This is a happy poem (no less than 16 lines) or composition (no less than 600 words). What a hurry!

This is happiness. It likes to sit quietly alone, lazily basking in the sun, listening to the sound of the sun hitting the leaves, and listening to the love words between the sun and the leaves. I also like to watch the fallen leaves flying in mid-air by the autumn wind. I have always believed in fate, and I always like to pick up a leaf that accidentally falls at my feet and caress the damage it will bear when it lands. Then, put it in your most precious notebook as a witness of fate. After that, I will still sit quietly in the row chair on the roadside. I am silent, but my thoughts are so surging. I am always used to thinking quietly, but I can't help crying when I am moved by small things. That short-lived happiness has also become a reason for my sadness.

This is the world now, which I miss very much. A closer look at my eyes, children's innocent smiles, naughty faces, willful crying, and even an innocent look, are enough to evoke my dull but beautiful memories of my childhood. Sometimes, I even think foolishly, if I could go back to my childhood, would I still be willful and naughty? There is always only one answer. If I can, I will still be naughty and grab grandpa's beard. I will also add water to my father's white wine and let him drink it in front of him. I will also unpleasantly push chopsticks aside when my mother asks me to eat, saying that I don't like eating ... Although all this is impossible, I still crooked my mouth to recall and enjoy the beauty that once belonged to me.

Sometimes, I think it may be a kind of happiness to live like this. There is no need for fame and fortune, no need for intrigue, no need for evil, no need for darkness, only a kind of tranquility and harmony.