Writer DORA four words: every child is a drop of water has his own voice. Every happiness and just as the drop has his own voice of water, you can choose the drop way but it voice you have no choice. Perhaps of life will let all the dust triumph all appear insignificant and small cheap hats new era , the wind will be hit in after the leave no trace blow away. But about the father of voice happiness, even dies in my life.

My father and I had been living together. When I was a child I bad health, father look I grow special tiny, feel distressed! As a way to get a lot of good to me. But at that time I was little appetite, what all can't eat. Father felt wasting food is bad behavior, and so he set an example, take actions told me can't waste! At that time, the father's weight in a straight line. But later, the more I grew older, appetite good impending, good things never father's a, I eat in the mouth, father sweet in the heart.

Father is a very hardworking, like the house ready for the various items. Then work in the mountains, every day he came home from work, the bicycle except a big after the outside of the asphalt will bring a large bundle of fire, the weather turns cold, his early in the morning is chopping firewood in the yard, the whole winter warming himself for the fire, wood carbon is ready for. Every morning, I will in the gentle touch from sweet wake up. Listen to father a rhythm of the familiar voice of firewood, happy and sweet. Witnessing for many years a person of the father of hard work, I had asked him, why don't we mother together, he always comforted me "I am a lineman, every day in the outside work, no time for mother, hereafter have conditions must take their pick to, we are always together!" Perhaps this is the sound of happiness, floating in the soft in the air, like a spring miraculously clear; The case is not drink red wine first drunk; Soothing sounds like lingering, is the echo of the years on... The sound has been with my entire childhood.

Growth steps in a hurry, with the mother's day, but I have no time to stop and listen to the voice of the happiness, father's work is also more and more busy, sometimes very long time can't see the father. But life in every corner of the warmth of family love accumulation, happiness always such as prevalent. The wheel of time carried my naive over time, through the young of dreams and season...... As the growth of the age, with the mother's sudden departure, I learned to cold also learn alone. Looking at people come and go, blustery, blossom, feel the day from my fingers down softly, dismay and lonely.

One day, I'm not happy, asked his father, "how can I happiness?" Father hesitated for a moment, lowered himself, holding up a holding sand, sand go in the hands of his father for booth. I was confused. At this time, the father of a crowded, sand and fingers from scattered overflow. Me understand, that the world is not the lack of happiness, just as you have everything to be eager to, to hold it tight, the more to lose. Happy is very simple? Different people have different opinions. Someone, is wealthy, extravagant life is happiness; Some say helpful friend just like the happy; Somebody wants to body health peace blessing; Someone told me well to happiness; And my heart in said wholesale oakley sunglasses, happy day is happiness. Really, happiness is so simple. Walk in the path of the strange, the family of the phone is happiness; On the train, the friend of the discourse and tears farewell party is happiness; Helpless, stranger greetings and generous help is happiness. Happiness is in the side moistens everything silently moistens of every living person.

The wind; drizzle into, failure of snow to fall with sighing, between you, kind father left more than 50 days and nights, during this period, with our endless miss and their grief. Remember the past, I am a to love and to be loved. Father had been living in the bosom of happiness, was surrounded by love, for many years has been used to father's love and pets, when his father was gone, to bear. I often ask myself: my happiness has sound? Count the details of the past, found that have so much happiness around me, some careful to listen to, some use your heart to feel. Attend to city said, life is too short, world is very long. Life of happiness in the world, quietly, listening to the wind whispers in their ears, fine lawsuit to a drip of happiness, so take up a pen, looking for happiness of voice. Feel the family love, we are happy. Happiness is hidden in the life of the ordinary pieces couldn't be ordinary things, don't express in words, can realize that happiness that sweet taste and wonderful voice.