Actually, I am very happy.

Some people say that happiness is a three-petal flower: there is a dream in the heart, something in the hand, and love in the side. Kneeling in the window, calm down and wash away everything in this world, trace the heart, and truly examine everything in this world. In an instant, paying attention to the waves of joy in the memory, I found that this one spray is like a crystal clear jade, all with a happy color...

Life is like a trip, but there is no return ticket. The accumulation of the worldly smoke and the ruthlessness of the years erodes the pure heart. We squander our lives and look for happiness in the distance, because we do not guard the berm of the soul, so that the surface of happiness is mixed.

The bird of happiness is a group of people flying. After the sunset, the autumn leaves return to the roots, pay attention to every corner of life, happiness is everywhere:

Lonely empty alley, a few old people playing table games, Jin Ge iron horse, galloping on paper, leisurely leisurely!

Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family dinner, the mother pushed the best dishes to the children, Tianlun family!

The catkins are lightly shaken, and the flowers are fragrant. A pair of lovers sit by the river and squat on the lobsters. They are silent, and their eyes show a little happiness!

The smoke is swaying, the farmer is ploughing, the child is welcoming the father, the father is holding the son, the son is holding the cow, and the mother is standing at the entrance of the firewood...

Bit by bit, broken pieces and zeros, naturally, really. No one would think that these are great happiness because they are happy. But at the same time, they are already the scenery in the happy long scroll, which is dotted with the world.

In the evening, the hurricane is against the brigade, and it is very cold and windy. Sitting alone in front of the window, it is full of stars and stars. This is a kind of happiness, a supreme happiness.

Open the window of memory. Shake off the dust and carefully open the bottom page of the mind. Review the happiness I am pursuing. What can change this mood at this time? What can you express my heart? The moon and the autumn wind can't, and the sun can't, because happiness is a stop for the heart, and the milestone is not the words, but the truth. True feelings are invisible, big love is speechless, happiness belongs to you and me.

Bathed in the happy morning light, looking at the unknown years, I want to tell the heavens, telling the land: there will always be your sky in the dream, no matter how many years of vicissitudes to drink, I will look forward to happiness and look forward to happiness.

Happiness has settled in my memory!

First day: Chen Qiaofei