Happiness is not having to worry all the time in life. Shopkeepers open their doors at dawn, regardless of whether there are government troops or rebels or hungry refugees to rob them. People walking in the street don't have to put their backpacks on their chests, so always be vigilant. People who sleep in the house can sleep soundly without worrying about waking up to find that the house has been demolished and the furniture is thrown on the street like rags. Women who go to the grocery store to buy baby milk powder don't have to think about whether the milk powder is fake or whether the baby will die after eating it. Old people who buy cheap spirits don't have to worry about buying fake wine, and whether the chemicals in fake wine will cause blindness. Walking to school, a primary school student, need not worry about being abducted by swindlers. Fishermen on the river opened their nets and threw them into the water. They don't have to think about whether there are heavy metals in the river, and whether fish and shrimp will be extinct in a few years. People wandering in the city will not panic when they see people in uniform coming towards him, thinking that they will be arrested soon. The arrested person will not faint when he sees the police station, knowing that lawyers and laws protect his basic rights. People who are already sitting in prison need not be afraid of being forgotten by society and silenced by history. Ordinary people don't have to be prepared to suffer indignities when they go to the office to get any certificates. People who study in the cold light of autumn night, hearing the sudden sound from the alley, knock on the door and call his name, feel a catastrophe, and burn all the manuscript papers on the spot. People who go to vote don't have to worry about the government voting and the president cheating.

Happiness means that politicians don't have to be afraid of assassination, protesters don't have to be afraid of repression, the rich don't have to be afraid of kidnapping, the poor don't have to be afraid of the confiscation of the last bowl, the middle class don't have to be afraid of bloody revolution, and the general public don't have to be afraid of what the leader says. There may be a war tomorrow.

Happiness is that ordinary days remain the same. Fruit stalls are still the most common bananas. There is also a cage of fat live chickens in the market. There are daffodils and silver willows in the flower shop. Daffodils are still fragrant, and silver willows are still in bud. Pots of tacky kumquat peony filled the arcade, still tacky. Banks and post offices are still open, allowing you to send red envelopes and love letters far away. The drugstore is just around the corner, and the gold shop is in Huang Chengcheng. Trams are still jingling, trains are still arriving on time, taxis are still queuing at the station entrance, traffic lights are still red and green, fire engines are still galloping, and garbage trucks are still squeezing into the narrowest alley. Turn on the tap, there is still water flowing out; It's dark, and the street lamp is still on automatically.

Happiness is that the airport is still open, people are still singing on TV, newspapers are still being sold on newsstands, foreigners are still coming in and out of hotels, and children's frolicking can be heard in kindergartens. Happiness is in the middle of the night when the cold current strikes, and the word "emergency room" at the entrance of the hospital is still on.

Happiness is that ordinary people remain the same. In the light of dinner, the same people sit in the same seats and talk about the same topic. Young people are still nagging about their schools, and old people are still nagging about their dentures. The smell of fried fish came from the kitchen, and there was noisy TV news in the living room. Happiness is that those who wave goodbye in the morning come back at night, leaving their schoolbags in the same corner and smelly sneakers under the same chair. Happiness is a white-haired hunchback who reads a newspaper with a magnifying glass. He can walk to the corner to buy two pairs of fried dough sticks and wake you up later. Happiness is the person who doesn't have time to meet at ordinary times. As soon as he receives a phone call from you in a hurry in the middle of the night, don't ask anything. He has appeared at your door and brought a flashlight. Happiness is in a regular afternoon, when you call someone in the same city and ask flatly, "Let's go shopping. Shall I bring you eggs and milk? " ? Is your refrigerator empty? 」

Happiness is that although some people are starving in the darkness of the city, some people are holding sharp knives in the room, some people are designing vicious traps in the office, some people are burying mines in the wilderness, and some people are raping their own daughters, even so, happiness is that you can still see that a baby is sucking her mother's plump breasts with closed eyes and long eyelashes on the bench of the long-distance bus station. In the dark sea, the ship full of lights is moving slowly, and the reflection of lights ripples with the water. Fifteen-year-old boy is tall, with angular face and clear eyes. He asks you where the world begins. Two old men sat by the pool, holding hands and looking at the goldfish. In spring, kapok blooms the first red flower that can't wait. At four o'clock in the morning, the birds couldn't help but start making noise. A goose slipped on the thin ice, and the winter sun shone on your slightly upturned face.