很小的时候就开始接触“幸福”这个字眼,那时的想法是:幸福就是糖果,甜甜的。长大了一点儿,随着知识慢慢增加,幸福又变成无限的书籍,沉沉的。到了现在,对于我,幸福仍然是一个不定值,因为她有太多的面庞。在严寒中,我冷得发抖,妈妈为我拿来一件毛衣,多么温馨,这就是幸福。在盛夏里,我热得想发狂,弟弟走上来说:“哥哥,我给你买了支冰糕。”我看着他灿烂的笑颜 At an early age, he came into contact with the phrase “happiness,” when the idea was that happiness was sweet and sweet. Grew up a bit, with the gradual increase in knowledge, happiness has become an infinite book, heavy. Now, for me, happiness is still a variable, because she has too many facets. In the cold, I was shaking cold, my mother brought a sweater for me, how warm, this is happiness. In midsummer, I was so overwhelmed that my brother went up and said, “My brother, I bought you a sorbet.” I looked at his brilliant smile