What should happiness look like?

What should happiness look like? Living is happiness. It is a kind of happiness to see the rising sun in the morning, and it is also a kind of happiness to listen to family nagging at the dinner table. In fact, everyone has a different definition of happiness. What should happiness look like?

What should happiness look like? 1 having a home is happiness.

People are like kites, and home is a rope. Home is there, and roots are there.

Home is like a supply station and a place to rest in our long life. No matter how many grievances and hardships you have experienced in a relationship, home can melt the frost of your life with its unique magic and give you the strength to move forward again.

Happy are those who have a home to go back to. People always think that relaxed happiness is not happiness, and having a home is regarded as a trivial matter, but when you really experience those days of panic and homelessness, you will find that it is good to have a home and a home behind you!

Parents are happy when they are alive.

Filial piety is the first of all virtues, and parents are the greatest blessing for their children.

Don't just focus on struggle and ignore your parents. Inadvertently, you will find that wrinkles do not know when to climb on your parents' faces, and your parents' backs are no longer generous and straight. Cherish the time with parents, parents are happy when they are alive.

Being accompanied by a lover is happiness.

Love and kindness are the source of happiness, and a love word and a look from a lover are the embodiment of happiness. There is a lover with you, who knows your joys and sorrows.

Love is happiness. Two lovers are happy even if they sit and stare at each other all day. Compared with parents and children, your lover is the person who spends the longest time with you.

Children's health is happiness.

What parents want most is that their children can grow up healthily and happily. For them, nothing is more important than children's health. Happiness is not having money.

Happiness is the love and warmth you feel with your heart, the jiaozi wrapped by your mother in the cold winter, the lamp your lover lights for you in the dark, the laughter of children in your ear, and the door you see when you come back from fatigue.

Happiness is not what you want, but what you have. Happiness is not far away, not in desire, it is by your side. Happiness is like perfume, not on others, but on yourself.

What should happiness look like? Happiness is on the verge of pain.

Love is not a promise, because no one can promise to love each other forever. However, love is a fact, and the words "I love you" are an agreement, expressing sincerity and your heartfelt thoughts.

Love is to treat my heart with your heart and treat your heart with my love. Care for each other, be attached to each other and follow each other. Just love each other quietly.

I remember that when I am with the person I love, I often feel speechless. It was not easy to be together until I was far away and had a distance. When one party feels indifferent, there will be many interludes, there may be a third party, or one of them falls in love with the third party, or one of them is tired of the other, and there are various possibilities. As a result, love becomes fragile, and quarrels will lead to a series of problems.

Our' love' has gone through a long period of more than three years. I hope our destination has an ending, not an end. Through wind and rain, mountains and rivers, through time and space. Our love never stops, but we hope it is profound, eternal and firm.

In this way, we are wandering in the first love, in the original curiosity, in the missed, drooling love in our sleep.

Growing up, we are mature, and our love is like a daughter red that has been brewing for a long time. The more you brew, the sweeter it becomes. In those days of deep love, we looked up at the starry sky together and walked on the boulevard covered with autumn leaves. We walked like this, without separation or going far.

Maybe we, like other lovers in love, have a lot of ideas and dreams for the future. Maybe we think others are very happy. Blouses are just a feeling of ourselves. It's all important and it's not important. Because what we want is painful or bitter work or study and work together, but it is true that we can be happy and dependent.

Perhaps with the passage of time, time will destroy the depth of love, erode memory and dissolve the feeling of love, because we can't be sure, because no one can always predict love, our hearts are hidden in memory, and our hearts are watching the result of love.

I will remember that you are always the most important in my heart. ...

Therefore, I will wait quietly and expect a happy ending that belongs to us. Even if you are happy on the verge of pain. I am also very happy.

From now on, no matter how far you are from me, I will wait for you. I will be happy on the edge of pain, tell you those three words that I didn't have the courage to say yesterday, and tell you that in fact, I love you very much. ...

In the landscape of the city, there are stories like Arabian Nights. In the scenery of the times, we are dreaming brilliant dreams, which make us so happy and love each other so much. Never, never, never leave. Until, it was dark, and it was dark until dawn. Never, never, never change. Really, I've always been attached. The edge of pain is happy, not sad, indulging in dream love.

What should happiness look like? 3 freeze happiness.

Happiness is like a small fish in your hand. If you are not careful, it will slip through your fingers. Happy moments need to be fixed. It is not enough to freeze happiness with memory, only images and words. I don't seem to care much about images, such as photos. Maybe I'm not lucky enough, but there are few happy memories and no preserved photo albums in my life. Zeng Jin also has a book, which collects sporadic photos from study to work, and several photos of being wronged when traveling and getting married.

