喜欢花,喜欢植物。很虔诚的相信那是一种具有神性的生灵。它们总是那样安静而神秘的沉默,充满了恬淡纯美的气息,闲来无事就会爬到窗外,躲在那些浓浓淡淡的绿荫里,仿佛可以得到一种庇护。那些叶子。那些颤抖而天真的生命,让人安心。它们是宽容的,不介意被贪婪的蜂蝶打扰,只是沉静地生活,甚至慷慨允许一只过路的蝴蝶,在叶下借宿。 Like flowers, like plants. It is pious to believe that it is a divine creature. They are always so quiet and mysterious silence, full of pure breath of pure breath, nothing else will climb out of the window, hiding in those thick shades of green, as if you can get a shelter. Those leaves. Those trembling and innocent lives make people feel at ease. They are forgiving. They don’t mind being bothered by greedy bees and butterflies. They just live quietly and even generously allow a butterfly to cross the road and spend the night under the leaves.