Who is the original text and author of the modern poem Happiness .

French writer Sully Prudhomme for his poems.

Happiness is a selection of modern poetryThe happiness of childhood is a beautiful toy car;

It's a game of chasing and playing;

It's a tumbling in the grass;

It is fishing in a lotus pond;

It's laughter when you're happy;

It is a face full of snot when you cry bitterly;

Happiness when you grow up is a long-distance train home from vacation;

It's a whisper in a self-study class;

It's a weekend trip together;

It is a tight hug when moved; 、

It's the swaying of karaoke;

A little greater happiness is a satisfying partner;

It's an easy and comfortable job;

It's a speeding car;

have a sensible son;

Happiness after old age is a healthy one'Body;

the company of wives and children;

It is the joy of the whole family reunion;

It's a small bench under a big tree;

It's the little eyes on the swing;

A kind of age, a period of retrospective;

One age, one happiness.

Happiness is a selection of modern poetryIt is a hairy grass.

Born quietly.

It is green and bears seeds.

It is a small river in the sun.

It's the poetry I touched.

What happiness is.

It is a story that is sung in the world.

The master who endures and sleeps peacefully in the long river of history.

It's a baby in the cradle of the galaxy.

What happiness is.

It is a gull that is tired of flying all the time.

Fight Changhong's exhaustion.

Rest in that room.

Cottage waiting for the sunset.

It is when the spring breeze spits green.

That gentle friendship.

A puppy sitting on the shore.

To the river in a daze.

Gently chirping the fish swimming there.

What happiness is.

It is the red glow of the sunset.

Paint a red view of the sunset.

Lying in a long shadow.

Fall asleep – it is the one who sleeps peacefully in the world.

Teardrops when sending to sleep.

With a bustling voice.

The big go. Sprinkle spring flowers brilliantly, holly and verdant.

Happiness is a dream of mine.

In dreams. I read about my own long river.

In dreams. Immerse yourself in the hustle and bustle.

Happiness is a selection of modern poetryWhat happiness is. In the writer Erin. In Perling's writing, happiness is doing what is good for others.

What happiness is.

Is it to grow old hand in hand with the person you love?

Is it to eat, drink, and enjoy life with friends?

Or do you live that life of contentment with your family?

Is there a beautiful face, youth permanent?

Is there a family fortune that can be squandered?

Perhaps, happiness is not as complicated as we think.

As long as you are healthy, as long as you have relatives and friends, as long as you have a job.

What about everything else?

Happiness is an optimistic state of mind.

Just discover and feel.

Maybe what you want is right around you.

Happiness often comes suddenly.

Some people say that happiness is a bowl of rice.

You can satisfy hunger Some people say.

Happiness is a glass of water skiing.

Can quench the thirst of what happiness is.

Some people said.

Happiness is a piece of clothing.

Can be sheltered Someone said.

Happiness is a pair of shoes.

You can walk without hurting your feet.

What happiness is.

It has been said that happiness is when you help others.

Someone else said thank you.

The heart can be touched.

It was said. Happiness is family affection.

It melts the coldest ice in the world.

What is the fortunate nuclear Senfu.

It has been said that happiness is a satisfying job.

Do what you love.

What happiness is.

Some people say that happiness is to have a warm home.

Someone told me to go out early and return late.

Someone cares. It's warm in your sleep.

Some people say that happiness is to have a few close friends.

Joys and worries are concerned.

What happiness is.

It has been said that happiness is being rich.

Enjoy a high quality of life.

It has been said that happiness is having a healthy body.

It was said. Happiness is having a true lover.

Rich or poor.

They can all stay together for a lifetime.

What happiness is.

Everyone has their own answer.

Hope for something.

It's probably the happiness you want.

Happiness is a kind of satisfaction. Happiness.

What happiness is.

Happiness is the warmth of snuggling in the warm arms of your mother;

Happiness is the sweetness that rests on the broad shoulders of lovers;

Happiness is the love of touching the delicate ** of children;

Happiness is the respect for the vicissitudes of life on the faces of parents.

What happiness is.

