Early summer

Call of the hermes birbin bags 25cm black 6068 silver 40 cries of the birds is early morning crisp Shengge, early morning is a paradise for bird happy and free. A sparrow from a tree, and an arrow from my eyes glide, fall grass, about one meter away from where I am, where I follow the bird looked small and the feet in it, my eyes suddenly light up, three lush dandelion to stand tall and straight and bulging, bathed in the summer morning that little bit of gloss to give it, how many years did not see it, it still looks like a child, no color, light and in the dissemination of velvet soft, a child, see the dandelion feet by the wind to fly, I often give it too much promise, but also make it with my dreams in the wind Piaoyuan. It is summer, unable to retain the beauty and story.

I slowly forward on both sides of the avenue, filled with too many Greenview, summer is the green world, I see too many different colors of green, short and tall, blooming in the side, a dark green , light green, light yellow green, dark green, there are new brilliant green, with old green, green with moisture, with dry green, a delicate green, with old green, and dark green in penetration, I view this summer with a new dawn in the harvest, the air is full of the sweet taste of cool fishes. In this green, I bathed my body, but also bathed in my thoughts, so mind where thin glowing ripples.

Not louis vuitton shoulder messenger bag n45252 far from the front, a middle-aged woman dressed stylish, handy to a mineral water bottle, thrown into the green from which, to me was a beautiful summer morning overturned a state of mind all of a sudden, like that bottle of mineral water My heart dropped into the calm lake is a stone, waves filled moment, I thought came up to tell her not to cry, or remind her, I think, do I have to think about it, so the desire to disappeared, I walked past her, but also specifically intended to look back at him, I want to see her back and her appearance is not consistent, or that she and her outward dress is not the same as the inner, I looked at, nor the feeling that what is not the same, but my intuition, and her pink fat, her clothes and this summer's dawn, dawn of how the green is inconsistent, in fact, I do not want to see her, so people do not look worth mentioning.

Hanging from trees in front of several cages, bird cage next to the master, in the morning in the swing limb. Bird cage I felt a strange and sad, I suddenly hear birdsong too many hidden loneliness and despair of loss of freedom, the freedom of their calls and the calls of different birds One is gay, one is sad, one is soothing, one urgent, one crisp, one is hoarse, and I listen carefully, so I feel more and more clear and different from the original, is not the same birds, caged birds and the sky, the summer birds, like how could it? One has too much freedom, a loss of the sky, lost all the freedom of the wings. I am near to micro cage birds, they stand to sit uneasy, disturbed restless, they again and again launched into another fall, they crash cage, they knowingly fail, once again, time to repeat the failures and they like the beat his body, whipped up and down, seems to be something in the struggle.

I suddenly bleak existence of an mac cosmetics powerpoint take compose emotional wave of the heart, the cage birds, losing the sky is equivalent to lost everything, so that more people alive than have lost their lives unbearable, especially when they see outside the cage trees, or flying in the sky not far from the same figure. Bird owners treat their so-called freedom of happiness, your visit to the pain of losing him helpless birds, they also have live in dignity, which is the strength of nature to treat small side, I bear to face unbearable.

People can only ever fell down at the foot of nature, man can only act as a natural in front of the dust forever.