College students read at night.
When will we be happy? What exactly is happiness? How far am I from happiness?
I thought about it for a long time
There is never a standard for happiness, and there is no specific formula for pursuing happiness.
Two days ago, my roommate came back from buying a piece of roasted sweet potato, and excitedly called everyone to try it, and assured that this roasted sweet potato next to the express station was definitely the best roasted sweet potato she had ever eaten in her life.
Xiao Zhao tasted it suspiciously, and it was really good, thinking that he would buy a piece after class tomorrow. As a result, it was empty for two days, and the sweet potatoes were sold out early.
When I was walking in the evening, I complained to my boyfriend: Why is the sweet potato next to the express station so sought-after, I haven't bought it twice when I go there, I really want to eat it.
As a result, I received a text message from my boyfriend after class the next day, saying that he had bought roasted sweet potatoes and was now waiting downstairs, so that Xiao Zhao would come back as soon as he got out of class, and the sweet potatoes had to be hot to be delicious.
Xiao Zhao trotted all the way back to the dormitory. My boyfriend was standing under a street lamp, and the snowflakes were falling on his shoulders. Seeing Xiao Zhao's figure, her boyfriend immediately ran over, took out the sweet potato that was still hot wrapped in his arms, and excitedly asked Xiao Zhao to hurry up and taste it, whether it was the taste she wanted to eat.
Holding the bag of roasted sweet potatoes, looking at her boyfriend's shiny and wet eyes like a dog, and his ears that were red from the cold, Xiao Zhao could feel that he was being valued, cared for, and satisfied.
It's strange how today's roasted sweet potatoes are so much sweeter than the ones that my roommate brought back that day.
Xiao Zhao is very sure that this is happiness, and she is happy.
Eh, I forgot to tell my aunt not to put coriander!
Yaoyao looked at the green coriander in the bowl, frowned painfully, sighed, and began to pick out the coriander leaves one by one.
Roommate Jiajia raised her head from the bowl and asked curiously: Yaoyao, don't you like to eat coriander?
Yaoyao folded her fingers and listed them one by one, green onions, ginger, garlic, coriander, star anise, cinnamon ......I don't like these slightly more flavorful seasonings.
Jiajia nodded thoughtfully as she helped pick the coriander.
Two days later, Jiajia packed a special roasted pork skin for everyone from the food court. Yaoyao's share was specially marked, and Jiajia specially told the boss not to put green onions and coriander.
Yaoyao looked at the roasted skin she had packed separately, and her heart warmed.
Two days later, the dormitory went out to eat hot pot together, and someone proposed to order a coriander beef. Jiajia immediately reminded everyone that Yaoyao doesn't eat coriander, so don't forget it. Everyone said that they could change to something else, and it just so happened that the signature dish of this house had not been ordered, so why not try this.
Seeing that everyone was willing to take care of their own tastes, Yaoyao was embarrassed and moved at the same time.
Studying alone in other places, the care of her roommates made Yaoyao really feel warm. In this strange city, Yaoyao felt something called "happiness" in such a meal.
Finally on vacation, Bei Bei couldn't wait to pack her bags and embark on the journey home.
When I got home, as soon as I opened the door, I smelled the familiar aroma of food, and my mother must have stewed her favorite braised pork today! Smell it carefully, and there are egg yolk chicken wings!
At the dinner table, while eating, Bei Bei kept sharing her recent life experience with her parents, confiding in the troubles hidden in her heart, and her parents responded to her with a smile while serving her vegetables.
Bei Bei held her own bear cutlery while listening to her mother: You just went to school, and your dad asked you to put away your bear bowl. Last time, your dad's colleague's child came to the house for dinner and wanted to use your bear bowl, but your dad didn't agree.
After eating, Bei Bei lay on her soft big bed. As early as two days before I came back, my mother dismantled and washed her bed sheets again. The quilt and pillow are also taken out to dry, and if you bury your head in the futon, you can smell the fragrance of the warm sun.
Closing her eyes, Bei Bei thought of a ** she brushed today: When will I be happy?
There are various answers in the comment area, and one of them is very special, she said that drinking soy milk with her mother in the morning is the happiest moment of her day.
At this moment, Bei Bei thought so.
Not a special holiday, no flower cakes, no elaborate ceremonies. In this way, the family eats and chats together, and it is very happy.
Happiness can be a taste, an object, a look, a moment, a word.
Victor Hugo once said: The greatest blessing in life is to be sure that someone loves you. We have thought about it for a long time, happiness, not in the past, nor in the future, but in the present people, things around us, and Chinese food.
The pace of life is too fast now, and we are all in a hurry, and we don't have time to collect happiness. So we always ask: when will we be happy?
In fact, happiness is very simple, slow down occasionally, and you will find that maybe you are being happy. For example, this morning when you sleep until you wake up naturally, it's blissful, isn't it?