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Can money buy happiness? Various people have various answers. Some people think that money is the source of happiness. With money, one can buy whatever he enjoys. With money, one can do whatever he likes. So, in their minds, money can bring comfort, security, and so on. Money, as they think, is the source of happiness.
But there are still a lot of others who think that money is the root of all evil. Money drives people to steal, to rob, and to break the law. A lot of people became criminals just because they were in search of money. And in the Western countries, there is nothing that can’t be bought by money. Many people lose their own lives when hunting it.
I think that money is essential to life and we cannot do without money. But even though money is necessary to life, it can’t buy happiness. Happiness is not something that can be measured by money. It is a state of mind. One can have plenty of money, with which he can buy whatever he wants, and at the same time he is not happy because he is never satisfied or he is troubled by various kinds of problems. Therefore, although money is necessary for a happy life, it can’t buy happiness.
金钱买不到的东西还有许多，许多……亲情，友情，爱情。都是我们可遇而不可求的，珍惜身边的亲人，朋友，爱人，不要让金钱蒙蔽了双眼，世界上还有更多的东西比金钱更珍贵，不是吗？

How many bitter heart, the
Walk forward
The number of distressed
Slowly at the memory, and
The number of upset
At jogging gradually, and
Perhaps
Time to dilute all
Perhaps
Can temper the will of people
Perhaps
Injury pain can be stronger,
There is a more rational,
Maybe ........
No amount of reason,
Can stop the advance of time,
That people can stop a strong determination
People always look forward,
All past
Only one repeated Yunyan desertification
Slowly cleared
Go with it
To stay happy in mind ---- to allow inter -
多少苦涩在心间， 慢步着
多少心疼
在慢慢的淡忘着，
多少苦恼
在渐渐的慢跑着，
或许
时间可以冲淡一切
或许
工作可以磨练人的意志
或许
伤疼可以让人 更坚强，
更加有理智，
或许........
再多的理由，
都无法阻挡时间前进的步伐，
都无法阻挡人那旺盛的毅力
人总得向前看，
过去的所有的
都只化做一屡云烟
慢慢散尽
随它去吧
----让幸福留在心间


Today, outside the big rain, which is under the spring of this year's biggest rain, the overcast was so dark, do not see any thing, so much of the Yula down, can not be quiet, the kind of desire, a The impulse to want to get wet in the rain, Kubuchulai taste, it is hard for me. Yula on the ground disappeared without a trace, the situation can it? Leaving any rain, the situation can trace it? Occasionally stop for a long time to know it!
       Piaomiao smoke, was a student of melancholy sight of the doorway. In the face of the heart can not be everything, numbness of the face, cold eyes, who in the provocation, or who should be allowed to feel bad? Faint Xiao Sheng, shallow tune, suddenly, Qi Wan, always cold and then cold, perhaps I People become cold hearts of people? Today, as if crying, I may not. Society can not hard-hearted, learn to hate. Trouble, withered, chaotic, uncontrolled pain hit, I no choice but to leave.
       have been in wide network intoxicated, wait, nostalgia, the story hinges. Now no choice but to lay down and refused to sunshine and flowers in full bloom. Flower still, people are not. Tongche heart, not fade away, but could not appreciate. I do not know by heart flavor, deep pain in bone marrow, that can not be a real pain. Bruised, silent, afraid to face the reality of pain for ages, cover tightly wound left. Long Life, while Miao Miao, dim misty rain, when will Red Zuiwu? When can?
       a lifetime dream, a parting of a drunk. I am also really false false, false is also true when I leave. Turn back a hundred thousand, Fu Xiang pack on my mind a garden, vague, hazy hazy in Beirut in Beirut, standing at a crossroads, blindly, alarmed to see the world, I find what? I doing? All do not know . The search has been re-gorgeous? Wait, wait. Moving a clear, this is no story to the world.
       Orchids, the color of my life, pure and slightly melancholy, Jing Ya, quiet and lonely people come to realize food for thought in Qingji shows in the thick of life, the starting point of my life, and will re-full of hope. The calm mind in order to re-create a good future, a person's life can in fact had a wonderful, happy.
       dull life, a happy smile, life without any regrets. The loss of yesterday, today's growth. Things Past, spiritual insights. Heaven Earth, the sun rain, and trees for a better life Acura. Vientiane in order to give the natural quiet, happy, quiet and comfort. Love life, even if there are less than satisfactory life of trouble, still have to smile, happy to face. A clarity of mind, life can Tian Dan, happy.
       quiet night, a lonely soul, harmonious picture, and serene nature, accompanied by a smile. Ordinary star in the night is still blinking.

