幸福只迈出一步,却可以陪你走那么远的路,度过那么漫长的时间。一瞬之间,幸福已在指尖。——题记夜初凉。提笔,浓墨滴在素色的宣纸上,化成一幅流动的水墨画,一如那鬓角的黑发,悄悄被霜染。幸福似乎总会在消失殆尽时再次出现,绵延不绝,是欢欣,也是成长。年少时,幸福总是触手可及,没来得及好好欣赏,就进入另一个幸福的港湾:夜里,有人为你轻掖被角,你也许醒着;夜里,有人为你暗暗洒泪,你也 Happiness takes only one step, but can go so far with you that way, spent so long time. In a flash, happiness is at your fingertips. - Inscription night at first cool. To mention pen, thick ink droplets in the plain rice paper, into a flowing ink painting, as the horns of the dark hair, quietly frost dyed. Happiness always seems to disappear again when there is no end, it is joy, but also growth. When young, happiness is always at your fingertips, did not have time to enjoy, to enter another haven of happiness: at night, some people for your corner, you may be awake; at night, some people shed tears for you, you also