I am old? Why is it easy to be tired? Also always breathe, don't live for a while, you will start a look at the air-conditioned house, aiming at the cool world you are looking for, but you have to do it. Dry, what to eat, I am not a tree, can be alive with photosynthesis. Tired, take a while, just sit where, quietly point a smoke, just take a look, the sky is in the sky, the wind is lightly smashed, soft and soft, as if the tired people The idea of hidden happiness, under the day, several trees stand quietly, do not send. Don't I want to move, is it because of the heat, or because of my heart? Looking at them, I think if they are people, wearing a ranch with a short and thin people, must be like me, I am giving some things, thinking a lot of things, and there is no more thing to tell yourself - -you understood. Autumn is coming soon, you see the grass, you look at the occasionally tired yellow? I have to face autumn - autumn in the air. I think every tree is prepared, if it faces the same autumn. Let's say that friendly, um, such as maple. Autumn is coming, the maple leaves will be red, like the hit flat, on the road to the autumn wind, shake, the autumn is coming, and the spring begins from the fall, the splendid of the tree, the blood of youth Deep and enthusiastic. Once someone picked up a red leaf, boy, look good, I said it. She also said: You see the blood red of the pulse, you know, it hurts - it knows pain, so it looks good, like the heart, know the pain, will look better. Is it, look at the blood of the tree, soil the reality, a beautiful heart, I remembered the cold and tolerance of the people in the world, remembered the warm and strong laugh in the tolerance, thinking, tears smile Such beautiful. The coming is always, it is always facing it. No tree, can be like a bird, fly to the place where it wants to go. The warm trees are unchanging, and a chest is a bamboo look, look at it, think it is very smart, it has always understood, what time does it, what should be done, a planned life, and a four seasons of the plan. It is no longer, know how to give a taste season, it knows how to make autumn winds, don't be hurt, autumn, with indifferent smiles, and it is the highest, most wisdom in the world Broad-leaved trees, it can fall into its leaves, do the most important level of life in their lives, living in life, there is life to have dignity, it fell all the leaves, like a unquestant elder, standing The posture said to the autumn wind: You come, rolling all my leaves can, just like a volume of fantasy, it will make me stronger.
Life is only once, while the spring can be re-started, as long as you leave the branches, you will wait until the day of spring, and the broad-leaved tree will be in this week, slowly grow up, until the ginseng. - This is a smart tree, living in order to grow, not for fighting. All the lives of this world are not for fighting, while fighting, sometimes it is alive. I don't want to work, I can live, and I don't work, it is not as good as death, the world does not be happy because of hungry, and people who don't eat without eating can be a philosopher. Thinking about my job, I sometimes want to send a fire, find anything badly do it, and even still want to dry crisp and who play a. I lay down under the tree, I want to leave, I just left this shade, I also want to be old, I don't want anything, I am a bit tired, I only let me be twenty When I was seven years old, I stopped it, and I don't want to recall in the future. But when I think so, because I haven't hungry, I have a very full, I am full, I have already made this full of my mind and complain. Think I want to shoot my head, my head, silhouette with pine trees, faint dark. I slept under the pine tree, like a corpse, it seems to be immortal. I suddenly wanted to stand up, I stood in a good Han Qianfang. Well, I stood in Guan Yu, although I am far more difficult, although I am very short, I look like a grass bag. , But I know that the two grandfather is not as good as me, that is, he is dead, I am still alive. I remembered myself, my youthful face, autumn expression, such as the old thought of the rest and the face. I remembered that I saw a looseness, loose look like I saw in the distant North country, and I was not two. In fact, it is the same as me, I don't know where the enemy is, it is also like me, and I feel a bit cold in this world, and the cold is also green. The other trees are yellow, it is green, icon and Who is not two. In this world, there is always something that must face it, and there is always something, it is necessary to stick to it. That green is a dream that is my heart, it is its truth and principle. So it is packed with a layer of waxy, just like a cold face, hiding the goodwill and innocence. It tells the world with such a diaphragm: You are you, I am me. Song students are green, will be green from green. As people are right, no matter what they encounter, will it go. Song is such an idealist, living in order to stick to it. In a ninety afternoon, in the late summer, I feel old, I remember that afternoon, I was very tired, in the sorrowful song accompaniment, I sat under the tree, I saw Day, watching the cloud, watching a tree.
