童年是一个谜,混沌初开,幼稚好奇;少年是一幅画,色彩绚丽,烂漫天真;青年是一首诗,激情澎湃,豪情壮志。回忆成长的点点滴滴,会觉得自己是多么的天真,甚至觉得自己可笑。在我的心中总有一个疑问让我到11岁也未理解其中的奥秘,直到近期,我才深深的领悟到其中的真理……幸福究竟是什么呀!这便是我8岁时提出的一个问题。 Childhood is a mystery, the beginning of the chaos, naive curiosity; juvenile is a picture, colorful, brilliant naive; youth is a poem, passion, passionate desire. Memories of growing bit by bit, will feel how naive, or even feel ridiculous. There is always a doubt in my heart that I do not understand the mystery of it at the age of 11. Until recently, I had a deep understanding of the truth ... What is happiness? This is what I put forward when I was 8 years old one question.