There is a sweet ingredient.

In the usual study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is a sweet composition I collected, I hope it will help you.

There is a sweet composition 1. There is a kind of sweetness, which comes from hardships and hardships. It's called sweetness. Where there is no bitterness, there is no sweetness, and there is bitterness to be sweet.

Entering junior high school, we added a new task, recording our life by writing a composition. One article a day, stumped me. I wrote a composition once a week in primary school, but now I have to write one every day. This is a Chinese homework every day and must be completed. The teacher said that if you persist, you will definitely improve your writing ability. I can't help it I have been anxious and sad. Every day after dinner, I will be lost in thought because of my essays, and finally I can barely combine them into a blunt article.

Eating hard every day, thinking about how to change the status quo. Consciously accumulate beautiful words and novel expressions. A month passed, and the bitterness of publishing a paper began to sweeten. One of my articles, Autumn in a Small Town, was encouraged by the teacher. Then, the article "The first time I went to the stage to do the problem" was forwarded by the teacher, and I was more motivated to taste the sweetness.

Gradually, I no longer regard daily writing as a task, but as a daily habit. I began to carefully conceive every article. The writing idea is clear, there are many beautiful sentences in the essay, and a beautiful article is born under my pen. Then, we convert the text and publish the official WeChat account. If the article is recognized by the teacher as an American, it will be forwarded through WeChat. My article is spread like this. Flowing words will flow into the vision of more readers, be appreciated and praised. Whenever this happens, this sweetness fills my whole body. This is the teacher's approval of my article, which inspires me to create better and more beautiful articles again and again. This put me in a virtuous circle.

I know this small achievement is insignificant sweetness, and it is a one-time sweetness. If you want to get more sweetness, you have to eat more bitterness. Therefore, I am constantly trying to suffer. I believe that the more bitter you eat now, the more sweet you will get later.

There are sweet ingredients 2 When the red hawthorn is covered with branches, I will always remember the sweet taste of sugar-coated haws-the taste of grandma.

In the sound of water, grandma picked up every hawthorn, carefully scrubbed it in her palm and sifted it dry. Little me silently listening to grandma's rambling, watching her slightly bent waist and back, stumbling slightly in the kitchen, my heart gives birth to infinite warmth. Fire, slowly boil the crystal sugar and fried sesame seeds in the pot. Grandma held my hand and stirred together. I often can't wait for the syrup to come out of the pot, so I can't wait to put my hand into the pot. Although I was burned by this, I was still young and repeatedly made taboos under grandma's loving eyes.

Grandma likes to nag. What she nags about is her own past.

Grandma was born in the founding of New China. The war and poverty in her early years honed her perseverance and willingness to endure hardships. "Your little doll hasn't suffered anything." Grandma always talks about her experiences. She wears reading glasses and labels hawthorn carefully and meticulously. The sweetness of hawthorn penetrated into my nostrils and stimulated my taste buds. "At that time, eating a sugar-coated gourd was a wish, unlike you now ..." Grandma skillfully sprinkled syrup on the hawthorn and scattered it everywhere. "But, China is strong now, and we are no longer bullied by others. What is eating Sugar-Coated Berry? " Grandma is full of pride.

I stood at the window with a sugar gourd. The setting sun gave the Central Plains a golden glow. China has had enough suffering, so it's time to share weal and woe. Eating sweet Sugar-Coated Berry in my mouth, grandma's busy figure reappeared in front of my eyes. China is full of vitality again. As pioneers, their hearts are as sweet as honey.

There is a kind of sweetness, which is the sugar gourd made by grandma's loving eyes and heart; There is a kind of sweetness, which is the pride of tall buildings and blue sky and white clouds outside the house!

There is a sweet ingredient 3. There is a kind of sweetness called sharing weal and woe. The road to the rainbow is paved with storms; The road to Peking University in Tsinghua is paved with papers; For me, the road to the mountain bike is paved by 14 days of hard cycling!

My bike is very small. I want to change it to a new mountain bike. However, my cunning mother didn't promise me at once. She rolled her eyes and made a condition: If you ride in Century Park for 14 days, and the distance is 10 km every day, then I will give you a new mountain bike. If you can't hold on, keep your old bike.

For the new mountain bike, I gritted my teeth and agreed.

