Dandelion Village

deaconcps

my village folks, I'm adorable dandelion country. I know there is no overnight success in life, there is no happiness come in handy. In the bumpy road, I came to realize you made:
not peaches and plums in the sunlight, it is not the roses, not the rich peony, dandelion still colorful in the spring of Smart, exudes vitality, in the green cluster of blooming yellow flowers blossoming. The end of the village in the countryside, ridges, rivers, wetlands, solid side so it can be seen everywhere distributed stubborn.

memory depths of rural roads that curved endless subtle ridge mildly, frustrated when I work, or when the mood hit bottom, it will not help here. Look over the distance the sun shines [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the field will be enveloped in a thin layer of hazy slowly open, and so vast earth starting to prove. I saw countless dandelions, arranged in a rosette of leaves, such as shepherd's purse, wore sparkling dew, a leaf, holding a white crest to form a pompon, no upright stems, flowers emerge from the plant center . Soft and pure; distributed sweet fragrance; a breath of fresh or soft air blowing, I can resist, the whole body and mind enough to light up at once.

four surrounding countryside, those depending on farm life, and the crops depend on each other folks, in the search for life in the belief of Labor, will. Simple in the hope of waiting year after year, and confidently expect something for the joy and happiness. Sunshine on a picture of dark faces, as if the special warmth. There was a small flying insects occasionally inadvertently fall on their face. At this time, I saw them covered with mud by hand, gently touch her face, smiled wistfully. Then looked up to see the blue sky, floating clouds, and soon the body under the arch, continue to hand tends the farm. Planting, weeding, fertilizing, watering, harvesting, everything is so organized. Yi Keke creeping like dandelions in the land, stretching leaves, the stems, seed and fly. They used those many hard-working heart, to the sky, the earth, to justify their existence.

countless times to see this scene work, simple but really, all I felt the respect. Thoughts could not help with that one dandelion fluff, fly to the Red leisurely wind outside. The flowers is a reincarnation; smooth and turns of life is also a retreat. In the countryside [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], dandelion seeds are the most humble, but it makes good wishes with the freedom to fly in the air. And then a big storm, and then can stop the cold wind, frost, its root, nurtured the desire and determination of the new flowers.

my village folks, I'm adorable dandelion country. I know there is no overnight success in life, there is no happiness come in handy. In the bumpy road [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I came to realize you made: long days and long, but is again moment of desire, desire for life itself is full of thorns, sad. What do not care about the world situation thin cool, evil dead, all as tender wind that blew blink of an eye, smoke Fei San.

In fact, every one of us can live like a dandelion village, walk their own path in life, the pursuit of his own yearning, searching for the wonderful life, living the life of bland, to anything open minded, do not care about, not seriously, in the trouble to seek meditation [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to seek relief in the peak. Self-adjust their own feelings, and strive to make their own every day.