Due to the relocation of immigrants, after several moves, the album did not know where it fell, and there was no trace. I was a little lost in my heart, but I finally put it down. Since I have a mobile phone to take pictures, the photos are saturated, deleted and saturated, and I don't know how stingy.

In May of this year, a photo taken by my daughter has never been deleted, but it has been kept, and it has been selected as the desktop of computer mobile phone, becoming the most precious photo in my life. Every time I turn on the computer and see the photos, I feel warm in my heart and feel that I am also a happy person.

Before May Day, my daughter kept asking the whole family to go out and put forward many tourist routes, which I refused. Finally, I decided to take my daughter and son-in-law back to my hometown and visit my parents.

My hometown is very old. The old house in the story is covered with a gray beard, and together with the apricot trees in the yard, I don't know when it will be old. Only the sour fruit in memory will grow forever in my words. My hometown crawls at the foot of the mountain, much like Grandpa Zheng in the South Yard, hunched over and leaning on crutches, remembering the spring and autumn of life in the winter sunshine. The mountain is also old, together with the name of the mountain, Motianling, as old as the bonfire in the old movie Shangganling, leaving only distant black and white memories.

Parents have already moved out of the old house and lived in a tall building, letting the old house sigh gently in the wind. There are also the barren slopes and Motianling behind the old houses, the battlefields where my father used to be all-powerful, and the plowed slopes and ditches are no longer trimmed by sickles and hoes, and the wind is long. Lush vegetation and orchards cover up the scars that used to be black and yellow, and dress up today's hometown as beautiful and pleasant.

My daughter specially brought back a micro-camera, which can print photos at any time. My hometown in May always smiles in the sun, and there is no wrinkled cloud in the sky. The blue sky is quietly behind my hometown.

On that sunny morning, mom and dad put on clean and tidy clothes and led a group of our children to climb the mountain bag opposite their hometown, ready to have a good look at the whole hometown. Because of the early trip, the grass tips on the roadside are covered with crystal dew. As soon as I lifted my feet, my skirt was covered with moisture. In the breeze, there is a smell of grass and earth. On the ridge, in the grass, there are many colorful wild flowers. I have always loved flowers and plants, bent down to pick one, held it over my head, chased young people madly, threw a string of laughter into the river in my hometown, fell into the clear water, and danced with a group of white geese.

The foot we stand on is called Pagoda Beam, which is the best angle to see our hometown. Hometown is just around the corner, and the old house is hidden in the shade. Like my father, when I am tired, I pick a load of grass ash and hide under the tung tree. Father stood on the high platform, squinting and smiling. Raise your hand and point, teach me to recognize. That's the back trough, that's Pujiawan and that's Li Shuping. I also smiled and recalled that in those years, every July, I had to lead the team members to climb the Motianling, shovel grass and accumulate fertilizer, and only had cold meals at noon. After that, my father shook his head and sighed. What day was that? Father stood quietly, and his expression was full of sadness about the troubled times of the past. ...

My father's sigh also reminds me of my childhood. Why don't I remember Li Shuping and Pujiawan? The happiness of childhood is the colorful mushrooms growing in the Motianling pine forest, the whiteness of pear blossoms in Li Shuping, which gives off the background color of childhood, and my friends and I frolicking and laughing in the river at the door ... I helped my mother to approach my father gently and presented the wild flowers in her hand. I stood among my parents, holding their arms, looking at the green mountains and green waters in my hometown and smiling happily. Clever daughter, press the shutter and fix my happiness on the cover of my hometown.

My daughter quickly printed out the photos and handed them to me. I feel my hands shaking and my heart is ecstatic. What a wonderful photo this is. My father is tall and straight, wearing a white shirt and a light gray vest. With a wave of his left hand, he looks like a general who has returned to his hometown, with a happy smile on his face.

Mother is wearing a green coat, and the wild flowers in her hand are more delicate and charming. I'm wearing a red dress, and my smile is like a bunch of camellia, blooming among my parents. The hometown behind me is particularly quiet and beautiful, and the sky above is intoxicating blue. Looking at the photos and looking up at my hometown, my soul is safe.

There is a saying: My peace of mind is my hometown. I want to travel for half my life, ups and downs, even in my dreams. Only when I return to my hometown and stay with my parents can I feel that my mind is broad and my body and mind are infinitely stretched.

Thanks to my daughter, I have locked in the most precious happiness in my life!