Unexpectedly, this is a hard and torturous process!

At this time, the weather is not only sultry, but also sunny. Armed to the teeth every day, wearing a sun hat, sun protection clothes and sun protection masks, just like two masked men. In fact, cycling itself is not very hard, but it is boring and sunny, which is really unbearable. Once, halfway through the ride, it suddenly began to rain. Although it didn't rain much, we were still wet and sticky. If we don't ride halfway, I will give up. Another time, I accidentally rode on a water pipe, fell into a dog's face, my clothes were dirty, my hand was scratched, and my brain had collapsed! If it weren't for my mountain bike, my efforts a few days ago would have been in vain, and I want to give up again.

14 days of hard work was not in vain. When the gorgeous red mountain bike is displayed in front of me, my heart is full of a sense of accomplishment! At that time, that moment felt like I saw the top of the mountain when I was exhausted from climbing the mountain; It's like doing a lot of papers and finally winning the first place; Just like eating ice cream on a hot summer day, the sweet feeling makes people feel that all the hard work before eating is worth it at this moment!

No bitterness is free, and the sweetness in bitterness is more precious.

There is a sweet composition 4. What is sweet? Is it the joy of getting something you love, or the joy of working hard to get success? I think that sweetness is maternal love.

That day, I played with my friends in the white shirt I just bought, but in the evening, my clothes became dirty and black. When I got home, I was too scared to go in, for fear that my mother would get angry and say, "Why is it so dirty?" This is the shirt you just bought! Next time, don't come back "

I stopped imagining at once, feeling a burst of confusion and a cold wind coming in my head. Forget it, just go home, whatever. My brain is driving me. I can't help it I opened the door with my hand and went in. I can listen carefully, but there is no sound. Look around, the lights are off and mom is not at home! I could have finished washing the clothes before my mother came back, but when I went to the bathroom, I heard the sound of snow outside and thought that the water was too cold to wash now, it was too cold! I took off my shirt and went to do my homework.

Stop! The door opened and my mother came back. In order to make my mother happy, I immediately handed her the homework I had just finished. Mom watched it again and again. It didn't take long, but it seems a few hours have passed today. Soon, a happy expression appeared on her face: "Yes! Usually you make a few mistakes, but there is nothing wrong today! " Mom said, mom went to the bathroom. I thought mom was going to wash her hands. I think, if mom forgets this, wait until tomorrow, I secretly wash it, and mom won't find out. Just when I was happy for my cleverness, I suddenly heard a rustling sound at the door of the bathroom. I walked quickly to the bathroom, thinking that something had happened to my mother. But when I got there, I froze. My mother is washing my clothes with ice water. I was suddenly ashamed. I immediately ran to hug my mother, but her mother said, "Why hug me? Didn't you see that I was washing clothes? " "No, mom, I was wrong. Don't wash it again, it will freeze you! " Mother smiled and said nothing.

Through this incident, I think maternal love is a kind of sweetness. Please care for them and don't trample on their mother's love.

There is a sweet composition 5. There is a sweet taste that contains all kinds of flavors. The moon is full of rain and shine, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is old and difficult. I hope people can live together for a long time.

Good wishes are always sweet. If you have experienced the hardships of life and the changes of the world, you will feel happier and sweeter.

The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is hazy, and the water drops grow moss. The rainy season has quietly arrived. When the rain stops, ride a bike to find a lotus pond. Insect sound and lotus fragrance float with the wind. Looking at the bright raindrops held up by lotus leaves, taking a deep breath quietly, savoring the fragrance of the soil after the rain, and experiencing the fun of life is a bit sweet.

Memories of childhood, colorful egg buns woven by my mother, red beans, dates, peanuts and glutinous rice balls; Aunt white hair with cold juice tomatoes; The windmill made by grandma and dad; And Xiaohei, wagging his tail, followed. There is always a kind of sweetness with deep thoughts.

Pick up childhood memories, find a reed, take the children, take off reed leaves and try to make a windmill. After many attempts, I seem to see grandma's fleshy hands and loving face, tearing the reed leaves into small strips, folding them like this and then folding them like that, and the finished windmill is tied to the reed tip, spinning in the wind, blowing out the natural sound in the field with the reed leaves whistling, or high. Watching the children holding the windmill, holding it high, waiting for the arrival of the wind, the children have a sweet childhood joy in the days of "hmm, hmm, hmm" following the rotation rhythm of the windmill.

