Where is happiness?
Let me tell you something, my friend.
It doesn't get off at Liu Yin.
Not in the greenhouse.
It is working hard.
It is working hard.
Ah! Happiness lies in your crystal sweat.
Ah! Happiness lies in your crystal sweat.
Where is happiness?
Let me tell you something, my friend.
Not in the moonlight.
And not when I'm sleeping.
It is working hard.
It is in the treasure house of knowledge.
Ah! Happiness lies in your shining wisdom.
Ah! Happiness lies in your shining wisdom.
With your shining wisdom
Happiness is lying quietly in bed and staring at the bright moon outside the window, so the two planets become hazy, soft and inseparable;
Happiness is when you keep running around and working hard like a little donkey, looking back and finding Man Cang;
Happiness is when you help the blind cross the road and watch the blind nod gratefully to the telephone pole;
Happiness is when you fall asleep smelling the soap in your mother's newly opened quilt;
Happiness is when you feel that you have lost everything and suddenly realize that you are a healthy person rather than a sick person.
Happiness means that you are moved by everything around you. Thank God for reincarnating you in this life.
Happiness is a feeling, which can accompany you all your life like the eternal sun, and like a lovely bird, it is easy to be swept away. The key is how you grasp it.
How happy we are.
How happy our life is, how happy our study is.
The morning breeze blows the five-star red flag, and the rosy clouds dye the mountains and rivers of Wan Li.
Every child goes to school, whether in the city or in the countryside.
How happy our life is.
How happy our study is.
The brave Haiyan crossed the white clouds, and we walked into the school gate happily.
Today, we learn science learning skills from our teacher.
Tomorrow, like birds, we will fly to the industrial, mining and rural areas of the motherland.
How happy our life is.
How happy our study is.
Happy holidays, full of red flags, we strut forward.
Uncle worker and aunt farmer all laughed when they saw us.
It is said that we are all heroes and models in building the motherland.
How happy our life is.
How happy our study is.
The fairy tale Tan Xudong 1. Spring bird Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice. Every morning, my mother wakes me up from my dream. She said that the birds in spring are calling me. She asked me to accompany her to the big forest to listen to the moving chorus of nature. 2. Bamboo shoots quietly arched out of the soil to inquire about the news of secret flowering of green trees in spring. 3. Pomegranate Pomegranate blooms because Aunt Xia tied a bright bow. Pomegranate fruit is ripe, because it is mother Qiu. Kurenai Rin, who is shaking the harvest? The small hole in the straw hat is a door I opened for the sunshine. Look at the sunshine coming down. They playfully stepped on my shadow and left footprints on my shadow. 5. Buds are warm in spring. Come out quickly. Buds don't just show a small bark. Come out quickly. The sun will dress you in green. Spring breeze will give you sweet dew. 6. The quiet river is a good boy. He listened to Mother Moon and fell asleep. The fisherman lit the fishing fire. The river is like opening your eyes and talking in your sleep. Shao Yanxiang is in the south of the cloud, in that distant place, a group of leaves say: We should bloom like flowers. A group of flowers said: We want to fly like birds. A group of peacocks said: We should grow like trees. Insect and bird Lan Shu put the socks washed by her mother on the rope one by one, and the rope became a multi-legged insect crawling around in the sun. I put my sister's handkerchiefs on the rope one by one, and the rope turned into a group of egrets flying in the breeze. Teng's Children's Poem for the Blind Mother-in-law brought back a green poem and happily gave it to the blind mother-in-law in the neighborhood. Grandma, this can sing, so that it can sing for you when I go to school. Singing will take you into Shan Ye, watch the clear waves rolling in the stream, smell the fragrance of mountain flowers and listen to the singing of birds. Grandma, grandma, this is a fruit that can only sing. Listen, how well it sings. Fruit, fruit, fruit ... childhood photo album Dad has a childhood photo album. Look at him riding a wooden horse, with a telescope hanging on his chest and a small pistol pinned behind his waist. He looks like a general. The funniest thing is this. Dad is wearing a gown, shaking a small fan, and his nose is tilted up hard, telling a short cross talk to his classmates. That is more enjoyable. Dad cooked for everyone on the beach, his face was covered with flowers and his cuffs were burned with big holes. Ah, I really envy my father, who has a happy childhood and this childhood photo album, which will always accompany him. I hope my father will give me a childhood, let me get out of my books and see the spring outside the window. Then take some color photos of my childhood and put them in foto photo album. Let my childhood stay with me when I grow up.