幸福的真諦英文作文2篇

　　Chapter 1: the true meaning of happiness

　　Happiness is the midnight blooming Epiphyllum bloom only in a moment, but aromatic atrial overflow.

　　Happiness is colorless and tasteless air, can not catch, but always linger around.

　　Happiness is the horizon beautiful rosy clouds, distant distance, people yearning.

　　In the mysterious Arctic Circle, Alaska mountain, there is a beautiful magic light, called "the light of happiness". Legend has it that anyone who sees this magic light can feel happy. Every June, people streamed here, want to feel what is happiness. Over the Snow gleams white. polar Aurora bright and beautiful, see the aurora, nature is happy. However, the aurora is far from the horizon, and even in the polar regions, it is still inaccessible. Perhaps, happiness is like this, needs the distance to feel.

　　But I believe that happiness is real, in the distance, also in the side.

　　Sometimes I sit on the grass and look up at the stars. I look for happiness in the stars' twinkling night.

　　Sometimes, I would lie alone on the bed, looking at the ceiling, looking for happiness in the blue and white colors.

　　Sometimes, I would be a person standing in the stream, overlooking the river, in the tinkling tinkling melody, listen to the happy news.

　　Perhaps, happiness is like this, needs to feel attentively.

　　Most of the time, I will remember a mother's home cooking, a father from the family sent clothes, a voice from distant friends greetings, simple, yet heartwarming. When the warm current flows in the heart, I am happy.

　　It turned out that happiness is everything that moves us.

　　Article two: the true meaning of happiness

　　Someone asks, "what is happiness?"" I think, happiness is happy, some people share happiness with me; happiness is sad, some people will come to comfort my heart; happiness is fragile, someone will carefully protect me. In fact, happiness is not material satisfaction, but a mild warmth in life.

　　For me, to get a warm from the heart, is happiness. I also had a vanity, envy others rich father, but in front of mom and Dad love, "vanity" such things soon vanish in a flash.

　　From my niche in the countryside, when I was eleven years old, my parents were sent to the city to go to school. At that time, I admired the students around me and even envied them. I envy the money they spend in their hands; I envy them they go to school by car every day; they admire the material life they enjoy. Sometimes I make some unreasonable demands on my parents, but I don't know how much they pay for me.

　　In this year's labor day, I want to write an article on the labor articles, so I took a pen and paper, came to the place, my father usually labor: guapeng. In a shed, a hot pavement and, I immediately took off his jacket, but still feel very hot. I can't help thinking of it: father, he usually does it in the shed for a morning. How does he boil it?. Down in the heart of the slightest guilt, continue to find the person I want to observe, dad.

　　Look, look, finally is to melon pollination father was found in a row in guayang. He was careful to pollinate the flowers as if he were his own child. I came to my father cautiously, observing his consistent and skillful movements. Suddenly, father hoarse voice ear: "Showtime, you took a pen and paper doing?" I looked up and saw dad's face full of wrinkles and beads of sweat. The answer I wanted to blurt out was so tight in my throat that I was filled with guilt about my father. My father seemed aware of my unusual moment, and nervously said, "what's the matter?" Are you feeling unwell? Do you have heatstroke?" Dad looked nervous look, think of themselves before the vexatious, I do not blame myself by in mind before: how can you be so capricious, how can let dad so sad. I said to my father, "I'm fine. If it's OK, I'll go back to my room first, Dad, and rest earlier."."

　　When I came back to the house that day, my tears fell down.

　　This tells me that happiness is not a matter of enjoyment, but an ordinary warmth.