In spring, I live in the land, with my arms, tight skinny hold the I rust blunt plough. Buried deep in the earth's roots, stones I stumble plows, consuming doubling of physical strength, I I sweat, limb trembling, very anxious to lie in that piece of land, but there are some weak for its own good struggle faith sustained me to work in the future.
I hope, I thought that sow hope is all the significance of life. Every day, I looked at the rubble of the seeds I the land, imagine it will germination, growth and flowering, results, such as a breeds life's mother, looking forward to their babies born to, I think, can go all out could expect to be able to achieve a goal. louis vuitton taiga leather
Summer drought, because I stood in the field to look forward to the south to the energy to the wind, carrying the rain clouds, that is how dream. I can't wait to jump to heaven, and seized the white clouds, let it give me a little water, that is how wishful thinking!!!!! I finally understand this as want to pull out their hair to leave the earth, how could it be possible? I sigh, sorrow, I watched them without the rain, and in the pitiless hail struggle under. There is nothing I can do.
Autumn, the season of harvest, I have no harvest of joy. Looking at the dry grain, the in the mind sour and bitter. The spring of hope and enthusiasm are the dry grain in the broken, that put all my enthusiasm and the seeds of life, is really not return? My life of power and courage in where? louis vuitton utah leather
Is hard when I ask, terrible winter arrived, across the window, watching falling snow, bare branch increased all my cold. I hope all the body in the hope of seed broken, vaguely conscious feel my life has to end.
No spring, cold winter is terrible; how No hope and would be much sad. Cold place, need to warm the dark places need light, the broken heart needs to comfort, the helpless waiting for help... Who can lighting the fire of hope? And who can open "Pandora's box"?
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