Another friend

REVIEW: Take a little time to look at the sky and count the stars, what makes a hand to touch vegetation, or hard to listen to the birds singing outside the window, and if hiking holidays dear to the outskirts of the mountain trees, smell smell the aroma of flowers, roadside weeds so that little rubbed your skin renowned sun, the mood will be washing the breeze, the sun and then take care of, you know the world there is another best friend.  I work in the early years of the cultural sector, is an unmanned office window trampled grass, driving some of the unknown wildflowers, butterflies are always coming in between dancing to go, let my hands pen Butterfly Flowers always write some unexpected Text.Later in the day, when the authorities were cleaning out the window eradicate the weeds, into a stand of bare mud, butterflies are no longer appears in the window, looking out the window each gave me just empty down, disappointed and pen in the hands of Kuse.    Between now have a bird figure, closely spaced in the city I live outside the building of high-rise buildings, planted trees visible on the bird hopping, give our lives to add a food and wine can not bring happiness fun.Wake up, you can listen to song birds, lay still, listen carefully to the dialogue between them with each other, mildly bright, crisp day between heart to pave the mood of spring sunshine.    We live in the crowd, you can find people to talk, play cards together partners can offer, you can go to a wine shop waiter chat, because there with the bag and pocket money to live a very comfortable; think about it, if the this life add something, for example, to the woods to see the squirrels’ lives, to the river to see the fish are swimming in the water of the figure, the wind dancing to the wilderness to see weeds, to not to stand in the steps of the HOS you look up at the roof upper hand moving web of our life is certainly another happy.    We often careless glance at the sky a white cloud, do not care how bright the stars tonight, even daily through the row of sycamore, but when put on new leaves that feel, and I feel all been too much desire pursuit, frustration, jealousy, defense, offense, design, and so have no sorrow squeezed a little idle.By the time we all understand the burnt bones have been quietly holed up under a bush.    Take a little time to look at the sky and count the stars, what makes a hand to touch vegetation, or hard to listen to the birds singing outside the window, and if hiking holidays dear to the outskirts of the mountain trees, smell the aroma of flowers let weeds roadside rubbed your little sunshine renowned skin, wash the mood will be the wind, the sun and then take care of, you know the world there is another best friend.[Editor: Yuet Wah]

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