Ask for several excellent and perfect compositions of not less than 800 words in the college entrance examination or senior high school entrance examination.

"Happiness is beautiful through the glass, but it can't be touched ..."

Every time I hear this simple but elegant lyric, it contains infinite melancholy and helplessness, which always touches the string in my heart-how far happiness is. Is my fingertip and it really endless parallel lines, separated by time and space, always the intersection of no solution?

Listen to the sound of flowers.

The night began, and the faint cold was soaked in my knees, cold and clear, sour and astringent, like the twinkling stars in tired eyes, crowded around the bright and shining moon. Night, how cold it is! I buried my head in my mother's arms, felt the body temperature from the inside out, and enjoyed her soft hands smoothing my restless hair lifted by the cold wind. The night is so quiet, I can hear a warm whisper, which is gentle, comfortable, peaceful, equally moving, but equally incomprehensible.

Autumn leaf dance

Snow-white powder nib with the teacher's powerful arm down, rubbing against the blackboard, issued a beautiful tune. Dear teacher turned around smartly, and Bai Mei, who bloomed in the night, went to the blackboard. The air was filled with chalk dust spots, and the morning light floated on the teacher's hair through the glass. At that moment, the teacher was like a statue that has been dusty for a long time but shines brightly. His eyes have crossed the ancient civilization, determined and gentle, just like autumn leaves dancing in the wind, stepping on rich dance music, the classroom suddenly warmed up, not only because of the sunshine, but also because-

Wind and rain butterfly

The doll Xia, who was in an uncertain mood, was quiet just now. Suddenly, when her face changed, the wind was blowing like a roars and dragons. The doors and windows crackled, the canopy groaned, the branches bent, and the British went crazy. Dark clouds in the sky approached, and suddenly, the situation changed dramatically. A black butterfly with black spots fell into my eyes and looked so pale and helpless in the raging wind. Suddenly, another butterfly followed closely, sticking to it as if to protect it. The wind in my ear is still swishing, but it doesn't seem to be cold anymore ...

Where is happiness? How far is happiness? Looking back on the dribs and drabs of life, I finally understand that happiness is not in the sky or in a distant myth. Happiness is not a plum blossom on the snowy mountain, a coral in the deep sea, or a solitary grass under the majestic mountain wall. Happiness is not the end of the world. In every moment of life, there are heavy ears of wheat in the field. I want to be a good girl and enjoy the warmth of the world.

"Happiness looks beautiful through the glass, but it can't be touched ..." The author started with this sad sentence, which not only aroused readers' interest in reading, but also introduced the article appropriately. Then the author uses three "happiness" lenses to show the connotation of happiness, and naturally explains that "happiness is not in the end of the world, but in every moment of life, it is a heavy ear of wheat in the field", which explains the true meaning of happiness.