When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, I have been looking forward to the maturity of Xiaomi. I look forward to letting you hold my hand and play a handful of millet in the golden field to share the joy of harvest. It's sweet to wear millet as a necklace and hang it with the sun.

Nothing is perfect in the world, and there will always be some regrets left for us. However, these do not affect us to experience sweetness. Looking at the smile in tears is sweet, and trying to live a natural life will be sweet only if there is separation and bitterness.

There are sweet ingredients. When I was 6 years old, my grandparents and I lived in my hometown. When I left home, it was a large piece of my own sweet potato field.

In spring, my grandfather used a hoe to gather the fields into high ridges. A heavy rain completely soaked the soil. After the rain, my grandparents carefully buried the sweet potato seedlings in the ridge. Ten and a half days later, the fields were covered with lush rattan leaves. By the end of summer, sweet potato fields began to release intoxicating and unforgettable taste.

During the summer vacation, I returned to my hometown, exhausted. An enter a door, sweet potato fragrance wafted, "wow! It smells good! " I shouted in surprise. My mother-in-law greeted me hurriedly: "Come and try my mother-in-law's sweet potato soup." She lowered her head and said, "Your grandfather used to be tired and bitter, and he seldom accompanied you. Today, you came back. Let's make a reunion dinner with sweet potatoes. " Grandpa often does odd jobs outside, and the meager land really can't make more money. Mother-in-law bears the heavy farm work at home with her thin body.

This sweet potato reunion dinner is really rich. Besides sweet potato soup, there are roasted sweet potatoes, dried sweet potato and sweet potato vermicelli pot. I picked up a baked sweet potato and peeled it to reveal the mouth-watering Huang Chengcheng sweet potato meat. I couldn't wait to take a bite, soft and sweet. At that moment, my world was full of flowers. Grandma smiled happily when she saw my desire. I asked her to try baked sweet potatoes, too. Grandma waved her hand and said, "I'll eat sweet potato soup."

If you are hungry at night, go to the refrigerator to get something to eat. When I opened the refrigerator door, I saw those baked sweet potatoes in the refrigerator. My mother-in-law doesn't want to eat any. Sweet potatoes get together and release the collected sunlight at night to light up the simple and ordinary life.

I like the simple and even dusty appearance of sweet potato, and I prefer its inner sweetness and warmth. Holding a hot baked sweet potato in my hand, I touched my grandmother's silent and passionate love and tasted the sweetest and happiest taste in the world. There is a kind of love, hidden in sweet potatoes.

There is a kind of sweet composition 7 sweet, which is a kind of beautiful enjoyment. A feeling of happiness and warmth flows in my heart.

At first, I thought sweetness was an experience of taste buds. Eating a candy, a dessert and a drink are all enjoyment of taste beauty, and that kind of happiness and happiness comes from the mouth.

With the growth of age, I gradually found that "sweetness" is not only an experience in taste buds, but also a beautiful feeling. Now I have found a kind of sweetness, which can be sweet to my heart and warm to my stomach. This sweetness comes from people's sincere care.

An exam, the score gap is too big, which makes me very lost. There are still many knowledge points that I can't do. I used to think that I would do so badly in every exam. After learning this, my parents didn't preach to me as expected, but analyzed the test questions with me to find out the improvement, and encouraged me to believe in myself, make up for what I couldn't do and continue to improve. With the encouragement of my parents, I began to study hard, fill the loopholes and pave the way for the next exam. There are always some difficulties in my tutorial, but before these small difficulties, there will be friends to help me and explain them step by step. Although sometimes some questions are slow to learn, or even I don't understand them several times, they don't resent my slow learning and have been patiently explaining them to me. The tutor who once reported to work also expressed his willingness to help me make up lessons and meet a better self. Always moved at a certain moment, I gradually gained courage and confidence, believing that I can do it. At the same time, it also made me taste this special sweetness.

Sweetness is not only a delicious dish, but also various views and feelings, which eventually turn into happiness and warmth. And I also realized a refreshing and warm-hearted "sweetness".

