Sit alone in a tree, that restless heart always in the chatter. Looked about the air touching the ground leaves still dance, can not help but subtle language, is the unhappy things in life more. Looked to be slightly mottled leaves covered the sun, a bit harsh. Down at the impact of moving Jiaopang, as if disturbed in the catalytic TV drama restless heart. They jumped up, struck like a root chord, prompting me the spirit of excitement, went to the busy, and then squandered youth. So, simply lie down, relying on the Indus that ancient and strong trunk, eyes closed. Breathe the fragrant leaves, TV drama feel poor, meager natural flavor, and then directly plunged into a dream. Although the dream, but can also feel the touch parasol trees, playing in my face, so I do not consciously do anything to sniff. Learn and often upset recently because of dry air, like treason to skip class, but succumb to timid. So, I can only across the thick walls, imagine the outside world. Even a small wildflowers, I heard the sparrows call also allows me pondering for a long time. This has been a long time, right in the face of a circle to turn their books, forget those timeless memories ... ... now even if they are surrounded by fresh, it is difficult for the heart quiet. I think I was poor, as the industrial age as the poor machine, day after day repeating the same thing, but can only whisper to complain about it, and then appointed to machinery with. To see the swirling leaves, mind showing only the concept in biology leaves, what else seems to feel； or only sigh out . Perhaps the poor people themselves are not poor, but his perception of the world has been limited, resulting in his illusions. Feel life is missing something, but he will never know what those are. Once a person’s spiritual world was limited, he can appreciate it? So, do not let your heart be captured by anything. It requires little space to accommodate more: Happy, happy, upset, sad ... ... well worth collecting everything. Wilt chord