Someone once said: "True happiness cannot be described, it can only be experienced, and the deeper the experience, the more difficult it is to describe, because true happiness is not a collection of facts, but a continuation of a state." "Happiness is not for others to see, it has nothing to do with what others say, the important thing is that your heart is full of happy sunshine, that is, happiness is in your own hands, not in the eyes of others Happiness is a feeling, this feeling should be pleasant, make people feel comfortable, sweet and happy.

Happiness is that when I can't see you, I can comfort myself like this: it's good to think about you quietly like this. Happiness is that I am tied to you all the time, even when you are not by my side.

Happiness is that whenever I think of you, the feeling of spring fills the air, and lovesickness is unfounded

Happiness: No matter how big the wind and waves outside, you will know that there is always a cup of hot coffee waiting for you at home.

Happiness is when the people who love each other are getting old, and they never get tired of seeing each other. Happiness is to be together all the time, and the days together are a lifetime, from the earth to the heaven......

1 With cigarettes as a companion, the smell of tar has been stained through the mind.

It's not melancholy, I just want to find a little bit of silence.

A person, a grain of sand, wanders all over the world because of the wind.

2In autumn, the leaves are falling. Yellowed memories are joined together.

If the second hand is as long as the minute hand, if the minute hand is as short as the hour hand.

I believe that time is willing to stay for me.

3 We met. Like two meteors, falling on the same earth and the same place at the same time. By chance, God said you were the rib that was taken out of me.

Then he asked me what completeness is. All I know is that I'm always in pain.

4 Habit of waiting, in a corner where there is no wind. Imagine a little more, and you will be more beautiful.

Magnificent dreams, no matter how long they are done, do not want to wake up. If you can, the magnificent sorrow is also gentle like water, slowly flowing into a faint time, like a song.

5 Two people, there are a lot of tears after holding hands, and very few tears after breaking up.

I don't dare to say much about happiness. Probably, happiness is a grated pill that is always held in the mouth. Smile wryly as he swallows the bitter saliva.

6. I write in silence.

Poetry for the twenty-first century.

China in the 21st century.

For many, many people.

It's full of different ups and downs.

There is eating, drinking, playing and having fun.

But there is a different kind of burden.

Pressed in the heart.

Because I can't afford to buy a house.

Because I can't find a husband or wife.

Because of so much ugliness.

But we are silent.

And fled back.

Our own inner world.

Dig in life.

That deep well.

And no longer the shallow river.

Someone asked.

Are you happy? Once again, I was deep in thought.

What is happiness?

Happiness is just a feeling.

But inadvertently lost.

Maybe it's because.

We don't have a realm.

Maybe it's because.

The dissipation of the world.

But we also have to keep our spirits up.

Look a little further ahead.

Forget about yourself. The brave have only one life.

Do something for the world.

Find early happiness in giving.

That's what I am as a poet.

Philosophy. And the sages had.

Inadvertently coincided.

People, people, thousands of years.

It hasn't changed. Or those good and evil.

Happiness is a sweet apple, sweet in the heart, struggle at the end.

Tell me, what color is happiness?

As clear as the water of the lake, can wash away all worries?

Tell me, what is the sound of happiness?

Like the crisp song of a nightingale, can it take away all the melancholy?

Tell me, what does it feel like to be happy?

Like a warm spring breeze, can the heart be full of emotion?

Tell me, how does happiness come about?

Drifting through the heart like a white cloud, can it bring endless hope and motivation?

Tell me, you who know everything, how can you grasp happiness?

Happiness is a spring of fresh water, reinvigorates the thirsty, happiness is a piece of bread, makes the hungry find hope, happiness is an encouragement, makes the depressed find comfort, happiness is a greeting, and makes the cold people warm.

Happiness is the blue sky, happiness is clear ripples;

Happiness is the intimacy of flying snow, and happiness is the combing of the spring breeze;

Happiness is the grassland of recovery, and happiness is the blooming flower season;

Happiness is infinite acceptance, and happiness is eternal ......

Happiness is the memory of childhood, and happiness is the frolic of the holiday;

Happiness is the bench for dating, happiness is the date of going home;

Happiness is the queue of triumph, happiness is the teardrop of reunion;

Happiness is the wonder of exploring the secluded, and happiness is the ...... of rest on the way

Happiness is in your own hands!

Let's embark on a journey of happiness together, chase together, and find ...... togetherFortunately, ......Blessing ......

Draw a happy trajectory.