There is a sweet composition 8. Since childhood, I have been by my mother's side, not for anything else, just because my mother's "sugar is very sweet." In my impression, my mother has a lot of "sugar" and will give it to us from time to time.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother didn't worry less. On the first day of school, the school bus picked me up. I just don't get on the bus, and my mother advises me sentence by sentence. As for what to say, I have long forgotten. My mother is very kind. She didn't hit me, but patted me on the head with warm hands. At that time, my mother's "sugar" had filled her mouth, sweet.

After school, my mother greeted me with a smile and asked me if I had a good time. Did you fall? Cold not cold? Is it hot ... In short, I have asked everything I can, and I have no time to talk, because my mouth is full of "sugar" stuffed by my mother.

Now in junior high school, I get up in a hurry in the morning, and the messy bed is just lying there, and I have no time to take care of it. My mother used to help me clean up every day. Quite (sorry) from then on, that night, I always fell asleep eating "sugar"

At noon, my mother greeted the door with a smile. The table is full of food, but no matter how delicious the food is, it is still not as good as the table full of "sugar" given by my mother.

On summer nights, when I come back from school, my mobile phone always boils water in advance. When you get home, take off my schoolbag and let me have a comfortable hot bath. In this short process, I always eat "sugar".

Small details in life, as long as it is about mother. Everyone has sweet "sugar" and has never been tired after eating it for so many years. My mother is just like me.

That kind of sweetness is mom's "sugar". Really?-very sweet.

There is a sweet composition 9 today. I will tell you about the happy life of dessert.

When the kitten dessert first came to my house, I wanted to sharpen my claws, so I started to grab the wooden cabinet, and my father found it. I was very nervous at that time, wondering if dad was going to send the kitten away? But dad is not the kind of person who likes to be angry. He went back to the house and took out his mobile phone, clicked on Taobao and bought a cat scratch board. Two days later, ding-dong, oh, the courier arrived. I opened the door excitedly, and the courier uncle gave me the courier. I closed the door and couldn't wait to open the courier. Wow! This is a bird's nest-shaped cat scratch board with a pot of cat grass and a toy fish on it. I was so happy that I threw the little fish at the dessert. The dessert bit me and started to play. After a while, the kitten was out of breath. I put the cat scratch board in an easy-to-see place. The kitten climbed up, scratched here and sniffed there. I don't think dessert will cause more trouble. Just before I left, it made an action that surprised me. It fell asleep on the cat scratch board! Alas, two small eyes staring at the dessert narrowed into a crack and made a happy expression. Alas, the kitten dessert is really worrying.

Recently, my father's colleague also raised a cat and gave us a bag of cat food. After I opened it for the first time, the sleeping dessert woke up, smelled the fragrance and ran to my face. I poured it some cat food and it swallowed it in one gulp. Even I envy that look.

Once, the dessert was playing with my red scarf, and I shouted it away. I thought about it, found a red cloth, cut two pieces, found a pen container and a cone, tied them together, and tied the two pieces of red cloth cut together with the pen container and cone to make a cat toy. I put the finished toy next to the kitten's dessert, and it immediately had a bad time. Let me see it in my heart.

Dessert grows happily in my home, and I am also very happy. I like dessert.

There is a sweet composition 10, which is full of happiness and warmth.

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The first imprint of sweetness comes from candy. A candy in my mouth became an unhappy baby. It's not good to eat too much sugar, but until now, I still like the sweetness in my mouth, which has turned into a restrained and depressing taste.

Later, sweetness began to be more than just a taste, and gradually blossomed into a kind of spiritual happiness. Most people are experiencing ups and downs, pursuing the feeling of being surrounded by sweetness.

But I really have a long-lasting sweetness, which I got from junior high school. Fortunately, I made friends with the composition, and I was full of its charm from the first day of school. Writing every day never stops, but from meeting to getting to know each other, it has also gone through hardships. It was difficult to persist at first, which made me feel bored almost every night. I was not interested, but I persisted under pressure. But when I tasted the sweetness for the first time, I was motivated to face the road of prose.

Since last semester, I have accumulated nine essays, which are piled on the table. Every time I see it, it's like seeing hundreds of accumulated nights. I wrote every book and expressed it. After a long time, even those who insist on taking a look have become indelible happiness. Writing essays is like compiling your own style, no matter what the characteristics of the text are, you speak for yourself with eternity again. Different writing styles and different expressions are revealed, which have become a world dotted with life and small beauty.

