Leaves Breathing

Don't know why recently always like this, the recent heart always good tired tired, hit a familiar with web site, because only here is the best home, and my heart is my best friend, although quietly in the network, although there quietly waiting for, although not make any comments, but look at the former days the article, look at the former days the story, look at their own or do not belong to his own happiness, was already very satisfactory,

I don't want what, also don't necessarily have what, I only hope that I loved, because I love her, friends love don't necessarily have to get a certain and, as long as you have love people happiness good, not necessarily have to pay a lot, as long as it is good heart, love is waiting, happiness is to fight for, cherish the people around it, missed the regret of life.

Every morning in the evening without a scroll, days gone from bad to worse. I throw out and far more than is once upon a time, like even the future are away, the future without or pain, casual also throw out from the heart. I lost my dream, no longer persistence. I become absent-minded, the look, even free walk on the road, run into an acquaintance, want to shout me several voice, I can return to absolute being son to. I think: I good strange, I was in the left.

Standing under a tree in a daze, the butterfly kept flapping wings, like fan woke me up numb nerve, as if it is my past what man. I had been touched by its efforts, with hand took off a leaf, the leaves out some juice immediately. I repeated playing this leaf, don't know who said: Chinese poet too many, every leaf has a poet in working for it. I'm not a poet, but long to play this piece of leaf of the idea. I don't know what you want. Soon, the leaf in my hand, it is no longer the compromise in high spirits, a deplore left no, quietly to the flag. A leaf was I to do STH over and over again that didn't, good fragile.

I looked at full tree leaves the smiling face of the fresh, sent to the sun blades of dew or rain. They let me be put to shame. Leaf in the wind, is certainly in the dance of life colourful!

So I do, whether should also for life applause? !!!!!