Are there happy people in the world? Who is the happiest person?
There are happy people in the world who are the happiest people. Now I will tell you his story.
He was strange, and telling it may not make you believe it, but he was strange in this way. He was surrounded by a very thin curtain, which he was born with, and which no one put around him, nor did he ever put around himself. It is not easy to understand this curtain. If we say it is like glass, it is as transparent as if there were nothing in it, but it is not as thick as glass. If we say it is like an eggshell, it is like an eggshell when it is wrapped up tightly, but the eggshell is not transparent. In short, the curtain was so light that it had no weight, so thin that it had no texture, so dense that it had no space, and so bright that it had no barrier. He was surrounded by such a thing, but he himself did not know he was surrounded by such a thing.
He lived his life within this curtain, feeling happy in everything and at all times. He looked through the curtain at all that surrounded him, and felt happy everywhere and in everything.
One day he was sitting at home when two guests came. These two guests turned out to be two swindlers. They intended to get some money to drink and have fun, so they pretended to be collecting donations and ran all the way to his house. For they knew that he was surrounded by a curtain, and they could not see what they were doing.
The two guests opened their mouths and asked him for donations. Their voices were very charitable, and their words were very earnest. They said: the drought-stricken countrymen were starving to the point of having only a thin skin over their bones; the flood-stricken countrymen were yellow and swollen, with water oozing out from everywhere; the soldier-stricken countrymen were wailing with their arms about to be broken; and they were screaming wildly as they held their dying children in their arms. They said that relief of the suffering compatriots was something we should do, so they were willing to do their little bit and came out to donate money everywhere.
He listened to the words of the two guests, his heart was very touched: the affected compatriots are so miserable, so painful, he felt pity, the two guests are so enthusiastic to do, he is very admirable. He took out a large piece of gold from his pocket and handed it over to the guests. The two guests sincerely thanked him and said goodbye. When they left the gate, they looked at each other with cunning smiles on their faces and went off to drink and have fun together.
He was so happy to have donated a large piece of gold that he closed his eyes and thought, "These two guests took my gold and flew to their fellow countrymen in the disaster, distributing it to them. Those who were hungry and thin immediately had something to eat, and each became plump and strong; those who were dipped and swollen were immediately healed, and each became lively and strong; arms that were about to be broken were joined: children who were about to die were saved. How quick this is!" Then he thought, "I am able to have such a joyful life because of these two guests. I will meet such good guests, and what a pleasure!" He was so rapturous that he just smiled at himself in the mirror.
His wife was in the inner room, and knew that he had cheated the crooks out of another chunk of gold. She has been dissatisfied with him to do so, would like to stop him, but looked at his face piled up with laughter, for some reason and did not have the courage to say it directly, only in the heart really can not afford to say a few words in a cynical manner when he was angry. He listened to his wife's words all the time to identify the true flavor, because he was surrounded by a layer of curtain.
A large piece of gold into the hands of the liar for no reason, his wife's heart how sad. She thought that this time must be heavy solid scold him a meal, teach him not to fall into the liar's pawn in the future. She was full of anger, rushed out from the inner room. But as soon as she saw his smiling face, her anger could not come out, and the words of scolding him were also stuck in her throat. She could only put a sneer on her face, and said in a taunting tone: "You have done a great good deed, and as soon as people ask for it, large pieces of gold come out of your pocket. You are really the only good person in the world! You can do more good deeds like this in the future! The more you do, the better you are as a person!"
He looked at his wife's smiling face, so beautiful, so sincere, already too happy to say; and heard her words so earnest, so rich in sympathy, even more happy as drunken, I do not know what to do. His mouth was so full of laughter that his fat face was wrinkled; a series of laughs sounded like an old crane singing at night. He could easily hold back the laughter, said: "I met no one is not a good person, especially you, so good that I can not think of appropriate words to praise, but also feel that contains a deep and incomparable happiness. Of course I will follow your words and try to do as much good as I can in the future." With that, he took a few larger pieces of gold and headed outside.
In front of him was a field, short and green, planted with mulberry trees. He looked far away and saw a number of people moving in the mulberry forest. It turns out that this is the early summer weather, the silkworms will soon be cocooned, eagerly waiting for mulberry leaves to eat. Silkworm people around the clock to pick the mulberry leaves to feed the silkworms. Mulberry forest is not those who own, they have to pay the owner of the mulberry forest, to pick. They have no money, so they have to pawn their tattered cotton clothes, sell the table and stool with missing legs, and make up a sum of money to pay the owner of the mulberry forest. So every mulberry leaf is stained with the stench of money. This stench filled the fields, drowning out the fragrance of the flowers and the sweet aroma of the mud. The sericulturists hadn't slept for nights, their tired faces were gray and their eyes were netted with red silk. They were almost sick, but still barely holding on, both hands kept picking and picking, not daring to slack off. Such faint and weary men moved through the mulberry forest, detracting from the brightness of the sunlight and the greenness of the grass and trees.
