幸福的滋味是什么?是山间清凉爽口的清泉,还是舌尖甘醇浓烈的白酒?不,都不是。我要说幸福是一碗滋润心扉的鲫鱼汤。“不知细叶谁裁出,二月春风似剪刀。”农历三月,淮河两岸绿柳如烟,一条如银似带的淮河水像一调皮的孩童伴着欢快的乐声蹦蹦跳跳一路东行。只见他一会奔向河边去拥抱河床上的鹅卵石,一会儿跃出水面和大堤上放学晚归的我“扮鬼脸”。“小彬彬,你怎这样高兴呀!是不是在学校又考满分啊?”二舅一边撑船,一边和我打趣。夕阳的余辉,映着他 What is the taste of happiness? Is it a refreshing mountain fresh spring, or a strong liquor tongue? No, neither. I want to say happiness is a bowl of nourishing heart carp soup. “I do not know who cut the leaf, the spring breeze like a pair of scissors. ” Lunar New Year in March, both sides of the Huaihe River as smoke, a silver belt like the Huaihe River like a naughty child with a cheerful music bounce Eastbound all the way. I saw him for a while toward the river to hug the cobblestone bed, while jumped out of the water and the embankment on the return of late I “make faces.” “Small Binbin, how do you happy so ah! Is it in school and test scores ah?” "Second Uncle while punting, and I jokingly. The afterglow of the sunset, reflected him