每个人都在追求幸福，幸福像是一只调皮的蝴蝶，在我们的眼前飞舞着。我们追呀，幸福飞呀，却可望而不可即。当我们不再刻意地为幸福而奔波时，幸福却悄然而至。

One day,a man was going after a butterfly.

He used all kinds of ways to catch it.

However,the more he tried,the more he failed.

The man began to change his m ind,and he swam.

He went to go hunting in the beautiful fields.

He made a fire to cook for him self in the peaceful night.

He drew some pictures in the morning.It was still happy.

He noticed the butterfly fly around him.

Finally,it stopped on his shoulder.The butterfly is named happiness.