Everyone has a different definition of happiness. In daily life, many people will express their feelings through some articles. Let's share the happy emotional beauty in their hands. Let's have a look.

Happiness and emotion are in my hands +0 I have been married to my husband for eighteen years before I know it. During this period, we have youthful flirtation, romance, admiration, and tripping. Fortunately, we were calm and forbearing, and got back together after a few days, without the embarrassment of asking the other party to sign the agreement. Now, my baby daughter has grown up and worked hard in a famous school. Although the family is not rich, it can get by, the world is stable and has a happy life that ordinary people expect.

Because my husband's mother died early, I have to rely on my husband to take care of the baby before and after. For him, a child who is spoiled by an unprincipled family, it is quite difficult to wash, clean, cook and serve food in the next month. Because the unit is far from home, busy with work, go out early and return late. My daughter has been picked up by her husband from kindergarten to high school. Occasionally, the child has a cold and fever, and the husband takes it to the hospital for examination and treatment. Me, too. My husband took medicine with the infusion.

He is not without complaints, but he always speaks casually. When decorating the house at home, Mr. Wang ran around to befriend the seller in pursuit of economic benefits and value for money, just to save a little money. Before I got married, I was called "out of touch" by my friends. My thoughts are simple and romantic, I have no economic mind, and I don't know how to manage money frugally. In fashionable words, I am a "moonlight clan", a person who only lives today and doesn't want tomorrow. After work, I am immersed in poetry and novels, talking about Xu Zhimo and Zhang Ailing's ecstasy. Jia Pingwa's book is a collection where people buy one and then queue up to get a signed book as a treasure. Not only that, I bought a train ticket and went out to travel alone as soon as the summer vacation was over, and I had a good time! In this way, I played until I was twenty-six. Seeing classmates, friends and colleagues of the same age get married one after another, one day I suddenly felt that I should have a home. So inadvertently found a pair of small eyes began to aim at me, so quickly entered the marriage hall, and our flash marriage became a "legend" in the circle for a time.

It was not until I began to live that I felt, "Oh, my God! The feeling he gave me before and after marriage was a world of difference! " After the passion, I woke up like a dream. I thought he would fly around the world as romantically as I did, but he lived a stable, practical, frugal and sophisticated life. I am disappointed and regretful, and even feel that maybe there is no happiness suitable for me at all. However, as the days passed, I gradually discovered many advantages of him. When I am sad, he will try to make me happy. He will change his frugality and frugality and cook a big meal for my birthday. When I travel, he will take good care of my children to do housework and make me have a good time. When we were married for ten years, he patiently accompanied me and my children to take a group of wedding anniversary photos, which annoyed me.

People say that marriage is the grave of love, but I don't think so. Whether a woman is happy or not has a great relationship with her husband, and how a woman views her husband is more important. Shakespeare once said: Life is like a mirror. If you smile at it, it will laugh, if you cry at it, it will cry. Whether a marriage is happy or not often depends on a woman's state of mind. A woman should not always compare her husband's shortcomings with others' strengths. She should see his good points. He is different, just like you chose him instead of others when you got married. He definitely has something that appeals to you. You should trust him, tolerate him, appreciate him, give him courage, give him confidence and give him all your love. This kind of life will be better and better, and more and more happy!

In the blink of an eye, many lush years have passed in a hurry, and people suddenly realize that happiness in their hands is the greatest happiness!

Happiness, Emotion and Beauty in Hands 2 Prose on Happiness and Beauty in Hands.

In March, the melting snow in Shangri-La, with a chill that stung the cheeks, made a final contest with everything on the earth in the gap of time. The snow hiding from the sun still sticks to the thick land, trying to stay longer and longer. ...

In the cold wind in the morning, I saw large and small figures. They walked hand in hand on the road side by side, and the old man held his grandson's hand. There are parents holding their children's hands; There are small groups of friends holding arms with each other; There are also children holding their own hands and walking happily alone. ....................................................................................................................................................................

Time, like a cat's soft mat, climbed onto the roof of memory, silently ran through my childhood as a student and childhood.

When I was a child, I also carried a heavy schoolbag. At that time, all the books were poured into the green canvas bag by myself, including picture books that I could show off in front of my partners. At that time, there was a kind of happiness and pride in reading in that heavy burden, which also gave me the courage to face it alone. So after the new semester starts, I insist on not letting my parents send me to school. Every morning, eating delicious corn steamed bread made by my mother and carrying a schoolbag that seems heavier than myself, I walk on the way to school, as if this is a way for me to grow up independently. As we all know, my parents' caring back has been carefully following my growing steps in a very short distance, accompanying me through countless spring flowers and autumn fruits. ...

I can't go back, when I was a child and went to school; I can't go back to my childhood. Finally realized that some memories can be collected. Even if time flies, they still gather in the blood of the body and move with their own breathing. Those unforgettable thoughts and warmth will overflow as long as they are cut gently. Only one person in the world knows the warm feeling.

I just stood there, standing there all the time. Watching grandparents pass by, parents pass by, children pass by, spring passes by, happiness passes by. Perhaps, happiness actually lies in the warmth of a pair of big hands holding small hands, but also in the warmth of small hands holding small hands ... Because of happiness, in Shangri-La, a harmonious home, these children can enjoy the spring of love in the warm arms of their loved ones, like a happy seed that takes root and thrives.