初中2年级 - 记叙文 - 抒情 阅读指导

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The taste of happiness
　　
　
　　
　　Happiness, may be a word, or a dinner, maybe a deep kiss, perhaps … …
　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　-- Preface
　　
　　Sitting under the tree, watching the clouds, enjoying the breeze, to present a problem: " I'm happy? Where is my happiness? "
　　
　　Meditation, a memory gate is opened slowly, a warm picture flood out … …
　　
　　The gentle sunshine three three two places from the window of my bedroom, the fresh morning air filled the house. My alarm clock " request ", opened his sleepy eyes dim, to start a new day. Dressing, after washing, with a aroma to the living room, eat like wolves and tigers eat mother for giving me a meal. Then, I am back bag out of the house to go to school, mother is standing at the door and said to me: "son, be careful on the way! " Then at my shadow gradually disappeared in the eyes of her just in. Mother 's words, make my heart warm, this is not happy?
　　
　　Sun down the west, water thrown on a layer of golden ripples. The sun had set, the West heaven leaving only a faint blush color, but is still hot! On the way home, on the way and by the day's heat drying behavior, lifeless, I picked up the pace. For a long time, finally at the door of the house, I was just pushing the door to smelt the aroma, the mother had prepared supper, just waiting for me. I see, oh, all is my favorite things, with seaweed soup, scrambled egg with tomato, cucumber salad … … Look at these my favorite food, a way of exertion and heat all with the wind go. I sat down, started eating, each one laver soup seemed to flow through my body, feel comfortable, happy. This is the happiness!
　　
　　The moon is like a mirror, hanging in the sky, the moonlight through the arbor, in my bed drain under a bed sparkling pieces of jade. Look at the sky one Haoyue and several scattered stars, heart think of many things, I gradually entered the beautiful dreams. Dim, I felt someone seems to have pushed the unlocked door, then crept into my bedroom, I stand, a tuck, then bend over in my cheeks left a deep kiss go quietly. I tried to open my eyes to see what the mother did not --! It is not happiness?
　　
　　… …
　　
　　Oh, I know:
　　
　　Happiness, is a word.
　　
　　Happiness, is a dinner.
　　
　　Happiness, is a deep kiss.
　　
　　… …
　　
　　A leaf falls in my hands, I will from the memory back to reality. Under the tree, watching the clouds enjoying the breeze I said to myself: " I is happy, my happiness in the side. In fact, my side is not lack of happiness, but lack of the eyes and mind find happiness. ”