天空从来不会吝啬任何一寸金色的阳光,只要你愿意张开双手热烈地拥抱它。每一个平凡的小刹那,那便是不平凡的小幸福。或是春天。第一颗嫩绿色的芽尖顶开湿润褐色泥土的那一刻。你看到了,分分刹那间,一股金色的充满着希冀的暖流冲进你的左心房,拍打着,感动着。或是冬日。能够坐在炭烧的炉子前,火红色的火苗肆意跳跃。窗外枝头再也承受不住厚厚的积雪,“扑哧”一 The sky never misses any golden sunlight, as long as you are willing to warmly hug it with both hands open. Every ordinary small moment, that is an extraordinary little happiness. Or spring. The first green bud spire to open the damp brown soil that moment. You see, dividing the moment, a golden warmth of hope filled your left atrium, flapping, touching. Or winter. To sit in front of the charcoal stove, the flaming red flame wanton jump. Outside the window can no longer withstand thick snow, “Puchi ” One