哲理文章崇拜快乐

Happiness is a good wine, drunk himself drunk before someone else.

Bian Zhilin said: "The Moon decorate your windows, you decorate someone else's dream." Mochizuki who should be smiling in it, otherwise how could evoke dreamer's smile?

I thought of San Mao. Slowly yellow sand, she saw a mysterious Bluebird flew, scatter tired smile, so I stirring up a smile. Red Dust, she saw sad to see lonely, to see their long hair dyed the mountains of the eolian dust, still persistent smile, so I smiled. She happy as their own, the way journey, the walk Mayan culture, sun and moon temple, and the Andes, and then quietly overtaken the bar code to pass someone else happy - he is happy, someone else is happy .

I would have thought that the West Lake. Boating Bibo above to see Lei Feng afterglow, Sudi Chunxiao, as well as snow Retention of the bridge. Where the literati poet had gone away, leaving only one poem a piano one of liquor, or one person, one boat a Chosho, and the waves with memories of laughter. Indulge scenery, remember the past here, the joy of orchestral string and wind music of-sheng, only way you can not help but smile. Memories are beautiful, then here's yin, the main guests are happy, so they will smile for thousands of years has continued in the modern people's lips.

Happiness is simple, as the twilight in the passing of birds, like the moonlight in the quiet courtyard. We like people in paintings, only they are happy, people will be happy Shang Hua.

Tao Yuan-ming over the fence in the daisy to identify a leisurely and carefree mood of the poetry; Wang springs in the rain Run in the finding of a Zen times past; Zhu Ziqing cage in the month of lotus flowers by the realized the light Hei Yun Qing Chou. They happy as life, bit by bit tired smile Poly, which gave the descendants limitless smile.

Happiness is blurred picture, are intoxicated with the poetry, is mellow wine: the beauty of its own achievements in others the beauty of it.

Ordinary life, the brave promises with confidence, the casual smile, give others to hope, without leaving marks with the help of others to thank, from the heart's blessing can give others to immortal memory.

The Art of Living is to balance the pros and cons art. Lost roses, hand still lingering fragrance, cold sun, moon pillow too. Will be flying their own happiness, other people's troubles on the scattered Ju followed.

Wise man said: "is making himself as himself."

I said: "he is happy, she is happy."

快乐是醇酒，醉了自己，才会醉了别人。

　　卞之琳说：“明月装饰了你的窗子，你装饰了别人的梦。”望月的人应该是含笑的吧，否则怎会勾起梦中人的笑容？

　　我想起了三毛。慢慢黄沙中，她看到神秘的青鸟飞过，扬起疲倦的笑容，于是我扬起笑容。滚滚红尘中，她看到忧伤，看到寂寞，看到自己的长发染了千山万水的风尘，依旧执著微笑，于是我亦微笑。她把快乐当作自己的，一路跋涉中，走过玛雅文化，日月神庙和安第斯山，然后静静的吧快乐化做字码传给别人——自己是快乐的，别人才是快乐的。

　　我有想到西湖。荡舟碧波之上，看雷锋夕照，苏堤春晓，还有留着残雪的断桥。那里的文人骚客早已走远，留下的只有一诗一琴一浊酒，或者一人一舟一长啸，以及荡漾着笑声的回忆。纵情风景，想起昔日这里的丝竹之乐管弦之盛，你才会不禁微笑。回忆是美的，当年此地的贤主嘉宾是快乐的，所以他们的笑容才会千年来一直延续在今人的唇边。

　　快乐是简单的，如同暮色中掠过的飞鸟，如同月色中沉静的庭院。我们好比画中人，只有自己是快乐的，赏画人才会快乐。

　　陶渊明在菊满篱笆的诗情中觅得闲情逸致；王维在雨润清泉的化一中寻得幽情禅意；朱自清在月笼荷花的蕴藉中悟得淡喜清愁。他们把快乐视作生活，点点滴滴的笑容累聚，才给后人带来无限的笑意。

　　快乐是迷离的画，是沉醉的诗，是香醇的酒：自己的美丽才成就别人的美丽。

　　平凡生活中，勇敢的承诺能以信心，不经意的微笑会给他人以希望，不留痕的帮助会与他人以感激，发自内心的祝福能给他人以不朽的回忆。

　　生活的艺术就是平衡得失的艺术。失了玫瑰，手还有余香，冷了阳光，枕得明月。将自己的快乐放飞，他人的烦恼就随之俱散。

　　智者说：“将自己当做自己。”

　　我说：“自己是快乐的，她才是快乐的。”