“幸福”这个词太神圣了,神圣到一般人不敢承认自己拥有它,其实它普通得不能再普通。当树叶悠悠地随风飘落,你会看到它安详的笑容里写满了归根的幸福:当蚂蚁在黄昏匆匆地赶回家,你会看到它急切的眼神里写满了回家的幸福;当小鸭子在冬季的夜晚颤颤地挤在一起,齐声“唏唏”叫着时,你会看到它们快乐的轻轻扭动的身躯上写满了爱与被爱的幸福……当我们回到家放下书包,卸下一身的疲惫与紧张,暂时忘掉一切,只怔怔地看着爸妈洗菜烧饭的身影时,幸福又一次降临;当经过一夜奋战,硕果累累时,整理一下战果,数数今天攻克了几道难题,幸福再度燃烧…… The word “happiness” is too sacred. When sacred to the average person does not dare to admit that he owns it, in fact it cannot be ordinary. When the leaves are falling with the wind, you will see its peaceful smile filled with the ultimate happiness: When the ants hurry home at dusk, you will see its eager eyes filled with home happiness When ducklings squeak together on a winter night and yell in unison, you will see their happy, gently twisted bodies filled with love and loved happiness... When we got home and put down our schoolbags, we unloaded all the fatigue and tension, and temporarily forgot everything. When we only looked at the figure of parents cooking vegetables, happiness came again; when we had a great deal of hard work overnight, we sorted it out. As a result of the war, counting the number of problems today, happiness once again burns...