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Time, please slow down your hurried pace, and don't forget the strokes of the beautiful world. Time, please slow down your hurried pace, and don't forget the flashy stars of the prosperous age. Time, please slow down your hurried pace, and don't forget the lines and lines of the world.

Time, please slow down your hurried pace, I want to tell you happiness.

Time, do you know what happiness is? It's a loved one, a lovely loved one. Your hurried footsteps took away my beautiful childhood, took away the energetic youth of my relatives, and left their true feelings.

Parents are no longer running around for life, and families are no longer fragmented. On the Chinese New Year's Eve, the family sat around the large table, chatting and laughing happily, and in the quiet and beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, the family happily looked at the bright moon and sweetly ate delicious mooncakes. Under the orange and yellow light, the figures of my father and I overlapped, full of kind reprimands; By the bright window, my mother and I clasped our hands, full of gentle instructions; In the faint starlight, my sister and my backs were against each other, full of intimate advice.

This is happiness, the happiness of the love of loved ones.

Time, do you know what happiness is? It's home, a warm home. Your hurried footsteps take away the old thatched houses, take away the mud houses of memories, and leave behind towering mansions, beautiful bungalows.

In that little world surrounded by cement, there was no cold, no pain. The warm cottage in full bloom overflows with the smell of home. On a hot summer day, I lay in a cool room, slowly cooling down, and letting the air conditioner freeze the exuberant anger; In the sad autumn, I hid in the bedroom of An Ran, sighed quietly, and let the wall isolate the biting loneliness; On a cold winter day, I snuggled up in a warm little bed, sobbing secretly, letting the pillow suck up the cowardly tears.

This is happiness, the happiness of the love of home.

Time, do you know what happiness is? It is spiritual enrichment. Your hurried footsteps have taken away the past of wars and ignorant labor, leaving behind a progressive and diversified today.

The long-standing ancient culture cleanses my ignorant brain, the clear spring-like ** slowly seeps into my old cells, and the unprecedented social competition spurs me to continue to forge ahead. I freely pluck the clouds in the sky of books; I pick flowers carefree in the flower field of **; I struggled to collect the waves in the rapids of competition. We learn from heroes who move China, we aspire to be models for the benefit of the people, and we admire the experience of rich people.

This is happiness, the happiness of the love of society.

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