See good luck

See joy, is a so beautiful and simple joy, a go out, he looked up and saw the rich joy hanging on the wall of others. The joy is more joyful than the birds jumping on the branches, and more dense than the branches and leaves swaying in the wind; It is the dizziness when the first love you thought you lost forever suddenly appears in front of you with such a beautiful and sweet smile; Is you in the summer night, sleepily lift the curtain, suddenly see a thin moon hanging in the sky, like the eyes of beauty, gently watching you, let you by the heat of a heart, instant there is a hint of coolness.

In the memory of childhood, there is often this word: go out to see happiness. Is the black brush characters, dragon flying Phoenix dance, or handsome gentle, written on the red background, a brush and a painting can see the happy dance. Most of them were attached to the low wall facing the door, or to a sycamore tree stretching upward, or to a stack of firewood standing tall. Sometimes after the Spring Festival, they will be uncovered by naughty children, and like firecracker debris and snow, disappear in the New Year flavor every day, do not know. But most of the time, they hang there, like a landscape, with a faded base, indicating a certain lukewarm breath. Such a breath, until the red paper hair white, the black has become more and more weak, the New Year is coming, and a fresh "go out to see the joy" covered up.

In the eyes of children, it just represents candy bars, warm fruit like candy bars, or lucky money wrapped in a handkerchief, can be exchanged for firecrackers, pencils, knives and other items of lucky money. The adults are rich in association, will think of a day married to a bride, can rub off on a free lunch; The price of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the small shop was reduced, and he rushed to exchange the money saved for two or two good wines; A spring rain that is more expensive than oil has been falling for many days, dragging shoes to walk a circle in the field, smelling the smell of the soil in the wheat field, feel that this year is really earned.

Is it tangible, or is it a mysterious atmosphere hidden behind tangible objects? People look up to see this joy, how like an innocent child, just taste a little sweet on the mother's breast, and then giggle contentedly?

I have always felt that seeing joy is something that only exists in the countryside, and the open door is easy for people to step out and see the vibrant green joy hanging in the treetops. And in the city, the security door layer by layer barrier, we see, is no longer playful light joy, but the door of the drunk drunk, swearing to climb upstairs, perhaps climb the wrong floor, will be a girl upstairs, as his wife, foul language to spit out. Sometimes when you open the door, there are leaflets to sell health products and aphrodisiac drugs, all of which are a pair of mouth spitting lotus shape, so that you are firmly stuck by his flies, and even can not close the door. Sometimes you clearly hear the young couple upstairs are excited about their wedding, but they can't even eat a piece of candy, and they don't even look at it when they come down to pass your door, let alone give you a little bit of happiness.

This is the heavily guarded city we live in, and that joy does not spread, nor is it so strong that the streets are boiling. You are in the quiet house, and joy is walking alone in the crowded commercial street, like a lost child, can not find the pure eyes of joy, can stay, or brewing.

So I always miss the country. In a dream, or in the city traffic. When I walk, I see sadness, I see selfishness, I see hurt, I see dirt, but I only see shining happiness. The world is noisy, but joy is hidden in the dark, let me look for it everywhere, and I can't see its trace.

A long time later, in the middle of summer, I was walking down an alley in Beijing when I looked up and saw a gentle sign with two quiet and simple characters: See happiness. Is a cafe, provides coffee, daze, nap, miss, graffiti, also accept sadness, memory, fade and pain. I was near the window, looking out the window of the time, they along the skinny alley, like a small wind through the hall. I can hear the sound of pigeons whistling in the blue sky, which makes the time quiet, even a frozen trance. I also smell a sweet aroma, distant, if there is nothing, like gossamer, in the air. Is such a soft breath, let me once anxious summer, in this undisturbed corner, like a cat to sleep for a while. I also had a little dream, a soft, joyful, relieved dream.

Whether in the country, or the city, as long as you can feel the beating of the heart, then, even in the yellow sand filled, we can also see the soft warm joy.