Everyone wants to be happy , but few people know how to find happiness, Money and success alone do not bring lasting happiness. I think we should make our happiness by ourselves, Here are some suggestions to help you be happier.

First, enjoy the simple things in life .Too often, we spend so much time thinking about the future –for example , making much money or getting a good job—that we can’t enjoy the present, You should enjoy life’s simple pleasure ,such as reading a good book ,listening to your favorite music ,or spending time with close friends.

Second, be active. When people go dancing or have sports , they can forget about their problems and only think about the activities.

Third, help others. People feel good when they spend their time helping others .If you want to feel happier ,do good things for someone .You cam help a person with his or her studies, buy food for the old and so on.

Years ago I worked at a factory in a small county. Every day I got up very early and often did much extra work at night.  I was so tired and exhausted. My whole life was hopeless. Then one day I read the following article from a magazine:

   “A woman went to live with her husband in camp on the Mojave Desert during the war. She simply hated the place: the heat was almost unbearable, 125 degrees in the shade, the wind blew incessantly, and there was sand--sand everywhere. Finally, in desperation(不顾一切地)she wrote her parents in Ohio that she couldnˈt stand it another minute and was coming home.

 Quickly came the reply by airmail from her father--just two lines:

  ‘Two men looked out  from prison bars. One saw the mud, the other saw stars.’

  The daughter did some real thinking, not only with the intellect (思维)but also with her heart. She decided to stick to her post. She made friends with the natives,  learned to love the country, and eventually wrote a book about it. The desert hadnˈt changed, but her attitude had. Because she listened with her heart to the words her  father sent, a whole new world opened up to her.”

   A change of attitude could change everything.

   After reading the article, I was deep in thought（陷入沉思）…

Iˈve loved my motherˈs desk since I was just tall enough to sit above the top of it. Mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair , looking at the ink bottle , pens , and white paper, I decided that the action of writing must be a most wonderful thing in the world.

Years later, during her final illness, Mother kept different things for my sister and brother. " But the desk . " she said again. "is for Elizabeth. "

  I never saw her angry , and never saw her cry. I knew she loved me ; she just did it. But as a young girl. I wanted to have heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened. And a gulf   opened between us. I was " too emotional（易感动的) " . But she lived " on the surface（表面) ".

As years passed, I had my own family. l loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive（愿谅）me.

My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace— it seemed that nothing happened. I couldnˈt be sure that the letter had even got to Mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.

   But the present of her desk told me. as sheˈd never been able to. that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside— a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. It was my letter.

 "In any way you chose, Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. "

On my first day in America,I was excited, but nervous as well. My dear neighbor Susan helped me get used to my new life. She visited my new home with a home-made apple pie. She hugged me and said with a big smile,“Alice, I am sure you have never tasted a home-made apple pie before! You are going to love it so much!”To be honest, I was greatly surprised by this welcome from a stranger. And the apple pie made me feel at home.

Susan was very helpful to me. When I was thinking about what to wear on Halloween, she suggested I dress up like a traditional Chinese girl.“I happen to have a traditional Chinese dress and I think I am a great make-up artist!”she said. After an hour of hard work, she pushed me to the mirror to examine our work.The clothes were so beautiful and suited me fine! I was sure that I would stand out among so many people at Halloween. I thanked Susan for her help.

My first Thanksgiving was another highlight. On the festival morning, I was surprised to find a gift box in my front yard. There was a note on it:“Hello Alice, I am the Thanksgiving bunny! Enjoy your gift!”I looked around and caught Susan looking at me from the porch. Susan is such a lovely person.

I saw that the spirit of the Chinese saying, that“Neighbors carry more weight than distant relatives,”is alive and well in America. Susan filled my heart with warmth and joy, just as angels(天使) do.

Like many other young boys, I didnˈt know what I wanted to be when I was a middle school student. My mother advised(建议) me to be a teacher like her, but it seemed that I was not interested in it. My father wanted me to be a pianist. However, I couldnˈt stand spending all of my time in front of a piano.

