I Love Nature

Remember that a garden, garden was full of all kinds of flowers, in the center of the garden is located in a small cabin, it was Cooma hut. Who is Cooma? Cooma is me, that is me, because I have a small house, in a land flower garden. No cheating, no betrayal, only a simple dependence, the most pure feeling. Cooma treated with true love in this world, he believes that the world can have a block is not secular infection in the garden, a variety of initial feeling through flowers blossom all over every corner of the garden. Every day is sunny and bright, occasionally during the rainy season and if things.
Love a person in a high place, quiet sun bathing, cleaning every inch of the dark. If the little haze is the thing of if, I think they should have frequently appeared before a breakpoint for a long time, touch, pain, whether should let the memory to avoid corner, extending the bluestone path, 1145 blocks of granite tiles, on the way home, then the rainy season here, a long shadow, there is a lingering bad black clouds in the sky, like a block to be washed fading patch, abrupt color and form. If every afternoon can be like early autumn afternoon, not lazy, hot, pale, sunshine. Only a mixture of bright light wind, filled with the quiet time, I think, if can stay like this, I would like this old, if this is a dream, I would like this old, in the dream ... ... ...