Many years ago, when people asked this question, they looked at each other and were speechless. Yes, what is happiness? Is happiness a seedling swaying its young body and silently telling the sky? Is happiness the "rustling" played by silkworms chewing crisp mulberry leaves? Is happiness the little swallow spreading its wings and looking back at its mother in the spring scenery cut by yellow willow branches? Happiness is like plum blossoms," which is hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. The beautiful does not fight for spring, but only reports the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes"?
I once saw such a true story on TV: there was a blind man who did only one thing in his life, and that was to plant flowers. Because his father is an expert in raising flowers in this town, and he is a son who inherits his father's business, he hopes to do better than his father. Unfortunately, he was born blind, but he did not lose heart. When others told him that the flowers were beautiful, he stroked each delicate flower with his hand; When others told him that flowers were fragrant, he used his nose to smell each fragrant flower. He regarded raising flowers as the happiness of life, and eventually he cultivated the most beautiful flowers in the town.
In fact, true happiness does not require us to deliberately remove the insignificant flaws in each other at the risk of lifelong regrets; It requires us to grasp the real pearl in our hands and learn to be tolerant and cherish; Only in this way can we feel true happiness from each other's hearts!