幸福是一种拥有,幸福是一种等待,幸福是一种感动,幸福也是一种收获。幸福在哪里?其实,幸福就在我们身旁,在我们点点滴滴的生活中,在你不经意间,幸福便悄然降临。小时候,我喜欢趴在床头,听爸爸敲打键盘的声音,那声音像银铃一般清脆,像细雨拍打着玻璃窗一样悦耳。我时常幻想着有朝一日能像爸爸一样,在键盘上敲打出自己的文章。我的爸爸是一名业余作家,6每天晚上都在家爬格子,他的很多文章发表在国内许多知名的报 Happiness is a kind of possession, happiness is a kind of waiting, happiness is a kind of moving, and happiness is also a kind of gain. Where is happiness? In fact, happiness is right beside us. In our bit by bit, happiness happens quietly when you inadvertently come. When I was young, I liked to squat on the bedside and listen to the sound of my father typing on the keyboard. The sound was as crisp as silver bells, and it was as sweet as a dripping glass window. I often fantasize that one day I can play my own article on the keyboard like my father. My dad is an amateur writer, 6 at home every night to climb the grid, his many articles published in many well-known domestic newspapers