wang sat alone on a bench by the river. Lao Wang thought about how he was managing the river when he was young. At that time, Lao Wang was young and strong, salvaging garbage on the river, not afraid of the stench, and protecting our mother river.

Now, the river is very clear. A cruise ship sailed across the river not far away, breaking the silence.

As night fell, a gust of wind interrupted Lao Wang’s thoughts. Lao Wang stood up slowly and walked along the river alone. His back looked particularly tall under the light. A kind of happiness wells up in my heart... There is a kind of happiness in my heart Essay 3

What is happiness? Happiness is like a shell on the beach, hidden deep in the fine sand, fragmented yet numerous, broken yet gorgeous. I always like to pick them up.

When I was a child, I played with my friends in my hometown. I fell and was injured during the chase, so I returned home to recuperate. My mother walked over to me and sat next to me. She gently touched my forehead with her weather-beaten hands, and from time to time she gently blew on my wounds with her mouth. Mother is so gentle and kind.

So, I stared at my mother's face. Her cheeks were already weathered, which made my heart throb. However, I then thought about it: My mother worked so hard for me and cared and cared for me. At this time, there was pain and happiness intertwined in my heart.

Happiness can be a ray of sunshine in the morning. During the summer vacation, after a day of classes, I went home exhausted and fell asleep after absorbing all the knowledge throughout the day. The next morning, while I was still sleeping, I could vaguely see a ray of sunshine through my sleepy eyes. I suddenly lost all sleep, and an inexplicable joy arose in my heart. I am happy that I can still enjoy the true glory of nature in this city, and I am also happy that I have finished my rest and am about to spend a fulfilling day again. Thank you nature for making me happy today. I picked up the happiness gifted by nature from the early morning sunshine.

Happiness can also be a sweet moment in the ordinary. After returning home from school, I saw my long-lost family again. I took my mind off the heavy homework and welcomed the warm embrace of my family. Grandpa, who had always been serious and rigid, also smiled and began to peel an apple for me seriously like before. It was rare to go home for two days during an ordinary week of study. I chewed this apple carefully and felt it was extremely sweet. People's sense of taste is so easily satisfied, and their psychology is as easy to be satisfied as their sense of taste. I picked up the beautiful happiness of life from the sweetness of apples.

Before time passes by our fingertips, why don’t we bend down and pick up happiness on the bluestone road that we accidentally left behind, and don’t leave any regrets for ourselves in the future. There is a Kind of Happiness in My Heart Composition 4

On the courtyard wall of the old alley, withered green ivy stretches from the base of the wall to the tile roof. These walls filled with ivy enclose a small courtyard house - my hometown.

The brick houses in the courtyard are all made of brick, and the paint on the walls is slightly peeling off. Opposite the door of my house, just under the shade of fig trees, an old dark brown wicker chair is also a fixture in the scenery. Everyone knows that it is the wicker chair of retired Chinese medicine doctor Lu Yuanhe.

A few days after returning to my hometown, I wanted to relax my tense nerves at work, so I leaned against the window and held my mobile phone. Occasionally I raised my head and looked out the window at the greenery. The sunlight passes through the gaps in the leaves and turns into thin, straight beams of light. When the light beam reaches the ground, it turns into a faint golden color, and then quietly casts mottled shadows.

The wicker chair exudes warm light in the sun, and Mr. Lu leans lightly on the wicker chair.

He slightly staggered his legs to form a very charming but harmless cross-leg. His white hair was dyed hazy golden, and his head tilted slightly to the right. The lenses on the bridge of his nose did not make him frown or blur his eyes; rather, he looked like a young man with excellent eyesight. He pressed his thick palm lightly against the spine of the book, his eyes full of satisfaction. Neighbors often say: Mr. Lu holds the book as if it were a treasure.

Mr. Lu’s daughter often comes to visit her father. She said that her father had a big book box, and those classics on traditional Chinese medicine similar to the "Compendium of Materia Medica" were treasured by his father as if they were new books. Her father once told her the origin of these books in detail. Lu's daughter rubbed the slightly rough edges with her fingers and said that these books had been stored for decades and there was not even a trace of dust.

In the past few hours, Mr. Lu almost never left the wicker chair except for occasional relaxation. The old wicker chair was also very cooperative and did not make a boring cry. Mr. Lu savored the fragrance of the books, sometimes nodded with satisfaction, sometimes traced something on the book carefully with his fingers, and sometimes murmured to himself. The book portrait is very attractive, and Mr. Lu's face is always filled with a smile that is difficult for others to detect, showing the satisfaction of recalling interesting things in his childhood.

