我不知道快乐是什么样的,只觉得真正的快乐应该是那些细小的东西。烈日炎炎,你走上一座桥,桥下的河水波澜不惊,燥热难耐的时候,你突然发现一朵白色的睡莲静静滑过来,有着湿润的黄色花蕊,你笑了。那就是快乐,很细小,很简单。快乐就像那些生长在山林里的小花,埋藏在山谷、荒草甚至岩石的缝隙里,不经意地突然出现在你面前,带来泉水般的清凉快意。阅览室里身边对坐着两个年轻的情侣。男孩子皮肤黑黑的,穿深蓝色的T-shirt,短裤,运动鞋,戴着黑框眼镜;女孩子一直微笑着,白色的上衣,天蓝色的仔裤。男孩子说:“你刚才的歌唱得真不错呵!”女孩子笑:“你中午的球打得很棒,知道为什么吗?因为他们都戴蓝色的护腕,只有你戴白色的,很帅!” I do not know what kind of happiness, just think the real happiness should be those small things. The hot sun, you embarked on a bridge, the river under the bridge placid, hot embarrassed when you suddenly found a white water lily quietly slid over, with moist yellow stamens, you laughed. That is happy, very small, very simple. Happiness is like the flowers that grow in the mountains, buried in the crevices of valleys, weeds and even rock, inadvertently suddenly appear in front of you, bringing a refreshing pleasure of spring. Sitting around the reading room for two young couples. Boy skin dark, wearing a dark blue T-shirt, shorts, sneakers, wearing black-rimmed glasses; girls have been smiling, white shirt, sky blue jeans. Boy said: “The girl laughed: ” You play great ball at noon, you know why? Because they all wear a blue wrist, only you wear white Pretty, handsome! "