What does happiness mean?

In an increasingly personalized contemporary society, personal happiness is often specific and subtle. Is concrete and subtle happiness directly in the concrete and subtle material world? It is not necessarily true. My friend Lao Zhao, a cadre at the department level, a house, a family, a child, and various gifts that were donated during the inspection, conference, and activities could not be finished. In the opening season of the year, I met Lao Zhao. He said to me enthusiastically: "What new book has been written for me, oh, I don't want you to buy it. I have more books, you sign it. Ok," he said again. "Do you want a book ticket? Do you want international brand cosmetics? Soymilk? Juice machine? Ceramic electric water heater pot? I send it to the household! You don't know that it is a disaster, a room in my house is full. I am not willing to be a waste product, but I am too embarrassed to throw it in the garbage." I said: "Ah, it’s so happy." I didn’t expect Lao Zhao to suddenly hear the voice, silent for a long while, shaking his head and saying: "Happiness? I really didn't feel it." "I can't deny that the material world will bring us satisfaction, self-satisfaction and even intoxication, but we really can't rush to conclude that it is happiness." Many good feelings nowadays are extremely unstable. Often the swearing is born, the smile is still there, the voice is not falling; often the bench has not been sitting hot, the new house has not lived warm, so that the feeling has not yet become a happy has become a cloud of smoke.

Of course, happiness always exists. It must rely on one person to deliberately seek happiness for himself, but also have the luck to complete. Just one day during the meeting, I fled the hotel's sumptuous meeting meal and declined a meal that was said to be quite important and came alone on the street. I walked in the cold wind of early spring and found a street in the old city of the concession. Nothing else, only for the season, but also for the ancient style that this street still exists. This street is a small vegetable shop with one family, each of which specializes in its own specialty. Occasionally, nearby farmers will sell some fresh vegetables grown on the street. Some local vegetables still contain the texture and taste of the past. Some textures will seduce history, evoke resonance, reproduce memories, deepen understanding, and make people understand the meaning of delicious food. Infinite desire. Very good, I caught up with the season. I found a newly picked late vegetable dish, the skin color purple bright, the moss stems thick and fresh, is a good product of several winter snow, can not be met in normal days. I also searched for cockroaches. I found the first pea seedlings in the baskets of the old farmers on the street. The fingernails of the seedlings are usually small and thick, and the leaves are green with purple. This is only cold to ice. A few feet of the last few winters, and often come out with a good sun, only a touch of fresh color. Such a glamorous, eaten in the mouth, sweet fragrant spleen. I have worked as an educated youth. I have planted my own land. I have weathered the climate and years of the above vegetables. Cultivation and expectation, hunger and full meal, blood and sweat flowing, endless imagination and young ambition, all awakened, all come, I am not alone in the strange street. The intelligent vegetable farmer can see that I know the goods at a glance. The sale is not done first, and the face is the pride of being appreciated. A small sale will also stimulate the rhythm of the mountains and rivers. Then go home with joy and meticulous cooking, only one entrance, delicious, I can't help but sigh: So happy!

It turns out that happiness is in the ins and outs of life. It turns out that the ins and outs of happiness are full of personal experiences. Happiness is about such a micro and self-hardship and outside humanity. How many times, when I finally overcome my extreme exhaustion or extreme disappointment, dragging my feet to the outdoors; when I finally walked to 10,000 steps, the cold blood became warm, this time, my every bite Breathing is all happiness. It turns out that happiness has a strong inner heart; it is a strong pride in this heart; it is this kind of powerful pride that can counter the hardships of life. Happiness is often not represented by external excitement, always by personal calm or tears; salty in tears, not just sweet.