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The pale of the bluegrass, is so carefree fluttering, flying comfortably. Under the heavens, it makes a sound of sounding. Never pungent, always so gently, can not help but wake up everything from a dream like, the flavor of happiness, light, but so charming.
Gardenia simple, never use anything to decorate, always so simple. A white sandy clothes, is God's gift. Clothed in this plain clothes, emanating the fragrance, as if it is a change of mood, is so satisfied. The flavor of happiness, pure and simple, but so intoxicating.
The smell of the air, filled with sunshine. Hiding all the darkness. Everything danced with it, slowly brewing, slowly drifting away, then refreshing the heart. It was like getting drunk, sinking into a dream, sinking, sinking again. The flavor of happiness, faint, but so warm.
The Q-Q of the fragrant tea is like the buds after the rain. The pity, the love, the fulfillment of limpidity, falls all over the gap. I can't help but chew on it, and I can't help but gently raise a smile on my face, tugging at my heartstrings. The flavor of happiness, fresh, but so cold.
The brightness of the moonlight, reflecting a petal of the night, that is a gentle cover. It brings the silence of the night, fading the endless dusk. Forgot "where the wine woke up tonight", but remembered "but wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of public Canyuanjuan" of the beautiful long-cherished. The flavor of happiness, miserable, but so warm.
Light as snow, pure as clouds, indifferent as rain, fresh as the wind, warm as the sun, happy as the shadow, like a shadow.
The wisps of sweetness went straight to my heart, sucking every cell of my heart - I felt the flavor of that happiness.
For me now, my mother's love is the flavor of happiness that belongs to me. Over the years, my mother did not let me live an enviable life, but I stroked my heart, she never treated me poorly, and, she gave me plenty of food and clothing and books for teaching.
Mother gave me is too much, I can not repay in this life, but I hope that the next life can let my mother as my son or daughter, let me devote all my love to her. The taste of happiness makes me can not help but sigh to myself in the past mischievous me, my mother on my health and education and every day hard work. My mother's love creates my happiness, which is constantly calling me ......
The week before Mother's Day, there happened to be a letter-writing campaign for mothers. I then told my mother in a letter everything that was originally sealed in my heart. When the content of this letter was reflected in my mother's eyes, she fell into bean-sized tears. I cried along with my mother, we hugged each other, and in that moment, I clearly felt my mother's love, and I was completely immersed in her sweet, soft ocean of love. I know, this is the taste of happiness ......
Your love is like a clear stream in the news, slowly flowing into the depths of my heart; your love is like a big marshmallow, so that a touch of sweetness stays in the middle of my heart ......
Happiness is when you give your heart for others without expecting anything in return;
Happiness is when you make a forest for others and the people after you enjoy the coolness;
Happiness is when you give a big bread to a stray Khan and see him chewing on it;
Happiness is when you give your beloved toys to your younger sister and see her smiling happily;
Happiness, you are the only person who can give your heart to others.
Happiness, is you work hard overtime for a month, bought a most fashionable mp4 to give to your girlfriend and found her eyes shining with emotion;
Happiness, is you knitted a sweater for your mother, gave her to wear and found that it fits very well when the mother nodded her head.
Happiness is when a doctor operates on a blind man to restore his eyesight, and when the blind man removes the stitches and sees the first glimmer of light.
Happiness is when you want to know me after I answered your question, and I have another friend;
Happiness is when you complete a big one from a small one!