I got my goal(目标) after I went to high school. I got a part­time job at the school radio station and I found it was interesting. I loved to discuss school life and my favorite music with my schoolmates on the radio. I kept doing this job during the next six years. When I left the university, I got a full­time job at our local(当地的) radio station. My career(事业) began. My program is successful and I have a lot of fans. I enjoy my job and my life now.

It was June 15, and in two days I would be turning 30. I was afraid that my best years were now behind me. So I asked my neighbor Nicholas, a 79-year-old man:“What was the best time of your life?”

Without hesitation（犹豫）, Nicholas said,“Well, Joe, this is my philosophical（哲学的）answer to your philosophical question:

“When I was a child in Austria and everything was taken care of for me by my parents, that was the best time of my life.

“When I was going to school and learning the things I know today, that was the best time of my life.

“When I got my first job and had responsibilities（责任）and got paid for my efforts, that was the best time of my life.

“When I met my wife and fell in love, that was the best time of my life.

“When World War II came, my wife and I had to flee(逃离)Austria to save our lives. When we were together and safe on a ship to North America, that was the best time of my life.

“When we came to Canada and started a family, that was the best time of my life.

“When I was a young father, watching my children grow up, that was the best time of my life.

“And now, Joe, I am 79 years old. I have my health, I feel good and I am in love with my wife just as I was when we first met. This is the best time of my life.”

There was a little drop of water．He dreamed of becoming a snowflake (雪花) and making the land white. Years passed, and then there was a great drought (干旱). It evaporated (蒸发) the little drop from the lake where he lived. When he reached the sky, he became part of a small cloud. As soon as the weather became cold, the little drop looked for a nice village, and helped cover the place in snow.

   But only a little bit of snow fell, and as soon as it touched the ground, it melted.

   Finally, the little drop was evaporated by the sun and went up to the sky again. Then he joined a great big cloud. He and millions of other drops got together. The little drop couldn't stand this, and he thought about falling down to the earth again, but a nice, friendly drop next to him stopped him.

   “Where are you going? You don't want to join us?”

   “All of us here love covering the land for days; that's why we get together here,” the friendly drop said. “Years ago I would try doing it on my own, but I learned I couldn't make it without help. So, I found this nice cloud, here we all help each other a little. I believe our dream will come true.”

   A little time later, all the drops flew down through the sky as snowflakes, making the fields white.

   And the little drop felt very happy. He learned that when everyone worked together they could achieve what seemed impossible at first.

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Every year when Mother’s Day cards show up in the stores, I remember the woman who brought me into this world and often threatened to take me out. I remember her on other days, too, but especially on Mother’s Day. She never cared much about gifts. I could just send a card and give her a call and she would be happy.

She died nearly 20 years ago of lung cancer after smoking for most of her 70 years. A few months later, I was in a store picking out a Mother’s Day card when suddenly realized I had no one to send it to. I could send cards to several women who’d been like mothers to me. I loved them dearly. But there was only one woman I called “Mama”. And she was gone.

Each Mother’s Day, I pick a different theme, a different part of who she was that I want to recall. This time it’s some of the things she said. For example:

“You will have children one day and you will know how I feel.” It was a threat more than a promise. She was right. I did.

“You’ve got to learn to see danger.” I did that the minute I gave birth to my first child.

“Pretty is as pretty does.” I’m still working on that one.

When I begged her not to send my brother, who was seven years old and totally blind, to board at the state school, she said: “They’ll teach him to read Braille. If he’s ever going to have a life, he’s got to learn to read.” I didn’t know at the time those were the truest words I’d ever hear.

When I was a teenager and dared to suggest that she should get a life, she replied:” I work five days a week, clean my house on Saturday, go to church and visit my mama every Sunday. I don’t need a life. I need help.”

One Christmas, when we fell on hard times, she said:” Life is a bank. Sometimes you give, other times you take. Either way, it’s all the same bank. But try to remember how hard it is to take, because one day, you will do the giving.

My mother was a very smart woman. I remember my mother. And someday, when I’m gone, I hope my children will remember me.