Watching the teacher forward the composition every day has also become an expectation and happiness. In my spare time, I always like to see if there are any articles about me in today's circle of friends. If my name appears, I will underestimate which paragraph the teacher picked up behind me, and I am full of joy; If not, don't be discouraged, pay more attention to others, learn that way of thinking silently, and learn other people's languages and characters. Being able to be sure of myself and learn from others is also a sweet secret given to me by the essay.

There is this sweet smell around my life, and it is constantly spreading, and it has become a hidden sweetness in my life. I want to have it in the next three years, and I feel that my words are echoing with endless sweetness.

There is a sweet composition 1 1, which is often just a metaphor. What does it have to do with the smell called "sweet"?

We often say, bitter before sweet; People often say that you get something for nothing. It seems that life has an end, and the suffering of life will eventually lead to happiness. Here, sweetness is compared to the happy goal and happy life state of life.

However, in my fifteen or sixteen years' journey as a teenager, I only read bitterness, which seems to be far from exhausted.

Gou Jing, a popular online merchant in Taobao shop these days, even rose at the beginning of the exemption period before college dropouts. She studied hard and achieved excellent results. However, after being impersonated for two consecutive college entrance examinations, after more than 20 years of ups and downs, she seems to have become a self-reliant, steady and small-time businessman. However, her classmates with similar grades in high school did not suffer the same misfortune. Now seven or eight of them are university professors.

I am not obsessed with society and life because of the phenomenon of hook sutra. If I am unfortunately admitted to a non-city or district key high school in this senior high school entrance examination, three years later, I will probably only be admitted to an ordinary university called "non-double first-class", or even a lower vocational university. Even if I work hard in the future, even if I can get into graduate school or even doctoral school, what will happen? Will there be a sweet future? Dare not expect. This year, Xuhui District recruits reserve middle school teachers, and the threshold for registration is "double first-class" school graduates; At present, many state-owned enterprises and institutions, in addition to graduate students and doctoral students, have an implicit requirement to review the first degree. Just as the saying goes, "dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice can make holes when they have sons." Isn't this a typical "fertility theory"? When you can see the end of your life at a glance, how can you "share joys and sorrows"?

I am not afraid to ponder the world in the worst way, just because my young heart expects the world to be better and fairer. I hope that every struggling teenager and youth can truly welcome the sweetness of life after experiencing the hardships of struggle. 、

There is a sweet composition 12 life is like an overturned "seasoning bottle", with five flavors in it, each of which can bring us different strange feelings. We usually accept these "strange smells" happily!

In my present time, my favorite taste is undoubtedly "sweet". I believe all the students want to enjoy the sweetness in such "youth". However, if you want to enjoy "sweetness" in the "golden age", you must "suffer first" because it is like a cup of coffee, "bitter first, then sweet"!

The success of all things can't be completed at one time, but it needs many experiments to be better completed. We can't "rush for success", we must calm down and "face difficulties" before sweetness appears!

I am not good at math, so for me, "studying math problems" is a very "distressed" thing, so it is a "bitter" for me. My brain may be "offline" when thinking about math problems, because I am a "person who doesn't like reasoning very much". Too much reasoning will make me impatient, but if I calm down and think about problems, they are all problems.

In the morning, I was probably too hot to think about it. In my eyes, math problems are like "Mars papers". When I calmed down, all the ideas of "Martian Essays" surfaced like "the fog was blown away". Looking at the dense answers below the question, I feel an incomparable "sense of accomplishment" in my heart, which is better than eating honey.

When the problem is solved, there is a sweetness called "sweetness"!

There is a sweet composition 13. I cried, and the pillow was full of tears. Although I have watched it several times, I still can't get into my head. The laughter in my ear turned bitter and flowed into my heart. I was abandoned.

Every time the three of them laugh and fight, I gradually get out of it. Loneliness always creeps into my heart unconsciously. Am I dispensable to them? I am equally annoyed. Why didn't they notice my loss?

In the afternoon, I walked from the dormitory to the classroom by myself, with a vague expectation that they should come and ask me why I didn't go with them. So obvious, they can always detect it. Although they passed me when they entered the door, they didn't say hello or laugh. They poured a pot of cold water on my head. I was finally disheartened. It seems that my existence is not so important. Even crying while sleeping, they didn't notice, but they were getting farther and farther away from me.

