my happiness

When I was young, I counted the stars on the window sill. The stars of the moon are not seen at night, and the moon is hung in the clear night sky, which is particularly eye-catching. I am stupid to think: Is there really a beautiful fairy in this moon? Is she happy? Are you happy? Is she like me now, looking at the world outside the moon with helpless eyes and helplessness? Then her gaze is the little me who is sorrowful on the window sill?

Hey fairy, do you know what happiness is? Let me tell you gently, okay?

What is happiness?

Happiness is wearing a soft, warm, warm mother's sweater for me;

Happiness is rainy day, my mother holds an umbrella and stands under the window of the classroom, waiting for a back view when I am out of school;

Happiness is a sweet smile that falls on the corner of your mouth when you sleep on your mother's neck before going to sleep every night, smelling the body fragrance of your mother.

happiness is--

But I am a fairy, I don't have these so-called happiness.

No! No! Never!