Throughout the ages, countless people have persistently pursued their own happiness. Chang 'e embraced the dream of happiness, swallowed the elixir of life, and flew for nine days, becoming a fairy in the Moon Palace. Can she feel the happiness of being a fairy when she is alone in the cold Guanghan Palace?
Mathilde, who is eager to enter the upper class, wears a necklace and dreams of happiness, but she didn't expect this happiness to be so short. She paid a heavy price for her happiness.
For Grandet, who loves money like life, owning a mountain of gold coins is probably his greatest happiness. But when he sat in a wheelchair and stared at his secret room, even at the last moment of his life, he still remembered his gold. How sad this happiness is.
Many times people often can't see their own happiness, but feel that others' happiness is dazzling. I can't think that other people's happiness may not be suitable for me, nor can I think that other people's happiness may be my own grave.
When the feudal students in China were nominated in the gold medal list, they regarded their wedding night as the greatest happiness in their lives and fought for it all their lives, but Wu used his pen to draw us an ecstatic scene after winning the prize. Is that happiness? I doubt it.
What is true happiness? Du Fu's poems settled in Qianfu, which greatly protected the poor in the world. This is Du Fu's view on happiness. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face. Freedom and happiness are the portrayal of Li Bai's life. Sima Qian explained his understanding of happiness with people who were born dead, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather, while Fan Zhongyan, who climbed the Yueyang Tower, faced the rolling river and recited the worries of his first life and the joy of his second life, taking it as happiness.
Lamenting the ancients' profound understanding of happiness, I gradually came to the conclusion of what I want happiness to be. It is not a precious wealth, not a conspicuous position, but a dedication and sacrifice to others. This is the happiness I want.
Happiness with your own voice.
The writer Dora has a wise saying that the first child is a drop of water and has its own voice. This triggered me. I think every kind of happiness is like a drop of water and has its own voice. You can choose the way it falls, but you can't choose its sound.
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 happiness comes from having fun with the people. 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; Networms who live a drunken life in the network regard galloping in a fictional world as an interpretation of happiness. Different times, different historical conditions and even different people have different experiences.
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, plain and true, which tells a plain and happy 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. However, those who live a dull life every day are eager for another kind of happiness, which is vigorous and exciting. In fact, if a person is willing to keep looking for 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? This is a silvery sound from nature. Listen, how wonderful it is.
Han Mei is lonely.
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, so that it could endure loneliness and arranged it in the winter when flowers withered. Only its enemy, ice and snow, accompanied it, drove it 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, always 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.
Silent happiness
Happiness is a clear spring, an oasis, selfless dedication and life in Hui Ze.
Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
In the defoliation season, I planted a corn seed in the cold soil. At the moment when I dug a hole with my heart and prepared to put the seeds in, my father said that it would not germinate if I planted it now, and I would plant it again in spring. I ignored it and stubbornly put the seeds in and covered them with soil. In my father's helpless eyes, I stood up and stepped on a few feet in the soft soil.
Does everyone else plant seeds in spring? Why should I be like them? Has anyone ever tried to open a quiet place and plant a seed in the late autumn afternoon? It will be a kind of mood, a completely different mood from sowing when the spring breeze blows. Who said that if you plant a seed, you must wait for it to sprout? I just think that the lively land in spring and summer may be very lonely at this time. So, isn't it better to plant a seed and keep it company?
People will always expect and ask for something when they pay, and they will inevitably ask for something in return when they pay. They pay too much attention to the joy of harvesting after sowing and ignore the mood at the moment of sowing. The earth needs a seed buried in its body, which belongs only to itself. I know, because I am lonely, too. Just, who will understand me? Looking back after a long walk, I found my father still standing in the same place, stupefied. I know my attitude just now hurt my father deeply, but he didn't blame him. I just want to forget yesterday, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, myself and everything.
Soon after the winter, I have forgotten the kind of Confucius I stubbornly buried. It was not until the green of spring climbed the branches that my father urged me to water it. Watering? I look confused. Dad smiled and said, didn't you plant a seed last autumn? It's time to water. I finally remembered the scene in late autumn.
Suddenly one day, my father told me that the seeds had sprouted, and I didn't respond to my father's words. Dad dragged me out of the house, and I followed him, shuffling lazily. After standing still, I really saw a bright green seedling smiling at me in the wind.
I want to laugh, but my eyes finally don't contain boiling tears. Looking at my father around me, I cried, completely.
At that moment, I realized that I was not alone.
At that moment, I understood what happiness is.
However, he didn't know that the seeds fell off the cooked corn and could not germinate.
True happiness is like this, the more silent, the deeper. Every corner between heaven and earth is sending a message of happiness, which makes us realize that a happy world is really good.