Happiness is an easy word, but it is a difficult process.
When the whole building is turned off, there is always a glare of light. Slowly I'm writing an unfinished job.
"Yeah…" is not over yet, and the ear will ring: "Why don't you fold the quilt every day? The length is so big. Do you still want me to help you?" Yeah, I just think so. The original quiet room suddenly lived up.
I waved and casually said, "Forget it." Then he buried his head and took a "do not disturb" gesture. When she saw me, she also gave up.
The next day, I was still the same. As usual, this does not come again. Just entered the house, she said slyly: "Hungry? What do you want to eat? How do you forget the quilt?" I groaned impatiently: Last night I said no, I was full. Directly rushed to the room. "Hey" sound.
When I turned on the lights, I regretted it. I seem to have spilled my breath on her body, but also very arrogant away. As soon as he sat on the bed, his hands touched the neat quilt and his heart suddenly missed a beat. I was wrong, but I didn’t care.
Just after entering the autumn, it was always unsmooth. The sky is still clear blue tile, the wind has launched a pinned needle.
She got up at five o'clock this morning. I also watched the alarm clock in my sleep. Forget it, get up at six and sleep again. Soon, out of the room, I saw her in front of the pot in the kitchen. Wearing pajamas in pajamas, the cockpit-like hair tops there.
She cooked the porridge just because I said: I think the greens are very delicious with the porridge. Seeing the hot white porridge, I could not help but feel a trace of embarrassment. Before going out, she said the same thing as before: The school card is good, eat and eat.
I want to ask: What about you?
Seeing the weekend arrives. She complained: You are not annoying at school. My brother and I said naughtyly. She smiled faintly. She burned very richly, like a program that burned. Red orange yellow green, pleasing to the eye, so that the temperature of the air does not rise.
She gave me food while she said that she had a rare weekend and made you fill in. I know you are tired of learning. Just a few words, I feel warm. In my heart, I meditate: There is you and my heart is in my heart.
Happiness is an easy word, lighter than results, and more important than process.
– I wrote a few years ago.