  
New Year's bell in the roar of firecrackers in the silence, the new year amid the hustle and bustle of people walking. Open windows, there are still faint breath in the air of sulfur filled the air, the ground covered with the fragmentation of the firecrackers, then Yan Yan red petals falling as if in this冷冽static wind in the United States and picturesque. Fireworks nights are bright as stars of the air quietly and after the ups and downs, Hongyan and of Montreal will be the enthusiasm of the Chinese New Year rendering.
       noisy people deep sleep after the night seemed to have slept, and all attributed to the quiet, knowing silent and look to TV drama series such aspale brow of the crescent and the stars has embraced, but also thought of the sentence poem: " I would like to say, such as, every night bringing a streamer phase. "afar you can please? Silent night in this manner, you have sweet dreams of the sink, I stood at the junction of dreams, such as the Millennium, tonight you may have seen? Or again pass it? In the dream you may have heard my call that the call whether or not sound will let you stop before the footsteps of Review and the Point? Space-time cut off my probing eyes,walking in your way ... ...
      along the eyes, I returned to meet with you in that time and space, the wind filling the faint scent abuse, is the scent sweetclover. The fragrance in this long cold night once again reverberated, as you who exudes atmosphere, memorable for a long time. In that fall every day, miss after another blooming into delighted to open when we get together every minute. Walked all the way singing in time and space can not be separated each other's good faith. We have to walk in the rough, the tears have blurred our vision, then drops down the tears, but infiltration of the heart, so that miss in the heart wanton and Health, it seems deep Orchids, fragrance Hanfu overflow, filled our hearts . You are
not the days to come, let me put aside all thoughts of modesty, they are allowed to own meditation into your notes, strung together thoughts in mind song jump on top of that shallowpain, so that the heart was pulsating; you do not days, I put aside all false modesty, to turn the clock after another Orchids carved it quietly blooming, blooming in the yearning of the heart. Want to miss more than those who cut and polish written by Shannon written in ink on, fish Bluebird Yan Can I bring this deeply miss? Otherwise, on the folding into a flyingit, flying in the air, not to potter's wheels do not line, any of its freedom of flight, by virtue of the strength of the wind, with my sincere wishes that it will be able to fly to the sky you will be landing in your true feelings the heart.
       miss flying on your keyboard,into fishes about to lead to about a cup of thick sake, let us toast共饮, drunk under the stars in the artless; bring about a touch of magic into a sweet, it seems Moon Hui-ching breeze in our hearts. In this New Year the first night, I miss again into a meditation Orchids, let Orchids of the elegant fragrance, dye penetration flying in the sky, and let my heart moonlight carrying   dust!
       afar, in heaven and earth junction online, you ethereal wind and Qing-qi Toshiro!


Along the front of the house was walking down the alley, not a few minutes, is a familiar and yet unfamiliar river. Stand-on-hands held on to the old tree, but no longer be able to step forward, only to stand a long time. At this time, quietly opened the door of memory, running out of things broken childhood.
       summer, the river is almost spent with me. Lunch break, I will always take advantage of the time her mother fell asleep, secretly sneaking out of the house, about a number of small partners to stream of "water." Stripped of clothes and jumped into the river , it really makes happy! When my mother finished napping and found that I was not at home, they will take on a long wooden, go directly to the river, with the result that I do not slip gray mother Qiushui been a "rush" to go home. However, the branch fell on my body has never been. Then I jokingly asked her mother why, her mother is only too happy to laugh with. I finally understand why I have dark skin: every day is to run out at noon, the sun was burning the roast, it will be strange if not black. But how can you and health on the line!
       winter, a few from the same home   stolen" to match, in a small-on-a collection of the river has become a happy starting point, the mountains, "fire." Along the way, are you saying "Popeye," I make a few "Transformers," he also inserted a few have been put on television last night, "Judge"; you have half the hands called "Jin Gu Bang" of the straight tree under, two strokes from time to time playing it; my hands have it renamed as the "sword" of the corn stalks剥了皮occasionally split it several "sword"; in his hand and holding a fine thread also import Cargo - "Benz", and sometimes needs to be hanging from the ridge to the banks. This said, a smile, singing, shouting, exclaimed, banner,   the ranks of the river through the "difficult path" - in the shallow Department of throwing a few large boulders, along the winding mountain roads and on .
       looking for a "poised" a pile of dry twigs, there are several bundles humilis. Para cleavage cracking sound, the red flames rising it up, cheering, and shouting voice, so that the valley is a lively. It was not earlier, and we are back to a small river, this time on the ice can not help but in the end of the river, the slip on you, and sometimes ice will crack, shoes stuck to, but not deep water, most did not the heel may be winter, it is hard to taste. Finally, each of us filled with trepidation, ready to go back and criticized ... ...
       half against the shoulder-huai branches, a return to God, not just the excitement, and all eyes have changed, the river water did, leaving only a quiet tree forests, cool breeze and the wind blowing from the ear ... ...
       patted the tree beside the old tree, and then through the river, toward the mountain climbing, I want to integrate themselves in the mountains to savor the left in the hearts of childhood. Mountain home, there is no lush forests, there are tall and straight steep peak, but the beauty of rustic, peasant like smile, simple and honest and simple years in the vicissitudes of life, there is no deliberate modification. To feel, and stopped, sitting in the banks, leaning against an apricot向山下of view, could see was the river around the village, as well as the subduction of the fruit trees, also faintly hear the dog barking moment. Almost dusk at this time, some farmers raised the roof of the smoke ... ...