As he approached the mulberry forest, he could not perceive at all the idle weariness of the mulberry pickers, nor could he smell the stench of the money that was all over the mulberry forest, for he was surrounded by a curtain, though it was transparent and massless. He only felt full of joy. He thought, "How delightful and intoxicating is this sight! Those people are so happy! Picking mulberry and feeding silkworms is the simple life of the ancient times. That's the kind of simple life they lead." As he thought, he stopped and watched them cutting one mulberry branch after another, filling a basket and replacing it with an empty one.
Full of green clouds, full of green clouds,
People walk in the green clouds.
The green clouds are fed to the silkworms.
The silkworms are fresh and new.
Girls with loose buns, girls,
are not fairies with green clouds on their feet!
Strong of body, strong of arm,
Not a fastidious man of ancient times!
He was so pleased with himself that he chanted his new poem over and over again, and it seemed as if the birds chanted with him and the springs praised him. If someone asked, "Where is the happy world?" He would have jumped and answered, "Our heaven and earth is the heaven and earth of joy. For in this heaven and earth there is not a man, a stone, a blade of grass, or a leaf that is not happy."
He walked through the fields to the metropolis. What touched him most was a five-story building. The sound of machines came from within, majestic and rhythmic. It turned out that this is a spinning mill, in which all the women work. As wives, because the strength of the father-in-law has been exhausted, and can not support the family: as daughters, because the father can not find a job, the family can not live: they have to enter this spinning mill to work. In the morning, before dawn, they rushed into the factory; in the evening, when the sun went home early, they went home. What they ate at noon was cold porridge and hard biscuits brought in. They had no time to comb their hair, no time to change their clothes, no time to stretch their backs and yawn, and when they gave birth to a child, they had no time to breastfeed. They gathered in one place to work, emitting a thick, muddy and dirty odor that congealed into a dismal, disheveled scene. The smell, the sight, filled the building and shrouded it, and the five-story building seemed to be buried in mud and sand, in a gutter.
He walked into the factory building, and he did not feel the mixed dirt and decadence around him at all, because he was surrounded by a layer of curtains, although the curtains were transparent. He just found everything in front of him interesting. He thought: "The invention of this machine is really the first joy of mankind! Just look at the work of the machine, how fast and how skillful it is! And the women are very happy too, they only do that easiest of all jobs, managing the machines." As he watched the machines turning, the women working, and the snow-white yarn being spun, the tide of poetry rose again, and his poem read:
Man's cleverness is only to listen to the sound of the machine,
Man's cleverness is only to watch the turning of the machine.
Machines give us things, good things.
We receive its generous gifts.
I praise the women who work,
White cotton gauze round about them,
Though with so slight a force,
The earth has been grateful for the generosity of their power.
He was so excited: he repeated his new poem, and it seemed that the machine sang along with it, and the women workers nodded their heads in admiration. If someone asked, "Where is the happy place?" He would inevitably jump and answer, "Here too is a happy world. For here there is not a man, a piece of iron, a strand of yarn, or a belt that is not happy."
He stepped out of the spinning mill and was greeted by a large crowd, cheering like a tide, and saluting him in unison. These people found out that he was carrying a lot of large pieces of gold, and wanted to cheat him to buy opium cigarettes, which they divided up. He will not know the bottom, he surrounded by a layer of curtain it!
One of the representatives of these people smiled gently and said to him, "Heaven and earth are happy, and people are happy, and Mr. Mister believes so, and so do we. We think that we are most happy to be happy people in a happy heaven and earth. We can't have a memorial for this. We intend to build a tower of joyful remembrance, and we think that Monsieur must approve of it."
"In favor! In favor!" He shouted happily, and handed them all the large chunks of gold he had brought with him. They cheered for a while and left, later dividing the gold and everyone bought opium cigarettes and smoked them desperately. He then, joyfully returned home, just envision that happy memorial tower how exquisite, how majestic; inauguration of the day how lively, how happy. That night, his wife heard him cheering wildly in his sleep.
The above is the experience of his day. This is how he lived all his happy life.
One day it was rumored that he had died, and it was not quite clear what disease he had contracted. Then someone said, "He did not die of a disease. An evil god, who was marching over the ground to make it so that there was not a happy man on it, suddenly checked him out and gently pierced his transparent, massless curtain."