不觉已经十七岁的我,却愈发地渴望友情,然而,友人却一一离我而去。我的雨季真的要来临了吗?不!得不到我喜欢的东西,我可以喜欢我所得到的东西——宁静与闲适。挑一个清爽明丽的早晨,独自在山间慢跑。感受晨风拂面,迎接旭日东升。停下脚步,抬头凝望那被树枝剪碎的阳光。鸟儿憩于枝头欢唱,花儿绽于清风中摇曳,甚至蚂蚁迁移时甚微的震动我都可以感受到。即便生活中再微小的快乐,我也能够捕捉。选一个风清云淡的上午,静坐在小屋里。关上门,让阳光透过窗户轻轻倾泻下来,让桂花的香气偷偷从门缝溜进来。我坐在桌子前,慢慢整理着自己的思绪,再渐渐把思想的“井”掏空。我静静地聆 Unconsciously already seventeen years old, I increasingly desire for friendship, however, one by one away from my friends. My rainy season really coming? No! I can not get what I like, I can like what I get - quiet and leisurely. Pick a fresh and bright morning, jogging alone in the mountains. Feel the morning breeze, greet the rising sun. Stop and look up at the sun shined by the branches. The birds rest in the branches singing, the flowers blooming in the breeze swaying, and even when the ants move a little vibration I can feel. I can catch even the slightest happiness in my life. Choose a clear-cut morning, sit in the hut. Close the door, let the sun gently pour through the window, so that sweet-scented osmanthus sneak in from the door slips. I sat at the table, slowly tidy my thoughts, and gradually hollowed out my mind’s “wells.” I am quietly listening