There is a taste of happiness in the world

　　White porcelain cups lying quietly on the table, delicate and gentle looking like a young girl in March, curls of steam rose from them. The yellow ones are chrysanthemums, and the bright ones are roses, floating and sinking.

　　In a proper moment to do a thing that you like, it is also considered to be an unattainable destiny.

　　The first thing you need to do is to choose a place where you can be happy, love or friendship, or just a mood, these, in the end, are not forced.

　　The heroine of the novel always loves to lie on the edge of the pond to catch fish, catch and release, release the catch, and enjoy it. The hero took it to heart and ordered a wooden bridge to be built over the pond, teasingly saying that he was afraid the girl would accidentally fall into the water one day and die prematurely.

　　Oh, how extraordinary, no roses and diamond rings, no street kneeling courting, a wooden bridge, your heart, I already know.

　　I can not give you anything, just in the snow of a certain winter, reading the poem: green ants new grains of wine, red mud small fireplace. The sky is about to snow, can drink a cup? It's going to snow, want to drink a cup? I will accompany you.

　　I can not give you, but can only accompany you, sad and happy together.

　　The day will come when we all slow down our steps.

　　The street scenery passing by leisurely, next to the corner, the clean girl, wearing a white shirt, and blue jeans, smiling brightly at you.

　　Then, I would like to be the one watching the scenery, sitting on the street bench, sipping warm milk tea, waiting for you to look back.

　　The world has a taste of happiness, Lin Qingxuan said this happiness is "light joy". I was too young to taste, wanting those heart-warming feelings: wanton crying and laughing, capricious give and take, distinct love and hate, clear right and wrong ...... and dazzling bright days, though, that is the best model of life.

　　The foggy days of early winter are cold and damp, and the trunks of the trees on both sides of the road can no longer see many leaves, and passers-by are also in a hurry, and the wind blows by, adding a few chills. Occasionally a leaf drifted down and fell on the wet ground, dark yellow, light yellow, withered yellow, and mixed with green yellow ...... seasonal alternation so clean, only the green trunk left silently to the sky, much like a dream that used to rise in the past years.

　　The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the past, and you can see in your dreams that your grandmother is still standing at the intersection sending me away or waiting for me to go home. When I was young, I left school early and changed jobs in different places, thinking that the passion, the decisions I thought I had no regrets about, the patience or suffering were the beginning of realizing my dreams, the things I had to do to love and care for my loved ones. I left time and again, and I easily left my grandmother's long gaze, although years later every time I think of it, I could not stop the tears, at that time, I did not know.

　　When I was young, I couldn't feel the time flying by, so I always wondered what was going to happen. I longed for the outside world and was enthralled by the unknown beginnings each and every time. The day-to-day routine will be irritating, pretentious for the sake of vanity, envious of other people's bright life, even because of the disabled parents and the poverty of the grievances ...... time is a cold machine, will not be moved by the red earth sadness, even though those thoughts in my heart countless times, the years have quietly slipped by.

　　The story is long and short, life goes round and round, long and short time, in the irresistible fate slowly drift away. I thought the years were carefree, but I didn't expect to take on the life cycle of separation early, sending loved ones away one by one; I thought true love would have a long day, but I didn't expect change to come faster, in exchange for their lonely road; I thought seriousness was valuable in life, but I didn't think it would become the so-called smooth hindrance. I didn't realize that since when? The day became high and far, the heart became smaller and smaller, and the dream is no longer vague, I just want to hold the heart of the sadness and joy, the slight warmth in front of the eyes.

　　The best teacher is to grow up and unconsciously change the appearance of the years, I also understand what is happy.

　　I'm not going to throw envious glances at others, I'm not going to look forward to a life that doesn't belong to me, I'm not going to fantasize about a life of unhappy love, I'm not going to envision myself as the protagonist of a story ...... sometimes there's nothing to do, sitting in front of the afternoon window in the sun, writing a few lines of scattered simple words; sometimes I'm deliberately lazy, throwing away what I have to do and going for a walk; sometimes I will quietly wistful, grandmother's warm embrace parents generous smile, tears to wash away the dust on the heart; sometimes slowly drink a cup of tea or coffee, no longer count yesterday ate some losses. I like to hold my daughter's hand, slowly walk across the street corner, and then slow down some steps, stand somewhere quietly listening: the sound of people talking and cars on the road, the sound of children laughing and shouting ...... smashes the noise of pomp and circumstance, until my heart.

　　The human body has a taste of happiness, these small moments, but let me feel so real existence and possession. The fact is that you will find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

　　The weather forecast said there was rain and snow, I began to look forward to ......