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I am fond of Apple iPhones, which are sophisticatedly designed with multi-functions. I can hardly resist my temptation to buy a new one every time a new model hits the market. I bought one last month, but I nearly lost it yesterday！

I went home from my work by bus. It was the time of congestion because people were all eager to get home. The bus was filled with muggy air. I struggled to stand firm in a narrow space. We were always told by parents from our childhood that it’s better to watch our belongings in such kind of noisy and crowded circumstance, so I carefully put my handbag against my chest. Suddenly I was pushed hard by somebody and I lost my balance. Luckily, the limited space kept me from falling down to the floor. After I managed to keep my footing, I surprisingly found that my bag was unzipped! My wallet and my cell phone had gone! I requested the driver in a loud voice to stop and keep the doors closed out of my instinct and anger.

“Who stole my cell phone and wallet? Give them back to me now!” I shouted.

It seemed to work, because everybody stared at me. But there was no answer. I asked the girl beside me to lend me the phone and I dialed my number within seconds. A familiar ring tone was up there! And it’s from the man standing in front of me. I immediately turned him around and asked him to return my things.

He shouted at me, “What the hell are you doing here?”

I raised my voice and insisted, “Give them back to me!”

The ring stopped and I dialed again. No sound. I was so sure that my phone was stolen by him , so I forced to put my hands in his pocket and took out a phone .It’s my phone！The cute stuff to which I tied a little crystal apple!

“It’s mine!” I said with tough and confirmative tone.

The thief flushed; he was obviously ashamed.

“Where is my wallet?” I was full of courage then.

This guilty man had to take my wallet out from his inner pocket. I snatched it back without any hesitance.

The guy was taken to the police station by two strong men in the end.

What a lucky thing! How brave I was! But, fear grabbed me suddenly when I recalled what had happened just then. What if he took a cold knife along with him? Jesus! I should give it a second thought next time!

I’ve been coming across the same question many times throughout my life – what is happiness to you? And I know there is never a single standard answer. At the different phrases of my life, I’d like to give different answers to it.

When I was little, I would think to get the chocolate candies in the box put on the top of the wardrobe by my mother would be the happiest thing. When I grew older, I would point to the beautiful little Barbie doll in the toy store and tell you, “If I can have that doll, I’ll be extremely happy!” But with time gose by, things are always changing and so are people. When I was 14, I hoped I would become the guy who ran a book-renting store, so that I could read Japanese comic books all day long. When I was 17, the happiest thing is to see the boy I had a crush on and know him more. When I got older, the beautiful stuff behind the window of the branded shops were the best thing to make me happy.

But sometimes happiness is not so easy to pursue. Sometimes they’re like the stars glittering in the sky, so beautiful, but meanwhile so far away. That was how I felt when I saw the gorgeous things and thought of how much meal expense I still had for the next month. “Uhrrrrr…!” I always withdrew my hand and left the shop.

I’ve heard about replica things long ago but I used to hate them, since I thought they’re fake. But recently I’d got the chance to compare a genuine LV purse and a replica one, actually at the end I forgot which one was original and which replica. “See? You just cannot tell,” Said my friend, “And this cost thousands of dollars; while this, just a few hundreds.”

I used to think I’ll always choose the genuine ones, because only genuine things make me happy. However I neglected that I got into debt using my credit card, which made me down. The joy of owning a branded bag was basically gone. And the next week I opened my new magazine and to find out the bag I had just bought was no longer in fashion. After that I started to go in for the replicas; they are as good as the real ones and within my reach.

Now if you ask me again what is happiness to me, I’ll tell you, sometimes the things making you happy do not have to be the stars high in the sky, they can be something near you, like the sunlight sprinkled on your windowsill, the dewdrops on the grass leaves, the dishes made by your mum, something simple but easy to get, just as the stylish replicas I’ve got. Happy is he who is content.