As soon as a person lands, he is a life individual, with his own life, ideals and ambitions, and a different interpretation of happiness. If we really only know the value of happiness after losing it, who else has the courage to pursue it?
Thousands of years ago, the general who fought with a bow and a sword thought victory was the greatest happiness for him; Mencius, a Confucian scholar, believes that "having fun with the people" will lead to happiness; Hundreds of years ago, Copernicus, who grew up in the dark ethical code, thought that the pursuit of truth was a kind of happiness, and the famous mathematician and physicist Ampere thought that selfless work and success were a kind of happiness. Now, Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl, who are famous for their martial arts in Jin Yong's works, regard vigorous love as happiness; In the network, the "net worm" who is "drunk and dreaming of death" takes pleasure in galloping in the virtual world ... Different times, different historical conditions and even different people have different experiences of happiness.
Spring passed in the form of flowers, summer in the form of branches and leaves, autumn in the form of fruits, and winter in the form of ice and snow. And our happiness will take different forms like spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then end up in the loess with our lives in different forms. Therefore, we should seize our own happiness and don't always envy others who are happier than ourselves. If you care too much, your happiness will become a grave. Do you know that happiness and graves are worse than an idea?
There is a song that says, "Plain is true ..." This reveals a sense of happiness-a plain life. For some people, this is nothing. Can this be considered happiness? But for some people in special positions or homeless and desperate people, it is an unattainable happiness. But those who live a dull life every day are eager for another kind of happiness-energetic and exciting ... In fact, if one is willing to keep the heart of seeking happiness from time to time, then happiness can be seen in the changes of things, whether it is full of vitality or dead silence. That kind of happiness is not in things, but in the heart, in feelings, and even in the eyes, so everyone's happiness has its own interpretation. You don't have to worry that you are less happy than others.
Because, your happiness has a voice from the deep heart, can you hear it? It's a silvery sound from nature. Listen, how wonderful!
Winter has arrived, and the heavy snow has covered the earth with a thick layer of white. In this white world, God gave Han Mei to the world to decorate it with snow.
The cold wind blew the snow on it, took off its thick clothes and exposed its red skin. Put Xiangmei in the wind, let it float away, send it to our noses, and bring a freshness to the lonely winter days. I looked at Hongmei and thought, Are you happy to drive it alone in this lonely winter day?
In spring, when flowers bloom, it silently begins a long wait. Peach blossom, pear blossom and cuckoo, they try their best to express themselves and express themselves with all their feelings in order to gain the reputation of the king of flowers. Are they happy? Han Mei despises these things. It's not that plum blossoms can't compete with them. I feel that the life of competition and ostentation is too tired. It thinks that happiness is dull, and it is to feel it with one's own heart instead of showing off with one's own appearance to win the praise of others.
Autumn is the time when the trees are full of fruits, and plum blossoms are saving energy for winter. Work silently in the season when no one is watching. This is a full life. It says that a full life is happy.
Finally, it's winter, and it's an open season. At this time, the cold wind kept blocking it, and the low temperature kept blocking the blooming of the bud, but it silently endured it. The wind blew in waves, the branches kept swinging, and the buds seemed to be shaken off. The wind blew for a few days, and the bud still clung to it like a stick to a branch. After the wind stopped, it has been absorbing nutrients and breathing cold and blooming. How can you see the rainbow without wind and rain, and how can you smell the cold plum fragrance without cold wind baptism? This is a great struggle, and Han Mei is experiencing happiness in this cold wind.
It seems that God gave the cold plum to the world, gave it the ability to endure loneliness, and arranged it in the winter when flowers withered. Only its enemy ice and snow accompanied it, and it drove alone and silently returned to the earth. However, it did not complain about this treatment, but regarded it as a gift from God. It is still so lively and lovely, and it will always be like a vibrant young man. Loneliness is not terrible, as long as there is a heart that can look at itself and an optimistic heart, there is still happiness.
What is happiness? Happiness is a lonely plum, a soul that can find happiness in the ordinary, face life with an optimistic and cheerful heart, and carefully taste happiness. Happiness is just the spice of life. Open your heart and happiness is not far away.
Eighteen is a sentimental season. Maybe I will never understand love, but I have found love-a faint happiness.
It was a warm spring, and one day at noon, my mother and I just watched a TV series, in which a couple supported each other because of unfair fate, which was really touching. Suddenly, my mother sighed: "Young people's love road is really tortuous!" " "What about your middle-aged love?" I asked in an almost naughty tone. My mother was stunned at first, but when she saw my expectant eyes, her face turned slightly red for a while, and then she thought deeply, saying, "The love of middle-aged people is light, just like jasmine." I'm surprised. "Like Molly?" This answer seems too common and too profound, which is really intriguing.
One day, my mother fell ill and was taken to the hospital. So dad left his busy work and went to the hospital to take care of his mother. One Sunday morning, I went to the hospital to visit my mother. When I opened the door of the ward, I was shocked by what I saw: my mother slept peacefully in the bed, my father sat in the chair in front of the bed, holding my mother's hand with one hand, and fell asleep on the bed. The morning sun crept in quietly, and there was a bottle of jasmine on the table, covering them gently. Everything is so quiet and beautiful.
I seem to have woken my father. He looked up sleepily, gently put down his mother's hand, and then crept out of the door and pulled me out. Looking at my father's haggard face and bloodshot eyes, I couldn't help but ask lovingly, "Dad, why don't you sleep in the nursing bed?" Dad yawned and said, "I slept like a log at night, and your mother refused to wake me up." If I sleep like this, I will wake up when she moves. " "Oh-"Listening to his words, I don't know what words to use to express my feelings at this time. I just feel a spring water flowing into my heart, very clear and cold. Then dad went to buy breakfast, and I sneaked into the ward and closed the door quietly. When my eyes came into contact with my mother's sober and smiling eyes, I felt much more relaxed. "Mom, are you awake?" "Well, daughter, come and help mom rub her arms and feet." It turns out that mom has woken up. I went to my mother and asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? " "No, your father fell asleep in bed. I am afraid of disturbing him, so I have never dared to turn over, and my hands and feet are numb. "
Listening to this simple and ordinary sentence, I was deeply moved and excited. Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with the bunch of jasmine flowers, which became more and more hazy, but gave people a more pure and white feeling.
Love, faint, like the fragrance of jasmine, is also a faint happiness.