I put down my treasured mobile phone. When I walked into the old bookshelf in the house and brushed the dust off the books with my hands, I also smelled the fragrance. I think I understand the precious happiness in Mr. Lu’s heart. There's a Kind of Happiness in My Heart Composition 5

It's still dark outside, the dark clouds weigh us down, the raindrops leave a mark on the windows, and there are all hurried pedestrians on the road.

Staring at the phone screen in a daze - the teacher did not send a message and did not go to class. My heart sank. It seems impossible to go to class in such a heavy rain. It must be inconvenient for the teacher. However, time passed by little by little, but there was no message from the teacher. Open the door, get on the bus, and head to the college.

The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, as if it were a voracious wolf. After a while, the water swallowed up the entire road.

When I arrived at the college, I didn’t see the teacher, so I started practicing music in a classroom. "This is the last class, you have to behave well." After recalling what the teacher said in the last class, I practiced a lot harder. Finally, a familiar figure came from afar. The teacher came. His body was soaked by the rain, and his tall and handsome suit looked flinching under the soaking rain. As soon as the teacher arrived, he started the class without saying much, no matter how uncomfortable the wet clothes on his body were. I lowered my head and started practicing. When the teacher heard this, he frowned and said displeasedly: "It's a step down from the last class. Is it because I didn't practice much when I went home?" I quickly explained...

Finally , the last class is over, and we say goodbye to the teacher. I ran into my wife at the corner and told me that the teacher came back from Beijing overnight to teach us. I felt a trace of shame and regret, and also felt warmth and happiness in my heart.

Although I no longer have classes, I still remember the teachings and help the teacher gave me, and that happiness still flows in my heart. I want to keep this affection in my heart forever. There is a kind of happiness in my heart. Composition 6

Happiness is in my heart. I was much happier that time!

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!" The school bell rang, and I jumped up and down to get ready to go home. I looked out the window, and my brows immediately wrinkled. At this time, under the window It started to rain heavily, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to rush home all the way, muttering in my heart: "I'm so unlucky!"

Running all the way home turned me into a drowned rat. I opened the door and shouted: " I want to change my clothes," but no one paid attention to me, and my parents were not at home. I called my mother, but the power and internet were out at home. I worked on the sofa for a long time before my parents came back. I said angrily: "Why did you just come back?" Dad said: "There was something going on at work. We came back late and there was nothing to eat at home, so I brought some." Here's some bread for you." I looked at the bread and felt uneasy. I ate the bread in silence and went to bed with an unfulfilled stomach. I muttered again before going to bed: "I'm so unlucky!"

The next day, I was dejectedly preparing to go out to school. As soon as I left the house, I bumped into my mother. I shouted: "What are you doing! I am so unlucky!" My mother said softly: "You Your misfortune has gone underground, you can go to school with peace of mind." At this time, the word happiness came to my mind, and I suddenly felt happiness rippling in my heart!

When I walked out of the gate, a gust of wind blew, and the rain on the trees fell. At this time, a car came out of the road and a man happened to squeeze me out from under the tree, and the rain fell on his head. , he shouted: "What bad luck!"

My unlucky spirit disappeared, and the feeling of happiness came to my heart! There is a kind of happiness in the heart Essay 7

Happiness is like sunshine shining in people's hearts; happiness is like clear springs nourishing people's hearts; happiness is like delicacies and fine wines that add fragrance to people's lives; happiness is played in the world by human beings. The most beautiful music in nature! Who doesn’t love happiness, who doesn’t desire happiness? Some people say that they cannot be happy. Is this really true? No, as long as you experience it with your heart, you will find happiness, and happiness is around you...

In physical education class, the teacher told us before class that we would run three laps of variable speed running today. Normally I thought it was nothing to be afraid of, but this time it was different. When I just ran 200 meters , I suddenly felt some pain in the lower left side of my body, and it felt very difficult to run. In the next 200 meters, I felt that my body was overdrawn and collapsed, and there were more and more sweat beads on my head, but I still followed. Next to my friend, after one lap, I felt like I had run a thousand meters. As the distance increased, my body seemed to be jokingly saying to me: "Stop, otherwise it will hurt to death." . Sure enough, the pain in my body spread to the upper left side of my body, so I would walk three times and run once. When I finished one and a half laps, I looked up and saw that someone had already reached the finish line, and my good friend who was usually left behind me, Now he is also in front of me. After running about 650 meters, I started to walk completely. Although I remember the teacher said: "If I see someone walking, then I will run again." But now I am full of enthusiasm. All I could think about was "rest, rest..." Sure enough, the teacher blew the whistle at me and signaled me to start running, so I reluctantly ran about fifty meters and started walking again. The sun on the playground was like a blazing flamethrower, giving me a steady stream of heat and burning away my last hope.

