Childhood happiness, may be the girl or boy in your smile, smile, or gently the greeting sentence, your heart is like a raging torrent surging at.
Adolescent happiness is to talk about a love with vigour and vitality, and loved him (her) to the best time for the youth, three five friends or as a friend of the iron man, a graduate can get a good job, and then to an ideal marriage met together to form a a family, have a lovely child, not knowing why it is so natural to have happiness.
The middle-aged happiness may be a happy family, successful. Late in one's life is happiness than to have a strong body, children and grandchildren, children filial. No matter how, more easy to meet, happiness index is higher.
Like now of I, is in the middle stage of life, marriage, children, children, work, this is almost everyone to go process. Work with the kids happy index soared, of course, it may be as naughty children not obedient and angry, but for the parents of this anger is happy, may happiness did not taste sweet, seems to be hot or bitter, but still happy.
Maybe the children a small action or a simple word is enough to be touched for a long time, perhaps this is the people often said "the daughter of the mother of small cotton padded jacket, the son is the mother of the little lover", the feelings are probably so, is only for parents to feel.
For example, last night, because some trifles, drew the mood is very low, some corner in the face, with 2 small children, has quietly lying in front of me, his hands holding my cheek, cold not the d say a sentence: "Mom wooden things?" Suddenly, I caught this come unexpectedly regards the earthquake live, my child is a little more than 2 years old, enunciation is vague, and even some sentences that are not complete, why should it be it, but know what time to use this word, don't know is heard someone say, also want to own the cerebellum bag of melon, regardless of how it is said, out of his small mouth, in addition to move is happy, my heart is full of happiness, the taste is sweet, sweet, comfortable, sweet sweet.
This kind of happiness coincidentally, a few days ago, naughty pack from the table to pick up a glass, cried out to tea, I lazy lying on the sofa over mobile phone, looked at the little guy with the glasses on the table to knock knock, at this time I was very angry, loudly reprimand him to put the glass down, the little guy obviously and I want to end the war, like didn't hear, I got up to speed like a gust of wind, the three two step stepped forward to take the little guy's cups, just put his hands up, haven't come yet and grabbed his hand the cup, just listen to "bang" sound, broken the glass slag ground, without demur rage, three cubits, with a dozen in his little ass, carrying his arm drag and drop onto the sofa, the little guy aggrieved crying Wah Wah, see father came in, head into his arms, wronged sobbed, also told a shape: "Mom beat me." More say more grievances, more wronged cry more severe, more let a person know is little guy pointed at me, to tell his father: "she hit me, she hit me."
The child father couldn't help smiling, gas even mother also don't call, call her "". One side is to clean up the mess I, also saddened to laugh, that gas has not disappeared, side laughed, the taste of happiness is sweet, bitter, add salt, there might be other.什麼是時光