What is happiness in the end, is there any color?
I like reading, each was a good book on the treasures, if, holding the hands of inclined to enter the most comfortable book world. Aesthetic mood I look forward to, the unique charm indulge me, otherwise let me curious about life. . Sometimes I do not like the breath had read a book, Journey to eat like pig like ginseng fruits, fresh and odorless. I like at different times, under different state of mind to see the same book, which is often more than I can get the experience of the book. To see the love in each Department, is scheduled to pay notes, the repeated reading materials to absorb the essence of one.
I found this sweet-smelling black ink distributed, that is, I well-being of the elements, it is just printed on paper monotonous black, but my life can add unlimited colors.
I like the look of a person the feeling of quiet, there is no end, do not think, despite the beating of the present is the colorful, but the brain only a blank endless. This moment, the time has forgotten my existence, it gives each person on the tight winding, the less I have a. Standing on the corner of forgotten time, the sky is white, the trees are white, the crowd surging traffic is also white, I am also white, like snowflakes Mission, sway in the wind around the world in white. In this world there is no \"switch type zouma Lantai pont\" the burden, there is no \"new word for the Fu-keung, said worry about\" the troubles, there is no \"sending troops, the Czech Republic is not the first dead body\" regret.
In fact, white is my dream home, it gave me quiet, so I rely on.
My mother is a red, fiery, burning between me and father to the house to long-lasting warmth. That summer, I was depressed, demoralized, helpless father had to help her mother. Mother\'s mouth is her secret weapon that can fire drying my tears, it can heal my pain, suffering fever, it can drive away my dark luminous. Mom is my light, but also his father\'s. Entertainment from around the fatigue often haunted his father, mother and delicious meals at this time, just like a whisper greetings soft sponge, tired father unlimited inclusive.
Happy to see the red light is the touch.
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The color of happiness, there is an unlimited people lost in the dark blue, and pink gives a warm and romantic, but also gives the green infinite hope ... ... so long as the motive experience, each person\'s life is a gouache. Is to spread happiness around us, large and small pigment, perhaps we become commonplace, perhaps we find that they lack eyes, so they had bleak.
Happy to remind to remind the well-being of its own inventory, inventory is the process of distillation of your well-being.
幸福是什么，它是不是可以品尝的，如香甜可口的冰淇淋；它是不是可以看得见的，如七彩的阳光；或是它会动的，像活泼可爱的小兔子……我搜索脑里的储存，一时觉得词乏。
幸福到底是什么，有没有颜色？
我喜欢读书，每得一本好书就如获珍宝，捧着手里，斜躺床上，以最舒服的姿态进入书中的世界。唯美的意境让我憧憬，独特的韵味叫我沉醉，别样的人生让我好奇。。我有时不喜欢一口气就把一本书看完，那样就像猪八戒吃人参果，食而无味。我喜欢在不同的时间，不同的心境下看同一本书，这常常使我能得到超乎书中的体会。每看到喜爱处，定要掏笔记下，反复品读，吸纳其中的精髓。
我找到了这散发墨香的黑，便是我幸福的元素，它只是印在纸上单调的黑，但却能给我的人生增添无限的色彩。
我喜欢一个人静静眺望的感觉，没有目的，不用思考，尽管眼前是跳动着的花花绿绿，但大脑中只有一片无尽的空白。这一刻，时间也忘记了我的存在，它给每个人上紧发条时，少我一个。站在时间遗忘的角落，天空是白的，树木是白的，涌动的车流人群也是白的，我自己也是白的，像团雪花，飘摇游荡在洁白的世界。这世界没有“走马兰台类转蓬”的负担，没有“为赋新词强说愁”的烦恼，没有“出师未捷身先死”的遗憾。
原来，白色是我的梦家园，它给我沉静，让我依靠。
我妈妈是红色的，如火，燃烧在我和爸爸之间，给这个家以恒久的温暖。那年暑假，我情绪低落、意志消沉，爸爸束手无策，只好求救妈妈。妈妈的嘴巴就是她的秘密武器，它能生火烘干我的泪水，它能发热抚平我的伤痛，它能发光驱走我的黑暗。妈妈是我的明灯，也是爸爸的。在外应酬奔波的劳累常缠绕着爸爸，这时妈妈可口的饭菜，轻声的问候就像一张软绵绵的海绵，无限包容爸爸的疲惫。
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看到红光就是触摸幸福。
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幸福的颜色，还有给人无限遐想的深蓝，还有给人温馨浪漫的粉红，还有给人无限希望的翠绿……只要用心体会，每个人的生活都是一幅水粉画。幸福就是散布在我们周围的，大大小小的色素，也许我们司空见惯，也许我们缺少发现它们的眼睛，于是它们暗淡了。
幸福要提醒，提醒清点自己的幸福，清点的过程便是升华你的幸福。