Whether it is full of vitality or dead silence, you can see happiness. Not in things, but in the heart, in feelings, and even in the eyes, so everyone's happiness has their own interpretation. You don't have to worry that you are less happy than others.

Because, your happiness has a voice from the deep heart, can you hear it? It's a silvery sound from nature. Listen, how wonderful!

Han Mei is lonely.

Winter has arrived, and the heavy snow has spread a thick layer of white on the earth. In this white world, God gave Han Mei to the world to decorate it with snow.

The cold wind blew the snow on it, took off its thick clothes and exposed its red skin. Mei Xiang drifted with the wind and sent to our noses, bringing a freshness to the lonely winter days. I looked at Hongmei, wondering whether it was happy to drive it alone in this lonely winter day.

In spring, when I was in bloom, it silently began a long wait. Peach blossom, pear blossom and cuckoo all strive to show themselves and express their feelings wholeheartedly in order to gain the reputation of the king of flowers. Are they happy? Han Mei despises these things. It's not that plum blossoms can't compete with them. I feel that the life of competition and ostentation is too tired. It thinks that happiness is dull, and it is to feel it with one's own heart instead of showing off with one's own appearance to win the praise of others.