At this time, I vaguely saw someone running towards me in front of me, and gently said to me: "Let's run together." Before I could reply, he had already pulled me tightly. Holding my hand, although I really wanted to rest, my good friend gave me a new hope. I had to hold on tightly and barely ran another hundred meters. "It's the last lap," my good friend said to me. : "Think about your old self." I struggled to answer: "A good man was brave not to mention how brave he was back then, but not anymore." "Haha, really"? My good friend looked at me curiously and said, "If I'm not allowed to eat school food, let alone three laps, I can run five laps." I joked as I recalled lunch. In the last 100 meters, my good friend suddenly let go of his hand and said from the front: "If you can't surpass me, you are not a boy!" Although I didn't want to run, he said so, so I reluctantly started running. In the last ten meters, he suddenly slowed down, and at that time, I passed him.

Happiness does not need too gorgeous words to describe, it only needs the sincere help of friends, that is happiness. There is a kind of happiness in the heart. Composition 8

The sun shines through the green leaves and shines on the smooth floor. The simple light-colored cloth is covered with sunshine fluff, fine and broken, making people feel warm in their hearts. Various books were piled on it, and the covers reflected the soft light. There was peace and tranquility, and a kind of happiness swirled in my heart.

In this sunshine, our family had just finished lunch, and my father said to me: "I found a good place to bask in the sun." I immediately understood and aimed at a position at the end of the sofa near the balcony. , took the first step to occupy it, and leaned back comfortably, saying with a sly expression: "I'll be there first, and you can find a place to sit."

Dad was a little helpless and complained to his mother twice. She said, "Look at her, she knew I was going to sit there, so she ran over and occupied it." I was even happier, happy for the flash of inspiration. Dad then sat in another position, stretched out his legs, and lay down halfway. Suddenly, he saw my two feet lying flat, and I thought to myself: No, indeed, he thought of my little feet when I was a baby, and said to my mother who was sweeping the floor: "Look at her two feet now." The big hooves were not as big as the palm of my hand when he was born." As he said that, he moved towards me and wanted to ride a bicycle with me. I was amused by my father's naivety. I took a look at his big, dark-brown feet, raised them high and hid aside.

After playing around for a while, I felt relieved and put my feet against my father’s. Looking at it this way, my feet are not much smaller than my father's now. I deliberately stayed still and let him take me back and forth on the bicycle, but my father's movements were only horizontal reciprocations, clumsy as if he was protesting my laziness. I couldn't help but stretch out my legs and draw circles rhythmically with my dad's big feet, moving gently. But after a while, my father said: "I'm so tired." I didn't take it seriously: "You usually lack exercise." Seeing my father joking with me, I remembered that he was recuperating at home due to a fall six months ago. The tall and strong father relies on crutches to move around every day and needs family care. Most of the time he can only lie on the bed or the sofa. Today, in the warm sunshine of the afternoon, he and I are together after recovery, chatting for a few words without nutrition. If you talk about it, playing a childhood game is like the sunshine of happiness shining on your body, intertwined layer by layer.

I fell asleep in the warm sunshine. When I woke up, the sunshine was long gone. When I looked up, I saw my father sitting beside me, holding a cup of tea and reading a book. Today, I did not leave early. Go to the place where he works.

A kind of emotion suddenly overflowed from my heart, occupying my thoughts without reservation. This is the most intimate and silent companionship, plain and simple, but enough to be called happiness. There is a kind of happiness in the heart. Composition 9

That day, the weather was gloomy and the sky was covered with dark clouds, but it only rained a little, which made me feel depressed. Unfortunately, my math test paper was handed out again, and I did very poorly. The teacher even criticized me for it. There is nothing I can do about these problems.

After school, I came home under a "dark cloud". After I got home, my mother saw that I was unhappy and asked me what happened. I licked my dry lips and replied dejectedly: "I didn't do well on the test paper and was criticized by the teacher."

My mother looked at me and frowned, sighing: "Alas! I don’t know the question you’re asking now, so I’ll go cook it first and you can correct it yourself.

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Soon, my mother prepared the meal, but I was still thinking hard. My mother wiped her hands on her apron, brought a cup of hot water, and said, "You are always like this. Drink more water, you are thirsty. She touched the cup with her hand, took a sip, and said, "Just right, drink it." "

I was a little irritable, so I took a big sip of water, and a warm current flowed directly into my stomach and into my heart, extinguishing the burning feeling in my heart just now. I raised my head and looked at my mother. She had shed a thin layer of sweat. Was it because she was busy cooking, or was she anxious because she couldn't relieve my worries? There was a warm current of happiness. My mother sat down and said, "I can't help you. You have to rely on yourself. Think about what the teacher said in class, and maybe you will remember it." "My mother is right. I thought carefully bit by bit and finally solved the problem.

That day, I was only immersed in the joy of solving the problem, but later, I thought about it carefully, this is a little guidance from a mother to a child's life. I have to rely on myself. Now that I think about it, I understand that every bit of maternal love in life follows that question. And the glass of water was revealed. Thinking of this, the warm current of happiness like hot water appeared again, echoing in my heart.

