花有花的幸福,不论是星星点点的初绽,还是黄叶枯瘦的凋零,我总是爱看它们在时光变迁之中那样坦率的美。有时却也会暗暗地自责,仿佛一个冒失的孩子偷窥了别人的心事,却仍大胆地去看,放肆地去捕捉空气里每一寸的芬芳。我相信,凝视也是一种极美极美的语言——花啊,你慢点说。想做一块石头,顽石,踩不环只能用力踢走的那种。不为什么,仅仅因为石头说它这辈子只想做石头。明明知道有些事不可能实现,但我还是想试试。这有什么不好呢?大自然的 The bliss of blossoming flowers, whether it is the first blossoms of the stars or the dreary withered yellow leaves, I always love to see them as candid as they are in their time. Sometimes secretly remorseful, as if a child of the child voyeuristic others, but still bold to see, wantonly to capture every inch of the air in the fragrance. I believe, gaze is also a very beautiful language - spend ah, you speak slowly. Want to be a stone, rock, step on the ring can only kick the kind of force. Not why, just because the stone says it just wanted to be stone in its lifetime. I know that some things can not be realized, but I still want to try. What’s wrong with this? Natural