Ask the composition "Happiness Blooms at Fingertips" to be 800 words fast and good, and then +20.

Happiness is so far away and so close.

Silence in the noisy world, China in that season, a little bit of emotion, so in my mind, lonely, into the silent night, quietly thinking, happiness is so far away. When the wind and rain are shaky, a pair of warm hands inadvertently hold up the skirt, so that some broken hearts can successfully reach the other side of the heart. That's the warmth I've never had before. This may be called happiness.

Heart, floating in spring, summer, autumn and winter, feeling hot, cold, sweet and sour, dreaming of sweet and warm happiness at your fingertips. When Qian Fan was exhausted, he pursued his dream, cherished a heart and was baptized in the cycle of wind and rain. Happiness may just float in, catch a drop of green tears, feel an old love and happiness, or so far away. When the years go by, those sweetness and laughter bloom inadvertently.

Always telling the bustling world with a lonely face.

Always look forward to tomorrow in loneliness.

Origin, happiness is elusive.

When fate dies, happiness becomes a lament.

Through the ups and downs, laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and listen to the origin and end. When everything turns into a cloud, the sadness that permeates the soul replaces the laughter, and happiness becomes a lie without regrets.

The wind, so ruthlessly knocking on the window of the soul, resisted again and again, and finally did not let happiness squeeze into the heart. Finally, the heart was ruthlessly destroyed, and the soul dragged its heavy body to the outside of the cloud nine.

Can a deep spring, a deep affection and a smile wandering among flowers bring you happiness?