Happiness is...

Shopkeepers open their doors at dawn, not thinking of government troops or rebels or starving refugees to loot them. People walking in the street do not have to carry a backpack in front of the chest, constantly on guard. People who sleep inside can sleep soundly without worrying about waking up to find the house torn down and the furniture lying in the street like junk. A woman who goes to the grocery store to buy baby formula doesn't have to wonder if it's fake or if the baby will die. The old man who buys cheap spirits doesn't have to worry about buying fake ones, whether the chemicals in them will make him blind. A pupil walks to school alone without looking over his shoulder to be abducted by a swindler. River fishing people open a big net to throw into the water, do not have to think that there are heavy metals in the river, fish and shrimp will die in a few years. No one wandering about the town is frightened to see men in uniform approaching him, thinking that he is about to be arrested. An arrested man does not faint at the sight of a police station, knowing that his basic rights are protected by a lawyer and the law. Those who are already in prison need not fear being forgotten by society and silenced by history. The street folk who go to the office to get any papers need not be prepared to be humiliated. In the autumn night cold lamp reading people, hear the alley suddenly noisy, beat the door to call his name, do not feel catastrophe, burn all the manuscript paper on the spot. People who go to the polls don't have to worry about government rigging or presidential fraud. Happiness is that those in politics need not fear assassination, those who protest need not fear repression, the rich need not fear kidnappings, the poor need not fear the confiscation of their last bowl, the middle class need not fear bloody revolution, and the general public need not fear a word from their leader that there may be war tomorrow.

Happiness is, ordinary day still. The fruit stands still have the most common bananas. There were still cages of plump live chickens in the market. There were still daffodils and silver willows in the florist's shop; the daffodils still smelt rich, and the silver willows still bore their hairy buds. Tacky, red and green kumquat and peony a pot full of arcade, still red and green, tacky and clinking. Banks and post offices are still open, allowing you to send red envelopes and love letters far away. The medicine store was around the corner, and the gold shop was bright yellow. Trams still jingle, trains still arrive on time, taxis still line up at stations, traffic lights still turn red and green, fire trucks still roar, garbage trucks still squeeze into the narrowest alleys. Turn on the tap, still clear water comes out; The street lights still came on automatically when it was dark. Happiness is that the airports are still open, the TV is still singing, the newspaper is still open, there are still words. Foreigners were still coming and going at the doors of restaurants, and children's playfulness was still heard in kindergartens. Happiness is that the cold snap came late at night, the hospital door "emergency room" three words of light, still prominently lit.

Happiness is that ordinary people remain the same. The same people sit at the same places and talk about the same things under the dinner lamp. The young still chattered about their school, the old still chattered about their dentures. The smell of fried fish wafted from the kitchen, and the television news blared from the living room. Happiness is, wave to say "goodbye" in the morning, come back in the evening, the bag is lost in the same corner, smelly sneakers stuffed under the same chair. Happiness is, the hair is white, back has camel, with a magnifying glass hard to read the newspaper, can also walk to the corner to buy two pairs of pancakes and churros back to call you up. Happiness is, usually do not have time to meet people, received your midnight phone call, what do not ask, people have appeared at your door, bring a flashlight. Happiness is when, on a searching afternoon, someone in the same city as you calls and asks flatly: "We are going to buy vegetables. Do you want to bring you eggs and milk? Is your fridge empty?"

Happiness is, although some are hungry city of the dark, someone is lifted a sharp knife in the room, someone is in the office to design a vicious trap, someone is buried landmines in the wilderness, someone was raped his daughter, even so, happiness is that you can still see, on a bench in the long distance bus station, A baby was sucking hard at its mother's full breast, its eyes closed and its eyelashes curled. The dark sea, full of lights of the ship slowly moving, the reflection of the lights with the water rippling. The boy of 15 is growing tall, his face angular, eyes bright ask you where the world begins. Two old men sat by the pool cuddling up to the goldfish, holding hands. The first red flower of kapok in spring can not wait to open, the bird can not help but start noisy at 4 o 'clock in the morning, a goose slipped on the thin ice, the winter sun shines on your face slightly up