Question

我的快乐作文

Answer 1

Month lang star sparse of night, the breeze touching the earth, all to sleep comfortably, all attributable to the calm. The moon to asperse she downy light, gently shakedown is in my windowsill. I looked at the star, with her eyes flashing tired. Long day past, I decided to search for in this last time of day last happy.

I brought a tang ShiSanBai first hand, turned over to... "Sea moon, there were born at this time", "the moon when he has, wine ask blue sky". While I still indulge in this wonderful atmosphere, walked out of a wearing long-sleeved tsing yi, holding the old man can't be banked-up ShiXian taibai? "It is!" He replied. See his float however, quite the celestial beings with some model. I asked after a pause: "why the poet's moon are 'Ming", the moon in the buildings now dominate the city to have a place in the'? '" she seems to be dust and noisy light which stirred, hard to see the moon!" Taibai slightly say with smile: "glad, in secular plunges into someone eager to the moon. In fact the moon don't have in your heart takes root?" Along with the sound of a couple of natural and unrestrained smile, he enjoyed a good drink wine, gently with the wind as cup floating away.

I was stunned, if you have to pass.

And a book on in my sight. In the book I and Paul? Ko was discussed with the value of gold, of our ideal faith: as long as there are broad ideal, life won't is nihilistic and proudlly, the aura will glory and splendor in life twinkle, twinkle... Forever.

Unconsciously, time also as the moon between the footsteps slowly crawled for a long time, for a long time. Dim lighting, my heart is very bright. Reading is like repeatedly with numerous hearts in the collision, the rub out the spark of knowledge and thought; Reading is like having a congested and cleaning the freshness in my heart, and wash away the dust; Reading and like with innumerable "elf is dance, we work together in a gorgeous dance out of the sky.

Reading really happy!

To this kind of happy, even if "the continuation of lights", have no regrets about midnight. We often spent in countless book day after day, year after year. However, you find this one of the happy? When one sentence to express your poems when you feel happy talk? When a text and you pursue faith phase at the same time, you feel happy? When one article in your eyes painted a dream palace, you feel happy? At least, I dare say proudly: "I felt!" Because the flower of happiness in this process has the opens.

If reading is a happy, so I wish to be the one YeZhou, piaoxiang the unknown...