samanali

The morning go to work, out of the car and walk on the country road to the school, when we looked around, the wheat yellow, one piece to the sight that light stay on hair care... The cuckoo does not know hidden in where? But its pressure rhyme coo, distance to crop, to early in the morning, at the foot of the road for me, just right with a song: sending out the classic flavor of long song...
Roadside wild rose is still in a pile of the west there is a bunch of flowers to bloom quietly; Three two wild hemp, don't know when also issued a yellow flowers? Path as usual, quiet only whisper of the wind and sweet singing. Walk under the tall poplars, the heart of attachment, like one thousand years ago that we have met, met at the crossroads.
Path distance schools have six or seven in the distance, since the heart like it, then start bouncing with steps for measurement, rejected any tools. Just how time flies, unconsciously, has been through four seasons. Alas, in a month, I teach good life will be over, at present the country road, know how to hide under my heart don't give up?
Don't give up you in every season!
In autumn, on the opposite side of the path you have so many wild chrysanthemum flower! Piles of pieces, the lively is I this life the first saw. I would love the wild chrysanthemum flower, in the autumn, until see a enough, love enough... Now also preserve a bouquet of dried flowers in my vase, as the trace of love, delicious!
I don't like winter, cold make the mind clotting, if there is no snow flower, heart have more hate. But in a winter road, looking is green, the green wheat seeding dressed the earth in a vibrant suit. Let the heart also that was, that winter is so beautiful! Why can not found before?
Also let me stare big strange eyes, it is winter, the path there are so many small sparrow! One morning to go to work, thick fog let an eye can not see a person, always lie on the side of the road the little black dog gone? Was I scared, twittering sparrow let me from the heart of bravery, follow them and ran all the way to school.
After school, I slow down for such a cold day, the school's birds can hide to classroom, where the birds on the road in the night sleep? When one bird's nest on the tree into my line of sight, the brain Epiphany: their home there, but my mind is ingrained thought before: there is no bird's bird's nest in the winter Maggie Beauty.
In the spring, walk in the path, let me realize more don't know before. Also let me feel never happy!
Looking at so many open wild grass quietly, breathing the fresh air, to awaken to life: big faint in the city, and brings happy to wild. If long-term in the teaching, it is a pleasure!
Can all the heart, in front of the wheat is ripe, farmers are waiting for the harvest. And I see from the winter wheat in summer, but only with nose silently to collect their fragrance, quietly and they said goodbye, silently leave to accompany me through the four seasons at the foot of the road. And the trees the flowers the grass, the birds that the dog, cat and the carefree foraging ducklings chicken little butterfly...
The side of the road the birch forest, when the sunrise in the morning give you put on make-up; When the fog of ethereal dress for you; When spring, summer, autumn and winter change clothes for you... Who can like me, holding a mobile phone to give you a left a right pictures?
I think few people like I love you this path, as I was reluctant to part with cordiality. Maybe, I don't give up your amorous feelings is not just a country road, is more of a walk in the path of the find the scenery pleasing to both the oneself. Tomorrow, life would be for me and in a train, then what is at the foot of a road, the road of my and what state of mind?
A: hi! My path, put down the first tomorrow don't want to, can love a, with all my heart is with you, is also a small woman on earth a blessing, heart enough also maggie beauty!