       night sky gradually, the more cold mountain breeze. The home. Way, the Shaanxi Opera accompanied by waves of desolation I ... ...
沿着家门前的小巷向下走，没几分钟，便是一条熟悉而又陌生的小河。站在河畔，手扶着老槐树，脚步却无法再向前，只能久久地伫立。此时，记忆之门悄然打开，流淌出童年的碎事。     夏天，几乎是小河伴我度过的。午休时，我总会趁妈妈睡着的时候，偷偷地溜出家门，约几个小伙伴到小河“打浇水”。脱光了衣服，跳入河中嬉闹，那真叫惬意！当妈妈午睡完毕，发现我不在家，就会拿上一根细长的木条，直接到小河去找，结果是我灰不溜湫地被妈妈“赶”回家。不过，那枝条从未落到我的身上。后来，我开玩笑地问妈妈为什么，妈妈只是幸福地一笑带过。我终于明白，为什么我的皮肤黑了：天天正中午跑出去，被火辣辣的太阳烤着，不黑才怪呢。不过黑又怎么啦，健康就行！
     冬天，几个小毛孩不约而同地从家里“偷”来火柴，在小河畔**，小河又成为快乐的出发站，上山“放火”。一路上，你一句“大力水手”，我几句“变形金刚”，他也插几句昨晚电视上演过的“包青天”；你手中有半截称之为“金箍棒”的直直的枯树杆，时不时耍它两招；我手中也有那美其名曰“尚方宝剑”的剥了皮的玉米秆，偶尔也劈它几“剑”；他手中的细麻线还牵着一辆进口货——“奔驰”，有时还需从埂畔往上吊。这样说着，笑着，唱着，喊着，嚷着，打着，闹着，队伍渡过小河的“独木桥”——在水浅处扔的几块大石头，顺着山路蜿蜒而上。
     找一块“风水宝地”，捡来一堆干树枝，还有几捆蒿草。劈呖啪啦的响声中，红红的火苗便升腾起来，欢呼声，呐喊声，让山谷又是一阵热闹。天色不早了，我们又回到小河畔，这时就忍不住在结了冰的河段上，滑上一下，有时冰会裂开，鞋子陷进去，不过水不深，最多也就没了脚跟，可在寒冬，那滋味可还是不好受。最后，我们每个人都战战兢兢，准备回去挨批……
     半截槐树枝打在肩头，一回神，刚才的热闹没了，眼前的一切变了，河里的水干了，只剩下静静的槐树林，凉风从耳边拂过……
     拍拍身边的那棵老槐树，然后走过小河，向着那山路攀登，我想把自己融入大山中，去体味那残留在心中的童年。家乡的山，没有郁郁葱葱的树林，也有险峻挺拔的高峰，却有质朴的美，犹如庄稼汉的笑容，憨厚朴实中刻满岁月的沧桑，没有刻意的修饰。走累了，停下脚步，坐在地畔，倚着一棵杏树向山下看，但见被小河环绕着的村庄，还有那隐没的果树林，也隐隐听见几声狗叫。这时已近黄昏，一些农家的房顶升起了炊烟……
     天色渐晚，山风愈冷。该回家了。途中，一阵阵苍凉的秦腔伴着我…