"Happiness" is a dazzling word, we are everywhere to find our happiness, but not knowing, it has always been at our side. Happiness is the father's love, is the mother's call; happiness is the family's blessing, a friend's gift. Happiness is a feeling, happiness is the world's most beautiful, the most precious things. Let us carefully to find happiness, to feel the happiness.
“幸福”，是一个耀眼的字眼，我们处处翻寻着我们的幸福，殊不知，它一直都在我们身旁。幸福是爸爸的关爱，是妈妈的呼唤；幸福是亲人的祝福，友人的礼物。幸福是一种感觉，幸福是世界上最美好、最珍贵的东西。让我们用心去发现幸福，去感受幸福。
Happy diary 幸福日记
To the decadent Yuhi implies coming, endless darkness. Looking at home in the light of the disappearance of a ray of light, I feel that there has never been a fear.
欲颓的夕日，暗示着即将来临的无尽黑暗。看着家中的光线一丝一缕的消失，我感觉到了从未有过的恐惧。
I stood at the window, facing the direction of the sun into the fading, looking at the ground floor of the family window sends out the orange glow, I heart full of yearning, perhaps that is emitted by a little candle light, although not as good as the light so bright, but full of the warmth of feeling.
我站在窗口，面对着夕阳消失的方向，看着楼前那户人家窗口中散发出的橙黄色的光晕，我心中充满了向往，那或许只是一只小小的蜡烛所发出的光吧，尽管不如电灯那么明亮，可是却充满了温馨的感觉。
I turned around, looking at home in the dark, inevitably some loss, want to find a candle lit, but it is regrettable that the home location of goods are not familiar with. Moreover, it is also not a light for me to find a candle.
我转身，看着家中的黑暗，不免有些失落，想要找一只蜡烛点亮，却奈何对家中的物品位置不熟悉，况且还没有一点光亮供我寻找蜡烛。
I continue to wander in the dark, while looking forward to the call, while eager to go home for my parents, I light up the darkness of the light of hope.
我继续在黑暗中彷徨，一边期盼着赶紧来电，一边渴望着父母回家，为我点亮那黑暗中的希望之光。
I curled up in the corner of the sofa and watched helplessly across the upstairs of the spread of orange. Also don't know how long, the door open. I suddenly jumped up and looked at my mother lit a candle, I saw the hope, see the happiness.
我蜷缩在沙发角落，无助的看着对面楼上的那抹橙黄。也不知道过了多久，门开了。我一下子就蹦了起来，看着妈妈点亮一支蜡烛，我仿佛看见了希望，看见了幸福。
Orange light filled the room, I seem to see the house full of happiness.
橙黄的光充满了屋子，我似乎看见了幸福充满了屋子。
Some people say, happiness can not see, can not touch, can only carefully taste. Can I find happiness, sometimes just a orange in the dark. Perhaps, in my heart of hearts, that is the color of happiness. Although the monotonous, but more beautiful than the seven colors of the rainbow.
有人说，幸福看不见，摸不到，只能用心去细细品味。可我却发现，幸福有时只是在黑暗中的一抹橙黄。也许，在我内心深处，那就是幸福所拥有的颜色。尽管单调，却比那七色的彩虹还要美丽。
Originally, happiness is not silent, always leave some traces, like, in the dark orange......
原来，幸福并不是悄无声息的，总会留下些痕迹，就如，那黑暗中的橙黄……