Dante said: "There is the most beautiful voice in the world, that is. It's my mother's call. "Perhaps, the most precious thing in the world is the teaching of parents with a little love. Composition 10 of "There is a Kind of Happiness in the Heart"

What is happiness? Some people say: "Happiness is a precious gift; it is All kinds of electronic games; endless pocket money; a life without the nagging of parents and teachers; a life without homework that makes you upset just by looking at it. "I said: "That's not happiness, at most it's wealth and willfulness. "So what is happiness? Let's look at a story that I have experienced personally!

When I was a child, my family was poor and life was not rich, even now. At that time, parents did not pay attention to their children's education. I only cared about food and clothing at home, so I went to work in a distant place early. I became a left-behind child with only my grandparents to accompany me.

Every morning, my grandma would wake me up, wash me, and eat my grandpa’s cooking. After dinner, my grandma took me to school on her bicycle.

Starting from my home, I passed the "Classic Meat Shop" and walked five or six alleys to get there. He rides four or five kilometers back and forth to pick me up every day, just so that I can eat the delicious food cooked by my grandpa as soon as possible after school.

You must be wondering why my grandma picks me up instead of picking me up. Not grandpa? Because in order to reduce the burden on my parents, grandpa first goes to his small clinic to treat patients, then goes to the fields to loosen the soil, weed, water, and then fish for me with a small homemade fishhook.

< p>Only one day, I didn’t see my grandma when I got up. This time it was my grandpa who asked me to get up. I asked my grandpa: “Where is grandma? "Grandpa answered me and said that grandma went to the clothing store to sew clothes. Grandma would modify other people's unsuitable clothes and earn one yuan per piece. When I heard this, I knew why grandma went to work. Because before For a few days, I wanted to eat pig trotters from the "Classic Meat Shop", which cost 6 yuan. Grandpa didn't make much money, and he had to buy medicine to sell, so grandma went to work. /p>

At night, grandma came back, kicking the pig's trotters in her arms. I was shocked: Grandma had used the time that others had to modify 2 pieces of clothing. I looked at grandma's hands steaming. Pig's trotters, tears falling straight down.

It turns out that there is a kind of happiness in the world. She is a grandmother, a kind old man's love for his grandson. She is always in my heart! A Kind of Happiness in the Heart Composition 11

Mom is sitting at the desk, holding a book in her hand. The thick book cover, burgundy cover, and off-white pages are reflected in her. Fascinating stories are told in her smiling eyes.

After dinner, my mother often sits in my room reading a book and I write my homework with a bang. The sound of the schoolbag, the clatter of textbooks, the friction of the tips of the hair on the paper...but my mother seemed to be immersed in the book and was not disturbed at all. After twenty minutes, my mother was reading; For an hour, my mother was still reading; the homework was finally finished, and when I looked up, my mother was still reading.

"Mom, rest your eyes." "Wait a moment, I'm almost finished reading the book." Mom answered me without looking up. She gently twisted the pages of the book with her fingers, turned it back carefully, held up the cover with her other hand, and stared into the book again.

Occasionally, my mother came to pick me up from school, and I saw one or two new books in her hand. It turned out that she was going to the bookstore again. She is a frequent visitor to libraries and bookstores. Last week, my mother said she wanted to buy me delicious dada tangerines online. One day after school, I opened the door and saw a big cardboard box in the living room. I thought the tangerines had arrived, but when I opened it, it turned out to be a box of books! There are Chi Li’s, Wang Anyi’s, Liu Zhenyun’s, and Higashino Keigo’s. My mother walked out of the kitchen and said, "Haha, the book I bought has finally arrived, and I can read it for a while." When my mother saw the book, she was as happy as a kindergarten child seeing candy. I forgot about it.

My mother’s habit of reading also has a subtle influence on me. After finishing my homework in the evening, as long as I have time, I will also choose a favorite book from the bookcase, read it with concentration and relish, and immerse myself in the fragrance of books. When we go out and travel, we also habitually bring a book with us in our suitcases. Through the close window of the book, I saw a wonderful and colorful world. A lot of reading made me no longer afraid of writing essays and weekly diaries.

My mother said that she loved reading comic books on the street when she was a child. After she learned how to read in school, she became more interested in reading books. She occasionally wrote a few articles and submitted them to newspapers and magazines. My mother gently stroked the cover of a book and said while flipping through it: "I think reading will make my heart fuller and quieter." The happy smile filled my mother's face and reflected in my heart.

The night covered the dim sky. The desk lamp was turned on, and beige light filled the cabin. Another figure was reflected on the curtains, sitting at the table, holding a thick book, with a happy smile on her face.