Some people say that happiness is idle clouds.
Under the clear sky, she runs, laughs and walks freely.
Some people say that happiness is a melodious song.
In the dark days, she hummed and sang softly, knocking at the door to visit.
Some people say that happiness is the nagging of parents and the persuasion of wives.
It is the strong growth of children in the wind and rain.
Some people say that happiness is a flower in spring and a song of a bird in summer.
It is the slight breathing and talking of the earth in autumn and winter.
I see the color of happiness.
She is like white clouds, green trees, red and yellow flowers.
I heard the sound of happiness.
She is like the softness of running water, the singing of birds, and the melodious singing.
I found a happy place to live.
She stays in the city, in the country, where everyone stays.
I know the happy place.
She will be rooted in every sweet dream of people in the sunshine tomorrow.
Happiness is on your face and mine.
Whether she succeeds or fails, she blooms like a flower.
Happiness is in your heart and mine.
Whether it is cloudy or sunny, the new sun will rise tomorrow.
Happiness is a flower.
Flowers bloom and fall, which is the normal state of life.
Happiness is grass.
Only when the grass dries up can you see the power of life.