I didn't speak all afternoon. I went to dinner alone in the evening, but they still didn't ask.

I was still doing my homework in my seat alone, and their laughter came from the corridor. I covered my ears, and such a happy scene made me feel heavy. A bottle of milk tea suddenly appeared in front of me. I paused, and then looked up. It's them. I put down my hand covering my ears. "We bought this for you. We just had ice cream, but you weren't there. I bought you milk tea in case the ice cream melted. " One of them said. I was relieved and smiled at them, and my heart was already spinning. When they returned to their seats, I couldn't help it. The tip of my nose is a little sour. Although the crystal didn't drop, I really felt that I was concerned.

I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. So sweet, so sweet! There is a kind of sweetness, which is actually a violent impact on the soul at the moment when friendship is cared about.

There is a sweet ingredient 14 sweetness is a taste, a feeling, a mood ... There is sweetness everywhere in our lives, and there are hundreds of millions of kinds of sweetness.

There is a kind of sweetness called persistence.

Sports is not my strong point, on the contrary, it is my weak point. Every time I go to physical education class, I'm nervous and afraid of making a fool of myself. So I practice when I have time after class, thinking that this weakness will become my strength. When I practice after class, I can't run a kilometer at a time. I always use fatigue as an excuse to stop again and again on the road. Once in class, the teacher asked me to run a kilometer. I thought: After that, I will definitely run down. what am I supposed to do？ I was nervous, but on the way, I kept saying to myself, "Come on, stick to it, you can do it." Although I didn't run fast on the third lap, I didn't stop. I kept running for a kilometer. At that time, I was very happy I feel very sweet, and there is a kind of sweetness called persistence.

There is a sweetness called unity.

I remember last summer vacation, I played basketball with some friends. We threw the balls into the basket one by one and enjoyed the wonderful music when the basketball touched the net. Just as we were having fun, four or five people came in from outside, looked us up and down and shouted, "Hey, kids, are you playing?" What, son? As soon as we heard it, we wanted to clean them up and kill them down a peg or two, so we agreed. At first, I always played alone, and I lost a lot of points. Later, I put forward a timeout and then had a good discussion. We should pass the ball more and cooperate more. As expected, we soon caught up with the score. At the end of the game, we were 8 points ahead, and we enjoyed the joy of victory.

Persistence is sweet, unity is sweet, there is a sweetness in life, and there are hundreds of millions of kinds of sweetness in life.

There is a sweet composition 15, "You can't do this article, you have to change it", dad said coldly. There was a dead silence in the air ... I was silent for a long time, only two crystal balls.

I am very wronged.

It took me two hours to carefully conceive this composition, and instead of flowers and applause, I got "I can't do it" and "I must change it".

My father seemed to see something, patted me on the shoulder, left a good article, changed it all, and gently closed the door and left.

Lie in bed, cover your head with a quilt, and fight the cold with the softness of cotton wool.

Why, why did I spend two hours at work to win praise? If I knew this, I wouldn't ask!

I took a deep breath and finally calmed down. At the same time, another idea became dark-

Did I really write it carefully?

The answer is no, I rashly wrote for the outline, but the end digress; Only pay attention to rhetoric, not content; Turn to WeChat every 15 minutes.

Did I really write it carefully? I asked again and again before writing. I sit behind my desk. "The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold ..." I read every word carefully.

"The monotony of the building, the monotony of the lake" is repeated and deleted as "the sadness of fallen leaves". From structural content to grammatical typos, I think bit by bit.

The red pen flowed out of the decisive fire and deleted a redundancy; The blue pen flows out of the water of hope and adds a wonderful sentence; The black pen gives off a rational light and corrects one typo after another. For a time, the flood of red, blue and black tore the original article to pieces, but it also brought rich nutrients to this land and made it reborn.

It's really painful to change my composition. I cut off my rotten meat with one knife. But when I finished correcting my composition, I looked at the colorful ones. When my father appeared with a nod of approval, a spoonful of honey was already in my heart, and the tenderness and sweetness of that bit washed over my whole body, and my body stretched to an indescribable size.

This is a new sweetness. It has experienced bitterness, and because of this, it is better than other sweetness in the world.