There is a tree in front of the window, I looked at it on the tree. It also looked at my leaves. I always swayed. I am curious and ask: "Ye, why do you always swing?" "I want to fly." "It said that" the leaves are leaves, which will never fly like a bird "" Look. "It is pure laughing, no longer speaking, the leaves are swayed from spring to summer, and I am very surprised:" Why? The time you have grown in a quarter, you should understand ... "" "Maybe," it looked at the sky, gently sighing a breath, "Seasuring time made me know that Ye will fly like a bird, I still can't stop it. I want to go to fly. Sometimes I know is impossible, but I can't, isn't it? "" Since I know is impossible, how can I stop? "I was confused. "May, because I think about flying in my heart ..." It smiled toward me, the smile contained a touch of sad sorrow ... autumn is here! I looked at the shake, the leaves, said: "You Life is about to come to the end, are you chasing the dream of impossible achievement? "" Yes. "Ye looked up, and his eyes were not inhibited." Do you know? People, now I am very happy. "Happy?" "Well, this time, I understand a lot. I looked at many people in this trees, I was busy, but I have never been able to meet, do you know why?" want? "" No, because they are pursuing the 'Result' while ignoring the 'process'. To know, 'results' joy is brought by 'process'. No 'result' 'process' is unfortunately, but there is no 'process' 'result' but more sad ... Do you understand? "I shook my head:" You ... what do you want to tell me? "It once again opened a smile:" I am tasteing the process! " "
God, arrived! I came to the window with a heavy step. Suddenly, a scene made me stay - dry leaves, flying! Time is as long as stopped, it uses the body to exude the brightening of the young. It left the arms of the tree, in the warm sun in the sky, on the stage of the sky, sprent, fluttering. Although it is so simple, it dances the style. Dance is a charm, dance is lighter than birds, more touching ... Suddenly, like a wind in the wind, the blind is blowing, the leaves lose the balance Only the wing of the yellow butterfly, tumbled in the air finally finally made the final effort, "Butterfly" fell to the ground, the sunset, dyed it into the golden clouds like the sky, the clouds were about to pass away ... Tears slowly slowly It's been down: "Your dream is true but pay for a lifetime, you have exhausted all the energy, you ... don't regret it?" It didn't answer still a quiet smile and gradually. ... at night, I made a dream of the heavenly flying in the white sky, and the flying dance of the osmox leaf is a shining trace ... There is a voice that said: the existence of dreams, for pursuit!
